#you dont have to answer if you dont want to but i will happily read any thoughts you have about it OUGH IM SO EXCITED HFKJH

[volivolition]

Oh my goodness I finally had the time to read the new chapter for the shattered mirror what an beautiful chapter. I read your liveblog tags it’s so real I love the skills sm

YESSSSS HELLO BIRDY IM SO NOT NORMAL ABOUT IT HKGJHG... ough my god i missed them so much hgkjhg... SKILLS LOVERS!!! YEAAAAAA!!!!

echem made me SAD this chapter aurhguhj you probably know the part im talking about OUGH.... THE JOYWIRE... my FUCKING HEART... ELECTROCHEMISTRY YOU ARE SO IMPORTANT TO ME EVERYONE BE NICE TO HIMMMMMM!!!!!

[strwberri-milk]

can i req love and deepspace boys gossiping to us or us gossiping to them, I wanna hear whatever juicy gossip you got lol I hope this isn't to much lmao

LMAOO i read this request as you want the gossip that I personally have which i do have tons of i LOVE gossiping its so bad my prev manager had to do a callout on the staff bc we all gossiped way too much but like. if you dont want us to gossip about you maybe dont be married SEVEN times??? /lh ofc idgaf

Zayne isn't much for gossip. He doesn't mind listening to you if you've got something to say but he doesn't ever seek out tea unfortunately. You know there just has to be some juicy gossip at the hospital - and you're not even talking about the patients you tell him whenever he talks to you about medical confidentiality - but he refuses to indulge you.

However, that doesn't mean he's safe from it at work. The other staff get bored and things get messy sometimes! He ends up passively absorbing gossip through the others, coming home and giving it to you in small doses.

You can't believe that he's gossiping - even if it's more like he tells you something then goes to do something else because as far as he's concerned he doesn't really know anything else about the situation so he can't answer your questions. That doesn't stop you from theorising with him, asking him what he thinks is more likely as you run through a bunch of theories.

Xavier doesn't gossip actively with you but if you start pointing things out to him he starts paying more attention. If you mention something seems suspicious the next time he's near that person he'll gently pry information out of them, providing you with the answers that you so desperately crave.

He doesn't mind it at all when you tell him the gossip that you've collected. He'll respond with the information he's pulled, you very happily taking in all of it. He just likes the fact that it makes you happy - and the fact that he doesn't have to learn a bunch of new people's names since most of the gossiping you do is about people from work.

He finds himself looking at everybody with a different perspective, especially if he's learned something especially salacious about them. He won't make it obvious that he knows something so nobody would even know it's happening, but he definitely has his thoughts on certain things.

Rafayel LOVES gossip. He LIVES for it. You don't even have to say anything for him to be calling you over because he heard something SO slimy while he was at a show today.

He gets bored of the regular scandals - cheating spouses, hidden assets - he loves hearing the messier things and getting details if he can. He's very good at pulling information out of people so he also secretly gets all the tea so he can come home and give it all to you.

If you have tea then he wants to hear everything about it. He doesn't care if he doesn't know these people and never will - he wants you to pull out photos and give him real names. He will also ask about how things develop if it's an ongoing story. The only time his memory works well is if it's something about you, or some new gossip you've given him.

[sturnwh0re]

*- Just a TikTok. -*

*- C. S. -*

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CONTAINS: Oral fem!Recieving, p in v, dirty talk, pet names, under the influence, rough, sloppy, overstimulation, degrading, praising, flirting, suggestive behavior, Chris!dom, reader!sub

description: Chris was left home alone & bored out of his mind. He decided to invite you over— things got messy real fast..

< YOU > : pink

< CHRIS > : Orange

Chris was left home alone sitting on his couch, he had been in a bad mood when his brothers asked if they wanted to go run errands with them, so out of pettiness he declined hoping to show his frustrations. Once he had no other distraction to keep his occupied he decided to text you.

* texting *

“hey y/n, I’m bored as fuck. Can you come over or something ?”

“I thought you and your brothers were gonna go run errands?”

“nah. I was mad at them so I just stayed home. Kinda regretting it though.”

“ykw, I’ll be there in a couple of minutes. Also, just out a curiousity, y’all got any alcohol over there?”

“alcohol? Yeah, prolly. Why ?”

* read *

Now you had just read Chris’ message almost leaving his on edge on why you would want alcohol. You had went out to your car and started it up to start getting to Chris’ house knowing he wouldn’t leave you alone if you didn’t leave immediately— well— maybe it was also because you were eager to see him.

You had seen Chris’ house in sight and pulled into his driveway. He must’ve heard it because before you even left the car he walked outside and peeked his head through the open front door.

You got out of your car and slammed the door shut while locking it. You walked up to the porch that also had Chris waiting there.

“Hey Chris!” I said happily but I tried to hide away those emotions so he wouldn’t see how eager I was to get here and see him.

“Sup, come inside.” Chris had said almost nonchalantly acting as if his ass didn’t literally invite you over. He waited for you to go inside then followed behind you, smuggishly chuckling at the dump truck you had following your behind.

you hadn’t noticed his stare yet, so you had just normal walked into the living room and jumped onto the couch. “Why are you looking at me like that you weirdo?” I said genuinely curious why I was getting such odd behavior right after the nonchalant responses.

“you have a fat ass, I bet you already know that though.” Chris said smirking while looking down at me sitting. He was almost pushing his hips into my face before he sat down next to me.

“your so weird.” I said giggling and shaking my head as if I was disappointed in him. He was a funny guy but his flirting was so unhinged and extremely bold. his mouth would just let stuff slip out that traveled through his head.

“oh— I almost forgot, you got that alcohol?” I said nudging my shoulder against Chris. He looked over all confused still curious on why I even wanted alcohol.

“You wanna drink right now?— and, you never even answered my text. Why do you even want it?” He said as if he was almost offended that I didn’t respond back to his text. It’s not like he ever answered any of mine either. He sat there squinting waiting for a response

“I dont know, just thought we could drink, make some tiktoks, and just have some fun.” I said shrugging my shoulders. It was true— I did just wanna have some fun and not just rot on his couch.

Chris’ eye brow raised and a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Oh really? What kind of fun mama?” He said in his flirty tone. That fucking tone of his was like a magic spell. I couldn’t let it get to me before the alcohol did.

“Let’s pour a couple of drinks and find out— and stop with that name, Topher.” I chuckled. Chris hated the nickname ‘Topher’. If he wanted to used those nicknames on me, i could use some on him. I left the couch and started to walk to the kitchen.

“Fuck off with that nickname.” Chris said shaking his head and getting off the couch to follow me to the kitchen. He bit his cheek hoping to not to hear ‘Topher’ from anybody else or even from me again.

I let out a small chuckle and leaned on the counter “Where do you keep your alcoholic stuff?” I said not wanting to scavenge through every cabinet and drawer out of respect for the property.

Without words, Chris walked over to the fridge and grabbed us both a drink. He popped the tab on them both with just his pointer fingers. He was such a show off. “Here you go mama. These are strong so don’t drink all of it at once.”

He handed over the drink to me and we had started sipping and talking. Before I knew it I was already done with half of it and feeling it all kick in. “Wanna make a TikTok?” I said trying to avoid feeling all the side effects of the alcohol.

“Sure.” Chris responded quickly as he set his drink down on the counter and grabbed my wrist and brang me to the living room to film a TikTok. He grabbed his phone and chose a sound and then started the timer.

He ran back next to me and he had started to clap to the beat. I bent over on him as a tease and just for some spice in the TikTok and before I got back up, he grabbed my hips and grinded into me.

“fuuckk.” Chris grunted, almost forgetting we were making a TikTok video. I didn’t know whether I should regret this or enjoy this— but I feel like I was definitely enjoying this.

“your such a slut.” I chuckled it off and attempted to get up for a 2nd time but now he grabbed my neck and bent over too, his chest rubbing on my back as he grinded into me.

“don’t play these fucking games with me. You know I need you and your teasing me.” He growled into my ear, followed with a grunt. He kept grinding into my ass and his grip on my neck tightened so slightly.

“Chris— fuck.. are we really doing this?” I said mumbling almost hesitant. I knew I wanted this. And I knew if I drank enough alcohol this was going to happen.

“fuck yes.” Chris said as he stood me up fully and spun me around, his hand still on my neck as he pulled me in for a sloppy kiss. Our tongues were clashing together and saliva had dropped to my chin, as well as his.

Chris had walked me into the couch and we were still sloppily kissing before he broke the kiss and released my neck as he breathe heavily into the air that heated up to the tension. “take it off.”

“W—what..?” I said confused not understanding what he meant at first.

“don’t make me do it for you. Take your clothes off.” He growled as he towered over me, watching me sit helplessly on the couch. We both needed this and wanted it badly. If anything— I craved it.

I started to take my shorts off then my shirt. I was left in my bra and panties. As vulnerable as I was I felt comfortable being like this around Chris.

“good fucking girl.” He said running his hands up and down my stomach. “Now help me out baby.” He said pushing his hips towards me almost begging silently for me to undress him.

I quickly bounced around on the couch and started to undo his baggy jeans. He was left in his boxers that he had let me slip his cock out. Fuck. His cock was hard and ready. Like it’s been waiting.

It had a slight tilt to it and a vein that popped out from the base to his tip. “You’re so big..” I almost whimpered out. It had to have been atleast 6-7 inches.

“Do you think it’s gonna fit in that tight little cunt of yours?” He said menacingly. He ripped off my panties before kneeling between my legs as I was rested on the couch. He spread open my folds and groaned.

“fuck. You’re so wet.” He said as he slowly used his thumb to rub circles on my clit. I had jolted up quickly due to the sudden pleasure but Chris put his hand on my neck again and leaned me back down against the couch.

Before another word he buried his face between my legs. I tried to jolt up again but Chris’ hold on my neck kept me back. His tongue was doing circles on my clit and sucking on it harshly.

“F-fuck.. nghh.!” I moaned out, holding his wrist that connected to the hand that was holding my neck. Gosh. His tongue was so smooth and warm it felt like heaven. My eyes rolled back and closed as more noises escaped my mouth.

“You taste so sweet mama.” He mumbled as he licked all over my clit. All of the sudden I felt 2 fingers plemish into my tight cunt. His tongue was still working on my clit as we was just making eye contact the whole time wanting to see me unfold.

“I— gosh— shit..” I moaned out. I felt his fingers hit my G-spot that he never failed to miss. I felt his fingers and his tongue increase speed and if this kept going I’d cum all over his tongue & fingers in no time.

“your clenching around me.. cum for me mama. cmon..” he mumbled as he was still nipping and sucking on my clit. I felt the knot in my stomach get tighter and tighter before it snapped and I had came all over him, leaving a loud moan behind.

“NGHHH..!” I moaned out as I arched my back off of the couch. Chris kissed my clit a couple more times making my legs twitch, before he pulled his fingers out. He popped his two fingers into his mouth and sucked them dry.

“you’re a good fucking girl” he said picking me up off of the couch and wrapping my legs around his waist. The head of his cock was pushing against my entrance as we started to walk down the hallway into Chris’ room.

He closed the bedroom door behind him and placed me on the bed flat down on my back. “You’re so beautiful.” Chris said kissing my stomach and running his hands up and down my waist.

I was eager to be fucked by him. I needed him inside of me as soon as possible. “Please Chris.. I need you so badly..” I mumbled out impatiently. My back was arching against the bed as I was whining. I needed him. I craved him.

Chris’ Hand Fell onto my neck again and he kissed the side of my neck. “Tell me how much you want me mama.” Chris said whispering into my ear and still holding my neck. He nipped at my earlobe waiting for me to beg for him.

“please Chris.. I need you right now please don’t—“ before I could finish my sentence I felt Chris’ cock slam into me and bruise my cervix. “F-fuck…” I moaned out.

Chris still had a grip on my neck as he was thrusting in and out of my wet shaft. “your so wet.. shit..” Chris groaned out as his head fell back. The slight tilt to his cock hit my G-spot repeatedly with no mercy. I felt chris’ thrusts speed up harshly as his groans became louder and more frequent.

“Just like that.. dirty fucking slut.. nghh..” Chris groaned catching his breath. He leaned down onto me, still thrusting in and out of my tight cunt. He left sloppy kisses on my neck, leaving it covered in his saliva.

My eyes shut and mouth opened, unleashing another train of noises and moans. All of the sudden I felt Chris’ free hand start to rub my clit that added another factor to the overstimulation. “FUCK..FU-FUCKK!!” I squealed out.

My legs were shaking so Chris threw them over his shoulder. He leaned over me and kept thrusting in and out of me while rubbing my sensitive clit. “Cum for me ma. Cmon.. almost there..” Chris grunted out as he started to fuck my bruised cunt at a punishing pace.

No words from me were able to be spoken. I was getting pounded from my air and my own words. felt him flip me onto my stomach and continued to pound into my cunt from behind. My legs were still shaking but he ignored that and kept fucking me.

“come on… nghh..” Chris said throwing his head back as he harshly slapped my ass, leaving his handprint behind. I had started to clench around him as I started to whimper and moan into the mattress below me.

Wet slaps continued to fill the room. My own wetness was dripping on the floor as his cock was covered in my own fluids. “I’m— cumming..!” I moaned out before clenching around him one more time and coating his cock with my cum.

“fucckkkk..” Chris grunted before pulling out of me and stroking his cock wildly. He unleashed white ropes of his cum on my back. “You— you did so good mama.” Chris said kissing the back of my sweaty neck.

“M—mhm..” I sighed. I was finally able to catch my breath and Chris flipped me over again to lay on my back. I felt him kneel between my legs again.

“let me clean you up mama.” He said grabbing my hips and pulling me closer to him. He had slowly started to lick my folds and even dip his tongue inside of me a few times. He licked around my clit and sucked on my messy pussy.

“M-mmhh..” I moaned letting my head fall back. I felt Chris open my legs wider as he continued to lick all over my pussy and coat it with his saliva. He sucked on my clit and licked down to my entrance to dip his tongue in a few times. He kissed my clit once more before standing back up.

Chris chuckles at seeing how tired and pleasured I was. He gave me a sweet kiss transferring the taste of my cunt up to my own mouth. “Let’s actually get you cleaned up, princess.” Chris had chuckled again before picking me up bridal style into the bathroom.

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[stiffyck]

I’ve been having a bit of a headache dealing with family giving me shit for being aro ace lol. If you have any qpr/aroace headcanons - desert duo or elven duo - it would rlly make my day, if you want! Feel free to answer this or not

Oh absolutely.

Desert duo:

Scar would realise he's aroace after he started dating Grian. He's always thought you sort of "pick" your crush. He'd see someone good looking and ask himself:

"Does this person give me butterflies in my stomach? Do I want to date them? Do I want to kiss them?" And he'd never really know the answer. The idea of dating the person usually didn't seem appealing and kissing them even less so. And he never knew what the butterflies in his stomach means. How would that feel like? How would he know that's what he's feeling?

So when he meets Grian and they become friends Scar thinks he might have a crush on him. He thinks that he's very close with Grian and that this is the closest feeling to what the others described as a crush.

So they start dating. But Scar doesn't really like that. He likes cuddling and holding hands but he doesn't like all the other romantic stuff.

They talk. Grian suggests Scar looks into what being aromantic and asexual means.

Maybe they stop dating, maybe they don't. That's honestly up to you!

Grian is fine with just cheek kisses and hand holding and cuddles. He doesn't need more from Scar. So they could still happily stay as partners.

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I think Scar would love being on hermitcraft because the hermits value platonic relationships just as much as they do romantic ones.

Grian loves that too. Grian can be aroace too, depends on how you wanna see it.

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QPP desert duo would hold hands and cuddle a lot. Scar is clingy.

Grian is usually stubborn and does not want to admit that hes clingy too. He likes when Scar randomly comes over and just hugs him from behind maybe or if hes sitting Scar will sit on his lap or lay across him. Scar just likes to spend time with Grian even if they dont talk- he'll just watch Grian work in silence. And if he can hold Grians hand or hug him or somehow cuddle him while he works? even better.

Grian loves playing with Scars hair.

Grian also loves to read-

he will lie on his bed with Scar holding onto his middle while he reads. if Scar is awake, Grian will read out loud to him.

Grian loves when Scar presses kisses in his hair. Scar loves when Grian kisses his nose or his cheeks.

Elven duo:

they love gossipping while doing each others hair. Gem loves braiding Scars hair and Scar loves adding all sorts of accesories to Gems hair.

One of them will stop by the others base to ramble about one thing or another while the other listens and continues with their work.

They're not very keen on handholding but they will absolutely lean on one another and hug.

They like to fight! Scar might not be the best at pvp but he's getting better and fighting with Gem is awlays fun.

They both like to dress up together. Scar has plenty of fancy suits and dresses and he lets Gem raid his dresser occasionally so they can both dress up just for fun.

That also usually leads to them dancing. Scar constantly trips over his feet but is otherwise a great dancer. Gem finds it sweet.

They love watching movies all cuddled up together in a pile of blankets with Jellie. They comment on the stupid stuff that happens in the movie. They love complaining!

Okay thats all i got rn! I hope your family gets their heads out of their asses and i hope you survive the rest of the holidays!

[nanamatox3]

a new blog! Can i ask for headcanons for the jjk men saying "i love you" but you not saying it back? Thank you!

Of course! And welcome~ 🤗

Yuji itadori

He is just about to leave when he tells you "love you babe! I'm going now!"

And you just answer with a "mhmm, bye "

He pauses

"Babe."

"Yes? What's wrong"

He walks back to you and takes your face in his hands "i love you!"

You really have to try not to laugh, hes like a lil puppy waiting for praise

"Uh-huh, you're going to be late yuji"

Hes annoyed now "well, im not leaving until you say it back! So say it back pleaseee!"

Megumi Fushiguro:

Please dont do this to poor Megumi, hes gonna overthink this so bad

Did he do or say something for you not wanting to say it back? Didnt you hear him?

Snaps out of it when you say his name

Poor Megumi TELL HIM NOTHING IS WRONG AND THAT IT WAS A JOKE 😭

Will hug you and be like "ok, now say it back.............................please"

Yuta Okkotsu:

I think he wouldn't notice right away

He happily opens the door about to leave when he gets this feeling like 'wait a minute' (everytime i read, hear or say it i think about the kazoo kid, am i the only one? 😂😂 ok ,ok sorry BACK TO YUTA)

He'll also think he did something

"Love?" "yes?" "did i do something?"

Poor boys hands are so clammy

You just cant take it because hes too cute so you tell him it was a joke

Hes so relieved!!

Gojo satoru:

Now we all know how dramatic he can be

"I love you~" "mhm" .....blink

How.....HOW DARE YOU NOT SAY IT BACK!!!!

shocked pikachu face

Hes going to move closer to you "i love you." blink, blink "i know, babe"......oh okay so you're playing games...

This means he will become even more obnoxious about it "iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou......" "OKAY I KNOW, YOURE GOING TO BE LATE IDIOT!"

Gasp did you also on top of not saying 'i love you' back, say that he was an idiot?!

"Okay. ...I'm leaving.....no sexy time for you later hmpf"

Wait...

"Noooo i was joking!! Satoru wait! I said it was a..........aw man :("

Yep no sexy time....better think of a good way to apologize.... (Wink winkkkk ;) you know wink~ he said no but can he really say no? )

Geto Suguru:

He notices right away

But still wears his smile " darling? Did i do something to upset you? "

You look at him acting confused "mh? No nothing is wrong but if you dont hurry you're going to be late sugu"

"Okay then...i love you" "see you later sugu"

Turns around because that are not the words he wants to hear

"Darling~"

Its sounds so sweet but you know better than to keep teasing "say it back."

"I love you"

"Good girl :)"

Nanami Kento:

Now he will be a bit confused but hes an adult so hell just go to work

But on his way home he is thinking about where he fucked up

But he can think of anything....

Frustrated he'll ask you "what is it?"

"I dont know what you mean?"

"Y/N....."

You place your hand on his cheek and smile at him " i love you kento"

Ok now hes blushing what a sweetie

Hope you'll like Them if you want a part 2 lemme know babes~💓

[twopoppies]

https://www.tumblr.com/twopoppies/747389355237195776/hello-gina-i-hope-you-have-a-good-day-i-dont

You make some really good points here, especially about stepping away a bit and trying to just enjoy them as musicians. I’ve tried it with some success, but it’s not easy. I do honestly love both of their music and listen to it daily. Beyond that, it’s good to back off a bit for me.

I think for me something that has really become clear this last year, is that many fans feel entitled to what I would call Chapter 118 of the Harry/Louis WIP, and the reality is it’s just not coming. Now I love reading Larry fan fiction as much as the next person, but looking at it that way is so unfair to them. They have real lives and relationships and it’s not a story that needs to be tied up with a happily ever after. Lots of Larries - especially Twitter Larries - seem to use every interview or use of a primary color as a new chapter. I’ve never been a believer in the “mastermind” theory. And you are so right when you say the good vs evil is not really clear anymore. Yes, Syco and Cowell committed a lot of abuses, but those guys walked out of there with around $50M and tons of doors opened for them that wouldn’t have been possible without 1D , so the lines are blurred.

I think it’s pretty clear from Harry’s “corner of the internet ….it’s not real” interview to Louis latest, they don’t want our help in this - whatever “this” is anymore. It’s not underdogs vs overlords and I don’t like taking away Harry’s and Louis’s agency at this point.

It’s funny, because in 2016 if someone had said this is where you will be 8 years later I would have laughed in their face. But this is where we are and finding ways to deal with it and realizing we may never have more then we have today can be hard. Who knows what will happen in the future. Tomorrow the whole thing could blow wide open and lots of questions will get answered, but I just don’t think so and I’m ok with that. Sort of…. lol!

Anyway, thanks for the nice, calm commentary. I still enjoy reading it all!

Oh, I totally feel you on waiting for chapter 118. So many people treat their lives like an unfinished fic or a game to win. It’s super unhealthy for fans and I can’t imagine it feels good for Harry and Louis. And I very much agree that where we once were helpful, we may now be a hindrance at times. Saying that, I think it’s important to acknowledge that we’re not fucking making things up out of thin air and Harry/Louis/their teams often use Larry and larries for their benefit.

That makes it difficult to feel that they’re being completely honest when they say they don’t want a focus put on Larry.

Regardless, I’m tired of playing this game. I’d prefer to just chill in my own little circle and talk about Larry with my friends and go to concerts and have fun. But I don’t enjoy being treated like shit when it’s convenient and then sent flowers when I’m needed again, you know?

[tea-and-secrets]

i've never masturbated in my life. it's not my deepest secret or anything and i do tell friends about it if they're wondering, but still they treat it like it's this insane out of this world thing. they either try to teach me how to do it (i..know???) or they're so baffled by the fact i dont jerk off like, HOW do i even enjoy life?? and the answer is ..... Pretty easily? i've never really felt the physical need to do it. some people talk like they're gonna die if they dont jerk off when they're horny, but as for me i get horny very rarely and when i do i seriously don't feel any need to let it out. like it's fine? why would i need to do it? and if i'm bored or miserable or just want to feel good then i'll literally do anything else that i enjoy, like draw, watch a tv show i like, etc etc. honestly i live my day to day life without jerking off very happily and sometimes i even forget other people do it. it just never crosses my mind. so yeah there's your answer to how can i possibly enjoy life without it. anyway i also just want to say if you're reading this and you're somebody like me, it's completely normal to never masturbate whether because you just don't want to or for any other reasons. no, you are not some miserable weirdo who's missing out on all the joys of life. no, your health (whether mental or physical) is not going to get worse because you don't jerk it 3 times a day. no, you don't need to go to the doctor about it or need to be fixed or what have you. and you don't even need to be asexual for this sort of thing to happen! basically just live your life like you always do and don't let other people treat you like a freak because you don't fit in what their idea of a universal experience is.

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[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic december 6 - obstacle - 2773 words (dont look at me like that)

cw: explicit sex, voyeurism ft. rosekiller, bit of degradation and slapping (as a treat)

((also shoutouts to everyone that voted on my poll but @casstration and @kaaaaaaarf hath spoken and so i went with option 1 lols, emjoy))

also posted on ao3

The winter cabin that they booked is by no means small, but it does only have two bedrooms. Which the four couples of them had to divide somehow.

It was somehow decided that Pandora and Lily get to have the one bedroom in the back by the balcony harboring the whirl pool. Regulus isn’t very aware of how or why that happened but he doesn’t question it.

Then it was dicing it out between Remus and his brother, Evan and Barty and James and Regulus for the upstairs bedroom. 

Regulus is pretty sure Sirius rigged that.

And after Sirius has tugged Remus and their bags towards the stairs, chirping happily, it was between the four of them to make out the living room sleeping arrangements.

It’s a large room with a few random shelves as dividers rather than doors. There’s the big ten person couch in front of the TV and a king sized mattress shoved onto a wooden raising beneath the wide window next to the bookshelves, creating a cozy reading nook.

Regulus had simply pointed James to put their stuff by the window and that was that.

It’s their first night now, after a half day of skiing and snowboarding through the snow or sweating in the sauna or tasting themselves (Remus) through the entire resorts hot chocolate menus.

James and him are cuddled up in their many sheets and blankets, the waning moon spilling dim light over them.

Regulus is pleasantly heavy boned and drowsy but James is on a mission. Tugging Regulus’ leg over his hip, trying to get him closer, always closer, always so clingy and trying to deepen the kisses Regulus is purposely keeping close mouthed for now.

James growls a little, abandoning Regulus’ mouth to find a path down where he’s met with less resistance.

When there’s a teasing stroke of tongue Regulus grumbles, tries not to let it on with his voice that James’ plan is working, “Behave yourself.”

“I dunno what you could possibly mean by that,” James murmurs heatedly into the sensitive skin of Regulus’ neck as he grinds their hips together. And just like that Regulus whole fucking body is trembling. It’s bordering on ridiculous.

Regulus huffs, “I mean that sleeping in the same room as Evan and Barty could pose somewhat of an obstacle, don’t you think?”

“No, not an obstacle,” James responds, nipping at Regulus’ ear lobe, “Rather an opportunity.”

And the second Regulus mouth parts around a moan James’ palm is there, muffling the noise. Which, insightful, thank you, but also it has absolutely no business being that hot but it definitely is and therefore results in Regulus hips bucking even wilder, a whine ripping from his throat.

James chuckles low and when Regulus blinks his eyes up at him there’s a dangerous smirk on his boyfriend’s annoyingly handsome face. Regulus wants to sit on it.

He tuts, coos a little at Regulus in the precise moment that he runs his fingers over the front of Regulus briefs. 

Regulus nearly chokes trying to keep the noises down.

James leans down, admonishing, voice patronizing in his ear, “You gotta be quiet for me though, love. Can you be a good boy and do that for me?”

Regulus pants, pelvis tilting up to chase his boyfriend’s retreating hand.

James tuts again and makes a dissatisfied noise at the lack of answer.

A small frustrated sound slips through Regulus’ teeth and he moves to punch James but this one simply intercepts the fist and thumps it down on the pillow over Regulus’ head and in one swift motion settles on top and between Regulus spread legs.

The thick line of him pressing against where Regulus is undoubtedly pulsing and wet under his boxers.

“C’mon, baby, don’t you wanna be good for me?” James whispers against Regulus’ jaw.

There’s currently no thought inside Regulus’ skull anymore, just a whole bunch of blank and static noise. All that matters is getting his mouth back on James’ and this one’s hands back on his body.

So Regulus nods fervently, the Yeah so delicate it barely carries over the small space that’s left between them. Trying so hard to be good and quiet but also knowing James wants vocal confirmation.

There’s a hint of teeth along his skin, James smiling, and then wet lips closing around a patch of skin on Regulus’ neck, sucking.

“Hah, mngh–” Regulus’ fingers find their way around James’ wrist, short nails digging in.

“That’s it, love,” James says, soothes the mark with his tongue and then– starts slowly and very fucking deliberately rolling his hips.

Regulus head tips back with the way his eyes roll up into his head.

Upsetting James’ hand over his mouth for a moment and letting the sounds go unfiltered.

“Shh,” James makes, smirking tauntingly, “Regs, baby, I thought you promised me to stay quiet?”

Regulus gasps, hiccups a little in his haste to reply while staying as quiet as possible and also coming down from the dizzying arousal coursing through his belly and making his head feel cotton-filled. 

“Sorry,” Regulus squeaks and James gives cheek a tender kiss in acceptance of the apology before continuing.

Something creaks on the other side of the wide room.

The thought loses importance rapidly though when James’ other hand makes its way under Regulus’ sleep shirt to roll a nipple around as he continues rocking into Regulus.

“Please– please, Jamie,” is all he can manage.

A few more excruciating moments go by in which James plays with him and Regulus suffers and grunts and pants through the onslaught of feeling so fucking good but having to stay quiet about it until the older boy shows mercy.

There’s a wet patch on both their briefs now that Regulus is pretty sure isn’t fully to his credit.

Especially with the wild glint in James’ dark eyes as he roughly pulls Regulus’ briefs off before he discards his own underwear messily, all the while tugging Regulus’ loose limbed and out of breath body closer by his thighs.

The sheets are fuzzy and soft beneath and then there’s a pillow stuffed under Regulus’ ass, and then another one.

His legs exposed to the cool air, eliciting shivers, and spread apart wider by broad palms, smoothing up and down the sensitive skin there on the inside of his thighs and admiring. And Regulus swears there’s something in James’ gaze, something unnatural because it feels just as teasing as a gentle stroke of fingertips up and down where coarse dark hair turns to slick, glistening skin.

So visceral, turning Regulus on even more and making him arch with a silent cry parting his lips, eyes locked onto James’ flushed features and the mess of his hair.

God, he’s so gorgeous Regulus is going to die.

James chuckles, maybe Regulus said it out loud, who knows, and then this insane nutter of a human being leans down over Regulus, making him shudder with the returning body heat of him. 

He brings their bodies in close, not flush together but touching, and Regulus whines brokenly when James’ shaft slides through the slick between Regulus’ legs.

And that’s before he rasps, right into fucking ear, low and incriminatingly sexy, “Die a little death for me, love.”

It’s all a bit hazy from thereon out.

There’s the palm returning to press over Regulus’ mouth when he fails to keep the noises to a minimum again.

There’s James’ thighs warm under Regulus’ and his slick mouth closing over his nipples, lips brushing over the scars there.

Regulus doesn’t know how much time goes by, not a lot he guesses, but he comes to again when his own whine rings clearer in his own ears.

High-pitched and needy because James is teasingly slapping his large cock down over and over where Regulus needs him most. Guiding the leaking tip up and down the slit of him and pushing in only so far just before he fully breaches him.

It’s maddening and rude and Regulus wants to insult him, spit venom but all that comes out is babbling and begging. No shame whatsoever.

“P-please, James, please I’m ah–” arching into the slap, watching cross eyed at the strings of cum and spit connecting them. Regulus ruts his head into the pillow helplessly, shaking it, and squirming, whimpering pathetically.

“Fuck, baby, fuck– fuck, c’mere. No, look at me,” James growls and Regulus eyes flutter open as his hips twitch. “You’re perfect. An angel, you hear me?”

Regulus hums and it comes out sweet. Pliant and agreeing, and James curses again.

There’s another sound in the background Regulus thinks but then James asks, “You ready for me, love?”

Regulus moans, abdominal muscles jumping and nodding quickly as James adjusts, crawling even closer.

He checks the pillows under Regulus, and then guides his cock forward.

There’s the silky wet of the tip again, warm and smooth. A small push, the almost-breach and then the head slips in entirely and Regulus gasps.

One smooth, slow, long thrust until James is panting above Regulus, completely sheathed inside.

James groans brokenly, dips down to place a quick kiss to Regulus’ sternum, “Fuck, love, you feel so good around me.”

Regulus whines in agreement, hips bucking where they’re flush with James’. “Please,” it’s barely a breath.

James pulls back and then rolls his hips forward again, an experimental little thing, not hard by any means but Regulus feels it.

The moan slips out on its own, loud and reverberating off the walls and Regulus whimpers when he feels a hand around his throat.

Squeezing lightly and Regulus hiccups again, makes a garbled sound when James gives a first real thrust.

His boyfriend tuts, leans down on one elbow and forces Regulus to look at him.

There’s a small part in Regulus that despite knowing James would never really deny him pleasure when playing is afraid of his boyfriend pulling out and stopping after keeping him so under- and overstimulated for so long. As punishment, which is a whole other box of exciting but not what Regulus wants– what he needs right now.

James frowns at him, while he keeps thrusting, Regulus clenching around the girth of him. There’s barely a husk in James’ voice when he murmurs, “That’s not how one’s being quiet, baby.”

Regulus gulps, hiccups and apologizes again, voice high.

James shakes his head in faux disappointment. It’s so startlingly sexy to have James switch between the praise and degradation, it has Regulus’ head reeling.

“Well, it’s a little too late for that now, is it?” James says accusingly, raising his eyebrows at him and then gives a particular hard thrust.

Regulus gives a squeaking gasp, throwing his head back.

But James pulls him back down by the jaw, fingertips digging into the bone and staring into his eyes as he pounds into Regulus’ tight, wet heat.

Regulus groans choppily before James nuzzles their noses together and says, “I think we’re being found out.”

Before Regulus’ brain is capable of processing the information James tips his head to the side, gaze drifting further into the living room.

He startles a little when once the blur fades he finds two pairs of eyes looking back at him unwaveringly.

Evan is on his back, neck bent and head hanging halfway off the cushions, bleached locks dangling, at an angle that simply must hurt, one hand fisting the plush armrest and the other in Barty’s short hair where he’s mouthing relentlessly at Evan’s hard and exposed cock, taking him down his throat every so often. Regulus doesn’t see it directly but the way Barty’s body is moving under the thick duvet leaves Regulus thinking he must be rutting his own aching length into the cushions below.

It’s only now that Regulus realizes him and James aren’t the only source of noises. 

Barty’s throaty moans vibrate around Evan’s cock mixing with Evan’s soft pants and little cries whenever Barty seems to do something expertly with his mouth.

“James,” Regulus moans, not quite able to tear his eyes away from his two best friends yet.

“Yeah, baby?” he grunts, sliding impossibly further in on the next push of hips, making Regulus’ head snap back around at him.

“I love you,” Regulus breathes reverently.

James dives down into a searing kiss in response, tongue and teeth and spit sticking to Regulus’ chin when they pull apart for air.

James keeps fucking into him, making Regulus’ steadily climb higher and then locks him right in place with his eyes as Evan and Barty’s noises grow louder and lewder in the background. 

James’ voice is dark when he demands, “Who do you belong to?”

It punches out of Regulus without missing a beat, “You.”

James’ shudders above him, hips stuttering and Regulus moans at the sensation. “Yeah, that’s right,” James pants, kissing Regulus’ shoulder. “All mine.”

And then he pulls out and flips Regulus. His cheek squished into the sheets and staring right back at Barty blowing Evan again.

“So generous of me to let them watch, aren’t I, love?” rasped low in his ear as James slips back in from behind, his warm body blanketing Regulus.

Several shivers whack through his body and then there’s something small and vibrating shoved between Regulus’ front and the pillows.

James presses his clit right into it, hands on his ass cheeks and grinding, fucking him deeper into the bed.

Regulus stutters through a loud whine, eyebrows scrunching and hips uncoordinatedly rutting back on James’ cock and down into the vibrator.

“Aw, precious baby– fucked stupid already?” James taunts and helps Regulus resume to a proper rhythm again, picking right up from where his climax started coiling deep in Regulus’ stomach.

“Just let me take care of you, love,” a smack on Regulus’ ass and he moans helplessly into the open room. Sees Evan’s hips buck in response and Barty take him further in his mouth with a desperate noise. 

It’s all so hot and dizzying. Regulus feels so on display it makes him both want to squirm under the close scrutiny but also bloom under the attention and stay still for them. All of them. Let them look their fill. Regulus feels splayed out from the desire you regard the muse with as you paint them to the canvas.

It’s a frighteningly fast climb and with every rut and push and tug Regulus is driven closer, his legs trembling uncontrollably where they’re bracketing James’ from the double stimulation and in the end all it takes is James’ mouth biting and sucking on his lips, Evan’s stuttering moans and the sight of Barty’s eyes rolling back that has Regulus climaxing.

A loud, surprised noise and then he’s clenching down on James’ fat cock, pulsating and it doesn’t take another five seconds before James is following after him, spilling and jerking pleasantly inside where Regulus is still quivering with the shocks of his orgasm.

Meanwhile across the room he hears Evan curse and make a truly obscene noise which in turn makes Barty groan and pant, the rustling of blankets doing nothing to drown out the sounds.

When Regulus blinks his eyes open to James’ gazing at him carefully a smile pulls onto his lips.

James blows out a relieved little breath. “Was that okay?”

“Yeah, baby, it was better than I could have imagined,” Regulus answers truthfully, grabbing blindly for James’ hand and giving a small peck on a random knuckle before he tapers into a bit of a giggle.

His body is pleasantly sluggish and tingly. James’ tilts his hand back and kisses the tip of every finger in response. 

He’s still inside of Regulus, slowly growing smaller.

James takes onto kissing at Regulus’ nape, warm body still pressed close and it’s almost enough for Regulus to drift off until—

“Oi, Potter! Why don’t you two beauts come over here and snuggle? Couch’s big ‘nuf for the four of us.” Barty’s smirk is audible in his voice and Regulus hears Evan muffle his snicker.

Regulus makes a small sound and snuggles deeper into the soft sheets, way too comfortable to be moved.

James understands that as the decline that it is and snarks back, “In your fucking dreams, Crouch!”

“Hey, hey now!” Barty retorts, because he can never leave it at good enough, “That’s not how you treat a man you’ve just had very voyeuristic sex in front of!”

“Rosier, beat some sense into your boyfriend, will you?”

“Ha, jokes on you! I’m into that shit, same as dear Reggie as it seems by the way, it’ll only turn into a round tw– Ouch! Baby, that hurt. I—”

[mattphobiia]

TENSION.

the time reads 7:07pm. you are currently at the triplet's house, sitting in nick's room watching him edit while having a conversation with chris, not knowing where matt was, but it's not like you cared. nick was editing his most recent car video. suddenly, i was interrupted by a notification from someone.

"was that my phone or was that y/n's?" nick asked, eyes still glued to his screen as he clicked away at his keyboard.

"hey! what if it was my phone, huh?" chris yelled, crossing his arms.

"like fuck. you barely have a social life!" nick laughed.

you rolled your eyes as you unlock your phone, yes, it was your phone. you announced this to them and they nodded. it was from your close friend, zara.

hey y/n! im hosting a party tonight, and i would love if you could attend. you can also invite the triplets if you want, the more the better! i hope i see you tonight.

you read the message with a smile on your face. you and zara haven't hung out in months due to the lack of time you both had. it would be nice to reconnect with a friend, right?

"hey guys! my friend just messaged me about a party tonight, how we feeling?" you squealed with excitement.

nick and chris both looked at each other.

"you know what, im down! haven't been to a party in awhile. chris?" nick replied.

"duh! obviously i want to go to a party dude." he scoffed as he rushed to his room.

"chris! please tell- oh my god, so stupid." you sighed. "i guess i should tell matt about it."

nick laughed, he knew about our rivalry but he just found it immature and funny. he hurried to save the changes to his video and began ripping apart his room to find an outfit. you got up not wanting to be caught in a mess, and you slowly approached matt's room. you stood in front of his door, giving a simple knock.

"come in, y/n." matt muttered out, you slowly opened his door.

"how did you know it was me?" you asked nervously, feeling your heart race as it filled with anxiety.

"it's obvious, nick and chris just barge in, you're the only one who knocks." he sighed. "so?"

you cleared out your throat. "right, so my friend is hosting a party tonight, dont ask me what time because i don't know yet, but i just wanted to ask if you want to come?"

he stayed silent for a minute, thinking. you leaned against his wall as you waited for an answer.

"fine." he said, smirking as he slowly got up and walked to you.

you kept backing up until you hit his door, your heart pounding out your chest. he now stood directly in front of you, eyeing you down.

"w-what are you doing?" you choked out, breathing heavily as your stomach formed butterflies.

"nothing. sorry." he said, swallowing before pushing you out his room, slamming the door as you heard him sigh.

you fell against the wall, rolling your eyes as you got up and went back into nick's room where your stuff was. as soon as you walked in, you immediately noticed the state of his room.

"woah! what the fuck happened in here?" you yell out, making nick jump.

"i found an outfit! i found an outfit!" he sang, smiling stupidly as he was dancing around.

"oh my god please help me out! i have no idea what to wear."

nick happily skipped over to you and looked through your clothes. he silently grabbed a variety of dresses, comparing them all until he made his decision on a beautiful blue dress i had. he picked out some blue accessories for me that consisted of a matching pair of blue heels and a stunning crystal necklace. you stared in awe, he always made the best outfits, but this was another level of amazing!

"damn nick, thanks!" he handed you the clothes as you admired his selection.

you quickly grabbed your phone and your makeup bag before going into the bathroom to prepare. you quickly unlock your phone to text back zara.

hey zara! we would love to come, we are all getting ready and we will let you know when we arrive. cya soon girl:)

you waited for her reply as you place your phone down on the marble counter, and begin to undress from your clothes into your dress. luckily, you had a matching lingerie set that went well with the dress, so there was no worry to try match it. as the dress was half way on, matt barged in and you froze. you both froze. you looked at him as he stared at your body, his eyes dropping in awe as he snapped out his trance and covered his eyes.

"shit. sorry!" matt yelled out as he turned around and slammed the door.

oh my god. you quickly shuffled into your dress before you leaned against the cold wall, covering your face in embarrassment. you got yourself together and continued to get ready, playing your favourite songs trying to distract yourself. but oh, the way his gaze was fixated on you, the way his eyes examined you, you couldn't help it. although you "hated" him, he was attractive. very. you shook away any thoughts of him before you checked your phone to see if zara responded.

great! party starts at 8:45pm. see you guys soon, love you girl x

you gathered your things before quickly rushing out the bathroom, trying to avoid matt at any costs. you dumped your belongings onto nick's bed before sitting down and sighing.

"you good, y/n?" nick asked, stopping and looking at you.

"no!" you yelled, cupping your face in your hands. "i was getting ready and-" but suddenly, matt walked in, smirking at you.

"and?" nick interrupted, looking at you confused.

"nevermind, tell you later" you sighed.

"y/n, do you know what time we are leaving?" matt asked, examining your body and your face.

you froze, the incident from earlier replayed in your mind. snap out of it y/n!

"u-uhm... starts at 8:45 but we'll leave around 9pm or something." you stuttered out, looking like a fool. what the fuck is wrong with you? why were you stuttering over him?

"okay weirdo. by the way, nice outfit. blues my favourite color." he smirked, turning around and shutting the door behind him.

you turned back and stared at nick. did he know this? seriously? before you could bring it up, nick burst out into hysterical laughter screaming out apologies as you chased him around his room. as we slammed into the door, matt and chris opened it and we both fell forwards, nick bumping into the wall and of course i had to fall on top of matt. are you kidding me? matt. i quickly climbed off him before dropping on the floor as me and nick laughed.

"dude! what are you guys doing?" chris yelled, jumping back in fright.

"like i said, weirdos." matt replied, rolling his eyes as he got up.

you and nick helped each other up, still giggling as you all made your way to the car. you sat in the back next to nick, chris and matt both at the front. you grabbed your phone and quickly texted zara to let her know you were on the way.

9:04pm. you finally arrived. zara was waiting outside her house for us. you immediately screamed out with excitement, quickly climbing over nick and running up to her, squeezing her into a tight hug as you both jumped and squealed.

the triplets followed behind you. you broke off the hug, as you introduced them to zara. nick and chris gave her a slight hug, while matt seemed uninterested, and just gave her a fist bump. how boring. you made our way to her house. from the outside, it wasn't exactly small, but the inside was massive! lights flashed everywhere, as music was being blasted and people were dancing and drinking. you went to hold onto nick for comfort, as you hated large crowds, but accidentally grabbed matt's arm instead. however, he didn't seem to care, and he held you close as you all entered inside. zara held onto your hand as she dragged you through her house, your hold on matt's arm broke off, but you felt him staring right through you.

you and zara stuck to the beverage stand, drinking shot after shot, dancing around, while nick shortly joined us, chris wondering off to some guys to play games, while matt stuck to the corner, keeping watch of you. as the alcohol started to kick in, you stumbled back and fell onto a handsome man. blonde hair, emerald green eyes. he helped you up before steadying you up.

"are you alright, love?" he asked, smiling.

"y-" matt had approached him and dragged me away, leaving zara and nick shocked, but they continued to dance away.

"matt! what the fuck?" you yelled, the music booming throughout the room. he stayed silent.

he dragged you out to a dark corner, the music and people muffled out. he pinned you against the wall, your arms crossed up above your head, and his face close to yours.

"w- fuck. what's your problem today?" you sighed, feeling your heart race.

"i don't like him." matt replied bluntly, his eyes hooked on your lips.

"well, uhm. i don't like-"

"dont even finish that sentence." he said, his grip on your arms tightened, feeling his cold rings dig into your skin.

"m-matt." you whispered out, wincing in pain. "are you jealous?"

he licked his lips. his blue eyes once filled with awe now filled with lust. "so what if i was? i never thought i'd say this, but you've been tempting me the moment i saw you."

you tried to hide your smile. "w-" he immediately kissed you. you tried to pull back, but with no luck, you folded, melting into his passionate kiss. his tongue was now in your mouth, exploring freely as he slowly began to swirl your tongues together, making you whimper. he opened his eyes and stared into yours, breaking off the kiss before dragging you into the nearest bathroom. he threw you against the wall before shutting the door, resuming the make out. his hands roamed your body, appreciating your curves, until his hands began to slide up your dress, making you shiver. you already knew you were soaked down there, and so did matt.

"as much as i loved this outfit, i think it's time to take it off, hm?" he said, smirking as his finger held onto the elastic of your thong, letting it snap back against you, making you moan.

you nodded. his hands slid your dress off, along with your matching lingerie set. he admired the beautiful shade of blue before slowly unclipping your bra and sliding down your panties. he threw aside your clothes before placing you on the cold counter, making you shudder. he held onto your necklace before he unclipped it and shoved it in his jean pocket. his lips were now glued onto your neck, giving you many dark hickeys.

"you're mine. and everyone else needs to know. you wont be bothered, pretty girl." he gasped for air, looking up at you before making more marks. you could feel his smirk against your skin, as he sucked and kissed on your neck.

"matt, please..." you whined out. you were throbbing. you needed his touch. you needed him.

"please what?" he mimicked, his smile so innocent yet so lustful.

"touch me! f-fuck. please just touch me!" you moaned out pathetically, you didn't care how desperate you sounded, you need him.

"alright baby, no need to get so worked up." he cooed, before moving down to spread your legs apart, pulling you closer.

he looked up at you, smirking before he dived into your pussy. he began to suck on your clit, making you jolt up in shock and whine. you grabbed onto his hair, trying to pull him closer to you. you felt him smile, as his tongue flicked up and down. your moans grew louder and louder, as you felt your stomach tighten, begging for your release. he suddenly thrusted his index and middle finger inside your pussy, now starting to finger you. you were so overstimulated you couldn't even form the words to tell matt you were gonna come. you began to shake more and more until he abruptly stopped. your eyes widened as you began to whine.

"don't worry sweet girl, you can come around my dick." he said, as he began to rub your thigh teasingly, making your legs shake.

he began to unbuckle his belt, throwing it aside along with his jeans and boxers. you stared in shock at his size. that was supposed to go inside me?

"w-will that even fit?! you're huge..." you said, voice barely above a whisper.

he cupped your cheek in his hand. "don't worry, i'll make it fit." he replied sweetly.

you pussy began to throb for more, this was too much. he could tell and he lined up the tip, teasing it up and down making you moan and quiver. he slowly began to insert himself, inch by inch. you winced in pain, it slowly turned into pleasure before you gripped onto the counter for support. once he finally had it all in, he looked at you, before you gave the nod of approval. he started off slowly, not wanting to hurt you as you moaned out loudly.

"m-matt! please fas-"

he didn't have to be told twice. he immediately fastened his pace, leaning down to kiss you, groaning as he watched your breasts bounce up and down. he gripped onto your hips, rings digging into you as he pounded harder, that familiar feeling in your stomach building up again. you never thought this night would lead up to you and matt having sex, but here you are. his dick began to twitch as he slammed into you, he froze as he began releasing his come inside you. you shortly joined him, orgasming all over him. you both stayed there for a minute, appreciating this moment before he slowly pulled out, both of you moaning because of the sensitivity.

"didn't think you would have sex with me, huh?" he panted out, before beginning to laugh.

you shook your head, as you slowly got up from the counter, your legs shaking like crazy. he threw your clothes over to you, as he began to dress himself. your body could not stop shaking, and you nearly fell into the wall before matt had caught you.

"fuck, can't walk?" he smirked.

"matthew! what am i supposed to do?" you huffed out, as he began to clean and help you get dressed.

"i'll figure it out, okay?" he replied, planting a small gentle kiss on your cheek as he admired your beautiful body. he held you by your waist as you both walked out the bathroom. you stumbled around like an idiot while matt held you closely.

"there they are!" chris yelled out, pointing towards you both as zara and nick turned around. "where have you guys been?!"

"that's not your business." matt replied as he rolled his eyes.

"mattitude much! y/n, you good? you look exhausted." chris asked you, somehow not noticing the dark hickeys you had displayed on your neck.

you nodded. "yeah i am, the party was great zara, but i might get going now, i just wanna sleep."

"no worries! it was so nice to see you." she smiled, pulling you into a hug. you had to use every bone in your body to try not to collapse onto her as your legs were shaking.

"honestly same here, i'm sure we are all tired." nick said. you all said your goodbyes and walked over to matt's car.

"chris, you can sit at the back." matt said, as he assisted you into the car, clicking the seatbelt for you.

"what?! that's so unfair, i thought you hated y/n, now you're treating her like a princess!" chris complained.

"suck it up you big baby! now you get to sit next to the best person in this car." nick chimed in.

"more like stupidest." chris mumbled as he rolled his eyes, resting his head against the window.

MASTERLIST

a/n: hi this is my first post probably😭, i dont usually write much but when i do its not great and its kinda repetitive😔. i was thinking of writing on here but its kinda scary ngl... let me know if i should write more or do an introduction! any tips would help bc idk how to use tumblr like at all but yes enjoyy!!!

[fcknstar]

Hey, how are you?

I would like to make a wish for number 3

Of the character Marcus Lopez

(If possible, could the jealousy be on the part of the reader?)

,, building blocks "

pairings : marcuslopez x fem!reader ( lara )

summary : sometimes you cant force yourself to do things you dont want, maybe this time you can.

content warnings : jealousy, (possible) unrequited love.

** lowercase intended **

it was normal for people to make friends..right? new student, getting to know one another from their own category. what more can one ask for? 

it was rare to see students from different ranks mix, too rare. but here you are, watching saya wrap her hands around marcus. a sickening sight for you. you and saya relatively knew marcus at the same time, hers more intimate. you cant help but sigh at the thought that marcus might not even consider you as a friend. he should be lucky you were there to stop chiko from slicing his throat the first time he met him. 

" pretty rancid, mate? tough love, tough love. " lex appeared next to you, smoking a blunt. 

" im not in love with marcus. "

" who said anything about him? " 

" fuck you. " lex sighed. he knew you for long enough to read you like a book. it was like reading in another language, you just got to guess and hope for the best. lex was always lucky. 

" c'mon, lara. him? you could do so much better. " willie stood next to you. 

" willie, dont be a dick. " lex sighed. 

" well, its in his name. cant blame him. " you earned a nudge from willie, who glared at you. lex on the other hand, cheered you on. 

" atta girl! "

" atta girl. " willie mocked, " shes not your girl. "

" well, she can be. " lex winked at you. 

you can't help but think whether you just were jealous because you cared about him, or that you cared about him too much that you heart beats faster, threatening you. 

laughing at the possibility of you liking marcus, you invited lex and willie to grab a drink, trying to drown the thoughts of what saya and marcus may be doing. 

★

" hey lara! " marcus happily planted himself by your side the next morning. 

" morning. " you bluntly reply, the said thoughts also planting itself in your mind almost immediately. 

" i didnt see you at the party last night, where were you? "

" i- " you were rudely interrupted by lex. 

" well mate, she was there. you were just too busy with saya to even notice. " lex often had no filter. 

" lex- " you were then rudely interrupted by marcus. 

" you were? shit, im sorry- "

" its whatever. " shit. that was the wrong response. it made you sound like you were hurt, and you often put a tough facade. its fine was always your go to answer, but what happened just now just slipped, like how your heart started to slip through its designated holder, right into marcus hands. 

you continued to walk as if everything was alright, lex pursing his lips with marcus struggling to get a word out. he had felt guilty for not seeing you when he begged you to come to the party with him and the rest, quoting that you can protect them. but that feeling fell when he saw saya. 

" hey saya! "  he greeted with much more enthusiasm than how he greeted you. its not like you payed attention. but there he is, following says like a lost puppy. 

" fucking hell, love. think you might wanna cut ties with him. " 

" dont you think that's a bit far fetch? " i stopped walking, turning to him. 

" well no? with the way he just left us, i mean you for her? woah. id be lucky to even have you breathing the same air as me. " 

" its fine lex.. "

" its most definitely is not. i can see that you like him, or i think you do. and hes not worth the time. your time! " 

" and i should be taking advice from a guy who sniffs the live out of glue? " you chuckle. it was fun having lex around, he knew how to stand his own ground and knew how to influence others to do the same. 

★ 

you thought about what lex said. you didnt want to just break off a friendship just because your heart ached whenever he was with someone and not you. maybe you should have just cut off your feelings because marcus eventually caught on to the sudden changes in your behavior. 

" hey lara. " he greeted. 

you just hummed. just like clockwork, you would just hum. not even share a word with him. not even a glance. the star he once saw in your eye whenever he was around just vanished. he noticed how you hung out with your own league more, besides lex and petra. 

" look saya, i really need to go now. " he winced before running off. him and saya was just having their own time chatting and drinking when he noticed the time. 8.15pm. he was late, 15 minutes late. it was the time whenever you had to spare. he knew, because you would often spend that time with him even if it was your only time to breathe. but you chose it to be with him. 

marcus ran to your dorm, praying you were still in there. 

" lara! " he saw you turn in confusion, after shutting your dorm room door. 

" hey. " he greeted, properly. 

" hi. " you never say hi. unless you want nothing with the said person. 

" you free? or… " he glanced at your outfit which looked like you were dressing up for a date. that made him furrow his eye brows, heart sinking lower into the depths. 

" no. why? " you dryly replied. 

" well, you wanna go out? spend some time together like we used to? " he offered. 

you had worked so hard rebuilding your guard that he easily broke down like building blocks. and now it was shaking. 

[diabolikpersonals]

sorry for such a broad question but in your opinion is laito a well written character relative to everyone in diabolik? i really Want to learn more about him but i also dont want to subject myself to All That and i just want to know if he's worth reading about or just a pile of interesting plot threads thrown together for shock factor and unfulfilled thematically.

like my current personal opinion (may be wrong) is that i dont feel satisfied with the idea of yui's love or proactiveness fixing laito in any way because it doesn't mesh well with the actual ideas surrounding his character and unpacking that love is not poison goes beyond romantic love or a singular place of understanding. additionally it doesn't feel earned it feels like a chore for the player to trudge though for the sake of reading. i dont want to read laito's story that bad if it's the case yet im intrigued by the things offered by his character like the processing of the deeply visceral way csa shatters who you are

I wanted to wait till I finished his CL to answer so I'd be fully caught up with laito's routes, but that'll take too long so.....!! I might change my answer later!! lmao

[tw laito stuff, csa and suicide, yeah]

I do think Laito's a well-written character but his stuff is really difficult to get through if you have certain triggers, so it's tough to recommend. Even beyond the csa stuff, Laito is in a real hurry to die and he makes several attempts throughout the series. There's a certain unique sort of awfulness, at least for me, involving scenes where a character fails a suicide attempt and then get even more upset and desperate about it. So I understand what you mean when you say you're not excited about putting yourself through it. They were the hardest routes for me to get through too :')

A lot of earlier games suffer from endings that are like "And the two lived happily ever after, and we're not gonna unpack all that stuff!" and Laito's routes are no exception, but if you can look past that and make it to LE, I wouldn't say that Laito gets fixed. He has an ending similar to Ayato's that's like, it feels like we fixed everything but in reality we couldn't overcome the core issue! They really seem to believe that Laito absolutely can't be happy or live a normal life the way he is now. He has to die and/or rewrite his memories to be comfortable loving someone. It's up to your tastes if that's satisfying or not, but I kind of love the bittersweetness of LE endings, and the way they feel like a happy ending until you think about them a little too hard.

What's interesting is that Yui's purehearted love often hurts Laito more than it helps him. He responds to love, from Yui or from his family members, with revulsion. There's jealousy when he interacts with straightforward characters like Yui or Ayato, like "If only I could be as simple and pure as you, but nope, I can't." He's very self-aware for a diaboy, which only makes it hurt more when he keeps arriving at the conclusion that he's rotten. He definitely makes progress, which is really satisfying to see, like how he gradually allows Ayato back in his life emotionally. But as of right now, the end of his arc is so, like, "I tried, really I did! But my perspective on love is fucked and I need a hard reset! Maybe I'll be normal in the next life but definitely not this one!! Bye!"

...So, it's hard to say if you'll be happy with it. I see a lot of mixed opinions concerning the LE endings. They often give the diaboy what he wants but not what he needs, so you're left going, "Wait, I don't know about this...!" A lot of people really hate these endings, but they actually get more interesting to me the more conflicted they make me feel...and oh boy, was I conflicted about this one! :'D

If it sounds interesting to you, too, and you don't mind some pretty brutal scenes along the way, give Laito's routes a try. His HDB will definitely make you mad though lol

[jaylleoo14]

Its not the spooky season anymore 😔 But I dont need it as an excuse to write it!

TW// Dark/gory/horror themes up ahead so tread carefully

I've been thinking, imagine what the characters would be like as serial killers. Who would be a best fit for one? And honestly, I feel like I'm able to write all of them as possible ones, well except for Ortho. Okay and maybe for Silver too but everyone else I think I can make do with it. I think.... I feel like characters that are obvious to fit the role is already generic such as Jade or Leona or Malleus! So i wanted to get more creative and try to expand more on the other characters. It would be fun to write about them though but I want someone who I think would fit the role just as nicely. Riddle and Trey was also a close one but I just really thought there could be someone more fitting. And what better character than to do the secretive man himself, Cater! I love Cater! And the potential he has a killer! Huihuihuihiuhihi Its making me shiver just thinking about it (with excitement) Perhaps I'll make the narrative as if you are looking through his eyes. That would be a fun read, no? Well I'll definitely switch the narrative to you and him but its a fun thought!

One day your boring, depressing, and mundane life gets interjected by Cater, the fun loving and bright barista! Some days you would always find yourself dreading as to why you should even continue. You live in a shitty area and your living situation is a mess, your neighbors are always partying, your boss is always picking on you, you're family situation is complicated, and all your friends seem to have moved on doing their own things in life. Life sucks, why do you have to go through this? You just want to go home already. Recently whenever you come by this super cute cafe this barista is always happily greeting you. "Another rough day?" He asked one day, and ever since that question you both have been making small talk whenever you would come by. He was easy to talk to, very friendly and bright. He was something you looked forward too during your days before and after work. One day when you go by the cafe you don't seem to see Cater around. Instead another worker rings you up instead. Out of curiosity you ask them where Cater was, and to none of their surprise that it was you who asked they simply answer with a "he called in sick." They recognize you as well considering you are a regular patron, one of the many other people who seem to enjoy Caters livelihood. Well you needed it in your life anyways. When you take a drive to your workplace you hear on the radio that two missing reports have been filed just last week, and to add on, just today they found a dead body belonging to one of the missing persons. They've been found brutally handled, the skin of their face peeled off and missing. What a grotesque and horrific way to go out.

A killer has been out on the loose in your city for who knows how long now. Though one thing is for certain, they've been going on for quite sometime now, all the victims going out in the same vindicative way. With their faces taken from them. This killer has been going on for quite some time now, but its just recently that they are starting to make another strike. For how long exactly? Who's to say. One thing for sure though is that you plan to save enough to finally move out of this godforsaken city, your awful apartment, and quit your damn job once you make enough. Despite all these killings going around, a lot of people seem to still go by their normal days just only hoping that they wont be the next unfortunate victim. "I hope Cater's alright" You say to yourself as you turn off the radio. The weather has been getting a lot colder lately, and it has been frequently raining. It would make sense that he'd get sick. Hearing about the reoccurring news causes you to let out a sigh, taking a mental note to be a bit more wary now.

You both don't really delve into each others personal life like that, so you can only hope for the best that he has someone to take care of. However on the way to work your light makes you stop and next to you is a deep alleyway. The day still being freshly new, the weather being a dewy light blueish grey after a slight rain, you dont care to look anywhere around you until a little glare hits your eyes on the side. Without much thought you turn around to see what the cause could be. Perhaps a shiny or passing car? Or perhaps it was just the reflection of someone's skateboard on the nearby sidewalk next to your car, or maybe it was- Oh.

. . . Oh

Your heart drops. You suddenly feel cold and goosebumps arise in you as you slowly flare up and your eyes widen with hyperactivity.

Someone is over there

In the alley way, next to you. Just slightly, are you able to make out a figure hidden under the shadows casted by the surrounding and clustered buildings.

Someone with a dark hoodie to blend in with the shadows, their back slightly angled towards you in the dark.

HONK

A car honks from behind you and you're woken from your trance. Just then though, the person in the alleyway slightly shoots their head towards where the sound of the honking originally came from quickly and for a split second your eyes meet. You hit the gas pedal, quickly speeding off with your heart racing as you pass the streetlight. Your cold clammy hands grips onto the steering wheel as you slightly speed off in a hurry and you bury yourself into your seat as the sound of your engine revs away down the dampened street.

They saw me...... I saw them...... they saw me

Was that? Did I see, the killer?

As he watches you speed off in your car he turns back to his finished business. The bloodied and lifeless corpse in front of him lying in a dirty puddle mixed with gravel and rain water from the earlier light rain. With his bloodied gloved hands, a dark shining glint glossing over it, he brings it to drag his mask down to inhale the dewy freshness of the air and out with a heavy breath.

"Ah, Cay-Cay should've been more careful huh?"

With no response he only laughs to himself a bit, nudging the lifeless corpse with his foot as if it were a ball.

"Oops. Forgot you've kicked the bucket now. Oh well, they didn't see me anyways. I shouldn't worry too much anyways."

"heh, who would've thought It would be (y/n) to see me down here... I guess I'll keep a close eye on them from now justttt in case."

Definitely will expand on this when I have the time and finish my other work, but oh how I cant wait to share! >< This is just a base and loose little draft for me to go off of but I was thinking of something like Cater placing pictures around the victims, pictures of perhaps locations to where he could have put their faces. But regardless, I think it'd be fun to write a really slow burn between you and Cater, a psychological horror experience :3

[hanzhen0506]

~’Enough Saying Sorry!’~

Hello! Its Zhan! Im back with another Youngjae fic, (I am loyal to Hanjin okay, its just- Youngjae in this comeback is something else istg) Thank you and enjoy reading! Muahhh

The music stop and everybody collapse on the ground from tiredly dancing. “I think thats enough for now.” Shinyu announce, getting up. “Teokkbeokki for dinner!” Kyungmin cheered as the others join. “Wait for a moment, I havent contacted y/n” Youngjae inform and they all groan.

“The lovebirds really cant seperate huh?” Jihoon teased with Dohoon.

“Just leave him be, we can wait for a few minutes. We also need to consider how she’s doing after what happen” Shinyu said. Youngjae thanked him and hurriedly grab his phone that was silent for 3 hours. These days lately was a pretty tough week. He and you officially revealed your relationship towards his fans and although the majority happily accept you both. There was still some anti’s who sends mean and hateful comments, going as far as invading both of your privacy too. So he turned on his phone only to see your multiple miss calls and texts, even including your friend’s miss calls and texts

“Jae-ie, can we meet now?”

“Jae-ie, what are you doing right now?”

“I really need you right now.”

“I just had a shitty day and one of the worst nightmares please answer me.”

“I need your help.”

“Youngjae, where are you?”

“Hey Youngjae! Its y/n’s friend, ____. I just wanna check is she with you? She hasnt been answering me and all so Im a little worried. If she’s with you right now then thats great. Sorry for interrupting you again and please contact as soon as you can 🙏.” He freak out seeing your friend’s text.

“Y/n’s missing, I have to go find her!” He said, packing his bag while the members freak out. Dohoon stop him from moving. “Woah, what do you mean she’s missing? And do you even know where you’re going? We should report the police about this!”

“Listen, I dont have time and im worried for her. Report it to the police for me, I need to start searching for her.” He said pushing Dohoon away and leaving the Hybe building. He took the taxi to your apartment that was luckily near. Arriving, he open the door with the spare key and tried to look around for you in the place. “Y/n?” He shouted looking around. Once he open the bedroom his anxiety heighten. There is not a single soul in the house and there were no clues whatsoever of your whereabouts. He opened his phone and called everybody you knew, colleagues, friends, families and yet none of them about where you are at all. He notices something shining when the sun was setting on your desk. He took a closer and it was the promise ring he gave you for your one year anniversary with your phone by the side. Under it was a letter, for him.

“Dear Youngjae,

Whatever you do, please, dont find me. I notice how clingy I have towards you and hope that you dont find me annoying. I have been rethinking that maybe I should leave you alone for a while. Your comeback is coming closer right? You should focus on that right now. Im at my comfort place, so you dont need to worry about me. -Y/n”

He thank the gods for finding the letter and bring you ring. Running towards the Han River bridge before the sun sets, his body is aching and screaming to stop running and use a taxi, but he doesn’t care and wants to see you no matter what. He kept running and running until he can finally see you again in the middle of the bridge. You always find the bridge interesting due to the beautiful sight and lights surrounding it, how long it is, the cold temperature that you would use as an excuse to hug him and of course the suicidal cases. He just wishes you wont do it too.

In the far distance, he teared up at the sight. You were sitting on the railing of the bridge, a habit you often do that sometimes scare him. But your face looked so peaceful, looking at the sunset. He carefully walk towards you and hug you tighlty from behind. “Jae-ie?” You gasp as he placed his face on your shoulder. “You scared me..” He sniffles, making you look back. “Im sorry.” You said gently and he just tightens in response. “I-I thought I was gonna lose you, you dont know how much you worried me.”

“Im sorry.. There was this fan, who was following me and kept asking me questions. I had to hide but they now know where I live and all so I panic. They finally went home, but I still felt unsafe, so I went here to clear things off my mind. Im sorry-“

“Enough saying sorry!” He shouted. “I should be the one to say sorry to you. I was too busy with practice that I ignored your messages. I wasnt there to stop the fans and comfort you, and it took me a while to find your whereabouts even though I should have known. Its my fault for leaving you alone..”

You shook your head, carefully turning around while Youngjae holds your hips. “I know you wont do that purposefully, and I appreciate. But we must admit that it was also my fault for leaving and not contacting anybody, Im sorry.” You said holding his face as he tears up again. He pulled you closer and hugged. “I forgive you, I will always forgive you. Im so sorry.” He sobbed on your shoulder as you too, cried as it is the first time you ever see him cry. You caressed his hair as you hold onto him tightly. Finally the sun sets, revealing the moon and the lights surrounding the bridge turns on.

“Ill make sure to talk to the company about the fan.” Youngjae said and you nod. “Lets go home,” he said. Carrying you princess style towards a nearby bench outside of the bridge. Ordering a taxi for you both.

Arriving to the TWS dorms, all the members circled around you looking worried. You reassured them that everything is fine, although they were hesitant they all left the both of you alone, making sure to keep an extra portion of the teokkbeokki for you. Inside his bathroom, he pampered you with a bath, massage, skin care and of course kisses and cuddles. Youngjae makes sure that the fan will get a warning by talking to the company as he doesnt want to see you in that state again. He pulled you close in the bed, spooning you and hum your favorite songs, helping you drift asleep and he joins you after.

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(Please do not steal my works!)

[jusst-you-race]

first of I really appreciate that you were transparent in the tags of condominium about how some ships may not appear a lot and you chose to not tag them because of it!!! a lot of smaller ship tags tend to get overrun with fics that barely feature them which is very frustrating for those looking for fics featuring them 🫶

anyway, I was wondering, there are a handful of ships I would say that are kinda semi set up for more as it stands (specifically thinking of zhottas, pierresteban, haasbands)? 👀do you have any plans for any of them? no pressure if not and also understand if you don't want to spoil anything or just not give anything away!! but if you do have thoughts on them you want to share I would love to hear them!!!!! everyone is here to see the main ships obviously so dont feel pressured about adding you dont want either :))

(and also dont feel like you have to answer the ask at all if you just dont care about the side ships or something or feel uncomfortable and have nothing planned for them. just if you want I'd love to hear it!! okay thats all before I ramble too close to the sun haha)

wowowow thank you! I’m also going to ramble a bit on this one honestly because it is something that I have thought about a lot and gone back and forth on a little bit!!! this got really long so under the cut it goes

firstly, as someone that will ship anyone and anything, I would hate to clog up a relationship tag for a rarer pairing when they only feature in a couple of offhand sentences or something. I was going crazy trying to find haasband fics where they weren’t the most minor side pairing and it was driving me insane! so I’m trying to avoid that! I hadn’t originally tagged strollonso for this reason, but I love them too much to not keep including them and I feel like they’re featured enough (and will be featured enough in the future) to justify tagging them.

in terms of other pairings, I might slap a yukierre heads up in just the general tags, as they are currently happily dating but won’t feature too much just because I don’t feel like I can do their dynamic justice as much… pierresteban will stay as neighbours with unnecessary beef because I just think that’s funny (as much as I do love pierresteban as a pairing)

I have also thought about other ships, but either these are not super set in stone, or I have plans but I don’t want to reveal them just yet (there is Something going on with haasbands… but I won’t say exactly what that is yet!). Zhottas is one that sort of exists as a nebulous possibility that I’m kind of just seeing where it goes. (but also I think it could be fun if they’re just unconventional besties… they go shopping together and get high tea after type of thing… Valtteri has one of those cat back packs that he takes Sweet Corn on adventures in… etc etc)

i am very much writing this as I go because this genuinely started as just a silly little thing to write for fun and I still can’t really believe how many people are on board with it… eternally grateful <3 I have been sticking to the drivers and dynamics that I’m the most familiar with, and as much as I would love to give absolutely everyone their own unique in depth plot line, I do think that would get slightly overwhelming to read! gotta have some more background characters just to balance it out

thank you for the ask!!! I hope this was somewhat useful information lmao <3

[kindlingkeen]

Hi Keen. Lemme pick your brain a little bit, if you dont mind. Do you think Jason can ever be happy and at peace away from/without ever reconciling with Bruce? Or is Bruce necessary for Jason (or at least the Jason in your mind) to be truly happy (ala Choices)? ((Thanks, I love you and your writing!))

Hi anon, thanks for the lovely ask. I have many, many thoughts on this issue (shocker, I know). I thought about this extensively when I was writing the first two parts of Choices and I could happily chatter about it all day. Some general thoughts first, and then I’ll end with some specific thoughts for the Choices verse below a spoiler bar.

The simple answer is, yes. But I do think it gets exponentially harder after the whole batarang to the neck incident. I think there are three necessary components for Jason to really move on from Bruce and the Bats: closure, support, and purpose.

Closure, with respect to the whole Bruce / Joker business. This doesn’t mean he has to reconcile with Bruce. But there has to be some kind of conscious closure that isn’t just stewing in ‘I hate him and I going to pretend he doesn’t exist’ vibes. And given the emotional cluster of Bruce & Jason’s relationship, I think that would take a lot of support (see next point) and probably a fuck ton of therapy. Or some other kind of divine/magical/Dickinsonian intervention or some such nonsense. Otherwise, he’s just going to keep drifting back. Coming to terms with your father not avenging you the way you wanted and moving on from your death without making meaningful changes? That’s already hard. Finding closure from your Dad cutting your throat to save your murderer? Yikes. And, really, true closure would require Bruce to meet Jason at least part way, which at least in canon, ain’t never gonna happen.

Support as in the ride-or-die-I-will-burn-the-world-down-for-you kind of support mixed with the I-will-hold-you-accountable-for-all-your-shit-and-push-you-to-grow-as-a-person type of support. The kind of support he’ll probably never find with the Bats given all their baggage. It feels like this was what dc was aiming for with the Outlaws, but then kept deciding, ‘nope, we don’t actually want Jay to have nice things.’

And purpose, because Jason’s need to protect others is bone deep and he spirals without a deep commitment to that kind of outlet.

So, about Choices … I’m putting these thoughts below a spoiler bar for anyone who hasn’t read The People We Choose and Responsibility.

I don’t think Bruce actually is/was necessary for Jason to be truly happy in the Choices verse. With Talia, Jason found support and purpose. He didn’t have closure, but I think with time and distance, he probably would have gotten there on this own. If Talia hadn’t meddled, he would have stayed with her and the League long term and continued to grow and develop in a different direction.

Talia looked at the situation and, consciously or unconsciously (her mind is a twisty, twisty place), decided Jason’s lack of closure had too high of a risk of eventually pushing Jason back to Bruce and away from her. So she decided to meddle in a way where she could control the circumstances. Talia faces her problems head on and tries to force the outcome in her favor. Part of her honestly thought she was doing what was best for Jason (or at least convinced herself she was) but it was also manipulative and self-serving.

Those are just my opinions, though. Lots of different takes out there on this issue. :) Thanks for the ask, anon! I’m glad you’re enjoying my writing! 💙

[fanficfish]

characterization

so in the past i used to get aaked about how i portrayed characters so well in my fics. Mostly this was when i was in peak MCYt acotvity becauae i'd write a fic and people would ask about how i got them feeling like the actual characters, which i swear is the only reason people read those things like seriously-

anyways i thought i'd share tips for writing characters thr really feel like the actual characters :)

tldr this is for people who want to write canon complient fic and match characrers really well to the real deal. If you're doing AU or somwthing dont worry about this. I'll happily answer if you send an ask thpugh (i do write noncanon fics where people have mentioned how much like the actual character it feels like reading tho since the original work is a comic and not a novel....)

Speech pattern. Especially in RPF or in media whwre the characters are audibly talking. In a good one, you can hear small language nuances. I'll use hermitcraft as an example. In Hermitcraft, most of the creators have catchphrases or verbal tics- one guy goes "amaing!" (Or rather "ahmuayzhing!") at things and another like to pepper his vocab with fancy words while he rambles. I don't usually weite accents inless it's like Scottish where you kinda do need the accent but i try to slip their verbal tics in, because it makes the fic meoe immeesive if you can read a character's lines and it sounds like skmeting the character would say. It's harder in weiten media but something you can pick up on the vibe ans go off that.

adding on to this: i ehould add since i'm bisually impaired i listen for voice to identify people. You can usually hear a person based off their speech pattern and vocal range fairly accurately and i always imagine the character is saying what i'm writing so i can tell if it doesn't seem like something they would say. I will say i did once write fic in a fandom i barely knew but it worked becauae their meme qualities literally were rheir lersonalities....and there was very little dialogue.

movement. I haven't done this as much but in visual media you can definitely see in good animations or videos that someone is moving more while talking, another prefers to lean on something, etc.

logic. Is your character kinda dull, like. phineas and ferb'e bbuford? Then he will have dumb responses. Is he Sheldon Cooper? He will respond witth a meme statement or big vocab. Not everyone shares the same logic. and ofc if you want to follow canon, dont write that x charaacter drank soda when that character drinks tea. Ofc its fic tho so take whatveer liberties you need/want.

that's really it. a lot or it is just considering the charqcters' speech patterns (accents make a difference but you don't need to write them!) and their overall actions. My take is: if you can substitute a simillar character in, you haven't made rhe charactee distinct enough. A good character haa dimension and isn't just memes.

Thats all i can think of rn i might add more later