#you might want to avoid anon fics for a good long while

[vmures]

Want to know why I never trust the "protect the children!" crowd?

Almost always the people doing really harmful shit, or even very potentially harmful shit, to children are in that crowd.

They're often the type that circulate actual CSA materials as a bizarre gotcha to people they are bullying and calling pedos (as an example, remember the campaign against ao3 staff a while back were policy and abuse volunteers were getting sent this shit).

They are also frequently the ones to include graphic violence and implied or actual graphic sexual abuse in fics deliberately mislabled as General Audiences and tagged in a way that makes the fic seem like harmless fluff. All because they want to harass a group of people and don't care if children and teens stumble upon it. Technically children shouldn't be on ao3 (at least not as registered users since the ToS require you to be at least 13), and generally I say that it's up to children who do go to ao3 to be careful of what they read and mind the tags and ratings. But how can they do that if you deliberately mistag and misrate your fic.

In short, "protect the children" is more often than not a dog whistle. It can be one for the "we must control our children and everything they learn" crowd (frequently but not always evangelicals here in the US) or it can be one for the "I need a weapon to dehumanize, attack and traumatize those I dislike and this serves as both a weapon and a cover for my harassment and abuse of others. After all, I can just say I'm doing this horrible things to protect innocents even though I'm actually deliberately harming or setting up potential harm to children through my actions." Often it's a mix of the two camps. Ultimately, they don't actually care about children, it's just a nice smokescreen.

[marchsfreakshow]

Red Nail Polish [Stan Bowes]

Smut / tiny bit of angst

Your boss never really spoke to you that much. Not really. So, you weren't particularly expecting a call from him at 12am asking you to come over.

This request is from AGESSS ago but I finally found some inspiration. Anon who requested it, if you're still here this is for you<3

Fair warning I haven't seen Pose for a bit so it might sound a bit ooc sorry.

Warnings: once again too much plot for a smut fic lol, brief 'sir' kink, Stan being kinda pathetic, oral (m), reader is a little mean occasionally.

18+! MINORS DNI READ MY SFW WORKS

No one's perspective

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Stan never spoke to you. Tell a lie, he did. Occasionally. Brief hellos while he walked to a meeting maybe. Small talk maybe going over whatever he asked you to do.

There was never more than that. No lingering glances in your direction, no knowing smiles. Seemed like nothing. That's all your relationship was.

You worked like this for a few months.

Never speaking much together. Maybe you gave him lunch if he asked. You always found him cute though. The way his hair just sat the same every day, the way his eyes always gave you the same soft look when he walked past you. It was, slightly perfect. Too perfect.

Men have their secrets, you assumed he probably had his. That's probably why you liked his eyes. Too much of a past to stare at, too much to get into with your own boss who you barely spoke more than... 4 words to. You couldn't really casually go up to Stan and ask him, "Hey sir how's your home life? It's going good? Yea, your eyes say otherwise." You weren't insane!

The hours were long.

The weeks were tedious.

Eventually getting a few more words into Stan. Small conversations over lunch that didn't amount to much. The man found himself enjoying your company. "You do anything over the weekend?" He asked, adjusting himself in his chair a bit. Did he look uncomfortable? Probably.

The silence was nice, so you were slightly taken aback by his out of nowhere question. "Uh, went to see a production of Two Gentlemen Of Verona. That was nice."

"Oh, nice. On your own?"

On my own? What was that meant to mean?

"Yeah."

"Right."

The rest of lunch continued. Stan seemed off. On the edge of his seat, literally. He was uncomfortably perched on his chair, attempting to attain something just out of grasp. You noticed his fidgeting; flicking of his nails, slight playing with his food, eyes flickering around to avoid your own eyes. You wanted to pry but also figured you didn't talk enough to ask if he was okay. Stan would probably say that he's fine and you'd get right back to the slightest bit of uncomfortable silence.

Back to work.

Back to small smiles, little questions, and writing notes to yourself. For the next couple of hours. Boring and repetitive until 5:30pm. Everyone caught themselves up and left immediately. You found yourself a face in the crowd, heading towards your car before Stan got a moment to say 'Have a good evening' to you.

It was a lonely evening. He was used to hearing the TV play some children's shows for a while, hearing the little ones talk excitedly about what they did at school. Just being excited for no reason. But, no, he was greeted with silence this night. It was deafening. He had to be alone with his thoughts. It was another quick meal in the microwave. He had to face the rare few dishes still lingering in the sink. Mouldy food starting to stick to the porcelain. Only served as a reminder of the reality Stan currently lived in.

A lonely movie, lying on the couch in whatever clothes he could find. Staring up at the ceiling, blank-minded, thinking nothing. The movie waved past his ears. "Can I talk to you?"

Stan's phone call at 12am wasn't what you were expecting. You were half lying in bed, reading still. Very close to finishing the book, and that was what you were focused on. "Sir... Stan, it's 12am."

"sir...hey, call me that again," he murmured under his breath, closing his eyes. Lost in his thoughts of your voice. Maybe you shouldn't've been giving in to his desires. Stan had mentioned his wife, and his kids multiple times. He told you plenty of stories, but he seemed slightly out of it tonight.

Despite your lingering thoughts, you said 'fuck it' and responded quietly, your book closed on your lap. "Why sir? Something happened?"

"Yeah, actually. I, um, I was wondering if you could... come over."

A chuckle. "Stan.. it's midnight."

"I know. I know...just, please. I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important." Stan eventually told you his address, and you made a quick mental note. Agreeing eventually, and you hung up. Maybe you should pack an overnight bag. Yeah, maybe you should.

The drive took more time than you expected. You didn't properly change out of your home clothes either, just slipping on some underwear and trousers that weren't so... messy. Knocking quickly with the overnight bag still in the backseat of your car. "Ah, hi." Stan looked a mess, more than you felt right now and it almost broke your heart.

"Hey...why did you want me to come over?"

Stan took your hand, led you inside, and closed the door once you stood in the living room. It was certainly more messy than you would have expected. A bit of trash, a messed up couch, a random movie still playing dully on the TV. This... certainly wasn't what you were expecting. "Stan?" You asked, peeking out to the hallway.

"Sorry...sorry." The man sniffled. He quickly ran a hand over his face then took a few steps back into the living room. "Uh, come sit down. I'll, get you a drink." The words, the steps and his look only added to your confusion. Sure he was certainly...alone now, but the mess, and his clothes.

You took a few steps towards Stan and immediately held onto his arms. "Stan. What's going on?" Cutting him off of any words he was about to say. Stan looked at you, then at your hands on his arms. Then back into your eyes.

"She's gone."

Eyes wide. "Oh." How do you comfort people again? More specifically, how do you comfort your suddenly divorced boss who definitely hasn't been invading your thoughts recently? His eyes found the floor, like it was the most interesting thing in the room and said nothing for a moment.

People like hugs right? That should work. Enveloping Stan in a hug, your arms around his neck. Holding him close for a moment as he reluctantly wrapped his arms around your back. Awkward, but somehow comforting. It went on for a little bit too long, and once you pulled yourself away, his eyes found the floor again.

He wasn't really thinking much. You blinked and he kissed you. Wait what? His hands on your cheeks. This was not happening. Before he continued to kiss you, you took a step away. "Stan-"

"Fuck. Sorry." The man uttered, sitting on the couch instead. He looked quite sorry for himself. A bit of a pathetic sight really. It tugged at whatever empathetic heartstrings you had left. Stan clearly did something, and you probably should've left right then and there. I mean, were you really thinking about this? There are multiple reasons for his wife leaving, presumably with the two little kiddies. "Look, I just.." He trailed off once he saw you settle between his legs.

"um.."

"You're obviously feeling upset, and I know you did something but I don't really know any other way to comfort you." You muttered, taking a loop in the sweatpants and pulling it so the waistband became looser. Stan brought his hips up for a moment so you could pull the fabric from his hips and let it settle around his ankles.

"you really don't have to.." He protested. Stan's protests were weak. He clearly hadn't been touched for a while. Or he was incredibly attracted to you. While yes technically, you didn't have to, you felt some semblance of upset for Stan and his situation. And you figured this would be the best way to temporarily help him out. Fuck it, you might get a raise out of this tomorrow once the man came to his senses, you didn't know.

Stan's lack of pleasure for a while was obvious. He was achingly hard already, and you had barely slipped your hand into his boxers. Bit sad really. But you digressed. Slowly touching him under the fabric for a few moments, hearing his breathing get heavier, and occasional little moans escaping him. Eventually, though, Stan pulled your hand away just to tug his boxers down his legs to join his sweats.

Ah, you knew what to do now. You muttered nothing to yourself, as you rested your fingers around Stan's cock again. Taking a breath, leaning in. Your tongue resting on the underside for a moment. "Ha.."

"You okay?" You asked, pulling yourself away for a moment, looking up at Stan.

"It's uh, it's been a while.."

"Figured." Ouch. That stung in Stan's heart for a moment. The feeling immediately replaced once your lips were wrapped around his dick once again. He couldn't decide whether or not he wanted to watch you or let his head fall back against the couch. So, he eventually decided to let his head fall against the couch as you started to take more of him down your throat. One hand resting next to him on the couch and the other hesitant to rest on your head. He didn't know what type of person you were, so he could've tried to push you down and you would've hated that.

But, you just continued without a care in the world. Eyes screwed shut as your cheeks hollowed with every movement. You pulled away from time to time to breathe, revelling in the sound of Stan's small groans, whimpers and gasps. They were the sweet sounds and made it all the better. The sounds of a lonely boss who you honestly, were still decently interested in.

Yea. You were definitely going to get a raise out of this.

Stan let out another groan, keeping his fingers taut against your hair. As soon as you felt the telltale sign in your mouth, you pulled yourself away, heavily breathing still. Starting instead to jerk Stan off quickly, keeping the same pace for another few moments, until he came in your hand. Dripping down his cock and your fingers as Stan bucked up to ride himself through his orgasm since you didn't seem to help him.

"a-ah shit. I'm sorry.." He muttered once he realised he made a mess of your hand. Coincidentally, a tissue box was by the TV stand, so you stood up, cum over your hand and grabbed the box, bringing it over to Stan. Not as satisfying as Stan had hoped, but it was something and it made him feel a little better.

Silently, you cleaned your hand up, throwing the stained tissues in the bin quickly. Stan followed, slowly cleaning himself up and dressing himself back up. Cue awkward silence for a few moments. "Thanks."

"Yeah. Course."

Another few moments of silence between the two of you, ads playing in the background on the TV. Looking around the living room as you just sat there for a moment. Stan finally said something, just your name. Looking over to you with a hopeful look. "Can we...can I..take you somewh-"

"No." Stan blinked and then looked over at the wall, feeling slight whiplash at you saying no immediately. "Whatever the fuck happened... whatever the fuck you did... It clearly only just happened. And I don't think that's a good idea."

"You just-"

"Yeah, I'm fully aware of what I just did Stan."

A beat of silence. Both of you felt like at least one of you said something wrong. You figured it was Stan. Who goes and suggests a date to their secretary right after their wife left them? "...a few weeks?"

"Try a few months sir." You knew exactly what you were doing with that word. Stan knew too. There was no need for you to call him that right now. Glancing at each other.

But you got up silently and walked out to your car, leaving Stan in confusion for a couple of minutes. Once you came back in, overnight bag in hand, Stan got the idea. Well, he hoped it was the right idea. Being led through the house until you were in his room.

You were sure this was going to result in way more than a raise by this point.

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[logansargey]

Hii, I saw your fic and I thought that the name is kinda familiar and I was righttt! I read through your blog and I agree with u esp with the ah l*stappen. For me, I don’t really get the lore of the relationship. And tendency is that they usually drag other drivers to further their uhm visions ✨ but not really in a good way.

I am Carlos girlie so it really makes me sad that usually in the blogs that I encountered, altho not only that ship, Carlos is like always the bad guy or they put him in a bad light? I mean it is RPF and I just avoided them but to push it thru real life too is weird 😭. Like i get that u dont like him but to push that agenda when the guy didn’t even do anything and Carlos has both good relationship with them so yea 😞

So u can imagine my frustration when that clip with Checo and Max went viral 😾. Like Checo and Carlos are close friends in the paddok, they said it in an interview, what are u on about 😭.

Anyway i want to ask ur ahh opinion about charlos and carcar? I think you already answered versainz. Im a big fan of them too!! Well anything with carlos really 😸

Sorry it might be long 😅

Anon, you can ask me any long question and I'll read all of it. Also I love Carlos so I'm so glad I get to talk about him. This is also kinda long but I wanted to give my full opinion. ALSO YES ABOUT THE FIC!! I LOVE FLORENCE AND HOPED I WOULD FIND SOMEONE THAT KNOWS THEM

So here are my opinions on the things you've asked me:

1. Charlos: I seriously love them. But recently they remind me of a divorced couple. (I'm a child of divorce. I'm talking about Charlos btw. Not actually a child of divorce) And it HURTS!!! if you told me a year or two ago that I'd be going through this, I'd laugh in your face. But I love Charlos and the angst, the humor, and the clinginess. They're honestly so cute. They're not my fav (we all know who my fav is) but they definitely made it to my top 7. But also, I feel like Carlos fans and Charles fans have different opinions abt Charlos. Most Carlos fans love it and adore it, while most Charles fans ignore Carlos and seem to make him a bad person and compare the two. (Which driver was the only non rb winner last year?)

2. Carcar: IT'S HONESTLY SO GOOD!! It's such a random ship bc it came out of nowhere and we all started loving it. The jokes that are made (check Oscar's tt comment section) are so funny. It's probably in my top 5 because I love random funny ships like them. I also love the whole "we share a mutual good friend who wants us to get along but we low-key don't think we ever will" type trope. But Carlos has come forward and talked about their "rivalry" or lack of, I should say. So I approve of Carcar

3. Versainz: idk if I have talked about them, but if I have, oh well I'm gonna talk about them again. Versainz is the best ever. I miss them being teammates and the whole "we're both nepo-babies that need to make our dad's proud and we're fighting for the same seat" I WISH Carlos got that seat, tho I'm happy for Checo. Ily, Checo 🫶🏼 Versainz gives me that whole "we're low-key in love with each other but can't act on it bc we both have trauma and internalized homophobia." vibe and I love it lmaoo. THE FICS ARE SO GOOD TOO!!

anyways anon, hope I gave you the answers you were looking for and if you have anymore questions, you can ask and I'll gladly answer.

[princelylove]

Hmm beside Jotaro and Noriaki, I also interested in Dio part 3, Risotto, Jolyne, Pucci. Do you have any headcanon for them, nsfw is fine :) Like what type of yandere they are and their dirty secret?

Also do you take request writing fic/headcanon/drabble or you just like writing character analyze like this?

~ 🏵️ anon ~

Sure, I’ll take those sorts of requests. I’ll get around to making a proper rules list eventually. I already squeeze my headcannons into my interpretations quite a bit, but it’s completely fine to ask “Can I get some general headcannons about x” or “Can I get some headcanons about how x would deal with y?” as long as we keep the reader neutral, so like “Could I get headcannons for how Risotto treats a short reader?” isn’t really interesting to me, “How do you think Risotto flirts/shows his love? What if I deny him? What if I play into it?” is more my field. I might bend a little in the future if something does interest me like that, so shoot your shot. Don’t get discouraged if I reject an idea, I love receiving asks and it isn’t personal if I turn something down. I’m cooking some actual fics and little drabbles up, they’re fair game as well. 

Dio is an absolute authority, he views himself as the end of all roads. You might be inclined to think that he’d fall for the avoidant type, someone who refuses him, but he’s fine with letting someone like that go- you’re just not ready to find DIO yet. You’ll come around, his cute little pet. They always come around. He’s patient, and despite his eye twitching when you turn him away, he’ll wait.

Dio wants someone who loves him more than anything ever. It’s all he’s ever wanted. So if you’re oh-so-good to him, treat him like he’s divine, he’ll show how pleased he is in small ways. You’re allowed certain privileges (Ones you had anyway, as he loves you..) now that you’re so obedient. And by privileges, he means things that he would want if he were in your position. Wink wink. You’re lacking in the offerings every week category.

Dio gives you him-appropriate gifts. Solid gold bracelets to adorn those beautiful wrists of yours. Makeup that makes your complexion pop. He becomes a bit overbearing, he’s involved in every aspect of your life- as he should be. What a privilege. 

I still think Dio is incredibly insecure. You’re what makes him feel good, he thrives on your praise. He becomes a lot more tolerable if you sing his praises constantly. Dio isn’t the most stable, so if you suddenly stop all the sweet talk, he’ll consider eating you and starting over. Oops. 

“Tell me you love me.”

I view Risotto as a dog. Some people are just doglike to me, he's like a guard dog that won't move even with a treat on his nose. He's strict- he won't allow such an indulgence as having an actual partner, not while the boss is on his ass all the time about work. 

Risotto will hold off on any and all urges in favor of stalking you. It's not like it's hard. His stand allows him to get as close as he wants to without violating any of the rules that he set for himself about you. His rules are simple, too. No contact. No stealing. No touching, even when you're asleep. No restocking your fridge to make sure his darling eats dinner. 

What Risotto lacks in expression he has in patience. He's happy to keep you as a bit of a hobby, never needing to fight himself on his rules like you might expect the typical stalker to. He's normally so happy about playing guardian angel- you really do need him. He keeps you safe. He locks your door when you forget, he shuts your blinds and opens them just before you awaken, and he adores your commentary to any animal you might keep as a pet. So adorable. So perfect. He'd give anything to keep things the way they are, even if it means staying out of it- for the time being. 

I think he’s a very soft-spoken man, actually. He mutters a bit. His voice is slow and clear when he wants it to be, but he just cannot talk that way to you of all people. His attempts to be gentle with you, provided he actually breaks his no-contact, are futile. His deep voice and lack of tone are likely to come off as aggressive, even when he’s telling you how sweet you sound. Poor Risotto. He’s not a man of many words, it’s rare he just says something without thinking.

He shows his love via acts of service, if you can say “showing.” Risotto loves to take care of people. His fantasies are mainly about washing you, dressing you, making you something to eat… He wants to give you the easy life that he never got. Risotto sort of treats you like an animal the more you resist his love. Cats are silly, aren’t they. They don’t know that they need to stay still for you to clip their nails. That’s exactly how he views you. 

“Don’t move. This is good for you.”

[therealvinelle]

I'm sending you and Muffin to jail for making me consider if I'd be much different from Tom if I was in his place.

I started reading The man who would be king and in chapter 7, when Lily gets shown the first two memories of Tom as firstie and starts thinking that she and Tom might be similar, I'm right here with her.

just... had I grown up in an orphanage and then got a visit from Dumbledore and he set my wardrobe on fire?? and continued to watch me distrustfully all the time at school?

and sure, there were supposedly stolen things in the wardrobe and it's definitely possible that Tom just stole things from other kids because he wanted to, but it's equally possible that someone stole Tom's things first and he just returned the favour. to make sure it won't happen to him again.

and I do believe that being mean so that people aren't mean to you is not a good way to live. but sometimes there's people that will leave you alone once you show them that you won't just take it.

I don't really have a way to excuse the rabbit thing, had that really been Tom's doing (this is your [plural] influence, me questioning things like that), except that perhaps he killed it by accident and then since it was already dead, he used it to leave a message. but even that is a stretch.

perhaps I'm being too kind to Tom, but growing up in an orphanage couldn't have been easy. especially before and during the 2nd world war. and it just doesn't seem Dumbledore even gave Tom a chance.

and he's Tom's teacher, obviously in a position of authority over Tom... those school years couldn't have been easy for Tom just from the 'Dumbledore keeps staring at me mistrustfully and blaming everything on me' reason. and Tom can't just switch schools to avoid him. and there were obviously other reasons, like blood purity prejudice.

and I like to think had it been me in Tom's place, I wouldn't have made Deatheaters about it or anything that had likelihood for getting people killed. but who knows, maybe after 7 years of dealing with it, I'd have snapped too, if likely somewhat differently.

...I just might've been less strategic and more petty about it, even in the first year of Hogwarts, perhaps attempting to break into Dumbledore's quarters and setting his clothes on fire, to see how he'd like that when it happens to him (I know Tom's wardrobe wasn't actually set on fire, it only looked like that, but still).

that probably wouldn't endear me-as-Tom to Dumbledore either, lol.

in conclusion, had I been in Tom's situation treated like he is, it would be less lethal to everyone around unless it made me go insane, and I'd probably live a pretty quiet life after graduating, but my school years wouldn't look that much different. perhaps even worse because I wouldn't make many long term plans (or I'd make the plans, but not actually act on them), just made more short term trouble.

and I think that while a lot might've stayed the same, I think there could be some significant differences in the story had Tom's Hogwarts' letter come with a different professor, not giving Dumbly a chance to be told about Tom from Ms. Cole.

Anon is referring to mine and @theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin's fic The Man Who Would Be King.

As for your observations, I get what you mean. Tom Riddle is in many ways a cleverly disguised SI, Muffin and I didn't want to go the route of Automatically Evil, he's just dark like that, Tom Riddle. He has reasons to be the way he is, and capacity to be better.

[bloody-cupcakes]

I am craving a pt2 of the yandere Whittaker!Master fic 🗣🗣‼️‼️

anon your wish is very much my command (a part three might be in order if you enjoy this one too) (part one is here btw)

Yandere/dark Whittaker! Master x reader; after trying to escape, you're forced to make it up to her to avoid punishment

Tw: yandere/dark content, gender neutral reader, nsfw/smut, pretty obviously implied Stockholm syndrome, somewhat mean femdom, oral sex/cunnilingus (Master receiving), the reader is referred to as pet by the Master in a way that's both degrading and affectionate, brief mention of the Master's dacryphilia kink, the Master is a little more cold and uncaring here than in the last one, the reader purposely acts like a brat near the end (which includes them performing a dubcon-ish sexual act on the Master)

"Get to work."

You had been taught well, for no sooner than her commanding words rang through your ears did you help to unbutton her pants and pull them down far enough to expose her already wet pussy to you. The sight alone was enough to make you drool.

"Master..." You softly mumbled out her name, unable to keep yourself from staring. No one else could ever hold a candle to how your Master looked when naked: she was ethereal, a true beauty from beyond this world. You were quite certain she was even the most gorgeous thing on all of Gallifrey, but that might've just been the Stockholm syndrome talking.

It took everything in her not to just shove your face towards her pussy out of impatience. "Come on now, pet, I haven't got all day." Her voice immediately brought you out of the trance like state you had been stuck in as something only she could do.

You felt your face heat up as you realized you'd been staring for longer than you'd thought, noting the obvious irritation in her voice. "Sorry, Master." Shuffling forward while still on your knees, you brought yourself closer to the area right between her thighs before obediently burying your face in her pussy.

The loud groan she emitted from that action alone rose your confidence levels, spurring you on even more. Your tongue quickly worked to move along her folds, wetting them with your spit (not that they really needed it, as she had been previously aroused by your earlier act of crying).

"Good pet... Doing so well for me, I'm so proud of you..." A gloved hand reached out to rest on top of your head, not-so-subtly pressing your face further into her crotch.

Muffled noises of content could be heard coming from you as you happily ate her out, no longer feeling as pathetic and worthless as you did earlier. You knew your Master would never get rid of you, even if you did misbehave on occasion. You were her darling little pet, after all.

It didn't take very long for her breathing to quicken and her body to tense up, a sure sign that she was close to the edge. Desperate to have her cum on your face, you pressed on, despite the fact that it was becoming more and more difficult for you to breathe.

Her hand tightened its grip on your head slightly while her hips rolled upwards against your face, greedily chasing her climax. As selfish as it may have sounded, she honestly didn't care if you passed out at that point from lack of oxygen. It would serve you right for disobeying her.

Once she was properly satisfied, she switched her movements, using her hand to push your face away from her instead of pulling you closer. "Enough, pet. I think we're done here."

A low whimper came from you in protest, not wanting to let up just yet. You kept licking and kissing at her folds until she let out a growl in response, roughly yanking your head back. "I said, enough."

You looked up at her from where you knelt at her feet, the lower half of your face glistening with her juices. Your bottom lip was jutted outwards in a bratty pout, showing how displeased you were with having to stop. "Master, I wasn't done yet."

She scowled at you in response, reaching her hand back down to lightly flick you on the nose the same way someone might do to a disobedient dog. "You're done when I say you're done. Don't talk back to me, or I'll change my mind on letting you get away without punishment for running off."

Instead of cowering in fear like she thought, you leaned forward and gave her clit a defiant suck. She was certain her knees would've buckled right then and there from overstimulation had she been standing.

The smirk on your face from the surprised gasp she let out told her you knew exactly what you were doing and were now deciding to act out on purpose. "You want to act like a brat? Fine," she snarled while grabbing your face roughly, infuriated by the smug look that was now on your face.

"Then I'll treat you like one."

[bp-zb1fics]

Something cute with Zhang Hao where the reader became close with one of the boys (Jiwoong maybe?) and he's jealous because poor boy has the biggest crush on reader :( with a cute lil confession? 🥰

A real kiss~

pairing: jealous zhang hao x long time friend reader ft. jiwoong as the cause of drama (jk)

pronouns: none used

genre: canon au, fluff, humour

tw/tags: introvert things, nicknames, jealousy lol, jiwoong giving hands-on acting lessons (maybe a lil too hands-on for hao but he’s just being nice y’all), woong best wingman (yes he can sense the tension), kdrama mention, flashback, kissing, confessions

wc: 1175

summary: maybe hao’s a teeny little bit jelly of how well you get along with jiwoong. 

a/n if any of you saw this earlier than scheduled, it's because tumblr hates me and likes to confuse me constantly~ anyways thanks for the req anon, this was really cute and i enjoyed writing it very much, a little content note: xiào xiào is a nickname used for kids who are like happy or smiley but hao calls mc that bc they make hao happy shdsd ok if any better mandarin speaker would like to correct me or suggest another nickname, just lmk~

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Zhang Hao likes to think he’s a fairly laid back person.

Or at least, that’s what he likes to think when you’ve been deep in conversation with Jiwoong for the past hour and not spending time with the person who actually invited you over (him).

Okay maybe he isn’t being fair. You’ve also, over the past hour, checked in on him and tried your best to involve him in your conversation. It’s just that Hao is an introvert and today is one of the days where he doesn’t feel like making it a three way conversation. Also they’ve mostly worked it out but he and Jiwoong still have their awkward moments so there’s that too.

“You alright Hào hào?” Well at least he can enjoy the fact you’re using the nickname that only you call him. (Because absolutely no one else is allowed to call him that ever).

“I’m fine, Xiào xiào.”

You had joined Yuehua around the same time, Zhang Hao as an idol trainee while you were preparing to go into acting. To say you were close would be an understatement. You clicked immediately, the other Yuehua trainees would joke that you were Hao’s co-parent with how often you would come over to their dorm with food. 

Hao spent every free day he had off the program with you if both of you weren’t busy. Sometimes you’d even accompany him to visit his subway ads, obviously sporting a mask and hat and keeping it lowkey so as not to draw attention to yourself. While you’ve been an extra or had a line or two for a few drama gigs, you haven’t exactly made your public debut just yet.

It just so happened that you’d be working with Jiwoong on your first minor supporting role in The Good Bad Mother, alongside your actor sunbaenim in Yuehua who had the starring role. The eldest hyung also happened to have quite a bit of experience in acting and you happened to have questions. While your company sunbaenims and teachers were helpful, they were also quite busy and you didn’t want to bother them too much.

“So for kissing scenes-”

Suddenly, Hao’s full attention is on you as you ask his bandmate how one goes about filming such scenes. He’s not dumb. Hao knows once you start getting bigger roles, you might do scenes like that. But dammit, he wants to be your first kiss, not some actor who’s playing your love interest.

“You’ve never been kissed before?”

It’s one of those moments where you’re too tired from the hours and hours of PR training, Hao preparing for Boys Planet and you for the eventual conferences and public appearance you’ll make once you make your acting debut. 

“It’s not that.” You sink into the sofa of the little room you’ve been in for hours, learning how to avoid getting a bad edit on camera. 

“It’s just that none of them really meant anything, you know? It was for fun, for a dare or some shit like that. To figure out whether I liked boys or girls or both. I just don’t think it’s a real kiss, you know?”

“What’s a real kiss then?”

You’re quiet for a bit and Hao’s about to move on with the conversation when you speak again.

“With someone I like. I’d be nice to kiss someone I like. Someone who likes me too.”

I like you, Hao thinks. I’d like to kiss you. 

He could do it. He could offer. But he’s shy and your friendship is only a few months old and he’s going to get shipped off to this Mnet program soon. So instead he says:

“That sounds nice. I’ve never thought of it that way.”

“Maybe because you’re the type to go around kissing everyone, Mr. Campus prince.”

You tease.

“Hey! I wasn’t like that at all.”

Hao protests. You grin mischievously and your conversation devolves back to light, playful back and forth.

But Hao doesn’t forget.

Maybe that’s the day that he decides to try and become the someone you like.

Jiwoong’s hands are on your shoulders. Zhang Hao’s not sure when that happened but he does know that he doesn’t like it.

“So my hands should go here?” You ask, patting Jiwoong's rib cage. He nods, expression completely placid and wholly focused on teaching you how to manoeuvre yourself.

“You can also put it on their waist, the director will be giving you instructions and you can monitor yourself on camera between takes as well.”

You nod thoughtfully, tentatively placing your hands on him. Zhang Hao’s fingers twitch, just a little. Most of the members who had been filtering in and out of the room seemed to have disappeared. It’s just him, you, and Jiwoong.

Which is why you decide to lean in, your face just about a few inches away from the eldest ZB1 member.

“So I just go like this?”

That’s it. Hao’s had enough. He can’t do this. He can’t watch you anymore.

“Xiào xiào?” 

Hao’s careful not to show how happy he is when you pull away from Jiwoong and look at him. His hyung must have sensed it anyway, standing up and saying he’s supposed to meet Seobin soon. You thank him for the help, he says you can text him anytime (Hao’s not sure how to feel about that one) and then he leaves the two of you alone.

“There goes my acting teacher.” You pout a little and Hao can’t help himself.

“You came here to spend time with me, not take lessons from Jiwoong-hyung.” 

“Awww, is Hào hào jealous?”

“I miss you.” He says instead of answering, hugging your side like he usually does.

You hug him back, and in a small voice, you admit.

“I’ve missed you too, Hào hào.”

There shouldn’t be anything special about the moment. You’ve done this before, hugged like this before, said things like this before. But this time, he just-

Hao pulls away, his arms still wrapped around you loosely. It’s just enough so he can see your eyes, looking at him, he can’t read you too well, he swears his heart’s beating so loudly that you can hear it. But you don’t pull away. He leans in.

His lips are soft against yours, you can feel the slightly sticky sensation of the lip balm he uses, taste a little of the tea he was drinking a while ago. It’s warm and nice and it feels perfect.

His arms slide to your waist and your fingers circle around his shoulders, holding onto the fuzzy knit fabric of his cardigan. You can smell the perfumed lotion he uses, pleasantly floral and addicting. He keeps kissing you. You keep kissing back.

Hao only stops when his heart feels like it’s going to give out, catching his breath and looking at you with your flushed cheeks and swollen lips. He can’t help but ask.

“Was that a real kiss?” I like you so, so much.

“I think it was, Hào hào.” I like you too.

[towards-toramunda]

i'm not sure what the other anon is referring to, it feels like there's been way more meta and discussion about fearne as a character since shardgate. which is awesome, as someone who's been wanting to see more serious analysis of her as a character for a long time.

Yeah to me it feels like I’ve seen so much cool fan art of her since taking the shard and so many cool discussions surrounding what the shard means for her and her trepidation towards taking it (I mean, hell I even wrote a fic about that). I feel like the deeper into fearne we get to see the more I’ve noticed myself looking closer at fearne as a character, and hearing Ashley talk on four sided dive a while back about how Fearne is still pretty new to deep emotions because of how sheltered she was makes everything just… fascinating and interesting and I love it.

I remember a few episodes ago one of the hells mentioned something along the lines of “hey you all know we might die right?” and Fearne just immediately respond “no I think we’re all gonna be fine” because fearne hadn’t even slightly begun to emotionally prepare for losing one of them and that choice from Ashley was so good, and I feel like that specifically is why she was so upset and sad and angry when the first shard attempt happened. Cause shes been protecting herself and avoiding having to think about any of the hells dying or any of it going badly and then suddenly Ashton dies and everyone is angry and she was part of the reason why and she isn’t used to big emotions or severe consequences so of course her first reaction is lashing out! I think I’ve seen that her decision to beat up Ashton a bit afterwards is kinda controversial and really upset some fans, BUT I think in terms of the story Ashley is telling of a naive fey being who’s been sheltered until very recently it makes so much sense for her to feel these deep feelings of betrayal and grief and loss and hurt all at once so strongly for the first time and being drawn to violence from it. I think thats the most interesting thing she could’ve done there tbh (and I’m an Ashton Greymoore stan who was team “give Ashton the shard” before that all went down)

I’m so interested to see what all is gonna happen with Fearne cause shes just… shes such a good character and I love her. (I’m manifesting another bestie convo with her and Orym soon)

[bapydemonprincess]

I’m 24 and I’ve been in this fandom since like 2010 . So not the entire time it’s been around but I was here for its main surge I feel like. And I won’t lie, when I was 10 and a majority of the fandom did ship sebaciel publicly and people made you feel weird for not shipping it, I definitely did engage with it. It was pushed on me as a 10 year old by a majority of the fandom, and I didn’t see anything wrong because I was younger than ciel/same age and I was like “yeah I think Sebastian is cute and I’m the same age as ciel so—“ BUT you know as I got older I’d say even by 14 I had the realization of how gross it was and how I didn’t actually ship it it was just that they were the two main characters in the fandom and that typically main characters are the ones who get shipped and that at that time in the fandom it was impossible to not be faced with ship stuff. And I was groomed by adults in the fandom on this very website. They knew my age and would send me smut and talk to me about myself and flirt and I honestly feel bad that I ever did engage with the ship. I didn’t know any better. But now as an adult when I do see sebaciel stuff I find myself questioning if they’re just young and if they’re going to grow out of it too and I wonder if maybe they’re also having it pushed on them by older fans like I was. I find it concerning because i know what it did to myself and what kind of situations I was put in because of it. I try to avoid the adult ones because unfortunately I think if they haven’t grown out of it and realized the implications of the ship and how it does affect real life I don’t know that they ever will. I hate that this fandom has such a bad label on it. Every person I mention it to is like— “oh the pedophile demon anime?” And it just sickens me. Idk this is kind of just a rant and I wanted to offer my thoughts as someone who has been in the fandom a long time and as someone who was in the fandom as a child even. I’m sorry if this is weird ask to send but I see you posting content about it sometimes and it made me feel safe to share my thoughts

Well I am not personally good at answering these types of asks but I am glad you felt safe to send this to me, specifically, and get it off your chest, it's all good!! 💖 And glad to know you came to realize how bad the ship was at one point, I'm always happy to see that happen once in a while in kuro, because there are so many folks around my age refusing to accept the truth and doubling down on proshipping, and also I notice very recently too trying to cause problems on purpose for antis in their spaces. 😒 It's getting hard out there since the new anime came out, and a lot of those types have attempted to return.. likely from twitter where they ran off to last time they were booted (some quite literally banned hmm I wonder why) from tumblr.

And the worst WORST part knowing proshippers around my age is knowing.. remembering.. the very beginnings of kuro, seeing the early fics on ao3 by those guys, who really started it all, knowing somewhere they're still out there.. some even maybe with kids of their own WHO KNOWS... Ugh.

And I hope new fans, no matter their age really, make sure to be careful esp on here in the main kuro tag, for these proshippers have been constantly- AND VERY BLATANTLY I MIGHT ADD -trying to advertise their blogs and discords as safe spaces for interacting... CLEARLY trying to start/continue the process of grooming that is so well known in fandoms like kuro at this point.

Overall just use block on tumblr recreationally, it's free real estate ✨, stay safe in general, and again don't be afraid whether on fellow anti blogs like mine send messages or if you feel more comfortable make posts of your own on your own blog expressing how you feel, getting it out of your system.

Hope my response was okay (I say because I'm at work at also health-wise a bit out of it so sorry grbhjfkugu) and hope you, anon are currently doing okay now!! Thank you again for sharing your personal experience!!

[cx-boxbox]

i just read some of ur fics (in the process of binging them all), and i absolutely loved all of them!!!! esp the one with inspired with mr and mrs smith,,, i craved reading fics like that bc its been so long since i found a fic like that

and also i wanna mention the dont look now fic bc ive also been looking for good gym fics for a good while now (bc of the interview of landoscar where lando ABSOLUTELY said that oscar is a grunter in the gym ;) https://x.com/oscarpiastri81/status/1808414827565473858?t=wACoUgau7NbpNCmswVC7og&s=19)

the rite of spring also is one of my favorites bc its such a unique AU?? and i also loved how it was written (well all of ur fics are well written who am i kidding) and how lando makes a mess of himself the first time he met oscar

i am looking forward to reading ur future fics!!!!! so excited for the next ones 😭 ure def one of my fav authors now

(an ask for a fic also,,,,, painter oscar and muse lando where oscar is fucking whipped??????, thx as a whole)

You know, I’m so happy the Mr. and Mrs. Smith fic is getting attention! When I posted it, it definitely fell a little flat compared to the things I posted before that, but honestly, I didn’t think much of it because it contains themes and elements that a lot of people might want to avoid, and that’s all valid. But I’m glad to hear you like it, anon.

That clip immediately reminded me of my gym fic as soon as I saw it LMAO. And somehow Oscar manages to make going to the gym look… casual and a little dorky even? Crazy.

Ahhh and you’re so kind, anon. For my next fic, I guess you can look forward to not-friends with benefits?

(Tucking painter Osc and muse Lando in my brain pocket so I don’t lose it.)

[qqtxt]

hiii uh first of all can I be 🫧 anon? I feel like i might come here a lot just to talk or request so sorry from future me 😭

Okok! So like me thinks the members handling an insecure reader? I don’t know if you’ve already done that but recently because of a lot of things and my period i’ve been kind of depressed and feeling like i’m not good enough for anyone and that i’m ugly, so maybe like comfort from txt ?? If you don’t wanna do the whole group than I would really like if you did Huening Kai! Thank you so much! ( ＾◡＾)っ❤

- 🫧 Anon

hi lovely!!! yes!!! so sorry this took a while to get around but i wanted to finish up the mini fics first and i didn't want to answer this ask just yet bc i was saving it to answer with the written blurb! with requests like these i'd prefer to have it with just one member (as the ones with all members take much longer and i'd want to get them out quickly when people requests something!). it's long overdue but i do hope it offers you comfort of any sort and that you're feeling better!

[🐧] embrace

✿ pairing: kai x reader / non.idol!au / small mention of food / word count: 838 words ✿ when some days get a bit too difficult, kai's here to carry them with you [masterlist 🌸]

as playful huening kai was known to be, he was still the lovable sweetheart that knew when the days got difficult for you. it's like he feels it in his bones, in his nerves, in the way you breathe and exists around him, it's like he has the fine print on the back of his hand that lets him know you're not feeling the best.

kai struggles with words sometimes, finding that it's so difficult to get everything out that he wants to say in his mind in fear he'd be too emotional to get his point across. so what does he do? well... for starters, you return to the hints of jasmine and honey wafting in the air. the dim glow of light on the hallway is what lures you in to put your bag down, ditching your coat, locking the door and your curiosity gets the best of you.

as you reach the bedroom, you spot a familiar looking figure hunched over the bed. creaking the door to a push, lightly ajar, the sound makes the shoulders of–"kai?"

with jumped shoulders, he looks over his shoulder with wide eyes. a small 'o' forming on his mouth and when he stands, you're able to peek at the plushie on the center of the bed. while you're surprised, there's something deep inside you that allows you to show the genuine gratitude you feel at the inkling that he might've caught on with the way you've been–"ah, i didn't know you'd be back so soon,"

you swallow and fiddle with your fingers, but kai's gently smoothening his fingers between yours to hold. 

"i guess you're just in time to head for the bath first," he easily shakes your hands away so he can grip onto one of them, tugging you to follow his lead to the bathroom. just as he walks around you and assumes you'd follow, the way you remain put is what gets him to turn around to see that you remain unmoving.

"what're you doing?" your voice is soft, and while kai wanted to avoid... exactly this. (for now, at least, he thinks he'll be able to explain later but... well, might as well get on with it...)

"trying to take care of you," he answers as a matter of fact, now returning to stand in front of you with a small smile. he hates how you gaze down to your hand in his and the way he rubs the back of your hand with his thumb as if he's gently caressing your heart does nothing to hold back your soft, cracked why?

he gapes. it's like you don't know. or you don't believe his intentions. and he knows it's not that he didn't try hard enough but it just... it just feels like stress might've gotten to you lately. the insecurities that swift by every now and then that swims in your consciousness... kai knows that well. and he hates that he can't make them go away indefinitely. 

but every time you feel that way, he's prepared to combat them. (some days more aggressive than others, he'll admit)

"because i love you," he doesn't hesitate in saying with his full chest, yet, in a tone that is delicate as it tugs on your heartstrings. he keeps hold of one of your hands, the other now reaching up to pillow against your cheek, "and knowing, feeling that you might've been feeling low these few days, i wanted to try to make you feel better."

he lifts your chin up with the hold he has on the side of your face, aligning your gaze until he sees how your gaze softens. from a guarded, stonecold expression earlier, it's melted down your defenses until you're left vulnerable in front of him. he knows there's a 'why' hanging on the tip of your tongue and he's quick to answer before you have the chance to ask.

"and seeing you sad, makes me sad. so we can't have that, now, can we?"

he watches as you swallow, shaking your head after. he chuckles and nods, "good. now, bath first. food later."

when he tries to make you follow him and you don't again, he huffs and turns around with a frown, "c'mon now, just let me–"he stops talking when you shake his hand off so you can spread your arms out. the plea lining your eyes, the begging to be held. it's like that was all you needed. that was all you wanted. and it hits him harder than it should've when his heart drops at the sight. oh, huening kai, you fucking idiot–he strides up to you and puts his arms around you, pulling you close to his embrace.

the bath... the food... it can all wait. for now, this was all you wanted. with the way you release the heavy breath held in your chest, arms squeezing kai's waist and burying your face to his neck, kai knows the longer he holds you, the lighter you already feel.

[monkeerotica]

id love to see a fic about micky being into feet. inspired by this picture, i just think it's so casually hot - https://www.tumblr.com/happyfoxphantom/760782949197234176/micky-playing-footsies-with-a-young-lady-on-the

Thanks for the opportunity to show Micky some love, Anon! This picture is gold. Hope you enjoy. -Author 🪐

heart and sole

Girls who worked on The Monkees set knew more than a few secrets that made the long filming days fly by. Among these were the following: if you wanted good conversation, a smile was all Peter would ask in return; for a good story, linger around Mike and start nodding when he starts talking; if you're looking for a good time, Davy's your man - but you best avoid eye contact if you're not; and finally, if your feet are sore from standing around in costume heels, a wince and a rub at your heel anywhere in Micky's vicinity would guarantee you the best foot massage of your life.

"Sit down, babe, take a load off." Micky paused his entertainment of a few guests on the set to motion towards a chair. "Pull up a seat."

Judy shrugged shyly, feigning reluctance. She dragged a chair closer and gave him a polite smile. She began to cross her legs at the ankles, nice and proper, when he shook his head and patted his lap instead. She raised one foot slowly, biting her lip as if unsure. He grinned and waved slightly with his hand, and she gave in, resting her ankle across his knee. It was a game, just as it was with any Monkee - if you played it right, you just might come out on top.

"I think it's just awful they make you girls wear these all day." He frowned deeply, running a hand up the stiff leather of her black knee-high boot. "When's your call?"

"Not for a few hours," she admitted, "But they said I could come early."

"Aww," Micky touched his free hand to his chest. "For little old me?"

Judy giggled. "No, silly, for the catering..."  

"Well, still." Micky straightened up, getting serious. His circle of followers had, for the moment, turned to chat amongst themselves. "It's no fair that you're in these while, you know, Peter gets to run around all day in nothing but moccasins."

Peter looked up from his post nearby, surrounded by a few girls of his own. "Do me next, won't you?" He winked.

"Forget about it," Micky called, rolling his eyes. "Anyways. Do you mind?" He tugged at the zip on her boot. She shook her head; go on. He pulled it down and slipped the boot off with expert hands, cradling her ankle as he laid it back across his leg.

"Much better, don't you think?" He smiled toothily. "And hey, I dig the socks."

Judy gave a weak laugh. Right. What a day to wear polka dots.

"So I was saying," Micky turned back towards his little group before it dissipated, picking up right back where he'd left off. "Oh, hey babe, mind if I take these off too? I like that skin-on-skin kind of deal, you know? It's like a real connection. Yeah? Groovy. I was saying..."

Everyone knew Micky's jaw was looser than Peter's pockets were -- Judy wasn't there for his chatter and was happy enough to sit back and tune it out as he hooked two fingers under her sock and peeled it off, stuffing it into the discarded boot for safekeeping. The first pass of his hand over her bare foot was heavenly. He was cool and soothing over her hot skin, slightly damp and sensitive from hours of standing around set. He ran his hands across the top of her foot in alternate passes, massaging with just a soft squeeze of his palms. She glanced up for a moment - he wasn't even looking, his attention fully devoted to the conversation. His posture was relaxed, leaning back in his chair, head tilted to one side as he pondered a question. He might have looked serenely focused if not for the constant motion of his hands, thumbs now pressing into the curves and dips of her sole, rubbing in steady expert circles.

All the while, he kept on talking, jumping from conversation to conversation with whoever happened to walk by. He switched feet after a while, beckoning her to shift her position without a word, just a pointed finger and a flick of his wrist. Judy kept herself looking attentive and interested enough to appear engaged, but casual enough to show that she didn’t need to be a part of it. She kept her eyes focused on Micky’s face, his cool, friendly expressions. His hands were soft and light, and though his touch was firm and intentional, steadily working away her soreness, sometimes his fingers would glide across her sole, or sneak under the line of her toes. Then it was all she could do to keep from twitching away from him, and if she was watching while it happened it was twice as effective. She knew he must be doing it on purpose, and the knowledge made it worse – it would take someone as clever and nimble as he to torture her so while discussing the intricacies of multi-camera set lighting, or whatever he was on about now. She leaned into the pleasantness of his touch, that it might assuage her ticklishness, let it pass over her in a near-ecstatic wave. 

His fingertips danced across the tenderest part of her sole, and she couldn’t help but curl her toes and shy away. She realized that he had stopped talking, and was looking straight at her. He was smiling.

“I want to tell you a story,” he said. “Do you mind?”

Judy shook her head, curious.

“Great,” Micky grinned. “I haven’t been able to in ages. But stop me if you don’t like it, okay?”

Before she could ask what he meant, he had taken her big toe between thumb and forefinger, and then the question was moot. 

“This little piggy went to market,” he began, glancing up for a moment to gauge her expression. Judy held the sides of her chair firmly. 

“This little piggy stayed home.” He released her big toe and took the second one between his fingers, wiggling it slightly. Then, he was onto the third. “This little piggy had roast beef–”

He hesitated for a second, then tacked on, “Or, you know, brown rice and spinach, whatever. Anyway-”

Micky took hold of the fourth. “This little piggy had none. And this little piggy…” His fingers held her little toe gently.

“And he does this all the way home, by the way, all the way home…”

Since she’d become involved with show business, Judy had been asked to do many things by the men of Hollywood; this was by far the strangest, and yet the most innocent - and certainly the least minded. She gripped her chair in anticipation.

There was a glint in Micky’s eye when he looked up next - playful, almost predatory. “He cried ‘Wheee! Wheee! Wheee!’” With one hand atop her ankle as a light restraint, his other hand attacked her foot with tickling, delicate, precise touches that had her laughing and squirming, gasping and crying for mercy. Micky laughed along with her, letting it go on just long enough that she thought she couldn’t bear it, and then not an instant more. He stroked her foot gently as she caught her breath, a big, dumb grin plastered to his face.

“You’re a real sport, you know that?” He made to stand, setting her bare feet back down on his chair before kneeling and taking up her boots and socks and helping her put them back on.

Judy almost blushed as he worked - he’d said it genuinely, a real ‘thank you’ as if she’d been the one doing him a favor. “You’re a great storyteller,” she said lightly.

Micky placed a kiss against her socked ankle before slipping it into her boot and tugging the zipper up. “You think so?” He stood up straight and stretched, hands above his head. Judy looked politely away from his trousers, tight as they were. 

“Let me get your number, if you won’t be on set again soon.” Micky looked around for a pen. “Cause there’s a whole second act I didn’t get around to yet.”

She looked at him half in astonishment, though she took out a pen and slip of paper from her purse, wrote out the digits, and passed it to him quickly. He tucked it into his pocket. “Are you asking me on a date?” she asked.

“Sure, if you like. I sure would.” Someone was calling him from across the room, and he shrugged apologetically, taking a few steps away from her. He turned and blew a kiss - a low one, that fell somewhere around her feet. Judy hid a smile behind her hand as he called to her. “Wear something strappy!”

[sitp-recs]

hi! thank you so much for such amazing recs all the time. what a gift!!! this is a different kind of request than usual maybe so feel free to skip it or take your time or interpret in your own way: i’m looking for swoon-worthy fics, like sooo romantic. like off the charts oh my god this is so sweet so loving so huge kind of vibes. but that’s like a feeling you know, for the characters and for the readers, so. not sure if it makes sense! thank u :)

Hi anon, thank you so much for the kind words!! I don’t really read hardcore fluff tbh, but I love myself some tender romance! I’ve included different flavours here with a lil bit of angst (couldn’t resist 🤣) but nothing too intense. I hope this list works for you! You can also check the latest Fluff Fest collection here.

Say the words / then stay around by Teatrolley (NR, 5.7k)

They’ve been together for a while when Harry decides that he wants to try the Auror Office again. What he doesn’t consider is the effects the work might have on the two of them. But, then again, maybe those effects don’t have to be all bad?

Little Talks by Femme and noeon (E, 11k)

Draco's been shagging the Head Auror for months now, and he's sure it's just a fling. Until Harry asks him to a Quidditch match, that is, and things go horribly wrong.

Take the Moon by @tackytigerfic (M, 15k)

Harry Potter has always wanted a family of his own, and when a deadly blood curse forces him into a marriage bond with his best friend Draco Malfoy, it looks like he might just have found one.

Two Zinnias and the Scent of Lemon by @the-starryknight (M, 16k)

The Ministry didn’t turn bad overnight. Harry didn’t suddenly turn rogue either. Between covert Legilimency links and Polyjuice disguises and running and running and running, Draco has forgotten what it is like to have a safe harbor that isn’t a person. If there’s an art to fighting back, then they’ll find it hand in hand.

freely, as men strive for right by @bixgirl1 (E, 17k)

How can Harry love a man like Draco Malfoy? If only Draco would let him count the ways.

The Courting by the Pureblood Who Only Has Five Milligrams of Romantic Intelligence and Thinks He’s Real Smooth by Cibee (T, 19k)

Draco could grab Potter and shove him into a stall before proceeding to suck his soul out of his dick, but secretly, deep down, in the part of Draco that he will never admit to anyone, he is (everyone pauses to shudder) a romantic. Potter is not someone Draco wants a one-off with. Potter is — Draco’s beloved!

With Great Yawns and Stretchings by sugar_screw (T, 22k)

The coffee is very good. Really. And the cats are so cute. That's why Harry goes so often.

All Things Go by @sorrybutblog (E, 33k)

Draco’s back at Hogwarts by court order. Harry’s back for no particular reason at all. Some things change, some stay the same. Neither expects to spend eighth-year living in close quarters, playing rugby (poorly), staying up late, sneaking around, and finally figuring it all out.

Eager for the Sky by @oknowkiss (M, 35k)

It was announced, just as the Triwizard Tournament had been, at the start of term feast. A year-long, international Quidditch varsity match — the inaugural Wizarding Academy Cup.

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them (or Draco Malfoy's Guide to Stop Dying and Start Living Instead) by nerakrose and dustmouth (T, 96k)

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[padfootagain]

A quick update, friends!

Just wanted to share a quick update after posting my first fic in a while, and discuss what I'm planning to do, and also ask for your opinion on a few things (a pole is under the cut if you're interested). I'm going to put everything under the cut to avoid bothering people who would not care about this post.

But before that, I would simply like to thank everyone who has read my new fic! I wasn't expecting to do so well on my come back, I've already received requests again... It really feels like I'm fully back, and I'm very grateful. So thank you so much to everyone!

Now, the rest is under the cut :

First thing first, again, thank you so much for the very positive feedback I got for my Sirius fic! It's very encouraging to me, and shows that I can still write good (or at least okayish) fics, despite being gone for so long! So thank you all again!

I've received two similar requests for some Ben Barnes fic (I don't know if it's the same person going on and off anon or just two separate ones that are just oddly similar...), requesting some shenanigans with the Shadow and Bone cast, the request is accepted and already written!

Concerning requests, I just wanted to remind you all that I do not write smut or nsfw content. If you make a request that could include smut, I will thus keep your idea but without any nsfw scene.

Quick update on where we're at! Here is my little list of all my fics that I have been working on or am currently working on :

You will recognize the first five fics as being the ones already included in my posting schedule that I shared last week (it's still my pinned post, in case you need to check it out again). But as you can see I've been pretty productive this week! Wrote a long one-shot that I will split into two parts cause it's too long, and the request I received this week. Also already working on a chapter for a series.

I am thus seriously thinking about posting more often than what I had originally planned... I don't want to overwork myself, so I don't think I'll go as far as posting twice a week on a regular basis, but I might do an intermediate rhythm... like once every five days or something like that. I don't know yet, I'm still thinking about it. But it's a bit silly that I have so many stuff ready at this point, I reckon. So might let myself post more often in the coming days.

Also, as you might have noticed in this list, there is an awful lot of Ben Barnes content coming (I do not blame myself for it, I love this man with all my heart, have been doing so for way too long to still be counting now, it's really not my fault...). But I am aware that some of you might be interested in other characters ! So, if you have a minute, you can answer this little pole here in order to decide who I should focus next for another one-shot!

I am also thinking about planning an event in the coming month, if things go well, if you're still enjoying my writings and if I'm still productive :) I think it could be a nice way to mark my come back, make you all involved in the creative process again, and it also would be a way to help me focus my energy. Because rn I have so much motivation to write fics, it's a bit overwhelming tbh cause I have lots of ideas and have a tendency to be a bit all over the place. So, organising on an event could help me focus all this energy. It would probably be an event using dialogue prompts or AUs/tropes. I will give myself a few more days to think about it, and will probably ask your opinion again about it through some poles :)

Anyway, end of this very long post, a pat on the shoulder to anyone who's managed to read this post all the way through, and I will keep you updated again next week :)

Feel free to drop by to discuss everything I'm discussing in this post, or if you just want to have a chat about whatever you want :)

Thank you all again, have a nice Sunday!

[sunlightandsuffering]

You know who I think has the biggest breeding kink ever? Switch Eren. All Mikasas equally want to have Eren's babies, but no Eren wants to see her pregnant, all round filled up with his baby than Switch Eren. Their first baby wasn't even born yet and he's already sweet talking Mikasa and making plans for the second. A few months after their first baby is born, Mikasa is already pregnant again

Omg ur right anon, but I don't think he'd ever act on it tbh, I think that Eren likes breeding kink without the actual pregnancy part lol, maybe when they get a little older, but I think he's too selfish to share her now!! When they get older 100% tho!! He's all over her, wants her to have all his kids! Ugh I wrote this forever ago, it's like very breeding kink, and Eren wanting her to be his and coercing her into it lol. but I don't think I'm going to put it in the fic, I think it's too much now lol!! It might be destined for another fic, bc it doesn't give Switch Eren and Miki to me anymore lol!! It's so funny how their characters have changed for me so much, bc I wrote this like a LONG ASS time ago lol,

“Ren what about that?” She asks, pretty manicured pink fingernails slipping into her sodden cunt to play with the sticky white substance he’d left. It feels nice, easier to push two fingers in and stretch her gummy walls open, her eyes shut a little at the sensation. Her digits more slender than Eren’s rough hands, calloused up and unyielding. She finds that spot inside her, the one Eren showed her specially, explained and worshipped, the g-spot, the one she’d found the first time she’d touched herself, and she whimpers a little bit as the presses against it.

“What baby?” He asks from over her shoulder as he watches her fingers part her pretty cunt. 

“This stuff, your cum,” she murmurs, slipping her two fingers from her pussy with a wet pop, coated in the milky white substance, she brings it to her lips curiously, giving it a little lick. She finds she doesn’t hate the taste, salty and a little acidic, it’s not the worst thing. The way Eren’s looking at her as she stuffs her mouth with her fingers makes her want to lick it all up, drink it all down, drown in it if it’ll make him look at her like that and his cock grow against her back.  “What about it love?” She tries to speak around her fingers but it comes out muffled and she sighs, pulling them from her lips and Eren takes her hand into his immediately, toying with the now slimy digits, feeling them up and down with his own hands. 

“Should we use condoms or something? I know we’ve only done it a few times but maybe we should use condoms, we don’t want to worry about pregnancy right?” “You’re on birth control right?” He asks, still enamoured with her hand, nibbling on her index finger.  “Yeah,” 

“Then it’s fine, don’t worry about it Miki.” 

But she’s still a little doubtful, frowning down at her legs where the sticky mess of their release continues to drool from her puffy cunt, white on pink, pretty.

“Are you sure Ren? I don’t want to get pregnant.”  He kisses her temple softly, “Don’t worry baby you won’t, besides you like it don’t you?” Eren asks, his own hand coming down to soothe at her velvety lips, his long middle finger pressing insistently at her entrance, gathering their combined juices and feeding it back into her cunt, while his thumb rub circles over her clit. 

She nods distractedly, “Yeah it’s nice.” She releases a breathy little sigh as he pulls out of her with a wet squelch, her walls working to keep him inside. 

“Then it’s fine. I never use condoms if I can avoid it, it doesn’t feel as good. It ruins it, you won’t like it either.” He tells her seriously and she nods, Eren has sex all the time, he knows better. 

“If anything were ever to happen, I’d take care of you anyway Miks, I’ll always be there for you baby.”

She smiles as she snuggles him a little more, Eren is the best. But then a thought occurs to her and she looks away pouting, “Do you use them with other girls?” 

She knows from health class it’s the possibility of an STD she should be worried about, but more than anything, she’s just possessive and she doesn’t want other girls to feel him bare inside them. It’s too good, she should be the only person he impales that well. She should be the only one who’s cunt is stretched and molded to fit his cock, who’s walls are coated with thick sticky cum, making her even more slippery for him. 

Eren grins, his free hand coming down to rub her belly softly, soothing her.  “Don’t worry baby, I use condoms with all the other girls now,”

She doesn’t enjoy that he didn’t use to use them before, but it’s nice that he does now. She snuggles into him a little more, possessive.  “Good.”

His hand moves to cup the soft swells of her breast, kneading them. It makes her feel better and she falls asleep like that, fucked out and with Eren wrapped around her.

[woodswolf]

Oh!!!! 9, 29, & 38 please!

fic writer ask game

9. Tell us your favorite thing to drink when you write

I'm gonna be real with you anon, I drink diet Mountain Dew like it's water. Something something self medicating for ADHD (NOT THAT IT FUCKING WORKS)

29. Which fic would you most like to have fan art done for?

TITLE DROP TIME: catch/cradle. This is the first entry in one of the "sequel" lines from DLD, but I might end up putting it in both series on AO3 because (1) they're all the same chronology, just with different contexts (let you think over that one for a little while with the riddle), and (2) some of its contents are specifically relevant to the main series between callbacks to DLD and calls forward to... WELL. We'll just leave it at that :)

I had intended to do this title drop in the upcoming spoiler post, but I still have to respond to comments and write chapter 5 and FUCK man I have had no fucking time for anything these past few weeks. Anyway.

There's a lot of really fun stuff that could have fanart in this one. A lot of Images. If the true form of the Pikmin's side of DLD is a wordless graphic novel and the true form of Olimar's side of DLD is a stream-of-consciousness As It Is, the true form of several specific scenes of catch/cradle would be a film, because there are a lot of framing tricks you can pull off in film that don't really work the same way in text mediums.

(Mostly that you can show-don't-tell without specifically "showing" and thereby "telling". There is one specific location where if I could avoid describing it in detail and leaving noticing specific elements as a purely visual thing — or, to put it another way, to leave the POV character on the level of context they would be on and allowing the audience to pick up the very specific references to previous events and how another character has chosen to contextualize them — would be better than having to say "okay so this thing is in the doorway and this thing is on the wall in a central position and this thing is over here and etc. etc." because there is SO much little reasoning behind some of these things and I would want viewers to react to it organically rather than for it to have ANY attention called to it.)

The dev title for this line of sequels would be the brave and sacred earth for a lot of reasons. As I broke it down to my partner in DMs:

"Sacred earth" as in a play on "sacred turf", because I don't intend to touch the primary topic of this sequel line in ANY fashion ANYWHERE else EVER again - it's too wholly holy to be messed with so trivially. There can be any number of stories set in this chronology, and I do in fact have some very low priority ideas that I would probably only get to years down the line if ever, but the way I see it, there's simply no point for me to ever touch this "kind" version of the base concept without treating the events of DLD chapter 4 as part of its canon. I will leave it as an exercise to the reader to determine why — but if you can't quite figure it out now, the tags that I'll be adding to chapter 5 will make it obvious. Probably. Technically this is a me thing because I have BEEF with another story for not handling a similar subject exactly how I would have.

"Brave" as in:

38. Pick three of your fics and share a song to go with each

I have a 3 hour long playlist of DLD series songs. So!

catch/cradle: The Weight of Us by Sanders Bohlke.

The time has come, let us be brave The time has come, let us be brave Shake off all of your shame The time has come, let us be brave The time has come, let us be brave Let us be brave Let us be brave

This just really sums up the emotional arc in a way? Sometimes things are a change for the better, but recognizing that they are better introduces impossible amounts of guilt that these things that are better are not what was before. I could elaborate further, but really that's what it comes down to.

Other contenders: The Trap by Tally Hall, On A Good Day (cover) by Spencer Pugh, Our Love Remains by rei brown

[TITLE REDACTED] (codename: DLDP3): Body to Flame by Lucy Dacus.

Believe me, I'm speaking plainly and painfully Trying to stay elegant, eloquent and delicate to you I see you holding your breath with your arms outstretched Waiting for someone to come rip open your chest

Lamellamar song of ALL TIME. There's an entire scene (not written, just an outline) that I posted in a more artsy Discord server like eight months ago that unfortunately got ignored. But! Holy shit this one is so real you have no idea.

Other contenders: The Calling by The Amazing Devil, Two Ravens by Hawthorn

dogs leading dogs: By My Side by Uzo Aduba and the Godspell ensemble cast.

It's a really hard choice, because I can't even say that there is a single song that encapsulates all of base DLD for me, but By My Side comes really, really close. I can't even pull out specific lyrics because it's just. All of it. Our two dogs are each all three of the follower and the pebble and the betrayed, and it keeps the same tender-yet-tragic tone of everything except chapter 6 (which is kind of its own thing, you'll see when we get there).

Other contenders are mostly songs that are INSANE fits for specific scenes without being Encapsulating, so here we go:

I'm Your Man by Mitski is a second overall pick for "THE DLD song". It's not quite the right tone, or at least not anymore, but it came out right when I was starting the initial drafts of this project so I can't not mention it.

Gravedigger (Acoustic version) by Dave Matthews. This one was actually intentionally referenced in-text but we haven't seen that yet (it's in chapter 5).

New Normal by Jack Stauber is a good summation of where we're going to be left off on one of our timelines.

Wanderer's Lullaby by Adriana Figueroa is one that I've regularly come back to for some of the more emotionally difficult scenes. The last ~300ish words of vi. love (as an absence) were written to it, as were a few portions of the Pikmin parts of chapter 5.

The Woods by San Fermin is more of a general chapter 1 song, but as a result it carries relevance with the entire rest of the fic.

How Did I Die? by Einstürzende Neubauten is also a more general song but it doesn't match as well as I'd like in some ways. It does, however, mirror the structure very nicely — there's a clear change between the "body" and "epilogue" of the song.

Thanks for the ask! :D