#LOL WHY WAS THIS GOLD SITTING IN MY DRAFTS

[springdaybreaks]

lavender haze | l. jn.

➼summary: your subscribers anonymously agree that they could see the progress of you and jeno's relationship in your videos. / or in which jeno appears in your youtube videos.

➼tags: lee jeno x youtuber!reader; (kind of) domestic!jeno; fluff

➼warnings: grammar and tenses inconsistencies and intentional lowercase. unedited. no content warnings.

➼word count: 3,415

➼note: can't believe what started as a self indulgence ended up buried in my drafts for months lol. this fic is completely random and i had no idea why i even started writing this. but seeing this after finally coming back to my tumblr drafts just made me want to publish it. also i still suck at giving titles lmaoooo but i feel like the lyrics of lavender haze kinda fits them

iv. building new ikea furnitures for my new apartment (and giving up failing)

"hello everyone, welcome back to the channel! how are you guys? i hope all of you are doing well. so today i am going to build a cabinet which i am going to put under my tv! as you guys know if you watched my previous video, i recently moved to a new place and i am slowly but surely starting to make this place home."

you clapped your hands, "let's start, shall we?"

you opened the box and started getting all of the pieces out, lining it up on the floor near you. you were doing a pretty good job on your own until you started facing hurdles after hurdles. with a little bit more time, patience and effort, you managed to screw in the right screws and placing the pieces the correct way. but as you were near finishing the furniture, your concentration and patience were wearing thin. not to mention you haven't eaten yet.

"oh my god, is this stuck?" you grunted as you try to push in a piece to its place.

the piece didn't budge even a smidge. you sighed as you felt the strength leaving your arms. you lay down and stare at the ceiling hopelessly before turning your head to the camera.

"and here i thought assembling an ikea furniture was easy."

the door creaked open and you lift your head off the floor. you must've saw a familiar face as your face because you forced yourself to sit cross-legged again.

"you doing okay?" someone said behind the camera.

"this one got stuck and i don't have the strength to push it to its place or pull it out again," you pointed to the troublesome piece.

"you want some help?"

"will you help me? oh that would be amazing!"

there was some shuffling and the next second, there was your helper with his back to the camera.

"say hi to my subscribers!" your helper waved his hand but refused to turn around.

you throw your arms around his neck and pull him in for a hug, "this is my friend and my savior who kindly agreed to help me move my stuff here! he's a little shy, so we're gonna blur out his face for privacy."

"what are you having troubles with?" he asked.

you pointed to the troublesome piece and started explaining how you tried your best but couldn't move the said piece. you even showed him the instructions and told him how you followed the instructions exactly, but the piece still got stuck.

"okay, calm down. let's start with this one," he said and shoved the piece down to its place in a blink of an eye.

your jaw dropped as you stared at your helper, then your camera, "i should've asked for his help from the very start."

your helper chuckled and made himself comfortable on the floor, still keeping his back to the camera as he reached for the instructions.

"you just need a little more strength, y/n."

the video continued with a timelapse of you and your helper finishing the furniture; with you helping with the instructions and carrying the pieces and your helper trying his best in assembling it. the timelapse ended as the two of you finished. your helper got up to his feet and with your help, the two of you pushed the cabinet to stand properly.

"hey, i think we did a pretty good job!" you said to the camera.

xii. trying archery (ft. archery gold medalist!)

"hello everyone, welcome back to the channel! how are you guys? i hope all of you are doing well. so today i am here," you gestured towards the background, "at an archery range. and as you seen on the title, i am gonna be trying archery today! and i happen to have a friend that does or at least know how to do archery."

you gestured towards someone behind the camera to come closer. a moment later, a guy walked into the frame and stand beside you.

"introduce yourself!"

the guy bowed and simply introduced himself, "hi, everyone. i'm jeno."

"if you guys remembered the video where i tried building a tv cabinet, this is the friend that helped me build the cabinet!"

jeno kept quiet beside you, nodding along to your words as you start to explain your itinerary for the day. he only chimed in when he heard you saying how he was a archery gold medalist.

"no, wait a minute," he cut your monologue, "i'm not a gold medalist."

"yes, you are!" you protested.

"i'm not! it was only sports week at school, silly."

"mhm, and what about the neighborhood sports competition?" you crossed your arms.

"that doesn't count! my opponents were all old uncles!"

you gasped, as if what he said was scandalous. jeno rolled his eyes at your antics. "old uncles?"

"alright that's enough. now put your gear on," he turned you around and started pushing you to the counter where the staff had your gear ready.

you sped up the parts of the two of you getting ready. and finally the video started going on a normal pace when you and jeno were standing right behind the line.

"fear not, people, for i am katniss everdeen!" you said in a mighty voice, your chest puffed up.

"okay, katniss everdeen. now start practicing before you poke someone's eye off." jeno guided you to take up your posture, "now shoot by yourself first."

your first shot was awful as predicted. but so was your second and third. it was then jeno started correcting your posture again and the angle of your arm.

"now put your hand right on the corner of your mouth here as you pull the bow," he said as he took a place right behind you. "take a breath, hold it, and exhale as you release your bow."

you did as you were told and the camera moved to the target to capture your score. your arrow landed on the border of the second and third circle from the middle.

you jumped and shouted excitedly, "a nine! i got a nine!"

jeno smiled at your antics, his eyes curving to the shape of little crescent moons. he stood his ground even when you took his hand into yours and started jumping. but the small smie never left his face.

"let's do it again!" you said, "and we're not gonna go home until i get at least two bullseye!"

xix. meet my new friend!

"hello everyone, welcome back to the channel! how are you guys? i hope all of you are doing well. we're not starting the video like the usual, as you guys noticed, and that's because i have a surprise for you guys! anyway, before we start the video..."

you started doing your usual thing, talking about one thing and anything that happened since your last video. but in the middle of your talk, the sound of a door opening was heard. your eyes focused on something behind the camera, where the door was supposedly. your eyes twinkled and your lips were pulled into a smile.

"and as you can see from the title, i want to introduce you guys to my new friend." you scoot aside, "okay, now come here, jeno."

you looked at the camera and held out a hand, "jeno's not the one i'm introducing you guys to. i think you guys know him already."

jeno came into the frame, holding a white puppy against his chest. he greeted your subscribers with a small hello and a smile, and then he raised the puppy's leg and waved it, "hi guys!"

you let them do their greetings, looking at them with such warmth in your eyes. it was obvious how much you adore the puppy, and maybe even jeno. (your subscribers definitely went out of their minds when they saw the way you look at jeno and the puppy; some of them were so sure you were looking at jeno and some others believed you were looking at the new puppy).

you caress the puppy's head, seeing as it was just quietly snuggling against jeno. you cooed when the puppy yawned. jeno smiled warmly at you as you obsessed over your new pup.

"so, mind telling them how we got this little guy?" you asked jeno as you kept giving the puppy rubs on its head.

"me? i thought you want to tell the story," jeno scrunched his eyebrows. you gave him a look that made him sigh.

"so, it was thursday- friday night? it was raining outside when i got a call from y/n. to be honest, i couldn't really hear much because of the rain. she had to practically shout so i can hear her," jeno started rubbing the little pup with his thumb. "the only thing i could hear was that she couldn't let him get rained on before she hung up on me."

"it was raining and i had to move fast, okay?" you protested.

"mhm, sure. anyway, she came home sopping wet with this little guy clutched to her chest." jeno glanced at the pup before looking at you, "and she started crying about not being able to leave him alone in the rain."

"and that's how we got this little guy!" you cut him.

"mhm, said miss emotional," he teased.

"hey, i was really sad, okay? this little guy didn't deserve to be left alone in the rain!" you protested.

jeno stared blankly at the camera, "and now i have two babies to take care of."

"hey!"

(your subscribers didn't miss how jeno said you 'came home', leading them to assume that the two of you were really living together.)

xxviii. back home for christmas

"hello everyone, welcome back to the channel! how are you guys? i hope all of you are doing well. so today we are," the camera captures you on the passenger seat of a car, "on our way back home for christmas! oh, say hi to mr. driver!"

you moved the camera to capture the guy beside you; jeno, the driver.

"hi guys. merry christmas!" he said, taking his eyes off the road to focus on the camera for a second.

"well, technically, it's a couple days before christmas. but this video would probably be out after christmas anyways, so merry christmas!" you rambled.

"anyway, i'm gonna show you guys what i got everyone for christmas. and i'll probably gonna show you what i got for christmas too! so, stay tuned!"

"woof!"

the camera panned to where your white samoyed was currently sticking his head out. "hey, gureumi!"

the white dog looked at the camera in your hands and tilted his head in confusion. he shifted his attention to your best friend instead, nudging his nose to jeno's elbow that was resting on the console, asking for rubs.

"do you see this, guys? gureumi has betrayed me!" you complained dramatically.

you lay your head on top of gureumi's and snuggle the best you can, muttering, "gureumi, do you not love me anymore? i'm so sad."

the cheeky thing he was, gureumi ignored you and snuggled his face to jeno's arm instead. you whined against his white fur, "noooo!!!"

jeno's voice came from outside the frame, "alright, alright," he rubbed gureumi's face as best as he could before addressing you, "y/n, you know he loves you more than me so please seat properly."

you boo-ed but complied nonetheless, "buzzkill," and turned to the camera again, "well, we still have some ways to go so.... see you guys in a bit!"

(your subscribers kept commenting how you and jeno must be in a serious relationship because you're taking him home for christmas; meaning you're also taking him to meet your family and spend your time together. some commented how they're seeing jeno a lot more in your videos now.)

xlii. cooking my mom's recipes for thanksgiving

"hello everyone, welcome back to the channel! how are you guys? i hope all of you are doing well. so today we are going to try and cook my favorites of my mom's thanksgiving recipes!"

the camera captured you on your kitchen. you were leaning against the counter, focused solely on the camera in front of you.

"the reason i am cooking this year is because my family's gonna be the one coming here for thanksgiving!" you clapped your hands once, "and jeno's too! so, we... have a lot of things to do hence why i am definitely gonna rope jeno into this too."

the video cuts to a view of white tile floors the next second, a pair of black shoes sits at the edge of the frame. the camera tilted, almost falling, before a hand caught it in time.

"whew, that was close!" the camera caught jeno's eyesmile as he shot his face. "i'm gonna get into so much trouble if it fell."

jeno's face couldn't be seen clearly on camera. he wore a black hat and half his face was covered by a black mask. "oh wow, i look like i'm about to do something illegal."

he flashed the camera a cute eyesmile, "which i will- am never going to do," and flipped the camera to face what he was seeing- an empty shopping cart.

"y/n will be doing most of the cooking, so i figured the least i could do is help with the groceries. let's see what we need here."

jeno managed to go through the list fairly quick. the camera shot his face again, "okay, since we are done with the list. i think i deserve to get something for me, right? some snacks won't hurt anybody."

saying the shopping cart was full was an understatement. the list you gave him was only for a few recipes as your mother and his, respectively, insisted on bringing at least one dish for the dinner. but the snacks he was piling on the cart really had nothing to do with the dinner, and it was starting to cover everything else.

oh, he was in for a scolding when he got home.

(your subscribers couldn't help but to notice how jeno also tossed in a lot of your favorite snacks, and some even caught on his quiet mumbles about how 'this is y/n's favorite!')

lix. so... we got married?

"hello everyone, welcome back to the channel! how are you guys? i hope all of you are doing well. so..." you paused and chuckled nervously, "i got married?"

you put a clapping sound effect on the video, hoping it would soothe the somewhat awkward atmosphere. you smooth out invisible crickles in your shirt, clearly nervous for what you're about to reveal on the video.

"this video is probably a bit different than my usual ones because i think you guys are probably confused by the title. this may come as a shock to all, or at least some, of you..." you smiled, "but it's true, I am married."

"okay, i think i have to apologize for the sudden news. i know you guys probably have a lot of questions about it and since i am finally settled down from all the wedding and honeymoon festives, i can finally explain it.

"a lot of you guys have been questioning if i was dating someone since a few years back. i've also seen your questions in the comments about dating a certain someone. i realised i never even cleared it up, but yes, i was dating jeno long before he started to show up on my videos. neither jeno or me ever confirmed it whenever any of you asked because, well... with so much of my life -and in extension, his also- known to the public, i like to keep our relationship private. although i know some of you were really sure we were dating," you laughed.

"so a few months ago he proposed. out of the blue, really. i really didn't expect him to propose that day. and i know," you emphasized with your hand, "that a lot of you are probably dying to know how did he propose to me."

a smile started to bloom on your face as you remember his proposal. "it wasn't a grand romantic thing, actually. it really just was another day. we just finished our date and i just got in to the car. i remember that i was particularly stressed out on the last couple of weeks before that day and jeno took me out on a date because he could see how much the stress was affecting me."

"we were just talking in the car after our date. i don't even remember what we talked about," you laughed, "i just remember talking a lot and he was just staring at me. when i asked him a question, he just blurted out THE question."

"i really thought he was out of my mind! i told him 'you are joking, right?' but he looked really serious. and then i remember panicking because i thought i said the wrong thing. but then he just repeated the question again. i think i even asked him why but i don't think he's comfortable with me sharing all of the details he said during his proposal."

your cheeks were starting to hurt from all the smiling, but the smile was still there. the door behind you opened a little bit and someone peeked in, although the gap between the door and the walls were too small for your viewers to identify the person.

"though, one thing i could guarantee: what he said was really sweet and, dare i say, romantic. i think i cried a little bit-"

"no, you were full on sobbing by then." jeno's head popped in from behind the door.

"i was not!" you gasped as you swivled to his direction.

jeno grinned and came inside the room, heading straight to you with his arms out. he cradled your face and started making baby noises, "uuu, is y/n gonna cry again just from remembering what i said?"

you punched his stomach in return, laughing lightheartedly, "shut up, doofus. i was not sobbing!"

"mhm, whatever helps you sleep at night, baby."

"hey!"

jeno flashed out his eyesmile and pecked your lips. he leaned his head against yours despite the awkward angle, with him just slightly crouching down and you sitting on your usual filming chair. he stared at the camera and mouthed, 'she definitely cried.'

you elbowed his sides and tried to shove him off you. you whined when he stayed adamant, pasted to your side.

"go away!"

jeno shook his head, messing your hair, "nooooo, you're stuck with me!"

"go away! unless," you paused to look at him, "you want to tell the whole story yourself?"

"no thanks!" jeno laughed. he gave you one last kiss on your temple before exiting the room.

you rolled your eyes at his antics, but the smile never left your face. you put your attention on your camera again and continued where you left off, letting know your viewers how your family reacted when they knew about the proposal and how jeno actually had bought a ring for you about a year prior. how he brought the ring with him every where because he didn't want you to find out yet. how you went to south korea for your two and a half week long honeymoon, and visiting jeno's family there while you're at it.

"so... yeah. i got married and i am really happy. that's all i have to say for this particular video. i'm not sure if i'm gonna upload my wedding video or not because to be completely honest, the party was fun. but super chaotic, in a good way! i may scrounge up some footage from our honeymoon and upload them one day though. one day! i'm not promising anything." you laughed, "i actually like having some things just for ourselves. but i'll ask jeno how he feels about it."

"well, that's all i have for this video. thank you so much for watching and i'll see you guys elsewhere! bye!"

(your comment section blew up with a lot of 'i kNEW it! I KNEW THEY WERE DATING!!!' and congratulatory comments. but on the brief moment jeno appeared on the video, your subscribers could see how much you love each other, but more importantly how much he loves you. they obsess over how they could practically see honey dripping from his eyes when he looked at you, how he calls you baby, how he still teases you good-naturedly like in your earlier videos, and how he seems to like clinging to your side. in a cute way.)

© 2023 springdaybreaks.

#lee jeno imagines #lee jeno scenarios #jeno imagines #nct imagines #lee jeno x reader #lee jeno x reader imagines #nct fluff #lee jeno fluff #nct dream imagines #nct dream fluff #nct dream scenarios #nct scenarios

[mintytealfox]

THE MUSIC FOR THE NIGHTMARE AND FOOL'S GOLD EVENTS AHHH

I love how its the same theme but they are still so vastly different between Nightmare and Fool's Gold:

The fact that his is called 'Ember's Rekindled' has me 👀👀👀👀👀👀

But with Nightmare, the piano is the most prominent instrument with the passionate smashing of the keys and then these hauntingly beautiful moments where it is just so melodic 😭

Then there is Fool's Gold's with STRINGS IN YOUR FACE the entire time along with BRASS and otherworldly sounds that appear here and there. LOUD, with even LOUDER BURSTS, and its all just UNRELENTING/CONSTANT, chaotic flutes and then that burst of a screeching flute, only for this SILENCE to appear at the end and resonate, that almost feels like relief its over GOSH DANG 👀

(this was just sitting there in my drafts so I just decided 'huh why not just post it whatever' lol)

#not to be biased or anything but the Fool's Gold one slaps fr fr lol #idv norton #norton campbell #identity v norton #fool's gold #idv fool's gold #identity v nightmare #idv nightmare #orpheus #idv orpheus #Youtube

[jellyluchi]

No no no please tell us more about the la squadra swim team au. Science purposes of course

This has been sitting in my drafts for literal YEARS and I wanted to post it, originally was supposed to have all the members but I lost my ideas.

La Squadra x Reader; Swim Team AU

A/N: I'm so sorry for taking this long to answer but I wanted to take my time with this ask because I really do love this AU and I was busy. Thank you to my friends for some help (since most I know of swim teams is from fuckin Free! Iwatobi Swim Club LOL) Hehe science purposes huh 😏 Sorry there's no smut in this one but I wanted to rule out the setting for the AU!

You work at your local Passione Sporting Club, a place where many a professional athletes have trained to become who they are today. And while there are various sporting facilities available, you are in charge of taking care of a specific swim team, La Squadra. The formation of the team, as you learned when you first joined, happened several years ago as seven children banded together as friends to support each other's swimming careers. And you are happy to help them on their journey. As you know, there are 4 main styles of swimming; butterfly, backstroke, breaststroke, and freestyle. Medleys usually take place in that order.

Sorbet & Gelato:

Not swimmers. They're actually coaches for the other swimmers who come to Passione Sporting Club. They've been here for 10 almost 20 years watching the rest of the group who now call themselves "La Squadra" grow athletically and professionally. They were previously in the national Italian swim team as medley racers respectively. They were most fond of relay races as they loved the team work shared between team mates when doing such a race. They only teach adult swimmers but it didn't stop them from noticing younger members of La Squadra practicing in the swimming pools. The passion they saw in some of the members let them know how far they would go. You, as the team's manager, have a good professional relationship with them. However, it doesn't stop Gelato from flirting with you sometimes, surprising you considering you know he has been with Sorbet for a long time. Even more surprising that Sorbet doesn't seem fazed and is receptive to the idea. They sometimes joke about teaching you to swim as well.

Sorbet first met Gelato when he joined the local swimming club of his childhood. They became fast friends and rivals, always trying to outrace each other. Sorbet had goals of reaching the Olympics since he was a child and with Gelato's support he made it together with him. His favorite style is the front crawl which he is most comfortable with. He's proudest win was a front crawl 100m competition where he got gold.

Gelato started swimming as a hobby. He never envisioned himself as an Olympic swimmer. But when he saw Sorbet's resolve to make it, he got inspired and made it his goal to reach the Olympics with his boyfriend. His favorite style is the breaststroke and his proudest win was the a 50m backstroke competition where he got silver since it's his weakest style.

Risotto:

When Risotto was a child living in Sicily, his cousin often went swimming in the sea with him which is where he first learned. Ever since then, he'd known what career he'd like to go to once he grows up. And so, he took a swimming scholarship to college and during his pre-teens he joined Passione Sporting Club to train for his future career. Everyone knows him as a backstroke master and you can see why when you notice his immaculate back muscles during training. While he's good at the other styles, he's much faster using the backstroke. His proudest moment was winning a national competition of 100m men's backstroke where he won gold. You know he was one of the original members of "La Squadra" the other two being Formaggio and Prosciutto when those three decided to start the club. He's the most cooperative with you when it comes to competitions. As the manager, one of your duties is to rule out social and athletic events that the members will attend and he's always receptive to the competitions you tell him will be good for his career. He's not the most communicative so you have to weed out some of thoughts and feelings on the matter. Because of your friendly nature, you two share a close bond as you help him train and often see him swim way past closing. It's a secret between you two that you cherish deeply. There have been some times where he offered you to swim with him.

Risotto favors free style swimming the most but his muscle development on his upper body has made him a good breaststroke user which makes him much faster than the front crawl

Out of all competitions, he loves swimming medley relays the most. He gathers the medley participants (usually other la squadra members) to give a motivating speech and cheers the loudest when he's not swimming with them. He may not show it, but he is highly competitive and likes being challenged in the pool.

Prosciutto:

As one of the founding members of the original team, Prosciutto regards La Squadra with lots of pride. As a child he had no passion for swimming but after joining the Passione Sporting Club with a mild interest, he was quickly swept away into practice. He realized as a child that swimming allowed him a way to focus his energy and determination. He's not one to half-ass anything and swimming was no different. Eventually, he started feeling a connection to swimming after exercising out all his stress through the activity and finding a love for the activity like no other. Members like Risotto and Formaggio were inspiring to him even if he didn't admit it verbally, he showed up to practice with the two everyday, determined to be like them. He's one of the more difficult members to get along with. At first, it seems he has almost nothing to tell you except talk about his career goals and about helping other team members (namely Pesci). But eventually, your conversations turned more casual and you got to see a side of him that is much more friendly. Sometimes, he would smile towards you from the pool and you noticed that he doesn't ever miss the opportunity to show you his gratitude as their manager. Communicating that it's a difficult job and that he's glad a person like you is able to keep track of all the members and how much he appreciates your organization. You can't lie that his words are some of the only things that makes the job worth it.

Prosciutto is the only member with no preference towards style. While he was developing his swimming skills, he decided to pay hone each style so he would not be lacking in any area. While that doesn't make him a specialist, it gives him more options in competitions.

He rather enjoys individual competitions and loves competing against the other members. Whenever Formaggio dares him for a casual friendly race, he never backs down, treating it as a real race. The other members get a kick out of him taking everything a bit too seriously.

Pesci:

Swimming is as easy to him as breathing. Growing up with a fishing family by the sea, Pesci was accustomed to swimming from an extremely early age. It was sheer passion of swimming among the fish that kept him going but it was largely a hobby. He joined Passione Sporting Club as a teen, to keep up his swimming skills during high school but quickly met Prosciutto who inspired him to no end. Prosciutto once praised his style and speed saying he could make it to the nationals if he tried, maybe even the Olympics and from that moment he decided to join La Squadra and make both himself and the team proud. He's the most amicable out of anyone else in the team and since the moment you two met you'd become easy friends. At first he was a bit shy to talk to you but he caught your eye a couple of times during swim practices and it made his heart soar just a little every time you waved with a smile. Eventually, that got him talking to you and you noticed he started being more specific about his goals and ambitions for his swimming career. You quickly picked up the potential that Prosciutto always talked about regarding Pesci, truly, he was a gifted swimmer but his hard work pays off the most.

Pesci loves the butterfly stroke above all else. It's the first stroke he learned from a family member and honed his skills until it became his strongest. It gave him the biceps that he now shows off sometimes. He's pretty agile with the stroke as well but he doesn't cower from competing in other styles.

Pesci is another member who loves team sports and gets the most excited for medley relays with his team. Prosciutto and Risotto motivate him the most before the races and he's always the first to arrive out of excitement of having the team together. But most of all, he loves to hang out together with the team to celebrate afterwards.

#la squadra x reader #prosciutto x reader #pesci x reader #sorbet x gelato #gelato x reader #sorbet x reader #prosciutto #pesci #sorbet #gelato #sid writes #hcs #answered #anonymous #fluff #risotto x reader #risotto #risotto nero

[fairytales-and-folklore]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

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1. How many works do you have on AO3? just hit 100 last month!

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 479,814

3. What fandoms do you write for? I've dabbled in quite a few over the years, but the ones I've written the most fics for are doctor who (eleven/amy) teen wolf (sterek) and the owl house (huntlow)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Error 404: Brain Cell Not Found (teen wolf | sterek) You Always Want What You're Running From (sleepy hollow | ichabbie) What To Do When Your Emotionally Constipated Werewolf Boyfriend Gets Cursed By A Witch: A Guide (teen wolf | sterek) Gold Rush (the owl house | huntlow) Lovesick (the owl house | huntlow) 5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I do! Every kind comment means so much to me, so I always take the time to respond to all of them (though I'm not always great at getting to them on time.)

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

Hmm probably The Courtesan and the Writer (doctor who | eleven/amy) I used to dabble in angst a bit more when I first started writing fic, but these days all my fics are pretty much guaranteed to have a happy ending, because real life is hard enough lol

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

Pretty much all my fics have happy endings, but one of the happiest I wrote would probably be my huntlow college AU Until You Meet Someone Who Makes The Fall Feel Like Flying

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I wouldn't call it outright hate, but I have gotten a handful of rude comments over the years (complaining that I don't post often enough, telling me my headcanons are wrong, telling me how they think my story should have ended — one time someone yelled at me in all caps because I said that a character chilled red wine lol that one was wild)

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

I do! Smut is fun. Mine is typically more focused on the emotional aspect than the physical, is usually the result of a long tension-fueled slow burn buildup, and is usually tooth-rottingly fluffy, soft, and sweet.

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

I have! Back in the days where superwholock plagued tumblr, I wrote one of the silliest cross-overs imaginable, combining doctor who, torchwood, bbc sherlock, supernatural, the avengers, and sleepy hollow: Lords, Gods, and Madmen

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yup 🙃

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes!

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

I have! But most of them never saw the light of day 😂 one that did is called An Eggcellent Morning For Cooking Lessons co-written with @ash-mcj @tails89 and @nutellarghh

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

I think my top three ships are reflected in who I've written the most fic for: huntlow, sterek, and the eleventh doctor/amy pond

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

Luckily, everything that's posted to AO3 is finished, but at this point I'm thinking I'll probably never get around to writing the little nightmares, reylo, and captain swan WIPs I've had sitting in my drafts since 2019

16. What are your writing strengths?

I've been told I capture the characters really well, which means a lot to me. I've also been told that my writing is cozy and comforting and fills people with warm fuzzy feelings, which is always nice to hear 🥰

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I will sit there and agonize over the same paragraph trying to make it sound perfect instead of just letting the writing flow, so sometimes a fic will be in the works for a very long time until it's finally ready to be posted (by which time I'm probably sick of it and never want to look at it again 😂)

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

I've dabbled in this a little bit, but it's usually been plot-relevant, like a character learning to speak the language (i.e. when Hunter tried to learn Spanish in Being Human.) When I do write in another language, I always do my best to research and try to get the translations as accurate as possible, and I always include the English translation either in the fic itself or as an author's note so readers don't have to break away from my fic to google anything. (And also so that they know what my intention was, on the off-chance I translated something wrong and accidentally wrote something offensive.) 19. First fandom you wrote for?

Does anyone remember that vampire show that came out back in like 2009? Moonlight? Yeah, that one lol

20. Favourite fic you've ever written? God, that's like asking me to pick my favorite child. Okay fine, it's Until You Meet Someone Who Makes The Fall Feel Like Flying

#tag game #writer tag #writer tag game #fan fiction

[cutetehe]

Can I please request a feminine looking male MC ? like I've seen a lot of guys who technically look prettier than most girls these days. Like long hair, big eyes , wears feminine clothes occasionally to fool everyone off but the moment they found out will be the time they're in an onsen then suddenly see MC in the SAME onsen as them, like a feminine muscular mc lol

Like this:

I LOVE THIS REQUEST, I’m sorta confused on some parts of the commission but ILL DO IT

I’m gonna split this up into two parts cause I have eight drafts not including this one I need to get my life together but I’ll make all of them long

Teenie weenie nsfw warning and a lot of talk about chests, im going to hell for this 😪

Feminine but buff male mc

Lucifer

Thought you were another asmo but more stronger - that isn’t an insult just what he thought

Honestly he’s surprised to see a strong guy like beel but have the fashion sense of asmo, he thinks it’s nice

Then he started finding you attractive

For a human that’s supposed to be small and fragile you seem to be anything but fragile and small

Whenever you wear something like a skirt he wonders, “hey would’t it be funny if he crushed me with his thighs?”

Lucifer at one point tries some of your clothes with your permission just to see how it feels

He could see why you dress feminine cause thanks to the skirt he isn’t in literal hell all the time

if you don’t get that one it mean WHY IS HE WEARING TUXEDO IN HELL??

He doesn’t dress feminine even after that though but you understood

One day Lucifer watched Mc train with Beel, mc was a little shorter than Beel and yet he was able to keep up with him

Lucifer notices how loose your shirt is

after awhile he realizes he’s been looking at your chest for five minutes, like your chest not the shirt outline

Mc noticed him looking after those five minutes and was excited to tease him after training

Beel and Mc decided to take a break and Mc walked over to Lucifer

“Did you like what you saw?” Mc says sitting on Lucifer lap

Lucifer doesn’t usually get flustered but he was caught off guard

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” Lucifer mumbled

“Hmmm? What did you say” mc leaned closer to lucifer face until they were interrupted

“Mc I got you a drink too” beel isn’t oblivious, he know what was going on but just wanted to see if mc wanted any

“Thank you Beel” mc gets up and takes the water from Beel

They go back to working out and Mc teases Lucifer every chance he got

Mc used his shirt to wipe his forehead, making sure to show off his titties chest in the process

Everyone just assumes Lucifer would be the dominant one in the relationship but they couldn’t be any further from the truth

The time you picked him up bridal style made him realize this

He just accepts that you are the dominant one

People are confused why mc has such a masculine body only for it to be “ruined” by wearing or doing feminine things and all Mc has to say is

“ok?” Mc doesn’t care what anyone thinks about his feminine tendencies and Lucifer likes that

Mammon

“Hey is she the new exchange student?” mammon loves himself a buff person

Asmo was with Mc and he was gonna say mc was a guy but mc stopped him

Mc laughs and says in his deepest voice

“Yep!” mc says producing his best deep voice

“WHAT THE” Mc and asmo had a good laugh

After that interaction mammon is scared to interact with you

He can’t lie that he does think you are attractive

He also can’t lie you make him blush every time you come near him

He also can’t lie-

yeah he isn’t intimidated by you, he just has a big crush

Mc helps mammon reach high places

Mc is basically Mammon security guard

“Mammon can i do your nails?” Mc ask suddenly

“uh..sure?” Mammon says

Mc goes to his room to grab his nail polish and comes back

“I assume you want gold?” Mc says while holding Mammon hand

“Yeah” Mammon tried to ignore the fact mc was holding mc hand

“Mammon are you really blushing just by me holding your hand?” Mc asks

“IM NOT BLUSHING YOU ARE!” Mammon yelled

Mc moves close to mammon face to see if he can make mammon break

“WHA HUH”mammon nervously yelled

Mc moves mammon hand under his shirt

“Do you wanna get a feel?” Mc asked before continuing smiling

It took awhile of stuttery mammon

In the end mammon just moved his head up and down

Mc directs mammon hand under his shirt and mammon got a feel of Mc tittes

You broke him

Mammon breaks so easily it’s funny

While mammon was broken mc took that time to paint mammon nails, and can I say they were really good

Mc gives mammon a goodbye kiss on the cheek and leaves

Leviathan

Leviathan didn’t think you’d have the same interest as him so he just ignored you

Until you walked into his room trying to find something

“Uhhh what are you doing?” Levi asks turning to face you

“Trying to find a manga that looks interesting, asmo suggested to come here instead of Satan room” Mc explained not trying to annoy levi

Levi was surprised to hear mc read manga

“You read manga?!?” Leviathan asked

“mhm” Mc felt a bond starting to form

They bond over it and Leviathan now notices the little things about you

Mc brings leviathan to his training

Mc makes levi sit on him while doing push ups

Leviathan gets so embarrassed by just that

Mc finds out leviathan plays a certain game called Genshin impact

Mc searches up the characters and sees a character that peeks his interest

Search up kaeya and you’ll know what I’m gonna write 😊

The character had a boob window and that gave mc an idea

Mc looks through Levi closet and finds cosplay of the character

Mc puts it on and it was uncomfortably tight but wanted to see levi reaction

Mc waits for leviathan to not suspect anything before walking in

“Leviiii”

Yeah-” levi went to look at you but then looks down

“WHY ARE YOU WEARING THAT” levi was blushing

“What do you not like it?” Mc says tauntingly

“I never said that…” levi says trying to stay calm

Mc pins levi to the ground and looks down onto him

“Do you like it then?” Mc asks

Levi is trying to not look at mc chest

“You can look I don’t mind” mc says before someone walked in

“LEVI-” Asmo yelled before seeing Mc on top of Leviathan

“…my bad use protection!” Asmo leaves

“USE PROTECTION???” Leviathan is embarrassed and mc loves his reaction

im debating to write angst or cracK OR MAYBE FLUFF I HAVE TI MANY IDEAS

#obey me x male mc #mammon x male mc #obey me mammon x male mc #obey me lucifer x male mc #obey me leviathan x male mc #leviathan x male mc #lucifer x male mc #obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me male mc #obey me male reader

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

OC Questions Tag

Thanks for the tag @annlillyjose!!!

Will do this for Changing States because JEREMIAH BOYS RISEEE!!

5 words to physically describe your OC (do you have a drawing? even better!)

hot, hot, hot, hot, hot (LMAO SORRY).

am I WRONG (HE'S AN ANGELLLL - okay so angelic, sleek, fashionable, warm, beautiful <3)

Who inspired your OC?

Jeremiah appeared out of nowhere & isn't inspired by anyone! I was in Maryland when I created him during a writing sprint. He wasn't supposed to be a major character but the chemistry between him and Harrison took me by surprise that I had to keep going. I'll paste the first note I have of JJ under the cut (and the scene it turned into for those wondering about my drafting process).

Give me a song to define your OC

Changing States playlist HERE but one of the most important driving songs rn is Faith by George Michael because "oh but I need some time off from that emotion time to pick my heart up off the floor oh when that love comes down without devotion well it takes a strong man baby but I'm showing you the door cuz I gotta have faith" (waiting & the concept of faith are soooo important to CS!).

If I met your OC on the street how would they greet me?

Jeremiah is the WARMEST greeter in the world. He would def go for a hug after asking (UNLESS he knew you don't like hugs--like me!).

Can your OC be your best friend? Why?

YES PLEASEEEEEE my heart feels warm every time I think of him! <3 really generous, attentive but not clingy, deeply empathetic.

1 adjective and 1 noun to describe your OC

Gracious, gold. <3

Tagging @dallonwrites, @subtlefires & @encrucijada if u want (and an open tag!!!)

OKAY RACHEL FUN DRAFTING INSIGHTS BELOW!!

So a big part of the Moth Work drafting process occurred on my PHONE!!! As a teenager I didn't always have my computer on me lol (me in my 20s with my emotional support laptop lmao), so I wrote a lot of "scene skeletons" in the notes app. I actually envyyyy this process looking back because I RARELY think when I write now <3

But here's the very first Jeremiah note, though I did actually create him DURING the writing sprint (lol I love my brain):

At the motel Harrison becomes interested in Jeremiah. On their first night him and Lonan fall asleep only for Lonan to be missing along with the car the next morning. Harrison, distressed, is noticed by Jeremiah who is finished with his night shift. He realizes he’s distressed and asks if he’s okay. Do you need a ride somewhere? He asks Harrison. Harrison nods. They go to the Chinese restaurant and get the egg rolls. Harrison learns Jeremiah is a part time student at the university. He’s charming and wears a bracelet and has scribbly tattoos on his forearm. Harrison goes back to his apartment after breakfast and he fixes him a drink. Jeremiah puts on disco music and dances and Harrison is entranced by the way he moves. Harrison takes off his jacket and slings it on the back of the bar chair. You live here alone? My roommate is backpacking in Vietnam. He passes him his drink. How long have you worked at the hotel? Since I moved here. It pays the bills. Dance with me? Jeremiah asks. Harrison gets up and they move together, limber limbs. The music moves through his throat and the drink is good. He’s successfully enchanted by this boy.

The above note became three separate scenes, most of which is the penultimate scene in chapter 5 (Dead Disco).

"On their first night him and Lonan fall asleep only for Lonan to be missing along with the car the next morning.

The next morning when the light filters through the cheap lace curtains and the hum of the freeway harmonizes with the birds, Harrison wakes up to find Lonan gone. At first, he doesn’t panic—it’s easy to list solutions for his absence. It’s easy to check the bathroom and excuse the miniature bottle of shampoos sitting in place like pieces on a game board, the towels still folded, as Lonan being extra methodical. It’s easy to head outside to check if he’s on the porch with a box of cigarettes, and easy to excuse the empty space as a walk gone on too long. It’s easy to head to the lobby to check for a dining area only to realize there isn’t one. What isn’t easy is finding an answer for the missing car when he checks the lot ten minutes later.

early chapters MW lonan irritates me sm we should all kill him <3

2. "He realizes he’s distressed and asks if he’s okay. Do you need a ride somewhere? He asks Harrison. Harrison nods. They go to the Chinese restaurant and get the egg rolls."

Harrison continues fiddling with his zipper. He retraces the night previous, from check-in, to losing the car, to finding Lonan with the cigarettes, every word a curse, how of course he took the keys, how of course Harrison was too angry last night to notice. The sunlight scabs the ceiling of Greta, the parking space the car once idled in now empty. So many directions to turn—out of the front lot, the back, left on the main road, or right. Harrison looks back at Jeremiah who’s still fluffing his hair with the pick. “Is there a place close by where I can grab something to eat? Or at least a coffee?” he asks. Jeremiah leans back to grab another stack of those familiar coupons. He sets them down on the desk and says, “I think you know my stance on these egg rolls. I’ll take you.”

And the rest of the note (in JJ's apartment):

Disco isn’t dead. It’s all an illusion. This is what Jeremiah says when Harrison asks why he has a disco ball hanging from his popcorn ceiling. His apartment is small and decorated like it’s Paris in the 70s, broad windows, a dozen mason jars of propagated ivy. Harrison sits on a barstool at the counter. His head has stopped pounding because Jeremiah gave him Ibuprofen and a vat of hard candies to suck on. He currently mixes him a cocktail behind his kitchen island and it’s blue like Lonan’s eyes so Harrison drinks it without looking.    Harrison knows he shouldn’t drink around a stranger, but Jeremiah’s got a handmade bracelet and scribbly tattoos on his forearm so it’s hard not to trust him. Photo prints of hostels in Japan, statues in Europe, cathedrals in Paraguay decorate the walls in perfectly cut rectangles. Each is plumed with a dried flower and it reminds Harrison so much of Emily, he looks away, back to the Lonan-coloured drink. He studies the shot glass like it isn’t transparent, the grooves around the perimeter, the engraving that reads Cancun 1987. He loses Jeremiah’s absent swish around him and gets lost in the blue. The trifecta amazes him, how a colour as unnatural as this has manifested in Lonan’s eyes, his earring, this drink. He tips the glass back and finishes it in one go, and even though it’s strong of artificial blueberries, his mouth is tasteless. “You live here alone?” Harrison asks. The apartment overlooks the strip across the street and Harrison gets lost in it, the artificial signs like bad advertising, the neons ill, an influenza. When he looks toward Jeremiah again, his glass is refilled, and he can’t remember if he emptied it in the first place. “My roommate’s backpacking in Vietnam.” Jeremiah’s earring pings off the disco ball, and it creates a constellation on the ceiling. It could be Orion; it could be the Ursa Major. “You like the drink?” Harrison doesn’t want to say he tastes nothing, that he sees nothing but Lonan at the bottom of the glass at full retina, that he hardly understands the concept of blue. He is so numb when he stands that his feet meeting the hardwood feels like floating. Harrison slings his jacket off his shoulders and throws it over the barstool. Words enter and exit his mouth like gunfire, and he hears his heartbeat like the organ has moved to his eardrums. Jeremiah doesn’t comment when he twitches the nob on the radio, pooling through the channels. He doesn’t comment when Harrison lands on a throwback station brimming with the 80s, takes him by the palm and leads him under the disco ball. Jeremiah is intuitive and easy on the eyes, and this isn’t as difficult as Harrison thought it would be—he blinks Lonan away and keeps blinking.

#changing states

[thebreakfastgenie]

science blues and civilian affairs both intrigue me!

science blues

I included Science Blues to try to shame myself into finishing it because I wrote like 90% of it on vacation like... five or six years ago and then I got busy and just never wrote the ending. It's about Kirk getting wasted at a gay bar on shore leave because he's pining over Spock, and then getting arrested for public urination (I knew he was getting arrested and I was like okay it happens while he's looking for a bathroom and went with the simplest crime) and Spock and Bones have to locate him and bail him out.

FEATURES: an alien drag show Kirk is not really paying attention to, Starfleet themed signature cocktails, and a flirty bartender OC I adore. I actually put so much thought into this Earth-themed space gay bar. It's called the A&H for Alexander and Hephastion who Gene Roddenberry literally compared Kirk and Spock to. Snippets:

“So tell me, Tiberius,” he said conversationally. “Who is he?” Jim sputtered; nearly choked on his drink. “Who?” he asked, unconvincingly.  “Whoever’s stolen your heart.” “What makes you think…” Jim began, knowing he was fooling no one.  “Good-looking guy like you, sitting all by yourself all night?” Carmel laughed. “Guys like that are always lonely or lovesick. And you’re a little too good-looking to be lonely.” Jim sighed. It was the mark of a good captain to know when to concede defeat. He took a sip of his drink.  “So who is he?” Jim dodged the question with a larger than average swig of his Command Gold. “Oh, honey,” Carmel looked as if a distressing possibility were just occurring to him. “Is he straight?” Jim snorted before he could stop himself.  “Not straight, then,” Carmel mused. “Is he taken?” Jim turned his glass in one hand, watching the contents dance in a golden whirlpool.  “Single, then,” Carmel mused. “You’re going to make me guess, aren’t you? That’s alright, it’s so much more fun this way.” Jim declined to respond.  “A professional issue, maybe.” Carmel narrowed his eyes. “That’s it, isn’t it? He’s a fellow officer. Or… your captain?” Jim drained the rest of his drink.  “Got anything in science blue?” 

“You-- Is he-- Oh my god,” he finally managed, “You’re trying to do a Vulcan.” Jim choked on his drink.  “I am not,” he protested, coughing blue liquid onto his shirt, “trying to do a Vulcan. I’m…” he sighed heavily. “I’m trying to get a Vulcan to take long walks on the beach and tell me about himself and hold my hand and…” “You’re trying to date a Vulcan,” Carmel corrected.  “Have you ever dated a Vulcan?” Jim asked.  “Not, personally, no. I’ve heard a few stories, from friends-of-friends, but never any details. Vulcans really don’t like to kiss and tell.”

civilian affairs

lol so I posted the full "draft" of civilian affairs on here... in The Chosen People, Frank talks to a major from civilian affairs on the phone and they get along really well and then the major 100% definitely thinks Frank is hitting on him and 100% definitely is interested. like that's literally just what the joke is and I wonder if it went over some heads back in the day. anyway I was like what if he did call him again though. and I got a burst of inspiration very late one night and wrote the part that's been posted here. I love it but I have not been in the right state of mind to continue it.

Frank is going to meet the civilian affairs major in Tokyo for a drink that is definitely a date/hookup but Frank is in several layers of denial about it right up to the point that clothes start coming off. I'm not sure exactly how far it gets but I have a vague idea. I don't know quite how explicit it will be, because the point is Frank's various mental hoops, not porn, but probably more explicit than any fic I've posted before. I think it's going to end with Frank coming back to camp and Hawkeye being like "...why are you happy?" basically Frank be fighting demons and all the time the demons be bisexuality. Frank's voice is so fun to write.

#ty <333

[rosenongrata]

A Year in Time — Chapter I: January

⋯☆ Summary: A chapter for every month in the year featuring Zhongli x my dearly beloved OC (Hauteclaire).

⋯☆ A/N: I know I should be working on my other 2 longfics, but this came to my mind and I just. couldn't help myself. at all. LMAO

enjoy!

Prompts from HERE

Prompts used for January: 💖 New Year's Kiss 💖 Resolutions 💖 Midnight 💖 Drinks 💖 Games

⋯☆ AO3 Link.

⋯☆ W.C: ~700

⋯☆ CW: Alcohol consumption, drunkenness but it's all very wholesome, fluff, some...minor flirting ig. lol.

"Soooo," A woman with a head of thick brown hair slurs, "Any new year's resolutions, Lili?" Her pale golden hues stare down into her cup of amber liquid, its peachy taste still sweet on her tongue.

Her legs are thrown over the open window, ankles propped on the wooden sill as a spine-chilling draft wafts over the pair. Neither seems to mind all that much, though. The excessive alcohol in their systems keeps them warm and cozy even through this cold as-stone wintry night.

Even the popping fireworks that crackle at midnight share a semblance of its warmth with the couple. The colorful lights flash across the antique game board and glow along the rims of the white porcelain cups.

The man sitting across from her—hair as dark as her own, but its tips dipped in gold—hums in thought. His mouth opens to confess his only resolution, but instead of being truthful, he says,

"No plans as of yet." He slurs lightly; the alcohol begins to bite him in the rear as well. "…And you, dear Claire? What are your plans, hmm?" He throws the question back at the sharply-dressed woman, his eyes darting up from the game of Xiangqi to latch onto her own gaze.

"Ha! As if I would commit to something like that!" She scoffs with a roll of her eyes, her gaze breaking away from him to stare out the window, watching the grandiose dance of colors in the dark sky. "I think many, many people on the street would say, 'Why don't you make a resolution to be kinder?' But, enough is never enough for humans…" She lets out a long, pained sigh.

"You sound quite bothered by the gossip." He shrugs, hardly bothered by her embittered attitude toward others. With that final word of his, he makes a move on the Xiangqi board, "Your turn." He informs quietly.

"I am not bothered by it." She throws an unfocused glare his way, but all he gives back is an innocent glance. "Don't give me those big dumb doe eyes of yours… You'll make me feel bad." She laughs, shaking her head as she uses her unoccupied hand to move her piece along the board.

If he were any soberer right now, he'd scrutinize and criticize her poor moves on the game board. But, now that he's utterly inebriated, he couldn't care less. We all make mistakes, after all; he concludes (in the drowning depths of his tiny bit of remaining sobriety.)

"Therefore… I should do it more often?" He smirks at her, taking the final sip of his wine.

"No. Bad. Naughty Zhongli!" She snerks before downing the rest of her own cup.

"I will take that in stride, dear Claire." He chuckles as he glances down at the board to contemplate his next move.

Before he can even pick up his piece, she grabs his pearly white tie—tugging him over the board by only a little bit. His eyes shoot straight up to stare at her, a dumbfounded expression painting his fair features. His eyes wide, lips barely parting as a silent gasp leaves his lungs.

"Zhongli…" Her eyes grow hazy, her lids coating half of her gaze. Yet, it's not enough to deter her from staring at his thin yet unchapped lips.

"Hauteclaire…?" He echoes, anticipating her next move amidst his drunken daze.

Leaning in, she plants a faint rusty red kiss on the side of his mouth—immediately causing the pink tint on his cheeks to grow red. And by the time he registers what just occurred, she's already halfway out the door.

"C-Claire..?!" He spins around to watch her with a face that looks like he just got struck by lightning.

"Goodnight, Zhongli, take care. And, uh…thanks for the drinks." She smiles lopsidedly at him, her body threatening to collapse as she shuts the door in a hurry.

"Wait—!" He sighs, only managing to stand up the moment she slams the door hastily, "Ah, there she goes…" He sighs.

He touches the spot where she kissed him, his heart overcome with a fuzzy warmth—akin to a kitten resting on his lap. Pulling his hand down from his mouth, his eyes lock onto the faint reddish stain on the tip of his black gloves.

And he can only hope he doesn't forget this night when the morrow rises.

#zhongli x oc #zhongli x original character #zhongli/oc #zhongli/original character #original character #mine #oc #ship: zhongclaire #fic: a year in time #genshin impact #genshin oc

[eponymousfics]

Just some personal anecdotal rambling while I take a break from cleaning about homesickness and writing:

(Under a cut bc it’s basically a personal essay lol)

I started writing Alola Again back in late 2021 (I think?) because the pandemic meant that my yearly visits back home had been on hold, and the yearning to go home was even stronger because of the general fear and anxiety of the whole situation.

I mean, it actually started because I decided to finally 100% my Alola ‘dex, since I’d sunk 1000+ hours into Animal Crossing: New Horizons at that point and needed a different game. Then Guzma suddenly hit a blorbo sweet spot in my head that had previously not existed (or had been entirely occupied by Nanu. I am a ‘cynical old man with a heart of gold he does his best to hide’ enjoyer).

I haven’t done a full reread of AA since fully uploading it, but I’ve gone back to some of the earlier chapters and listened back to a lot of my writing process voice memos, where I rambled to myself for collective hours trying to hash out plot details or pacing and character development etc.

I think looking back on it, I can safely say that fic would not have happened without the pandemic. That type of deep, concentrated homesickness that was the root and driving force behind its inception and execution was uniquely a result of quarantine isolation and the fact that I knew it wasn’t safe to travel home, and possibly wouldn’t be for a long time.

I already kind of knew this, because I wound up with the chance to go home in spring of 2022, when I had almost finished the fic but had a few more chapters left of the final draft to work out.

The INSTANT I was home, the tensed up spring of energy and need that had been pushing me along to make NaNoWriMo numbers every month for six months just…evaporated. And it was hard picking the fic back up again afterward. I couldn’t work on it much at all while I was home, which you’d think would be the opposite, since I could do ‘on location’ research, so to speak.

But AA is honestly so much more of the romanticized and idealized memory of my childhood and what I wish it could have been (much in the same way Alola itself is a very clean and idealized version of Hawaii, honestly almost pure tourist vision. Backed by real elements and actual research in places, yes, but also so carefully not mentioning/keeping out of frame the colonization and genocide of native culture while still presenting the polished version of the current state, which is entirely the result of those historical atrocities. Which, I can see why and how that happened, but I still have complicated mixed feelings over it and how much I enjoy the game despite that, and frankly in some ways because of it) that it became almost impossible to hold onto the dream that it was when sitting squarely in the middle of the reality it was based on.

As messy as things got because narratives need conflict, Mahina’s homecoming to Alola was everything I desperately wished my own could be. It’s simpler and easier because I have control over every element of it. All the emotional conflict happens on my terms because I’m the writer, I get to choose which emotional complications I want to examine and which I want to quietly pretend don’t exist.

And I get to see them all resolved, and have love and joy and humor thrown in to make it all palatable and worth it. It is baked with my baggage, it’s possibly more revealing than I should let anything put on the Internet be.

But I think a lot of fanfic is like that, and while there are a lotttt of technical flaws that I see now even just skimming over it in passing, the core of the story and the characters, the core of what it became, is still something I’m proud of.

And the fact that it’s finished, of course. Whatever else, it’s the first piece of long form writing that I’ve stuck to through multiple drafts to bring to completion. Is it perfect? No. Is it popular? No. Is it finished? Yes, and that’s important. For me, anyway.

Anyway, I’ve just had a lot of this on my mind because I’m home again, and slowly warming up to the idea of finally getting started on a sequel, which was always in the drafts but I needed space from it to even consider making a start. And because that deep down, bottom-of-the-soul homesickness is no longer gnawing at my every fiber. Whatever fuels the sequel, it won’t be that. I’ll have to attach a new anxiety onto it, I guess.

I think it did help me understand how to make these visits back home, though. Every time before had been fraught with tension between family members and an unnamed dissatisfaction because the reality of home couldn’t live up to the idealized yearning in my heart, but this trip…it’s been much easier.

I think the impromptu nature of it is helping. Originally, I wasn’t supposed to be here for three more weeks, but Circumstances(tm) dictated otherwise and I last-minute moved up my flight. Maybe I just didn’t have time to build up unrealistic expectations for it. Maybe I was just so depressed that the change of scenery has boosted me enough so I can just chill.

I don’t know what it is, probably a combination. But considering how I use fic as a big bandaid solution to not being able to afford therapy, well, I’ll probably wind up exploring it more in future writing. Whether that’ll be in the sequel to Alola Again or something else, we’ll see.

#epon rambles #eponbehindthescenes #alola again #sorry for the deeply personal philosophizing but this IS a blog so not sorry lol

[true-blue-sonic]

Heiii, I wanted to give you some numbers for the fanfic ask. :3

9, 24 and 64!

Nyelloooooo :3 Thank you!🍀

9. in an ideal world where you’re already super successful and published, would you want to see a tv or movie adaptation of your work? why or why not?

Hmm, that's an interesting question... I only have written fanfics so far, so there's no original fiction of mine that can be adapted to a new medium, basically. It's also not something I've ever thought about before; I'd love to see the characters I like represented more in any medium (because Silv and Es don't show up often, and don't even get me started on poor Gold😩😂) and especially in a way I envision them myself, but in adaptations characters and stories can definitely get mauled in the worst of ways also👀👀 I think I would like it with an original story if I as writer was heavily consulted in the process, to ensure all the important things are in the adaptation! And I would love to work on official Sonic media one day, even if my degree and expertise don't really align with it (or rather at all lol). But who knows! ^-^

24. on average, how much writing do you get done in a day?

It very much depends on my mood; sometimes that count is a very big zero, but I can also sit down and write 2k words in one sitting, and perhaps even more in snippets for different stories. Those are days I definitely like myself, because I feel very accomplished when writing so much! And in hours I can spend even longer, when I am brainstorming and planning everything out. I think on average, writing about 1k words of unedited first draft-material is my go-to, and after that it gets increased a lot in multiple sessions. It doesn't happen very often that I don't brainstorm or write anything, at least!

64. what is your favourite title for a fic you’ve read? 

I think that is Skyfire, for a fic about Sonic, Tails and Knuckles celebrating an echidna holiday on Angel Island!

#Skyfire was a really nice fic :D #it's been ages since I read it though #blue's writing #thanks for the question! ^-^

[callthedarknessdown]

Me watching my period dramas and falling in love with fictional men and realizing that irl men will never measure up to these standards of romance and I'm only setting myself up for disappointment and a future of loneliness

#LOL WHY WAS THIS GOLD SITTING IN MY DRAFTS #jane eyre #pride and prejudice #sanditon #north and south

[kojiandrew]

Henry Golding and Andrew Koji hugging (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Snake Eyes: G.I. Joe Origins Behind the Scenes

#andrew koji #henry golding #snake eyes #storm shadow #tomisaburo arashikage #tommy arashikage #snake eyes movie #snake eyes: g.i. joe origins #don't know why this is still sitting in my drafts lol #but here ya go #squeal with me 'cause look at them #look at andrew's face when he goes to accept henry's hug ;__; #my heart #i need more interactions of them two #otp #i wish this hug clip was a little longer #and that the quality of this was better #stormshadowgifs #andrewkojigifs #akojiedit #andrewkojiedit

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

the nature of wisdom doesn’t favor the eternal (Yae Miko x Reader)

tags: alt title: how to be a heartbreaaaaker, gn!reader, pre!2.5 but made with miko’s known lore, manifesting c2 miko, this has been in my draft for a while just sitting here collecting dust but i figured why not post

a/n: i know i don’t write for unreleased characters but i just really wanted to make something based on the known info on miko. self promo but if you haven’t already, check out my genshin blog’s yae miko lore post uwu. when miko’s out i might expand upon this in another fic. (also if you didn’t know, the shimenawa flower is a type of mizuhiki called ume musubi. it’s a hard to untie so it’s a popular charm for couples to protect their relationship or even as wedding decoration.)

will i ever make a second part or a full fic based on this? idk. lol tell me your reactions and reblogs appreciated.

“Why is this being so difficult?!” With a noise of frustration, you tossed your craft-in-progress at the basket.

“It isn’t being difficult,” Miko smiled impishly as you pursed your lips with sour exasperation. “you’re just working against the cords.” Just as she said that, the guuji placed her newly finished ume musubi flower next to her growing collection of finished mizuhiki charms. All varied in sizes ー in varying shades of red, white, gold, and silver ー but all were irrefutably perfect. 

Meanwhile, you were still working on your first. “Easy for you to say, you’re a master at this by now.” You sighed loudly but you picked up your attempt to make a flower out of the three cords you were given to work with. You were excited initially when Miko asked if you wanted to help her make the flower-shaped charms they sold at the Grand Narukami Shrine alongside their omamori.

You weren’t a shrine maiden, you weren’t even Inazuman. You were just a student from the Academia who came to do field research on the way Electro affected the country’s flora. Then not even a week later, much to your poor luck, the Raiden Shogun declared her Sakoku Decree and you were forced to remain in Inazuma well past the date you were expected to return with your research.

There were some small consolations to start. 

You weren’t stuck in Ritou, which you undoubtedly would have been if you’d left a week later like your mother insisted because your cousin was having a birthday party soon. 

Even if some of the Shogunate samurai were a pain, that Kujou Sara lady mostly kept them in line.

The flora was just as spectacular as you’d imagined, what with the storm-sensing naku weed and the perpetually floating sakura petals.

The biggest plus, however, was when you finally made your way to the Grand Narukami Shrine to see the Sacred Sakura. The largest shrine in all Inazuma, the books back home said, and the domain of Yae Miko.

“When I was younger, I couldn’t stand making these things. I always messed up making the initial shape.” Despite recounting her frustrations, Miko’s violet eyes were warm and her smile was fond but distant. You watched as she carefully pulled each cord one strand at a time. “Then on the occasions I’d get past that step, I’d always make them too tight or too lose. My aunt, Lady Saiguu, laughed at me once and I got so mad I had a tantrum and left the shrine.”

That made you snort. You tried to imagine it, a small Miko huffing and puffing about being unable to make a charm. “It’s hard to picture you being that immature. Or young.” You were sure the whole of the shrine would agree if they heard Miko’s story.

“I wasn’t immature, I was lively.” Miko replied petulantly but her amused expression told you it was in good fun. “She was so mad when she found me.” Miko continued on as if she weren’t interrupted by your commentary. “She said Mount Yougou was no place for a young kit to storm around angrily. No, she said if I was going to be a brat then I’d have to do it in the safety of the shrine.”

“Your aunt sounds like she was hilarious.” Was it just her personality or was it her nature as a kitsune? Maybe it was a mixture of both.

“Yes, she was.” A silence fell between the both of you as Miko finished yet another charm, cutting off the access cords, gluing the tips, and pinning them in place to dry before setting it down.

Your stomach lurched awkwardly. “For what it’s worth,” you began quietly. Comforting others was not your strong suit. “I think she’d be happy to see you took after her sense of humor.”

Miko smiled at your words. “Of course she would, I’m her darling niece.” As arrogant as the sentence was, her tone was warm and appreciative. “Eventually, I got better at it. She said the only way was practice instead of crying about it.” Clearly, you kept your bemused thought to yourself. Miko’s fingers were very nimble in her work. “She also said that the better I got at weaving the cords, my wishes would be woven into them and become eternal. Maybe that will make it a bit easier for you if you think of it that way.”

Weaving my wishes into the cords... You thought of your room back in the Academia dormitories. With that philosophy, if this was a thing back home it would be a ritual to pass your classes. You were sure this wasn’t the sort of wishes the shrine maiden’s aunt meant, however. This is a charm for couples, after all. I’m as single as it gets.

Living in the land of Eternity was an experience. You thought of a debate your class had once about the various ideals of the Seven.

Barbatos was so free that he left his nation to be at the mercy at whatever harsh wings. Murata’s ideal of war wasn’t preferable for many reasons. Morax’s contracts notion was understandable.

But the Raiden Shogun’s eternity? There was a lot of contempt from the professors. Wisdom doesn’t favor the eternal, they said. They were completely incompatible ideals. Eternity leads to Stagnancy leads to Complacency and Complacency leads to Death. If we were just twiddling our thumbs in Eternity, how would the races of Teyvat prosper? Wisdom is realizing the mistakes of the past and using that to better the future. 

Barbatos’ freedom is reckless abandon. What good are contracts and justice to the opinions and constantly wavering hearts of man? War has done nothing but cause anguish and eternity will be the death of all.

This is why our Lesser Lord Kusanali’s Wisdom is the best way for a nation to strive forward. She doesn’t want man to be ignorant babes dwaddling about senselessly. It’s beautiful, Wisdom is beautiful.

You couldn’t deny that you weren’t somewhat in agreement with that sentiment 

Complacency isn’t good. That you could agree with. You weren’t sure how Inazuma would last under it’s ideal, at least, not the way the Electro Archon went about things. The best way for the Teyvat to thrive was through knowledge, even if there was a lot of hiccups in the road at times because of it. But you’d come around since your arrival to Inazuma.

The ethereal blossoms of the Chinju Forest.

The comforting feeling of walking barefoot across the beach, kicking up sand and water as you made your way to Amakane Island.

The fleeting fireworks in summer that rocked the sky for merely a few heartbeats but remained clearly in your memory even now.

It isn’t good, but... You glanced at the woman finishing yet another ume musubi beside you. Eternity is beautiful too, in its own way.

Shakily you continued with your crafting before finally ー finally ー you finished. A small, two-cord, ume musubi that was white and pink. To think it took this long just to make something like this. “.... well at least it this was supposed to be my practice musubi.” It was far too lumpy to be sold for anything now.

Miko shook her head, “I think it looks rather nice.” 

You glanced at her numerous successful works. There was nothing remotely nice about the one you crafted. It looked like it had been in a fight more than a popular charm for couples hoping for their relationship to be long lasting. “I’ll just toss it and practice more at home.”

Miko shot you a playful look, practically snatching your charm away from you. “Throwing it away is absolutely forbidden.”

“Not if I’m the one who made it.” You replied holding your hand out expectantly. 

Rather than returning your mizuhiki, Miko simply placed one of her own in your palm. It was quite larger, nearly the size of your palm, five cords of red and white. Curious, you raised an eyebrow. “Ume musubi exchange.” Miko made it sound like it was obvious. “You take mine and I take yours and we both can be happy with what we think is fine work.”

Somehow you knew she wouldn’t be satisfied with any other decision. But it’s nice that she wants to keep it even if it totally sucks. “If it makes you that happy.”

A warm breeze blew and like a gentle storm, the cherry blossoms scattered in the wind. You always thought that the paintings you’d see of such things back home in books were exaggerated. Now you knew first hand that it wasn’t, there almost wasn’t enough sakura blooms whirling about. Against your wishes, you couldn’t help but spare a glance at your companion.

The sight of snowing sakura paled in comparison to the sight of sakura petals latching to pink hair and kitsune eyes smiling fondly at the scene around them. 

Spring is constantly blooming in Inazuma. You thought when you noticed a pair of eyes staring back at you.

You half expected Miko to tease you. ‘Oh? Sneaking a glance at the lovely Yae Miko? How scandalous!’ Instead, much to your surprise, Miko’s violet eyes sparkled and she held your gaze for a moment before winking and holding up your sorry excuse for a drying ume musubi near her open eye. “This is quite nice, it matches the falling sakura perfectly.”

Whether she was flattering you to soothe your bruised ego or the compliment was genuine, you weren’t sure. You decided to accept her comment as the latter. “This was fun, Miss Yae.” You said after a moment, thumb caressing your ‘reward’ gently.

“Miko.” The pink-haired woman corrected looking satisfied with herself. “It was, I enjoy your company. Next time I’ll pick something a bit easier to make until you feel more comfortable with this.” She looked at you expectantly and you almost would’ve pegged it for her usual smug air, but you thought you saw a freckle of hope in her eyes. Or maybe it was wishful thinking.

“I’ll make sure to clear my schedule, Miss-”

“Miko.” The shrine maiden looked unphased as she corrected your word choice once again. Now her expression was undeniably expectant.

Coming from Sumeru to Inazuma, it had been quite the abrupt change having to refer to everyone by their surnames unless otherwise given permission. Or until a level of closeness had been acquired where one party felt okay with being on a first name basis. It had become nearly habit at this point after so long of being here. 

Finally you relented, “Miko.” Your eyes stared back at electro purple colored eyes for a moment before you looked back at your gifted flower charm. “I’ll make sure to clear my schedule, Miko.”

Miko nodded, mostly to herself, pleased. She appraised your mizuhiki charm once more. “It really is nice for a first try. But,” at that moment, her usual look of mischief returned to her face. “you would have given yourself an easier time if you softened the cords a bit before you started shaping them and kept your fingers a third apart.”

You felt your eye twitch once before you erupted. “Why didn’t you tell me beforehand?!”

Miko’s grin was devilish, laughing at your look of betrayal. “I thought it was cute looking at you try so earnestly.”

“Ugh!” How you didn’t immediately squish your ume musubi, you weren’t sure. “I’m going before it gets dark!” You stormed off.

“Come visit soon!” Miko called after you airily with a giggle.

Later on, with your mizuhiki claimed and your annoyance subsided, you realized exactly what the kitsune woman. Stubbornly, you ignored the warm feeling settling in your chest as you looked over the ume musubi you were given. It really was a perfect charm for a botanist. A botanist who would be leaving for the Academia once the Sakoku Decree was lifted.

There was plenty of talk about it now that the Vision Hunt Decree was dispelled. It could be announced any day now and you’d have to put Inazuma behind you.

I have a lot to catch up on. And I still need to go to Watatsumi to begin gathering field notes on the plant life. Kaushik had sent you a letter weeks ago informing you it would be safe for you to join him and Anisa there for field research. Even Alrani somehow managed to get there. There was only so much time before you’d have to go home. School aside, your family and friends missed you terribly.

Yet despite the urgency, instead of hauling ass to Watatsumi Island, you kept making your way to Grand Narukami Shrine with varying excuses. You still had more you wanted to understand about the thunder sakura and they all lead back to the Sacred Sakura. You wanted an omamori for success that your thesis wouldn’t be rejected when you submitted it. 

Miko wasn’t available to see every time but when she was, that in itself felt like an award in your own right. When you’d catch eye and for the briefest moment, her air as the head shrine maiden dropped, and she briefly showed the playful woman she could be before going back to guuji mode.

Kusanali forbid it if you both met at the publishing house and found yourself talking about the latest books she was considering publishing. How she wanted your second opinion on them and she invited you to stop by the shrine once you were done.

You noticed the faint scent drifting from your charm and, with a sniff, recognized the soft smell of sakura. The smell made you sick with self-contempt with how you kept putting off advancing your career and studies over some puppy dog crush. I’m leaving for Watatsumi first thing in the morning. You set the charm aside and began packing your things.

But it would be mean to just leave without saying goodbye. You suspired knowing yourself too well. But this was it, your final trip scaling Mount Yougou. You placed Miko’s gift atop your clothes gently, but far enough that you couldn’t see it easily when you opened your bag. 

Eternity isn’t the nature of Sumeru. We’re constantly changing with everything we learn. You reminded yourself, knowing this was for the best regardless of whatever hung between you both and the beauty you managed to find in the slow moving tranquility of the country.

Wisdom comes first, the sages always emphasized. Wisdom above all else or how will you managed to be even a tenth as good a student as our greatest alumni?

Don’t make my mistakes, your mother urged when you left for Inazuma. It had constantly been brought up at family gatherings when people believed you weren’t listening how your mother had squandered everything away in Fontaine after marrying your father instead of finishing her course before their relationship soured and she took you back to her hometown. Whatever might come up, don’t let it become a distraction. You have so much potential. Other things can come later.

If this is what Inazuma did to me, imagine if I took Sayid’s advice and went to Mondstadt. You joked bitterly before you drifted to sleep, dreaming of electro-charged sakura petals and fox tails. 

It was a relief when, the next morning, Miko was too busy to entertain guests. You simply asked that the shrine maiden Miyuki pass your farewells on to the guuji when she was able to instead.

The guilt would pass eventually and eternity would continue on undisturbed. Wisdom will do the same.

#saiguu *handshake emoji* ei *handshake emoji* reader: leaving miko behind #look she's writing #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #yae miko x reader #miko yae x reader #black writers of tumblr #when you started with the intention of making fluff but you make angst instead #when you share childhood memories with bae and they leave lol

[onlyswan]

love rush | jjk

→ pairing: jungkook x f!reader

→ genre: fluff, smut

→ warnings: unprotected sex (plz wrap it up cmon), they fuck against the wall, soft!dom jk ? hairpulling, spitting . . . also if you hate cats ?

→ word count: 2.3k

↳ gold rush | love rush | sugar rush | adrenaline rush | zest rush

can be stand alone but to understand their relationship more read gold rush first <3

summary: jungkook will do anything to keep you safe and happy. also, he’s a needy fucker.

note: i jus looove this couple sm and ideas have been ~forming~ in my head for the past few days. felt like writing some fluff for them,,, for now LOL another part is sitting in my drafts looks around

~*~

jungkook’s pouts go unnoticed by you as an avengers movie plays in the television. suffice to say, you aren’t really paying attention. last night, you found a really adorable game while scrolling through indie games in the app store. those are the kind of games you like, really. they’re fairly easy, has simple yet pleasing graphics, and didn’t involve cursing out other people through a microphone like your boyfriend does during his free time. you get why people enjoy that though, having gone through a phase as well years ago. but these days you just want peace and quiet. with your town of little, needy cats.

you claimed to be feeling under the weather yesterday. fatigue was eating away at your bones and you could really use a back massage and some hot chocolate. and so, he went over to stay for the rest of week wanting to tend to you. the first time he stayed over at your place, you made it clear that you will never cook and slave away at the kitchen for a man, to which he countered with an ‘are you sure you’re not just using that to cover for your poor cooking skills?’ but there was no skills to be covered as you never took the liberty to learn anyway. you don’t like cleaning very much, but the satisfaction with how your place looked after makes up for it. therefore, you don’t have any problems with having jungkook stay for however long he wants.

“how is your shelf almost full already?” was the first thing that came out of his mouth when he situated himself on the couch about two hours ago.

“i found two books in my closet. i also bought two a few days ago.” you answered, pulling your knees to your chest and leaning on his side. he chuckled and put an arm around you, kissing your temple.

“have you even read the one from last week?”

“which one?” you wondered out loud.

well, shit.

“what do you mean which one?”

you let out a nervous laugh and made a very sad attempt. “oh, yes. the romance-fantasy. i ended up liking the villain a little too much. 7/10.”

he pulled away a little to look at your evidently perfidious expression. “baby, the book i bought you was about outer space.”

his eyebrows raised, poking at your cheek with his index finger. you instantly felt your face become warm. so dumb. of course, he remembers.

you avoided his eyes and said quietly, “okay, fine. i haven’t read it yet. it’s so pretty, i feel like i’m bound to ruin it.”

she is so adorable. jungkook’s heart swelled with affection. he smiled sweetly, showing off his perfect teeth before planting a kiss on your cheek.

“don’t worry about that. just don’t leave it on the floor, baby. it’s hardbound, isn’t it? i don’t want you breaking your ankle or hitting your pretty head.”

you winced at the memories of you tripping over your books. you expected him to laugh before helping. like that time you landed on your ass at the ice rink, but he got genuinely scared and worried and he has never let go of it since.

“okay, i love you.” you made sure to look into his eyes while saying it. each time, you just have to.

most days, you can’t believe you’re with such a wonderful person. you finally found someone who loved you and respected you at the same time. it’s the little things he does, the thoughtful and loving words that come out of his mouth without hesitation. you have never felt safety and reassurance in a relationship. not like this. it was never like this. it made you want to beat yourself up for ever settling for less, but then you realize your past mistakes have led you to find the last train and ultimately, jungkook. what’s done is done, you decided. all that matters is that you are happy now.

back to the present. you two finished dinner the first twenty minutes of thor ragnarok. he searched up a new pasta recipe and was excited to cook it for you. it was delicious, to no surprise. the man made it his mission to appeal to your tastebuds, and that he did. he pays attention to things you like and dislike, knowledge proving itself useful during times like this. it’s the least i can do, he thinks to himself. you really don’t give yourself enough credit, he would often say to you. there’s nothing he can do to change your past, but he will damn sure do everything he can to make you happy in the now. he can’t take your pain away, but if there’s anything he can do to alleviate it to the slightest, he will make it happen.

he wants your attention. desperately. during movie nights, you are usually cuddled very close to him and making silly little comments on what’s happening in the screen whether it be a psychological thriller or romance film. but not today. your head is leaning on his shoulder and your arm is around his, his hand settled on your exposed thigh, but you are focused on building your silly little town of silly little cats.

“hello, my baby, my everything.” he tries to get your attention, pulling away to slightly shake you. “why aren’t you watching? do you wanna watch something else?”

“huh? why? i like this one.” you briefly look at him before paying attention to your phone again, clicking on fishes that will buy you another cat.

you heave a sigh when mimi asks to play hide-and-seek again. my eyesight is bad, mimi. this is rude. you dart around your screen for a few seconds until you notice its tail peeking out of one of the trees. nuri, then, wants to play rock-paper-scissors. you both pick paper.

“i said you’re not watching. what even is this game?” he places his chin on top of your shoulder, observing your screen.

he lets out a scoff.

“baby, they won’t die if you leave them alone for the rest of the night.” he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls on his lap. “pleaseee,”

you roll your eyes at your needy boyfriend. “and what? you will die if i leave you alone for the rest of the night?” you raise your eyebrows at him.

he eagerly nods at your question.

“never leave me alone. i’ll miss you and i will die.”

how he can manage to keep a serious expression while saying such ridiculous words is beyond you.

“jeon jungkook, you are the most dramatic person ever.” you cry out, slapping his chest. he finally cracks up, his laughter vibrating off his body. his breath tickles your neck, making you squirm away.

since you feel bad for ignoring him and the movie for the past hour, you decide to give up on your game for tonight. “alright, i’m sorry, baby. i’ll just go pee and after this you pick another movie, okay?” you kiss his cheek.

he flashes you his beautiful smile and nods, seeming to like the idea of getting to pick the next movie. you toss your phone to the side and head for the bathroom.

meanwhile, jungkook takes your phone in curiosity before grabbing a pack of gummy bears from the table and popping a few in his mouth. he explores what you have made so far. he finds a brown cat named stella all laid out on top of some observatory, which he thinks is adorable. he also plays hide-and-seek with pepper. he had a bit of a hard time, darting all over the screen until he notices its head peaking out with twenty seven seconds left in the timer. he also unconsciously smiles triumphantly when he wins rock against scissors with sniffy.

he quickly turns it off when he hears the bathroom door close, reverting his eyes back to the television. you sit beside him and place your legs over his lap, snuggling close to his chest. he smells like fresh laundry and vanilla and the watermelon shampoo you own. and you’re grateful for tranquil moments like this, when having one person by your side feels as if you can never ask for anything more from the universe because it finally led you to what you’ve always longed for, but thought was greedy and impossible. happiness and contentment.

~*~

“oh my god,” your eyes roll to the back of your head, holding on to your boyfriend for dear life as he fucks into you as if he’s getting paid for it and the rent is due tomorrow moaning. you moan his name like a broken mantra. you are sensitive as hell. he made you cum twice on the couch and then carried you to the bedroom, and you were hoping to finally at least lay down on your soft matress. on your silk pillowcases. but no, your questionable boyfriend decided to do a questionable thing and is now pounding you against your bedroom wall. concerned for my health, my ass.

“i fucking hate you,” you cry out, his pelvis grinding against your clit making you tense up and your toes curl. “god! fucking hell, so good. so good.”

he is bouncing you up and down like you weighed nothing, even having the audacity to suck all over your neck and chest. you grab a handful of his hair, tugging his head towards you before smashing your lips against his. your tongues chase one another, making for a sloppy kiss. you bite his bottom lip and slightly tug on it before having to let go to moan.

“oh, shut up. you fucking love me,” he smirks against your mouth, moving his hips harder as if to prove his point. the lewd sounds of your wetness and his balls slapping against your ass only drive him further. he looks down at where the two of you are connected. if it is impossible, he just became hornier. the sight is majestic to him, watching you take all of his dick, completely covered in your juices. on the other hand, you notice where his gaze went. that further spurs your arousal and your walls flutter around his big cock, making him choke out a series of curses. “holy fucking shit, baby. so fucking tight. don’t want to let me go, huh?”

“no, don’t want to,” you answer incoherently, wrapping your arms around his neck. you whimper pathetically, tears gathering at the corner of your eyes as you tremble in pleasure in his arms.

he presses kisses on your ear, nibbling on your earlobe. you are hyperaware of every sensation in your body, your mind in a haze.

“i’m gonna cum. fuck, so close. please.” you whine, tears of euphoria spilling.

“yeah, baby? gonna cum for me again?” he eggs you on, adjusting the way he’s holding you before he’s pounding into you roughly against the wall, just the way you like it. you scream, your fear of falling from before melting away as you near your climax.

he tugs at your hair and levels your face to him.

“ah!” you exclaim at the unexpected pain.

“look at me,” upon hearing his domineering voice, you force your heavy lids to open. he is glistening with sweat, toned chest rising up and down. his lips look swollen and red from all the kissing and biting. his damp hair makes him look sexier in your eyes. “open your mouth,”

you are dazed and confused but you obey right away. your eyes widen as he spits in your mouth, feeling the glob of saliva fall on your tongue.

“swallow, baby.”

as if hypnotized, you swallow. you feel your body burn up. you are unbelievably turned on, your brain is unable to form any words. oh my fucking god. this man.

“hmm, fuck. that’s my girl. you’re so fucking hot. are you gonna cum for me?” his words of praises drive you towards the edge. your ears are ringing as you reach the peak of euphoria. jungkook continues to fuck you through your orgasm, soon after he’s coating your walls with his cum. you fall limp into his arms.

“you’re crazy. you’re fucking crazy.” you mutter tiredly against his shoulder, sniffling.

“well, did you like it though?” he brings you over to the bed, collapsing beside you. “liked it a lot,” you admit sheepishly, hiding into your pillow.

“don’t hide from me!” he exlaims with a laugh. he snakes his arm under your neck and pulls your head over his chest. “liked it, too. a lot. you know you can tell me if i do anything that makes you uncomfortable, right?”

he presses a kiss to your temple and looks you in the eyes. he then frowns and wipes away the tears from under your eyes and your cheeks.

“i know, baby. thank you,” you yawn sleepily. “i’m tired now. this is all your fault.”

jungkook snorts at your snappy after sex complaints. nonetheless, he pulls away to do aftercare, which he genuinely enjoys doing.

after cleaning you up, he massages your sore legs. “what’s the name of the game you’re playing?” he asks all of the sudden. his sparkly curious eyes look at you expectantly.

you chuckle at the man before you. asking for the name of a cat game as if he didn’t fuck you against the wall and spit in your mouth not even half an hour ago.

“and why are you asking?”

“i just happened to glance at your phone and thought stella was cute.” jungkook shrugs his shoulders. his hands continue to work on your calves.

“okay, liar. it’s called cats are cute.” you reach over to the nightstand and take his phone.

“what are you doing?”

“i’m downloading the game on your phone.” you answer while typing on the search bar.

“oh, okay.”

~*~

they’re so cute i’m so fucking sad ok gnnn

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[isagisyoichi]

BREAK YOUR RULES!

synopsis: nagi as your boyfriend

characters included: nagi seishiro

warnings: swearing, gender neutral reader, nagi is a little shit

a/n: bye i’ve had this in my drafts for like months and i remembered it existed like last week LOL enjoy nagi stans

for: nagi’s goth gf @sun9rin 🥰🥸💗

i feel like your relationship with nagi would be relatively chill and low maintenance. i really don’t see nagi being this overly romantic person or whatever 

so basically, just expect nagi to act as your best friend who kisses you sometimes lol

onto your actual relationship-

cuddle sessions and naps together are definitely a thing between you two. having nagi’s arms wrapped around you as you drift to sleep makes you feel so safe and content. not to mention that nagi runs warm, so it’s like cuddling with a heated blanket.

but also, nagi’s a huge baby so he gets all whiny when you have to get up for anything LOL

“seishirou, i literally will piss on your bed, let me pee”

nagi, with his arms still wrapped around you, squeezing you tighter: “no i’m good”

dates with nagi are lowkey and causal- they’re mostly at his house or yours, or maybe he’ll take you on a walk around a park if he’s feeling it that day, but he’s really not the type to go on extravagant dates

however, if nagi really wants to put in some effort into a date, he’ll take you to an arcade, because of course he would

nagi will pay for everything, like food, coins, etc, expect that he will crack a joke about you being a gold digger here and there LOL

but still, it is really fun!!! you guys both feel like little kids again, and the glimmer and excitement in your eyes, and the way you laugh wholeheartedly out of joy makes it all worth it to nagi

nagi even indulges you by taking pictures with you in the photobooth the arcade offers.

(he keeps one of the pictures you guys took in his wallet <3)

but, if you end up wanting to playing a game where you have to play against nagi, he beats you every time with no mercy ⋋_⋌

but also, he makes up for it by letting you use all his tickets to get whatever you want at the prize counter. make his pockets hurt!!

“i still think you went overboard with the prizes.”

you, with six plushies in your arms, and two more that nagi’s holding: “i have no idea what you’re talking about, sei.”

nagi also offers to teach you how to play video games !!!! please say yes, he just wants to do one of his favorite things with his favorite person ;__;

he’s actually very sweet when he teaches you. he has you sit on his lap as he teaches you how to play, and guides your hands using his as you try to get the hang of the controller

he kisses your forehead as a reward for when you’re doing well, or when you need some motivation when a boss is kicking your ass 

when you get good enough to play with him, nagi always pulls some dirty shit to win: like kissing you out of nowhere or lightly pushing you with his side to break your concentration 

i mean, he was probably gonna win anyways LMAO but he just likes agitating you

if you can’t come over, nagi’ll facetime you as he plays. he doesn’t talk that much while on the phone because he’s “concentrating,” but he does like your presence.

if you hang up because he wasn’t talking, he gets all pissy, as if you two were actually having a conversation or something LOL

“why did you hang up” “you weren’t even talking to me” “so? call me back” like WHAT 

but also, if you fall asleep on facetime, when he eventually takes notice, nagi smiles at how cute you look and pauses his game to take screenshots for his “y/n is kinda cute i guess” album

nagi refuses to acknowledge this album’s existence, though

“aw, babe, do you have an album of just me?” 

“no, those are pictures of my dog.”

“you don’t even have a dog, you ass.”

nagi has totally asked you to buy the ps5 for him. don’t do it, don’t cave, i know he’s cute but don’t!!!

"for the last time, shiro, i am not buying you a ps5"

"you’re all are the same" yeah ok this is exactly why you’re not getting shit (¬_¬)

also, i hate to break it to you but he’s 6’2, very attractive, and a kickass soccer player, so he definitely has people all over him, i am so sorry

you trust him, so you don’t get jealous often, but it does help a lot that nagi’s so frank with his rejections

literally just says “i have a s/o,” when he realizes he’s getting a confession and just walks away, doesn’t even let them finish, very king shit of him! 

but on the rare occasions you do actually get jealous, nagi has the nerve to think it’s cute! men!

but after teasing you for a little, nagi always reassures you that you’re the only person that he could ever want and that’ll never change. 

and you know he’s telling you the truth because nagi’s always been so straightforward with his words and has never been one to shy away from saying the truth 

for someone that’s never had a relationship before (and, don’t get me wrong he definitely could have had one before, have you seen him? it’s just no one else has piqued his interest enough that he wanted pursue a relationship with them, so you’re pretty special to him), nagi’s a pretty good fucking kisser.

like, it literally makes you go like hmm  (￣、￣〃)  sounds fake but okay!

most of the time, his kisses are swift and chaste, opting to give you them on your forehead or cheek. 

but when gets serious, oh boy. 

every time without fail, he leaves your head spinning and your chest out of breath, and you just can’t help but want more each time. 

whether he actually gives you more depends on how he’s feeling that day (◣_◢)

i feel like this is a given but, reo’s around you guys a lot lol

sometimes he complains about being a third wheel like he’s not the one who invited himself to whatever you and nagi were doing 

but even so, reo does really like you. because not only do you make nagi happy, but you motivate him to play better during games, which helps reo’s whole “becoming the best in the world” agenda a lot, so in a way he wins too

speaking of nagi and (soccer, not virtual) games, he really does show out a little more when you attend. 

he doesn’t do anything crazy, but you know nagi well enough to tell he puts in a little more effort than usual when you're there. but he denies it when you bring it up LOL

for pet names, nagi just sticks with the classics, like “babe,” or maybe “baby,” if he’s feeling soft, but honestly he just probably gives you some kind of weird nickname like he did with barou, and uses that as his go-to. 

“hey, dookie pie.”

“i literally don’t like you, seishirou.”

but deep down, you prefer that because it’s special and just for you, you know? 

you may be a dookie pie but, you’re his dookie pie <3

nagi loves when you play with his hair! makes him feel at peace. like from time to time, nagi wordlessly grabs your hand and puts it on the top of his head and expects you to know where to go from there.

nagi would even let you tie up his hair into whatever weird styles you want as long as you’re playing with <3 he’d even post it on his finsta or private story on snapchat when you’re done, with some stupid caption like “fresh cut courtesy of y/n 🔥”

nagi’s a weird texter once you get to know him LMAO. like he’ll send you like the most random shit ever like two buildings or something and be like “us lol,” with no explanation whatsoever. like come back here! we need some elaboration!

and when he’s comfortable enough with you, he’s the type to talk to you about anything that comes to his mind, so you guys end up having some pretty weird late night convos

nagi, literally out of nowhere at 2am: “on god i hate walruses” you: “so true bae”

nagi probably first says “i love you” during the most random moment ever when he thinks you’re not listening 

plot twist: you were. and he says it so softly and fondly that you felt like you could melt right then and there.

you get a best friend and a boyfriend with him, so 20/10 definitely recommend, get yourself a nagi

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Obey Me! boys playing Among Us

Genre: crack? Warnings: betrayal lmao A/N: this has been sitting in my drafts for so long

Lucifer:

Is always dark blue

Is a GOD at the game

Everyone is kinda confused by it cause ????

He’s literally an old man????

He’s just really good at lying

And killing people

He blames Mammon every time even if he saw someone kill or vent

If he ends up being imposter with Mammon, he’ll find out where Mammon is, kill near him, and vent away. Then when Mammon or someone else finds the body, everyone is sus of him

Will second (or third) imposter if Diavolo plays and is the imposter

Mammon:

Is always ‘gold,’ to which everyone yells at him that it’s yellow

Is always the first to get kicked off

He gets heated and always yells into the mic to blow out everyone’s eardrums

He doesn’t know how to do some of the tasks only because he never does them because he’s sick of being kicked off first every time

Once his brothers realize he’s not doing his tasks to spite them, they stop kicking him off first unless they have proof

Everyone likes killing him first when they can though

Levi:

He goes with orange

Is good at the game because duh he’s a gamer. He caught on quickly

He’s really bad at lying though so he usually just stays quiet and let’s his brothers yell at each other

He will almost second (or third) imposter for anyone, except for Mammon, because he likes having an alibi

Despite Mammon’s tantrums, he likes voting and killing him first

His go to sabotage move is turning off the lights because it’s the easiest way to kill someone and get away with it

Satan:

He usually goes with dark green or lime, depending on who’s playing with them

Another brother who is a little too good at the game

He’s perfect at lying. He’s quick at his tasks. He has amazing deduction skills. He’s really good at planning kills. The list goes on about what he’s good at

The only thing he’s not good at is being imposter with Lucifer. The first time he was imposter with him, he ratted them out and lost the game

Now, he just claims to have seen Lucifer do a bunch of things he never did

If you kill Lucifer in front of him, he won’t report you and will second (or third) imposter with you

Asmo:

Pink!!!!

Has no idea what he’s doing

If it’s not Mammon, Asmo is always the one who dies first

“Why is my name red?” “Why are the vents red now?” “Why can’t I do my task?” “Why does it say ‘sabotage’?”

He also always goes to fix things when they go off because “I can’t work in these conditions!” which leads him to be killed almost every time

Will never kill Solomon when the sorcerer decides to play. Asmo always does second (or third) imposter with him

Beel:

He likes being red

No one ever kills him nor do they ever vote him off, even if they know it’s him

He has no idea what he’s doing but he likes hanging out in the cafeteria because he hopes that his little space guy can get some grub

Everyone has to help him figure out how to do tasks

He always walks past and over dead bodies without realizing it

He likes following purple (Belphie) around

Belphie:

Always purple

Probably the best at the game

No one has ever caught him so far because he’s just that good at lying and killing

He always sticks by Beel and Beel will unknowingly be the honorary second/third imposter because he never reports Belphie’s victims (and doesn’t even know how to for a while)

When he and Lucifer or Satan are the imposters, oh, it’s over in just a few minutes. It’s the only time he gets along with Lucifer

Diavolo:

He is always black. When he plays, he likes to claim the color makes him “more mysterious” and “easier for him to hide in the shadows”

Barbatos is always with him, just like in real life. So, if someone kills Diavolo, Barbatos is tattling on their ugly rat self

Surprisingly though, if someone kills Barbatos, Diavolo won’t tattle, depending on who it is (read: if Lucifer, Beel, Luke, or Simeon kill Barbatos)

After he plays a couple games, he actually gets pretty good at it

He loves how everyone is bonding with each other!!!

Barbatos:

He only plays when Diavolo plays because Diavolo makes him

He doesn’t care what color he is so he’s either dark green, lime, or brown, depending on who’s playing

As I said before, he’s ALWAYS with Diavolo, which means they always second (or third) imposter for the other. Because of this, no one trusts them

If someone kills Diavolo in front of him, he will not hesitate to report. If the killer somehow gets away with it, he’ll remember it for when he’s imposter and will kill them first

If Barbatos gets killed, he will follow Diavolo around in ghost form

He likes the Polus map the best because it kinda reminds him of The Devildom

Solomon:

Is either brown, one of the greens, or white, depending on who’s playing. If Simeon isn’t playing though, he’s always white!!

He is quite clueless at first but quickly catches on

He’s quite the actor and can lie perfectly on the spot. It’s a little frightening

Asmo always follows him around but he’s a good alibi and he doesn’t tattle on the sorcerer when he’s the imposter

He discovers bugs and cheats to help him win but he doesn’t always use them because he likes the feeling of winning because he worked hard

Simeon:

Is always white!!

Just like Asmo, he’s a mess

“How come my name is red this time?” “Are you able to use the red vents for something?” “Why is there a diamond in the trash?”

He never kills, so his partner always has to do the work

If he does kill, one of two things happens

1. He kills, reports, and tells everyone it was him

2. If everyone starts complaining and even threaten not to invite him anymore, he gets serious. And I mean serious

Once the second option happens, there is no going back. He is ruthless and shows no mercy

Luke:

He is always cyan!! It’s such a pretty color ᵘʷᵘ

He is also a huge mess and doesn’t really like the game. He only plays when Simeon does

He never kills Simeon or Solomon. He only ever kills the demons lol

He acts so innocent and clueless every time, so he always wins

Mammon always tries convincing the others to vote Luke out but that always backfires and gets him voted out instead

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