#behind closed doors fic

[iridescentscarecrow]

by you talking about makima being an abusive mother i assume you're referring to eli's excellent post about CSM's association with motherhood. please do check it out if you haven't, it's been rotting away in my brain for a while and the Chainsaw Man as a birthing device is something i'll bring up in this response.

this is a really intriguing line of inquiry, and an interesting way to think of kishibe; so i'll attempt to assimilate my thoughts on how he's positioned in this answer. this will be quite long so do bear with me:

i've talked about how Family as a concept bleeds into part two from part one. in p1, makima forms for denji a Family, and in p2, denji is handed this motherhood over nayuta.

makima as the Mother is kept and collared by the state. and thinking of chainsaw man in terms of its reproductive power can be extended to its literal reproduction of the narrative. myth and memory form themselves through regurgitation, and the CSM cuts away this chain of reproduction when it eats entire concepts. when it makes people forget. there's an already apparent connection to the Womb (makima // nayuta // denji) but the selectivity in narrative-reproduction is why its central to makima and kishibe's conflict. the war against the mother who exerts control over the child.

because kishibe is the Masculine: he teaches makima and in turn makima entrusts denji and power to him,,, he narratively affirms denji's wondering if he's still able to feel, whether he shouldn't feel sadder at himeno's death by telling us, the audience, that the best devil hunters are those who "have a few screws loose." we're painted this image of denji as a feral incomprehensible Crazy thing, but this isn't true even at this phase of the story. he mourns pochita, he empathises with power's grief at losing meowy. [there's an intriguing line of thought where you compare denji with aki along this vein too, if you think about it].

and that's why the movie date with makima is actually the effective closing of this arc -- her telling denji that he does have a heart subverts kishibe's rhetoric, and what the story tells us denji is. this is makima in her role as mama, the mother, the love that she feels and recieves and creates. incidentally, the chaotic agent that kishibe envisions coincides with makima's idealisation of the chainsaw man, apart from the part where she's expressedly affectionate towards it. and who has she been raised by except these (masculine) institutions? who taught her how and what to want?

aside but "that's a lie." // he sees makima and recognises her machinations at one level but he's never really understood her or her need for love. she tells him that she wants to save people (and this may or may not be true) but he can't really parse that, can he? and kishibe also structures and contextualises so much of the story for us, just like what makima does: what i already said about denji's chaotic self, him narrating reze's past, etc. he's an independent source of information.

because yeah: kishibe is ruthless. and people often bring up kishibe's relationship with quanxi but i don't often see them balance her "ignorance is bliss" vs. kishibe's need to have a few screws loose. we know as the audience about how quanxi actively shuts herself off, but kishibe keeps talking about leaning into this devil hunter nature. and what i think is decipherable from this dynamic is that quanxi, or at least what kishibe sees her as, is kishibe's ideal. tbh she's actually a Symbol for various different ideals, her habitation and display of her sexuality alongside her Ignorance is denji's ultimate form! and kishibe trains denji... [aside but this is why cosmo being her gf is so interesting to me. something something woman who thinks ignorance is bliss x devil who embodies the Horrors of Knowing]

kishibe blindfolding himself after her death is him transposing that ignorance onto himself. he doesn't want to see a thing -- and that's where you see that dissonance. it's not that he's beyond caring, it's how blind he is in how he does this caring.

and kishibe strains against this, he wants to cut away his relationships as contrasted with makima (and even denji) wanting to form them. and this is why makima cutting off kishibe's last tie to quanxi is so interesting because you remember: quanxi didn't accept his deal.

you have kishibe pining after quanxi and yet she's not sexually available to him, so he further isolates himself. and the forming and breaking of relationships comes back here so vividly --

aki's and power's deaths form the CSM out of denji. it's crazy and unpredictable but it doesn't challenge makima, does it? // "attacks don't work against her."

and when all is said and done, denji tells him it's love. loove. denji's the one who explains makima to kishibe. they're sitting at the bench and denji's petting the dogs while nyako, the willingly domesticated animal, twirls itself around kishibe... and kishibe handles the cat with such affection. denji tells him it's love so what does he do except hand nayuta to him??

thank you for the ask, anon!

#kishibe as fatherhood... kishibe as the expected masculine... father figures for denji are dead behind a closed door -> #ignorance is bliss and kishibe is his mentor... #crow.asks #csm #umm. also a fic rec but nerve ape by hassoutoby on ao3 does kishibe's character very well. please read it #csm meta #kishibe #chainsaw man #csm kishibe #makima #denji #quanxi #crow.txt

[volivolition]

perceppy doodles, with my usual headcanons of "whatever harry's seeing showing up in the mist" and "whenever harry's not using a sense, it shows up on perception." suddenly trapped in a dark room? pop! you have eyes again! and then some froggy hat coffee tasting :3 i love my senses <3

#disco elysium #disco elysium skills #de skills #de perception #perception #voliart #emoji lookin ass (<- incredibly affectionate its so cute) <3 whoops you got locked in the closet... #react speed [Challenging: Failure] voice Aw shit. The door's completely shut behind you. You couldn't wedge a foot in or anything. #halflit voice BREAK DOWN THE DOOR GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW!!!!!! #logic voice Can you wait a second? We didn't even test if we were trapped or not. #nervous perception voice The clicking of lock pins. The jangling of keys. The sound of fading footsteps. #halflit - WHAT DID I FUCKING SAY?! NOW WE'RE GOING TO DIE IN HERE. | Voli - No we aren't. Keep it together. #Composure - Don't panic. | Inland - It feels as though the walls are closing in. | Composure [Failure] - Oh fuck why would you say that. #OKAY THATS ENOUGH STOPPING THIS HERE BEFORE I WRITE A WHOLE FIC LMAO... anyway perception is so fun i love it <3 #this was not what i was supposed to work on tonight but uh. oh well perception time :3c

[angelasscribbles]

Behind Closed Doors Chapter 1: The Invitation

 Series: Behind Closed Doors

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings for this chapter: Riley x Max, Liam x Max (he hopes)

Word Count: 916

Rating: R for mature themes

Warnings for this chapter: sex is alluded to

A/N: I teased this one a long while back. Finally had some inspiration for it, so here's the first chapter!

A/N2: This story explores a bit of relationship anarchy. Here's a link if you want to learn more.

Series Premise: Six people come together in a kaleidoscope of shifting boundaries.

My other stuff: Master List.

Riley’s eyes widened as her mouth fell open. “Wait…you want me to go to the palace with you?”

“Yeah,” Max nodded, “I need a wingman, Riley, and you’re really good at it!”

“But—”

Max took in her hesitation and a startling thought occurred to him. “Oh! Is this awkward because we…because of…”

“Oh, good god, no!” Riley threw her head back and laughed. It was a full-throated belly laugh. Her hand landed on his bicep as she leaned forward to catch her breath. “I love you, Max. Truly, deeply, madly, but as friends! You know that!”

“I know.” His fingers scratched at the freshly shorn hairline along the back of his neck as a flush raced across his face. “I just wanted to be sure…after what happened last month…”

Riley stepped closer and traced a finger across his lips. “I don’t regret it if that’s what you’re worried about.”

He shivered as her touch sent a sliver of desire sparking through him and, without much conscious thought, his arm shot out to pull her in even closer. “Does that mean we can do it again sometime?”

She laughed again as she gazed up into the cobalt-blue eyes that were as familiar to her as her own emerald-green orbs. Max had been her best friend since they met in a ridiculously overpriced private kindergarten.

Neville Van Couer, big for his age and just as disagreeable then as he was now, had yanked Max’s stuffed octopus from his arms and was holding it above his head, taunting him with it.

“Please give back Sir Inks a Lot.” Max’s trembling voice betrayed his fierce determination not to cry. “My mom gave him to me.”

“Oh, are you going to cry, little crybaby? It’s just a stupid toy. I tell you what—”

“Give it back.” A firm, uncompromising voice cut in.

Neville spun to find the interloper. His malicious grin widened when his eyes fell on the slight girl with the wispy brown hair. “And what are you going to do about it if I don’t?”

Without warning or preamble, the girl moved. She darted forward so quickly that Neville had no time to process what was happening. A sharp blow to his stomach sent him pitching forward, grabbing his midsection as the toy was ripped from his grasp.

“Here.” The girl thrust the plushie out to Max.

He wiped the moisture from his tear-streaked cheeks with one hand as he reached out for his beloved Sir Inks a Lot with the other. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” She gave him a bright smile that washed all of his sadness away. “My name’s Riley. Want to play with me?”

“We can do it anytime you want.” She assured him. “It’s not like we’re not good at.”

Max smiled at the reference to their romantic and sexual past.

They had lost their virginity to each other in high school and spent six months exploring everything the other had to offer. Then Max had confessed to being bisexual and wanting to explore with other people. Primarily men. His relief when Riley had agreed to break up romantically but remain friends had been overwhelming. She was and remained the closest friend he had.

A month ago, they had gotten drunk and fallen into bed together. It had felt good, comfortable, and familiar. He loved her.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t in love with Liam and that’s why he needed her support at the upcoming Beltane Ball that the palace held every year.

His arms tightened around her. “So to be clear, you know I love you and you’re okay helping me try to get Liam’s attention?”

Her grin widened until her cheeks hurt. “Boy, yes. Did we or did we not discover relationship anarchy at the same time?”

Giddiness crashed through his chest. The idea that you could love people but still remain autonomous was brilliant enough. Add in the deconstruction of things like relationship hierarchy and mono-normativity and, well, it had been paradigm-shifting.

“Okay,” he nodded as relief washed over him. “I would never do anything to hurt you, Riley!”

“I know.” She leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips.

He melted against her for a moment, then drew back. Because he had to know for sure everything was okay between them. “Then why the hesitancy when I asked you to go to the ball with me?”

“Because I’ve never been to the palace, silly!” Her family was insanely wealthy, but not noble.

“Oh, yeah!” Max tended to forget the difference in their social status. Mainly because it didn’t matter to him. People were people and titles like Duke and Count meant nothing when it came to what kind of person someone was. After all, Neville was noble.

“Oh, yeah! I mean…what do I even wear? Do I need to know how to curtsy? What if—”

Max cut her off by jerking her back into his embrace. “Don’t worry, padawan. We have two weeks. I’ll teach you everything you need to know!”    

“Great!” Riley bounced on her toes, excitement swirling through her midsection.

The palace! What an exciting adventure!

She threw her arms around him. “We could make a week of it! Go into the city. Shopping, dining, museums, the theater….”

He dipped his head toward her, his lips bare inches from hers. “Can we share a room?”

“Oh, we’re going to share a lot more than a room!” she assured him just before their lips crashed together.

#behind closed doors #trr au #trr fanfic #liam rys #drake walker #hana lee #trr poly #trr #angelasscribbles #the royal romance #choices stories you play #cfwc fics of the week #choices fic writers creations #the royal romance fanfic #choices #maxwell beaumont #riley brooks #leo rys #choices trr #choices the royal romance

[cosmics-beings]

on the outside i think starop is like all cutesy and innocent but i actually think they'd be like the most sexually charged couple in existence.

#starop #throw in megastarop don't even ask what they are doing behind closed doors #writing a couple fics

[frogsmulder]

Soft

about 250 words; rated m; tagging @today-in-fic​

His cheek is pressed against the cushion of her breast, soft and relaxed, tempered and home. His breath brushes against her nipple peaking roughly through the lace of her lingerie. It’s still vaguely wet from where he had sucked it into his mouth earlier, playing her with the dexterity of a maestro; the familiar ache remains but now, rather than arousing, it is comforting. His breath is steady and calm: a peace rarely found in their professional lives. Yet behind closed doors, they have drawn closer and content in their companionship. She gazes down at his head: the soft flops of his hair laying over his forehead blocks his eyes from her view, but she knows they are closed, teetering in between the sleeping and the waking in the weaves of bliss. He is only ever this calm with her this close. She doesn’t mind; he is a soothing balm for her troubled spirit too. But behind closed doors, their disquiet blurs at the edges; they feast themselves on each other's love; their souls entwine in playful laughter and gentle affection. So now, he lies with his cheek against her breast, vulnerable and curled protectively into her side. Gazing up at the ceiling, she feels the weight of his body rise and fall against hers with every breath. Her body follows his rhythm, always in sync. She breathes deeply; it’s the sweet aroma of home.

#hmmm i may write the smut that precursors this and call it behind closed doors #note to self #just a little bit of writing #need to get back into it #hope its not too abstract or repetitive #msr #the x files #xf fanfic #my fic #fox mulder #dana scully #the rolling stones cover #yeah the infamous one #sigh it gives me life #under the covers #oooo myabe i should call it that #anyway i should really sleep now

[changeyourfcar]

a little sneak peek at the start of chapter 8 of Rivals on track, lovers behind closed doors (15999 words) by rainfeelswet

Pierre Gasly was seemingly the only person in that media pen noticing the looks shared between his best friend, Charles Leclerc, and the Dutch number one driver. What was that? Another few seconds of Charles being completely gone from their conversation, another few seconds during which Pierre’s words hit only the air between them and did not seem to reach Charles. But this time Pierre did notice the thing that seemed to distract the Monégasque and Pierre could swear it was Max Verstappen. Maybe- No, it could not be.

#lestappen #Max Verstappen #charles leclerc x max verstappen #arthur leclerc #Pierre Gasly #jos verstappen hate #carlos sainz junior #lestappen fanfiction #lestappen fic #rivals on track #lovers behind closed doors #miami gp 2023 #Formula 1 #Formula One #formula one fic #formula one fanfiction

[nettlestingsoup]

current fic editing position is 'sitting on the kitchen counter with my laptop while watching a freezer defrost' because apparently i'm the most responsible adult in a shared house full of people decades older than me

#the freezer has been leaking since before i moved in #because the drawers are so iced up that the door won't close #and no one has done anything #there is mould on the skirting board behind it #so i snapped and bullied them into letting me do it #they can't even take their stuff out because the drawers are too icy to open #so it's all going in the bin #nettle's thoughts #shared house life ain't it BUT i can at least improve it for myself #by defrosting a freezer like a fucking adult #and getting some fic editing time in while it melts!

[cloverzbandit]

Happy Borth my Child Agent Eight! Here is the preview for Part 9, Behind Closed Doors, "Found."

RELEASING ON JULY 16th, 2023 on my ao3.

It took time to find more answers. She wanted to figure out her whole story. She wanted to know what Tartar said about her. But whatever he did to her mentally blocked her memory. Anything she found that was attached to her past she would stare at, get lost, and let her hand do the talking. She knew the summary of what happened. But there were still gaps—lost memories—ones not too significant but important nonetheless. It might be useful.

But alas. Nothing much was uncovered. It was frustrating. With a sigh, she took a break and headed to the kitchen. 

It was 4:34 now and Brook(Agent Three) was off at her Aunts and Uncles place. She did eat lunch and took a nap but she had a weird dream, kind of spooky. 

She saw silhouettes of other octolings: voices yelling and her body moving to follow their words. It was all muffled. She just spectated. The setting was in a hallway, then went to an open space. There were more octolings running around frantically—in a hurry. She was even running around, panting. Someone yelled at her and she ran to another location. She stopped and typed something into a keyboard and looked at a screen. 

Eight didn’t see clearly but something was moving and her body yelled back anxiously as she reached for her octo shot, grabbing something, and looked around the room—now in a lab—in alert. Everyone else left. The door for escape locked along with everyone else in its safety on the other side. Eight knew something was coming. Yelling again from the other side of the locked door. All she could manage was “your own,” and felt tears running down her face. She felt… fear. Felt her breath pick up—shaking. Her thoughts raced, only managing to hear “shoot, die, help” in a panic.

Footsteps. Not like octoling boots. Eight ran to the other doorway option, knowing it was just empty space and a dead end. She looked behind her shoulder and saw someone—someone familiar but their form a shadow with glowing headphones and tinted orange tentacles, standing in the doorway from the other side. They aim to shoot at her, moving through the hallway with haste to catch her.

[🎨@herosplatling-replica]

But she soon reached that dead end. She knew she was done for. She had nowhere to run—nowhere to hide; no other escape routes except for the one she came from that was now locked and blocked. But that thing is chasing her. Her finger pressed the trigger and the two danced around each other for what seemed like ages. It was long; painful. The attacker started to grow more impatient and used specials. 

She didn’t make it on the third splashdown. Eight only managed to tap the intruder's shoulder before she heard something fall; a little clanging noise as it hit the ground. That was the end.

#splatoon #splatoon 2 #my fic #my writing #my fanfic #agent 3 #brook #agent 8 #willow #update #behind closed doors #commissioned art #preview

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

Behind Closed Doors

Fallen Angel

Sunsets and Shadows

Paint My Heart

Fe!!! Thank you SSSOOO much for the multiple asks! 😍 I love you!

Because I tend to go a little overboard with these, I'm going to break them up into their own post so this ask isn't HUGE 😅 But I will link them below once they are posted!

Behind Closed Doors (Rhett Abbott)

Fallen Angel (Miles Miller)

Sunsets and Shadows (Vampire!Rick Flag as part of the "Eternally Yours" series)

Paint My Heart (Robert "Bob" Floyd)

send me a made-up fic title and i’ll tell you what i would write to go with it

#thanks! #friend ask #ask game #made up fic title game #behind closed doors #rhett abbott #fallen angel #miles miller #sunsets and shadows #rick flag #vampire!rick flag #paint my heart #bob #robert bob floyd

[anthemofgvf]

Behind Closed Doors: Jake Kiszka x Reader Fanfiction

Part Two

description: when your best friend asks for a favor, that being having his twin move in with you, you're hesitant. you've never really liked him, but you are struggling to meet your rent, so you oblige. who knew with time that you would become more upset with his presence, or upset with the fact you have underlying feelings for him that you don't want to face?

-the masterlist for this series-

trope: enemies to lovers x roommates au!

warnings for this series: alcohol and tobacco usage, explicit content (18+, minors dni), angst, swearing

word count: 6.4k+

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

You had dialed your work as soon as you shut your door, standing far away from the door as possible.

"Brewology Coffee House, this is Sydney." Your manager said into the phone.

"Hey, Sydney, it's y/n. Was wondering if you guys needed any help today or if I could come in and shadow you?" You ran your fingers over your mouth.

"Hi, y/n! I thought you were taking today off to help your new roommate move in. Everything okay?"

"Yeah, but I've already finished helping him get settled, so the rest of my day is free." You told her.

For a moment, there was silence from the phone.

"Well, we're fully staffed today so unfortunately you won't be needed. You can come in and shadow for me Friday night if that's okay with you!"

"Yeah, that sounds good. Still alright with me coming in tomorrow?"

You had strictly limited yourself to working doubles on four out of the five days you usually worked. Your manager was concerned about overworking you, so you always had to ask and make sure she was alright with it.

You'd recently been promoted to acting manager, as she was leaving the store in a few weeks and would have you replace her and run the place. That would mean more money and responsibility for you, along with taking the weight off your shoulders of working double shifts nearly every day.

"Yeah, but I want you to just come in during the morning. We've got a few trainees showing up tomorrow evening and I already have Justine and Mary lined up to train them. You'll be able to meet them Friday night, though!"

"Alright, yeah, sounds good. Thank you." You pressed your lips together with a nod.

"Of course, have a good night at home!" Your manager said to you and hung up the phone.

You sighed deeply, running your hand over your forehead and sliding your phone into your pocket. You were now left with a full day with Jake. You were given the unfortunate opportunity to interact with him a bit more, rather than staying locked up in your room and ignore your new roommate.

So, with the slightest bit of convincing yourself, you stepped outside of your room to see Jake setting a paper off to the side and dropping the pen.

"Looks like I have work off for the day." You clasped your hands together as you took a few steps forward towards him.

Jake swiveled around on the chair, standing up with a, "Hmph", and grabbing the papers off the island. He made his way over to you and held them in front of you with a blank face.

"That's everything. Can go ahead and give these to the landlord now." He said.

You grabbed the papers. "Thanks. You heard me, right? About having the day off."

"Oh, yeah, I did. But you'll be working tomorrow, right?" He asked you.

"Only in the morning. My manager doesn't want to overwork me - stuff like that."

"Huh," he nodded, "then I guess it's just me and you for the night then." His lips curled into a small smile.

"Unfortunately." You sighed. "But I think I'm going to head down to the landlord's apartment and give her these." You shook the papers in front of his face.

"Don't want me to come meet her? I'm sure she'd-."

"No, I can handle it myself, thanks." You walked past him, throwing on a pair of sandals you left by the door and shooting him a wave.

With these few minutes you took to walk over to the landlord's place, you had to come up with something to keep you and Jake busy, or better yet, you busy. You didn't seem to have much in common with him, so the night was bound to grow awkward as it went on. You ran through different ideas of things in your head to do, but they were minimal and didn't stick.

Your landlord had a small mailbox outside of her apartment, intended for lease papers, bills that were paid by check or cash if needed (she was quite lenient with payment methods) and other things intended for her.

After walking back to your apartment, which was on the first floor, along with the landlord's, you had entered your apartment to see Jake sprawled out on the couch. He was intently focused on his phone, but his mind seemed to be rather blank.

You rummaged through one of your kitchen drawers, finding the spare keys you had in there left from your previous roommate.

You placed them on top of the island. "I left your keys on the counter."

He gave you a short hum in response but didn't acknowledge your presence.

“Icebreakers?” You spat out.

He turned his head over the couch.

“Icebreakers?” He repeated.

“Yeah, so we could get to know each other a bit better considering we now live together.” You huffed a laugh out of nervousness.

You shut the door behind you and slipped off your sandals before making your way to the opposite end of the couch. You sat patiently, waiting for him to say something to you.

He had kept his eyes on you from the moment he turned his head to see you at the door. His phone was flat on the armrest, one arm rested on top of his phone while the other laid above the couch cushion.

“You're not going to leave me alone until I play along, huh?”

You shook your head with a smile, which caused him to sigh.

"Alright, fine." He exhaled. His hands were folded on his lap, and he began to watch his thumbs circle each other.

You sat on the couch, opposite of him and turned to him crisscross on the sofa. The bit of uncomfortable silence had surrounded you and him, and you decided to straighten your posture to release any tension you felt.

"Would you like to go first?" You offered to him.

"Well, you were the one that suggested the game." He threw his hand towards you.

"Okay," you sighed, "what's your favorite color?"

He chuckled. "That's what you want to know about me? My favorite color?" His lips rested into a teasing grin.

"You're the one that wanted me to go first!" You rolled your eyes. "What, do you have a better question?"

He clicked his teeth and took a moment to think of something to ask you. "What's your biggest fear?"

"Starting a bit deep then, huh?"

"Isn't that the point?" He folded his arms. "Answer my question."

"You didn't answer mine." You said in a faux aggravated tone.

He exhaled, looking off to the side before meeting your eyes. "Red. Now-."

"I figured it was black, considering you seem to wear it the most." You remarked.

"Okay..." He trailed off with an odd expression, as if he found it weird you had noticed that about him. "Well, you're wrong. Are you going to answer my question, or are we going to keep talking about colors?"

You pressed your lips together. He was growing upset, and in a guilty way, it satisfied you a bit. With his seemingly careless attitude, he never showed signs of letting things bother him. So, getting under his skin a bit always felt like a win to you, as childish as it may sound.

"My biggest fear is probably dying. Second is spiders." You nodded.

"Have you ever heard the phrase, 'life is short'? Does that scare you?"

"You're annoying, you know that?" You shook your head. "What's your biggest fear then, since you don't seem to be scared of anything?"

"Losing family and friends. It's inevitable, but I'm definitely not looking forward to that day."

"You have a good relationship with your family then, huh?" You resituated yourself, pulling your legs to your chest and wrapping your arms around your knees.

"Yeah, I do. I mean, I've always been super close with Josh. But I guess that just comes from us being twins. We're kind of supposed to be close." He gave you a shrug. "What's your dream job?"

"I'm surprised you're asking a good question." You huffed a laugh through your nose. "I've always wanted to own my own business. A bakery, to be specific. I used to bake all the time with my mom when I was little, and sometimes my work lets me bake some treats for open mic nights on the weekends. But I just haven't had the time to do it in a while."

He hummed. "Why haven't you started your own business then?"

"Too scared of failing, I suppose. Maybe I'll go to school and get a business degree, but it seems unlikely." You shrugged.

"Are you not good at baking? Is that why you're scared of failing?"

"No," you rolled your eyes, "I'm more concerned about not making any profit. Putting myself into a deep hole of debt." You rested your chin on your knees.

"I'd like to be the judge of that - of your baking, I mean."

You quirked your eyebrows in confusion. Whether it was playful banter or not, he seemed to be acting kind towards you. It was foreign territory, but you didn't mind it. Although, it did make you wonder when the arguing would start, or when your face would start to burn out of annoyance. But there was no point in putting your energy into those negative thoughts. Things were going well, and you wanted to keep it that way.

"Are you some sort of food critic?" Your lips curled into a small grin.

"I dunno, maybe. I like cooking - always have, so."

"I would've never guessed." You chuckled. "Is that a hobby of yours?"

"Yeah, I guess. I don't think it counts as a hobby when I do it all the time."

"Does that mean I'll be getting homemade meals from now on?" You widened your eyes.

"Eh, I usually cook for myself. If you start being a bit nicer to me, maybe I'll consider it." He shrugged. He stood up from the couch with his palms pressed flat on his thighs.

"I think me giving you a place to stay is nice enough. A good meal would be a great housewarming gift." You said in a singsong tune.

He turned his head over to you. He opened his mouth to speak, but quickly shut it into a small smile and left you in the living room alone. If all you could get out of him were a few small facts, you considered the small conversation a successful one.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

While Jake stayed locked inside his room, you took the liberty of having your day off to meet Josh for lunch. You debated the idea of whether or not to invite Jake, but keeping the conversations short with him were the only way you figured you two could tolerate each other.

While you sat outside at the small restaurant, sipping on your water cup, you checked your phone. You had left your phone number on the dry erase board that sat on your refrigerator door for Jake in case of any emergencies. You didn't expect him to text you, nor did you expect him to see it while you were out. You were waiting from a response from Josh, who did text you letting you know he was on his way. But that was about 30 minutes ago, and "Josh time" was very different from normal time.

Josh was a bit late, per usual, so you ordered the both of you a house salad and waited patiently for his arrival.

"Sorry for running late. Lost track of time." He said in a rushed tone, taking a seat and immediately grabbing the glass of water that sat in front of him.

"I'm not surprised, but 20 minutes has to be some sort of new record." You giggled.

"I'm always beating my records, what can I say?" He shined a toothy grin. "How's living with Jake so far?"

"Surprisingly, no complaints. It started a bit rocky, but I think we're getting somewhere good. Learned a bit about him, and he was actually acting nice to me. Not really talking about himself like he usually does."

"Dare I say that I told you so?" He wiggled his eyebrows at you.

"Whatever. This is only the beginning to a very long journey." You widened your eyes to emphasize your words.

"Well, what did you learn about him? Anything good?"

"Nothing too interesting, other than that he likes cooking. Never expected that." You shrugged.

"Oh yeah, he's big on cooking. You know, when we were little, he used to stay up all night watching cooking shows?" His eyes lit up as he spoke about his brother, boasting about him and his "hidden" talent. "He's actually very good at it."

"Well, now I'm curious: what other secret factoids about him are there that I don't know about?"

"There's a lot, but I think it's his place to tell you all those things. I think that's kind of the point when you're getting to know someone." He cocked his head to the side. "And besides, I'm sure you'd want to know what he dislikes so you can bother him and drive him out of your apartment."

You laughed. "I'm not that mean. What kind of person would I be if I made him feel miserable, which would cause him to act the same way towards me? If I want to keep on tolerating him, I have to keep our conversations sweet and short."

Josh began to speak, but the waitress came out and brought you both of your salads. He thanked her graciously and picked up his fork.

"He may seem a bit quiet, while I seem like the talkative one. But, once you get to know him a bit better, he holds a pretty good conversation." He stabbed a piece of lettuce with his fork and shoved it into his mouth.

"You seem a bit more excited about the living arrangement than me." You said and began eating.

You two continued to talk over lunch, about any upcoming events in his life and yours. You didn't have much, of course, but you always enjoyed hearing about the various projects Josh was working on. Picking at his brain was always satisfying to you, and while you loved talking, you preferred to listen while he spoke.

He offered to stop by the apartment, but you insisted on him heading home instead of making the short drive over to your place. With the small progress you were making with Jake, you figured keeping him by himself for a short period of time would allow the progression of yours and his's relationship to continue down a path of positive growth.

You entered your apartment to see grocery bags lined up on the counter. Jake was exiting the small pantry you had, going into another bag and not noticing that you had entered or choosing to ignore your presence.

"Restocking my fridge and pantry?" You said.

He didn't respond to you, rather kept his continuous motions of unloading different foods into the fridge.

"I didn't know if you wanted to go out to lunch with me, so sorry for not asking." You spoke again. You tried to keep your tone light, despite how his ignorance began to bother you.

"Did you go out with Josh?" He kept his eyes on a small clear bag of fruit he pulled out of a bag.

"Yeah, it was just a small lunch. We try to meet up once a week, if not twice." You nodded.

"Something going on between you two?" He raised his brow, opening the fridge and placing the assortment of fruits in a small drawer.

"It's not like that - it never was. We're just really good friends."

He shut the fridge door and continued unpacking different foods and spices. "If you say so."

"I'm serious, Jake. We've always just been super close." You said with slight aggravation in your voice.

"How long have you known him for?" He threw away the grocery bags as he talked to you.

"For about a year or so. We met at a concert, actually. Why are you being so curious?"

He nodded with a hum, placing his hand on the island and leaning his full weight onto it. "Just making conversation. You're so defensive." He teased at you with a shrug. "Am I not allowed to get to know you anymore?"

"You're getting to know me and Josh's past. That's a bit different." You pointed at him. "Try asking me questions that pertain to me, not your brother."

"Maybe another time." He tapped his hand on the counter and began to walk away in the opposite direction. "I don't see the point when you're not opening up."

There it was. The stinging sensation that started at your neck and ran to your ears. You were waiting for it to arise; the unfortunate conversation that would tank the seemingly good path you two were on.

"Opening up? I'm making the effort to try and get to know you so living with you isn't unbearable. I'm sorry that I was getting bothered with you trying to make assumptions about me and Josh." You dug your finger into your chest.

He swiveled on his heels to face you. "Then why'd you let me live with you then? It's not even been a day and you've deemed the living arrangement as unbearable because I was just kidding around." He threw his hands up. "Were you that desperate for a roommate?"

You opened your mouth, struggling to speak. Was there a point in continuing this argument and digging the knife deeper into your guys' relationship? Everything began to look hopeless from this point on, and your doubts once again consumed you.

He decided to speak up before giving you a chance to utter anything. "Think you should try and be a bit grateful for the way things turned out instead of regretting your decisions." He grumbled at you with squinted eyes.

He left you in the kitchen and walked into his bedroom. Once the door was shut, you exhaled a deep exaggerated sigh. You circled around the space you stood in with your hand placed on your forehead. Your emotions flamed into your system, gripping tightly at your insides and burning your entire body. You didn't just want to storm into your room and sit in your frustrations, so you chose to allow yourself to run a bath in the connecting bathroom to your bedroom. Hopefully, this would bring you relaxation.

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Wrapping your damp body in a grey towel, you stepped out of your bathtub and began searching through your dresser drawers for some comfortable clothes to wear for the night. The apartment was quiet, and for a moment, you were at peace. As in, you forgot Jake was right next door, and you weren't actually alone. The faintest smell of food cooking hit your nostrils, causing you to perk up. It was around dinner time, and maybe Jake had cooked something for the both of you.

Your door flew open, and you immediately clutched your towel against your figure in case you weren't as covered up as you thought. Your heartbeat rang into your ears, with your body tensing up to see Jake in your doorway.

"Do you ever knock?" You groaned. You shot him a stern look, then began to pull out a pair of sweatpants from your drawer.

"You never listed that as one of your rules, y/n." He leaned against the doorframe with folded arms.

"That's an unspoken one. It's a privacy thing, Jake. I mean, what if I was indecent?" You set the grey-washed pants on top of your dresser.

"Well, you weren't. But it won't happen again." He threw up his hands in defense, then folding them again.

"Alright, now that we have that cleared, can you get out? Please?"

"Fine," he leaned off of the doorframe, "you're a bit angry tonight, aren't you?"

"You scared the shit out of me, so I'm a bit tense. Do you blame me?"

"Did you forget that I live here now?" He stepped into your room.

You watched his movements. He didn't come over to you, but instead decided to wander around your room that he had yet to discover fully. The new environment seemed to intrigue him, but that could be him playing the role in trying to get under your skin once again.

"I tried to. I miss the silence." You turned around to see him holding a picture frame that sat at your bedside. You immediately walked over to him and grabbed it out of his hand to place it back in its rightful spot. "But, if you would please-."

"Is that your family?" He pointed to the picture.

You flicked your eyes down to see you in the middle of your parents in the photograph. You were about sixteen in that photo, with shiny teeth flashing into a smile. Your brother was next to your father, while your little sister was hugging onto your mom. "Yeah, that was during a trip we took to Hawaii." You began to notice the visible tan that you worked on, accompanied by your bright, burned red cheeks from the unforgiving sun. You let yourself remember the moment, surrounding yourself in the tropical background that was captured in the background. It was a memory that you always were fond of.

"How old are your siblings?" He pointed at your brother and sister.

"My brother is 17, and my sister is 13. I'm the oldest." You nodded.

You tore your attention of the photo and met Jake's eyes immediately. Something you quickly learned with him is that if you concentrated hard enough, you would forget you were talking to him, in the sense that you never thought he'd care about someone's life other than his own. Although, now remembering it was him who stood before you, you were filled with that gut feeling of irritation. It was something that you were unable to stop, and you weren't quite sure why you couldn't push it away. But with his body mere inches from yours, you chose to break the proximity and walk to your closet behind him.

"Are we done playing 20 questions? I'd like to change, now."

"Excuse me for trying to take your advice." He turned his body towards you. You flicked through your shirts to find one comfortable enough for the night.

He began to stride out of your room after you kept your silence, but as soon as he reached the door, you spoke up. "Did you cook something?"

He sighed, turning around to you. "Yup. Hungry?"

A faint smile hit your lips. "Made enough for me?"

"Oh, no. Was just wondering if that's why you asked." He smirked at you. He grabbed the door handle, giving you a wave with his fingers and shutting the door softly.

You threw your head back and blinked up to the ceiling for a moment. All that progress for nothing, you thought.

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You shot up from your slumber to the sound of silence filling the air. You checked the time in case you had missed your alarm only to find you were early by 30 minutes. What had woken you up at 7:30 in the morning?

And then you heard the wailing of a guitar, barely muffled by the thin walls that divided yours and Jake's bedroom. With an aggravated huff, you threw yourself out of your bed and stormed to Jake's room.

You knocked loudly enough for him to hear over his guitar, waiting a few moments for him to answer.

"Come in!" He yelled.

You flung the door open with squinted eyes. The morning sun covered your sight, and you brought the back of your hand to cover the blazing light shined onto your face to see Jake sitting on the edge of his bed.

"Can you keep it down a bit? Especially in the morning? You woke me up before my alarm for work was supposed to go off."

He pulled his pic out from his teeth and placed it in his fingers. "Told you to invest in a pair of earplugs."

"I shouldn't need to wear them to sleep because you decide to turn your amp all the way up for the neighbors to hear." You said. "If you read the papers you were signing, you'd know that quiet hours end at 8 AM, which it is not."

"You're just a ray of sunshine in the morning, aren't you?" He pulled his eyebrows together.

"Turn it down, please." You pressed.

He widened his eyes at you for a moment, then turned the knob on his amp to a lower volume.

"Thank you." You said in your best polite tone. "Why are you up so early playing anyways?"

He sighed, standing up and setting his guitar down into a stand he had set up in the corner of his room. For a moment, his figure covered the sun, and you were able to see his bare back, along with the plaid drawstring pants that hugged at his hips.

He turned to you. "Just woke up early, I guess. I like playing in the mornings to start my day. I've got a gig coming up, so I always like to make sure I'm targeting my weak points and fixing them before I get on stage."

You nodded. "Well, you can play a little bit quieter. Don't they have headphones designed to plug into amps?"

"I don't have a pair." He scratched at his head.

"Well, maybe you should invest in a pair." You lightly mimicked him. "I'm leaving for work in about an hour and a half. So, do what you want with that information."

You shut the door behind you and left to your kitchen to start on breakfast.

You quickly made yourself toast with jam, not quite examining the new products that filled your fridge. You decided to take a look when you got home, but your main priority was to just eat and wash the exhaustion off your body.

With your extra time on hand, you allowed yourself to take a longer shower than normal. Feeling the hot water trickle down your body as you scrubbed your hair with shampoo and conditioner, then turning your back to the showerhead to allow wash it all out. Relaxation overtook your body, and although that was a telltale sign that you weren't helping yourself wake up, you didn't care to dismiss the hot water and make it a bit cooler. The steam coming from the shower and fogging up the mirror in your bathroom was the perfect aroma for you as you washed your body clean and stood for a few moments to soak up just as much time as you could without wasting it under the water.

You made sure to lock your door as soon as you got out of the shower and stepped foot into your bedroom, then began to get dressed. You were thankful with how laid-back your coffee house was, which allowed you to wear a black sleek skirt and a tight white top with nonslip shoes. You went light on your makeup today, only covering up any blemishes on your skin and layering your lashes with mascara.

You checked the time on your phone, and you figured it wouldn't kill you to be early to work. Your hair was blow-dried and up in a tight ponytail, so you considered yourself ready enough and left without saying a word to Jake.

You saw Stacie at the counter, talking to your manager and turning her head over her shoulder to see you.

"We've got a lot to talk about, don't we?" She said with a sweet smile.

"Lots." You widened your eyes.

After you clocked in, greeted your manager and tied your small apron around your waist, you walked to Stacie and grabbed her wrist.

"I don't know how to win with him, Stace. There will be instances where everything is fine, having a good light-hearted conversation. And then, annoyance just builds up in my body and we start to argue. It's not like we're just teasing each other, it's more like siblings fighting over nothing. I just don't get it."

She bit back a grin. "It's only been a day and he's that bad, huh?"

"Well, I mean it's not terrible. Just...hard." You sighed. "But I'm going to stay hopeful and consider the positives over the negatives."

"So, you've made some progress? Well, that's good!" She nodded quickly with a smile.

"Barely." You leaned your hand onto the counter.

"Well, like I said, it's only been a day. I'm sure with time you guys will grow a beautiful friendship." She exaggerated with her hands.

"Ha, ha. We'll see. My hours will get cut as soon as I become manager because I'll be getting paid more to work, so no more avoiding him because I have to be here." You threw up your hand. "But I guess if he's living with me, then I should be able to tolerate him more than I do now."

"Well, what kind of progress did you make with him? Learn anything interesting about him?" She wiggled her brows.

"He likes cooking and he's close with his family. That's pretty much it. Oh, and his favorite color is red."

"How'd you learn that his favorite color was red?" She giggled.

"I asked him to play a game of icebreakers after I took his papers to the landlord. I didn't know what else to ask him, in my defense." You pressed your hand flat on your chest.

"What interests me most is that he's a cook. That makes any man a bit more attractive." She pointed at you.

"His personality cancels anything out that might make him slightly attractive. Josh told me that he was a different person when you're alone with him, and right when I think I can believe that he becomes the same person I've known."

She walked away from you to the coffee grinder. "What about starting over?"

"What?" You turned your body in her direction.

"You know, saying, 'hey, why don't we forget about our past and redo our first impressions?'" She shrugged. "It's not a bad idea, y/n."

"Maybe I should give it a few more days before I tell him he needs to reintroduce himself to me. I'm a firm believer in change, you know."

"You say that, but I think you're quite set on the fact that Jake will never change his ways."

You rolled your eyes. She was right. "So, from now on, I'm changing my mindset on him. Does that sound good to you?"

"Well, it benefits you, so yeah, it sounds like a plan. Try a breathing exercise or something next time he gets on your nerves and keep yourself cool and collected. I'm sure he feeds on your anger."

You scrunched your face at her choice of words. "That's one way to state it. He just reminds me of my little brother, always getting on my nerves."

She turned to you with a cup of coffee, placing it on the counter and pushing it out to a customer who sat at one of the barstools. "Then," she looked to you, "change your viewpoint on him. He's your roommate, not your brother."

You shrugged. "Yeah, I suppose so." You released your words with a sigh.

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You got off of work a little after lunch hour, so you weren't surprised to see Jake sitting at the island in the kitchen with an empty plate.

He lifted his eyes to you. "I was just about to call you."

You gave him a confused look. "Why?"

"Nice sentiment of you to leave your phone number on the fridge by the way," he nodded towards the dry erase board, "but I was thinking about grabbing a cup of coffee."

You set your purse onto the island after slipping off your shoes and walked over to your cabinets. "Promise me you'll never come visit me while I'm working."

He chuckled. "Why not? Are you embarrassed or something?"

You began to fill your glass with water from the fridge. "Because I don't see a point in you coming to my work for coffee when there are a ton of other places you could go to."

"Well, what if I want to visit my roommate hard at work?" He leaned over his plate towards you. "I wouldn't want to miss an opportunity to see you in that little outfit." He pointed at your work clothes.

You tugged your skirt down after setting your cup of water down. "Shut up. Your actions are usually filled with malicious intent."

"What kind of guy do you take me for? I'm harmless." He placed his hand over his heart.

You rolled your eyes. "Sure, but you annoy me. I'd like to have a bit of peace and quiet while I'm at work, since I won't be able to get it in my own home anymore."

He grabbed his plate and walked over to the sink. "Is this about me waking you up? You still hung up on that?"

You pressed your tongue into your cheek. Deep breaths, you thought, be more approachable.

"I would just like an apology, that's all. I guess I overreacted a bit this morning. I'm not much of a morning person."

He chuckled as he placed his plate into the dishwasher. "Nor am I. I like staying up late. Don't usually wake up early." He shrugged. "I'm sorry, though, for waking you up. I'll be a bit more mindful of you next time."

"Good to know you're thinking of others for once." You said with playful sarcasm. "And thanks for apologizing."

"You're so very welcome, sunshine." He said with a coy grin.

You groaned at the nickname. "Don't make that a thing."

"I think it's got a ring to it. And it's a bit ironic considering you're not really a ray of sunshine."

"Oh, and you are?" You picked up your glass.

He pretended to be in thought for a moment, lifting his chin up and pressing his lips together. "Yeah, yeah I think I am. I mean, I'm a bit more enjoyable to be around than you are."

You scoffed a bitter laugh. "You hold yourself on a high horse, you know that?"

"Well, I prefer to be confident in myself than not. Is that so bad?" He looked at you with slight confusion.

"It becomes a bad thing when you appear to be vain." You took a sip from your water and began to leave the room.

"Was that your first impression of me? Vain?" He called.

You exhaled deeply. "Yes."

You continued your steps towards your bedroom, but that didn't stop Jake from talking.

"I remember meeting you. I didn't think you were too bad. Thought you were quite nice, actually."

You turned on your heels with both hands wrapped around your cup. "Do you still think that?"

"No," he said with a grin plastered on his face, "you're aggravating."

"That's because I was annoyed with you boasting about how much of an amazing guy you were. Those kinds of things don't impress me." You nodded your head at him.

"Really? And here I thought you were head over heels for me." He teased at you with squinted eyes.

"You're funny, I'll give you that." You laughed.

He walked from the island, making his way to you with his hands shoved in his pockets. "Are you being nice to me?" He said with playful shock.

"Soak it up, Jake. Me being nice to you is going to be very rare. I still don't like you." You quirked your brows.

"Well, then I guess I'll take your very rare compliment with gratitude." He stopped in front of you. "You'll have to come around someday if you want to make living with me less 'unbearable'."

"On second thought, I think I'll just continue being bitter to you, you know, since you seem to thrive on annoying me." You cocked your head to the side.

"You might be right about that." He smirked. "But I find you somewhat difficult, so pushing you over the edge is entertaining to me."

You rolled your eyes. "And I’m the difficult one?"

"You know you didn't have to agree to this," he motioned between the both of you with his fingers, "but you did. I wasn't eager to live with you either. But I chose to be the bigger person and suck it up because in the long run, it benefits the both of us." He gave you a faint shrug. "Are we done talking about this now?"

You exhaled deeply. You wanted to push back at him, eat him out with all the anger that was built up in your body. But what was the point in being stubborn? What made you more frustrated was how true his words are. You didn't have to let him move in with you, but you did because it would help you out financially and rid you of your constant fatigue. You didn't want to pack up your things and downsize, because after all, you were attached to your apartment. You loved how it was spacious yet felt like a cozy home. And, at the end of the day, Jake was just merely a guy crashing in the room right next to yours.

You didn't need to continue the conversation any longer, so you turned away from him as a silent response and walked into your bedroom.

After shutting the door behind you, you set your water cup on your bedside table and plopped into your firm mattress. It was hard to change your mindset on Jake, despite your optimism. You couldn't force him to be a different person, so you'd have to do the same thing as him to keep yourself sane: suck it up, and let things be the way that they are. If you were unable to see him in a different light, then so be it. But that's no reason for you to act out in immaturity and make him feel miserable in his new home.

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-part three-

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[slutnali]

Do u think drag race Stan’s from Twitter are gonna migrate here or stick to IG and tiktok… bc if they come here what if there’s ficgate 3.0

#even tho a lot of them def read fic behind closed doors but would shit talk it when a queen brought it up 🤔

[gurggggleburgle]

following up as a sequel to my hot take of i don't think the mxtx boys from other series would ever really be friends I don't think any of the tops in these books would ever get along outside of mutual tolerance.

For one I don't think Lan Zhan could stand Luo Binghe for more than five minutes at a time because Luo Binghe is everything he can't stand amped to 12. Lan Zhan is someone who values emotional independence and freedom and automony in his SO and Binghe... is Binghe. A 20s wreck who by the end of the book realizes he needs to really work on his extreme emotional dependence and trust issues and also is more than willing to be manipulative to get what he wants. He's a mess and I love him. Also... like I feel fandom constantly forgets that Lan Zhan post 13 years is almost 40 and a thing you realize as you age is that it becomes harder and harder to deal with people that much younger than you. I'm not even 35 yet but I can't stand 20 year olds half the time. They annoy me greatly. Luo Binghe himself would never have anything of interest to say to them to. Luo Binghe would not put in the effort to understand or connect with Lan Zhan unless he has to because that's the kind person Luo Binghe is. Luo Binghe is extremely transactional in how he processes relationships for the most part. He's just not going to make that connection.

Meanwhile with Hua Cheng and Binghe i just don't think they have literally anything to talk about with each other despite being the most similar in terms of personality and such. I feel Hua Cheng would see himself in Binghe but in the 'oh gross looking at middle school pictures of myself' manner. They would tolerate each other have respect but that's it. Binghe at best is asking for advice form Hua Cheng. And Ghost Mc Sugar daddy never contacts him otherwise.

Meanwhile I think Lan Zhan and Hua Cheng are on good terms and get along. They can have a conversation and be amicable but I can't see why they would ever bother without an outside reason. Like them being neighbors who both hate the HOA or just 'hey can we enter your domain to kill a ghost?' sort of thing. Lan Zhan himself would never seek out Hua Cheng on his own and this isn't because i think Lan Zhan is incapable of friends. It's the opposite. I think Wangji actually has a decent number of actual friends (even if he doesn't actively say they're friends and it's just these are the people he sees often and is on good terms with) but you have to approach him or make him interested or he just doesn't care or bother most the time. Hua Cheng himself doesn't seem like the kind of guy to bother.

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Shiz rid that tiny spoiler for royal!jk fckk i can already tell he’s out to get our hearts and 🐱

ahhh yeah, royal jk is out to appreciate your 🐱 first, and then to snatch your heart to eat it for dinner </3

#he's cruel 🤕 #but he's also the typa guy to ask you to dance in public vv gently.. before ripping the corset off your body behind closed doors #i was gonna give another tiiiiny spoiler but i shall hold back *bites fist* #notes for rid 🌹 #anon #fic: candles & flames [working title]

[allylikethecat]

just wanted to say how much i appreciate the grace with which you address both your writing and its fans

truly blessed to have you in the fandom

Oh my gosh way to make me cry! This might just be one of the nicest messages I've ever received! Thank you so much, I'm so completely and absolutely blown away by the fact that there are even "fans" of my writing (I like to think that it's more like we're friends that haven't formally met yet), and am just so grateful for anyone who takes time out of their day, and out of the hundreds of thousands of fanworks out there decides to click on one of mine, and then some of y'all even like it enough to leave a comment or send me an ask on Tumblr? Absolutely incredible! I know I got a little down on myself earlier this week, and the amount of sheer kindness that I was met with was so amazing and made me really happy to have found a little niche community to be a part of.

Fandom is my happy place away from the stress and pressure of being an adult in the real world, and I'm just so happy, overjoyed really, to have found our little group that enjoys the same kind of content as myself and where we can build one another up. I really enjoy writing, and even if I wasn't sharing it on the internet, would continue to do so because it's something that brings me joy, but the fact that I can also share it with y'all? And then get nice messages like this? I'M the one that's blessed to have found you lovely people. Even if I enjoy writing / reading about angst and suffering, my ultimate goal is to bring joy to people and spread some kindness- there is so much negativity IRL, online and even in these fandom spaces. I might have lost my way a little bit with the self doubt, but negativity is not my vibe and I just want to keep the good ~feels~ going!

At the end of the day, we're all here to have a good time and while opinions and tastes may differ, we are all just looking to share in something we enjoy (fandom!) and I am so happy to be apart of it! So thank YOU for blessing ME by reading my fics and sending this ask- it really made me smile.

❤️Ally

#allylikethecat #ask ally #anon ask #fanfiction #keep it kind #good vibes only #just here to have a good time #and read and write about some fictionalized version of band members #and fictionalized versions of hockey players #and also the already fictionalized dudes from top gun because wow i love those movies #my parents raised me that if you don't have something nice to say don't say it at all #and that you don't know someone elses situation and what goes on behind closed doors #so everyone should be treated with respect and dignity #even if yall have differing opinions #thats something i try to live by #i hope thats something i am able to convey to anyone reading my fic #not gonna lie when i see the same user names leaving kudos or commenting or liking or reblogging my posts #in my head we're friends #even if we've never spoken

[majimassqueaktoy]

there's just something about imagining Majima helping Makoto with her hair and make-up that's just so... Sweet.

#like the idea of makoto having intimacy with a man in /that/ kind of way just soothes my soul #but its also the idea of majima getting to embrace femininty in a quiet way behind closed doors... #i really want to write a fic where Makoto just notices Majimas like thumbing over her dresses #and how he picks up her lipstick sometimes and looks at it #and she just eventually is like. oh. #and she starts encouraging him to explore in her own little ways #idk think itd be sweet #but also like. majima in lingerie and makoto with the strap too yk? <3 #lmao #majimako

[ao3feed-larry]

Behind closed doors

by bluegreenish

“You should ask that whoever he’s currently fucking.”

Liam’s eyes grow wide.

“No.” His tone is unbelieving, just like Louis’ would’ve been if you had told him what turn today would take.

“Yes.”

“How do you know?”

Louis’ room mate’s eyes barely leave him as he tries to untie his shoes without looking.

“Went to his dorm earlier, found a sock on his door handle. He’s such an arsehole.”

 or, the one where omega Louis finds a sock on alpha Harry's door handle that causes a big misunderstanding but is also the beginning of something new.

Words: 10323, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles, Liam Payne, Niall Horan, mentioned Zayn Malik - Character

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Omega Louis Tomlinson, Alpha Harry Styles, Omega Liam Payne, Alpha Niall Horan, Alpha Zayn Malik, Jealousy, Friends With Benefits To Lovers, or actually fwb to temporary enemies to lovers, Misunderstandings, Smut, How is make-up sex not a tag, Anal Sex, Top Harry, Bottom Louis, Louis thinks Harry is cheating but he is Not, I repeat no cheating, no betas of any kind involved lol

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