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amorchai · 8 days

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hii !! i was wondering if i could mayyyebebee request an abed nadir x reader fic?:??::??. there’s nothing of him at all and i love him so bad:( just like go crazy lol:) i would love a romantic relationship in it and preferably with a gender neutral reader please<3 thank you so so so much i appreciate u!!!!

abed finds out you like him.

pairing(s): abed nadir x reader

words: 738

warnings/tags: mentions of neurotypical, abed not understanding, i try to write abed as accurately and appropriate as possible i hope my depiction of him is okay!

abed wasn’t one for social cues. you knew this from the start of being in the chaotic study group. whenever someone was sarcastic, he thought they were serious. and if someone was unhappy with him it sometimes took abed a while to notice.

however, you trying to let abed know you like him through simple signs was hellish. even a neurotypical person may not even get the signs, therefore poor abed nadir never stood the chance.

troy, as the role of abed’s best friend – practically platonic boyfriend – did notice the signs. watching as you took more than an interest in his movie rants than even troy could sometimes bear, bringing him hot chocolate in the morning, or asking him fitting questions and smiling lovingly as you watched him go into overdrive and talk it out.

annie and troy would fangirl over it, fawning over their best friend having a love interest. oh how badly they wanted abed to have someone, especially someone like you, who treated him just as well as they did.

troy had been desperate to tell abed, knowing you struggled on that end. but after months, annie had begged troy not to ruin the story and that it’ll happen when it’s meant to.

however, his promise to keep it to himself didn’t last long. since, one day, after you left their shared apartment – all lovey dovey eyed after hours of watching abed’s favourite movie per your request – troy immediately let it spill.

annie was smiling, watching abed as the door clicked shut and troy reluctantly set his third chocolate cake slice down to the side, “y/n likes you!”

immediately, annie’s smile drops, landing a swift smack against troy’s arm from sitting beside him, “troy! what did i tell you?” they bicker slightly, at first not noticing their best friend’s confused expression.

“what do you mean?”

annie sighs, looking over to abed who is trying to process the news in his own way – which seems to be slightly confusing but overwhelming him all at the same time.

“… what troy’s trying to tell you is that y/n likes you, like… in a romantic way abed.”

abed’s eyes are darting, eyebrows frowned as he continues to intake the words his friend’s tell him. “in a ‘let’s get together’ way?” asks abed, and they both nod in reply, expectantly watching his expressional response.

abed didn’t depict this in their television show, although he did portray you as the ‘pretty one’ or as the ‘caring and kind’ one of the group which he is now realising is because he thought those things himself.

so, without responding, abed stands, shocking his friend’s as he runs to the door and quickly down the hall. “abed! abed, where are you going?” troy yells desperately, worried tones while annie mutters, “look what you did.”

he doesn’t stop, reading the front door wedged open with an old brick and towards your frame, now opening your car door to drive home. “y/n!” you hear and pause, turning to see abed trudging over.

“abed- whats going on-?” your interrupted as abed kisses you, short but slightly breath-taking as your mind goes blank, in disbelief. once he pulls away, abed says nothing, making you speak first, “is that one of your movie character moments or…” you trail off, unsure what else it would be.

“you like me.”

you groan embarrassed, “i’m gonna kill troy i swear.”

“i like you.”

you pause, looking up at his daring eyes, scanning your confused expression, “y-you do?” you ask him.

“yeah… i think so.”

usually, that answer would worry you, but it was different with abed, it was a major moment between you both in that moment. abed nadir hardly admitted feelings, especially in a romantic sense, unless he was depicting a character.

“do you think annie and troy will be watching us from the window?” you ask with a giggle and abed smiles, immediately responding, “absolutely.”

you lean up, pressing a long and heartfelt kiss to abed’s cheek and you watch his reaction, taken aback but a small smile still covers his face. his fingers touch the spot, his cheeks heating up like a furnace while you spin round to your open door to your car.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, abed, okay?”

“okay.” abed replies, waving you goodbye as you drive off, knowing he will go back into chaos of annie and troy squealing and celebrating their friend’s newfound romance.

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the-badger-mole · 7 months

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Hi! Been loving your blog and writing!

I really like your characterization and opinions of A.ang. It’s nice to read fan fic and blogs that just gets it. Down the road and back again was just *chef’s kiss*. (Also uncharted waters I’m loving! I never know what to expect and each chapter is so good)

Anyways I was wondering if you have any head cannon’s of what a K.ataang marriage would look like? For me I imagine it being it being extremely passive aggressive, also A.ang is really selfish so that definitely would hurt their marriage. It’s kind of like the opposite side of the toxic coin with M.aiko being a screaming match and in your face constantly breaking up, K.ataang would be toxic but it’s quite and they would try to save face in public. I don’t know What do you think?

I kind of touched on it in Choices and Consequences, but I picture it being a lot of Katara swallowing her feelings and being a single mother to four children. I don't believe she was ever actually in love with Aang. She may have tried to tell herself she was, but I think the only reason she ended up with Aang is because she felt like she owed him. Kataang was unhealthy on both their parts, and while I do tend to focus on Aang (because he's awful, and I will not ever stop pointing that out), I think Katara was guilty of putting him on a pedestal. She knew the Avatar would save the world, and I think that's why she ignored Aang's flaws. Everyone wanted to end the war, but for her, it was a deeply intense and personal desire, and the Avatar would be the one to deliver that. It's a lot of pressure to put on a 12 year old who grew up slow in a world without war, and she knew that. On some level, Katara was aware of how much pressure Aang was under, which is why I think she was so insistent on everyone being gentle with him, even though they didn't have that kind of time. Then when he actually did end the war (he didn't, at least not alone, but the show refused to give credit where it was due) Katara felt some sort of obligation towards him and called it love.

Katara is a smart, passionate girl, and she would've wanted a partner who would appreciate that and respect her thoughts, feelings and opinions. The glimpses of her relationship with Aang in the early comics show me that she didn't have that with him. Aang didn't respect her feelings over those of his fangirls. He ignored her discomfort, and even thanked her for understanding why he needed to connect with those girls who were being horribly disrespectful because "sharing his culture"🤮. It wasn't their treatment of her that upset him. It was them doing something that offended him personally.

Meanwhile, Katara had to swallow her own feelings and smile through it all. That's how I see their relationship going. I think Katara might have convinced herself that he respected her thoughts and opinions because he relied on her as a caregiver and he took her everywhere, but I think as he grew into his own, he would've expected her to step back and be contented to be a homemaker/broodmare while he did the important Avatar work, which is why I think Katara wasn't present in that scene in LoK where bloodbending was banned, even though she was ostensibly the only other bloodbender in the world, but Aang was front and center. It's also my theory on why when Aang was about to go all in on pushing for anti-miscegenation, instead of her telling him that it would be a bad idea because of the effects it would have on the families and communities Aang would be separating, she appealed to how it would affect him.

I don't think their marriage would be passive aggressive. I think Katara would just make herself as small as possible and do her best to keep the Avatar happy and on track because that's what she owed him. She'd have moments of acknowledging her deep unhappiness and regret, but she wouldn't dwell on it. And she would convince herself she was content to be a devoted wife and mother, and nothing else.

#atla #anti aang #anti kataang #honestly the comics and lok make me feel so depressed for katara #she really gave that jerk her entire life #just for him to be as bad a father as he was a husband #and a horrid avatar #it's like bryke WANTS me to hate their pet ship #THE YEAR OF CONTENT!!!!

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ambear9 · 8 months

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fic stats meme

tagged by no one

rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.

the most hits

Can I Borrow and Egg? (44,175 words) E

“Can I help you?” Derek really didn’t want to open the door, but the smell of the person on the other side was intriguing and he needed to know who it belonged to. “Um sorry to bother you, but um do have an egg I can borrow” The guy was wearing fuzzy batman pajama pants and a red zip-up sweater zipped only halfway with no shirt underneath like he just threw it on to walk over here. “Borrow?” Derek raised an eyebrow “Do you plan to return it?” he was trying really hard not to look at the small patch of chest hair that he desperately wanted to touch. “Well no, I plan on buying more eggs when I get my Jeep working again then I’ll return an egg to you, not the exact one” “Derek give the poor kid an egg” Laura yelled from inside the house “I’m an adult” The guy called back “Not a kid”

second most kudos

Passing Notes (7,577 words) E

“And Stiles, as for the paper due next week, I don’t need to know about circumcision” “Got it” Stiles was going to have to drop that class now, even though, yes he did take it because he was bored and needed another credit and Professor Hale was one of the best-looking people he has ever seen, especially when he was wearing his black-rimmed glasses, and the way his long sleeves shirts were cuffed right below his elbow, “Enough of that” Stiles mumbled to himself after running into a plastic trash bin and almost falling over.

third most comments

"I didn’t know it was possible to fall in love with someone without even seeing their face" (33,755 words) E

Stiles didn’t like answering unknown numbers but he was bored and hoping to mess with a scammer. Turns out it was a wrong number, but he felt bad for the guy so we helped him with his computer. He thought that was the end of it, but it turned into one of the best years of his life.

fourth most bookmarks

Coffee & Camo (17,219 words) E

Stiles owns a coffee shop and has a crush on his regular customer. but then the customer stops coming in and Stiles has no idea what happened until he gets a letter in the mail from Sergeant Derek Hale.

fifth most words

Trying to See Through the Rain Coming Down (32,376 words) E

“I need to file a missing person report” “Okay” Stiles didn’t look up from his book, just grabbed one of the papers off the shelf behind him and handed to the man “Fill this out and I’ll get an officer to come out and talk to you” “You’re not even going to look up? My sister is missing and you’re just going to keep reading your stupid book” he yanked the book out of Stiles’ hand and threw it across the precinct almost hitting the Sheriff who had come out of his office to see what the yelling was about. “Sorry” Stiles stood up “It’s just that” “Can I help you?” His dad asked trying to diffuse the situation before Stiles was the next thing thrown across the room “I’m in town visiting my sister and she went to the grocery store Friday afternoon and never came back, she isn’t answering her phone and I can’t find her anywhere” Or the one where Laura dies and Derek is left to take care of her twins with the help of an officer and a newly bitten werewolf.

fic with the least words

Donuts (1,552 words) E

Stiles got an idea while out getting his morning coffee.

tagging: @theinternetisfulloftrash, @just-another-busy-fangirl @7thleveldown, @evanesdust, @phantomlove908, @theboboshow @teacupghost5

and anyone who wants to share

#sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #teen wolf #fanfiction #ao3

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silenzahra · 1 month

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Happy Easter, dear friends 🥰💐

Hope you're all having an amazing Sunday 🥰✨

Holy Week has not been easy for me this year, and I wanted to personally thank @itsavee4117 @bberetd @vulpixfairy1985 @peaches2217 @keakruiser @pepperycar @kelbreyworshipper @roscolate @supergay-64 and the Anon from this ask for all the love and support you've showed me in these hard days. You're all so kind and amazing 🥰 You all live in my heart rent-free, just like Mario and Luigi 🫂💖

Some personal stuff under the cut, so it's totally fine if you don't wanna read it 🥰 Happy Easter again and thank you so much! I love you! 🫂💖

Both family members that were sick at the beginning of the Holy Week, my auntie (and godmother) and my dad's uncle, are now resting and with God. On the one hand I feel happy that they're not suffering anymore, since they were both fighting cancer, and that they've reunited with their relatives (my auntie specifically had said many times she wanted to reunite with her parents, my grandparents, who passed in 2018).

On the other hand though... I still have a grieving process ahead of me. I've obviously cried for both of them, but you know, even if I did... I feel like I'm still at the start. Still in denial. And it's impossible to know when I'll move on to the next stage, but in the meantime, I really feel like I need to be back on here. Maybe not entirely, maybe not with the same frequency as before, but this site has become an important part of my life and I miss it here.

You all have become an important part of my life and I miss you, dear friends 💖💖💖

I'm still not completely ready to fangirl again. I wanna properly enjoy your content as it deserves, so please excuse me if I don't go and catch up just yet. And if you've written something or plan to post a new story soon, rest assured that I'll read it when I'm feeling better. Again, to properly enjoy it. I'll be more than happy if you continue to tag me so I can go and easily find your stories once I'm ready. Hope you understand 🙏💖

As for my own writing... Tomorrow's April 1st, which means the beginning of Camp NaNoWriMo, a writing challenge that encourages you to write daily by setting your own goals (it's different from NaNoWriMo, which takes place in November and encourages you to write 1667 words per day in order to write a 50k words novel during the month). I totally intended to participate so as to try and work on as many fics as possible during April.

But in the state I am right now, I'm afraid that's not gonna happen. My creativity is simply gone right now. I just don't feel like writing stories at the moment, and I truly miss it, but my mind simply won't cooperate. And I'm obviously not going to force anything. I don't know when I'll get back to writing, but it's not going to be this week, unfortunately. Sorry to keep you waiting for new content 🙏💖

Also, I would like to fangirl over Princess Peach Showtime, as this game has truly meant my salvation during these hard days. I'm actually close to beat it, so, again, once I'm ready to fangirl, expect a post (or two) with my impressions 🥰 Spoiler: I love it 🤭🩷

As for the following days, I think I'll try and go find some beautiful art to cheer me up, especially the brothers. I would like to thank Kea again for their lovely post full of wholesome gifs, for it's really helped me feel better. I would certainly LOVE to see more of these. Would anyone like to send me some more cute brotherly gifs to lift my spirits, please? Mario and Luigi always brighten my soul, so I would really appreciate it 🫂💖

Again, dear friends, thank you so much for being there for me. You're all incredible and kind and sweet and I love you so so much 🥰 You can obviously count on me too whenever you're going through hard times. You've been there for me, so you bet I'm gonna be here for you 🫂💖

Hope I can slowly but surely catch up during next week. Love you all 🫂💖💖💖

#personal stuff #I miss it here #I miss you guys 💖#still not ready to be totally back #but we'll get there #I also miss fangirling actually #I cannot thank you all enough for having been there for me #I'll never forget it #I love you so so much 💖

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brakingpoint · 5 months

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Adding onto the point you made about rpf and I just wanna mention the video that Mercedes released of George reacting to his 'meme' scenes and imo you can clearly tell that at one point he was just so uncomfortable? And how that is not okay because at the end of the day thay are the ones providing the content and if they all are made to feel like that, than i wouldn't be suprised if they just stopped sharing personal stuff?

i checked this video out after seeing this ask and it was certainly just... a choice to have him react to one girl's extended tiktok that was just thirsting over his photoshoot. like it wasn't actually a "meme" there was no real humour to it there was nothing for him to really say about it (which i think at least partially contributes to his awkwardness in that section)... like the person who made that tiktok is in the comments and she's chill about it seemingly but it's such a weird decision. i know "celebrities read thirst tweets" has been a thing for years but that's normally quick, snappy, slightly absurd statements that actually are funny enough to get a reaction, plus they usually blur out the author's handle & photo and often their display name too. to just make you look at one young woman's actual face and listen to her actual voice for a minute straight as she talks (fairly blandly, no offence to this woman, she was just trying to generically thirst in peace i presume) about how good you look in a photoshoot is just... so strange and i can't figure out what the person who planned that video thought the appeal of that section would be or what george would possibly have to say about it?

imo that definitely comes into the same category as admins using ship names etc in that they're taking things that are definitely intended for intra-community conversation and, because in the current age of social media (and especially on hyper-algorithmic platforms like tiktok) fan spaces and official spaces are exactly the same thing, decide that they can get more attention from the younger fangirl [theoretically gender neutral, though i'd guarantee marketing teams aren't viewing it that way] demographic by acknowledging them and leaning into the lack of separation between church and state (blorbocedes, 2023).

then people who are new to fandom & don't know the etiquette, especially in rpf fandoms, think - quite understandably, if this is the way admins are acting - oh cool, well in that case it's okay and normal for me to talk about ships/thirst/my y/n fantasies to the drivers and teams, and if that gets engagement the admins will continue blurring those lines and pandering to the shipper demographic as far as they can without actually getting into inappropriate territory, and this will make the existence of the rpf side of f1 fandom even more noticeable & something of a curiosity attraction to other types of fan. and as has already been discussed all this almost certainly won't lead to a "George and Lewis Read Your Fanfictions" video posted by mercedes-amg petronas f1 team's official youtube channel. but it could more realistically lead to one of like lando or max's mates namedropping everything changes or whatever in a twitch stream as a gag. which, i must stress, we also do not want

really tl;dr i guess it's. as people have been saying, a lot of the drivers are probably aware that rpf (slash fics or x reader) exists. we live in a post-larry world after all. but that does not mean they need to be privy to the details or have it shoved in their faces or have open discussion around it encouraged by their own social media teams

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gimmequeerbooks · 7 months

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Carry On by Rainbow Rowell (review/rec)

Genre: Fantasy

My rating: 9/10

I feel like Tumblr is well aware of these books already, but I figured it was a solid start as any.

Carry On and its subsequent books was such a pleasant surprise! Years ago, I had read Fangirl, another book by Rowell. And I loved it! I also recommend that one, but there are no LGBTQ+ characters or themes from what I remember. In it, the main character, Cath, was writing a fanfic from her favorite book series from childhood, Simon Snow. Simon Snow evidently involved a teenage boy named Simon whom attended wizarding school. Oddly, some sort of event or disaster would happen at this school every year, with Simon and his friends (but mostly Simon), being at the center of it. Simon would appear to be some sort of “chosen one”. Sound familiar?

Carry On, is the fanfic that Cath was working on. From Fangirl, we already knew that it followed Simon through his last year at wizarding school and that Cath possibly made the best enemies to lovers story known to the world of fanfiction. I actually avoided reading Carry On for a long time because I usually really hate Harry Potter fics. Not to mention that I thought it was going to be a lot like other spin-off books that end up just being boring. Eventually, out of desperation to find more queer stories, I caved, and I found out that my assumptions were absolutely wrong. It turns out that Cath really did write an excellent enemies to lovers story!

The characters are extremely relatable, and over the series we get to see how these characters develop from teenagers to young adults. I love that we also get to see how they react emotionally to the things that have happened to them as well. Unlike a lot of Chosen-One stories where the main trio can just take on challenge after challenge and make it out seemingly unfazed, it feels like Carry On pulls back the curtain on what these sorts of characters would actually be dealing with after facing huge, life-altering events. I’d like to say more here, but I’m afraid that I will spoil them!

The world of Simon Snow is also pretty hilarious. Every once in a while, Rowell will seemingly poke fun at Harry Potter’s plot holes or stupid rules. These books had me laughing when it didn’t have me in Deep Introspection Mode. What with its tongue-twisters of spells taken from nursery rhymes and the main villain being named “The Insidious Humdrum”. That being said, while Carry On perhaps has its roots in Harry Potter, it is a complete story in its own right. Instead of being about the up-and-coming Chosen One and the chaos that ensues, Carry On is more-so about how people can and do move on and grow after their world was turned upside-down. Most Chosen-One stories, and really most young adult fiction books, end with high school, and I can't tell you how much I appreciate the Rowell gave Simon and his friends a future beyond just high school. I love how she shows how at every age there are new challenges to face. Life goes on beyond high school!

Of course, I don’t want to forget the reason that these books have made it onto my blog! Where is the gay content!? The main characters, Simon and Baz fall in love, and it’s adorable. Simon doesn’t realize at first that he may be into men, so he has to have a bit of self-discovery there. Meanwhile, Baz thinks he’s pining for a straight boy who could never fall in love with his enemy and rival and hates vampires, like him. It’s like if Malfoy and Harry were to fall in love, except Malfoy actually has some redeeming qualities and proves that he’s quite nice. I feel like this comparison still doesn’t do Simon and Baz justice though. Rowell also shows the awkwardness between first loves and how it may not always be smooth sailing throughout the books. In addition, I have a headcanon that Penelope, another one of the main characters, may be somewhere on the demiromantic and/or demisexual spectrum.

If your in the mood for laughing, some crying (or both at once), discussions about change, and the feeling that you just want to reach into the books to give a hug to people that don’t exist I highly recommend the Simon Snow trilogy.

#queer books #lgbtq+ books #rainbow rowell #simon snow #carry on #simon snow series #gay books #lgbtq+#booklr #books and reading #book review #book recommendations

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sequencefairy · 4 months

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Writing Wrap-Up 2023

It is, once again, the end of the year! I wrote a lot!

First of all, I have officially published all my original stuff written for Space Fruit Press on Amazon Kindle under my penname, so if you enjoy my fic, I would love to encourage you to check out my original stuff, too, since all those dollars help me on the journey to doing that full time instead of having a full time job that really cuts into my fangirl time.

In addition to what is available on Amazon, there is another anthology of work coming from the press, and I will have a story in it! I need to write it, but it will exist. I'm very excited about this story, as well.

From a fanfic perspective, I have published only three things this year:

And I Was Never Afraid of the Dark (Oh, the Weapon You Made of My Heart) - shyan, wip, unfinished, 9.4k, demon!shane

Shane pulls Ryan out of Hell at 3:37 on a Tuesday afternoon. He’s not looking at his watch at the time, but he infers the time later after he’s finally managed to get up off the desert floor, and has hauled them both back to the car he’d parked in the lot at the trailhead a little over a week ago. Ryan’s a deadweight in Shane’s grip, head lolling back against Shane’s shoulder and body limp and unhelpful in Shane’s arms. His eyes are closed.

My Rivers Tilt Towards You - geraskier, fae!jaskier, 29k, strangers to friends to lovers, canon-divergent au

Geralt pushes the door open one-handed. As it creaks, announcing his presence, Jaskier looks up from the long table he’s sitting at. There’s a mug of something at the bard’s elbow and his songbook is open in front of him. “Geralt,” he says in greeting, and for a moment, Geralt is sure that the bard’s eyes shine in the dark, reflective like his own. He blinks, and the moment passes. Jaskier’s mouth curves into a smile. “Is it done, then?”

Coax the Cold Right Out of Me - shyan, complete, 4.1k, vampire!shane, established relationship

“Shane,” Ryan says, insistent, eyes gleaming in the dark. Shane lets his eyes fall shut, and sighs. The little red and white cooler they usually bring on shoots got left behind at the hotel, an hour and a half away in Jackson. “I’ll be fine,” he says, not looking at Ryan, and ignoring the ache in his gums. He’s gone longer without, he can make it through one shoot and then the drive back before being sated. “You don’t have to be.”

(more rambling under the cut)

So I spent too long making this, but whatever. Let's have fun with infographics, baby!

Anyway, interesting look at the last couple of years for me! I have clearly been in a quality over quantity place regarding wordcounts + things published over the last few years.

I have, over the past couple of years, been feeling like my writing has changed quite a lot, both in terms of what I am interested in writing, and also what I am interested in publishing both to AO3 and as original work.

I think there's also probably something in here about the fall out from the pandemic, as well as something about the fact that I've been medicated for the ADHD for a year now, and I've had to learn how to write in a way that is not an unhealthy coping mechanism and instead as something I do for fun, as a hobby that I enjoy.

What I have been producing lately, in 2023, is some of my favourite writing I've ever done, and I feel like I really levelled up this year in terms of tackling themes and ideas that the me of 2021 wouldn't have even imagined was possible.

With that said, the other fun comparison across years is this one:

Clearly, when you only publish three things in a year, it skews your stats, but I do also think that My Rivers was definitely a thing I needed to finish and write in order to become the person who is currently sitting on about 70k or so of active WIP for a different fandom altogether.

I adore, always, all the love that my shyan fic gets, this fandom is demonstrative in a way that no other fandom has ever been for me, and I've made the best kind of friends in this fandom. Even if I never publish another shyan fic ever (which I am certainly not saying is the case), I still treasure every single one of these fics which allowed me to meet people who've become extremely fucking important to me.

In addition to published fic, of course, the other thing to talk about is all that stuff I'm sitting on that hasn't been published (yet).

These are the seven most active of my WIPs. I am desiring to publish Moonlight on Broken Glass before the end of December, but since I'm the porn and instead of writing it, I keep going back to refine other parts of it, I have some doubts in my ability to get a draft done in the next few days.

All together, that's about 82k of wip, in various states of done that I'm working on. So, really, this year, I've written like, well over 100k, which is always my quiet goal going into any given year.

I don't have anything else to say about this, but I had fun making these little pictures and looking at all my wips. It was, all told, a good year for writing, even if it started off kinda slow.

#things jess says #am writing #writing wrap up #i just like to look at things over the course of a year

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lady-rose-moon · 2 years

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The Selection || Preview || Loki Laufeyson x Reader ||

Hello everybody, I have recently finished the first book to a series called 'The Selection' and I thought that it was perfect Loki material! I am aware that somebody on AO3 has done this before but I promise I am in no way copying from them! If someone can link the AO3 fic, I would like that but otherwise, this is my own take.

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The Selection came around again and this year, you were eligible to sign up for it. You didn't want to, of course, coming from a family that barely got by through the winter and knowing that the Royals had no idea how much people like you suffered. However, your little sister signed you up and now your name is called on the television as one of the lucky twelve to move to the capital and begin the games to winning the Prince's heart.

Two years ago, the Selection had televised Prince Thor's journey to finding a wife. This year, it was Prince Loki's turn.

Prince Loki. The 'Dark Prince', not seen a lot in public other than the times that Prince Thor dragged him outside. Closed off. Self-centred. Arrogant. Right?

Follow Y/N through her journey from beginning to end. With eleven other contestants, will you win Prince Loki's heart?

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Preview:

"Might I ask why you're so off around me?" a voice sounded from behind you, causing you to jump and rise from your seat to see the Dark Prince standing in your doorway and you dropped into a curtsy. "No, please," the Prince began quickly, holding up his hands, "no need for false formalities, dear, we both know you don't mean it."

You stared at him in shock before returning to a natural stance as you stared at him. "I just miss home," you admitted, admiring your painted nails with disgust, you weren't used to such fine grooming, "my home is so different."

"How different?" Loki asked, stepping further into the room, closing the door behind him and leaning against it, one sultry eyebrow raised as he waited for you to begin again.

"For one, ladies do not have time for dresses, nail polishes and two baths a day," you explained, unconsciously scratching at the polish in an attempt to get it off, "for another, we do not have the money for such finery so why should we be given it here?"

"Because you are the King and Queen's guests," Loki replied easily, his head tilted to the side as he studied you. His eyes glinted as he admired you, the deep emerald piercing through you and making you feel bare as he studied you. "Your family is getting paid as long as you're away, where is the issue?"

"Them getting paid will not keep the rest of our town from being poor, your highness," you scoffed, crossing your arms and meeting his intense gaze with a brow raised and a scowl, "if anything, my parents have probably been donating the money since it started coming in."

Loki hummed and stood straight, striding over to you and grasping your hand, bending to press a formal kiss to your knuckle before straightening again and heading for the door. From over his shoulder, he addressed you again, "I shall keep you here as long as possible. To make sure your town thrives off the money your parents get given. Good evening, Princess."

With that, the Dark Prince was gone and you were left confused. What was that about?!

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shadoedseptmbr · 3 months

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20 Questions for fic writers

tagged by @wrathoscribbles Thank you!!! <3

hmm, i am where these things go to die but feel free to tag me if you get the urge to run with it!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

115 uh, doesn't seem like that much, really

2. What’s your total A03 word count?

832,340

3. What fandoms do you write for?

well, let's see- Mass Effect, Dragon Age, MCU (caveat, all my Marvel knowledge goes into anything I write. My Hawkeye is an amalgam of the Clint i grew up with, the Clint from Fraction's run of Hawkeye, and what we were given in the MCU with all the...uh, blatantly weird dad vibes thrown out the window. I really like Laura and the kids but i have no idea what to do with Dad!Clint. He is the least Dad-shaped Avenger and i'm including like, Speedball). I haven't written Buffy or the fandom that shall not be named in literally over a decade but i do have a couple stories for each on my AO3.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

In Cupid's Little Bag of Trix

Fandoms: Thor, The Avengers (2012), MCU by way of every Marvel 'verse M Clint Barton/Darcy Lewis background Natasha/Steve Summary Darcy might have a little crush. And possibly a kink. Look, it's been a long couple of years.

Shelter

Fandoms: Dragon Age 2 E OCf!Hawke/Sebastian Summary In whom do we seek shelter? Sebastian and Hawke, figuring things out over the course of a story. mind the tags, this one goes dark and sideways but ends happy. Written before extreme tagging was a thing.

apodyopis (SO *thirsty* lol)

Fandoms: Thor The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types M Clint Barton/Darcy Lewis voyeurism but not like...no one is actually having sex Clint's just like that

Summary

Clint likes to watch his girl work. Kind of a sequel to Cupid's Little Bag of Trix but can be read alone

Steal Away Home

Fandoms: Dragon Age 2 Explicit Graphic Depictions Of Violence F/M, Multi Work in Progress Sebastian Vael/Hawke (F) Aeryn is a menace Aeryn is also an assassin Child endangerment Panic attacks fantasy PTSD childhood neglect everyone here has issues

Summary Post-game adventure including the reclaiming of Starkhaven. Sequel to Shelter. This one needs tags updated, too. Several panic attacks, several people with control issues, lots of childhood neglect and out right abuse and endangerment. We used to just assume everyone knew that was par for the course with DA but honestly.

anchor the night

Fandoms: Mass Effect Teen And Up Audiences Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings F/M Summary After the date at Apollo’s. After the bit that would fade to black, too. Mind the tags.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

oh absolutely, fandom is built on the life blood of comments and i've made some of my dearest friends fangirling over each other's fic. Plus, i've never been particularly overwhelmed by comments so it's never been a particular hardship.

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

dolore broke my own heart with that one

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

In Cupid's Little Bag of Trix, probably. Clint and Darcy are a barrel of monkeys and they're both so fucking full of zest.

8. Do you get hate on your fic?

Not that I've ever noticed. I'm fortunate enough to just get readers who want to be chill. i had someone once scold me for being mean to Alec Ryder, lol.

9. Do you write smut?

so much smut- less in Mass Effect, which is mildly hilarious given Aedan's penchants, lol.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Not unless you count the various branchings of Marvel. I don't really get the appeal.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I know.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

again, not as far as I know

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

I have! I had the high honor of writing Shep/Shep with my buddy @nightmarestudio606 with The End is Where We Begin

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

I sail an armada, lol. I multiship and my favorite varies with what day it is. Right now, Codywan is winning, heh. My favorite to *write* though... Shenko is right up there but Clint/Darcy was so much fun.

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

none of my WIPs are abandoned. I don't know if I'll ever finish Steal Away Home the way i want to, though.

16. What’s your writing strengths?

Dialogue and characterization, I think. Structurally, I have an excellent grasp of nuance when it comes to word choice in a way that lets me say a lot with not much.

17. What’s your writing weaknesses?

I'm not particularly focused and it can take a long time for me to finish work. And I tend to write without outline and that can lead to a wandering, meander of a fic.

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

Do it all the time, do my best to make it accurate. I use a smattering of Scots Gaelic for my version of Starkhaven and my source is mostly old books because i like the archaic texture of it. Several of my characters have american south accents and i elide words and use slang and drop g's. '"I am going to the store, mother," she said in her Texas twang' does not read like "Goin' t'the store, ma." and you can't make me believe you don't lose vast amounts of characterization by trying to force it to work. And overly correct dialogue is one of the first reasons i'll drop out of reading fic.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

First written? The Black Stallion (book not movie) First published online? Trixie Belden

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

hard to pick from my favorite children, lol

Cupid's Little Bag of Trix is a (now fairly heavily edited) mess of stream of consciousness that grew a plot from when i was writing quick switch omniscient pov and just expected my readers to figure it out. But i love it. And it remains the biggest boost to my writing ego as ten years after posting, i still get kudos Verge (post Omega DLC) is when i really figured out who Aedan and Kaidan are, together and it manages to wreck me all over again, every time i re-read it.

#sept memes #long post #sept writes

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mitsies · 10 months

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Hi!! Hello—I hope you don’t think I’m stalkerish, but I’m the author of Intrinsic Warmth and I came across your tumblr and oh my gosh I just wanted to say thank you ??? This is insane

I am so incredibly honoured (???) that you think so highly of my silly little Gojo fanfiction. Like, genuinely. Its description in your rec list nearly made me cry—it is so flattering and so ridiculous to me that people actually enjoy my little side hobby (which is IW)?? I write it with nowhere near the dedication that some ao3 authors do—I’m a hobby busybody as well as a school neek, which is why updates take so long!!!—and so I literally do not expect people to stick around to follow it, like, at all. And the fact that people do?? And that they look forward to updates??! I feel like I’m repeating myself but I’m genuinely in shock.

I’m trying to think of coherent things to say but I am struggling so hard, oh my gosh. I genuinely cannot convey how baffling it is to see people talking about IW in a way not directed specifically at me, like comments, or something (which is another thing!! The fact that someone—like, *you*!!—has put my fic on a REC LIST?!?! INSANE!!! *I* use rec lists! All the time!! Wtf?!?! Being put on a rec list, that’s for real ao3 authors, and I’m just someone who writes on ao3, man! Insane. Truly insane). So you know, this has been sent to the girls’ groupchat because I needed someone to freak out about it to.

I don’t even know what to say. I saw a post you made about saving IW in case ao3 went down again?? Firstly, I can assure you that ao3 is in no danger and that it’s not going anywhere—but dude, if for whatever reason some random bloody nuclear disaster doomsday apocalypse happens and it does go down, I will literally send you the latest chapters direct >:) Do not fear. Truly the least I can do, my lord.

Jesus, I feel like I need to do something! Like, is there something you want from me?? LMAO. I feel like a poser. It’s like at the end of 2013 wattpad stories where the author would host a q&a with their characters / themself. Can I answer some cool elusive question over here on tumblr?? IDK. I have no idea but I just want to show my thanks for genuinely making my week, good lord.

I think I’ve conveyed how bloody insane this is for me. I’m truly so grateful. This is wild. You’re the best. Thank you so much.

oh my GOSH. i just want to start this off by saying .. this is so embarrassing for me. holy SHIT this is embarrassing — and insane, of course, and shocking, and so so many things but i am so sorry you had to watch me fangirl 25/8 over your work.

right now how i'm feeling could best be described as a cult leader (because i think i've started a small cult in your name.. sorry) whose like deity has come down in human form to speak to them for the first time. like this is so insane, i can't fully verbalise how crazy getting this ask is 😭 in case you havent picked up im a big fan!! i know i sound absolutely insane rn and i sincerely hope i don't sound as big of an idiot as i feel but i have quite literally sent voice notes upwards of 20 minutes to my friend about your work like i am SUCH a fan

i have received so many asks, messages, dms of people who have read IW at my recommendation and it is so fully deserved :,) you are such an insanely talented wordsmith and i don't think i've ever read a fic that conveys characters in such depth and with that level of emotional complexity. i admire you and your writing so insanely much, honestly in the least weird, least crazy, least stalker way possible you are such an inspiration to me in my own writing — you are so eloquent and verbose, in a way i aspire to be !! so you're not only a fantastic writer but you're a baseline, inspiration, & motivator, and i can't thank you enough for that

i genuinely believe that intrinsic warmth is one of the most amazing things i've read on ao3, and my fav fic work overall like ever forever and ever like honestly i could be dead in the ground 6ft under and halfway to hell and i'd still find time for my monthly reread 😭😭 it's absolutely insane that you say this makes your week because oh my gosh, i will be thinking about this for the rest of the month. might even add "thatdesklamp noticed xx" to my bio for good measure ! honest to god in my silly little head u are a celebrity and im like a crazy fangirl jumping at ur feet like a chihuahua or something .. would literally jump off a bridge if you asked me to !

with all that being said, i don't think i am graceful enough to convey the absolute adoration i hold for you and your writing. like wow. like holy shit like woooow wow. that's all i've got left in me — you are amazing, i hope you know that . welcome to tumblr, trust that this will likely not be the last u hear of my fangirling :,) SO MUCH LOVE!

#don't even worry because this ask went straight to my gc so i could rave abt you even more #you ARE a real ao3 author are u kidding and in my humble unbiased opinion u are one of the best #im still in shock and will take 3-7 days to come out of a catatonic state rn so excuse this half-hearted response u deserve the world #mitz asks #TLDR: im ur biggest fan.

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The Ghost of a Touch

Chapter 1

Summary: Izuku and Katsuki attend a late night show, a game of dares resulting them into getting closer. They both react very differently to that, which makes both of them feel like they’re being rejected by the person they've been in love with for ages.

Fandom: My Hero Academia / Boku no hero academia

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Masaru, Bakusquad

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku

Word Count: 4,000

Rating: General / Teen

AO3-Link

Notes: Takes place after UA / Izuku and Katsuki are hero partners / I apologize in advance for the exploding-heart-comment, i just couldn't resist 🙇🏼‍♀️ / i know it's been over a year since i posted a full fic, i hope you enjoy it!

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3

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“I hate these”, Katsuki grumbled.

“I know”, Izuku said with a soft smile while tugging on his own collar, “It will be over before you know it”, he tried to soothe Katsuki.

But the blond just sighed, preparing himself to go on stage on some stupid late night show, half the nation would be watching, if not all of it. He knew that all that publicity stuff came along with being a pro hero, even All Might was basically a celebrity, that’s why they’ve had all those interviews to watch and all those action figures and cards to collect when they were little. He knew all of that.

He just hated it, nevertheless.

Katsuki looked over to Izuku when he felt a gentle touch. Katsuki huffed when he saw that Izuku was holding out his fist with a wide grin.

“Nerd”, Katsuki mumbled and gave Izuku a fist bump.

As always, Izuku was trying to comfort him, and Katsuki had grown too much not to admit how glad he was to have Izuku by his side. In general, of course, but especially when it came to these annoying obligations. Katsuki appreciated it even more, knowing how nervous Izuku himself got when it came to these public events.

“Remember”, their PR manager’s voice appeared behind them.

Izuku and Katsuki had hired her when they had decided to become hero partners after they had built their solo careers for a few years.

“No first names or nicknames, just Dynamight and Deku, that’s it. And as little private information as possible, the shippers out there are already going crazy over your chemistry and your respective fangirls and boys on the other hand hate you respectively for that.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes and even Izuku let out a sigh.

There would always be theorizing around pro heroes and their relationships, so the fuck what?! The public should care more about their hero performances than their private lives, for fuck’s sake.

Not that there was anything other than friendship, partnership and rivalry between them that could be revealed.

Which would always sting. Which would always mean the world to Katsuki but would never be enough at the same time.

“Are we clear?”, their PR manager raised her eyebrows expectingly.

“Yeah, whatever”, Katsuki said.

“I’ll try”, Izuku said honestly as they all knew that one or another “Kacchan” would definitely escape his lips, as it always did eventually.

“I mean”, he added in an attempt to defend himself, “Kacchan introduced himself with that nickname to AFO and the world anyways.”

“Oi!”, Katsuki complained, making Izuku chuckle.

Before their PR manager could scold them for not taking this seriously, they heard the host of the show introduce them.

“And I’m very happy and very honored to have two of the most high-ranking pro heroes here tonight, two men, who fought in the war and saved us all, two, who you all know and love – welcome, Hero Deku and Hero Dynamight!”

Izuku and Katsuki shared one last suffering but confident and amused look before walking out.

“And no cussing!”, their PR manager hissed, which made Katsuki click his tongue and Izuku press his lips together, trying not to laugh.

When the lights hit them, Katsuki immediately felt too hot. The applause and the cheers from the audience were way too loud, making his ears ring.

He hated this. He really did.

Trying to push his discomfort away, he trailed behind Izuku, shook the host’s hand, nodded at the audience and sat down.

Izuku on the other hand was beaming at the audience, already chatting with the host about appearance and all that boring shit.

But to be fair, the nerd did look absolutely gorgeous, it was almost unfair. He wore some baggy black pants, a bottom-up shirt and over that a black sweater that shimmered in all kinds of different dark green shades, harmonizing with the nerd’s eyes and hair. Katsuki’s parents designed their public outfits, and they nailed it every damn time.

“So, it has been almost a year since you started as a duo”, the host said, moving on from talking about their looks, “How is it so far?”

“People are even nosier than before”, Katsuki said matter of factly, no real heat but also no real humor in his voice.

In the corner of his eyes, he could see Izuku holding back a grin, while the audience mumbled a little.

“I mean, you two are sure interesting! You went through more events and crises than other heroes face in their entire career!”, the host stated.

What the hell was anyone supposed to answer to such obvious, dumb statements, like-

“Yes, we sure did”, Izuku said, “And we’re very lucky to have come victorious and alive out of those fights.”

Okay, never mind. Izuku knew how to answer to goddamn anything.

Once again, Katsuki was thankful that the greenhead mostly covered the small talk and the polite, kind of nonsense parts of all the interviews. Katsuki was there to deliver his confident, smartass remarks and for putting people into place when they really crossed a line with their nosiness.

“Yeah, with all our limbs and just some lame trauma”, Katsuki added.

And yeah, Katsuki had become kind of an ambassador for mental health struggles amongst pro heroes and even though he never really signed up for this, his heart was in it and he dismantled the great myth of unbothered, never angry, never sad, never in need of a break heroes whenever he could. This shit was the reason All Might got butchered by AFO all those years ago, needing to find an heir and choosing Izuku who worked himself to the bone because of the exact same, stupid narrative.

“Yes, very true, sorry to have brought that up”, the host said, shifting a little uncomfortable in his seat but still maintaining a wide, polite smile.

Hypocrite, Katsuki thought but held back.

He didn’t want to cause a scene, he wanted to get this over with as fast as possible. They would answer some more questions, probably play some weird game and would then walk out of this building, hopefully long before 11 pm.

“So, tell me, when did you come up with the idea of teaming up? Was that something you had already decided as kids? You’ve known each other since kindergarten, right?”

Ah there they were, the private questions.

“Well actually, we’ve known each other even before that, our mothers are friends.”

And count on the nerd to be there to give all the private details.

Katsuki tried not so smirk, already knowing their PR manager was face palming herself right now.

“And we did have a little fantasy hero agency back then, the-“

“Don’t say it!”, Katsuki held up a hand, slightly cringing, earning laughs from the audience.

“Why?”, Izuku also laughed, grinning at him, “Are you embarrassed we named it after you, Kacchan?”

“No, Izuku”, Katsuki emphasized, smirking at Izuku’s realization that he’d already fucked up the name-thing, straight on his first try. Another face palm for their manager. “I just think it’s lame. But not embarrassing”, Katsuki concluded.

“Then say it.”

Asshole. He knew Katsuki would never ignore a challenge, especially not on fucking national television!

“The Bakugou Agency”, he deadpanned.

Izuku snorted besides him, the audience giving him a long “Aww!”.

“Innovative”, the host mocked with a graceful tone.

That’s when Izuku turned to him, a teasing glint in his eyes and when he took a deep breath, Katsuki already knew what would come.

“Forward march and here we-“, Katsuki immediately slammed his hand over Izuku’s goddamn singing mouth, muffling the laughter that burst out of Izuku the next second.

Katsuki wanted to snap at the nerd but instead started laughing too, loud and with shaking shoulders.

The audience joined in, clearly enjoying their interaction.

The host couldn’t hold in his laughter either, asking with a little disbelief: “You had a theme song?”

Izuku dragged Katsuki’s hand from his face. “More like an anthem!”, he answered and immediately cracked up again.

“Shut up”, Katsuki wheezed out, still trembling from his laughter.

His friends would never let go of this information, begging Izuku to fully sing the song.

When the audience, the host and especially Izuku and Katsuki had calmed down again, Katsuki felt like he had just trained his core muscles.

From there on Katsuki played a more active role in the conversation. At least a little. That’s how those interviews always played out. Izuku was just his authentic, dorky self and somehow always managed to get Katsuki out of his shell, which got Katsuki a shit ton of more fans who not only liked him for his quirk, his “punky” attitude, and his looks but also for his personality.

Anyways.

After their about fifteen-minute-long interview in which they talked about missions and their head spaces on the battlefield and keeping in touch with their friends as they were all busy pro heroes, the show had a music act come up on stage to perform their new single.

Izuku was totally fanboying over them, of course, asking them for an autograph during the ad break after their performance. The band gave him one and obviously asked for theirs in return, being totally starstruck.

After the ad break had ended, they were sitting back in their seats, the host welcoming the TV audience back and introducing the game of the evening.

“Because the holidays are coming up, we will be having a charity fund raising. And the fun part is – you can all be a part of it. How, you may ask? Well, you can all submit dares on our social media accounts and we will choose some of them, here live on television, and for every dare our guests hopefully succeed, our show will put funds into the charity project. The money will go to kids in finically challenging situations. So!”, he turned to Izuku and Katsuki.

Katsuki had to restrain himself very hard from snapping at the host. Even Izuku had tensed up next to him and Katsuki was sure their PR manager had started to pray backstage.

They’ve had no idea they would’ve to do dares the audience was suggesting, probably not giving a single damn about their privacy or dignity and on top of that kind of check mating them with the child-charity-thing.

“Are you ready?”, the host asked cheerfully.

Sucker, Katsuki thought, his jaw tight.

“Sure”, Izuku said in an easy tone but people who really knew him could hear the slight annoyed undertone in his voice, “We will try our best.”

“Okay, here we go”, the host pointed to a monitor next to his desk, “The first dare says: Deku-san, I’m a big fan, can you do a handstand for a whole minute?”

“Oh”, Izuku said, clearly surprised by such an innocent request, “Of course. Thank you for supporting me.”

Katsuki relaxed too, giving Izuku an amused look. “No quirks allowed.”

Izuku looked offended while he stood up to walk a few steps away. “I would never cheat.”

He aced the handstand easily, no question and every demand after that was equally harmless.

Katsuki doing a backflip without his quirk, Izuku pouring ten cups of tea with Blackwhip in under half a minute, Katsuki making popcorn with his hands – which had Katsuki finally convinced the crew had made up the dares in advance because why on earth would they have corn lying around. After that Izuku had to eat some spicy chips, his face going fully red. Katsuki laughed at him, stealing some of the snacks and eating them as if it were nothing.

“Before we look at our last dare, let me tell you how wonderful it was to have you here, I hope you will come again!”

Not if I can help it, Katsuki bit back.

“It was our pleasure, thank you for having us”, Izuku answered politely, still having teary eyes form the spicy chips.

“Okay then, let’s look. It says…”

And when the dare came up on the screen Katsuki felt like he got punched in the face.

“Thank you for your hard work, I really love you and wish you all the best. My dare is for you two to kiss”, the host read aloud.

The audience cooed and cheered immediately, excitement washing through the crowd.

“That’s kinda morally corrupt, to be honest”, Izuku cleared his throat, a slight pink shade on his face, but again, it could still be from the spice, “When the child-aid is on the line”, he tried to play it off with a small laugh.

Katsuki swallowed hard, knowing that the longer this would take, the more awkward it would get and the more gossip would arise.

That’s why he just decided to shrug, roll his eyes and say: “Whatever, come here, nerd.”

The audience went crazy, once again cheering.

Izuku looked at him with a mixture of shock and shyness but didn’t protest when Katsuki was leaning towards him, a hand lightly cupping his cheek.

Yeah, Katsuki wanted to get this late night show over with, that was for sure. But who was he kidding?

He just really, really, really wanted to kiss Izuku, who – as he had come to terms with a long time ago – was the love of his life. Even if he could never have him like that.

Izuku’s eyes fluttered shut when Katsuki pressed his lips against his, just for a split second, just for one tiny, short peck on the lips.

~~~

Izuku’s heart felt like it was about to explode.

Did this just really happen?

Katsuki was now leaning away from him, leaving Izuku’s personal space after giving him that chaste kiss, it was barley anything really, but it made Izuku’s head spin nonetheless.

Katsuki had kissed him.

Izuku could feel his mind going into spiraling mode and felt a strong urge to mumble out his thoughts but he caught himself.

Be professional, he told himself, Don’t act out.

With that he refocused on his surroundings, noticing the ongoing cheering from the audience, the host clapping, looking quite surprised and of course, there was Katsuki, beautiful as always. Dressed in all black, a tight turtleneck, long sleeve shirt, hugging his upper body just perfectly and with a challenging smirk directed at the audience – he was just stunning.

When Izuku realized he was staring, he cleared his throat, also putting up a smile.

“You really did it!”, the host exclaimed, widely grinning.

“I mean”, Izuku shrugged, trying to act as if this was just nothing and turned to Katsuki. When their eyes met, Izuku’s stomach made a flip. “We used to kiss all the time when we were little toddlers”, he continued, “Remember?”

Katsuki scoffed. “I don’t and you don’t either, we only know because of all the pictures there are of us.”

“True”, Izuku agreed, smiling, “You also bit me when we were little.”

“That was once”, Katsuki made clear, making the audience snicker.

Izuku frowned right back, shaking his head.

Katsuki frowned. “I only remember the time you dressed up as a strawberry and I bit your cheeks.”

Once again, the audience threw a long, heartfelt “Awww!” at them. Izuku was sure their PR manager was having a crisis back there. They had broken all her rules. Except for the cursing! Katsuki hadn’t said one bad word.

Izuku huffed and said: “Yes, that, and the one time I had all those bug bites and when I complained about how they were the worst, you wanted to proof me wrong, saying there are worse things and you just bit me in the arm.”

Katsuki blinked at him for a second before he barked out a sharp laugh, throwing his head back. The crowd around them joined in.

“Sounds like me”, Katsuki shook his head, still grinning, “What a shi- nuisance of a kid”, he added with a huff.

“Don’t say that!”, Izuku slapped Katsuki on his upper warm. The blond just rolled his eyes and Izuku’s stomach trembled again when he detected fondness on his friend’s face.

Don’t, a familiar voice said inside Izuku’s head, Don’t get your hopes up. He doesn’t want you. Not like that.

It was like the world suddenly lost some of its colors.

Izuku felt like crying. He wanted nothing more to go home and crawl into his bed.

Not letting any of this show, he smiled at the host when he thanked them again, saying their goodbyes and waving at the audience and the people at home in front of their television.

~~~

Katsuki’s phone was blowing up.

He was standing outside the building the show was filmed in, waiting for Izuku who had stayed behind to give out some of their merch to the crew.

The blond let out a deep sigh.

His mood switched every 30 seconds. From excitement to anxiety to regret to confidence and back again to anxiety.

What was the thinking? He just kissed his childhood best friend, his hero partner, practically in front of the whole word.

Their PR manager had glared at them backstage, telling them they would wait what the public reaction would be before deciding if any actions were required.

“Note to self”, she had said while walking away from them, “Telling them a plan is a waste of time.”

“Kacchan didn’t cuss though. At least not really”, Izuku had called out, making Katsuki huff but she had just ignored them.

Now Katsuki was looking at the dark sky, rubbing his eyes. It was only 9:30 pm, thank fuck.

When he looked back at his phone and opened his notifications, he clicked his tongue but couldn’t hold back a scoff.

His friends had renamed their group chat into The Bakugou Agency. He should’ve expected that, as it was called Bakusquad before that, no matter how many times Katsuki had changed the name. Izuku had gifted them with his chatter about their fantasy agency.

When he read all the messages, he rolled his eyes.

[Pinky] O! M! G! Blasty!!! I’d never thought you’d make a move as ballsy as that!!

[Pikachu] I think I fainted for a second, I still can’t believe it (≧∇≦)ﾉ

[Shitty Hair] I’m so proud of you, that was so manly!

[Pikachu] Right?! Now you just have to officially date and we can finally move on from the over-a-decade-long pining over Midoriya Deku Izuku

[Tape] Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, WAIT!!

[Tape] What happened?!

[Tape] Omg, dude, did you finally ask Midoriya out????

[Tape] Hey! Someone answer me!!

[Pikachu] What the heck, Kacchan, you bit him?! ~_~

[Tape] YO! Guys, I’m on patrol, let me in on the gossip!!

[Tape] And why do we have a new group name?

[Pinky] Blasty kissed Midoriya on national television. You have to watch it when they upload it on their channel, it’s pure gold

[Pinky] I’m still shaking

[Shitty Hair] He barely said any bad words, also a plus, I know that was hard for you, man!

[Shitty Hair] But they totally made up those dares, right?

[Pinky] I mean, they had corn and spicy chips and a set of fancy china with exactly tenpieces, who has that stuff just laying around?

[Pikachu] Definitely sus

[Tape] That late night thing was today?!

[Tape] And Bakugou KISSED MIDORIYA?!!! How?!! You said something about dares?

[Shitty Hair] You have to watch it for yourself, man, I don’t want to spoil anything. It’s too good for that.

[Pinky] Ei is right, you need to see it yourself! Midoriya was adorable as always and totally looked like a snack, I can’t blame you, Baku!

[Pikachu] No one can, really

[Tape] Word

Would u all shut tf up?!

And change the damn group name ffs

[Pinky] Blastyyyyy, how do you feel?!!

[Shitty Hair] How is it going, where’s Mido?

Giving out merch

[Pikachu] Figures

[Pikachu] Take him on a date. Like NOW

I’m turning off my phone

[Tape] No, wait! Let’s brainstorm

Shouldn’t you be concentrating on ur patrol, shithead

[Tape] Nah, I called in for a break

[Pikachu] Ask him out, jokes aside, the time is now!

[Shitty Hair] Agreed

[Pinky] Definitely agreed

[Tape] One thousand percent

Katsuki frowned down on his phone.

Were his idiots right? He already kind of jumped off the cliff, right? But not quite all the way, that shitty dare was still his cover. Which wasn’t a bad thing, in case Izuku wasn’t interested in anything more than their current relationship.

Katsuki felt a sharp pain in his chest at that thought.

Izuku had played it off, not really looking at him while they were wrapping everything up backstage but also hadn’t seemed mad or upset.

Should Katsuki really ask him out? Like, right here, right now?

Shit, he thought, feeling his hands getting sweaty. What a freaking turn of events.

Katsuki raised his eyebrows a little when his phone rang. When he saw who it was, he twisted his mouth and thought about rejecting the call. But in the end pressed Accept and held his phone to his ear.

“Yeah?”

“For god’s sake, Katsuki, can you please ask Izuku out, this is getting ridiculous. You kissed him live on TV but can’t take him out for dinner?”

Katsuki sighed.

No one, really no one, was a bigger Dekudyna- or rather Katsuizu-shipper than his mother.

“That does barley count as a kiss”, he answered, despite himself in a very small voice.

“You two were great on the show”, his father chirped in, “Totally authentic and likeable, great job! And you didn’t curse once, I’m proud of you!”

Katsuki rolled his eyes at everyone feeling like they needed to point this out.

“Masaru”, Mitsuki scolded him, “There are more pressing matters right now!”

“Yeah, I know”, he whispered back, “But you know how he gets when he’s being pushed.”

“I can still hear you, you know.”

Mitsuki clicked her tongue. “Brat”, she said, a weirdly soft tone mixing in with her usual banter, “What are you waiting for, I just don’t get it.”

Katsuki bit down on this lower lip.

“Honey”, Masaru said gently after a moment of silence, “He must still be at the studio, give him some space. We will talk another time, okay, Katsuki?”

“Yeah”, Katsuki answered, sappy warmth spreading in his chest at his mother’s support and his father’s considerate nature, “Thanks, I guess. Bye.”

“Keep us up to date!”, his mother quickly demanded before he hung up.

Katsuki closed his eyes, letting the fresh evening air cool down his flushed cheeks.

Mabe all of them were right? As Kaminari had said, maybe the time was right now.

A strong wave of courage overcame him.

Katsuki opened his eyes and turned around to look at the entrance hall. Still no sign from Izuku.

Was he still busy giving people gifts or did he get caught up in signing all of the stuff too?

Katsuki unlocked his phone, wanting to call Izuku but when he saw a new message, he froze.

[Izuku] Hi Kacchan, sorry, I’m already heading home, I suddenly got a headache. See you tomorrow!

Whatever courage Katsuki had felt mere seconds ago, it was all gone, smashed to pieces.

While he was standing outside the studio, the wind blowing through his hair and cars rushing besides him, the realization hit him.

Izuku had ditched him, pulling some lame excuse like a headache, even going out of his ways to take another exit.

“Shit”, Katsuki hissed, feeling a dangerous pressure behind his eyes.

He had fucked up.

#bkdk #bakudeku #bkdk fanfic #bnha fanfiction #katsuki x izuku #decchan #bkdk fluff #bkdk fluff and angst #idiots in love #mutual pining #mha #bakusquad

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dolce-peach · 2 years

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Hi! I loved your soft & honeyed obi-wan fic, and was wondering if I could request another for him? Maybe him & the reader have the same dynamic they did in soft & honeyed. Obi-wan and the reader have just come back from a brutal mission where they lost a lot of men, and it's really negatively affecting the reader. Obi-wan notices how depressed the reader is and goes to comfort her, maybe some cuddles or something sweet like that?? I've been having a bit of a rough time recently and would love to see how Obi-wan would comfort the reader during a depressive episode. No worries at all if this is too heavy of a request, I appreciate you taking the time to read this & for writing all of your works. I love them & you! <3

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pairing: obi-wan kenobi x jedi!reader

warnings: violence, death, grief

a/n: so this took a little longer than expected -- so sorry about that, anon! 🥲 i’ve been out of the country this entire month and also had a nasty cold (also could've been covid shhhhhh) -- also i’m so sorry you’ve been feeling that way 😔 sending all my love! also apologies bc you can tell that i’m obviously touch starved 🙃 hope you like it!! 🥰💗

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The plan was simple with very little room for error, as it always was. It was one of Obi-Wan’s secret talents, as you discovered over the years of partnering up for missions.

It fascinated you to see how his mind worked in high pressure situations. You noticed he often stationed you somewhere near him on the front lines. He took into account everything that could possibly go wrong. You appreciated that he wasn’t overly demonstrative about his need to protect you. Your eyes often found his anyway, even across the battlefield.

His priority was you as well as the mission.

If all went well, you and your entire squad of clones would be home before supper.

“That is all,” Obi-Wan said, concluding the makeshift briefing in the cruiser’s cargo hanger. “Cody, how soon can you get your men in the air?”

The clone commander stood tall. “Fifteen minutes, General Kenobi.”

“You have ten,” Obi-Wan said. “We’ll want to have the element of surprise on our side.”

“Understood,” Cody replied with a nod, turning towards his team. “You heard the General! Wings up in ten!”

“Yes, sir!”

As the clones dispersed, you found yourself tightening your wrist gauntlets. You weren’t surprised when you recognized the pair of boots that stopped in front of you.

Obi-Wan’s gloved hands lay themselves on top of yours. “Allow me.” There was a small twinkle in his eyes.

You couldn’t help but smile. “What would I do without you?”

He chuckled as he easily tightened your gauntlets, casually checking the rest of your armor while he was at it. “In your defense, this armor isn’t intuitive,” he pointed out.

He took your hands and helped you into your gloves, the leather of his brushing against your skin.

You hummed. “Maybe there’ll be a day where we won’t have to wear these anymore.”

“If we complete today’s mission, we’ll be one step closer to that day,” he told you, as he always did.

“What are we waiting for then?” you joked, brushing a bit of his hair away from his face. “I’ll see you later?”

His eyes fluttered at your touch, selfishly relishing in your presence for one more moment more before nodding, his expression hardening. “May the Force be with you.”

You echoed his words before running off to your own ship. You glanced back briefly and flashed a smile.

It was all you could do before boarding your fighter.

In a way, it comforted you, to pretend like everything was okay in the midst of everything falling apart. You were sure it probably put Obi-Wan at ease. Maybe that was a bit of a guilty thought you had, but in the end, it really only put off the inevitable.

You knew your body was due for another breakdown at some point, but as your cockpit closed over your head and your ship launched into space, you knew it couldn’t be today.

You had a job to do, a duty to fulfill.

As you sliced the last battle droid with your saber, you took a moment to catch your breath.

Just because the plan was simple didn’t mean it was going to be a cakewalk. Part of you didn’t even want to turn around to see the aftermath of the small battle that ended up occurring. You were sure most of your squad had fallen. The lack of the sound of their boots only confirmed that.

“General!”

Hearing Cody’s voice gave you some relief.

“Commander,” you greeted. “Where’s General Kenobi?”

“Securing the last of the throne room,” he replied. “I was ordered to take the men I have left and see if you needed help.”

You glanced over your shoulder and couldn’t help but look away immediately. There was no question that your entire squad had fallen, their white armor almost glowing in the light that fell through what few windows there were in the room. Their bodies were strewn, decorated in their blood.

“My men...” you trailed off.

Cody beat you to it, already ordering what medic clones he had to start surveying for wounded soldiers.

You fell to your knees. How could this have happened? You were sure you were taking most of the heavy fire, deflecting blasts elsewhere. There had to be someone.

Anyone.

You could scarcely recognize Obi-Wan kneeling before you. His gloved fingers hooked gently under your chin, raising your face to examine you.

There were tears blurring your eyes. He bore concern in his face as he stroked your cheek.

“No one,” you breathed. “There’s no one left. They’re all...they’re all dead...”

“You don’t know that. We’ll check --”

“I do know!” you snapped. “You feel it as I do! Their spirits. Their life. Their Force, gone!”

At seeing Obi-Wan stagger back, your eyes were wide with horror as you covered your mouth. Stop talking! Stop thinking.

Stop living.

He called your name, cautiously taking your hand. “Breathe,” came the soft command.

“I can’t!” you sobbed uncontrollably.

“Just try,” he insisted, cupping your cheek. “Look at me.”

Your lower lip trembled as you followed his voice, gazing deeply into his ocean eyes. His thumb rubbed away grime and oil caked into your skin.

“There, that’s it,” he praised. “Their deaths are not your fault. Remember that.” His eyes reflected your sadness.

You leaned your head into his chest. “I want to go home.”

You felt his chest rise. “Me too,” he said as he caressed your head, holding you close.

You had no strength left in your body. It was a miracle you made it back to the star cruiser. With the help of Obi-Wan, who made no complaints while carrying you, you were able to get what rest you could in your quarters, away from prying eyes and grieving men.

Nothing could ever comfort you for your losses this time. You knew they were clones, men bred for war, but as the years went by, you couldn’t help but form friendships. They had your back, always.

As you sat still on your bed, still in your roughed robes, you glanced outside your window, to the infinite stars.

The door to your room slid open. Obi-Wan walked in with a tray of food. Sensing your silence, he set the food on your table before sitting down next to you with a heavy sigh.

“You should eat something,” he said.

“I think I just want to sleep,” you admitted tiredly.

He nodded, his lips pursed in a small smile. “Then sleep.”

You sighed as you leaned back, collapsing into your sheets. Closing your eyes, you could already feel yourself giving in to sleep.

The only thing barely keeping you conscious was Obi-Wan gently removing your boots and setting them neatly to the side.

He paused for a moment before removing your belt. You rolled over, so he could slip you out of your robes more easily. His fingers occasionally grazed your skin. Physical intimacy with you two was an unfamiliar thing, but it didn’t change the fact that you felt incredibly comfortable with each other. Obi-Wan had seen you in your most vulnerable states. He knew when you were guarded, and this wasn’t one of those moments.

On the other hand, he was harder to read. You eventually learned every expression and nuance his face had to offer, with the way his eyebrows were furrowed deeply or the way his hand always found his beard when he was deep in thought. You memorized every shade of blue his eyes had to offer.

Eventually you opened your eyes, seeing his eyes on you in quiet observation. You sat up, saddling his lap before you undressed him. It was your way of begging him not to leave.

“Better?” he asked quietly while watching you fold his robes neatly before setting them on the chair. His callused fingers brushed against your collarbone. You slowly hugged him.

“Yeah,” you whispered in his ear. “You?”

He hummed in affirmation. “Always so concerned about others before yourself,” he pointed out. “What can I do for you?”

You wanted to have him kiss you, hold you, take you in every way known to man. You wanted his skin against yours, holding you so close and so tight that you might disappear. You wanted him to make you forget your sadness.

You could never tell him that, to use you so you could use him. Part of you knew he’d never forgive you for that either.

For now, you could do with this.

“Stay.”

You felt his laugh rumble from his chest to yours. “Lay down then.”

You scooted back, letting your head hit the pillow. He lay down next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. Letting his body spoon yours, you held his hand to your chest, interweaving your fingers in his. You placed a tentative kiss against his knuckles, and he responded by brushing his lips against your neck, breathing in your scent.

The sensation tickled you. “I should shower,” you said, trying to get out of bed. “I probably smell like oil and sweat.”

He refused to let you move. “Stay,” he murmured. “Rest.”

Feeling him pull you close to him sheltered you. You exhaled slowly, trying to force yourself to relax.

“You’re okay,” he breathed, as if hearing your troubled mind. “You’re safe. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

You turned until you were facing him, stroking his cheek. “How can you be so sure?” you whispered. “Our time is finite anyway. My men may have been clones, but they all had lives, personalities of their own. I was the only one with the power to save them, and I couldn’t in the end.”

“How would I be able to live with myself if I didn’t try?”

In the moment you gave a weak smile whilst gazing into his eyes, you knew you were safe. He meant those words, as much as you hated to admit, and as much as it went against what the two of you stood for. But in that moment, you forgot about protocols and duty.

His arms were all you could focus on, his body pressed close against you, skin on skin. His sweet musk dulled your senses as the warmth that radiated from his body sedated you. You ran your fingers along his chest, creating constellations through his freckles. His rough fingers squeezed the skin of your hips with every changing direction, making your breathing unsteady in the best of ways.

As he cradled you close in his chest, he stroked your hair. “None of it was your fault,” he said. “You understand that, right?”

“Obi-Wan...” you trailed off in warning as you pulled back, sitting up.

He took your hand. “It wasn’t your fault.”

Tears welled in your eyes. No matter how many times he said it, there would always be a part of you that would never believe him. Your grief would never think of letting you off the hook that easily.

You could see his eyes widen as you tried to hold back your tears. Wiping your eyes in haste, sobs shook your body. “I’m sorry...”

He gave you a sad smile. “What are you sorry for?” he said gently. “You have nothing to apologize for. I know it, my men know it, and your men know it.”

You shook your head as he wiped your tears. “You and I have responsibilities. I don’t want to keep you here, General.”

“General, now?” he lightly mused. “You’re exhausted,” he said, laying you down again. “Just try to sleep, alright?”

“Will you leave?”

He settled next to you. “No,” he said. “And we’ll talk about it when you’re ready.”

You leaned forward, pressing your lips against his in silent thanks.

You never realized when you fell asleep, but you woke up a few hours later, thanks to a nightmare. Much to your relief, Obi-Wan still slept beside you, his breath steady.

Your fingers found a home caressing his cheek with the lightest touch. Peace never left his face as he slept, almost making him look younger. If it weren’t for his beard, he’d probably still have his boyish look. It was one of the only signs that he lived in a world where he had to age too quickly, being thrown into something he never wanted to be part of.

When he stirred, you froze. He murmured something in his sleepy haze.

“It’s okay,” you hushed him. “Just sleep.”

His brow relaxed once more, the growing crease on his forehead disappearing instantly. You carefully repositioned yourself so your head lay on his chest.

Then you heard it. Steady thumps of his heart in your ear.

He was alive.

You bit your lip as tears welled up again. You never knew a simple heartbeat, something one wouldn’t ever think to listen to, would bring you so much relief.

You had to protect it at all costs. Even though you knew such thinking was deeply rooted in the dark side, what was wrong with protecting what you loved?

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usuimisaki · 2 months

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Why do I like reading shoujo so much?

My first reaction is to deflect. That’s how society is. Adults write and write sordid stories about teenagers all the time, a la Gossip Girl and Euphoria. Furthermore, we live in a man’s world, and men gobble up stuff which is ostensibly for boys: superheroes and their ilk. But when women fangirl over stuff ostensibly for girls we’re belittled for being juvenile.

Even if it’s not an unusual problem, it still begs the question why. Why is the world so preoccupied with youth to the point that they have characters who are literal minors? I’ve actually read and enjoyed multiple josei works, but they’ve never inspired the type of hyperfixation that shoujo manga has inspired. Josei and seinen are complex and messy. I accept that messiness. But with shoujo like KWMS and GSNK things are simpler. There’s more room to play. The characters, no matter how developed, are still literally undeveloped. This can inspire future fic of what the characters will be like as adults. It also makes them more malleable. High schoolers exist in a liminal space. They can go anywhere, be anything. They have choices and the freedom to take those choices in hand.

Adult manga (not sexually explicit, but dealing with adulthood) is about limits. The characters are getting old. They’re leaving dreams behind. They’re settling in their careers or accepting that their relationships aren’t ideal. They’re compromising—because reality. Besides romance and friends, they also have to deal with a job and taking care of their parents and/or taking care of kids. I love these kinds of stories because they are a mirror of my own life, or things that I can realistically imagine having to deal with.

My high school days are behind me, and I have to say, I didn’t enjoy them that much. The teenage dramas I read about are less a reminder of my high school days than a high school fantasy—one where school is more of a background than a concern and parents hardly even make an appearance.

Contrast this to office worker josei. Even the most sexually explicit manga where you’d think the office space is just a convenient setting always has some office drama which is ultimately about worker competency. Love is Hard for Otaku is mostly about dating and being an otaku, but fitting into office culture and being competent at your job is inseparable part of it as well.

KWMS is actually fairly complex for shoujo. It acknowledges that some students have financial difficulties and it has Misaki compete with Usui academically and studying for college entrance exams is a big plot line, but most of the time she’s more concerned about school council activities in a hyperbolic manner. And despite the series being about the contrast between being a school president and a maid, more of the storylines center on her part-time job at the maid cafe. She enters into a relationship with a rich foreigner with a tragic backstory which causes them to have to endure a long-distance relationship. But somehow they overcome all of that. And Misaki’s family’s dire financial straits get resolved even before she marries into the .01%.

GSNK though? Those kids must all be frickin’ rich. They never seem to have any concerns about having money to go out to a cafe, buy manga, or buy clothes. Kashima is the only one with a job, and she’s probably just working there because the cafe needs staff. There’s maybe one chapter where three not-so-great students try to study together with poor results—but since these students aren’t very academically focused, it’s just played off for laughs. The best student (Kashima) also has some of the least common sense. The one with the actual least common sense (Wakamatsu) is the second best student out of the cast. The only time we’ve seen parents are when it was played for laughs how Nozaki could live away from home because 1) he had his own money and 2) he knew how to cook, though he was lacking in 3) romantic experience.

Shoujo is about the possibility of love, and that when you do fall in love, that it’s going to last a lifetime. It’s about one true pairings.

Josei is about navigating new relationships with the scars of your previous relationships. One of my favorite josei series, Kimi was Petto, is all about that. It’s about the uncertainty that the relationship you’re in is good enough to stand the test of time, the realities of finances, career, social pressure, familial acceptance, and sense of self.

Shoujo hardly ever touches on those topics, preferring to create a love triangle for manufactured conflict. Again, KWMS is a bit of an exception. There’s definitely the love triangle aspect because you need to look at the different possibilities without, like, having had those other possibilities, but it does at least address class differences and different family culture and how that can lead to social pressure for college and career paths (which is why Usui goes to college in the UK and Misaki feels like she needs to get into a more competitive college). In the meantime, Tsubaki-sensei has acknowledged her fans’ with for an endless summer, so that Hori will never graduate and go to college—which is kind of odd, considering that there’s a college so local that they work at the same cafe as Kashima. But still, if Hori were to be a college student, then he wouldn’t haunt the hallways of Roman Academy or be able to interact with Kashima in drama club.

So let’s get to the gist of it. Why do I write smut with high school characters. Well, I love these characters. And they’re in high school. And I’m a sucker for canon. So it makes sense to set these sex scenes in high school. It’s not that I’ve never aged up these characters, but when I do I run into problems, like the fact that Misaki and Usui don’t live in same country. Or that Hori and Kashima are actually dealing with some actual drama about their future careers and how to define a relationship. Or they have kids, which are a huge impediment to having sex.

I recently read about centering lives around friendship instead of romantic relationships, and what it is that creates barriers for friendships, platonic or not. You need to have time and a shared space and touch. Two of the three are really easy to come by in school, where you don’t just spend 8 hours a day kind of goofing off on your parents’ dime, but you also live close together. Not to dismiss the huge pressure some students have to study and get into an elite college, but you do have more free time on your hands as a student, just because you don’t have to spend that time paying bills or cleaning your own house. I really don’t know how Nozaki does it.

#shoujo #josei #kaichou wa maid sama #gekkan shoujo nozaki kun #ramblings #about high school as a liminal space

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