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rollinouttahere · 1 year

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Joyride

Yandere Strawhats + Ace x Isekai Reader

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Part 2

Yet again, this fic is inspired by @lovelybrooke ‘s Isekai reader stories.

I also want to say thank you for all the support and kind comments on the last story I wrote! I’ve actually been working on my own yandere one piece fic that I’m hoping to start posting in a few days give or take, so if you like what I’ve written so far, keep an eye out for that! All future writings are gonna be posted on my writing blog @rollinouttahere-writes so go follow that blog if you’re interested!

Trying to act normal and inconspicuous in the One Piece universe was a far from easy task. Being the massive fan of the series that you were, it was damn hard to not give away that you knew all about the crew that was so generously letting you stay with them after appearing on their ship with zero explanation.

It became even harder to stay lowkey when Ace temporarily joined up with the Strawhats. All you wanted was to hug that man and tell him how loved he is and that he deserves to live just as much as anyone else, but you really couldn’t say or do any of that without looking weird. You’ll just have to settle for being extremely nice to him, which was very easy.

Ace himself was already an easy guy to get along with (now at least), but he was noticeably very interested in you. You couldn’t blame him, what with Luffy almost immediately outing your insane situation to him. He seemed incredulous at first, but warmed up to and accepted the story way faster than you expected. It didn’t take long for his questions to go from feeling like an interrogation to being genuine.

You were so busy soaking up the attention from such a beloved character that you almost missed how jealous your crewmates were getting. Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper were taking it the best. Chopper probably because he was still so new to the crew that he wasn’t all that bothered by one of them not paying as much attention to him. Usopp was too busy building Nami’s weapon to concern himself with it too much. Meanwhile, Luffy was just so happy to see Ace again that he didn’t really notice that you were spending a lot of time with him. That, and he would usually be hanging out with both of you anyways.

The others though, oh boy did they not like this. Nami was the most blatant about it, straight up glowering at you and Ace whenever you two were too close for her liking. You’re pretty sure the only thing keeping her from up and dragging you away from him is Luffy dismissing her complaints and telling her to stop fretting over it. You love being a part of their crew, so she should quit worrying!

Sanji and Zoro were both vying for your attention in their own ways as well. Sanji suddenly wanted more help around the kitchen, insisting that he needed an extra pair of hands now that there was another mouth to feed. Given that Ace’s appetite was on par with Luffy’s, you could understand the desire for help. Zoro’s attempts were considerably less convincing. One time he wanted you to spot him while he was working out, making you laugh right in his face at the mere idea that you would be able to help him with the ridiculous weights he lifts. His face had gone bright red after you pointed it out to him, prompting him to walk away immediately, much to your amusement.

Right now, though, you weren’t with Ace. Him and Luffy were busy doing something and you didn’t want to butt in on all their time together. Instead, you were ogling Ace’s boat that was currently tied to the side of the Going Merry.

You absolutely loved the design of his ship, it was such a clever idea to use his devil fruit ability to power a steam engine and make what looks like a tiny sailboat function like a jet ski. It didn’t appear in the anime too many times but everytime it was on screen it looked so cool.

“I wonder what it’d be like to ride that,” you quietly mused to yourself.

“Wanna find out?”

You almost jumped out of your skin at the sudden arrival of Ace. He laughed at your reaction, not a care in the world for the near heart attack he just gave you.

“Oh my God, Ace, you scared the hell out of me!” You lightly slapped at his shoulder, your other hand resting over your now racing heart.

He laughed some more, “I could tell, and I’m sorry about that.” He didn’t sound even vaguely sorry. Ace elbowed your side, “But seriously, do you want to go for a ride?”

The offer had you staring wide-eyed at him. Then the boat. Then back at him again. “Really? Are you sure?” You were desperately trying to keep your cool and not show how insanely excited you were about the idea.

“Of course! I wouldn’t have offered it if I wasn’t. Come on,” he hopped up onto the railing and held his hand out to you. You didn’t need to mull it over, eagerly taking hold and stepping up with him. As soon as you did, he wrapped an arm around you and was ready to jump down onto his boat when Nami started yelling.

“Woah, woah, woah, what the hell are you two doing???” Nami, who was previously pruning her trees, had abandoned the activity entirely in favor of sprinting over to where you were and grabbing onto your leg.

“(Y/N) wanted to try riding my boat, so we’re going for a little joyride, that’s all,” Ace flashed Nami a dazzling smile, not at all deterred by her interruption.

“No way! What if they fall off? That thing doesn’t look safe at all!” Nami was now pulling on you, trying to get you down from the railing.

Ace held on tighter in response, “It’s perfectly safe, it has to be. I’m a devil fruit user, remember? (Y/N) isn’t, so really, I’m in more danger on that than they are. It’s fine.”

You could tell Nami was ready to argue more, but thankfully Luffy piped up, “Don’t worry about it Nami! If Ace says it’s safe then it’s safe!” Luffy, who was perched on his special seat at the bow, came bounding over, “But I wanna go next!”

“Sure thing, Luffy, we’ll be back in a bit,” Ace was quick to jump down with you in tow, not wanting to give any of the other Strawhats a chance to object. After untying it from the Going Merry, he knelt down slightly, “Hop on my back, you’re not gonna want to have your feet down there when we get going.”

Not wanting to get set on fire, you obliged. If you weighed anything to him, he didn’t show it, simply standing up straight as soon as you were on. “Ready?”

You excitedly nod your head, holding on tight to Ace in preparation. It was a good thing too, because he decided to immediately start at the leisurely speed of what felt like mach 7. A shriek emits from your throat as you take off. You think you can hear Nami yelling something again, but couldn’t make it out over your own screaming and the noise of the steam engine roaring to life.

Ace laughed loudly at your reaction, but did slow down slightly, “Sorry about that, I just wanted to get some distance before anyone else tried to stop us.” One of his arms let go of your leg and tugged at your arms around his neck, “But would you mind easing up a bit? I won’t be able to take us back if you choke me out.”

“Oh oops, I’m sorry!” You immediately loosened your arms and readjusted them. Accidentally strangling Ace was not something you wanted to do today. Or any day really.

He simply shrugged it off, telling you not to worry about it. It’s not like you could really hurt him. “I’m gonna speed up again, you ready for it this time?”

The second you confirm that you are, the boat lurches forward, cutting through the waves like nothing. Now that you weren’t panicking, you could properly take in the experience and thoroughly enjoy it.

The wind was whipping through your hair and sea water misted the air, droplets clinging to both yours and Ace’s hair. He hit a particularly big wave causing the boat to go airborne for a moment before crashing back down. You found yourself laughing and cheering as Ace continued to show off, which only egged him on more.

After a while, Ace slowed to a stop and let you down from his back. “C’mere, step up on this,” he stepped to the side and motioned for you to step up onto the front of his boat. His hands rested on your hips to keep you steady, presumably not wanting to get chewed out by Nami if you came back sopping wet.

“This is one of the best parts of being at sea,” he was staring straight ahead. “Sunsets out here are something else, you don’t get a view like this on land.”

He was completely correct, it was beautiful. Orange, red, and pink hues colored the sky and reflected gorgeously in the ocean. It was a breathtaking view, one you would remember forever.

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, quietly admiring the view with nothing but the natural sounds of the ocean around you. It was nice, very peaceful.

“What do you think about staying here?”

You tense at Ace suddenly speaking. “Like staying out here a little longer?” As lovely as this was, the others were bound to get antsy if you stayed out after dark.

“No, I mean staying here in this world,” he stepped closer to you, wrapping his arms fully around you and resting his head on your shoulder to be able to see your face. “It’s nice here, right? Why not stick around? I know Luffy wants you to. Hell, I’m sure the rest of the crew does, too.”

You were taken aback by this statement, and weren’t really sure how to respond. Sure, it could be nice here when you all weren’t being hunted for sport by marines, but this wasn’t a place you could see yourself staying long term. That, and you had a life back home, you couldn’t just throw your friends and family to the wind like that.

Sucking in a breath, you searched for the nicest way to say all that. “It is nice here, but I have to go back.” You could feel his posture stiffen behind you, “Don’t get me wrong, you all have been super nice to me! It’s just that I’ve got all my friends and family back home and I miss them terribly.”

“Your family?” Ace said this so quietly that you weren’t even sure he was saying that to you. Abruptly, he straightened up, “I know! If you want a family so bad you can join the Whitebeard pirates!”

What? You joining the Whitebeard pirates? You already feel inadequate enough around the Strawhats, you can’t imagine how pathetic you would feel around those people. Of course, it would be awesome to get to meet them, but you want to keep to yourself as much as possible since you will eventually have to go back home.

While you were thinking, Ace kept going, “Pops would love you, I just know it. We haven’t gotten another sibling in a while, everyone would be psyched to meet you.” His once comforting hug was growing tighter by the second. Suffocating even.

“Ace-”

“And you already have friends with my brother’s crew, so that’s all taken care of!”

“Ace, ple-”

“Of course, I’m your friend too, but after you join I’ll be your big brother!”

“ACE!” Your yell startled him, mercifully making him let go of you. You take the opportunity to inch forward and create some distance, however minute. “That’s,” oh, how to put this without hurting his feelings, “that’s very kind of you to offer, but I’d rather stay with the Strawhats for now.”

“Oh…” You don’t even need to turn around to know how disappointed he was by this declaration. He chuckled awkwardly, “I’m sorry about that, looks like I got a little carried away there.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” frankly, you just wanted to go back to the ship after that. The atmosphere was uncomfortable now.

After a few more seconds of silence, Ace cleared his throat and spoke again, “We should probably head back now, it’s gonna be dark soon.”

You were quick to agree and clambered onto his back, “Yeah that’s a good idea, Nami would throw a fit if we stay out much longer.” She’ll probably be mad regardless, but still.

Ace got his boat going and began the trip back. The Going Merry was a lot further away than you’d realized, it was so small that you could just barely make it out in the distance. You internally cringe, your crewmates are no doubt unhappy about you being this far away.

Despite the distance, you couldn’t help but notice how slow Ace was going compared to earlier. It’s like he wanted to drag this out for as long as possible. You decided not to call him out on it, not deeming it worth it.

“I’m not giving up, you know.”

“What?”

“I’ll drop it for now, but I’m not giving up on you joining Whitebeard’s crew. Just… think about it, okay?” Ace’s voice was quiet, just barely loud enough to hear over the engine.

The rest of the ride back remained dead silent, giving you plenty of time to mull over what just happened. It felt so… Weird. Out of character, really. He’s known you for, what? 24 hours? If that. Yet he’s trying to talk you out of going home and seems dead set on replacing your family with his own. Granted, everyone’s been more clingy than you thought normal, but this was downright bizarre.

You really need to find a way home, and fast.

#one piece #yandere one piece #one piece x reader #yandere #portgas d ace #one piece ace #monkey d luffy #luffy #nami #one piece nami #zoro roronoa #sanji #we believe in alabasta ace supremacy here

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from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras · 6 months

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Oh, hello!

It’s time to replace my original pinned post with a more permanent choice, so here’s the quick, updated scoop on what you can expect here:

I love all things Tolkien and looking at, thinking about, and talking about those things. So I will absolutely reblog your fan art of Thranduil draped across his throne in that sultry pose or like your fic about how Tuor came to love Voronwë as a brother on their long journey to Gondolin. But in my heart, I’ve always been a Rohan kind of girl. That’s where you’re going to find my interest most often drawn, and it’s what I write about almost exclusively (with the very occasional tangent into Haldir-related content, which I understand is totally inconsistent, but the heart wants what the heart wants!).

So, if you could talk about the Eorlingas for hours on end, if Éomer is the Middle Earth king of your dreams, if you find yourself unreasonably attached to minor characters like Háma and Elfhelm or have tons of opinions about how amazing Théodred is, if you’re personally invested in Karl Urban’s dimples …maybe we should be friends! And if you like those things, then maybe you’d get something out of my fics. Or not. Either way is fine!

Those fics are now collected in one place below, which I’ll try to keep updated. I make no claim that they are fine works of literature, but they make me happy and that’s their primary purpose. While they’re all consistent with each other and exist in my unified headcanon, they tend to be one shots based on some particular thing I was interested in–a specific plot point, an unanswered question, a desire to see a certain character grow/develop a certain way. Anyway, you get the idea. So thanks for being here, click through to the master list (such as it is) and FORTH EORLINGAS!

Rohan: (stories in rough in-universe chronological order)

Éomer-focused:

TFW Siblings Prompt: Éowyn is frustrated by Éomer’s attempt to protect her from Wormtongue.

Turning Points: Éomer is back from the war of the ring with a changed worldview and an intention to get married. Includes the first look at the character who becomes his wife.

A Vigilant Eye: A marital scene between Éomer and his wife, Mereliss, focused on Éomer’s stubborn need to never admit weakness. This is as spicy as any of my fics get, which is to say…only very mildly spicy.

A Need of the Soul: Éomer is teaching Faramir how to speak Rohirric as a surprise for Éowyn. Cute brotherly bonding moments, remembrances of Boromir and Théodred and lots of horse talk.

TFW Parent-Child Prompt: Éomer becomes a father for the first time and has lots of feelings about it.

TFW Extended Family Prompt: Éomer’s father in law, Elfhelm, realizes what he means to Éomer in light of the many losses Éomer has already experienced.

The Fire Inside: Éomer is back in Gondor after the war to help with the ongoing clean-up after Sauron, but his life has changed a lot and so have his feelings about battle so he needs Éowyn to help him talk it out.

Nowhere Else: A look back at how Éomer met his wife, told from both sides of the meeting. Includes a look at several other sweet moments from over their years together.

Théodred and Éomer art by Valeria Salo

Théodred-focused:

TFW Cut Ties Prompt: Traces the unshakable bond forged by shared grief between Théodred and Éomer, enduring all the way to Théodred’s literal last words.

Into the Breach: My most comprehensive look at Théodred the person and his backstory, told in the few days leading up to his death. It's more or less my answer to the question of what Théodred was doing in/around major canon events from LOTR. Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.

Ties That Bind: A look at how Wormtongue’s manipulation of Théoden affected the larger royal family, as seen through Éomer’s experience when Théoden had him jailed. Théodred's fiancee is a key element of this fic, so I'm putting it with the other Théodred stories though he's not directly in it.

A Life Interrupted: Éomer reckoning with the death of Théodred. My original story with details of Théodred's life and my HC for him.

Háma-focused:

Háma art by @ rinthecap

Those Worth Fighting For: Family fluff of Háma being a sweet dad to his little girl while shielding her from the reality of the increasing danger posed by Isengard.

TFW Freeform Prompt: Háma and his wife struggle with how to protect their children from the increasing likelihood of war.

Not This Time: The discovery of Háma’s body after the battle of Helm’s Deep has major consequences.

Other Rohirrim:

TFW Ancestors Prompt: Théoden’s father, Thengel, returns from exile against his will to take up the throne in Rohan.

Untitled intro piece about Guthláf: A short musing on what it means to Guthláf to be Théoden’s banner bearer.

Where Now the Horse and the Rider: The love story of Guthláf and Wídfara, trying to hold it together as the world falls apart around them. Part 1. Part 2.

Untitled ficlet on Elfhild: A short intro to Théodred’s mother, who had a premonition she wasn’t going to survive his birth.

Lórien:

Three Weeks on the Nimrodel: Haldir meets his perfect match while posted for 3 weeks with a substitute marchwarden who understands and appreciates his natural reserve.

The Guardian: Haldir finds a lost and scared little human girl while on patrol in Lórien. Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Epilogue.

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teecupangel · 10 months

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What's your take on the ddos attack on AO3?

I think this post pretty much summarized what happened to AO3

Now, AO3 did say that the website is back up but there is a possibility of slowing down or an issue or two as they have yet to optimize their new CloudFlare so let’s all be patient and keep an ear out for any news from AO3 (I believe this is their official tumblr?)

As for my take itself, I agree that this is a group masquerading as another group and there is a possibility that this is actually fueled by greed as they have tried to ransom AO3 as well and the whole ‘reason’ they gave in their official statement is just smokescreen.

Honestly, that’s all I have since I was writing (or maybe I was at work? Not sure when AO3 went down) then asleep then worked while AO3 was down so I didn’t have time to panic or check for any wils conspiracy theory (if there are any? I don't think so.

I did feel that it’s kinda ironic that AO3 goes down a few hours after I updated The Shadow’s Endgame after that huge cliffhanger last week so for those who received a ‘oh hey, Shadow’s Endgame updated’ notif from AO3 and was met with AO3 being down… I feel the desire to say sorry to you guys.

Also, considering the personality I plan to write for the newly introduced character in Eagle of Alamut, he’s going to be sulking that his ‘debut’ has been postponed because of this.

Other than that, I did read that there was a possibility it would be down for weeks (which probably won’t happen this time around) and I was like “Noooo, my ‘carefully’ thought of chapter schedules!” and I was debating if I should just post new chapters here in Tumblr as well? We’ll see. If it appears that AO3 will be having technical difficulties until next Monday’s scheduled postings, I’ll post the next chapter of Eagle of Alamut here in Tumblr as well.

Funny thing is I was thinking if I should post the Tumblr fic ideas I have in this blog to AO3 as a way to:

Have an easier time actually finding them if I need them

Just to have a back up in case some fuckery happens

But I haven’t checked if fic ideas and headcanons/analysis don’t violate any of AO3’s rules and regulations. I’d probably have to look into that first but I’ve been so busy this past few weeks and will be busy until like second or third week of September.

And now I realized that we’ve slightly moved away from the actual ask and I guess this would be the most awkward time to end this answer.

Anyway, download emergency fanfics just in case, keep a look out for any announcements from AO3’s official accounts and do as they request, and, if you can, donate to AO3 whatever amount you can without it impacting your way of living and any plans you may have.

#also don’t forget to leave kudos on your emergency fics #once you’ve read them or after downloading them #your call #leaving comments always makes writers’ day brighter #but don’t be pressured to think that you do have to leave one #if you don’t want to #the best comments are those written because you want to write them #ask and answer

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pers-books · 1 month

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20 Questions fic writers' Q&A. I was tagged by @meluisart (thanks pal - sorry I forgot to mention that in the first version of this post!)

1 - How many works do you have on AO3?

661 (one more than the last time I did this meme in Nov 2023!)

2 - What's your total AO3 word count?

2,444,608

3 - What fandoms do you write for?

Most recently Berena (Holby City) and Original Fiction. But I’ve written very little since losing my mum in April 2023.

4 - What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Letters to a Naturalist (Holby City) (30,350 words)

Jason Haynes: Matchmaker (Holby City) (17,560 words)

The Red String of Fate (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV)) (51,896 words)

One Life Stand (Holby City) (33,815 words)

The Hacktivist, The Agent, and the Clairvoyant (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), Thor (Movies)) (35,849 words)

5 - Do you respond to comments?

Hell yes, always.

6 - What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Still this one:

Lascia Ch'io Pianga (Let Me Lament My Cruel Fate) for the James Bond (Movies) fandom. Although it does have an ambiguous ending, almost everyone who commented on it said they assumed that Bond & M both died.

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

The vast majority of them have happy endings as I rarely write sad ones.

8. Do you get hate on fic?

Used to back in the day when I wrote Ten/Martha fic for Doctor Who. There were a lot of Doctor/Rose shippers who hated my pairing with a passion and didn’t hesitate to share that hate instead of just staying in their fucking lane and using the back button/scroll button. Bunch of snowflakes.

9. Do you write smut?

Used to, not so much lately.

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

I have done, yes. The craziest one is probably the Doctor Who x Wallace & Gromit one.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I’m aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yup - a few years ago someone translated one of mine into Russian.

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

A long, long time ago.

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

Eh, I don’t have just one - given I’ve written for 20 different fandoms over the last 16 years.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

Oh, I’ve no idea - I only have one incomplete WiP actually posted on AO3, but I’ve no particular desire to finish it, especially given it’s 6 or 7 fandoms ago!

Of course, I have a whole heap of WiPs on my hard drive, but I doubt I’ll get to finish any of them.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Goodness knows. Someone else would have to answer that.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I have been told I write too much. Ironic, really, given how little I’ve written this past year.

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

I’d do it if it’s needful, though I don’t think I have.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Doctor Who!

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Eh, no, I don’t have a favourite fic - I’ve liked every fic I’ve written as I was writing it and I’ve occasionally re-read some of my own fic just because.

Tagging, with the usual caveat that you don't have to participate if you don't want to! @slightlyintimidating @doctorjameswatson @jinxedwood @bonnissance @ariverandasong @daisydoctor13 @fortytworedvines @onaperduamedee @hokuspokusthings @ceridwyn2 @thisbluespirit and anyone else who wants to participate!

Questions to respond to:

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

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

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

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

8. Do you get hate on fic?

9. Do you write smut?

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

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

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

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

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

16. What are your writing strengths?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

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

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

#AO3 Writing Meme

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ikatako38 · 3 months

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Hey all, I have some good news and some bad news.

The bad news

is that TPWCH is going on an emergency (unplanned) hiatus. This means I won’t be making any effort to work on the fic or any related work such as art and side projects, whicle I try to get myself back on my feet. This means we might miss the 2nd Anniversary Special, but I will post it eventually even if it’s late. I’m really excited to share it with you! I don’t know how long this emergency hiatus is going to be, but I think somewhere around a month would be a reasonable estimate. Keep in mind that this is when I’ll start working on things again, so it might be a few more weeks after that before you start seeing content again.

The good news

is that I’m going to be emptying out all my WIPs, notes, and any other content I can easily throw at you guys to help hold you over throughout the break! So anyone following me here should be getting a bunch of exclusive content over the next several weeks.

Also,

since everything’s getting pushed back, I think now would be a good a time as any to start Ship Wars! I’m not going to put an exact start date on it yet, because it will take a bit of work to kickstart, and I don’t know when I’ll get around to that, but once I do get it started it should mostly run itself!

So…

I feel like I’ve been saying this a lot lately, but thank you guys so much for sticking around with me through all of this. I’m painfully aware that I’ve only uploaded one and a half official chapters since April, and I know that I’ve lost a lot of readers because of that. So again, thank you so much for staying. It really means the world to me.

I’m sure the question a lot of you probably have on your mind right now is, Is Tako ever actually going to finish TPWCH? And with how things have been going lately, that’s a very valid question. To be 100% honest with how I’m feeling another the fic right now, I kind of wish it could just be done already. Or that it could just somehow write itself. But the reason for that is that I’m so excited to share with you all other parts of the TPWCH universe that are just waiting to be written! I really don’t see myself dropping the TPWCH universe anytime soon, and I really don’t see myself dropping TPWCH itself anytime soon, either. And an important reason for that is simply that… I don’t have any other ideas to write. Even for other fandoms. It’s a bit crazy just how strong of a hold TPWCH has had on me for three years now.

By the way, that’s not normal for me. Back on my FFN and Wattpad days (don’t bother going to look for my accounts, they don’t exist… yet 👀), I was usually working on 3-5 fics at once and was constantly having ideas for new ones, to where it was a struggle to keep up and I to make hard decisions about priority. I don’t know if I’ve gotten less creative with ideas as I’ve gotten older or whether TPWCH is just the first universe to be so interesting to me that I don’t have any need or desire to come up with new things outside of it.

Either way, if I have no desire to work on other things, the only way TPWCH would ever stop is if I stopped writing altogether, and that’s just not going to happen. Writing has been a huge part of my life since I was ten, and maybe even younger. It’s my most important hobby and makes me happy. If I don’t do it for too long, it’ll actually make my mental state worse.

So I really don’t want you guys to think that this is like a vacation for me, or some sort of respite from the… AWFUL chore of writing. (　ﾟдﾟ) Really it’s more like I’m grounded from writing until I can get my grades up. (;_;) The grades in this case, yes being my university grades but also my life in general because it’s been kind of a mess lately. Within the last two weeks, I fell out with two of the closest people I’ve ever been to and pretty much the only irl friends I have at this point (the Discord server will know who these people are). One of them going very badly and increasing my conviction that everyone secretly hates me. （╹◡╹）On top of that my room is slowly becoming uninhabitable, I’m not sleeping, and I’m just constantly stressed and anxious. But I’m gonna be okay. The fallings-out are very fresh and will fade with time, and just two days ago I finally got a consultation for ADHD. I now have initial diagnoses of ADHD and Social Anxiety Disorder, which I should be starting treatment for in about a month, so I’m really hoping that will help me somewhat to get back on track. And all the support from everyone between Discord, here and AO3 has always helped, and I’m sure it will continue to help. Many of the people I’ve met online through the fic have ironically been far more supportive and trustworthy than the people I’ve met irl. You’re all so real for that ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Wow, that got really long! Thank for reading this far!

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Sunshine 10 | Josh Kiszka

y’all we’re really at the end omg I feel like this fic has been going on for ages but it really hasn’t I’m just slow with updates I used to update every day but then towards the end I dragged out the parts to make it last longer BUT we’ve successfully made it to the end.

thank you to everyone that has read this story, and thanks for all the love you guys have shown on my first piece I posted on here. it’s weird to say that this is the first one cause there’s now a completed Jake fic, I’ve written other blurbs for Josh and Jake and now we’ve got Danny and Sammy in the mix too and now this one will be complete after today. now I can fully focus on writing other blurbs so as always if there’s any special requests, feel free to drop them in my ask (:

enjoy!

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There was a moment in time when you were fully convinced things could not possibly get any better. There was no way, right? You were on top of the world with simply just knowing he felt the same exact way you did, and then you got together and went on the best date you had ever had. Things were perfect, so it left you thinking, what does come after perfect?

Late night walks on the beach under the moonlight, is what came after perfect.

You and Josh found yourselves going off on your own adventures, sometimes the others would be included but you made sure to include private trips here and there just for the two of you. More often than not you found yourselves with no specific destination in mind, you would simply get into either car and drive off until something would catch your eye and you would pull over. Sometimes these certain eye catchers would be the beach, and you would park the car as quickly as you could, taking off towards the water as you raced to see who could get there first. Most of the time Josh would win, but there was other times he’d let you in, which you would never admit, you would just soak in the feeling of victory and rub it in his face. He would roll his eyes playfully, giving you a look that told you he knew that you knew he had intended for you to win, but he wouldn’t say it out loud he would simply smile at you and congratulate you. You would play in the water and in the sand some more, and when the day would start to wind down you would sit on the sand and enjoy the sunset together, wrapped up in each others warmth. You would cuddle on the sand a little while longer, sometimes what started as innocent brushes of a hand here and a kiss on the cheek there, turning into something more. You would share quiet laughs between yourselves at the feeling of having sand in places you shouldn’t have sand, but it was all part of the the new memories you were making together.

You would then end the night strolling one last time on the beach, this time accompanied by the moonlight. Josh loved watching the way your eyes sparkled in the dead of night, as you loved watching his smile shine brighter than the moon that rested in the sky above your heads. A few more tender touches here, whispered affections that drifted away into the wind, hands clasped tightly as if either of you would drift away with the waves that crashed against your feet as you walked, these things would all bring the night to an end. But not your love, no, this would continue as you all but skipped towards the car to make your way back home. Once there you would wash the sand from each others bodies, relishing in the sweet moments you shared but not letting yourselves get too carried away as you had before. You would help each other dry off, and crawl into bed together where you would welcome your much desired peaceful slumber with wide open arms.

There was other things that came after perfect. More picnics, more walks on the beach, floating the river with the rest of the guys, roller skating, bowling, axe throwing, brewery visits, vineyard visits, trips to the zoo where you all came up with a plan on how to successfully free all of the animals, calling dibs on which ones each of you would house in your own homes. Trips to the drive in, both with the guys or just on a private date, both super special in their own ways. Trips around the world as they toured, insisting they needed another babysitter on the team besides Daniel to help rally them all up and keep them in check. It didn’t take much convincing, everyone knew it wouldn’t have taken much to get you to agree but they still made a big show of asking you. And when you said yes, you feared you might’ve gone deaf for a second as the screams erupted throughout the room.

On the days you couldn’t accompany them, they were still with you at home. You would check in on their houses every now and then, making sure they were upkept. Your favorite part was going into Josh’s closet while he was gone, stealing some of his shirts to wear in his absence. Not that he would really notice, as this man had the same style shirt in the same shade of white taking up half the closet, surely he wouldn’t miss the few you took.

You would take Sammy’s dog on walks, sometimes even bring her home with you to keep you company as you watered your plants. At this point in time you had officially run out of room in your entire back yard, except for the spots you reserved that led to your hangout area and the trampoline, everything was covered one way or another. Your front porch had all sorts of plants hanging at the top, your front steps had one big pot if not a few small ones on each side of the steps, there was greenery everywhere and you loved it. Rosie loved it, the boys loved it, it was perfect.

The more time went on the closer you all grew, if even possible. More memories were created, so many pictures were taken that were then added to a scrapbook that was quickly out grown so you all started a new one. There was one for every boy, one for you and Josh, one for the twins, one for the forbidden twins, one for Sam and Danny, one of all four of them and one of you included with them, as well as one for tour memories. There was so many pictures, way too many to even attempt to count but you loved it. You especially loved when they were home and you would all go develop the pictures they took while they were away, returning back home not long after where you all laid on your bellies in your living room surrounded by all sorts of crafting supplies. They would never admit how much they enjoyed laying there with you, kicking their feet in the air tongues poked out as they added glitter into some of the pages. They didn’t know you had secretly taken pictures of them all in that same position, until they were flipping through the pages of their books.

You had all always been a family, but the way things felt now could not compare to how they felt before. You knew you could count on them, especially Josh, always and forever no matter what. But now? Now it felt like you all had your own secret languages just by giving each other looks.

Amongst other things that were perfect, a certain ring on a certain finger on a certain hand fell right under that category. It had become your favorite thing to mess with when you were feeling anxious, and God were you feeling anxious now. The boys were coming back from another tour, having only been gone for 4 months but with the severity of your closeness it felt like years rather than months. You were sitting on your back porch swing, attempting to ease your nerves by taking deep breaths. It wasn’t working.

The boys had insisted you pick them up from the airport, but you quickly came up with a lie as to why you couldn’t go. They were bummed, Josh especially, but with the promise of seeing them soon they informed you they could arrange for a car to pick them up. Saying your goodbyes and I love you’s, you hung up and threw your phone somewhere before coming out here to try and relax.

You twisted the gold band on your finger, smiling as you recalled the memory.

The boys were in the middle of a tour, one they had been on for 3 months already and they still had 5 more to go. You were missing them like crazy, you were missing your lover like crazy, and you refused to go another night without seeing him. His brothers too but mainly him. You missed his kiss, you missed his touch, you missed his smell and the way his curls felt in between your fingers as you tugged on them while his head was buried between your thighs. You felt yourself getting worked up so you shook the dirty thoughts from your mind, doing one last round around the hotel room before setting off. They were playing a few states over from home, not too far but far enough to need a hotel. You had landed with barely enough time to make the show so you were on a time crunch.

Upon your arrival you were met with a wall of people, which was to be expected. Some of the fans had recognized you, asking you for pictures as they knew of your relationship with Josh, and upon talking to them for a few minutes they offered to help get you through to the front. With their help and the help of the group of people surrounding you, you were able to make it to the front but still somewhat off to the side. You were still close enough for the boys to see you, mainly Sammy as you were on his side of the stage.

When he did see you, the smile on his face was so big and bright, making the crowd go crazy. He waved his foot at you as his hands were much too preoccupied with his bass, and you scrunched up your nose in disgust but waved back. The interaction had caused a commotion in that section of the crowd, opting Josh to turn and see what the fuss was about. He turned with the biggest smile on his face, locking eyes with you for a second before looking away.

And then he realized.

He did a double take, mouth opened wide as you gave him a shy smile and a shrug. He had all but skipped over to that side of the stage, switching spots with Sam as if to really make sure you were there. The crowd erupted into screams and he beamed at everyone reaching out for him, bending down to grab their hands and sharing smiles, all the while shooting glances at you on occasion to make sure you were still there. Eventually he had to go back to center stage, but not after blowing you a kiss which you happily returned. The show continued and the energy was amazing. Once the show was nearing to an end you made your way out of the crowd and towards the back of the stage, where some of the crew recognized you and led you to the wings where you waited for your lover. You watched as the boys all came out one by one, and you hugged each and every one of them as tightly as possible. Saving your lover for last, you stayed wrapped in each others arms for what felt like ages. Whispered affections were swapped between the two of you, soft kisses were shared in your embrace. Josh had been bursting with energy from the show and now even more so because you had surprised him, and he couldn’t contain his excitement.

Eventually he found a way to, as he and the others needed to finish gathering their stuff to clear out. Once they did, you all headed out for a night on the town. They had a few days off until their next show, so they were spending the night in the same hotel you had reserved. It had all lined up perfectly.

That night after sharing some much needed quality time in the shower with your boyfriend, you found yourselves laying in the midst of bedsheets, warm and bare skin pressed tightly together not a single speck of anything able to make it through.

You turned to face Josh, one of your hands coming up to trace patterns into his cheeks as he pulled you impossibly closer to him. He dipped his head into your neck, nuzzling himself in there as he planted kiss after kiss that soon turned into biting and sucking. His right hand wandering down your body, around the curve of your ass and down to your thigh which he grabbed and hoisted onto his hip. You sighed at the wonderful feeling of him, eyes fluttering closed as soft moans left your throat at the pleasure you endured from your lover.

“Marry me,”

You felt his movements still for a second, and you held your breath as you waited for an answer. You knew you were ready for it, you had been ready for years. And you had always wanted it with him. You had been together for a few years now, and if anything your love only continued to grow more and more with each passing day.

After a few more seconds he continued where he had left off, this time with more hunger and desperation than before. You opened your mouth to say something, but instead a choked out moan is what came out as he slipped himself into you without warning. You tugged on his hair as he pounded himself into you, laying you on your back as he hovered over you to have better leverage. All that was heard around the room was the sounds of his balls slapping against your excitement, the moans that left your throat followed by the sounds coming from Josh. Wrapping your legs around him allowed him to fall into you deeper, so it didn’t take long for him to spill himself inside of you, burying himself as deep as he could inside of you, making sure his cum would stay rooted within you. He held you as your body found it’s release, pumping himself into you a few more times to help you ride out your orgasm.

When you both came down he stayed inside of you for a moment, holding you underneath him as he kissed you. He tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear, and you moaned softly as he pulled back slightly only to push back in.

“I’ll marry you,” he said, causing your eyes to flutter open, a shy smile making it’s way onto your lips.

“Yeah?”

He nodded his head, a smile much like your own on his lips.

“Yeah,” he confirmed.

You wanted to scream, and you did, but because he took this moment to pull back and slam himself into you, and off you went into round two of however many you had that night.

You went on for hours and hours, moving from the bed to the balcony, to the small couch in the room to the shower, to the bathroom counter. You made love on every inch of that room, finishing off once again in bed where you woke up a few hours later, wrapped up in each other the same way as you had fallen asleep.

You felt your core tingling as you recalled the memory. Josh made love to you like never before that night, and ever since then it had amplified by a thousand. Now, the way that certain ring had made it’s way onto your finger wasn’t until a few months later. The boys had gotten a small break throughout the tour, and not knowing the exact date as to when that would happen allowed Josh to plan a whole surprise, showing up at your front door step one day holding a bouquet of yellow roses, the ring in question sitting pretty atop the petals smack in the center of everything.

“You asked me to marry you but didn’t offer a ring, so I figured I’d help you out and meet you halfway.” he had joked upon you opening the door, and you had all but tackled him onto the ground after making sure the flowers and the ring were safe of course.

That same night you had been laying out on the trampoline after making a lovely dinner together, gazing up at the stars that just seemed to be shining brighter than any other night. You turned onto your stomach, admiring the beautiful man that lay smiling up at you. You leaned down, sharing a few kisses and matching smiles throughout. Your smile turned into a giggle, then into a full blown laugh. Josh laughed along, though he didn’t understand what was so funny.

Taking his hand, you fiddled with his fingers for a moment before stopping on a certain one, covering it as best as you could so he wouldn’t see. You looked up at him a few seconds later, and you were met with a big smile and watery eyes.

“I did have a ring,” you began, leaning down to kiss the ring you had just placed onto his finger. “I just hadn’t had the chance to give it to you yet.”

He pulled you into one of the tightest hugs ever, only letting go when you managed to squeeze out that you couldn’t breathe.

“I guess it’s really meant to be, huh?” he teased.

You offered him a shrug. “I’ve been trying to tell you, Kiszka.”

Fast forward some months later and here you were, engaged, sitting in your now shared home, anxiously waiting for the return of your fiancé. Fiancé. You smiled at the thought, it never failed to turn you into a pile of mush at the mention of it. It was surreal, it felt surreal. It’s what you had been dreaming of for years, and now a few years later were under your belt this time next to the one you’ve always loved.

In terms to the living situation you refused to leave your house and all of your plants as well as your garden, and Josh would never dream of making you leave, so he ended up upgrading from part time roommate to full time roommate. It wasn’t a big change as he had already been practically living with you once your relationship was made official, so it worked out beautifully. You loved going to bed together, waking up together, making breakfast together and doing the dishes together, talking amongst yourselves as a record spun in the background.

You felt your heartbeat pick up its pace as you heard a faint door slam, and you immediately knew. Working seconds you were up, running through the house towards the front door that was already being thrown open as you neared it.

“Miss me?”

You grinned at the sight of Sammy standing in front of you, arms wide open and a big smile plastered on his face. You walked over and wrapped your arms around him as tightly as the backpack on his back would let you, and you smiled into his chest as he swayed you back and forth.

"Don't we get a hug?"

You peaked under Sam's arm to see a grinning Jake and Danny, luggage in hands as they stood patiently waiting for their hugs. You moved away from Sam and all but jumped into a group hug with the other two, Sam joining in not long after. They were all talking at once into the hug, and it was almost loud enough for you to miss the sound of the front door closing, followed by an extra set of footsteps. Almost.

Before anyone could say anything you pushed your way through the sea of arms, squealing in excitement as you ran the short distance into your lovers arms. Your sobs were all that was heard around the room, aside from the whispered affections from Josh. After a few minutes you heard the others disappear, giving you and Josh some privacy. You clung to him like your life depended on it, and he practically had to carry you over to the couch where he sat down, immediately pulling you onto his lap.

"Shh, mama, it's okay." he whispered. "I'm home now, everything's okay."

If anything that made you cry even harder. You had missed him so much and you had been counting down the seconds for his arrival. Seeing the boys was one thing, but seeing Josh, your Josh standing right in front of you, it was a whole other thing. Your emotions were amplified by what felt like a thousand, and you felt embarrassed as you pulled back, taking in the sight of Josh's now tear soaked shirt.

"I'm sorry," you tried to say, but he quickly cut you off.

"It's okay, love, I understand."

He was always so understanding, no matter what. Even with the little things that to you at the moment felt like such big things, he was so comforting and understanding. Never once making you feel guilty or upset about anything. You pulled him into another hug and clung to him a little longer, letting him feel just how much you had missed him as he did the same to you. You talked amongst yourselves and you took this time to collect yourself, before heading out into the backyard where the others were hanging out.

You couldn't help but smile at the sight before you, they were all here. They were really here. After months of being along with just your plants you missed the commotion they brought with them. You had grown so accustomed to having Josh with you, in turn having the boys there as well that this tour had been a little bit harder this time around. Maybe due to certain circumstances, as you weren't new to the tour life, but it still made you feel eternally grateful to have them all back home.

"Did you guys eat yet?" you asked, lingering at the back door as you watched the brothers all talk amongst themselves. "I made some food for you guys right before you showed up, it's in the-"

They didn't even let you finish your sentence before they were all charging in to the kitchen, mumbling their thanks as they passed you. You watched happily as they fixed themselves a plate, sharing how excited they were to have a home cooked meal after so long. You had already been snacking early on in the day so you weren't too hungry, so you grabbed a couple beers out of the fridge for them, snatching water bottle for yourself before heading back outside to meet them. You sat around talking, and they thanked you for the beers as they all jumped into a long stream of tour recaps. They told you about what they got up to on the road, and they tried sugar coating some of the not so responsible things they had done but thankfully Danny was there to share in detail what actually happened.

"It wasn't stealing if she was too busy admiring my good looks to charge me." Sam tried to defend himself.

"All two hundred dollars worth of merchandise?" you deadpanned.

He gave you shrug as if to say 'what are you going to do about it now', which made you roll your eyes but laugh nonetheless as they continued to share more stories. Jake almost spraining his ankle as he was jumping on stage, Danny hurting one of his fingers from drumming too hard and your beloved boyfriend getting whacked with a flying disposable camera that was thrown on stage. You went from scared to worried to relaxed to laughing so hard your eyes were leaking at the corners, amongst other things that were leaking. You excused yourself for a moment, running into the restroom where you barely made it on time. After washing your hands and drying them you reached for the door, stepping out and almost running smack into Jake's chest.

"Oh my God!" you gasped, a hand flying up against your chest. "If I hadn't just peed I'd be peeing myself right now, dammit Jacob!"

He laughed and offered you an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I was just hoping I could talk to you for a second."

You let out a breath and nodded your head, leading him into one of the guest bedrooms where he normally stayed. You both took a seat at the foot of the bed, turning to face each other.

"What's up?" you asked him, taking in his somewhat nervous expression.

He took a deep breath before he spoke. "I know,"

You gave him a look.

"Like," he sighed, shaking his head. "I know, you don't have to pretend with me."

You gave him another weird look, you had no idea what he was talking about.

"Dude, Jake, what the hell are you on about?"

He closed his eyes for a second, before opening them and scooting closer. "I know what you're hiding." he spoke lowly and slowly, making sure you understood what he meant.

You tried not to let it show that you knew what he was referring to, but it was of no use. He was like your forbidden twin, he knew you almost as well as Josh did.

You sighed, slumping your shoulders in defeat.

"Does he know?" you asked quietly.

You felt him close the remaining space between the two of you, pulling you in for a side hug as he rubbed his hand over your arm.

"No, I don't think so. But I do think you should tell him, it's not fair to him and he deserves the truth."

You knew he was right. You and Josh were never ones to keep secrets from each other, and you were planning on telling him you were just wanting him to be home for it. You told Jake this, and he understood, simply insisting that you tell josh as soon as possible. You talked for a few more minutes, before leaving the room and heading back out to meet the rest of the boys. A few steps before the back door, Jake stopped you before you got too close.

"Whatever happens, we're here for you." he whispered.

You took a breath and nodded, giving him a nervous smile before the both of you headed outside to hangout with everyone else. For the rest of the night you tried to partake in the conversations, but your talk with Jake lingered on your mind. He was right, you knew he was right about telling Josh, you were just waiting for the right moment. But what if he hated you? What if he felt betrayed? You couldn't bear the thought of him hating you or being angry with you but at the end of the day it would be your fault, you would've brought the outcome onto yourself by not being honest with him.

You sighed, shaking the thoughts from your head as you took in the sight of the other boys standing up, saying their goodbyes to you and Josh. Wait, what?

"Wait, you're not staying?" you asked them, to which Sam opened his mouth to answer but Jake beat him to it.

"No, not tonight. We've hogged Josh long enough and we figured it's your turn to spend some time together." he explained. "Alone."

The look he gave you was more than enough to know that this was planned, by him nonetheless. You gave him a small nod, sharing a conversation with your eyes to let him know you understood. It needed to be done, and it would be done tonight. You and Josh walked the boys out, saying your goodbyes and sharing some hugs and you watched from the front porch as they drove away, returning back inside once they were out of sight. You relished in the quiet of the house, aside from Josh's humming to the music that played through the record player as you did the dishes together.

"You know," you spoke, breaking the silence. "I really missed this, I missed you."

He turned to face you with a smile, leaning in to give you a sweet kiss. "I missed you too, mama, so damn much."

The nickname always did something to you, but tonight it hit you harder than ever before. Your eyes watered at the sound of it, and you shut off the water then dried your hands, stepping into Josh's open arms as he took in your current state.

"What's the matter, lovie?" he worriedly asked. "Talk to me."

You shook your head, nuzzling into his neck as you cried. "I just really really fucking missed you." you spoke, voice muffled into his skin but he understood, pulling you tighter into his chest.

You stayed in the kitchen for a moment, Josh holding you tightly in his arms as you rocked you from side to side, his hands rubbing your back in a soothing motion. You decided to abandon the dishes, getting ready for bed instead. You took care of shutting the music off and making sure all the doors were locked and the lights were off as Josh went off into the shower, meeting you in bed moments later.

He held you in the darkness of your shared bedroom, tracing mindless patterns into the skin of your cheeks as you lay facing him. It was quiet, aside from your slow breathing and the quiet whispers of love the two of you shared in secret. It was the perfect moment to come clean, you needed to, you had to. So you did.

Sitting up in bed you turned to face Josh, crossing your legs as you played with the hem of his shirt that hung on your body.

"I need to tell you something," you whispered, looking at him for a second before training your eyes on your lap.

"What is it, baby?" he placed his hand on your knee, rubbing it soothingly and you appreciated it more than you could tell him as it helped ease your nerves.

"So," you started, taking a deep breath as you locked your eyes with his. "I don't really know where to start um,"

He gave you a comforting smile, assuring you there was no rush and to take your time.

"I just, um," you tried, but just couldn't form the words.

You tried a few other times, but nothing more of a handful of words would leave your mouth. At this point Josh noticed the severity of the situation, and he sat up, mirroring your position in bed as he took your hands in his.

"What's the matter, Y/N?" he asked.

You felt the tears coming again as you shook your head, clinging onto his hands as you tried to form the words. "I just - I had this whole thing planned on how I was going to tell you and now I - I can't - I don't know if I can do it."

He rubbed his thumbs over your hands, letting you calm down a bit before he spoke again. "What's the matter, mama, are you sick? Are you not feeling well?"

You shook your head no, as you did with every other guess he shared.

"You're starting to scare me, Y/N. If you're not sick and you're not leaving me then what could possibly have you in such a state I don't underst-"

"I'm pregnant."

And that shut him up.

He looked back at you with wide eyes, his grip on your hands tightening to such a degree which hurt, and you winced as you tried to pull your hands from his grip. He blinked then looked down at your wiggling hands, softening his hold on them as he rubbed them to soothe pain.

"I'm sorry did you just say you're - hold on you - you're what?"

You couldn't help but laugh at his reaction, he looked so lost and confused. You detached yourself from him and leaned over to reach into your nightstand drawer, pulling out the pictures you had gotten from the doctor. You turned on your bedside lamp as you handed them to him, watching as his eyes scanned the pictures for the answers to all of the questions you could clearly see were cooking up in his mind. You gave him a few moments to gather his thoughts, watching as you jumped from picture to picture.

"I don't understand I mean - how did this - I mean I know how but like, when is more of the question."

You gave him a smile and took hold of his hand, fiddling with the ring on his finger.

"Remember that last time I went to visit you on tour? We didn't use protection, and we had talked about trying." you explained, but the confusion never left his face. "There wasn't any signs honestly, I had no idea either I wasn't feeling any different and the only thing that was missing was my period, but sometimes I get really stressed and it messes with my cycle I mean, you know this too so it wasn't anything new. But then it just wouldn't show up and so I took a test and yada yada yada fast forward and here we are! Ta-da, surprise! I'm so sorry I didn't tell you I didn't want to tell you over the phone it didn't seem right and I just-oh!"

Your ears were ringing at the squeal, yes squeal, Josh let out as he placed the pictures on the bed carefully, before pulling you into a big hug. This time he made sure to only squeeze up top, not near your belly. You laughed at his excitement, feeling relief wash over you at his reaction. You had been so afraid he was going to be upset with you for keeping it from him for so long, but you wanted the moment to be a perfect. And it turned out to be nothing short of.

"We're having a baby, holy fuck!"

Josh's voice broke you from your thoughts, and you pulled away with a sheepish smile.

"Um, actually," you spoke, taking a deep breath before dropping the rest of the bomb on him.

"There's two."

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some small updates

Hi y’all, I've been logged into hellsite for like thirty seconds and haven’t managed to work myself up into arbitrary rage so that’s good ig.

It’s beeennnnn ... oh wow.

It’s been exactly a month since I went on a real hiatus. That's fucking wild. tbh not much is happening on my end. I’m trying to get started as a freelance editor but it’s like a super slow burn. I’ve written a little, but not a lot, and it’s been kind of a struggle trying to find things that count as self care while actually being self care. It’s planner season and I’ve already spent toooo much money on hobonichi and the stationary shit, etc. This year’s dalmajung concept is killing me slowly and Sexy Nukim was just mind meltingly cool. So like, all in all, a pretty average time for me. I can’t say I've missed this space a ton, but I have missed y’all, so that definitely counts for something.

A few things:

Sacrificial is still getting posted weekly-ish on AO3. It’s not behind their accounts wall, and we’re not even half way the story yet, so you’ve got plenty of time to start reading and maybe get an account there to subscribe if you so desire. The feedback and love people have been giving the story has really blown me away. It’s given me the courage to try to make sure that as I work through edits, it comes out closer to what I originally intended. Will it ever really meet my impossibly high standards?? Probably not, but it’ll be closer and that matters more to me at this point. Please consider reading it if you’re interested! Here's a link, have fun.

In a couple of hours, I will be posting the first in what I hope is a series of weird hybrid fics. The series is called Animals in Predicaments and I’m fucking vibrating with excitement for it. When I realized I was burnt out as hell in like, July, @thatlongspringnight said I needed to work on something fun and absurd, rather than something that was going to rip my feelings out and eat them. Y’all probably don’t know this but I have a SERIOUS LOVE for hybrid fics, so being able to work on something crack-y and strange and delightful was just ... so nice. I got held up on the smut though so this took me like two months to complete alkdjsfhlaskdjh but I finished it last night and ah, wow. I’m just really glad I managed to finish something at all. It’ll go up on ao3 and mmmmmaybe here, I haven’t decided. Regardless, I’ll be back with a link so y’all know it's up.

Sooooo yeah, there you have it. I’m not ready to return to this space for real, yet. Honestly, most socials just make my brain hurt anymore and ugh, I have little patience with the bullshit that happens on them. I looked up a few weeks ago and realized I'd lost touch with why I was here in the first place: Celebrating these seven weirdoes by writing stories about them. So many people have lost the point of this community, and it makes me incredibly sad and angry.

With that said, I’m still incredibly grateful for the people who’ve continued to read my shit and love it. It means the world to me.

I’ll be back in a couple of hours with a link. Lots of love, y’all 💜 stay safe and well.

#updates from the void #texts from em

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clotpolesonly · 11 months

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7, 14, 17!

7) What’s the last thing you read that made you cry?

i don’t think that anything i’ve read has ever actually gotten real tears out of me. gotten misty-eyed a few times, but never legit cried. i’ve gotten closer over stuff that i’ve written myself or thought about writing/daydreamed my way through. i think the most recent of those might’ve actually been my Sterek fic These Violent Delights?? which featured a scene where Derek, in the midst of feeling anxious and strung out and all around awful, was struck with an awful desire to go home that had nothing to do with a physical location or his actual house. probably because that was a strongly projected experience of mine, rooted in the dissolution of the fannish communities i’d come to rely on at the time i was writing that fic 😅 so the writing of it hit me kinda hard

14) Post a line of dialogue from one of your WIPs without context.

“It’s my soul,” Ronan said, a stubborn, petulant twist to his mouth. “I can do what I want with it.”

17) Describe a fic that is still in the ‘ideas’ stage.

ok i'll pick a different idea this time fic where acespec!Ronan kinda sorta genuinely doesn't realize that he's an attractive person 😂 he's baffled by how Declan manages to sleep with that many people, like how does he even FIND that many people willing to sleep with him?? which confuses tf out of Declan cuz like......people are falling over themselves to sleep with Ronan lmao. or they would be if Ronan's attitude wasn't so standoffish. Declan having to look Ronan in the eye and be like "people absolutely want to have sex with you. have you looked in a mirror lately?? you look like me, which is to say, extremely attractive." Declan insisting on taking Ronan out to a big club to prove to him that they're both hot shit 😂 cuz that just sounds like a fun sibling bonding activity

send me fanfic asks!

#and the answer is #Anonymous

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Hello pi! This is by no means rushing you but I just want to ask, when are you releasing the next delete this part? Love the series hope you can release it soon!

No worries, I’m usually going about posting whenever I feel like it’s ready to go. Thank you for supporting Delete this!

As for the next update, it will be a little further away, no specific timetable. Honesty time: I’ve been lukewarm in continuing the series right now and didn’t really want to make an announcement putting it on indefinite hiatus. I feel a lot more liberated focusing on one-shots for now, especially with how experimental my last few fics have been. I don’t have to worry about continuity, characters, and overaeching narrative with singular fics compared to a long running series. Also, Delete this with this new style would be tonally jarring for most readers, so I want to practice a little more before getting back into it. The overall plot hasn’t really changed, nor have I really run into a brick wall continuing from that cliffhanger, I just haven’t had much desire to continue it as of now, and I want to test myself a little more, especially with combining fanciful prose with blunt detail.

I hope you can wait a little bit longer! <3

(TL;DR: No specific timetable for the next chapter, kind of cold on continuing the series right now, and still testing the waters with my current and experimental writing style and how to adapt it for Delete this.)

#asks #question #idevian

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shadydigress · 1 year

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Hello, ShadyDigress. We meet again. I have since then changed my name on here to match my fiction account and just made my whole Tumblr account for fanfiction.

I will have you know, by the way, that I’ve been wanting to join Tumblr for a few years but just never did. And the desire to share my silly fanart with you a couple months ago pushed me over the edge. That’s right! “What I Wouldn’t Do” MADE ME join Tumblr!!!

Now. On to business. A deal is a deal! I said I would give you fanart to celebrate Chapter 20, and I’m a degenerate of my word!

Truth be told, I actually did this like two months ago. I just didn’t send it to you because I figured I’d send it as a “thank you” the next time you updated. So here it is.

Btw, you can thank Pinterest for this. I was not planning on doing another fanart, but then I stumbled on a drawing template and was just like: “Oh my god. It’s them.” And so, this adorable shit happened.

As you can see, I changed up my style quite a bit since the last artwork I sent you. I have done some more experimenting and I got a whole set of markers just for portraits recently. So I was grateful to have the opportunity to try those out with this. One of the biggest struggles of being an artist: not knowing wtf to draw. 😆

By the way, there IS space on this page for another drawing. No promises but if I find a template I like (or if you have a suggestion I latch onto), you just might get another one of these. To be clear tho, I do NOT do NSFW art. My asexual ass doesn’t have the courage to WRITE smut, much less draw it. 💜🖤🤍 Though, as you can probably tell, I have no such qualms about READING IT. 😆

At the time I drew this, your last updated chapter was Chapter 19, so I drew Sabrina in her scrubs (the most common color I saw online was like navy blue, so I just went with that) and Fisk in his button-up shirt. And I really love the resulting image because to me, because of the angle you wouldn’t know those were scrubs unless you knew they were scrubs, so it looks like they’re just in their casual clothes and that to me just gives this just such an air of love and intimacy.

Anyways! I really hope you like it! Happy Holidays!

I AM SCREAMING AT THE ABSOLUTE TOP OF MY LUNGS AHHHAHAHHAHHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

There are seriously no words to express just how much it means that you love this little fic that I started. I knew I was taking a huge risk posting it because it's a female OC shipped with a character that nobody gives a rip about lol. And also Sabrina is friggin weird. But you found the fic and you love it and my heart literally omg <33333333333333

You're one of the main reasons why I kept writing, and it means so so so much that you enjoy this fic cuz I literally almost gave up after my first chapter literally got like ten hits.

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allalrightagain · 1 year

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I posted 592 times in 2022

107 posts created (18%)

485 posts reblogged (82%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 572 of my posts in 2022

Only 3% of my posts had no tags

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Longest Tag: 139 characters

#there’s a famous-in-certain-circles person with the same spelling as my name and it was very surreal when it first started being brought up

My Top Posts in 2022:

OH YES character ask game i was hoping it’d find its way here!! remus and harry please ❤️ (and/or anyone else you have Thoughts about!!)

XD Thank you! Remus and Harry are good ones haha. This took me forever to nail down specifics and I still didn’t succeed, this is the best I’ve got lmao. Under a cut because I think this is even longer than the last one 😂

favorite thing about them

Remus

I could write a whole essay on each of them—how/why I project on them, a hundred little things I think about regularly— but I will try to keep it short. What sticks with me about Remus, over and over, is how much he’s able to do with so little. He is going through it literally every day. I liked Remus a lot in initial reads, but it wasn’t until I returned to the books and fandom that he really started standing out to me. A direct quote of an annotation from my last reread (Dec ’19, which I never finished) just after he’s introduced says

“Not only is Remus a dementor hotspot as it is, but Lupin’s summer goes something like this: accepts job working at hogwarts, sirius escapes, he gets on the hogwarts express (without any of his now dead or imprisoned best friends for the first time ever) falls asleep, wakes up to a spitting image of his dead best friend and a dementor outside the door, best friend’s son who he hasn’t seen since said best friend died passes out on the floor and then Remus has to come up with a happy memory?? It’s really no wonder he doesn’t notice Peter is Scabbers. He’s got too much on his mind. Like grief.”

He has seen so much, and yet despite everything he still keeps moving, keeps fighting, keeps showing up when he absolutely is not expected to. All of his little gestures, the reaching out to grab Harry’s shoulder and then thinking better of it, there’s just so much going on in his head all the time and at least 60% of it is angst (and it should probably be a lot higher than that).

Harry

Harry has been my comfort character for almost longer than I can remember— that’s not an exaggeration, my dad read the first three books out loud to me the year I started kindergarten and I reread them every summer until the last book came out when I was in middle school. I have, no joke, spent more time thinking about him than the entirety of my college major and current career combined. I think the same resilience we see in Remus stands out in Harry (a HUGE portion of DIWF planning was outlining similarities between the two for a reason— they are absolutely mirrors), the same desire to be kind, to care even when it seems foolish. If I had to pick one single thing, it’s that; the empathy he offers to others (almost) no matter what. and on the few occasions he doesn’t, I was well ahead of him in telling them to fuck off

least favorite thing about them

Remus

Voted most likely to give his kid daddy issues :( I love him dearly but at the first sign of a hiccup Remus’s instinct is to be anywhere but here and justifies it by doing something productive wherever that “not here” is. See: reading during SWM, resigning from Hogwarts, the werewolf packs, the horcrux hunt.

Harry

Excepting the epilogue/CC which I do not count against him, of course. Idk if I even have a least favorite thing. Everything that comes to mind I immediately justify lmao. I guess he can be a bit of an asshole, and he’s very quick to judge the good guys from the bad guys, which mostly works out in his favor but sometimes means he justifies things he shouldn’t (or hates someone without much cause).

favorite line

Remus

Hard-pressed not to pick the scene where Snape and Remus (and Harry) discuss the Map in POA without Remus copping to anything. OR possibly “No one’s going to try and kill you until we’ve sorted a few things out." Love scary!Remus.

Harry

Too many to count— I just spent like 3 hours rereading bits and pieces and I’ve given up trying to pick just one, or even a couple. He’s got some really great sass backs, particularly to Snape, Malfoy, and the Dursleys, plus a couple really upsetting lines like “People don’t like being locked up” or “Parents,” said Harry, “shouldn’t leave their kids unless — unless they’ve got to,” but I genuinely don’t think I can pick a favorite.

brOTP

Remus

Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs <3 Although I do like Remus and Lily as friends.

Harry

Ron. 100%.

OTP

Remus

Ok this is just going to look like an unpopular opinion answer, but I love Remadora and Wolfstar about the same. Also Remus/Tonks/Sirius I love a lot. James/Lily/Sirius/Remus goes in honorable mentions.

Harry

Hinny :) Drarry I’ll read but you have to sell me on it a bit unless I’m in the mood.

nOTP

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Diversity win! Your nb coworker just won a sports argument with you thanks to knowledge gained from fandom!

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Hate that I’m working when I desperately want to get out resurrected Lily/James have to live with 30 something Remus/Sirius and also Harry

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Out of the Woods (Wormtail Week Day 1)

Life continues after the ending of every story, happy or otherwise. Or: Peter has a plan, after everything falls apart. He isn't totally sure if it's going to plan, though. Peter Pettigrew/Petunia Dursley Post-Halloween 1981, cheating, getting together

Once upon a time, there was a young girl named Petunia who dreamed of getting out. Out of town, out of the house, out of the way of her perfect, peculiar sister and her strange, special friends.

Unlike them, Petunia didn’t have magic to whisk her away from life as she knew it; it took time and hard work and a calculated “miracle” or two (oh that’s so funny! I just happened to…), until she got a wedding and a king and a castle far, far away, just as she’d always hoped.

But then, of course, fairy tales don’t tell the story after the Happily Ever After.

At first, it was perfect. They had a darling, delightful prince, and Petunia got to decide what foods to eat, how much to clean, what their garden should look like.

And so she cooked and she cleaned and she gardened and she cared for their son, and when she was done for the day, Vernon would return and she would do half of it over again.

Her parents died, leaving her the keys to a kingdom she’d renounced long ago. As ever, she did what was right, what was expected, and her amazing, absent sister couldn’t be bothered to show.

She kept the keys to the house she didn’t want in a little box in the kitchen, just in case. She didn’t know what it was in case of, especially once Lily had died and left her nothing but another baby to care for, but just in case of something. She knew better than anyone that anything was often well beyond the scope of the expected or the imaginable.

And sure enough, one winter afternoon, she found a rat in her kitchen.

She’d only just put the boys down for a nap (and what a hassle that was with two of them! Each setting the other off crying again when they’d almost fallen asleep, over and over, until she wanted to leave them both alone in the hopes that they’d tire each other out and maybe maybe let it be quiet again) and she had returned downstairs with the intent of starting dinner when she found it— him— sitting cool as you please on Petunia’s sparkling counters, drinking a snifter of Vernon’s most expensive brandy.

She let out a scream before she thought of the boys she’d only just gotten to sleep and swallowed it back. But the rat seemed uninterested, and… did he just raise an eyebrow?

She cast around for a broom or a pan to scare him off but the only thing closer to her than the rat was the teddy she’d planned to mend after Dudley had ripped the head off. It would have to do.

Careful not to get too close— she didn’t want to hit the glass— she swung out with the stuffie, and still the rat looked unimpressed.

“Out,” she cried, with another swing, this one a bit closer, “Get out of my house! I don’t want you here!”

This had never worked on Lily or the Snape boy either, but she knew magic had all sorts of rules to learn, and, well, she could hope that was one. In films, Dracula needed permission to enter, maybe that was true of witches, too.

The rat had put down his drink to face her directly.

“Didn’t you hear me?” she said, as loudly as she dared. “Leave!”

But the rat did not, and when she swung out once more, the snifter wobbled precariously.

“Fine! Fine,” she conceded, slumping back against the refrigerator, beheaded teddy leg still clutched in her hand. “Well? If you’ve got a message for me, or whatever, say it now before my husband gets home.”

Finally, the rat moved. A step away from the brandy, then a running leap at her that made her shriek again and swat it away with her makeshift weapon— except when it made contact it was with a fully grown man, not a rat at all.

He stood before her, wand held casually in one hand— not exactly brandishing it at her, but showing it off. He was short, not quite as tall as she was, with bright, straw blond hair, and he looked like a strong wind would bowl him over, despite having a bit of bulk on her. If it wasn’t for the stupid wooden stick in his hand, she thought she could easily take him.

That, and the rat thing.

“First of all, we’ve got to work on your security system. D’you know who I am?”

He didn’t ask like Vernon— or his father— did, full of expectation and impatience. The man-who-was-also-a-rat asked like he expected to have been overlooked, like he was afraid even now that he’d be thrown out for not being recognized. It was a look Petunia had trained away from her own expression when she’d lost her accent.

“I’m afraid I don’t, mister…”

“Pettigrew,” he said cautiously, “Peter Pettigrew.” And then, after a moment of hesitation, “I was— I was friends with your sister and your… brother-in-law.”

“Yes, well, they’re both dead now, and they’ve left me their son, as I’m sure you’re aware, seeing as you’ve let yourself into my kitchen.”

“Like I was saying, better security system. Which brings me to why I’m here.”

He made a sort of gesture to imply he’d like to sit down at the table and discuss it, but when Petunia didn’t budge from her place against the fridge, he stayed standing in the middle of the room.

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My #1 post of 2022

I don't have time or energy to tease out @impishtubist's prompt of resurrected James/Lily need to learn to live with Sirius, Remus, and Harry, but have five drabbles (really! 100 words each!) on their first dinner together. Canon divergence, somewhere around OotP.

Harry had gone to the Ministry expecting death—his or Sirius’s or one of his friends— and hoped to survive. Instead, he’d gotten something more miraculous than even he could wish for. Every minute since his parents— parents! He’d never really had those!— had stumbled out of the veil has been spent learning something new: the way his mother flicks away the ends of her hair, the weight of his father’s hand on his shoulder, the way they smiled at each other. He learns and he waits for it to all be ripped away and enjoys it while he can.

They’re all sat at a kitchen table in a house none of them own. Six chairs. Five people, five place settings. There should be six of them and James hasn’t quite accepted that there aren’t. Remus and Sirius have had a whole life— Harry’s whole life— or at the very least years to try and understand what could never be explained. James is angry and upset and happy to be alive and so, so confused by this world that’s wrong in unexpected ways. Five of them are here and Harry had flinched when the sixth was mentioned, and James aches.

Remus blinks again, still expecting the mirage to dissipate and leave him full of pain and drugs and regret. Magic didn’t bring people back from the dead. If it could, he would have gone to the Ministry sometime before now and dragged them back himself and saved them all the trouble. Remus was supposed to struggle through it, to make it to the finish line decades too soon, die in some tragic or heroic way and be greeted with pity and love as he had in life. Cobbling together a table full of loved ones had never been the plan.

The last few moments of Lily’s life keep flashing behind her eyes; her toddler’s confused face, the cold, cruel laugh, a blinding flash of death-green light. She keeps them open, watches the room instead of memories fifteen years and hours old. Sees how her son looks to Sirius before he moves or speaks, how he flinches and shrinks in on himself, how he shakes. He doesn’t look to Remus, and Remus can’t stop looking at her and James. They aren’t a family, they’re just a ball of tangled strings, tied up in all the wrong ways, impossible to untangle.

Sirius had dreamt this, truly dreamt instead of nightmares, that first night after Azkaban—all of them together: Sirius his own age, James and Lily forever twenty-one, Remus somewhere in between. Harry had just been there, one and eleven all at once. It didn’t compare to this moment of absolute lightness Sirius feels watching his family— free from death and that horrible house— joyous at the most perfect dinner he’ll ever eat. They have time to fight, to learn to live together, to not set off each of their particular traumas. That will come, because they, somehow, have time.

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maybe bts with local flour outage? I love your fics btw!

Local Flour Outage

Behind the scenes under the cut!

In some ways, power outages held a type of charm.

As I have made abundantly clear, I am from Texas and WOULD have had no idea what a power outage during winter is actually like. Except, lucky for you all, our state government is full of a bunch of cucks and we had that winter storm last year that lasted longer because of our shit electrical grid, so I got to be very familiar with what stands out when you’ve been cold and without internet for a few days.

Determined not to let that ache in her chest control her

Almost every poem I’ve ever written has been about story and nostalgia and the pain of fond memories. I think if I leaned more into that, I could maybe try writing more prose, but don’t worry I’ll keep the heavy dialogue going for now lol

Now, moving into the fourth day, Louise noticed the frayed edges and fading vibrance of her perfectly curated furniture.

There would be absolutely no sense of what Louise’s apartment looks like if it wasn’t for my beta Gemgirl28 who said “have you considered describing a setting?”

“But I’m not walking out in the freeze to help you kill yourself.”

“Just this once?”

I love that this became the summary, but it was originally supposed to be Louise kicking Logan out of her apartment:

“Are you really that naive?” Logan bent down to her height and whispered, full of spite, “Every person you have ever been with has wanted to be the little spoon. Wanted to wear you like a backpack, and it’s just a fact of life.”

“Here’s another fact for you,” Louise said and started to shouldered him towards the door. “Freeze to death in your own apartment. I’m tired of your goddamn attitude.”

Without permission, he directed himself to the couch and plopped down, claiming his favorite spot closer to the arc lamp he would swing back and forth when bored.

My favorite activity is sneaking in a million different ways that these two Know each other and seeing which ones my readers latch onto. This one didn’t land, but I think everyone was too distracted by the make out scene lol.

“-an Aunt Gayle original from her anus period.”

The greatest string of words I’ve ever put together.

They swapped stories about their most terrible presents received, and he again reminded her of how much he loooved his melon baller and the ton of action it got in the very back of his utensil drawer.

I think one day I’ll rewrite this piece. I’m so grateful that people like it, but bits like this seem rushed to me. Of course, the first fic I ever posted was 4k words about a 10 minute car ride, sooo that might just be my desire to slow the fuck down and actually LIVE in this conversation lol

“Uhhh,” she scratched her chin. “I have scrabble?”

With how hard he jolted and shook his head, she was surprised his neck hadn’t cracked.

“Absolutely not.”

Tom Bush saying “it’s you-know-what night” when referring to him and Cynthia’s Scrabble Night changed me as a person.

“Oh my god,” she said, concealing none of her astonishment. “Did you not know you can use gas during a power outage?”

Ripped from the very real experience of my current partner not knowing you could use gas in a power outage. The winter storm taught us a lot about each other.

“I have a heat source. You go shiver in the living room.”

Nobody cared that they got pranked three times, and I am POUTING about it. (I posted a pirate fic for the the shiver prompt, I posted a more conventional shiver story the day after, AND I put up 8 fics instead of 7). I feel like that deserves sooome “oh you old so and so!” But no. Everybody’s distracting by the ✨kissing✨

She stilled as a pair of arms wrapped around her hips. Through their multiple layers, she could feel him all the same pressed against her back. Neither moved. He had even stopped breathing.

👀👀👀 ooooooo, lol I love Logan taking risks romantically. He basically has to because Louise would never without like a toooon of narrative influence and introspection, but he’s also very stubborn and (in my headcanons) worries about being loved. It leads to him ALSO not wanting to take the first step, but anytime a character goes “actually, wait, no, yeah I’m gonna do it” my heart does little flips. Awkward characters arent my cup of tea, and, while he may be an idiot, Logan’s confident about it.

“You didn’t know? You lose a lot of heat in the neck,” and he punctuated the thought with what could have been a kiss, but all she could focus on was the breath ghosting over her pulse point.

Have y’all seen The Waitress (the movie)? There’s this scene where she’s in the kitchen and the doctor is kissing her neck, and the whole time I’m like “more of this always and forever”

Grabbing the handle, Logan didn’t bother with a bowl and scooped straight from the pot.

King of dumbass bachelor behavior

That still didn’t give him the right to come into her apartment with his words, and his face, and his arms and-

A line that I can hear lol

“I don’t care.” Logan stuck his nose in the air. “I know what I’m worth, and it’s at least ten minutes of being little spoon.”

Fucking love this whole exchange about being the little spoon. This is where the fic originated (an idea of Louise and Logan arguing about who was going to get to be little spoon), so it kind of read like it’s the heart of the fic. To me at least!

“I hate how beds are cold when you first get in,” Louise said to the ceiling, “and you have to lay there for a bit until it warms up.”

“That’s most things though, isn’t it?” Logan shrugged and shuffled to also talk to the ceiling. “You have to jump in then adjust.”

What is this? Literary devices maybe? Dramatic irony perhaps? I may be laying it on a bit thick, but I was excited for this part because it’s like “yeah it’s new and that’s different but it’ll be good if you give it a chance. And if it never warms up then you jump out, but like wouldn’t you rather try to be cozy if that’s what you want anyway?”

He whistled, and she tilted to find him staring at the wall where her hwandudaedo was mounted.

Trying to find a sword for Louise sent me on an hour long quest where I absolutely got distracted and starting watching “rusty sword restored” type videos. The ones that kinda sound like asmr? Yeah those. I retained NONE of the sword knowledge.

She was wearing his shirt.

The wearing of another character’s clothes in my writing is a pretty good indication that something sexy is about to happen in the next ten lines or so.

His hand slipped under one, and the chill of his fingers hit her bare skin. Much like the dripping faucet, it shocked her but in a way that made her feel alive.

Connecting a line later on back to the intro is something that can actually be so personal

“What?” Logan asked then nosed under her beanie, his cheek brushing against her ear. “Jeez!”

She jerked away at the sudden noise, turning to glare at him. “Ow! Be careful, that’s my ear you’re yelling in.”

If you’re worried about writing sexy, write something unsexy to put in there. It eases your own nerves, makes it feel more realistic, and give your characters something to joke about (and humor is very very sexy)

The “Oh fuck” fell out of his mouth like it had been waiting on his tongue for too long. His hand agreed, shooting up from her waist and into her hair, and pulling her to him for a kiss. Her similar habit of not backing down led her to deepen their passion until both were left breathless.

Again, they parted with matching shudders. Logan’s choke for air halfway made it out of his mouth before he swallowed it back down. He angled his chin in tiny measures but didn’t come closer even as his lips stayed parted with all the wanting and hoping neither could verbalize.

This bit came to me while I was in the shower. I have never once interrupted my showers for anything, not god, king, or country, but I damn near bust my ass slipping out of the bathroom to write this down.

She angled to give him more room but let a whisper escape her. “So good.”

Stuck just before another bite, he stilled.

“Again,” he said, rough and desperate.

Me, chanting and beating on the table: praise kink, praise kink, praise kink. But then also continuing to play with the power dynamics by having him make a demand while being horned up? (Double tucks my hair) not so bad if I do say so myself

The power came back at eight that night, but Louise and Logan decided they wanted to pretend for a little while longer.

They didn’t fuck btw. I know I know, but consider the horrible wonderful build up to their actual sex scene? Hm? Anyway, loooved how this ended, and I hope y’all did too!

#babsbles #asks #fic #thank you for sending the ask!! it amazes me that people want to know this stuff and I am genuinely so grateful #you are so sweet!! 💕💕#halfway through the asks gang 😂😂

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