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xo-cuteplosion-xo · 3 years

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Yayy! Requests from one of my fave writers are open💕💕💕

Soo, I’ve had this fic idea for quite some time in my mind and it could be interesting. I would love to see a Dazai x Fem!Reader where the reader is a new member of the agency and have been work partners for quite some time with Dazai. The reader feels insecure because Dazai doesn't do his usual flirty stuff to her, but that's only because Dazai doesn't know how to deal with the feeling of real love, and one day, they have a painful talk about it (which starts with the reader confronting him about this when he asks what’s wrong, maybe?)- I would love for this to go from angst to fluff, thank you so much 💔💕

Awwww! I'm a favorite writer of yours! Thank you for such a generous compliment!

My belladonna |Dazai x Female Reader|

Warnings: dazai’s typical thoughts, long fic

Words: 2,385

I worked hard on this one, so I hope you like it. The fluff does take a bit but I assure you the fluff at the end is worth the angst!

Love, a humane concept many never give a second thought towards. What is love exactly? Is it the feeling of being happy which is caused by another? Then what separates love from a deep underlying friendship? Is it the fluttering tightness in your chest? Could it be the sweat and discomfort that forms near somebody you supposedly love? Was love only something a sane person who understands the meaning behind being human can feel and understand? Love raises so many questions it’s better to ignore all contact, to avoid anything that could lead to falling deeper.

Dazai had never put so much of his mind's capabilities onto a feeling before. He’d never wondered what love meant. His eyes stared off beyond the clouds as he thought about his recent missions with her. She was always so different from the other women he knew or had met over the years. The way she made her presence known in the room, or how her body seemed to be the last thing he noticed. That was important, at least when looking at Dazai. Dazai was not a man of the gentlemen variety. He actually rather impolite, some could say disgusting. He was, after all, a womanizer. It was no unknown fact he slept around, flirted, and even treated women with disrespect. Yet here she was, the newest member of the agency, his current partner. He could hardly glance her way without being star-struck. His eyes would nearly reflect the look of a teenage boy lost in a fantasy. He imagined what her voice would sound like, saying I love you, thank you, you're welcome. He imagined what goodbye embraces and welcome back embraces would feel like. Imagined her kindness, pointed and focused on him. All of this made him confused, he’d never been here before. Nobody in all his miserable years had ever strayed his thoughts to such territory. To avoid confronting the feelings that may or may not spook him, he ignored her. He treated her like he would any other co-worker. He never once asked her his questions of the suicidal manor. He never once flirted with her, he hardly talked to her.

You grew to notice these things over time. The way he avoided you; like you were some disaster waiting to happen. The way he flirted with almost every other woman besides you. Every time you worked by his side, the pain only increased. The thud of your own heart kept you from falling over the pain. Every time he glanced another's way, felt like another dagger stabbed to your side. Thoughts of what if’s eventually circled within your head. Asking yourself if you had done something to insult him. Even his coworkers couldn’t give you a solid answer to Dazai’s behavior. No matter what you did for him, he never seemed to show an ounce of care in your direction. He didn’t touch the gifts you gave him, no matter what they were. Even if they were tips on his little obsession with suicide, he ignored them. He couldn’t face you in person either. Unless you worked together, he hardly spoke to you.

Like any sane person, you couldn’t handle it anymore. A confrontation was called for.

Beneath the moonlight, as the hours of the agency closed and Dazai stayed behind, you fell back to have privacy with him. Even as the others left and bid you good luck with confronting him, you stayed put. It wasn’t that Dazai stayed late to work, he stayed late to make sure everything was alright with the agency, and to grab any leftover coffee/food from the day. He hadn’t expected to run into you as he attempted to leave with a few bags of collected things, stolen things. The moonlight glimmered against your reflection, illuminating your every feature. His eyes instantly darted from you to the door. Unsure how to respond, he let the atmosphere settle in, despite the awkwardness. “We need to talk.” Your voice despite the slight aggravation was more than angelic to him.

Putting on a smile, he raised a brow to play off the thudding pound of his heart. “Oh? We do, did something come up?” he sounded almost nervous, but he masked it enough to hide it from you.

Another silence folded over the two. With every moment, Dazai became less and less comfortable. Being in her presence was enough to send his mind whirling with confusing thoughts again. Her own nerves were starting to act up. Having to hold her hands behind her back as she fidgeted. Within the dimly lit room, illuminated by a few lights and the moon, they stood. Neither of them spoke, afraid of what came after the silence.

That was until your voice picked up from the silence. Shattering it with a soft echo. Speaking with a meek voice, you asked Dazai about his recent behavior with you. “Do you hate me?” The words slipped with ease, but hurt to speak. Afraid, he'll choke on his answer and tell you that you had done something to harm his ego, or that he didn’t find you interesting.

Dazai’s hands slid into his pockets, clenching together tightly. “No, why would you think I hate you?” he spoke clearly with no hint of nervous hesitation or lies. Yet, you could not believe him. Within his body language, the lack of eye contact, the unsure tilt of the head, the slip of his hands to his pockets, it all told you he was hiding something.

Exhaling as calmly as you could to calm your nervous chatter, you spoke up again. “Look at me then.” You hissed the words, your own eyes darting to look away from him.

Dazai froze before his head slowly shook. “I can’t,” he mumbled. His voice losing the usual confident, cocky tone as he spoke. There was no childish intent, no cocky extent, no humor to his voice. It was bland with nervous fear.

“Because you don’t like me.” Saying the words out loud made the knives that struck through turn into poisonous bullets. Each word, each realization had the initial sting of a bullet, but left a thudding emptiness, the poison.

“I don't,” he whispered. Though his voice cracked in a waiver. His breathing unsteady to match your own rapid breaths. His heart pounded with a fear he’d never felt before. His heart, his mind, it was still too confusing. He didn’t understand, couldn’t comprehend this feeling.

“Yes, you do! You treat every other woman the same! I wouldn’t mind if you just… if you just didn’t flirt, but you… you won’t even look at me!” with every pause and stutter, the pain grew. With every pause, your voice picked up. The ocean of emotion you had left untouched and sealed, starting to unravel and make sense.

“... I…” Dazai had no reply to your words. His head screamed at him to reach out and grab hold of you. To drop down and do as he always did. Another half of him told him to pull something else. To pull out a gift and woo you with flowers and soft praises. He didn’t understand how to truly appreciate this feeling or how to acknowledge it. He wants so much revolving around you, but he didn’t know what to do. Not even his words could form a snarky comeback or an excuse. He couldn’t pull the usual words like, you’re just too stunning to look at.

Watching his silence, and the only word he spit be a single vowel, you shook your head. The emotional fire within your chest letting go. You turned towards the door rather dramatically. Your hand grasping the handle in a swift motion. “You’re a selfish bastard Dazai. You’re a selfish bastard. Letting women fall in love only to rip their hearts from their chests. I knew you were one of those men, yet I still… I still gave it to you.” Dropping the anger and the loudness of your voice you spoke softly. With slight drips of venom being used to cover the pain consuming you.

He watched her pull the door open in one single movement. His eyes traced her movements as the door slammed. The words she spoke took what felt like millennia to make sense. He kept trying to make sense of her words, he didn’t understand any of them. He couldn’t until he took into thought his own heart. He stopped trying to make sense, and rather let his heart make sense of it. Understanding human emotions, understanding what made humans… Well, humans, was never his forte. Not a second later, his eyes shot wide and his lips parted with shock. A new thought he’d never understand crossing his restless mind. “Why, why would she love me?” he shook away the thought, reaching for the handle of the door and flinging it open. Never in his life had he been the one doing the chase, yet here he was doing just that. His feet carried him down the stairs and out of the building. The slow patter of the rain provides a dramatic splatter when his feet hit the cold cement. His breaths formed white puffs of air as he skidded to a stop. Thinking back to missions, recalling the sentences he’d tried to ignore. The things about her he tried to ignore. The invitations to walk. The way she came up behind him, trying to interact while he ignored her. Without having to recall much, his feet swerved to the left and ran. His feet slid here and there over the slippery gravel, the mud, and sharp turns. His gut led him instead of his mind. For once, he was trusting his instincts. The park his heart shouted. The first time he’d truly fallen for her, the smile she gave him on her first day. It was love at first sight. Love, admitting it was really such a humane feeling was terrifying. Yes, he’d always wanted to understand humanity, but starting with something that could end in flames or bliss... was no more terrifying than standing over the ledge of a cliff.

As your feet came to a sudden halt, you found yourself at the park. Remembering the way he looked and acted when you first joined brought more water to gather along with the rain. Slipping down onto the bench, covered with the sky's tears, you curled your legs into your chest. Burying your face into your knees, you swore to yourself this wouldn’t happen again. You had been a fool, hadn't you? A fool to love a man like Dazai. Somebody obsessed with suicide and willing to flirt with every woman his eyes caught. Slowly, the rain began to pick up its pace. The moon reflected in puddles where the mud could no longer soak up its water.

He searched the area for a while despite the quickening pace of the rain. As his eyes settled against your drenched form, the way you cuddled against yourself, his heart cracked. His arms slipped from his jacket despite it being somewhat wet. While he was nervous, he snuck up behind you and rested his coat on your shoulders. He took a seat at the other end of the bench. Pulling his knees to his chest, he decided to finally share why he’d been so distant and a jerk towards you. “I was scared. I ignored, avoided, and pretended to not notice you because I was afraid.” Your glance was doubtful, after all, when was he ever scared of something? “Doubting me? I get why, I'm never scared, that's what you think right?" there was a small nod from your head, but it caused him to sigh. “I do get scared, emotions scare me. Feeling human, it’s what I want, I want to understand what it is to be human, but starting out with this… it’s terrifying.” Watching as you didn’t respond but look away, he let out a frustrated groan.

“Just, leave me alone Dazai.” Your whispers hurt. The pain reflected in your words hurt more than any wound he’d ever found himself inflicted with. He hated pain and suffering, and that’s what this was.

“I can’t, I won’t not anymore. I… fuck, I don’t understand it. I don’t… it’s hard to admit things like this belladonna… I fell in love. I don’t know how to deal with whatever this is!” His words came rushed and panicked. His hands found their way into his hair, tangling with the drenched locks. Thunder thudded softly in the sky as lightning crackled.

Your hand reached your eyes as you shook your head. “Please, please stop it. Don’t call me that! You don’t mean it. Stop trying to just make yourself feel better.” You whispered the words again until he forcefully brought your head to meet his chest. He held you tightly, running his hand over your back as he rocked back and forth.

“I’m not lying, not playing games. You’re amazing in every way possible. I still can’t understand why you'd like me.” Dazai whispered the words next to your ear. Holding you within the rain until your body stopped its trembles. What you did next shocked him more than any action that went outside his predictions did. Your lips planted themselves on his. At first, it seemed you were unsure about this. He didn’t kiss back at first, when he made his mind up, it was too late. You had pulled away ready to collect excuses. Before your lips could part with said excuses, his hands moved and cupped your face. His lips came crashing down on yours. He’d never felt this before, a spark, a real feeling in a kiss. When the two of you needed air, he moved away with a slight smile. “We should… get out of the rain before we both catch a cold.”

Blushing you tugged on the fabric of his clothes, telling him to lift you. “Yeah, we should, Kunikida would kill us both if we get sick.” You chuckled lightly, sniffling as Dazai lifted you into his arms.

“Remind me where your place is again?” with a snicker, you told him the address and allowed yourself to drift off to sleep while he carried you. “I love you, belladonna.”

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dehydratedpool · 3 years

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hello again!! it’s the beginning of a new month, meaning a new fic rec post!! here are some fics that i read this month that are just... exquisite and deserve all the love and attention <3

there aren’t as many as last time unfortunately, since i was quite busy this past month, but i promise next month won’t fall short! ((fics that i’ve reread this month are indicated with a **))

Foolishly Laying Our Hearts On The Table [11k] by runaway_train @runaway-train-works

“You think Harry wants that?”

“Dunno. Maybe. Wanna make him happy.” Harry takes advantage of the red light he’s pulled up to turn and look properly at Louis’ face. He’s not even looking in Harry’s direction though, focused instead on something out of his side window, head drooped, mindlessly playing with the string of his hoodie between his fingers, lost in his own world somewhere. For some reason, it makes Harry’s spine straighten.

“Because he’s your best mate?” Harry questions carefully.

“He’s my boyfriend.”

He couldn’t have heard him right. “What?”

Louis releases a deep breath, still not turning around. Harry wonders who he thinks he’s talking to right now. “He’s so pretty. Want to kiss him all day long. And buy him a big house and give him presents and marry him.”

Or; The one where Harry is in love with his best friend Louis but doesn't think he stands a chance until some wisdom teeth and a rather unusual confession might just change his mind.

--> this is a new comfort fic for me tbh. i got rec’d this after louis tweeted about getting his wisdom teeth removed, and i’m so SO glad i decided to give it a read. it’s so precious and lovely and personally, i found it to be a quick read. it’s the kind of fic that makes me both warm and fuzzy inside but also highly upset that i’m single and will surely be alone forever

Just Let Me [14k] by HelloAmHere

The party was going well. So well, Niall had already sworn undying love to one multi-tiered chocolate cake, two friendly corgi-poodle mixes, Zayn’s hair, and the entire population of Los Angeles. So well, Zayn had only laughed and ruffled Niall’s hair and not even twitched towards a cigarette. So well, nearly everyone had spilled far past the boundaries of the night’s original plans, extracting bottles of vodka from the cabinets and losing a lot of clothes. Harry had proclaimed that he was finally going to throw a small and very grownup dinner party and of course here they were three hours later, fifty people half-naked in the pool. Soon to be full-naked, if Louis had to guess. Everybody in LA loved a heated pool. Everybody loved Harry.

--> ok LISTEN. as some of you know, i just recently got into reading a/b/o fics and this one is definitely at the top of my fave a/b/o fics out there. it’s an interesting take on the trope, almost a bit more realistic in my opinion, and to quote the author’s note, “’what if a/b/o but less biological determinism?’”. i believe i found this one through a masterpost of “touch-deprivation fics”, so if that’s your thing, give this one a chance!

my ugly mouth kept running [4k] by theankletattoo @hadestyles

Another seed, another try except they know what caused the first wilt. They will be careful, they will be kind and together they will nurture it to life.

sometimes second chances are more important than the first.

--> rori, the author, never fails to disappoint when it comes to all of her works. i’ve said it once and i’ll say it again, she’s so incredibly fucking talented it’s unreal. her imagery is so vivid and real it leaves simultaneously everything and nothing to the imagination. as usual, h and l’s dynamic in this is an addicting portion to this fic that has you anticipating how their dynamic will shift and grow up until the end. if you’ve yet to read any of rori’s work, i suggest you add that to your to-do list for the month, and get a head start to her collection with this one!

**As Wicked As Anything Could Be [21k] by whoknows @crazyupsetter

It starts when Louis decides that he wants to lose his cherry and announces that he thinks the best way to do that is by going to a gay club. Naturally, Harry can’t let him go alone, so he tags along and spends the night rating guys with Louis until someone finally catches Louis’s eye.

Harry shoves him out to dance with the guy, and he can already tell that it’s going to be a quick and dirty hook up, so he’s not surprised that Louis and the guy disappear into the bathroom ten minutes later.

It is a surprise when Louis comes out not even two minutes later, pale and clammy, grabs Harry by the hand and drags him right out the door.

Somehow Harry comes to the decision that it would be a good idea for him to be in the room with Louis while Louis gets laid.

It’s a stupid fucking decision.

--> i discovered this fic a while ago on a whim and i have zero regrets. this is absolutely on my top ten fave fics list (that has yet to exist but perhaps i’ll post it one day). whoknows is a well known author within the fandom, so i’m sure i don’t have to say much about their immense talent, but SERIOUSLY, their plot progression, even their use of dialogue is wonderful in every way. as a writer, i envy them lmao. this fic takes me on a rollercoaster every time i read it, it’s yet another comfort fic of mine and never fails to disappoint every time i pick it up again. please, do yourselves a favor this april and read this.

Keeping The Flame Alive [19k] by whoknows @crazyupsetter

Recording with One Direction never felt like this. There’s a couple reasons for that, Harry thinks. One is that they did most of their recording on the road, rushed and in busses and hotel rooms, never in one place long enough to really get an argument going. The other, larger and more important one, is that back then he had the sweetest, meanest little omega around to distract him from all of that frustration.

The first time around, when he’d been recording his debut solo album, it hit him pretty hard. He likes to think he’s better adjusted to it now, but frustration is warring under his skin nonetheless. He doesn’t want to be told what to do most of the time, and he especially doesn’t want to be told what to do when it comes to his music.

What he does want right now is that sweet, mean little omega right in front of him with his mouth on Harry’s cock. Unfortunately, the best he’s got is his own hand and a shared toilet. So. That’s really not going to work.

--> yes, for the first time in dehydratedpoolfics history of fic recs even tho i’ve only been doing this for a month i am rec’ing the same author twice, but seriously, how could i not??? this fic took me on a literal journey like... wtf. i have no words. seriously, i have none, i’m just that blown away, go read it for yourself .

**a trail of honey through it all [27k] by bruisedhoney @yvesaintlourent

The boy in front of him, well really, the man in front of him, was like something out of a confusing wet dream. Built, tall, tan and muscular, his skin glistened with sweat after a long day of working outdoors with his hands. He was wearing a cut up old American football shirt, the bottom hem was torn and the sleeves were cut off to the point where the t-shirt was really just a loose tank top. The shorts he had on had clearly been full length jeans at one point, and were now just crudely cut off above the knee. His white socks were pulled up too high on his calves, and the brown work boots he had on were old as fuck, the leather peeling along the edges of the soles. Curly brown hair stuck out from the edges of his backwards snapback, and there was a smudge of grease wiped along his brow bone. The smattering of hair along his jaw proved that he hadn’t shaved in a week or two, the hair growing in thicker across his upper lip and around his chin. His sinfully bowed mouth was pink and plump, and Louis was suddenly hyper-focused on the way that he chewed at the toothpick stuck between his lips. He looked like he needed a shower. Louis wanted to lick him.

Or, the TPH fic we’ve all been waiting for.

--> okay look. i may or may not have a slight obsession with this fic. i reread it constantly, mostly for the iconic line, “are we fuckin’ or fightin’?”, because how can i not scream over that?? ((also patiently waiting for the sequel)) this is a literary masterpiece, one that defines an entire generation of this fandom i stg. but in all seriousness, hayley, the author, does such a wonderful job of giving the reader a vivid look into “nowhere, georgia”, and as a southern gal myself, i absolutely adore the itty bitty pieces of southern culture embedded into this, the tiny quirks that make this fic authentic. i could probably go on forever on why this fic is so iconic, but perhaps you should read it for yourself instead *wink* *wink*

SO. that’s all for this month!! if you read any of these, first of all, be sure to read the tags and author’s note (if any) before starting, AND please don’t forget to leave a quick kudos or comment, it means more than you may ever know <3

#fic recs #fic rec #yourlarrysource #hlcreators #hljournal #harry styles #louis tomlinson #larry stylinson #fanfiction #writing #march 2021 fic recs

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sukirichi · 3 years

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read the new chapters and aAAACKKKKK BESTIE???

y/n - ‘I was born to make everyone’s life a living hell’ maam this LINE?! JAW DROPPED, TIME STOPPED being insecure all her life and wanting to live up to the expectations to her dad just to have that sliver of attention from him, that sentence gives us a glimpse on how little she felt despite being accomplished, rather successful actually because she always cleans her boss’ mess have a lot of baggage to unpack. and when the secret was confirmed, her anger rejects all of the entity that ties with her past because both her parents deprived her for the things she was supposed to have– becoming greedy to fulfill those. then eventually, somehow, going back to her roots aka being humble after having the talk with her dad. As most of her insecurity started because of him and how she had to be the bigger person for his other family, clearing out the misunderstanding between them brought a sense of peace while she’s settling in the restless turn of events.

and with our main man gojo, this guy, it is not wise to- 😤😤 how can you say you’re engaged after doing the body tango huh? esp when you said you want y/n to be your wife? oh gee and the revelation of his past relationship with mia and how he sees her in y/n is so fucked up. can’t help but think that satoru wanting to marry and be this lovey-dovey with y/n is just him reliving the moments that mia never gave him in the past. and y/n accepting that their current relationship is based on how they’re filling up the cracks in their needs and settling for the sake of familiarity. imagine how deep in love our girl is to keep satoru in her life 💔 im still in it for the second lead agenda

needless to say, everyone here needs a therapy so they can get their shit straight together 🤧🤧 (ノ•̀ o •́ )ノ ~ ┻━┻

BUT i know you mentioned this many times but laywer! naoya all poised and in his best behavior while helping y/n in her new situation has my heart go💕💕 winning lots of cases and is known in his field, he proved that he is both beauty and brains. and the pen spin??? man be pulling those fast spins either to distract or impress the person he is talking to flashing those perfect white pearls wtf now i can’t get that out of my head naoya brain rot 🥵🥵 also celebrity chef! sukuna in charge of all those delicious, exquisite cuisines? imma make myself broke just to taste his masterpiece🥲 ooh but how about him being a michelin star chef and owning a michelin-starred resto?! no doubt, left and right you see this man appearing on some high food magazine on the cover 😊😊 oh oh i also saw that supermodel! choso?? also his face is plastered on magazines AND luxurious advertisements ex. shibuya crossing! where most people be drenched in his glorious presence yea weird shibuya arc ref pls kill me and everyone talks how handsome and intimidating he is while he just have a rbf and only the closest people in his life get to see him drop that front 😌😌

with that in mind, imagine supermodel! choso being a godfather to the baby of y/n?? he would go soft immediately at the sight of the child and would probably love giving lots of branded clothes it will be good enough for more than a year ☺️🥲😭

oh and there is this one scene in chp7 that reminded me of the recent korean movie i watched i dont wanna say it in case you wanna check it out its called sweet and sour and oh god idk why but watching it, mind keeps on prompting your fics 😬😬 maybe bcos i some of your fic always had med related topics and the main actress role there is a nurse. i remember that you’re on your clinic training so maybe thats why 😳oohh pls don’t forget to take breaks and be safe heart and oh ur a psych major too? oh wow hi ig in relation to one actress in the sweet and sour fic, she was also in a kdrama the heirs- which was popular at the time with it being packed with some solid household actors and actresses. sky castle tho, ig it relates to the theme of reckless more because its mostly how parents from the upper class will mindlessly destroy someone’s life to attain their materialistic desires 🤧🙂

this fic, easily in my top 3 ‘heart belongs to who it dictates’ so many twists, so much drama and ANGST! YES BESTIE GIMME THOSE ANGST 🥲😌

i hope you’re doing well nowadays :’)) we need to find gege the best chiropractor to take care of his back, so good that it’ll make naoya respawn to life 🙂 suki i don’t think i’ll get tired of saying how much i love your work that it feels illegal im reading it for free 💔. i don’t really have much to offer, but im wishing you good health and success in your life :’)) aah i’ve mentioned this already but take care always 💕💖😊🥰

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read the new chapters and aAAACKKKKK BESTIE???

needless to say, everyone here needs a therapy so they can get their shit straight together 🤧🤧 (ノ•̀ o •́ )ノ ~ ┻━┻

this fic, easily in my top 3 ‘heart belongs to who it dictates’ so many twists, so much drama and ANGST! YES BESTIE GIMME THOSE ANGST 🥲😌

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y/n becomes a real baddie when she’s pissed off 😫

hmm y/n wasn’t really working hard for her dad’s attention, it was more like she felt so left out and unwanted (she feels unwanted wherever she goes) that she just decided to pack up and support them from afar bcos to her, she’s so alienated in her dad’s family that she felt like she had to work hard to earn a spot in their table. she knows she’s the outsider but she wants to feel like she can be part of them, that she is also a child deserving of love and care, but becos her stepmom focused more on her actual kids and her own dad was too busy with his new family now, it made y/n feel that she had to do something to be worthy of that.

that’s why most of the money she made working in tokyo was still wired to her family; she put her brothers in school and supported them, all because she hoped it would make them accept her more. now, things are different because she finally found her biological family, but even if valeria and co. still don’t want her, y/n is now more focusing on building something that’s truly hers that no one can take away. yes yes, she did become greedy, but more for power than of acceptance. she got to a point she doesn’t care as much vying for her parents’ approval and now thinks her luxury gives her comfort; only because at least she has that much. like she said in the latest chapter, happiness was not what she needed, it was stability and money - all things she lacked before.

and yea she did go back to her roots! all of her issues started with her dad anyway but that part is slowly patching up 🩹💔 oooh actually your theory is right bestie 🧐 gojo found y/n interesting bcos she reminded him of mia, so the more she pushed him away, the more he’s like wait, i’ve been here before, let’s not repeat past mistakes but i can do better now. on the part where gojo talked to mia while she was asleep, notice how he said he’s given a second chance to do better now, all because he couldn’t do them with mia but he could with y/n.

ohhh actually y/n was the one who established that ‘fulfilling mutual need and settling for familiarity instead of being lonely’ type of relationship. gojo avoided her for weeks and he’s pretty settled in keeping his distance, but she was the one who sought him out. deep down, y/n is afraid if she doesn’t at least use him as an anchor to her more humble roots, then she might spiral out of control and end up like valeria, thus using him as a ‘distraction’ but in reality, she needs his comfort to be grounded.

SECOND LEAD AGENDA OMG LETS GOOO 🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️ geto the fine fine option.

NO BESTIE MOMENT U MENTIONED LAWYER NAOYA I JUST KNEW I WAS GONNA SCREAM. okay but lawyer! naoya is so fine, i love his character so much bcos he’s a pure bean. originally, i was gonna make him an antagonist but i found he had more potential as a good, supportive character. HIS PEN SPIN HELPPP WHY COULDN’T HE JUST BEEN OUR BABY DADDY 😫 he pulls them fast spins bcos he’s nervous btw HAHAHAHA y/n can be quite intimidating and lawyer! naoya is sometimes too precious.

celebrity chef! sukuna is MEAN! he was pictured after gordon ramsay so lmao. omgggg sukuna being famous not only for his food but also his handsomeness 😳 he gets so cocky over how no one can get in his level while popping a battle of champagne, listening to ‘careless whisper’ while dancing to his reflection in the mirror 😤

also yoo supermodel! choso is THE hot shit 🥵 he’s so famous his schedule is packed for an entire year and a half and those are just for very selected brands and designers! ugh imagine going to work on the subway when you see supermodel! choso with rbf posing sexily and you swoon because he’s so sexy. plot twist that choso doesn’t know how to drive bcos as a kamo family member, they grew up with drivers taking them to and fro, so when his driver got sick and everyone else was busy, supermodel choso takes the subway himself and hides behind a face mask and cap while still wearing extravagant clothes that makes him stand out more. he does not have ‘subtle’ on his book at all.

and yeah people say he’s intimidating but its more his height and build + rbf! in reality, he’s just as soft and sweet as naoya, but both of them go into protective mode when someone they care about is being crapped on. and boy when they DO get into “what did you just say?” mode, better run away 🏃🏻‍♀️ supermodel! choso is also an heir to the kamo empire though not after the business, but he still has enough power to take you down in a second.

meanwhile, lawyer! naoya didn’t become this successful without being so savage yet composed he makes you question your entire existence before he drags you to court. lawyer! naoya is so scarily convincing that he can make you plead guilty even tho you did nothing wrong 💀

aaaah omg supermodel! choso LOVES babies actually! as the eldest child who looked after his brothers bcos the kamo parents are always away for work, being a father figure is so natural to him. i can picture him being the one who cries harder than gojo if the baby is born bcos he’s so excited, then reads poems to the baby before sighing that childbirth is such a beautiful thing 🥺

omg i know sweet n sour, the actresses are one of my faves tho i haven’t watched it yet! oooh they’re a nurse? i didn’t know that 🧐 i actually finish my short training in a week so i’ll be heading on to heavy majoring in psychology! wait bestie are YOU also a psych major 😳💕 oh and i see i see, sky castle *jots that down for future references* reckless actually has lots of significance in terms of the parents’ roles so i’m excited to see that! and aww thank you so much, can’t believe i made it in someone’s top three 🥺💕

HELP AHSKWKW i’m gonna call the best chiropractor in the world and send them gege’s way, i’ll cry a river if that’s what it takes to bring my boo back to life 😭 and noo baby the support already means a lot to me, i’m just happy to indulge in my hobbies and share it wih you all so thank you very much for everything 🥺 please take care of yourself too n have a nice day!! kith MWAH 💕

#asks with naoya's trophy wife #series: reckless #jjk: manga spoilers #anon:🍳

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babygenius · 3 years

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Some JATP asks- who is your fave character? who is your fave creative (actor/actress/writer/director)? what is your fave song? what is your least fave song? fave episode? fave ship? least fave ship? underrated JATP thing? what's the most difficult thing about writing fics? also can you write a fic about Julie being transported with the guys to the 90s? I feel like that would be cool. idk if it's been done before. Obvs don't answer any question you don't want to! x

My fave character has got to be Luke, and it’s not just coz he’s my type. I made a post a while back about how I think he’s autistic and/or adhd, like I am, and I identify with that a lot. Also, the pan ace hc for him is something I agree with and also identify with, so he’s special to me for a lot of reasons. I live all of the characters for different reasons (which goes to show how good the writers are), but Luke holds a special place in my heart and probably always will.

I think the question here is which cast member I like? All of them, really, it’s exceedingly difficult to pick one. We stan Madi as our Gen Z Queen, and Owen coz of his comedic timing and how in-character it is, and Charlie and Jeremy and just everyone so picking one is impossible whoops.

Fave song is also really difficult because it depends on my mood, but Bright was my first favorite so we’ll go with that.

I have to be in the right mood for Wow. I can listen to it during the scene (the choreo is killer too), but sometimes it messes with my sensory issues and seems like it goes on forever so I’ve gotta skip.

Fave episode is also difficult, but it’s gotta be Stand Tall. It’s an amazing blend of family, humor, hurt/comfort, and just showing Julie’s inner strength as a human being and friend. I’ve watched it the most out of all the episodes, I think.

Jukebox or Willex are my favorite ship because I’m a basic child with basic needs and the way the writing obviously shows how they’re meant to be together is something I love. I’m not opposed to an OT3, tho, between Reggie, Julie, and Luke 👀

I don’t really have a least favorite ship? Actually no that’s a lie. Caleb with any of the boys, and Caleb as Nick with any of the boys. I know there’s...nasty fanfic about those pairings and it’s just unsettling since Caleb is in his mid forties and the boys still have the emotional and psychological maturity of seventeen year olds.

Underrated JatP thing....this is hard. I know that Nick hasn’t had much character development to most people since he’s a background person, but I disagree. As a writer, as a person who studies the way dialogue moves a scene or character and what the surroundings mean...Nick isn’t underdeveloped at all. Sure, he’s not as developed with a backstory as the main people, but he’s also not some basic white boy with no personality. His personality is shown in little scenes and comments and how he interacts with others, and I love that for him.

Also, continuing the question further: Reggie. Anyone who thinks he’s dumb can fight me I swear I will throw hands. Like, he probably just has sensory processing disorder and/or adhd or something. I do the exact same thing he does and I would be lying if I said I were dumb. I’m smart, I’m just a little slow on the uptake sometimes, just like he is. We all think and process differently and just because he doesn’t meet your ideal image of “smart” doesn’t mean he isn’t smart in his own way. I have feelings about this.

The most difficult thing about writing fics, aside from the whole writing thing in general, is something I think is specific to writing fanfic: characterization. You are taking another person’s characters and working them into a story of your own, and it can be difficult to move a scene the way you want to when working with certain characters. Especially through dialogue. It’s a constant inner monologue of “would they use this word? This phrase? Would they say anything at all? How would they react? I think they would use this instead, actually...” It also depends on whether it’s a one-shot or a multichap, because for me, with one-shots, I only need a vague idea of where I’m going and the rest will fill in on its own. With multichaps tho it’s similar but I need to put down actual plot notes so I know what clues to drop for future developments and how I want everything to tie together. It’s difficult but a lot of fun and very rewarding based on the responses I get, I think.

That fic idea is amazing and I would love to write it, but I’m going to put it in my notes so I can write it when I’m done with my current projects, because I already have four and I try not to go above that. Also because that kind of a fic, for me, would be multichap so I want to get mostly done with LLtD first since that’s a really involved one and this idea would be almost as involved. I’ll put it down for later tho, and hopefully I can get around to it!

Thank you for sending these, I really enjoyed them! Never be afraid to send asks, I genuinely enjoy them and spending time on them. Requests for blurbs are still open, and you don’t even have to be sending one in to talk or send an ask because I am a lonely soul who likes talkin to people and about my experiences 😂

@musicallad

#ray gets an ask #I’m ray #questions #musicallad #jatp #ask julie and the phat ones #julie and the phantoms

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kaisooficrec · 4 years

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hi admins!!! u know how some artists have one-hit-wonder songs that are so good they get remembered for that their entire life? well, r there any authors with the same thing going on? like authors who write really great stories but for some reason only has one to four stories in their repertoire? xxoo

Whew this was difficult to put together because many authors are not active in the fandom anymore and many also moved on and took down their only exo fics that were popular during their time :( A number of authors who have written famous but less than 4 fics were also part of our KFR project so we really recommend you to check them out here ♥ That being said, these are the ones that we could find or think of!

lababoreine: the name may not sound familiar to you but their fic Gicleur is one of the ‘it’ fics in the early kaisoo ficdom times! the author is not active anymore and the fic was posted in an exo fest ‘runandgun’ hence you’ll only find it there. indeed a classic. which means angsty (:

teddyescher/shikae (39smooth): also one of the og kd authors. most notable fic is are you going to age with grace? - one-sided love, yes hello angst!! other only kaisoo works are so i closed the curtains - songfic & waterworks. - pwp

starsthatlast: they’re also unfortunately not in the fandom anymore but their famous fic is hands down summer, 21 - early kaisoo classics are very angsty so yes, what else :)) hospital au and a love story in 21 days before one of them is gone

Soomise: there are still a handful of kaisoo ft. other member or drabbles that are no less amazing and most notable kd fics are past ten & dress-up games - both pwp where jongin is a kitty hybrid or he wears make-up and lingerie for kyungsoo sobs :’) they are only on lj and not active anymore :(

peonysoo: aka our former Admin K!!!! the impact that Mr. Do has left. age gap, dilf, inspiration to many other ficdoms as well. a cultural reset. Sweet Like Sugar - we got a sugar daddy au by popular demand (aka Mr. Do) also Hidden Treasure - the underdog but also sweet and mellow with rich/poor au, countryside and romance!

hobash: Sins of the Flesh aka kaisoo smut has over 10k subs that’s a legendary status, other no less popular are Glory Days and Hold Down My Shaking Body (all smut :)) + Reign O'er Me written for our KFR project ^^

HOJICHADUST: this author just put breathplay on the map with like liquid gold (how your love runs through me) and two fics for special occassions - thorny skin, blooming heart - sweet high school au and the third path - fantasy, the witcher!au written also for our project *screams*

byun-b: Between Us - this got so many hyped but it’s not finished TTshy jongin has a fat crush on his brother’s friend kyungsoo and turns out kyungsoo also likes him (kyungsoo seduction game strong lmao)

TAHC: I just found out they deactivated :( fell in love with Smile which is such a beautiful hurt/comfort and I also remember Somebody Waits for You which is the only second exo fic but fluffy this time!

0KKULTiC: Flesh to Fabrication - aka the only kd fic! kyungsoo orders a maid droid baek but receive a sexdoll kai model instead. it’s crack+smut in one, it got very popular and i can see why!

Layittofire: has two popular kd fics and the other one is also not finished ;_; Hello Chibi: Demo Version - yes kyungsoo takes care of chibi jongin & Shining Knight - early famous wolf au. alpha jongin lives on his own never wanting to form a pack until an abused omega ksoo hides in his place and asks to help him (incomplete)

sailorsoo: The White Collar - the one and only fic i’Ve ever seen from this account and it made everyone shook. priest!soo got me feeling some type of way

Quaila: A demon Who Came To Tea - comedy, wizard!au shy and awkward Jongin + demon soo, Jongin summons a demon and gets infatuated with him so hard. This is the only kd fic the author has written and it’s also early popular fic (2013)

floraxiu: Maintenance - jongin is a catholic school boy and he gets madly attracted (sexually) to kyungsoo, his brother’s friend. which makes jongin feel conflicted. internalized homophobia. can’t believe they dropped this bomb and never finished rip i’ll 4eva wait for an update

FeliciaSueLynn / FelishNavidad: one kaisoo office au The Rough World of Business - this is pretty much well-known fic too, the author’s only kd fic also one of the og topsoos from 2013 kyungsoo is cold, downright jerk and only uses jongin first but then he changes for better

taegyungie: out of all exo fics they’ve written only one is kaisoo and it’s so nice! Come One, Come All - med student kyungsoo wants to run away and he joins a group of friends owning and working in a circus and he is mesmerized by a graceful acrobat jongin. set in 1920′s and it slaps okay!

Hajinnie: one kaisoo that is Across - jongin works as a cashier at a grocery store where kyungsoo frequently buys stuff and jongin is very interested in him. but kyungsoo is not just your regular customer. but neither is jongin your regular clerk a very intense and a bit dark fic with a plot you can’t predict (read tw) but i really enjoyed this! (also happy ending)

Chlexcer: has 2 fics! Seasons (college student!nini and prof!kyungsoo) & This Could Be Messy (neighbours!kd) are two cute fluff fics with some small age gap!! can i read moar juiceyoo

Red_Threads: has two fics which are Black Magic - which is very popular also almost 200k so understandably they quality > quantity!! and my fave The Last of the Wilds - the pining here got me crazyyy. both are amazing fantasy fics and i love them a lot!

rhewoon: i’m sure there are many many lj authors with amazing fics that left the ficdom now :( one of them is rhewoon with Blackboards and Sweet Things - teacher kyungsoo is flustered whenhe sees one of his students has a very handsome brother riding a motorcycle and introuces himself as jongin. flustere!soo and jongin with sweet tooth is so cute + sassy bestfriend tao lol

teatimetaemint: i remember this author having more kd fics but for some reason could only find one kd that’s still up and it’s Popular Vote - where jongin really likes kyungsoo but is shy to confess so he avoids him to not embarrass himself :))) it’s the fluffy ‘they like each other but think the other doesn’t like them’ ♥

annafeu: the author’s most intense and crazy kaisoo psychological thriller Egg Head (not for the the fainthearted!) is not available anymore, but you can still read From Your Arms the the Floor and Back Again, 3rd Arabesque & El Dorado if you’re into dark but brilliantly writen fics

Lalaluhanne: everybody knows and adores Siren Song (pirate au), but there’s also Love Game (non au) also written for us ;)

We’re always open to suggestions (not just in this req but any req really!) so feel free to either tweet it to us or share on our fanboard :)

- Admin J

#kaisoo #kadi #fic request #j #authors

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hey-hamlet · 5 years

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BNHA AU Ideas : Shins-bro

Also on AO3!

TL;DR: Izuku and Shinso are best buds. Thats it.

shinsou has a terrible mum and he's complaining about it "ironically"

like : "lmao my mum is gonna beat my ass for this shitty mark" and he's shocked when izuku is like 3 seconds away from tears

izuku drags shinso to his house and his mum is home and shinso is Spooked bc,, adult?? friends???

hes so scared that inkos gonna yell at him for doing something stupid but as soon as he walks in the door izuku trips over his own feet taking off his shoes and tackle hugs his mum

so izuku and inko are laughing and like, half-fallen over bc izuku is a chunky boy and shinso is so lost??? at the door and inko uses her quirk to pull him over by the shirt and join in the hug

udhihdsf she!!! picks both of them up and squishes these good heroes in the best mother hug

izuku is laughing and shinso is sh o o k bc this is the nicest hug he's ever had???

inko puts them both down and flushes a little, says sorry for hugging shinso but she hasn't seen her boy in so long! and he must be a lovely young man if he's friends with izuku

she bustles off to go stir dinner on the stove and izuku just grins and looks at shinso

"isn't my mum great?!"

",,,yeah"

he and shinso go to his room and izuku pulls out his old console

admits he used to make his mum play this fighting game over n over when he was little, and that she always used to pick this female hero with a big white cape because she liked her hair. he giggles and tells shinso that if he wants izuku can maybbbeee let him play allmight

he picks endeavour for a sec and asks shinso if je just wants to beat up endeavour for a minute before they really start

it turns into them setting like 6 AI to level 9 endeavours and them both playing allmight to beat the crap out of them

inko walks in w tea and little cakes she made and gasps happily bc she loved that game! so they restart the round with 2 allmights + 1 nana plus all the endeavour AI

izuku and shinso keep protecting inko's character from all the fire bc she doesn't deserve this

izuku shoves a cupcake into shinsou's mouth when he goes to ask izuku something

shinsou like, lights up bc he's never had home-baked stuff before and its sooooo good so he just kind melodramatic puts his controller down and says "i guess this is kamino ward 2.0" as all might gets crispy fried by the AI and shoves the cupcake into his face

izuku c a ck l e s

izuku and inko, melodramatically "we can't let allmight 1 fall!! protect him!!!" and they try to save this idle allmight as shinso watches w icing on his face

inko and izuku save idle allmight and shinso cheers softly. inko shoves a cupcake into hers and izuku's faces and hands another to shinso in celebration

she then ducks out to go take care of the dinner again. izuku giggles and puts dollop of icing on shinsos nose, who sneezes then looks offended that his nose dared to sneeze

shinso tries to lick the icing off he nose

but like

it's not working

and izuku is losing it laughing but shinso is stubborn and won't stop just bc what he's doing is v stupid. they end up w shinso's legs on izuku��s bed w his back on the floor, izuku leaning against the bed. shinso isn't really sure why he thought this was a good idea

and they run through English homework and shinso and izuku are both shockingly good and both refuse to admit its bc they spend too much time on tumblr/youtube

shinsou: gee izuku why are u so good at english

izuku, who has been reading self insert all might x reader fics for like 50% of his life: no reason :)))

fdguhdfghufh shinsou, who has been reading angsty fics of all his faves instead of going to therapy: wow same ,,,

also im sorry but, izuku def reads allmight self insert that isn't like "uwu dating you" but its like "what if allmight was ur best friend" or "allmight is your secret dad??? uwu"

u know all those old ass watt pad fics where one direction adopts u, that but all might and all the chapters are just

all might tucks u into bed after a hard school day and tells you he’s proud of you

all might fucking detroit smashes ur class bully into the concrete

u and all might attend the premiere of his latest docuseries and u cry bc there’s a whole preface abt how u changed his life for the better and he could not ask for a better child

izuku and shinso go through their old tumblr/wattpad/deviantart accounts and cry laugh

its all in terrible english and one of the comments is "are you 10 or can you just not speak english"

6 years later, izuku responds

"both, actually"

izuku writing vent fics but they’re like

“all might punches my classmate bc he stole my fuckign apple juice kacchan i hate u”

"all might tells me i don't need my fuckign dad i haven't seen since i was 4 and he becomes my new dad"

“all might tells me i have no bedtime and makes my mom dinner bc she’s stressed and she needs a nap”

"all might adopts me and marries my mum and has a kid who becomes my brother and best friend"

he wrote them all between 6-12 he started writing better shit when he was 12 and made a new account (better, not good.)

his first round of fics were like all in first person and shinsou’s w h e e z i n g like why’d u think this was a good idea. izuku s cryign bc hE WAS SIX HITOSHI STOP IT. its like really terrible english too

izuku is mad but then he realizes he was hitoshi's deviantart open and he g r i n s (its all shitty drawings of cats and his OC Hero ) there are like twenty pictures of his actual cat taken on a shoddy ds camera

also as like, a soft dumb thing izuku is like speed typing on his laptop and shinsou is like??

izuku shushes him n tells him he wants to finish it before dinner

what hes done

is he wrote one of the shitty self insert fics, intentionally shittily but w allmight as izukus dad and eraserhead and shinsous and they live together for no reason at the "hero apartments" and can be brothers

shinso is laughing and crying at the same time and izuku is like

",,,, im gonna send it to present mic"

"nO"

"do you think ill get extra credit?"

"nO DOnT DO IT"

izuku in retaliation sending in some of shinsou’s oldass oc comics and mics just

“i mean

it’s in english,,,”

they get extra credit but it's not really helpful bc they both had As now they both have A plus' but dont wan them

(mic sends it to all might and eraserhead but like, redacts shinso and izukus names and aizawa is twitching w either rage or laughter, all might is bright red and giggling like an idiot)

pls the teachers gc is just “all might and eraserhead tuck u in and call u a Good Boy” for the next three months

as a running joke, whenever they can, that's what izuku and shinso write for English

like in german we had to write plays and act out little skits in german. in english, they do that but like, izuku is eraserhead and shinso is a cat stuck in a tree

they have to write sentences w different words? and they get "comfort" "rescue" and "light" and its all shit like

"my dad eraserhead rescued me from homework because mic is terrible"

"all might's fatherly love lights up the hole in my heart"

"the fatherly aura of allmight and eraserhead brings me comfort on my darkest days"

izuku gives the ol puppy dog eyes to aizawa who begrudgingly lets them sleep over at inko's house

and there is only one bed! and they cant decide who gets it

neither of them sleep in it and they both stubbornly lay on the floor. it takes like 5 seconds for them to start laughing

#bnha au #bnha #shinsbro au #shindeku #mostly platonic but w/e #shinsou hitoshi #Shinsou #midoriya izuku #Izuku #Midoriya #eraserhead #aizawa shouta #midoriya inko #present mic #All Might

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full-course-identity · 4 years

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Give me your thoughts on uuuh Jake

wew boy

okay. gonna word dump this, and probably other interpretation asks, so I can get the words out there.

from my POV, there’s 3 types of canon Jake + 1 fanon vers + my personal interpretation. lemme explain what they are;

Book Jake, who I don’t have enough experience with bc I STILL haven’t finished the book… >_>;

2River Jake, who is kinda oblivious and very in-the-moment impulsive (not so bad he’s jumping place to place ADHD like Rich, but like, not considering that maybe dropping everything to seduce Madeline or Christine is a bad idea when he clearly really likes Chloe). these are debatably survival mechanisms bc of his family (and wealth, if you want to go into the “being rich actually traumatizes you and locks you into dissociation” theory–but to be fair, this is partially reliant on thinking Jake is Genuinely Rich. … well, not Rich as in… yeah); ignoring any pain he feels in favor of getting dicked down and forgetting about everything for a while. very “I’m not sad, I’m busy!!!!!”

Bway (possibly the new canon general for all Jakes since it sounds like London’s is modeled after him but just… toned down), who is still oblivious, but towards other people’s emotions instead of himself; he’s manipulative, a little impulsive but a lot more malicious about it, and he knows exactly how hurt he is about his parents. this jake’s awareness of himself makes him act worse because he knows this is the only thing that seems to help and it’s basically the only thing he actually has control of. his wealthiness is undeniably present and Bad here because the reason taking what he wants and not caring that it hurts people is his main coping skill is pretty much only because he’s been allowed that privilege all his life. i tend to think this version of him should be done by a white cishet dude (despite jake’s actor on bway being genuinely FANTASTIC) bc being marginalized in a high school should’ve curved a lot of the “endless power and privilege” he gets for being rich (Not That One).

[i… think this jake has ‘better’/more nuanced writing in BWay… but i don’t think it fits the musical nor is it the overall direction i think it should’ve gone. BMC feels best to me when there’s a heavier element of Dark Humor that briefly nods to a Larger and more Fucked Up world behind the bit we see in the musical. making it largely a twisted comedy, maybe even ramping that up further with more whiplash lines like jake’s “which means the house is empty, so that’s fun”]

Fanon Jake is… like most of the fanon characters in BMC, a bit… “bipolar” (like, radically shifting depending on the situation). the BMC fandom has been born with heavy engagement from minors in the current fascist climate of fandom as a whole. as a result, you have three general uses of jake that as “approved of” by somehow the exact same people despite being conflicting in a lot of ways. THIS IS NOT ME SHITTING ON FANON, i actually think most of this fandom is just a casual romp for most people and that shouldn’t be snatched away from them nor mocked nor treated like you HAVE to be logically consistent when this is just a fun hobby for most… but there are still trends i notice:

1: Jake the sweet bi disaster who loves their significant other and is just a little bit hopeless in their silliness and Down For Whatever-esque personality. this is often used for shippy pictures and memes and cute little oneshots, plus, of course, fluff.

2: Jake the tragic abuse victim who is extremely sad and has to learn to love again and has always been selfless, plus or minus a permanent disability post-fire. this is of course used for hurt/comfort, plus in combination kinda with michael in the bathroom-esque posts and tragic art, often also used as an example of the squip being the worst for jeremy or rich guilt trauma. also: aesthetic and moodboard posts.

3: the one I have the least good will towards: Jake the “why does everybody woobify mlm? You can’t portray him without flaws! queer boys aren’t your fetish!!!” with an attached, clunkily written reasons why he was an asshole that is also simultaneously watered down so you don’t think he’s a Monster bc then you’d be vilifying queer men (well, more like they’d feel bad about their cutesy-er ‘emotional support’ art and writing which is Totally Different from all the other cutesy emotional support art and writing).

basically, Meta Trying To Make Jake Reasonably Flawed But Not Evil in this fandom is RARELY genuine–it’s more often than not moralistic hand-wringing made so that they can wash themselves of the guilt for actually enjoying something with a character they portray as mlm, or otherwise the guilt of enjoying anything romantic or sexual involving men or queer people period when we’re apparently not supposed to do that anymore, as decreed by the radfems infesting our spaces.

and, well, or you’re an mlm writing this post, you’re probably young and still feeling extremely sensitive and scared about your identity. i once saw a very wise post by a trans person who had been trans for a long time, who said that when you first come out as trans (or queer in general, but especially trans people who are beginning social or physical transition and coming to terms with themselves) you are obvs on High Fucking Alert and so you’re insecure and scared of anything, ranging from “obvious transphobia” to “just trans people enjoying themselves and exploring transphobia in fiction or else their own sexuality”. again, this can relate to a lot of identities tbh, and as such young mlm either cis or trans can get very Itchy about people enjoying mlm content.

anyway.

wrapping it back around to me: i edit jake on a case by case basis (sometimes i even make him eviler or meaner based on what’s set up during Bway, he’s just not my usual go-to villain), but i tend to think of him as a tragic Mr. Peanutbutter-y sweetheart who kinda knows he feels like shit yet also knows that if he stops to assess it, it would make his life a lot harder in a time where he can’t afford that. his relationship with chloe is extremely toxic (chloe abuses him horribly, specifically), and so he tries to claw his way out of it only to be continually back in by chloe and her bullshit.

this is why he doesn’t really get... well. he genuinely thought the thing with christine was going to be permanent; he wasn’t jerking her around, he thought he was over chloe and wanted a girl as cool and fun and genuinely nice as her. afterward he Gets It, and so feels Really Bad--at a time where he doesn’t have his house, his legs are broken (i don’t tend to put him in a perma-wheelchair), his parents have abandoned him, and he best friend is in the hospital. guilt crashes in on him from all sides, and he just has to... pretend it isn’t, even as he can no longer stop himself from thinking about it.

if i was to do a jake focused story, it’d probably be a dating sim where you play as him and watch his life change in conjunction with his attempts to find happiness again; you can either choose decisions that help him greatly or ruin his life so ver much... hmm. lets file that under hashtag “story ideas i’ll never use even though they could be great”

to wrap this up: i like jake. i don’t... really enjoy most of the written content (fanfic, meta, sometimes even the storylines on ask blogs) in this fandom about him or... really, most of the characters, which i feel bad about--i’d enjoy it more if it was every in conjunction with my usual Wants in a fic, which is, like. extreme angst.

BUT

i do still like jake, and i can super enjoy his portrayal in memes and visual art

he’s just not my total fave, but like, the reason he tends not to come up a lot in my content is more what i’m focusing on and why. i’d be happy to use him in stories if his presence fit.

as a bonus

here’s the ships i’m happy to use him for, generally: deere, michael/jake, brooke/jake, toxic chloe/jake, and of course, different ocs/jake

his identities/labels: cis, bisexual/romantic... tho sometimes i actually go for bisexual and aromantic! outside bway and eviler jakes, i’m good with him being any race, and even then it’s just a matter of suspending disbelief re: privilege theory. also, PTSD probably, and maybe generalized anxiety as a result. maaaaaybe autistic too? adhd would be a hard sell for me since he seems super put together in a way that’d be extremely difficult for every form of adhd, but i can see him being neurodivergent on the spectrum + like dyslexia maybe. oh, and i sorta-kinda think he may be color blind? but really i’d drop that at a moment’s notice if it’d be easier to write him without it lol.

his interests: one is more or less sports in general, tho i think that, unless he went straight for track or swimming or something Olympics (which he probably can’t do now...), that’s a high school or some college only focus for him. so, besides sports, i think he’d kinda like the satisfaction and steady growth of Collecting Rare Things That You Have To Look For, like cool rocks, bugs, etc.

as for careers... some form of doctor something, maybe a businessman of some sort but he’d likely try to curve his power in that field as much as possible; he inherits his parents' assets and company or whatever, but he probably takes a backseat to that and only really has it out of a sense of ‘it’s my job as my parent’s kid to keep the company going--without engaging in the same awful legal issues they did--for as long as i can’. one of my fave jake-is-there stories, vanceypant’s spicy bis-focused fic 1999, has him owning a restaurant, and that was cool as hell.

also jake loves dogs. especially golden retrievers. yes.

#be more chill #bmc #jake dillinger #kadabralin #bmc meta #meta #character interpretations #wow this... is long #holy shit sorry about that

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sharkfish · 5 years

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Life is hard right now. I know fanfic will make me happy but actually pulling it up and reading, that motivation is lacking. Any advice? (No pressure. I just wanna get over on my own damn brain and its bullshit)

oh, my friend, do i feel you!!! i had a very grumpy day so buckle up for a SHARKFISH CARE PACKAGE ™ (note: i’ve already started on the weed & alc, so things might get interesting in this post)

if you’re into that kind of thing, now is the time to pour yourself a drink, roll yourself a joint, do the finger thing, and take whatever of this you think may make ya feel good:

my boy J coming at you with a hiphop ditty about being sad and shit (this is my blog title actually haha. and yes “my boy” = i know this dude and he’s a great human so please support him with a listen)

check out this kitten livestream. cinnamon (”cinny,” the all-orange dude) is my fave because he’s a lazy little goober, but s’mores (calico) and creme brulee (light orange/white) are growing up to be lovely little creatures. peaches is the dark orange/white fat fluff and is kind of a jerk.

maybe it’s gauche to rec my own fic, but the only permanent thing (~8k) is about broken people who can’t heal each other but can love & support to make things easier on the hard days. this brought a lot of comfort to me when i was writing it.

Love, Take Your Toll by aileenrose (also about 8k) is a fluff-fest where cas works at a toll booth and dean comes through often. it’s not like he has a crush or anything.

@shealynn88 just posted this lil fic Are We Human (1.3k) that really blew me away. stargazing, first kisses, damn good writing.

read this article about this bald eagle triad wherein the males are useless and the scientists talk a lot of shit about one of them especially. did i mention poly eagles? yes.

if all else fails, there are like 15 seasons of grey’s anatomy on netflix to refocus your pain to weeping about lexie and mark instead of actual life sucking. i talk a lot of shit on it for a variety of reasons, but also i’ve shed a lot of cathartic tears so. ymmv.

and do what you can when it comes to hierarchy of needs – get some water into your belly and take your meds! i hear people eat too sometimes

last but not least, look at this gorgey great white shark:

#care package #Anonymous

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artlessictoan · 6 years

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Day 3 - Family

eyyy looks like we’re back to my fave theme that is the hardest one to write! why do I do these things to myself.. this one….. this one got kinda very dark at points. I uh………. yeah, tw suicidal thoughts, it’s only implied and he gets better but please avoid this chap if you need to

just a lil reminder that in these fics I’ve altered ages a little so the sibs are each a couple years apart instead of being born basically back-to-back, for poor karura’s sake. also autistic kank hcs abound!

(ao3 version)

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Day 3 - Family

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Age two and the world is far too big and scary for him.

Outside there is wind and sand constantly brushing his skin with their feather-light touch that turns his skin inside out, and his mother insists upon holding his hand loosely wherever they go, no matter how her grip rattles down to his bones; he much prefers inside, where it is cool and quiet and he’s allowed to play alone with his toys as much as he likes, even if Temari keeps trying to take them for herself.

Family is a word mother keeps repeating to him, broken up into small, slow sounds, eyes wide and hungry as she waits for something, he doesn’t know what, but he knows that the word is the long sigh when he flips his bowl onto the table, is a firm press of lips against his forehead every night before he falls asleep.

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Age three and he realises how much he misses routine.

There doesn’t seem to be any explanation for why mother hasn’t taken him out for several days now, no reason for father’s sudden disappearance from family dinnertime, just the reassurances of his sister as she pulls him away from mother’s room, she’s tired, she needs to sleep, c’mon I’ll tell you the story with the owl again, you like that one, mother will get well soon, then we can all go out together, .

Family is worry and feeling the sharp pain of a missing presence at his side, wishing he could be big and strong like Temari, so he could help make mummy feel better.

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Age six and he hates how everything is being kept from him.

Father has been spending less and less time with him and when he does, it’s only to instruct him on jutsu and frown when metal does not shiver at his touch; Temari is busy with her tutors, he can’t remember the last time they said hello without her apologising; uncle Yashamaru’s hair is wilder and his eyes darker every time he sees him, apparently his little brother is doing well, but he wouldn’t know, he hasn’t seen him since he was a baby.

Family is trying to piece together the broken fragments of an old life, work out what he did wrong and how he can make it right, it is asking father what he needs to do, is it picking up a weapon for the first time in his life.

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Age ten and he can no longer feel his fingertips.

Chakra burns as he forces it from his body, it whips and flails like a desperate animal as he stretches it out further and further, a distant voice barks at him to focus, silk-fine threads snap and the puppet crumbles to the ground in a heap of fabric and wood. He holds his aching hand with a white-knuckled grip, bites his lip until it bleeds, holds his eyes wide open until the urge to cry burns away under the scorching midday sun.

Family is the wrinkled old men and women of the puppetry core, with their sharp tongues and hard glares, the ancient, crumbling papers that are quickly becoming the only thing he truly understands.

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Age twelve and he is sick, sick, sick of it.

He’s not good enough, never has been, never will be. The Kazekage’s disappointment comes through in every curt, backhanded compliment that slips out of his slimy mouth and his tutors dismiss every win he takes, grinding away at his pride until he can’t bare to even look at himself in the mirror. When the first strokes of deep purple cross his features – paint laced with a mild poison, in Suna tradition – he claims it’s because he knows he is ready to call himself a true puppet master, whether the elders accept it or not, in private, he tells Temari that it’s because he’s seen the venom in the stares Gaara sends their father and has no desire to face an early grave, but when he’s alone, with nothing but a mirror to judge him, he knows it’s because he can’t bear that hate reflected back at him in his father’s eyes.

Family is never feeling safe, never feeling content with himself, because himself was worth less than the dirt on Gaara’s shoes. He spends a long time staring at the kunai, carefully sharpened to a dazzling gleam; Temari’s call from down the hall jolts him back to reality. Blade hidden back under his pillow, he welcomes his sister home with a smirk and a joke and tries to believe that the warmth in her tired eyes and weak smile prove his value to the world.

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Age fourteen and he doesn’t realise how much he loves Suna until he leaves.

The air here is too sticky, the people too loud and the colours too garish. He finds himself urgently fidgeting every time he sits down, fingers going through the motions that would see a hidden blade spring from Karasu’s arm, a pack of senbon scattered in a wide arc, lethal, invisible gas released in the middle of a crowded street, only when a hand lightly slaps against his and a warning is hissed in his ear does he stop and recognise the exact same restless agitation in his little brother’s face.

Family is seeing the life and joy of the people around him and wishing for the simple, familiar distrust of home, where he knew where he stood and didn’t feel the aching want when he saw a trio of siblings playing in the street, running away laughing when their mother called them home.

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Age fifteen and, for the first time in years, he can breathe.

New responsibilities and worries keep him busy, distracted from emotions that he refuses to look at, lest the old, comfortable claws of anger once again claim their rightful place at his throat, but suddenly he doesn’t have to rely solely on himself. Temari demands that he stop shouldering his burdens alone in an attempt to protect her, Baki-sensei shows up at their home unannounced bearing food, gentle, uncertain touches and sly warnings of political machinations. More than them though, Gaara is the one who finds him in his pit of heavy, guilt-laden quicksand and reaches out, not to pull him free, but to find comfort from one entombed in the same suffocating place.

Family is support and comfort, it is warm meals eaten together to the sound of laughter, it is long, dark talks stretching long into the night, it is desperately clinging to the one person you thought would never understand and dragging each other back to the surface.

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Age eighteen and he couldn’t stop the emotions escaping if he’d tried.

He still hated touch, hated how it made him feel trapped in his own skin and so uncomfortably close to another… but when they were finally home and free of prying eyes and constant attention, he pulled his siblings into the tightest, most painful hug he’d ever experienced. None of them let go, not even as they fell to the floor together – legs bent awkwardly beneath them – not when Gaara started mumbling every pain and fear he’d never let out, not as Temari finally broke down and howled, long and wretched and terrified, into his dusty, bloody coat, not when the hall became too dark to see, not even when Gaara had passed out from exhaustion and Temari fell into a light, fretful sleep; Kankuro refused to close his eyes or let go, keeping silent watch over them until the sun rose.

Family is horrible and wonderful and he will never, ever, lose a piece of it again, to do so would be to lose a part of himself.

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Age twenty-nine and he has to wonder what the hell Gaara was thinking.

As much as he’d grown past his childhood hatred of those younger than him, there was a difference between tolerating children in specific situations, and suddenly having them infiltrate every part of your life. He wants to resent them for it, wants to pretend that he doesn’t get a kick out of Yodo’s games, doesn’t enjoy sharing his love of puppetry and art with Shinki, doesn’t feel a deep connection with the boy who loathed his own face.

Family is half-hearted protests and insincere complaints, poorly hidden laughter and smiles that warm him down to his soul. Araya lights up when he gives him a mask, cries when he assures him that there’s no shame in hiding, as long as it’s on your own terms.

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Age fifty-six and he’s looking forwards to an early retirement.

The news that the three Kazekage siblings would be stepping down from their political posts had rocked Suna to it’s foundations, though Gaara’s calm words and unshakable faith in the next generation had soothed most concerns; they hadn’t done all they could in shaping the new world, but they had done enough, now was the time to let those with new ideas for change and progression take the stage. Now was the time to experience all those things they’d missed out on growing up.

Family is finding the time for the small moments as well as the big, it’s sticking together through the bad, in the hopes that one day you’ll be able to enjoy the good and the mundane and the thousand states in-between.

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Age eighty-two and there simply isn’t enough time in the world.

He refuses to stop moving, no matter how his joints complain and eyes cloud; as long as he draws breath, he will live each day to its fullest.

Family is messy and confusing and he could never properly describe it, but if asked he would say it is the friends who stand by you, through thick and thin, the communities you build with like-minded people, the children you mentor, comfort, encourage and raise, the man who embraces you, sharp, broken edges and all, the siblings who push you to be better, to be your truest self, it is accepting someone as they were, good and bad and so terribly human, it is the comfort found in a gentle touch against the forehead.

Nothing in the world would ever be as precious.

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#ictoan writes #kankuroweek #kankuro #temari #gaara #sand siblings #naruto #thESE KIDS MAKE ME SO SAD WHYYYYY #I DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS TO MYSELF BUT HERE I AM ANYWAYS #but i'm super glad to have this lil trilogy finished off!#now i'm going to cry myself to sleep night yall

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toukaisbetterthanyou · 7 years

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The one where anon likes a fictional sex scene a little more than she should

I am so touched that you would actually want to know who I am after all this horrible reviewing but if it makes you feel any better, I don’t even have a Tumblr account. My friend just sends me all the memes and links. The bitch (whom I love dearly because I know she’ll read this and will figure out who I am) actually made me believe chapter 143 was the final one and that we should expect a third series in a few months. I was woken from my mourning by the new chapter and I am looking forward to reading this chapter in celebration.

Hubbs made me promise not to read this without him but I am anyway because I wouldn’t get anything written if he was around so if we get a divorce in 30 years, I am citing this as the starting point :P.

No – the number one priority was now Touka.

One day, I hope sex with me is so good that it puts systems of ruling in danger due to distraction. Touka on her way to make history.

“Kaneki,” Hide says firmly, “You know what I mean.”

Hideyoshi “None of Your Bullshit” Nagachika will join Nishiki on my fave list.

“Well, that’s all I wanted to say. She is a really pretty girl, I’d be distracted too!”

Dude, I am a grown real woman and she is a fictional 2D character and I get distracted by her panels in the manga. I don’t envy Kaneki’s situation one bit.

He had been married to responsibility for as long as he could remember, after all.

This is the story of a man in an affair that helps him break free from his arranged marriage by mama Eto and papa Arima.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on with you and that smelly harpy?”

Nishiki, babe, I love you but you gotta tone down the insults. Kimi wouldn’t be happy about this.

Nothing ever escapes you, Nishiki-senpai, Ken thinks with an internal groan.

It seems nothing ever escapes anyone within half a mile of you. You’re not exactly being subtle dumbass!

“You’re really going to fuck the violent ghoul woman from V? Really?” He asks him, giving him a sharp and disapproving look.

Last time, hubbs said he thought it was suspicious that a breeding ghoul from an opposing organization just happened to wander into OEK territory. Glad to know Nishiki shares his thinking and hasn’t let go of his concerns.

He kneels down, pressing his palms together, letting his knees sink into the dirt.

I am awful but I’d like to think he also does this before he eats Touka out. I’ll show myself out.

“Do I have to get chewed out by everyone about this?” Ken asks,

Yes. As much as I love reading about the sex life you both share, let’s not pretend the context is not creepy as fuck and your friends are trying to talk some sense into you.

Nishiki nods, “And so you consider her a victim, but you take advantage of her?”

God, I love Nishiki in your fics. Yes, my son, drag him! Don’t sugarcoat anything. You are a blessing to this fictional universe.

“Any idea how you’re going to break this to Mr. Handsome?” Ken’s eyes bulge for a minute, “Oh shit and there’s Yomo too..”

I hope Ayato kicks him repeatedly in the nuts. Not because I hate him or anything but just because it’s the right thing to do.

“Your brother will kill me when he finds out,” He gasps, hungrily biting her neck as she settles on his lap.

Ken, my errant son, this is not how you do foreplay. Dirty talk shouldn’t involve mentions of siblings.

“We should tell him and the others before you knock me up.”

So much for as casual as possible.

His mind goes back to the conversations he had with Hide and Nishiki

Good. Some self-reflection.

He thinks all of this for only a moment before he’s sunken balls deep inside of her, and can only think of filling her up with even more of his seed.

Well, that didn’t last long.

Quietly, the older man sets down a month’s worth of rations. It was a large bag, packed tight with meat.

Shouldn’t he put that in a fridge? Yomo, I know you wanted an excuse to talk to the perv but this is the best you could come up with?!

So, it would only be Ayato who would attempt to throttle him.

Why take away the chance of an epic beatdown by both uncle and nephew? It would have put the 103 bones scene to shame.

Yusa places a crown of white flowers on Touka’s head and she pokes his nose, making the usually reserved boy crack a smile.

Moment of silence for Rikai and Shio. Gone but not forgotten. They better not die in this story!

She had asked to borrow that book earlier.

Kaneki, the fearsome OEK, reading with a somber expression on his face behind his desk. What could he be possibly reading that is so serious and sad? Essays about the state of mankind? A novel about human suffering? His own autobiography? No, it’s Gon The Little Fox. He probably has a whole shelf of children’s books in leather binding to hide them.

And then he complains about manga -.-“.

It makes him smile and forget everything he had been lectured on that day by Hide, Nishiki and even Yomo

You’ve barely thought about it for a few moments before shunting all your circulation to your dick! There is nothing to forget!

Those damn pheremones are back the moment she sees him. At this point, he wonders if she was doing it on purpose

I am wondering that too now. Maybe Nishiki and hubbs are right and she is a spy or a mole?

Surprisingly, Ken doesn’t mind.

Why is he surprised? He hasn’t shown much resistance to anything else she initiated.

They were from the garden too. She was glad they had escaped and were here now, where they have the opportunity to be real kids and not killing machines.

They’re still child soldiers when they are guards. Don’t let Ken’s dick seduce your logic!

“You’re still a lot younger than me,” he says gruffly, practically ripping the t-shirt that she wore. Her large breasts bounce free,

… and one of them hits him in the face!

And hey, 10 years is not that much of a difference. The age difference is really the least of their problems right now.

It was easy these days – she was always so open and ready for him. So greedy.

Obviously if your romps are only a few hours apart. Does being half ghoul mean he has a never-ending supply of cum? Does he not need a break?

“Did I do a good job?”

/gulp/ Yes. Yes, you did.

I really should have read this with hubbs. That facefucking scene was very sexy and you have successfully made me blush. Job well done!

Soon after that night, he goes back to avoiding her.

Is writing him as a fuckboy a trope of yours? I know I am putting him in an impossible position where the right thing to do would be to end the relationship and avoid her but for fuck’s sake, homegirl just sucked the soul of you, show some respect!

Maybe it would be different if they were both more in control of themselves.

A step in the right direction.

It takes only three days before Touka manages to track him down.

I am now picturing a cartoon montage of Touka trying to catch Ken around the compound to Yakety Sax

“Shut the fuck up,” she hisses,

Aggressive Touka is best Touka.

“I don’t need to feel in control if I’m having fun, which I am.”

How to know the girl you’re dating is too young to be dating at all. Scratch my earlier comment; age difference just became a big problem.

“I don’t want to take advantage of you. It’s not right and I don’t feel comfortable with it.”

But you won’t let that stop you.

Making her wrong. She had spent years on and off of those damn tables. Touka refused to return to them. She wouldn’t.

/ugly crying/ My poor daughter.

She didn’t want to change anymore.

Sweet baby just trying to find a sense of stability. Keep her away from those damn tables!

“I’m a ghoul. I’m not normal, anyway.”

I was wondering when her self-loathing would show up.

Hello, darkness, my old friend.

And beautiful, she thinks dreamily.

How to know the girl you’re dating is too young to be dating at all part 2. No one over 16 should do or think anything dreamily.

Was this the nature of her hormones? Or was he just a perverted bastard who liked this more than he was leading it to be.

Well, since most of the compound males have managed to keep it relatively under control, I’d say both? Hormones enabling preexisting perversion. Ask your doctor about the diagnosis.

he wanted her to have her independence, but the idea of her realizing that she didn’t want him was almost too much to bare.

This would be really interesting if it happens in the story. Would he (consciously or subconsciously) try to prevent it from happening for fear of losing her? How would it affect him mentally?

“You want a baby?” He asks gruffly, then leaning up, and grabbing her legs. He kisses along her calf before biting into it as he bottoms out with his next thrust.

/fans self/

she gives Ken a sharp look that has him wilting

My girl Kimi! She and Nishiki are such a good fit. Power couple.

Nishiki stares Ken down the whole time while Kimi breaks the news.

Nishiki wishing he had laser eyes instead of kakugan.

Nishiki hadn’t reprimanded him like this in years. “I –”

Maybe if he had done it more regularly, you wouldn’t have gotten yourself in this mess.

So a "person of interest” is now carrying the king’s child who has a chance of not surviving and its dad is probably going to get beaten halfway to death by its uncle. I can’t wait for even more drama to unfold! I l absolutely love this and can’t wait for next chapter!

#asks #replies #anons #original sin review anon #original sin anon #!!!!#thank you so much!!!#we're glad that you enjoyed this story as well #if you ever decide to make a personal tumblr then hit us up #super curious about who your friend is now though #:p #nice asks #submission

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tea-and-cardigans · 7 years

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Wrong Place, Right Time

This is a prompt fill from the lovely @raptorlily you are such an awesome supporter of my work and I must admit that every time I post something new on Ao3 I eagerly await your review, just as I do your fics.

I hope this fill meets your prompt, it’s only a little bit of pressure filling a prompt for one of your fave fanfic authors.

Summary:

Betty Cooper goes to the White Wyrm to confront Jughead and finds herself in hot water. Enter her knight in a black leather jacket.

Rating: M - there is some stuff ‘wink, wink’ going on but nothing graphic.

Also there is a ‘Keep Reading’ cut.

Betty took a deep breath and pulled her pony tail tighter before she walked through the door of the White Wyrm, if Jughead Jones thought that she could be dissuaded so easily he had another thing coming. The text message had been the last straw.

He had been putting distance between them for weeks. No longer coming to Pop’s, declining her invitations to meet at the Register to write. Even when she was with him he was distant, he no longer sought comfort in her touch, and she knew he was keeping secrets from her. It had all started as soon as he put that damn jacket on. She had been afraid for him, what it would mean for them once he was part of the Serpents. He had promised her that it was just undercover, that he wasn’t about to make the same mistakes that his father had, and she wanted so badly to believe him. She wanted to be his partner in this just as she had been there for Jason Blossom’s murder investigation and subsequent solving. Just as he had been there for her with Polly, the very start of their relationship.

She was determined that she was not going to lose him to the Southside, plus no-one, not even Jughead Jones was going to break up with her via text.

She could feel the atmosphere change as soon as she crossed over the threshold, suspicious eyes roving over her trying to figure out what one of ‘them’ was doing in a place like this.

“You are a very long way from home Blondie.” A leather clad man with a long beard, greyed with age sneered at her. She noticed from the corner of her eye another member, a teen around her age had made his way from the table where he was seated. She continued to make her way towards the bar, ignoring the furious beating of her heart and the shaking in her hands. But as more and more of the gang members moved to surround her she could feel her confidence starting to give way. She straightened herself pulling herself up to her full height and continued on.

“Extremely far from the white picket fences of the Northside.” He continued to chuckled unkindly.

“Did the boys get too boring for you over there. Wanted something a little more dangerous.” The younger man said as he approached her his eyes roaming over her body, as she hugged her arms around herself suddenly self conscious of her tight sweater.

She turned around sharply looking for an escape but was now surrounded by the other patrons of the bar, other members of the notorious gang which currently was locked in a civil war with her own side. Well she was here now and there was no feasible escape so she might as well get what she came for.

“I’m looking for Jughead Jones.” She said cursing the slight waver in her voice as she tried to command authority in her voice.

“Well girlie, you found us instead.” The older man said as he placed an arm on her shoulder and as she moved to shrug him off he only gripped harder. Frightened she reached for the pepper spray that she had stolen from her mum’s bag, grateful that she had had the forethought to do so. “And we don’t take too kindly to your kind nosing around here.”

Just as her fingers clasped around the cannister a tall figure pulled the man away from her, pressing him up against the bar, as she moved back stunned, free from his grasp.

“Back off Mongoose.” A rough familiar voice threatened, and recognition washed over her. A beanie-less, leather jacket wearing Jughead Jones, had the Serpent pinned to the bar, twisting his arm behind his back, his tall imposing figure had the other members who had initially gone to help take a wider berth as soon as he glared at them.

Her heart was now racing out of something more than fear, seeing her Jughead defending her honour sent a heat spreading through her body and a flush to her cheeks. His hair was wild, waves falling over his eyes, as he glared at those around him. He leant closer to the man’s ear whispering something that she couldn’t quite hear and noticed a widening of Mongoose’s eyes as he took in the information, before nodding eagerly.

Jughead released him and Betty watched as he nursed his arm as he moved to the back of the small crowd that had gathered when the commotion had started. None of the other serpents seemed to want to be near him as if he was tainted.

He turned to her next, his hand pushing back his hair from his face and his eyes captured hers with such an intensity that she felt her flush intensify, her sweater becoming too warm despite the coolness of the bar.

“You need to leave Betty.” . His face an expression of something that she had only seen a few times, when he was held back by the orderlies at the Sisters of Quiet Mercy and when someone had covered her locker in pigs blood spelling out their hatred for her. There was a roughness and authority in his voice that made her go weak in the knees. Her protector, always.

When she didn’t move, he let out a frustrated sigh and moved towards her. He was quick but she was quicker. This protective raw side of him always left her flustered and wanting it awakened the darker side of herself seeing his. She didn’t just want him now she needed him.

She grabbed him by his jacket and pulled him to her millimetres from her face, she could already breathe in his scent, and it only fueled her desire. She saw the shock in his eyes, his questioning expression, her heart was drumming in her ears, urging her forward. Her eyes surveyed her environment instantly spotting the beat up sign for the restrooms. Perfect. As he instinctively leaned in to close the distance, she pulled him with her heading in the direction of the closest private space. He didn’t have much choice as he was dragged along with her, she was strong despite her size. And he wasn’t exactly an unwilling party.

She could hear in the background beneath the beat of her heart and the whooshing blood in her ears the whoops and hoots of the other serpents as their newest member was dragged off in the direction of the restrooms by the pastel pink, blonde haired girl. She pushed him inside the ladies room and shut the door behind her.

“Betty what the…” He didn’t get to finish his sentence as she was upon him. Her hands went immediately into his hair, running her fingers through his dark locks thinking about how much she had missed him, missed this.

Her lips locked on his, as she pushed him up against the opposite wall, and he groaned as his back hit it hard the rough bricks worn away in places digging into his back despite the thick leather jacket. He groaned as he returned her kiss unable to simply turn away. Betty was his drug of choice and it only took one hit for him to be addicted all over again. He had managed to keep her at arms length but should have known that she wouldn’t let it go. Wouldn’t let them go so easily.

The rational side of his brain told him to pull away, to maintain the distance that he had striven so hard to have created. But he found himself pushing his hands into her own hair, directing her to where he needed her so that he could properly claim her lips with her own. She seemed to respond to the roughness of his actions and let out a moan in appreciation.

He flipped their positions pushing her now against the wall as his fingers slipped underneath her sweater, tracing the skin of her hip, her flat stomach, up to her ribs, inches away from where he knew she was craving him. He moved his lips to her neck, licking and nipping harshly at her exposed skin, trailing over her throat her breaths sharp and ragged. Indicating that she was just as lost in this moment as he was.

“You shouldn’t have come here Betts.” He whispered into her neck as he moved further and further down, roughly pulling the neck of her sweater down so that he could access more of her pale skin. His tongue running along the dip of her collar bone, his other hand holding her hips steady against the wall, pushing her back when they bucked at the sensation of his teeth grazing her sensitive skin.

“You think you can scare me off that easily Jug.” She brought a leg up to wrap around him and pull him closer to her, a delicious sound leaving her lips as his body came in full contact with her own. “You forget who I am.”

“I can’t be worried about you Betts. I can’t have you involved in any of this. It’s too dangerous.” There he was again her stalwart protector unfortunately for him she was not a delicate little flower, a damsel in distress, never had been, never would.

“Maybe I like dangerous.” She said looking up at him underneath her eyelashes, almost pouting, and he could already feel his resolve crumbling.

“Maybe, but I won’t have you falling down this rabbit hole with me Betts. Not this time.” He shook his head, avoiding eye contact, knowing that those big green eyes could convince him otherwise, would suck him back in.

“I’m coming with you, I am going to be here, with you no matter what.” He knew she wasn’t going to give up but he didn’t want her to potentially sacrifice her future for this and if he was honest, for him.

“Betts.” He sighed. She moved her hands to his face, holding it her hands directing him to look at her as she had done so many times before. She was his kryptonite, he knew it. He couldn’t say no.

“I love you.” There it was. The tipping point.

He returned his lips to hers, their tongues intertwined, she moved to push the jacket off his shoulders, it thudding loudly to the ground with it’s weight. She made a move to pull her sweater off and he assisted her, his hands shaking giving away his need, instead moving to resettle on her hips, keeping him grounded, while she removed her own sweater, leaving her in a pink lacy bra, that pink lacy bra. Overwhelmed at the memory of their first time and her breathy moans as she twisted against him he lost himself completely.

They were a frenzied mess of hands, pushing, pulling, tongues clashing, teeth grazing and lips marking each other as their own.

He took her against the wall of a bathroom stall. Hurried actions and desperate kisses and a sense of urgency to re join together again. She screamed his name, when he entered her, murmured affirmations of her love for him as he claimed her body with his own.

She leaned the back of her head up against the wooden wall spent, trying to reclaim her breaths as she tried to let it sink in that she had just had sex in the restrooms of the White Wyrm with gang member of the Southside Serpents, her mother would be so proud.

He rested his forehead against hers his hands on the wall either side of her head, taking deep breaths. As the realisation of his actions sunk in. He pushed away from her running a hand through his hair as he proceeded to do up his jeans.

As he readjusted his clothing she left the bathroom stall picking up her sweater, pulling it over her head, eyeing the leather jacket which had been cast aside next to it before picking that up as well. She examined the snake insignia carefully before she shrugged her smaller frame into the worn leather and adjusted it to suit her, examining herself in the mirror. Reaching up she pulled out her skewed and messy pony tail completely allowing her golden waves to cascade over shoulders in sharp contrast to the black leather. She turned to face him, and seeing her swamped in his jacket sent a new wave of trepidation through him.

“Betts?” He choked out. His eyes desperate.

“Like I said Juggie, we’re in this together.”

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