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slytherinslut0 · 5 months

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enemies w/ tension. | slytherin boy headcanons

author's note: feralism inside. readers be advised. eighteen plus.

- your enemies reaction to you bending over in front of them.

Draco Malfoy.

Draco Malfoy, as your enemy, was an absolute arsehat.

He’d purposely go out of his way to make your life a living hell whenever he bloody could.

The teasing and pranking was relentless; from accidentally spilling a particular shimmering potion on your white uniform blouse, rendering it perfectly see-through and exposing your bra to everyone in potions class, to pulling out your seat when you weren’t looking; he’d done it all.

He was an absolute menace, but you also knew there was something more to it than that, something possessive, something obsessive.

And you thought this for a multitude of reasons, but the main one being that he admitted he was into you while drunk at a common room party. which of course he denied the next day, and every other day since, choosing instead to be as annoying as ever.

but on this particular late evening, assigned as partners for a class project, you found yourselves alone together; the tension high and the banter relentless.

“Draco, please stop acting like a bloody child for five seconds.”

He’d roll his eyes, fighting a smirk. “Pleading for mercy are you? How adorable.”

You’d huff, staring at him with your arms crossed out of frustration as he held your quill above his head, just out of your reach.

“No, I’m pleading for you to stop being so goddamn insufferable. Give me my quill.” You’d hiss, entirely irritated.

Of course he’d just laugh, wetting his lips as he analyzed your frustration, revelling in the fact he’s so clearly gotten you going.

“Here.” He’d sneer, all before tossing it half-way across the room. “Go fetch.”

by this point, your blood was boiling, but you wouldn’t miss the glint in his eyes, the one that told you he was enjoying this a little more than he should be.

With a frustrated sigh, you pivoted sharply, seizing the perfect opportunity. As you closed in on your quill, a deliberate hair flip cascaded over your shoulder. Slow and sensuous, you bent at the hips, hands trailing down your sides, tracing the subtle sway of your body reaching for the quill. Picking it up achingly slow, on the ascent, you locked eyes with Draco over your shoulder, a sly smirk playing on your lips.

Draco’s typically poised demeanor faltered as he watched, an involuntary pause freezing his features. His steely gaze, usually cloaked in arrogance, softened into a momentary bewilderment.

The realization hit him like a revelation, and before you could even process it, he was up and out of his seat, one hand gripping the back of your head as he loomed over you.

“What the fuck was that?” His voice was torn, shredded. “Quite the fucking tease, huh?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You blinked, grinning. “I simply picked up my quill.”

His grip on the back of your head tightened, his pupils blown wide with lust. All his restraint was gone.

“You’re a fucking filthy little thing “ he leaned in closer, wetting his lips as he glimpsed yours. “Do that again and I’ll fuck you right here, right over this desk.”

Blaise Zabini.

Blaise fucking Zabini. Your enemy? You guessed you could call him that.

Mainly because all the guy ever did was sabotage your bloody love life. Every single damn chance he got.

And not even in a traditional asshole type of way, like by scaring dudes off or threatening their livelihoods--oh, no.

he scared them off by just being himself.

You’d known Blaise since first year, being that the two of you are from the same house and share the same friend group,

but, all the two of you have ever done, since day bloody one, was banter and bicker like a pair of fucking first years.

But as you matured, that friendly banter slowly transitioned into something more, something that neither of you seemed willing to acknowledge.

Something that you knew was about to boil over, at any given moment. and perhaps, that moment was today.

you sighed in frustration, watching as the guy you’d been talking to all night began to make his way through the crowd, finally taking the hint and excusing himself after Blaise had just ever-so-kindly invited himself into your conversation.

“Why do you have to ruin everything?” You took a sip of your drink, glancing at a smirking Zabini through narrowed lids. “Do you not want me to find love? Do you truly hate me that much?”

“I did you a favour, trust me,” he’d quip, flashing those perfect pearly teeth at you. “Dude would have bored you death.”

“The great Zabini, doing me a favour?” Your eyes widened, and you’d stifle an amused scoff. “Sure you’re feeling okay?”

As Blaise was poised to respond, you fumbled with your wand, inadvertently dropping it onto the wooden floor of the common room. Acting on instinct, you bent down to retrieve it, sensing Blaise's eyes lingering on your backside for an unnecessarily long moment as you slowly straightened up.

And when you finally looked over, you watched as he brought a hand up to his mouth, attempting to hide his grin as he shot you a knowing, wide-eyed glance, his body tensed as though he was fighting to restrain himself.

but after only a few seconds, he’d step closer, his hand grazing your arm as he leaned in.

“Excuse me miss, but I think you’ve made me drop something,” he’d pause, watching your eyes as you met his.

“I’m sorry?” You snorted. “what are you-“

he’d pull you closer, bringing his mouth toward your ear. “you made me drop my fucking jaw…”

you’d blink, caught off guard. “Blaise-“

“That ass is fucking perfect,” he murmured, wetting his lips. “cant hide it anymore, princess…i want you bad.”

Lorenzo Berkshire.

“Enzo-earth to bloody Enzo,” you emitted an audible groan, sinking back down into the chair beside him.. “can you please at least fucking attempt to help me?”

Enzo was uninterested in your pleas, truthfully, he was uninterested in anything you had to say. Paying no heed, he sat slouched, head nestled in his arms on the desk, seemingly oblivious to your presence.

you sighed. this was going to be a long damn class.

“Enzo, please? you can sleep after class-“

He grumbled softly under his breath, neglecting to raise his head from the desk. However, he pivoted it towards you, his bleary brown eyes meeting yours.

“can you knock it off?” his voice was a shredded rasp. it was clear he was exhausted. “don’t you ever get tired of hearing your own voice?”

You scoffed, irritation evident on your face. This was the typical Enzo conversational experience--a constant exchange of snark and jabs. It baffled you how a man so fucking attractive could also be so damn daft at times.

“i don’t, actually,” you huffed, trying to keep your composure. “but i certainly get tired of your ignorant attitude.”

that managed to get at least a chuckle out of him, even if it was a half-assed one.

“spicy today, i see.” his lids fluttered back closed as he muttered, “bite me, darling.”

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you teased, your voice taking on an arrogant tone. “masochist.”

Enzo emitted a snort, a hearty chuckle escaping from his chest in response to your suggestive jab. Progress was evident, and you sensed the need to elevate things to the next level if you intended to secure his assistance.

Making sure his eyes remained closed, you slyly nudged your quill, sending it tumbling off the table and onto the floor. A mischievous smirk played on your lips as it hit the ground, and Enzo's eyes snapped open, fixing on you.

Maintaining the intense eye contact, you slowly leaned over in the chair, letting the seductive sway of your movements accompany your reach for the fallen quill.

you could feel Enzo's gaze following your every movement as you retrieved the quill with a lingering touch--all while a subtle, suggestive smile danced on your lips.

the second you straightened out, Enzo sat up straight, clearing his throat, tongue darting out to moisten his lips as he fought to collect himself.

“what’s the matter, Enz?” you quipped, unable to control yourself. “thought you were tired?”

“don’t play with me, angel.” he muttered, leaning closer. “please, Merlin, don’t fucking play with me.”

you’d snicker. “help me with this assignment and i’ll let you touch it.”

“deal.”

Mattheo Riddle.

you and Mattheo were enemies for one reason, and one reason only--his suffocating arrogance.

perhaps you were the only girl in the school who called him out on his bullshit, perhaps you were the only girl in the school who didn’t fall flat at his feet anytime he simply breathed.

and Mattheo, well, he wasn’t used to this type of treatment. and he certainly wasn’t keen on the fact he couldn’t get you in his bed with a mere second long glance.

of course, you were fully conscious of the fact he was hot as fuck, but your self-respect and dignity outweighed your sexual desires, which in turn, created fiery spats every-time the two of you were near each other.

And so, here you were, paired with him for a research assignment; the two of you alone in the library on a Sunday night, while he was totally hungover. And as insufferable as ever.

“Mattheo, give my fucking textbook back.”

He’d groan, rolling his eyes as he tucked the book under his arm, hugging it to his chest while seated sluggishly.

“Come and get it back, then.” He’d utter, smirking. “I promise I don’t bite…hard.”

You fought back a scoff. “You won’t be able to bite at all if you don’t cut it the fuck out…it’s almost ten o’clock we need to start this.”

Mattheo rolled his eyes, again, his tongue piercing the inside of his cheek as he pulled the book out from under his arm, and stood up, moving over to the bookshelf behind your chair.

With suffocating snark, he knelt down, shoving the book onto one of the shelves lowest to the ground, all before turning back around and smirking at you, crossing his arms over his chest and shrugging casually as he cocked an eyebrow.

“You told me to give it back.” The arrogance in his tone was nauseating. “You didn’t specify where.”

“First of all, that’s the wrong shelf,” you’d mutter, watching his eyes follow you as you pushed up from the chair, veering closer. “And second of all, you’re not funny.”

Mattheo poised for a sharp retort, ready to counter with his usual biting wit. However, his words stumbled into silence as he observed you drawing near.

With a swift, almost calculated movement, you bent at the hips to retrieve your book beside him. The fabric of your skirt dared to venture higher up your thighs than convention allowed, leaving Mattheo momentarily entranced and rendering his intended response obsolete.

But the second you straightened out, meeting his eyes, lips teasing a knowing smirk, he was on you.

Your back slammed against the shelf as he grappled your hips, shoving you back. he towered over you, his lips pressed directly against your ear as he growled;

“You shouldn’t be bending over like that in front of me,” his voice was torn, shredded, and he finished the sentence off with a sharp “ever.”

your heart was hammering. “Why not, Matty? Didn’t enjoy the show?”

“You have no idea what that ass of yours does to me,” he groaned, his grip on your hips tightening. “Every fucking day I imagine railing it--I imagine fucking the attitude right out of you…you should know better than to tempt me.”

Theodore Nott.

“Look at that,” Theodore quipped, his snarky grin practically evident in his tone of voice. “top of the class again. how does that L feel, huh?”

you grumbled, rolling your eyes so far into the back of your skull that you were seeing white.

“don’t get cocky, Nott.” you nearly snarled, the frustration seeping from your lips like breath. “it’s not a good look on you,”

theodore merely chuckled, knowing that was a complete fucking lie.

cockiness was an infuriatingly good look on him, and that was solely due to the fact that the objects of his arrogance were damn impressive achievements that could make anyone green with envy.

the man was unfathomably smart for an arrogant jock whose life was dedicated to being the best quidditch player to ever exist.

clucking his tongue, he’d shoot you a knowing glance. “you sound jealous, bella. what’s your grade?”

as he tried to lean over to glimpse your mark, you pulled your paper away from him, scowling. “how about mind your own business, hm?”

he’d chuckle. “never been known for that, have i?”

Before you could formulate a response, Theodore snatched the paper from your hands, leaning away to sneak a glance at your mark. Your groan of irritation resonated, signaling your exasperation with his antics.

Annoyed, you reached over to grab your paper back, your low-cut blouse exposing more of your chest than you’d intended.

As soon as Theodore’s eyes fixed on your chest, noting your breasts practically spilling out of your shirt, he paused; his fingers involuntarily releasing the paper without further fight, his lips parting and eyes darkening.

“merlin,” he’d breathe, his voice torn. “you trying to give a lad a fucking heart attack, wearing a shirt like that?”

your cheeks grew warm, his eyes not once breaking from your chest as you straightened back out in your chair, adjusting yourself.

“it’s rude to stare, Nott.” you’d say, fighting a grin. “didn’t your mommy ever teach you that?”

Theodore let out a low groan, edging his body closer to yours. His lips dangerously neared your ear, and he couldn't resist sneakily glancing down your shirt, unable to control his wandering gaze.

“it’s rude to tease, Bella,” he’d purr, his voice a dark murmur. “and truth be told, i can’t quite help myself…”

you huffed, unable to stifle your smirk. “sounds like you need a refresher in manners.”

“Oh, principessa,” he’d retort, his voice laced with need. “you can refresh me in anything you want as long as i can see more of those perfect tits of yours.”

Tom Riddle.

Tom Riddle was an absolute brilliant genius;

a good man. a private, by-the book type of student.

and if you were being completely honest with yourself, this was precisely why the two of you didn’t quite get along.

it seemed as though Tom had it out for you, as though he had some sort of personal vendetta to make your life a living hell.

At every opportunity, he wielded his prefect powers to land you in trouble for something. Perhaps, in all fairness, you should have known better than to sneak into the restricted section of the library or prowl around the castle late at night,

but, gods. couldn’t he just cut you some bloody slack for once?

Admittedly, you were afraid to cross Tom. You weren't eager to be on his bad side, but at the same time, you weren't prepared to entirely abandon breaking the rules and having fun just because you were aware he could catch you.

so instead, you learned his schedule, where he’d be and at what times, knowing how to effectively avoid him.

the man was a cunning genius, you knew he could effectively destroy you if he so pleased.

but, on this particular night, he was set to be patrolling the dungeons for at least another two hours, giving you plenty of time to sneak into the library and do a little research.

and everything was going extremely well, hidden in the restricted section, blanketed by the nights encompassing darkness, when you noticed your shoelace was untied.

Bending down to address the matter, a peculiar sensation tingled through your senses as you completed the task. A subtle shift in the atmosphere hinted at an approaching presence, and just as you straightened up, the hushed cadence of footsteps drew closer.

Before you could pivot to face the intruder, their looming silhouette materialized behind you.

A towering figure, their breath, warm and palpable, brushed over your ear as they leaned in, setting your nerves on edge.

“you shouldn’t be bending over like that in public,” the voice was a deep, dark rasp in your ear, the arrogance in the tone unmistakable. “some people might think you’re a little slut.”

heat rushed you, your thighs clenched. “and what if i want some people to think that?”

immediately understanding your suggestive remark, Tom wasted no time before grappling your hips and spinning you around to face him, one hand slithering around your lower back and grasping a palmful of your ass.

“filthy whore,” he’d growl, his voice shredded now, barely restrained. “breaking the rules and showing off that perfect ass for anyone to see…calls for punishment i’d say.”

his teeth found your neck and you whimpered, clutching onto him. “i’m-“

Tom pulled back, meeting your eyes. “bend over the desk, now.”

#sorry #i got extremely carried away #18+ au.

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missygoesmeow · 3 months

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Late Night Silco 👀

this is a reader fic where reader has to stay late and make drinks while Silco is in a meeting with other barons. he uses reader as a footrest. it’s a horny fic lmao.

Silco is a massive arsehat. excerpt under the cut!

“You’re embarrassing me in front of all my friends, pet,” he says, his voice stern. “On your hands and knees, I said, like a good girl.”

You’re not sure if it’s his words, the way he says them or the look on his face—perhaps it’s all three—but without thinking you’re sinking to the ground. When you’re down there, you keep your legs closed as tightly as you can, very aware of the men sitting behind you. You look up at Silco and the delighted yet feral look on his face has you squeezing your legs even tighter.

After he takes another sip of his whiskey, he crooks a finger at you. It’s obvious he wants you to crawl toward him, and so you do. On trembling limbs you crawl until your between his spread legs, your face is merely a few inches from his groin and you can’t help but stare. His lap is mostly covered by his long jacket but you can see the way it bulges underneath the fabric. You swallow and look up at him.

He raises a brow and says, “Now you’ve gotten my drink, I need something to rest my feet on.”

#wip game #silco x reader

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theficpusher · 1 day

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Finger My Mouth by LouisThiccSexyGlitteryAss | E | 1515 Louis' dentist (and childhood crush) rides him on the orthodontic chair.

A+ Patient by YesIsAWorld | G | 1882 Harry hated everything about the dentist—the antiseptic smell and the bright light in his face and the disappointment in himself and the suction thingy that kept his mouth too dry. But the thing he hated the most was how in love with his dentist he was.

Working With Mouths. by kotabear24 | M | 2075 But, basically, Louis goes to a new dentist...who is Harry Styles.

The gas had a delayed effect(it's just the dentist's office) by AxWorldxAway | nr | 3832 "Got a bit of a laugh, eavesdropping in on my very personal conversation with myself, eh?" Louis pulled the straightest face he could, acting as stern as he could, and he almost pulled it off. That is, until he saw the way the boy paled dramatically and his eyes widened comically. He burst out laughing a second after the boy began rushing out a hasty apology. He couldn't stop laughing, doubling over from his place perched in the chair. The other boy began chuckling slightly along with him. Louis knew it wasn't that funny, but he had to keep his spirits high somehow; he was sitting in a dentist office after all. (Louis cracks his tooth and is forced to take a trip to the dentist. Harry just happens to be the attractive dental assistant to Louis' eccentric dentist.)

Brace Yourself by Kaname | nr | 4056 "Standing in the doorway, wearing the most garish pair of banana scrubs that Louis had ever had the misfortune of seeing, was the most bloody gorgeous man he'd ever laid his eyes on. His hair was twisted into a messy bun of shiny, perfect curls; his thick lips curled up into a playful smile while a set of sparkling green eyes read through his folder. 'Hope you’ve not had trouble "filling" the time before the appointment, then,” the hygienist mused, smirking down at the file in his hands. His muscular forearms were blissfully exposed, a white undershirt rolled up to the elbows while a set of long, elegant fingers flipped leisurely through Louis’ x-rays. “Not that I mean to "drill" you about what you do with your free time, but it would be awfully "root" not to ask.'" (Louis is a whiny arsehat who hates the dentist, and Harry is a hygientist with a pocket full of dental puns and a thing for petite men in poof-hats.)

always tell the truth by anditsonlyforthebrave | nr | 5027 Harry is Louis' dentist and getting a wisdom tooth removed shouldn't be the end of the world.

Tantrums and Toothaches by sagegreenharry | nr | 5159 Louis and Harry's daughters always loved their dentist appointments with Louis. While Harry was off to the side doing his deep breathing, the girls would be laughing in the chair with Louis as he cleaned their teeth. So, this time when Harry gets the text from Louis to bring himself and the girls to his office, and Eva turns pale as a ghost, Harry knows something must be up.

Beautiful smile by HESLWTLJPNJHZJM | G | 5297 Louis takes Doris to her dentist appointment where Harry just so happens to be the dentist. Shocker, I know.

You smile all the time ('cause how can you not show it?) by thebreadvan | E | 9500 Harry’s eyes unwillingly slip up to the doctor, scanning his features and the focused crinkle between his brows. His jaw looks sharp, especially when he clenches it, pearly teeth biting into his bottom lip. Harry admires the stubble growing on his cheeks, and the impressive cut of his cheekbones, and – the blush blooming from his cheeks down to his neck. Harry blinks away, hoping he hasn’t been caught staring or made the man uncomfortable, but Dr. Tomlinson clears his throat and his leg starts bouncing beside Harry’s chair. Harry looks up again, and finds his face twisted into an undecipherable grimace. “Uhm,” Dr. Tomlinson stammers, “Could you hold your tongue still for me?” Harry stops breathing when he realises. He is licking Dr. Tomlinson’s fingers. <<>><<>><<>> Or, Harry never liked dentists, until now.

#Dentists #You smile all the time ('cause how can you not show it?)#thebreadvan #Beautiful smile #HESLWTLJPNJHZJM #Tantrums and Toothaches #sagegreenharry #always tell the truth #anditsonlyforthebrave #Brace yourself #Kaname #The gas had a delayed effect(it's just the dentist's office)#AxWorldxAway #Working with Mouths.#kotabear24 #A+ Patient #yesisaworld #LouisThiccSexyGlitteryAss #Finger My Mouth

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jmagnabo92 · 5 months

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PM - 130 - July 8 Captain

@prongsfoot-microfic

After losing to Slytherin for his first game as captain, James needs a pep talk.

AO3

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“I’m a terrible captain,” James groans, putting his face in his hands. He’d failed to keep three of his players focused on the game at hand, and they lost. It was his first game as captain, something he’d been hoping for since he joined the team three years previously, but now, it’s fifth year and he’s finally captain, and he lost his first game as captain.

The Slytherins were having a field day mocking him, and despite his speech to his team about learning from the loss and all that, he could feel himself sinking into the Slytherins’ negative words.

Sirius, knowing that James needs to be alone (well, except him), ushers the team out of the locker room and tells Remus and Peter to get some good sweets from Honeydunks for the team to make the loss sting a little less before everyone leaves.

Then he joins James sitting on the bench.

“No matter what they say, you did good. You only lost because your seeker was taken out and you didn’t have an alternate. It’s not fair to expect you to be able to score enough to make up for the 150-point difference when Slytherin’s seeker eventually caught the snitch,” Sirius says.

He’s right, of course, but a good captain would have a replacement just in case. It would only be fair – even if no other teams have alternates either – he should have thought ahead.

“Plus, usually the other team isn’t that rough,” Sirius adds. “The Slytherins are arsehats and shouldn’t have been allowed to attack your seeker like that.”

James sighs and nods. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“So, you’re good now?” Sirius asks.

James gives him a small smile and kisses his cheek. “Yeah, thanks, love.”

“Anytime.”

#sirius black #james potter #bambibelle #Prongsfoot #Microfic #130

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treason-and-plot · 2 years

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Meanwhile, at Anita and Joël’s house...

Roy: YEAH? WELL, IF YOU WERE ANY MORE INBRED YOU’D BE A SANDWICH!

Brutus: *barks ferociously*

Roy: SEE, EVEN THE DOG AGREES!

Roy: YOU SHUT UP, YOU BLITHERING, INCOMPETENT ARSEHAT!

Roy: YEAH? WELL, YOUR AIM IS SO BAD I’D CALL IT CANCER...EXCEPT CANCER KILLS PEOPLE!

Alice: *starts wailing over the baby monitor*

Roy: IT’S NOT MINE, DIPSTICK, I’M BABYSITTING. WHAT? IT SOUNDED LIKE A HUNGRY CRY? YEAH, YEAH, OKAY, I THINK YOU’RE RIGHT. YEAH, THERE’S MILK IN THE FRIDGE. YEAH, BOTH KINDS. YEAH, OF COURSE I KNOW NOT TO PUT BREAST MILK IN THE MICROWAVE, DICKTARD!

#Roy #Brutus #back to Bridgeport #5 years later #sims 3 #ts3 story

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thatlittleegyptologist · 1 year

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How I feel about you right now? Annoyed. But I'm projecting. While reading your post asking for opinions I realised that I've been reading your name as THElittleegyptologist instead of THATlittleegyptologist for at least a year now. Normally? I enjoy learning interesting stuff from you that I'd never otherwise know. And I REALLY enjoy when you're snarky to arsehats.

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ask-the-virtual-council · 8 months

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Why, hello there, my darlings! >:3 The Council has finally stopped being shy and is actually going to start posting like a thought I bloody-well would last month. I would also like to mention the literal video essay I have planned and of which I will likely be talking here. As well as the trainwreck of art pieces I've been trying to make for you all.

Receptionist Charles here! Starting this idiot's list of apology art (CHARLES YOU TWA-) is a photograph of last week's impromptu Literature Club meeting taken by Monika. It was her idea to make everyone switch books, which had... 'interesting' results. She has currently sworn to never do that again, as they were inconsolable for an entire day.

Then we have Will's shitty new self-insert OC who's tryING TO BE THE NEXT ME-

OKAY, ARSEHAT. IS THIS WHAT'S BOTHERING YOU?! They aren't a replacement for you, it's only for YouTube! >:(

FINE. Here's Will's new YouTube OC, their name is Rivet Angels and I'm not sure how many retcons it'll initiate but they definitely will.

And William (not the mod. the Afton one) is being consumed by the fog and a rescue team is being sent. Any help volunteered will be accepted. He needs to pay his taxes. @liquid-geodes , we require your assistance.

Anyways, that'll be all for now! Mod Will will soon be answering asks again, RIGHT?! (Fine! Fine! Sheesh. I'll add another. It's a year old though.)

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makethiscanon · 1 year

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3, 5, 9, 16, 28, and 29 for the wrapped writer's edition

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

It’s got to be Mistletoe (A Christmas Bakugou x Reader One Shot Collection). Forever and always. I wrote all three short stories in three weeks, right in the middle of busy period at work.

Idk I guess I’m just really proud of how I wrote Bakugou? I got a really lovely comment that said something like “soft bakugou IN CHARACTER?” and that was just so lovely because I spent time trying to devise how to make a realistic love story with that grump.

5. What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

Hm. This year, probably Loveless (Genesis x Reader). It’s a fic I wrote back in 2009. The very beginning of my writing journey. But it got a bit of a resurgence on AO3 this year. I guess because of the FFVII: Crisis Core Reunion announcement/release? Either way, I thought that fic was buried, but it was really nice to get some comments on this year. Positive ones, to boot!

9. Favorite pairing you wrote for this year?

I mean, it’s always gonna be Ojiro/Reader. But I’ve actually really enjoyed writing a Baji Keisuke/Reader fic (unreleased) this year because it’s been super fun to get to know his character. He’s equal parts arsehat, softie, feral and idiot. So, jumbling all those qualities together has made him a joy to write for.

16. What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

Without a doubt, ‘Fluff’ tops the tags, followed by ‘Hurt/Comfort’, and then either ‘No/Mild Angst’. I like to spread the warm fuzzies.

28. Favorite work you wrote this year?

Published would have to be A Helping Hand (Ojiro x Reader). It’s full of all the tropes I love. First Meetings, Rescue, Slice of Life Fluff. And it’s an easy introductory fic for those who haven’t read any Ojiro pieces before.

Unpublished, I’ve got to say there is a really fun rewrite I’m working on. A piece I originally wrote in 2009. It was originally a Bleach x Reader fic based at a waterpark but I said hey-ho and threw caution to the wind, and now it’s a chaotic, non-sensical crossover x reader that will never see the light of day, but caters to my every taste, and is the only reason I’m still writing every day. Hehe.

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

So this is a snippet (not really a passage, I know) from a Krel x Reader fic I’m writing, but it’s only the canon cast here. It’s meant to be a comedic scene, and I think they’re pretty in character, mannerisms and all. So my big head is saying this one:

‘At the base of the mountain, once everyone had their skiing equipment, they huddled together with a map to decide which course to try.

“Ooo, let’s do this one.” Aja said, pointing at a course that started at the top of the mountain, marked by two black diamonds. Steve wrestled the map away from her, pitching her a loving but ‘are you nuts’ expression.

“You can’t start on a double-black diamond piste.”

“Why not?” She countered with a scowl. Then she smiled. “Aw. Are you worried?”

“A-doy. Double-blacks are expert level. Aja, people die on double-blacks. How about we start on a green course?”

“Imminent death?” Varvatos chortled with glee. “Glorious! Only the most dangerous courses are worthy of Varvatos’s footfall. If today is to be our day, may we crash and burn in snow-blazon glory!”

Passers-by picked up their speed, hoping to get away from the seemingly senile old geezer.

#ask game #sarah rambles #krel tarron x reader #ojiro x reader #baji keisuke x reader #genesis x reader #3below #krel #aja #steve palchuk #varvatos #vex #krel x reader

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