#I haven’t read a x reader fic in ages XD

[thenocturnenarrator]

Wait a minute… the fic I’m reading…

It has been a Grillby x reader fic the entire time??? I thought it was just Grillby and Gaster TwT

Welp. Too late to stop now I have to finish this, I’m too deep

[elizabethh1125]

{Take it off} König x (GN) reader~

Hey guys! It’s honestly been way too long. Firstly, I want to apologize for taking such a long hiatus. Many things in my life have changed to be honest.

My age, my interests, my personal life, my job, my health and so my writing style unsurprisingly has also gone through a transformation of itself. Looking back on my old works I honestly cannot say I have read more than about three sentences before I can’t stand to look any more. It’s just so BAD. Not saying that my new shit is much better, but it’s a slow and steady uphill battle. But for some of my more consistent followers you might have also noticed the change of theme on my page. I will no longer just be catering to the community of five nights at Freddy’s. And I apologize to the folks who only stay on my page for that type of content but honestly, if I only made that type of content, I wouldn’t post here anymore. Don’t get me wrong, I still love five nights at Freddy’s and will be writing more content of that eventually (I’m sure if it lol.) but it’s just not my main focus at the moment I’m sure so for now I really want to branch out to some more games/characters that I’m enjoying in the moment so you guys get more variety and so can get some more people on my page who can enjoy my work.

For this first newer post I decided to take it easy since I haven’t really written anything for a while. And I feel like the longer fics that I write are the last motivation I have to finish. So another change will be that my fix will probably be shorter one shots/ two or three parts instead of a whole series. I may also end up doing a lot of headcannons or imagines to help with writer's block.

Cod MW/MW2 has been my current infatuation, so expect a few more posts of that. Buckle up children cause we are going for a ride!

This post is a short little sweet fic about seeing konigs face for the first time. It’s simple and it’s SFW so I hope you guys enjoy it.

Tags: sfw, fluff, complements, just good ol brain rot.

Fic below the cut.

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It’s hard not to notice how hot it is.

The air conditioner on base wasn’t very good anyways, but you never noticed how significant it was until you no longer had any.

As you walked down the hall you could hear some of the newer recruits here at KorTac complaining. And to be honest, you couldn’t blame them. It was difficult to bite your tongue, but as a higher rank you had to pretend everything was alright despite the sweat parading down your neck and body. It was so sweltering even your eyes were dripping.

You brushed away as much as you could with your one free while you made your way towards your colonel’s office. Your captain had asked you to deliver a few documents as per usual, so you weren’t too bothered making the trip.

The colonel himself was an interesting character. And although you weren’t able to see the pleasure of him working out in the field, he was a usual participant in helping to train the troops. And oh boy, what a sight to behold.

Firstly the man is an absolute unit. He’s over a foot taller than you, (ignore that if ur a tall person xD)

He’s built like a tank, and works out with a giant black t-shirt on his head. He was always a sight to behold out on the training course, and most of all was a very kind and experienced leader. you definitely could understand how he earned his title. as quiet as he might pose himself to be, he was a skilled and brutal fighter.

And that’s why you're so intrigued as you strut to room 106. His room. You wonder how he’s faring with the heat, especially with that unusual getup of his. You even wondered if he would have it off. It’s unlikely, but the curiosity of what the colonel might look like under the mask had you that much more excited when you knocked on his door.

You heard a grunt of displeasure from behind the door, followed by a faint “come inside.”

You twisted the knob and pulled the door open revealing a pretty uneventful spectacle.

Colonel König sat behind his desk fiddling with some papers. The soft hum of a nearby fan could be heard in the background, and you noticed he was wearing the full getup- helmet and all.

He looked up to meet your eyes before ushering you further inside with a slight motion of his finger.

you find yourself trying hard not to stare as you hand him the paperwork.

“Captain said to give these to you. More files from the new recruits. He mentioned he would be out for the weekend so He said to let you know to give him a call to his personal cell if you needed anything in particular from him.” You relayed your message from the captain and was officially finished with your service.

A sigh fell from Königs lips before he spoke “Ah yes, I remember him intending to do such. Thank you Liefermädchen, have a hopefully cooler afternoon.” He noted before he looked back down to finish his work and you spun to exit the room.

You took a few steps but before you left you couldn’t contain your burning question… literally

“I’m sorry sir, but I just have to ask…” you squeak out as you flip back around to face him.

Konig looks up again from his work and this time you can tell he is intrigued just by his eyes. He brings his built arms up to his head and gives them a good stretch before crossing it behind his neck and placing one leg over the other.

“Alright, don’t leave me waiting. Shoot.” He’s now staring intensely at you, and you feel yourself begin to feel hyper aware of the sweat now dripping down your face from your hair and even your eyebrows. You’re sure glad you happened to choose to exclude makeup from your morning routine today. No doubt it would have melted off just standing here.

“Aren’t you hot under all of… well, that ?” You question as you wave your hand all over his makeshift sniper getup. “It is almost 40 degrees outside sir. And with no air conditioning to help alleviate things… well I can’t imagine you're quite comfortable.”

“I am aware of the situation we are under,” he remarks. Now uncomfortably shifting around in his seat, “ but I’m doing alright.” He fibs.

Your going to regret saying this later, but before you can stop it, it’s already squeezed itself between your lips,

“Bullshit.”

You try to pretend you didn’t just say that to your Colonel, but the shock is clearly present on your face.

This causes the man to burst out into deep bounds of laughter, causing him to let his legs fall back into place and to unfold his arms to clutch his stomach with joy.

“You are a hilarious and very brave Herzblatt” he bellows as his laughter dies out. “ You have caught me in my fib.” He takes a moment to stand up and shrug his large shoulders under the shirt. “I am quite warm…”

“Then why not take it off? You pose to him.

“People come to my office often. To take it off, means to risk someone seeing my face.” He motions to himself as he speaks and you struggle to understand what he means.

“So? Why would that matter?” You retort.

“I’m not sure I feel quite comfortable with people knowing what I look like. Kindness has not been in my favor when people had the pleasure of looking at me without my mask.” He says, making you finally understand.

“Are you afraid people will target your looks?” You tilt your head as you move slightly closer to where the Colonel stands. How saddening that is to hear. You wonder what Konig has had to endure in the past, and your heart yearns to help him overcome his insecurity.

He looks to the floor, obviously ignoring your question,

You take this as your opportunity to breach the distance between the two of you. And the conversation suddenly feels like a mother confronting her mistreated child.

“You are the colonel of this base.” Without regard to overstepping you place your hand on Königs left shoulder. “ it wouldn’t matter if your face was so hideous it turned people into stone sir. People will respect you regardless, you are a leader here, and a leader doesn’t need to have a pretty face to still be respected. And anyways, your face probably is perfectly handsome anyways. I’ve never met an insecure ugly person.” The last two bits were a little overboard but you made your point regardless.

He smiles under his mask with your words to him. He couldn’t believe you were giving him a chance to feel a little better about himself, plus the idea of finally being able to strip himself of his personal sauna would make his job a little bit easier.

“I don’t suppose you would take it off just for a little while? I’m sure it would help cool you down.” (That was a lie) nothing would cool either of you down without air conditioning in this sweltering heat.

König pauses for a moment, and he contemplates what unveiling himself to you would mean to him. suddenly, it feels much worse that you would be the first to see him. He knows you probably wouldn’t judge, but something about it being you that just made him feel…Flustered.

He wanted to say no, but before he could protest you pushed at him again, this time trailing your hand to the bottom of his mask and tugging on it gently.

“Please. Just in front of me? I promise I’ll play nice.”

That last sentence made his head spin. Were you flirting with him?

No.. you can’t be? Can you?

His heart began to speed up to a pace so quick, he worried you might be able to hear it pounding in his chest.

“Okay.” He affirmed, unclamping his helmet and pulling the hood off to reveal his balaclava.

You felt the anticipation begin to boil inside of you as he brought his hand to his hood and firmly pulled it off of his head, not giving himself any time to process that he was revealing his face to you.

When he finished pulling his head out and tossed his balaclava to the side with the rest of his gear, you can’t help but feel your jaw drop.

He was stunning.

His hair was brown and curly, and falling to his shoulders. His face was chiseled, and covered with rough stubble. He adorned battle scars like medals and his lips looked so supple and soft.

You couldn’t imagine why he felt the need to coward himself away under a mask for so long. He was beautiful.

Your silence must have begun to worry him, as you noticed he had broken eye contact and was looking towards his balaclava.

You quickly realized that and gained his attention with a tap to his shoulder. You both had forgotten you were still sitting your hand there.

“So how do I look?” He questioned nervously. And your words couldn’t have been more perfect to him.

“I think the temperature of the room just shot up a million more degrees.”

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An:

For all my visual learners here is my favorite depiction of what I believe Konig looks like under his mask. Of course all credits to the artist! (NOT MY ART) Please go to their post and like it. Also I’m not posting the actual picture to my post to respect the artist’s wishes of no reposts. Just go to the link stinkies and I will see what I mean okay-byeIloveyou!

https://www.tumblr.com/gildedskully/703578007597678592/face-reveal-i-just-think-hes-neat-rbs

(Please read)

Should I do a part 2 where things get a little… spicy?

I very well might. The temptation is greatly building in me.

Anyways for now that is all. I hope you're enjoying my newer writing style and are not disappointed in my branch out to other fandoms. As always I very much appreciate any support I get. It makes my day when I see people comment or like my posts. It’s unfathomable to me that people actually read my shit writing- 💀

Oh and, Btw if you have requested any fics from me I will get into writing those hopefully soon. I know my hiatus looked quite gloomy and long, but I’m back for now. Me taking long breaks is honestly just how I am as a person. I always come back though. Life gets busy, and I’m an adult so other adults understand the struggles of juggling jobs, life and hobbies. Even if I am gone my fics are still here for you to enjoy. Rather If that’s ten days from now or ten years, I hope you’ll enjoy them just the same.

Thank you.

-Elizabeth

[jotatetsuken]

Shyna’s Summer Commissions

When I was planning this, it was supposed to be spring commissions, looks like procrastination has kept me busy af xD /hj /lh

Slots: 1/10 (OPEN, will roll out again once I am done writing, and this will go until 31st August, 2023)

Anyway, so, as much as I don’t want to admit it, here’s what’s happening: I have an educational loan to pay; two in fact, and while my father and I have been paying them diligently, he’s just turned 64... and I want him to not work anymore, and enjoy his retirement, y’know? The problem: my IT job does not pay enough per month and we’re currently on talks on reworking the appraisal (as I received minimal increment this year). So, this is something I want to do to help alleviate financially.

I know I can’t work on a lot with a ton of WIPs that I have, so I will have 10 openings for now so that I don’t overwork myself, and I will keep doing so throughout this summer, which means this will get over by 31st August, 2023. I also have a goal on Ko-Fi incase you want to donate to that as well. In case you can’t pay, but still want to spread the word by reblogging, you are more than welcome to do so <3

Now for the rules:

Only available for those who are 18 and above. (which means if you are a minor, please DNI with this post, please)

Payments will have to be made through Ko-Fi and Paypal only. For those based in India, we can discuss other alternatives (Paytm, PhonePe, etc, else the usual.)

If you’d like a Canon x OC fic, I will need every info about the OC, the background, traits, backstory, abilities, etc. If it’s a reader insert, I will need the same, so that it will help me write better. Picrew/art references are also appreciated. I can also write selfship fics too.

For reader inserts, I will only write female readers, afab readers, and gn!readers (only for sfw commissions).

I am available to talk via Tumblr DM or Discord (the latter, if you are a mutual)

Only two revisions allowed.

The teen characters (Itadori, Megumi, Nobara, Asta, Yuno, Noelle, all the Blue Lock and KNB characters, Josuke, Okuyasu, etc) will be aged up or post timeskip (like Haikyuu).

Details under the cut (Minors DNI with the post):

Pricings: Because I am just starting out, I checked a couple of my mutuals who are commissioning too, and pricing will be based on word count: $1 for 100 words, and I will start out at a minimum of 500 words and a maximum of 2500 words (will increase my limit when I feel more comfortable writing longer fics).

$5 - 500 words, $10 - 1000 words, $15 - 1500 words, $20 - 2000 words, $25 - 2500 words.

Fandoms: Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure (current fixation haha), Haikyuu, Jujutsu Kaisen, Attack on Titan, Black Clover, Blue Lock (only the anime, haven’t read the manga yet), Kuroko no Basket

What can I write?: canon x oc, selfship, canon x f!reader/afab!reader/gn!reader (gn! only for sfw commissions), AUs (please specify the AU because I may not be familiar with everything), nsfw, dubcon, polyamory

What can I not write?: Stroheim (JJBA), Pucci in NSFW scenarios, certain kinks, characters other than the ones that I mentioned I will write

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[tka-trashfire]

I’m actually on break-of-sorts! There’s extra free time in my days, and I can do what I want with it! (Even better—after a couple days spent zombie-ing in front of a video game and tv shows—my brain even kinda wants to do things. How refreshing flsdafjsa;)

So! A fic author interview, which the lovely @lynne-monstr tagged me in half an age ago. :D

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

327, apparently. God knows how many have been let loose to swim in the sweetly-orphaned seas.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

863,428.

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

How Impolite, How Imprudent (The Walking Dead, Beth/Daryl) - 1,108 kudos.

Stripped (Death Note, Near/Mello) - 720 kudos.

let’s embrace the point of no return (Guardian, Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan) - 669 kudos.

Hoping's Free (The Walking Dead, Beth/Daryl/Rick) - 639 kudos.

The Married Ones (BBC Sherlock, Sherlock/Watson) - 625 kudos.

Mostly this is just… happening to write for popular ships sometimes, I think, rather than any reflection on the actual stories themselves.

Although, The Walking Dead ones were very much just posted at exactly the right point in time—AKA right when the folks who were gonna be reading Beth-centric stories were turning up to find it…and when there really weren’t many. I remember finding it really fun to write for that ship, in no small amount because it felt exactly like writing for my usual rarer pair stuff… but with bonus readers. XD

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

I always plan to. They make me so happy! Unfortunately, my brain makes replying to comments a whole lot more complicated than it actually is… meaning I put it aside for when I’ll have the energy/capacity… and then my executive dysfunction sneaks in and eats my good intentions for breakfast. ;;

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I don’t really write angsty endings very often. I guess… against the world? Probably? That’s pretty miserable through-and-through, and is definitely lacking my usually compulsive need to find a happy note to end on.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

…everything? XD

Honestly, my first thought was to crib off Lynne’s answer and say a story that goes real sad before it gets happy. But… that just makes me want to say my Reunion Dinner GaoQiao break-up fic (In the space of your leaving), except… I haven’t actually posted the final chapters for that yet. Meaning it’s happy ending is currently hypothetical, and it’s therefore disqualified from this category. 😂

In which case, I guess… maybe Hoping's Free, actually. I wouldn’t have thought of it, except that I was doing the sort-by-kudos thing, which made me look at it again. But it’s probably a better answer for this than my usual fluff, if only because it was written in this almost grimly hopeful tone that was very intentionally at odds with the canon I was writing from (TWD). (And was probably influenced by the fact I was sitting there writing a “pregnant at the end of the world” story whilst hugely pregnant myself, ha.)

7. Do you write crossovers?

As in, non-fusion crossovers? Where you have characters from both things interacting? Not really, to be honest. I used to, a fair bit, although I’m not sure I ever actually posted any of them. I just recently stumbled across some unfinished drafts for some Harry Potter x Bleach stuff, which was honestly fascinating to look at because I would not think of something like that now.

I do still write a bunch of fusion-style crossovers, though. Like, I’m plotting constantly plotting those bastard things. (Seriously, constantly: my poor SO cannot engage with a show or a video game with me without knowing that I’m probably sitting there thinking about where Qiao Yifan would fit into it jadlf;jasdfl.) Unfortunately, it’s just… a lot harder for me to actually finish those stories. Or sometimes, even to start them. They’re definitely one of those cases where I need to get much better at just… dropping my worldbuilding glee into a tumblr post or something, sigh.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Once. So very long ago that I don’t even remember what it was about, just that I had the sweetest group of friends who made it immediately less devastating for my rejection-sensitive ass (thereby saving me from quitting fandom not long after I had discovered it). <3

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

So much smut! Mostly the kind with a whole lotta feelings.

It’s not that I don’t write other things—I write so many other things—but smut comes with this bonus setting for me, where it’s just a hundred times simpler than anything else (especially when compared to anything that tries to grow Real Plot—see Question 7, so help me). And that just makes it wayyy easier to actually, y’know, write. And finish. And edit. And post.

(Not that sex can’t be complicated, or complex, because of course it can! But it’s still easier than so many other forms of human interaction, y’know? Or… maybe it’s just that sex is the perfect chill-switch for my brain, and that’s carried over into how I use it for writing, too? Who knows!)

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope. At least, not to my knowledge.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yesss, and it’s always exciting! Translators are the best. ♥!!

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

I’ve planned to! Life got in the way, alas.

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

What’s an all-time favourite anything, precious?

Whatever’s bouncing around in my head in the moment, generally. Although, that said, I do keep returning over and over and over to GaoQiao in a way that definitely should give it some kind of special status, so… there’s that. XD

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Hey, that’s quitter talk, Question 14. Anyway, everyone knows I’m trapped in a fandom until I’ve had all my WIPs wrung out of me. (That’s how it works, right? Right?)

More seriously, though, I… am not really sure. There are definitely some WIPs I am constantly thinking I should just give up on and post as partly fleshed-out outlines—because I love them, but I’m not sure I have the spoons to genuinely finish them.

Like, uh, haha, y’know—the insane FangWang fairytale-esque thing, the structure of which was very purposefully built off Propp’s functions (the, uh, narrative elements of a folk tale, per Propp’s Morphology of a Folk Tale stuff), because… I’m a raging nerd who re-falls down the folk tale rabbit hole at least once a year…? I do really love that fic, so very much, because there’s so much going on in it (actual witches! changelings and neurodiversity! Lin Jie baggage! FangWang being insufferable and wonderful and full of feelings! fae folk being terrible! fae folk being So Fucking Right! trials being passed! trials being failed! homely cooking, and magical needlework, and grumpy softhearted healers chopping firewood, oh my!) But also… there’s so fucking much going on in it, dear god.

It’s probably my best candidate for being flung up as a dot-point fic, but… I remain swimming in a sea of self-delusion, haha.

15. What are your writing strengths?

I think… I really like getting in the guts of things, when it comes to writing about characters as people-in-bodies. (Which… is a sentence I keep re-writing, but it’s not getting any less unhinged any time soon, so it can just stay there as-is.)

I really like that sense of grounding, anyway: of being grounded in skin and bones and body-connected feelings, which is… mildly hilarious considering—therapist noises intensify.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Executive dysfunction.

Uh. Yeah, so, I’m super bad at internalising that grammar exists for Reasons, and that those Reasons are that other people don’t necessarily think or read with the apparently weird rhythm that I do. And that means… y’know… that my own shit needs to confirm to at least a baseline of some kind or else it’ll become kinda unreadable. (I am getting better at it, I think. I am. It’s an endless project. Commas are my own personal hell.)

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I do kinda get why people might do this, because baby-me was pretty enamoured with it.

Now that I’m no longer Baby, however—at least, not when it comes to this—it’s not really something I would do. I’m also more likely to politely exit back out of stories that do choose to do it, although that’s mostly because it tends to be one of those markers that says Things about whether or not I’m going to jive with a story. (As a boring-ass adult with too little functional time on her hands.)

(On the other hand, I am deeply into terms of address/honorifics being kept and used. They can provide such a rich dose of information about intimacy, familiarity, and all the rest of it. That said, I tick-tock back and forth like a busted clock on whether I think they should be translated or not.)

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Animorphs, probably, although I didn’t know what a fandom was at that point. My first posted fic was for Stargate Atlantis.

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

I’m going to find a way to write that sedoretu Gao Yingjie/Fang Shiqian/Wang Jiexi/Qiao Yifan story if it fucking kills me.

(Also this random Gao Yingjie/Qiao Yifan & Su Mucheng/Wang Jiexi partner-swapping thing that’s been living rent-free in my head for literal years, but which has never actually been written down as anything more than a one line note. C’mon, story, get out of my head and onto some damn paper!)

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written

We play favourites in this house! Also… I’m just really bad at making those kinds of choices.

But—you know what? Fuck it, in the days this draft has been sitting here, I gotta say, I’ve kept thinking—probably the older the ginger (the spicier it gets). It’s peak rare pair, but I had such a blast writing it, and it’s one of those odd things I actually enjoy re-reading, too. <3

[wintergojo]

Hi this is my first ask ever so I'm not even sure if I'm doing this right hehe XD I really love your dad!gojo and baby seishi works! Could you maybe do one where baby seishi gets a cold and gojo and reader try their best to calm down since it's his first time getting sick? Thank you!

omg anon this was actually one of the things on my list of drabble ideas ^0^ i was so excited to write when i saw this! :DD and can i just say i feel honored to be the first one to receive ur ask and that u love my fics? 😭😭 and dw there's really no format for them :33 (aside from being polite hehe)

i’m also sorry this was mainly focused on fever instead of cold, it’s bc i read that colds in babies normally has fever as the symptom and the actual cold starts after 3 days (although i cut it short here) but i still hope u enjoy this! 😚😚

cold cold cold (dad!gojo x mom!reader)

tags: tbh idk what genre this is (hurt/comfort? angst? fluff? help me pls), slice of life, just bby gojo getting sick and his parents worrying, mentions of sickness, death

wc: 2.9k (what drabble)

navi

additional note: i was actually debating whether to write seishiro as 5 months old or 13 months, but i thought 5 months would be better since they would be very new dumb parents & seishi is kinda more vulnerable at that age bc his immune system's still weak (makes them more scared) hehe

how did it come to this?

yesterday seishiro was still his energetic 5-month-old self, actively attempting to roll around and lift his head as both his parents encouraged him on. he even had enough strength to try sitting up without any support.

yes, you and your husband took him outside in the middle of winter. but it was just for 20-30 minutes to get some fresh air on the balcony.

you both made sure he was wearing layers and layers of clothes to protect him from the cold and the wind. satoru even made sure your little baby was wearing the viridescent mitten maki gave, a cute tangerine-colored bonnett nobara gifted, a pink fluffy earmuffs given by yuuji, an indigo bootie chosen by megumi, and a very thick and warm baby blue blanket you spent your whole pregnancy knitting.

yet the next morning both of you were woken up at four a.m. by the crying sound of the boy, a drastic difference from how he usually wakes up at seven a.m. without any fuss. just a toothless smile showing his tongue and a little flailing upon seeing his parents hover their face over his bassinet.

since the cot was on your side, satoru allowed you to get the baby and was about to fall back asleep when he heard you curse under your breath upon checking seishiro.

the sorcerer instantly gets up and scoots over to your side, slowly getting filled with anxiety.

the room has no light in it except for the night lamp you turned on, but satoru could see the worry starting to brew in your eyes.

"i think he has a fever, 'toru. he feels hotter than usual. what do we do? what do we do? we haven’t learned anything about this, we couldn’t even attend parenting classes, we’re not prepared at all, what if… what if–" you started panicking, lifting the crying seishiro off the crib and holding him close to your chest as you tried to shush him.

your husband frantically moves his arms around the both of you, not knowing where to put his hands nor who to hold.

"deep breaths, baby. we read about this in parenting books, remember?"

"who cares about those stupid books?! just hurry up and tell me what to do. ohmygod ohmyg–” you were cut off by seishiro crying even louder, prompting you to shift your focus back on him and settle him into a more comfortable position. “shh, baby. i'm sorry. mama and dada are here, okay? don't cry."

satoru stills. racking his brain to try and remember the contents of the chapter 'my infant is sick for the first time and i'm a shitty parent, what's next?'

he can't.

his mind is filled with too many worrisome thoughts over the possible outcomes of his son's fever to even recall what he read.

your husband pulls himself back to reality. no. he needs to think of what to do now to help his wife and his little dumpling. he refuses to even think about how this could possibly end badly.

shoko.

“i’ll call shoko! she’ll know what to do.”

the father grabs his phone from the nightstand and swiftly dials the doctor. his former classmate will most likely shout at him for calling at this hour and frankly, satoru doesn’t really care. the promise of free booze will be enough to appease her.

he waits for her to pick up while nervously pacing around the room, eyes never leaving his normally docile son he’s never been so afraid to touch. the in-depth thermography his six eyes can see is more than enough for him to tell how high the boy’s temperature is from the color vermillion spreading through his little forehead to the bright orange hue in his neck; a contrast from his mother’s pale orange face and blue cheeks.

satoru flicks the room’s light switch on and turns up the thermostat. it doesn’t matter if he or you gets too hot, seishiro needs to sweat more.

shoko answers at the eight ring, her voice obviously laden with sleep. “it’s freaking four o’clock in the morning. what do you want?”

“seishiroissickandwedontknowwhattodotellushurryup.” he all but let out all at once, pacing faster as he anticipates shoko’s directions.

“huh? what did you say? and is that seishiro i hear crying in the background?”

your husband takes a deep breath. he’s letting his anxiety get the best of him.

“seishiro has a fever and he won’t stop crying. we don’t know what to do.”

the white-haired sorcerer hears some shuffling in the background and the click of a switch. “have you taken his temperature?”

“no. we kinda focused more on making him stop crying.”

shoko’s sigh makes its way to his ears before her instructions for satoru on what to do. the man intently listens, asking some questions in between and engraving every word his friend says to his brain.

when the call ends, he sees you looking at him with hopeful eyes. “what did she say?”

“shoko said we should check his temperature first. i'll get the rectal thermometer, honey. hold on for me, okay?" he leans closer to you and the boy in your arms before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

he then slowly raises his large hand to caress the back of seishiro's small head filled with little tufts of white hair and flinches upon feeling how warm and sweaty the 5-month-old is. he feels like he just touched a metal park bench in the middle of summer.

nevertheless, the father still presses his lips onto his son's forehead and mutters 'wait for dada, okay, dumpling?' in an attempt to soothe him before abruptly standing straight and darting his head around the dim room, trying to remember where you keep the rectal thermometer.

"we keep one in the bathroom's medicine cabinet!" he hears you urgently whisper-shout amidst your son's woes.

your husband instantly teleports into the ensuite bathroom in a hurry, not even bothering to walk. he comes back in less than a second and sees you gently laying seishiro on his back, slowly unzipping his furry snorlax onesie as you sing him lullabies you both know calms the baby down.

he recalls shoko's words. wipe the tip of the rectal thermometer with cotton and rubbing alcohol. make sure it's clean and dry.

the father's moves are swift and accurate, not permitting himself to make even one small mistake as he follows the doctor's instructions. put a small amount of lubricant on the tip. ("what kind of lubricant?") anything but butter. if you have petroleum jelly that'll do.

satoru dips his knee onto the bed while holding the newly cleaned thermometer and vaseline before tenderly stroking his son’s head as he joins you in singing. seishiro's cries were instantly reduced into light sobs, puffy cerulean irises instead focusing on his father as he calmed down.

you finish taking out the baby’s feet and hands from his clothes while your husband lightly dips his hand from the vaseline container to get a small amount of the product. without satoru telling you anything, you softly raise both of your son’s thick little legs together, exposing his bottom to the father.

just when he was about to insert the thermometer,  seishiro's cries once again resonate throughout the room, expression twisted in what looks like agony as he babbles and tries squirming his legs held up by his mother.

your husband effectively halts his own movements, hesitation visible in his eyes as his shaky hand continues hovering in front of your baby’s naked buttocks.

"you won't hurt him, 'toru. it's okay." your calm voice makes its way to him and he sees you gazing at him with eyes teeming with reassurance.

he takes a deep breath.

the sooner i get this done the faster my dumpling can feel better.

after that 4:00 a.m. what-to-do crisis, shoko sent both you and your husband a list on what to do and what not to do with your sick baby. one of the things on top was to give seishiro an acetaminophen to lower his temperature and pedialyte to avoid dehydration which—despite the abundance of all sorts of pain reliever medicine in your home—you do not have.

so at the crack of dawn in the middle of a snowy winter, your husband ran to the nearest pharmacy wearing his evergreen silk velvet pajamas and his 70,400 yen cream-colored gucci off the grid sandals to get probably everything the pharmacist recommended (judging by his baggage when he came back panting before dropping everything in bed) from medications to cooling patches to suppositories.

the doctor also said to bathe seishiro in lukewarm water and change him into lighter clothes (which you did, dressing him up in a short-sleeved romper) with a reminder to not bundle him up in blankets (you mentally note to give the doctor a generous gift when you see her), as well as to monitor his temperature regularly (which your husband did like a maniac, unbuttoning his son’s crotch every 30 minutes and sticking the thermometer to his backside to the point that you had to reprimand him).

you and satoru never left him alone, nor could you both manage to even be at least one meter away from him. right after his morning bath and giving him his fluids, you lulled seishiro back to sleep right in the middle of you and your husband as you watched him the whole time, monitoring the slumbering baby for any signs of discomfort.

when his lunch time came, the generally big-eater seishiro refused to drink your boobie milk nor the baby formula when he was so eager to suck in the morning (satoru was very jealous). shoko said it was normal for him to lose appetite and not force him to eat but still, you couldn’t help but worry.

“baby?” you hear your husband’s wary tone call you out from the living room while you’re chopping some carrots. you turn to your back and try your best to peek on the kitchen’s cased opening to get a look at your husband crouching down in front of seishiro lying on the couch. “what is it, ‘toru?”

his voice was still cautious when he responded, “i think our dumpling’s getting sick again?”

you dropped the knife, rushing to satoru’s side before crouching down as you touch your baby’s forehead. he wasn’t as warm as he was roughly eight hours ago although there’s some clear snot dripping down his nose. he’s looking at the both of you with cerulean eyes full of contempt, as if he absolutely hates his parents for taking him outside yesterday and putting him in his current misery.

"why does our son look like that?" the man on your left asks, slowly raising his hands to get the 5-month-old's mucus with his fingers and wiping them on your apron (you don't notice). seishiro glares at him even more upon seeing what his father did.

you answer his query with another question, "you think he hates us?" you too then lifted your hand before straightening your index and folding the other four. at this, your baby’s frown instantly smoothened, transforming into his usual smiling face as he raised his small appendaged and held the finger in his still-warm fist.

your husband hummed. “i don’t think so,” he tried copying what you just did, but seishiro just looked at his father with disdain and tightened his hold on your finger. satoru pouted and dejectedly muttered, “probably just his dada.”

you lovingly caress the man’s back in comfort before sighing and wiping another blob of mucus dripping from your baby’s nose. “i think he has a cold now,” you sigh as you continue, nuzzling your face into your husband’s neck and whispering, “i don’t know what to do anymore. i’m getting so worried about him…”

your baby seemed to have heard and understood your words, judging by his tiny little hand gripping your index with a little more force and a whimper falling out of his lips. his teary eyes became focused on his mother as the corners of his mouth turned down and his eyebrow furrowed. he also started babbling aggressively.

satoru rests his chin above your head, wrapping his right arm around your form before moving his hand up and down your torso. "i'll call shoko again, baby. it doesn't seem bad this time."

"thank you, 'toru. i'm going back to the kitchen." you give him a peck on his cheek before raising yourself a little and bending over your baby who still refuses to let your finger go. "mama's going to cook, okay? dada will take care of seishi."

over your son's nine day of sickness, you and your husband acted like freaks continually obsessing over your baby. you were two nervous first-time parents riddled with anxiety, fearing for the countless possible outcomes of his sickness, especially the worst of them all—death.

you remember clearly how terrified you were on the first day, when seishiro's fever was 38.8°C and he was hot and fussy and obviously in pain. you were so, so scared. you were sure your husband was too.

seishiro was back on his bassinet located at the side of your bed, asleep after all the ruckus that occurred at the break of dawn. your husband was sitting on the edge of the bed, intently observing him; his six eyes pushing themselves over the limit as he traced every surface of his dumpling's face and body for any unusual signs.

you on the other hand was inside the crib, lying on your side with your upper arm flat on the mattress, head resting on your upper arm. your left hand was softly caressing the boy's smooth warm face, hoping it would keep him calm until his usual wake up time. you wanted to hug him so badly, to let your little child sleep comfortably and safely on your chest, to hold him safe and sound until you were sure he was fine (you were doing your best to restrain yourself as it might be dangerous for babies to not sleep on their back).

your little seishiro was so, so precious. you’d give your life for his safety.

“babyy, go back here and rest. we have a long day later," you hear your husband whisper as he patted the mattress, before he sat up and walked over to your side to plant a kiss on your forehead. he continued hovering over the crib, large hand caressing your face just like what you were doing to your son.

you relax in his touch, eyes closing as you enjoy his loving touch, "i'm fine, 'toru. you sleep. i'll watch our baby."

satoru sighs, bending over the cot to lift you up bridal style. "no can do, my lovely wife. just leave our baby to me! i promise i'll wake you up if something's wrong."

when your husband laid you down on the bed, you gripped his pajamas and voiced out what you had been feeling since you touched seishiro two hours ago.

"i'm scared, satoru." your voice was merely a whisper, you wouldn't be surprised if your husband didn't hear it.

but of course he did. he always does. whether you shout, talk, whisper, or say nothing at all, satoru will always work his eardrums over the edge listening to everything you had to say.

he pulled you closer to his muscular chest and rested his chin on the top of your head, hands running back and forth to your spine comfortingly. "i know, baby. i know."

hot tears started to uncontrollably stream down your cheeks, instantly drenching your husband's 200,200 yen olivia von halle pajama shirt as you securely wrapped your arms around his waist. “i am so, so scared.”

and now, after countless sleepless nights combined with your son’s wailing and trash bags full of used wet wipes, your baby is back on the balcony basking in the warmth and sunlight the early morning offers.

his father stabilizes him as he tries sitting on the man’s lap, flailing his hands excitedly and looking up at satoru with wide expectant eyes when he succeeds (though your husband still has both of his hands at the boy’s back as a support). the older man gasps. “you can sit now, huh? last week you were just trying to roll. you’re growing up fast, aren’t you? hm? who do you take after? is it dada? or is it mama?”

seishiro babbles in response and satoru nods repeatedly as if in agreement. “that’s right, dumpling. you take after dada, don’t you?”

the glass window opens, and your form holding a tray full of food and baby formula comes into view. “don’t twist his words, ‘toru. our son said he takes after his mama,” you placed the wood onto the table and sat at your husband’s side, lifting the baby off his father’s lap and cradling him into your chest, “isn’t that right, hmm, baby?”

your son’s face contorted for a moment, taking his momentum to adorably sneeze before babbling excitedly at his mother.

you and your husband froze, heads turning to stare at each other as you both rack your brains.

“we really shouldn’t have taken him outside.”

ps. idk what happened but i was actually planning for this to be fluffy 😭😭 it kinda got all sentimental

thank you so much for reading!! 😚 interactions and reblogs are highly appreciated <33

[nctstar]

(un) blocked

yongie ♡ hi sweetie. coming tomorrow?

pairing: boyfriend!taeyong x fem!reader

other members: mention of nct and doyoung 

word count: 2.2k

genre: romance, angst, fluff

warnings: reader’s mental health is not great, mention of the vaccine once 

disclaimer: this is a fanfiction purely from my imagination. I do not know the nct members and do not claim that they act like this in real life. I also do not condone any of the activity by any of the characters in this fic.

a/n: this has been in my drafts for ages just because I wrote this when I was really upset, so it’s just really self-indulgent :) I hope you like it anyway <3 Also, if you’ve been feeling like the reader lately I truly feel you and have so much love for you. My dms are always open if you want to talk. 

You thanked your driver before stepping out of the Uber, the cold wind brushing your face and your bare calves under your black midi dress, a reminder of where you were headed.

Date night.

You hadn’t been here for a while. For the past month, you were busy madly studying for finals, while he was busy with countless schedules. Top that with a generous bout of exhaustion from the both of you, and it was inevitable that neither of you would object to postponing week after week.  

But then your eyes travelled to Taeyong’s door, the steps leading up to it, the dying pot of flowers underneath the front room window, and a small flame of guilt lit up inside you, threatening to expand and overtake you as you remembered the conversation you had last night with Taeyong.

yongie ♡ hi sweetie. coming tomorrow?

You wouldn’t have noticed the message if it wasn’t for the fact that your phone lit up when he sent it, your notifications on for him and your parents only. The light broke through the darkness you were in, momentarily breaking you out of your restless nap. Lifting your head off the ground, you became aware of the myriad of tissues around you, the wet hem of the collar of your pajama top and the earbuds that had escaped your ears and were now digging into your stomach painfully. The reality of your situation came to light, and the emotions flooded through you, mercilessly, painfully. You tried to ignore them as best you could, telling yourself he deserved better.

you su

You stopped typing your response to rub your palm against your eyes, the welled-up tears blurring your vision horribly. You slapped your hand against your leg and pushed down, wanting to scream out. But the world was silent, and you had no right to disrupt that.

you of course! see you tomorrow baby

You felt pathetic. You knew that wasn’t enough. Scrolling up, amongst the few snaps you had sent him that he had replied to, ‘stunning’ ‘beautiful’ ‘gorgeous girl’, and the few he had sent of him and his bandmates that you had replied to, ‘cuties!’ ‘hahaha tell haechan thanks for making me laugh today <3’, there was an entire conversation. Your heart hurt at the sight of it, but you didn’t know whether you were happy or sad.

yongie ♡ owie I just got the booster shot and practiced too hard and now it huuurts ☹

you oh I’m sorry yongie ☹

yongie ♡ then kiss it better

you haha omg aren’t you busy rn though! :D

yongie ♡ don’t care. we haven’t seen each other in too long, I miss you

you I always miss you. but we both have stuff tomorrow, we can’t spend time with each other

you not right now anyway

you I mean unless

you you ditch your stuff and come watch me study XD

yongie ♡ not saying no to that. Let’s see how much you can study 😉

you you have no shame

yongie ♡ but you like me like that

yongie ♡ don’t you?

you wow what a charmer

you let’s see how much of that was all talk then

yongie ♡ deal. I’ll be 20 minutes max.

You couldn’t even finish reading, let alone send your reply.

yongie ♡ are you okay?

And there it was. Those three words that felt like a knife to the heart. You began to cry, this time forcing the tears out. A few drops fell onto the screen. Your hands shook. But you lied anyway.

you yeah. sorry, I was sleeping. Of course, I’ll be there, baby <3

You typed and retyped the heart a lot of times before deciding to send it. You tried to fool him like you fooled everyone else in your life – tired of opening up, explaining, only for people to not care.

He wasn’t convinced.

yongie ♡ you’ve just seemed a bit off lately.

Geez. It’s like he was watching you.

Before you could type in protest, he continued.

yongie ♡ you seem to have stopped opening up, love. you know you need to tell me if you’re upset. I want to help you, __.

Seeing your name made you want to throw up all of a sudden. You felt naked, exposed. And then you did a horrible thing.

You blocked him.

Taeyong opened the door before you could compose yourself, and your body felt like it was on a train that stopped suddenly. Thrown off guard randomly, with no way to stop you from stumbling, falling. And fall you did all over again every time you saw him standing there in the doorway.

He was truly so beautiful. His dark eyes stared back into you with something like excitement and love at the same time, and you wanted to melt into the ground like a wax candle. The stripy apron you’d seen about a million times before, wrapped around his body like an unbroken promise. The skin of his hands gleaming as he brought them together, and you remembered the times you had cradled them in yours.

You wondered why you were so quick to throw away something like that.

“I knew you’d come, baby. Hurry inside, it’s cold.”

So that’s what he was doing. Pretending like you didn’t just do that last night. You felt a false sense of relief, your brain running hot like your brother’s laptop as he played video games for hours. You realised you hadn’t thought this through at all.

Somehow you made it to dinner without a word. Your body bathed in the dim lights of his kitchen, you watched the ghost of you, dancing, smiling, laughing. Him bringing a spoon to your lips as you blew and tasted it. Kissing him, letting him drag your waist towards his. You two put made-up romance in movies to shame.

“I hope you like it. I made your favourite.”

It was your favourite. And because you were done being completely shameless, you opened your mouth to thank him when you heard it. That song.

“What’s your favourite song by us?”

“First of all, which unit, title track or b-side, and from what album?”

He laughed. “You are too silly. Fine, um,” he watched a few people go past the both of you, “the song you’ve been listening to the most recently.”

You itched to take out your playlist, but your brain worked fast. “Probably White Night. I love that song. And I watched the performance a few days ago and I must say, that Taeyong guy is quite the looker.”

He only smiled, which surprised you at the time. He stared at you for a while, and you remember you had awkwardly shied your eyes away, not knowing what was going on. “I really like that part too,” you tried to continue in hopes he would stop staring you down like that. “your face, your skin, your voice. Your part. I like the way you sing that part. It’s very pretty.”

Even though Taeyong was no longer staring, your cheeks flushed, suddenly aware of the distance, or lack thereof, between you two. You glance to your side carefully, noticing his faraway gaze on his lips. He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, and you felt the skin where his fingers brushed burn up. He leant in, and you closed your eyes in anticipation.

This time you closed your eyes to stop them from welling up. Blinking them open, you finally got the courage to look him in the eye, and your walls slipped just the slightest. “I-It’s that song. You remembered.”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I remember that day?” He smiled, poking at his plate of food.

“People don’t really seem to remember nowadays.”

And there it was.

“What do you mean? Are you upset with me?”

“No, not you. Never you.” Your voice was barely a decibel above a whisper but even he could hear the way your voice struggled on the never. “It’s just that,” you breathe out, and you couldn’t feel yourself breathe in again.

“Sweetie, look at me.”

You couldn’t help it. The tears came slowly, running down your face. Right eye first, then left. Stinging because of the makeup. You quickly flicked them away, praying he didn’t see something that was happening right in front of him.

He remained silent, but for once, you did not.

“I am so, so, so tired, Taeyong.” You felt something in you rush out all at once, like wild animals escaping after years of captivity. “I feel so overwhelmed, and lost, and confused. University is so hard, I can’t find work, and I only have one friend. That one friend talks to me all the time but I just can’t open up to her.”

You decided by then it was too late to save face, so you heaved in a huge sob.

“My childhood friends are closer to the friends they made in university than me. And that hurts me so much. That I’m their second choice. But I know it’s not their fault. I feel myself distancing from them every day, but I just can’t stop it.”

A tiny voice inside you screams, enough, enough, but you keep going. You know from nights spent crying for hours, mornings lying in bed feeling completely empty, walks you take with no direction or sense of time, that once you start, you cannot stop.

“Everyone asks me how I am, but they don’t care enough to listen to the answer. They don’t pick up on the signs. I don’t feel special or noticed anymore. I just feel so unlovable and alone. Everyone’s moved on with their own lives, leaving me behind. And I know this all sounds silly because,” your eyes found comfort in Taeyong’s soulful ones, “I have you.”

He’s stunned, understandably so. But he doesn’t remain silent.

“I’m so, so sorry, love.” You couldn’t remember when he had reached out, but you felt your hand in his. “It’s okay to feel that way, you know? People can feel lonely with heaps of people around them. Trust me, I know that feeling.”

You nodded, sniffling. “I just don’t know why it upsets me so much.”

“Maybe because you value deep connections. You need that to feel loved. And maybe you’ve been bottling it up for so long it just hurts more and more every day. I’m sorry that you didn’t feel safe enough to share that with anyone.”

“I mean,” you reached for a tissue and he pushed the box forward for you, “not anymore.” You laughed emptily.

Feeling the warmth of his hand, you became aware of the way your long nails were digging into this palm. You retracted immediately. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise.”

“There’s no need to apologise, love. Especially not for opening up.” You found the courage to look directly at Taeyong, and for a moment you felt your chest opening up, your heartbeat wiring down, your muscles un-tense under the glow of his reassuring gaze. For a second, everything felt good. Okay.

“Thank you.”

“That’s no problem. Do you want to use the bathroom, or do something else?”

“Well, I want to eat Taeyong’s cooking.” You let yourself breathe, chuckle gently. Taeyong smiled, looking embarrassed. “I have a confession to make. This is all Doyoung. I messed up the first time.”

This time you laughed for real, and the room no longer felt as heavy as it did before. “I’m flattered that not one, but two men were involved in date night.”

The smile that radiated across Taeyong’s perfect features was something that filled you with intense joy, and you remember thinking that you wanted to store it somewhere, in your pocket or in the small crevices of your locket so that you could capture that feeling forever.

It’s not like he was a cure, or that he solved your problems in any way. You knew that no one was capable of that but you, or, by some miracle that would shoot down from the sky. But you were glad he was always there, just him, his eyes seeing you – the real you without the weight of expectations that everyone else had placed on your already weary back. Making you tense and pull away even at the gentlest caress. You had many nights like the one that made you block Taeyong, but you also had many date nights like the one that had just passed.

“I’ve always wanted to ask,” you leant your head against Taeyong’s shoulder, “why do you keep that pot plant? It’s basically dead.”

“It’s not, love. It’s still alive. I water it when I can.”

You shuffled your head up to face him again. You could see the moonlight dancing across the ridge of his nose. “But why?”

He shrugged, looking out into the distance. “I just do.”

You were glad you had someone like Taeyong to even want to block in the first place. Someone who waters half-dead plants, someone who calls his best friend when he’s burnt his girlfriend’s food for date night. Someone who remembers the little things like the way your eyes light up when you talk about your favourite song, the way your hair falls across your face, the way you look before you finally burst into tears.

Someone you could never block in real life.

[ghoulgirlwrites]

For the fanfic asks - 4, 7, 13, 52, 64? (a lot, I know, I'm greedy and nosy XD)

No, I love it, pls be greedy and nosy!

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4. what is the plot bunny you’ve been carrying for the longest? optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven’t written it yet and experience deep existential dread?

Hmmmmm, for drabbles, probably Frank Iero x Reader with DILF Frank where Y/N is in her mid-20′s and he wants to date her, but he’s worried about the age difference and he’s just so good and soft. For chaptered fics, I had this idea kinda inspired by 17 Again where the two mains get in a car crash bc they’re arguing and the main guy goes back in time to their high school days when they first got together and has the chance to prevent the accident from happening (it’s from a fandom I don’t really write for anymore, I’d rather not say what)

And not really, I just mood-write and try to follow my feels I guess

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7. tell us about the plot of the first fanfic you ever wrote

No one judge me but I wrote a Harry x Ginny fic where someone used the Imperius Curse on Harry at work and he came home and started picking a fighr with Ginny and that’s how she figured out something was wrong (I was like 11, and I forgot that the Imperius Curse didn’t work on Harry in the books, just go with it)

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13. talk about a writing experience that has pleasantly surprised you

Not to toot my own horn but I’m actually a published poet and my hairdresser bought my book when it first came out and kept it at her station so people could read it. One day, I was there getting my hair done and my ex-best-friend-turned-frienemy came over (because she worked at the front desk) and started gushing about how good my book was. That was definitely surreal and unexpected

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52. how many unfinished ideas/stories are you working on at the same time?

It really depends. I can’t seem to juggle more than one chaptered fic at a time, and anyway, these days I feel like I don’t have the energy/level of commitment for chaptered fics. For drabbles, I’m usually actively working on two at a time at most, but if I’ll keep other ideas in the back of my mind and occasionally jot down lines of dialogue/scene ideas if I think of something

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64. what is your favorite title for a fic you’ve read 

“Frank Iero On the Stage, Who Will He Injure” is absolutely unforgettable (shoutout to @robinrunsfiction for that literary treasure)

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Thank you! <3

[lunaverseimagine]

Didn’t Think You’d Remember

Prompt: I don’t know if you remember me

Pairing: Ron x Reader

Summary: Reader has been thinking about Ron ever since she first saw him in Diagon Alley. Now that she’s finally made the quidditch team for her house, will he notice her? (Note: y/h = your house, reader not in Gryffindor)

Warnings: None? (Unless - spoiler - kissing counts? xD )

Word count: 1.9k

Fic:

You jumped up and down, muddy, soaking wet, and absolutely ecstatic. You couldn’t wait to tell your friends - you’d just been selected as a Y/h chaser! You had tried out for the team every year, never losing hope, practising whenever you could. Being on a quidditch team had been your dream ever since you found out what the word ‘quidditch’ meant, and you couldn’t believe your hard work had finally paid off; you were in fifth year and you’d made it!

Your team’s practises began the very next day. They were gruelling, tiring, and everything you had hoped for. Apparently training was even harder than it would normally be this time of year, because your captain wanted you to be prepared for your first match - which was against Gryffindor. When you’d found out who the new Gryffindor keeper was, you couldn’t help the mix of excitement and nerves that danced in your stomach.

The first time you saw him was in Diagon Alley before your first year at Hogwarts. As a muggle-born, you were absolutely awestruck by everything around you. The first thing you did was have your muggle money exchanged for wizard money by a goblin... goblin! To be honest the creatures had creeped you out a bit, and they still do, but you soon got over that when you started exploring all the magical shops. Even the seemingly mundane items, like your History of Magic book, absolutely intrigued you, and you were sure that you were walking around with your mouth hanging open the whole afternoon.

Of particular interest to you were the wizarding families - it was obvious who had grown up around magic and who hadn’t. For one thing, the wizarding families were all wearing quite peculiar clothes, and for another, they were looking at the whacky shops as though they were as normal as a Greggs or a WHSmith. It was when you neared Ollivander’s, where you’d been advised to get your wand, that you saw several redheads, obviously witches and wizards, chatting and laughing outside. You politely squeezed past them to get inside the shop where you saw another two redheads - a boy about your age, and a short, kind-faced woman whom you guessed was his mother. The boy was flicking a wand in the air with a look of determination that you found endearing. Eventually Mr Ollivander gestured for the wand back - it didn’t seem to be doing anything - and the boy glanced over at you with a shy, slightly embarrassed smile. When he was handed the next wand he did the same flicking motion, but this time you saw a glimmer all around his body that looked.. well, magical. The cutest smile you’d ever seen lit up his whole face, although it dimmed a bit when his mum tipped the minimal contents of her purse onto the counter and had just enough coins to buy the wand.

Since then, you’d heard of Ron’s endeavours throughout the years at Hogwarts: that game of wizard’s chess in first year where he nearly died, going into the chamber of secrets in second to year to save his sister who nearly died, that mysterious event in third year where he broke his leg and probably nearly died, and let’s not forget fourth year where he was one of the four treasures in the bottom of the lake to be found in the second task of the Triwizard Tournament (although you don’t think he nearly died that time). And let’s not forget flying his car to school - you knew it was reckless, but at the same time you admired the courage and resourcefulness, and feared that he would be expelled. You were so relieved to see him wolfing down breakfast in the Great Hall the next day.

Despite your attentiveness to activities, you were sure he’d never noticed you. There was the occasional shared smile in the corridor or in classes that you had together, but you thought that was more out of politeness than any specific feeling towards you.

All that was going to change though - he was bound to notice you in a few weeks’ time because you would be trying to get the quaffle through the very hoops that he would be defending. You felt the butterflies in your stomach again.

--

The day of the match had finally arrived. Your training had been absolutely brutal but you were grateful, because at least now you felt a little prepared. After a quick pep talk in the changing rooms, you followed your captain onto the pitch to loud cheers coming from the stands. The Gryffindor team were approaching the centre where Madam Hooch stood, and as you neared them you could’ve sworn Ron shot a smile in your direction. You brushed it off - he was probably just being friendly before the game.

The captains shook hands and Hooch’s whistle sounded. Thoughts of Ron immediately disappeared from your mind as you focussed on trying to gain possession of the quaffle. You didn’t have to wait long - thanks to a bludger heading towards the Gryffindor chaser the ball had been dropped, and you were perfectly poised to catch it. You flew straight for the hoops, feeling the wind rush through your hair, checking around you for any bludgers or players who might compromise your flight. Surprisingly it was smooth sailing to the posts, and you found yourself face to face with him. You shot Ron a cheeky smile - you were always most confident when on your broom - and faked a throw into the right hoop which successfully fooled Ron and allowed you to score through the centre. You heard the stadium erupt with cheers.

Ron had a shocked expression on his face, like he hadn’t quite comprehended what had just happened, and you gave him a wink before flying a celebratory lap of the pitch.

During the rest of the match you had four more attempts at a goal: two successful and two blocked. In the end it was Harry who caught the snitch, leading inevitably to a Gryffindor win, but you were in good spirits regardless. Three goals scored in your first proper match! You’d talked your parents’ ears off about quidditch, and while they still didn’t quite understand the concept (“Why is it 150 points for the snitch? Isn’t that a bit much?”) you knew they’d be delighted to read the letter you were going to send later telling them about your goals.

--

There was a brilliant feast in the Great Hall that evening to celebrate the first match of the season. You took great pleasure in eating one of every type of food that was laid out before you. Your appetite was a force to be reckoned with and your friends always seemed quite impressed at how much you managed to eat every meal time.

As you were making your way through a delicious pumpkin pie, you noticed your friends looking at something behind you. Turning, you saw a familiar face.

“Y/n,” Ron smiled at you. You were surprised that he knew your name, but hoped you’d managed to keep the shock off your face. “Mind if I take a seat?” The people on your left had already scooted along the bench to give him room.

“Of course,” you smiled back, trying to suppress the butterflies that had once again made themselves at home in your stomach.

“Well played today,” he complimented you as he helped himself to a generous serving of chocolate eclairs. If any student in Hogwarts had an appetite to rival yours, it would be Ron.

“Thanks,” you said breezily, hoping he wouldn’t see the blush in your cheeks, “you too.” You busied yourself with finishing off your dessert while Ron spoke to the other people on your table. They seemed very happy to engage in conversation - it appeared it wasn’t just you who thought highly of him. You loved how friendly and open to conversation he was, even with non-Gryffindors. When you’d both finished your food and the hall started emptying, Ron asked if you’d like to walk around the grounds with him. You tried not to agree too quickly.

--

There was an autumn chill in the air but at least it wasn’t raining - not that any weather would stop you from spending time with Ron (who knew your name! and wanted to spend time with you!). You hugged your cloak around you and listened intently to Ron talking about his favourite quidditch team, the Chudley Cannons, who just so happened to be your favourite team too.

You’d just finished discussing which Cannons chaser you thought had had the best season when you reached the edge of the lake. You both stopped walking and took a moment to just look at each other. His eyes wore a soft expression, and his hair was slightly ruffled from the breeze, which made him look more adorable than usual. 

“To be honest, I didn’t think you remembered me.” You said quite suddenly, not even knowing yourself that you were going to speak.

“I’ve been thinking about you since I saw you in Ollivanders,” Ron spoke gently, his voice barely above a whisper. “You- you didn’t look put off when you saw my Mum emptying… Well anyway, I thought you seemed really decent.”

You couldn’t help but smile at Ron using ‘decent’ as a flirtatious - is that what it was? - word.

“Anyone who cares about that isn’t worth your time,” you replied adamantly, “especially with all the amazing stuff you’ve done over the years.” Now it was Ron’s turn to blush.

“I haven’t really done anything, Hermione’s the brains and Harry’s done all the hard stuff, I just, sort of, tag along.” Is that really what he thought of himself? 

You reached for his hand, your fingers brushing his. He didn’t pull away, so you took his hand in yours and looked straight at him with an earnest expression on your face. “I bet Harry wouldn’t have been able to do half that stuff without you by his side, without your courage giving him strength.”

Ron searched your eyes, trying to work out if you really meant what you were saying. He seemed satisfied with what he saw, because the next thing you knew he was lowering his face towards yours. He paused, barely a centimetre away, as if waiting for consent. You happily obliged, closing the rest of the distance between you.

The butterflies turned into fireworks. You ran your hands through his hair - you’ve been wanting to do that for so long - and it was just as soft as you’d imagined. You gave it a gentle tug and he let out a quiet moan, grazing his teeth against your bottom lip. You pressed your body against his, revelling in the feeling of being so close, of being one, with this boy you’d been thinking about since you were 11. His hands were on your waist, holding you tightly, and you knew that he’d been thinking about you for a while too. You’d only had one proper conversation with Ron, but your lips were so in tune with his that it was as though you’d been doing this forever.

Eventually you came apart, your heavy breaths mingling in the small space between you.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” you remarked. 

With his forehead touching yours, Ron grinned at you and said, ���Y/n, that was bloody brilliant.”

End

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed :3 Please feel free to send imagine requests to my ask, and if you liked this please lmk by liking/reblogging/following (it’s super encouraging!)

[faeriexqueen]

Fanfic Ask Game - 💖🖊 👀

Aaaa, thank you for these! <3 💖 What do you like most about your own writing?

I know always complain about writing long things, but I do like that I’ve gotten to where I write lengthier pieces and have been able to get more solid at worldbuilding. I think because growing up and reading fanfiction, I always desperately was looking for lengthier fics to read - I really like exploring not just the central characters, but supporting characters and the whole universe as well. I think I do a decent job of this, and I definitely like it when I read back through things and that it all flows like a move I can visualize - but, this is only my perception so I still try to keep improving to make it smoother so hopefully readers feel similarly. ^^;;

👀 Do you have any WIPs that you would never let see the light of day? If yes, what are they about?

Yes. >___> And they shall not see the light for the day for a reason. XD The ones that I would fight to keep in the dark are honestly just heavier in the kink area and I haven’t mustered up the bravery to share them. Doesn’t mean it won’t happen one day, but for now I’m not posting them to my AO3. >.> There are also some fics that may never see the light of day simply because I don’t know if I realistically can get to them all. One is an amnesia AU for Kanda and Alma, but who knows when I’ll get to that one - and another involves a marriage proposal. There’s also a fic I started that’s a darker content one for Tyki x Alma involving a lot of trauma and recovery, but because it’s so heavy to write I don’t know if I’ll ever get back to it. (Though maybe I will one day?) I also have two (yes, two) Alice in Wonderland AUs started that focus on Alma. It’s more just for personal self-indulgence but maybe one day I’ll share one. :3

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

Below, I have an (unedited) excerpt for a mermaid AU I’m beginning for D. Gray-Man RarePair Week - the pairing is (surprise) Tyki x Alma, though Allen makes an appearance in the story. ;3 This is completely subject to change since I only started writing last night, but I'm enjoying it so far! The boat rocked against the waves, foam crashing against the hull before it dissolved back into the sea. Wood creaked as the ship swayed, the wind strong as it carried the ship farther out into the waters, away from the safety of shore where the mainland was barely visible against the horizon. Tyki looked back, the sight of land nearly nonexistent. He couldn’t even tell if he was seeing it anymore, the darkness of night overwhelming. A starless sky stretched again, black and moonless as clouds loomed low. He leaned against the railing of the main deck. A chill lingered in the air, though he ignored it, fingers slipping the cigarette from his lips as he exhaled slowly, the bitterly sweet nicotine mixing with the salty air on his tongue. “You think we’ll catch one?” Tyki’s ears perked, catching the conversation. His amber eyes glanced over as he spotted two of the crewmen. They were middle aged, a bit rough looking – but spoke in low, uneasy voices. “I don’t know,” one of the men said – a tall, burly one with dark, greasy hair. “Don’t really care. We got paid upfront so it doesn’t matter if we catch one or not.” The other man appeared uneasy – this one with auburn hair and a thinner build. “I hear they look weird.” He shuddered, almost as though something slimy had crawled across his skin. “This guy I knew once said he saw one – couldn’t sleep for months after.” Tyki snorted softly. “Better hope we don’t see one, then.” The two crewmen looked over, caught off guard by the comment. Their scowls deepened, though they didn’t say anything, hurrying off to another area of the deck. Tyki turned back to the sea, looking out as he leaned on the railing. He brought the cigarette back to his lips as he took another drag, his dark curls swaying in the breeze. “You should be careful around some of the guys here.” Tyki looked over, bored curiosity getting the better of him. He spotted a young man – or boy? Teenager, at least. He was of a slim stature with pale skin, hair shockingly white even in the darkness of night. A strange scar cut down the left side of his face, contrasting sharply against the boy’s silver eyes. The boy approached him. He placed a hand on the railing as he glanced behind Tyki, where the other crewmen had gone. “Some of the guys here tend to cause a lot of trouble – you never know what’s going to set them off.” Tyki’s eyebrow arched. However, a smirk tugged at his lips, eyes glinting with amusement. “That’s interesting coming from you, boy. Aren’t you a bit young to be out here? Didn’t think you’d have such expertise.” The boy shrugged, unfazed. “I’ve seen enough to know.” “Is that so?” Tyki tapped his cigarette against the railing, several ash buds falling down into the waves, seafoam salt white as it crashed against the ship. “So, tell me, boy – you do jobs like this often?” The boy didn’t say anything at first, his gaze flashing to Tyki. “My name’s Allen,” he said, before continuing. “And never out here. Couldn’t really turn down the money.”

Fanfiction Ask Meme.

[kitkatwinchester]

Happy FFWF! 💗 Which of your fics has been the most self indulgent to write? Feel free to let us know why :)

Happy FFWF!

Well, first of all, almost all of my fics are self-indulgent in some way, 'cause that's what writing is all about for me. XD

That said, though, I'd have to say that the most self-indulgent one is definitely The Diamond Girl. I started that story with the expectation that very little people would be interested--an OC story written from first person POV? I'm lucky I have readers. XD--but I wanted to do it anyways, completely for myself, and if people happened to read it along the way, awesome.

This is gonna get really long, but I want to explain why this one is so self-indulgent.

The story started as a role play with one of my (now ex-) friends in high school. We'd started watching X-Men: Evolution together, and since she knew I was a writer, she asked if I wanted to create a character to insert into the show and do a role play for. Given my love of sibling relationships, I created Olivia Summers, Scott and Alex's younger sister, and I tried to include as many sibling moments in the role play as I could.

The role play eventually died off, but I really loved my character, and I loved her relationship with Scott and Alex, so I decided I wanted to take the role play we'd come up with and start to turn it into a full-blown story.

In case I haven't said it enough yet, I absolutely adore sibling relationships, which is why I love Supernatural so much--I love Sam and Dean's brotherly relationship. As such, I try to incorporate sibling relationships into as many of my fics as I can. It's why so many of my MCU fics include Morgan, because I love that relationship between Peter and Morgan, and why so many of my proudest Supernatural fics center around Sam and Dean. However, there are a lot of reasons I've struggled to make that work to the extent that I want it to.

With the MCU, as much as I love Peter and Morgan's relationship, it's hard to get the full sibling feel from them because their ages are so far apart. Obviously, I can always write protective Peter fics--which I am 100% happy to do, don't get me wrong--but it's hard for me to write protective Morgan and/or sassy sibling rivalries because Morgan's so young. I love their dynamic, and I will always happily write the protective Peter trope, but it kind of sucks to not be able to write it the opposite way.

With Sam and Dean, their relationship is beautiful and perfect and absolutely incredible to write...but it's also something we've seen fifteen years of. Supernatural has so much content, which I definitely appreciate, and wouldn't trade for anything, but it can make it hard for me to come up with original ideas surrounding their relationship. I have a few, of course--some that are already published, and some that are in the process of being written--but even as I write them, it's often hard for me to stay true to the characters and their relationship without feeling like I'm repeating the show too much. I did, at one point, try to solve this problem by making an original character when I wrote The Third Winchester and An Angel and a Human, but it wound up taking the focus away from Sam and Dean's relationship too much, and I scrapped it.

The Diamond Girl, however, solves all of those problems.

For starters, while X-Men does have a lot of content, it's all slightly different, which means I can pull lore/backstory from blah-da-blah comic book and plot line from blah-da-blah movie to form a new take on the story in a much easier way.

More than anything, though, none of the X-Men stories focus on the sibling relationship between Alex and Scott Summers. The focus of the X-Men stories is always on the actual mutant-human war, and Alex and Scott are just characters in that ultimate storyline. In fact, in pretty much every story, Alex is dead or not around, so you really don't get to see their relationship. This means that I have soooo much freedom to explore their dynamic in a story where they're both alive gosh darnat.

That in and of itself is already self-indulgent, because it means I can put all of my favorite things about sibling relationships into the relationship between Scott and Alex.

To make it even more self-indulgent, though, by adding my original character, it's even easier to create my ideal sibling relationships, because while I still have to remain true to Alex and Scott's character arcs in a lot of ways, I can insert Liv into the story in any way I want, because she's mine, so her backstory can meld to fit the ideal relationships I want to see from these three.

That was a really long answer to your question, but I hope you enjoyed reading it. Basically, The Diamond Girl is my most self-indulgent because it gives me the most freedom to play with sibling relationships in the way I want to.

Thanks so much for asking! Sorry for the long babble lol. <3

[takaraphoenix]

So, @kimmycup​ tagged me in this game. Let’s do this. Alternately titled:

Let me rant about the difference in receiving feedback on FFN vs AO3

Because I am really getting lost in the math behind “most popular” fic. And it’s most definitely more than just “reaching a different audience” when the feedback for one and the same fic differs between over 1k comments on one site vs not even reaching 100 comments on another site.

Author Name: Takara_Phoenix

Fandoms You Write For: Okay so let‘s only involve the ones I am still actively involved with, not the ones that are like... eight years old and I haven’t thought of them once, yeah? That’d be: Percy Jackson, Shadowhunters, Marvel, Rise of the Guardians/How to Train Your Dragon, Detective Conan/Magic Kaito, Vampire Academy, Jungle Book, DC Comics/the Arrowverse, Descendants

Where You Post: AO3 and FFN, but occasionally also on tumblr - when it’s prompts or drabbles

Most Popular One-Shot: Depends on where you ask. And what you define as popular. Personally, the only value I see are in comments - kudos are literally just the press of one button, they mean nothing, and hits aren’t an indicator of much either considering it counts as a hit even when you opt out after a paragraph.

I’ve only had my AO3 for five years now, meaning that the fics on FFN still had four more years to simmer on there and gather attention, I suppose. Meaning, a fic posted for the first time obviously gets more attention than a four years later mass repost on another site.

On AO3, the oneshit with most comment threads would be How to Court the Prettiest Omega Ever in Five Years or Less, my first PJO ABOverse fic, featuring Nicercy. Which, you know, is only 37 comments on there. Seriously I genuinely blame the existence of the kudo function for the overall lackluster comment-response on AO3 because “press one button vs actually writing words”... but that’s a different conversation to be had. (I mean, seriously, in comparison, this fic has 51 comments on FFN... and it is by far not the one with most comments I have over there).

The clear winner if you look at FFN is Something Went Wrong, my first Minotaur/Percy smut fest with a whooping 116 comments. And yes. Positive. Genuinely did not expect that when after weeks of debating, I decided to post this story. *chuckles* (Again, for comparison, this fic got a total of 8 comments on AO3... eight... the difference there is staggering... Which, I’d like to tag on that, on top of the kudo-nonsense, the fact that AO3 displays total amount of comments to the readers and not comment threads is also misleading and I don’t think it helps, because I think you’re more inclined if you see it’s only 8 comment-threads in total on a fic you like vs it showing you 16 comments as the total comment-count.)

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: THIS IS TOO HARD TO ANSWER. I’d have to consult my chart, but that hasn’t been updated in ages. Because overall amount of comments means little if you don’t also take into account the amount of chapters - 50 comments on a oneshot are a lot, 50 comments on a 5 chapter fic, not so much, and 50 comments on a 50 chapter is frustrating to receive.

Okay, let me go full nerd on this one. Y’all know I love charts. There was a time where I was interested enough in finding this out that I had a chart going of all my multiple chapter fics. With a collumn on how many chapters the story had at that point in time, how many total comments on AO3, how many total comments on FFN and what, by combining those two numbers and dividing them through the chapter-count, was the average amount of comments per chapter.

However, that chart had last been updated on December 31st 2016. There’s been a lot of influx, lot of new stories and other stories gaining/losing popularity, so when I now say Meet the di Angelos with a 2016 average of 57,25 comments/chapter, that is completely exclusing ten fics I wrote since then.

Damn now I really wanna update the charts...

Also if you can’t tell by now how much actual feedback and comments mean to me, I genuinely don’t know how else to convey it... xD”

If you go by total comment-count - which, again, is misleading because you gotta keep the chapter-count in mind - it’d be Chasing Fireflies on FFN with 1749 comments (on 102 chapters. And, again, for comparison, 88 comment-threads on AO3. 88 vs 1749 is insane) and Percy and the Ghost King of Summers High on AO3 with 749 comments (on 50 chapters. On FFN that’s actually on 990 comments. Far smaller difference here compared to other stories).

Though I dunno, if you measure popular by fanart received, Summers High comes in with five, while my Chasingverse is in with 6... and multiple fanfictions written for it.

Favorite Story You Wrote: Favorite to write, or favorite to reread? There’s a difference there. I’m insanely proud of Chasing Fireflies and the plot and world I created there, the character development. I... don’t really reread it it’s over 500k long I don’t have that time.

Currently, I am really loving The Primal Instinct, it is sooo much fun to write, I get to put basically all my favorite headcanons in there, I’ll get to write Aline and Helen more and Jace’s interactions with others, it features both my favorite OT3s at once. (And it is faaar from my most popular one. Just, feel like mentioning this because my numbers-obsession may read as only writing for comments, which I don’t, I mainly write for myself. The comments are just... very, very nice treats to receive. Also, I love numbers and charts and were curious to see if there is a kind of trend there in what does receive most attention sooo...)

Story You Were Nervous to Post: Uuuh every new thing. Every time I step outta my comfort zone. Trying out a new pairing for the first time. Venturing into a new fandom for the first time. Experimenting with a new kink and wondering if this would be too much. Literally every single time, still.

How Do You Choose Your Titles: On a whim. I suck at titles. Mostly I try to force alliterations because I am a sucker for alliterations, but otherwise I do try to go with “as it says on the tin”, or I try a pun/being clever. Aside from my Triton/Percy fics. Every single fic I’ve written for them is named after a song from Disney’s The Little Mermaid franchise and I have yet to run out of songtitles to use for fics and hey, by then they’ll probably have included a new song in the live-action remake so there’s that! :D

Do You Outline: Depends. Oneshots? No. I just write those. Multiple-chapter fics? ...Depends. xD

If I have a clear vision for where it’s going to go, I do tend to divide into chapters and make myself small notes on what goes into said chapters. Mostly, it’s just a rambled “and x happens and then y” at the end though and then I see how I can make it fit into chapters.

Complete: 795 stories on AO3! Damn, I’ve been busy.

In-Progress: As of right now, 4. Because this week features my Ace Awareness 7-parter, though technically we’re right now down to 3 multi-chapter fics because the next one is only due to be released and join the rotation!

Coming Soon/Not Yet Started: Well, that is two entirely different things now.

Coming Soon:

Shadowhunters, Asmodeus/Jace, “The Royal Consort of Edom” oneshot on the 23rd

Shadowhunters, Magnus/Alec/Jace, “Nesting 101″ oneshot on my birthday this Saturday

Percy Jackson, Nico/Percy, “Something Borrowed, Something Green” oneshot on the 30th

Shadowhunters, Magnus/Jace, “Dancing with the Monsters in the Night” an out-side-of-schedule oneshot for Halloween

And I do think that that is what constitutes “soon”.

Not Yet Started:

HTTYD/RotG, Hiccup/Jack, “The Origin of the Blue Hoodie”, planned for November 27th

Shadowhunters, Magnus/Jace, “Set-Up by the Guard-Cats”, planned for December 4th

Descendants/PJO, Nico/Percy, Ben/Carlos, Uma/Audrey, “Demigod Defenders of Auradon”, planned for December 11th

A-and that is as far as I have planned my schedule ahead. Those three are the only fics on my personal schedule that I haven’t started working on yet. I don’t like to plan ahead too much, because then you just completely lose interest in the story by the time you get around to actually writing it.

Do You Accept Prompts: Prompts, not so much. Requests, yeah. For one, prompts always seem so demanding, while requests are more polite - and also more structured. Prompts are always like “here have one quick trope thrown at your head” and like... I do have a well-enough planned-out schedule with more than enough fics of my own set, I don’t need to try and turn one random prompt into an actual story. But if someone has a specific request, a pairing and an actual plot, that they really wanna see, I do always hear them out, I may not always like the pitch and thus not accept them all, but on the overall I do accept requests.

More inclined to accept birthday requests than random requests, because random requests would be put into the rotation of my schedule and, well come on that shouldn’t be a surprise, they tend to be pushed off then in favor of fic ideas I came up with myself because there’s nearly always more enthusiasm about writing an idea that you came up with yourself than the idea of someone else. Whereas birthday requests have a set date that doesn’t disturb my schedule and I am a big softie who has a weakness for getting gifts myself so I do like to do something nice for someone so they get something special for their birthday.

Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write: Most excited to write? Well, that’d be the Descendant/PJO crossover atm, because that is something very new and shiny and I do love shiny, new things to experiment on. But also The Prince of Pluto, my next multiple-chapter fic that I have already started writing.

Tagging: Whoever wants to do it! <3

[gaiyofanfiction]

The Stray District - Chapter 1

Member Profiles

Stray Kids Gang!Au

Lee Know x Reader

Drama

A/N: Alright, I’m super excited to introduce my new Stray Kids fic! They’ve taken over my life and my heart and now all I want to do is write about them xD So here’s another Stray Kids fic. Enjoy! ~Yosei

Warnings: PG13. Violence and Seductive Themes (Nothing sexual that crosses a line for underage idols.)

Disclaimer: This is pure fiction. All artists named in this fic are given a fake personality by me. This does not in any means reflect on the individual idol or groups. To my knowledge, they are all sweet, amazing people that wouldn’t hurt a fly.

PLEASE READ THE PROFILE BOARDS OF EACH MEMBER BEFORE READING THE FIC. It’ll make so much more sense!

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2015 is when it all began. The adults of the generation were unknowingly sanctioning the destruction of the City of Seoul. Murders were more frequent, Homeless population increasing, the teenage suicide rate was at an all time high, schools becoming a battle ground with students fending for their lives. The police force was brimming with corruption, any distress calls that went through were either not being answered or you end up seeing the innocent dead or imprisoned.

That's when the rebellion came to be. The Millennials and Generation Z had enough. The city of Seoul was dubbed District 9. It had started in the heart of the city and stretched into neighboring towns. 80% of the adults were chased out of town, kids were running businesses, teenagers taking office. The kids and teens of previously formed gangs took control, continuing what their parents have started.

By 2018, there were teenage gangs running parts of the surrounding towns of District 9. However, the highest ranking gangs had control of the District itself. Two of the most powerful rival gangs, District 9 and Stray Kids, headed by two of the most powerful gang leaders, L/N Y/N and Lee Know.

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You stare at the drink in your hand, swirling it inside the glass. You, Felix, and Woojin arrived at your friend's club, just to relax for the night. You had grabbed your usual VIP booth, adorned with leather couches on either side of the table. Watching as civilians dance around the polished, wooden floor, you lean your head onto Woojin’s shoulder.

The weapons specialist chuckles. “Are you tired, boss? Do you want to leave?”

You adjust your short, black skirt to cover your garter holsters. “Nah, it's okay. I'm just bored.”

“Did you want me to start a fight, to cheer you up?” Your bodyguard, Felix, asks.

You lean over to Felix, a hand caressing his beautiful face. “No. Unfortunately, the club is neutral territory. But thank you, Felix. That means a lot to me that you’d offer.”

The boy smiles and leans into your touch, happy to have made you smile. The three of you sit in a comfortable silence. While you observe the club goers, Felix and Woojin are scanning the club, constantly on alert. They take their jobs very seriously, ready to protect you at a moment's notice.

That's when you hear a ruckus coming from the entrance of the club. You lift your head off Woojin's shoulder and squint your eyes. The dimly lit club hid the cause of the noise, but it was soon revealed who had caused it.

You see three boys around your age walk up the steps to your private booth. Woojin’s hand instinctively reaches for his pistol but you stop him, nodding it's okay. He lets go but doesn't relax.

You giggle and tilt your head at the newcomers. “Well, if it isn't Mr. Lee Know and his two little gang members.” You point to each of them. “It’s Hyunjin and Changbin, right?”

Lee Know smirks, bowing his head. “Ms. Y/N. May we have the pleasure of joining you?”

You nod your head, gesturing to the couch in front of you. The three Stray Kids sit comfortably on the couch. You scan the three boys, noticing Changbin's non-expressive look, Lee Know's slight smirk while checking you out, and Hyunjin's glare aimed your direction.

You chuckle. “I understand why you brought Changbin, but why did you bring string bean?” You point your thumb to Hyunjin.

Hyunjin's glare deepens at your comment. Lee Know lifts a brow. “Well, I know you bring Woojin around everywhere, I thought Hyunjin would be useful as well. Which I must say, he is.”

Hyunjin smirks, proud of his boss’ words. You roll your eyes and change the subject.

“So, how is the rest of Stray Kids doing? Chan still coding? I.N is always having trouble hacking into your systems.” You rest your elbow on your knee, your chin in your hand.

“Oh is that right? Well, I must reward Chan later when we get back. Seems like he's doing his job well.”

You smirk, knowing the next question is going to cause some problems.

“How’s baby Jisungie doing? Is he still in prison or where you able to bail his ass out?”

The next few moments happened so fast. The moment you mention Han's name, Hyunjin growls and lunges for you, his knife in his hand. As soon as he has you pressed against the back of the couch, Woojin’s gun is drawn and pressed up against Hyunjin's temple.

If anyone had been staring, this is what they'd see; You're forced up against the back of the couch, Hyunjin practically straddling you, nose to nose, a knife pressed up against your throat. Woojin has his gun pointed at Hyunjin's head, a menacing look on his face.

Your shock lasts for but a moment before an amused grin spreads across your face. “You know, Hyunjinie, if you wanted a kiss, you could have just asked.”

Hyunjin growls, ignoring the comment, “don't you dare say his name, or I won’t hesitate to cut your throat.”

You knew why he was angry. Jisung had a small crush on you for a while. You knew about it, so you used it to your advantage. You also knew how knowledgeable he was with poisons. About a month ago, you ‘convinced’ him to poison a man who had been causing you problems. What he didn't know was the reason why you used him. Turns out, the guy you tricked him into killing was a cop. The cop was gaining in fast on Seungmin's drug ring and you needed to get rid of him quick, without tracing it back to you.

Needless to say, Jisung got caught and put in prison, without so much as a shred of evidence against you or District 9. Stray Kids has never forgiven you for that. Not that you cared much.

“Awe, is Hyunjinie mad?” Your face turns dangerously seductive, you grab his chin between your thumb and finger, forcing his face from moving. “Well let me tell you something. It was so fucking easy. All I had to do was show Han a little leg, give him a kiss, and he was like putty in my hands." You tilt your head, blinking innocently, your thumb grazing his lips. "Would you like me to show you how?” You lean your lips closer to his, inches away from a kiss.

Hyunjin growled and tightened his grip on the knife, causing it to nick your throat. When Woojin noticed a small trickle of blood form, he cocked his gun.

You glance over at Lee Know, whose face was unreadable. “I would advise you to call off your dog before my boys do something we'll all regret.”

Lee Know snaps his fingers, signaling Hyunjin to return to his seat. As soon as Hyunjin released you, Felix pulls you into him, assessing the mark on your neck. He dabs the small amount of blood with his shirt sleeve

“Y/N, are you alright?” He immediately asks, concern laced his voice. Once you assured the boy that you’re fine, his glare shoots over to Stray Kids.

“How dare you touch her.” He’s about to stand up but you put your arms around him, gave him a light kiss to the cheek and lay your head on his shoulder.

He immediately softens, and pets your head. He glares over at the three gang members once more, “if you so much as look at her wrong, all three of you will be dead in seconds.” You smile at his words, thankful he’s in your life. You look over at the three glaring boys across from you, your smile dropping.

“What is the reason you're here?”

Lee Know clears his throat, a brow raised. “Well, that's actually why we came to see you, my dear.” he chuckled when he saw your brows furrow in a confused manner. “You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you.”

Lee Know found this amusing, finally being able to turn the tables on this conversation. “Money, Ms. Y/N.”

You immediately sit up straight, your eyes narrowed. “What money are you speaking of, Lee?”

“The money you owe me for bailing my poison specialist out of prison, L/N.”

You laugh. “I'm not giving you anything. The fact that you even bothered to ask is laughable. It's not my fault he was caught. He should have been more careful. He may be a genius in Chemistry, but not so much when it comes to anything else.”

You hear Hyunjin growl but you ignore him. Lee Know smirks. “Maybe if you learned to stay dressed and stop using your body to get what you want, we wouldn't be in this situation.”

This guy was starting to piss you off. How dare he talk to you like that. But he wasn't finished.

“You knew Han was weak when it came to females. Stop whoring yourself out just to get your way.”

You immediately stand up in a threatening manner. Suddenly, it was like a chain reaction. As soon as you stood up, so did Hyunjin, his knives out and aimed at you. Soon after, Woojin stands up, his gun pointed at Hyunjin’s head once again. Lee Know stood up, getting closer to you, which caused Felix to put his arm in front of you to protect you. Changbin then stood, glaring at Felix, hands clenched in a fist.

“I dare you to say that again, Minho.” You growl. You're not much shorter than him, but you still had to tilt your head up slightly to look him in the eyes.

He cringes at the name, choosing to ignore it just this once. “I haven't said anything that wasn't true. You took advantage of one of my guys and I'm not okay with that. You should have known this was coming.”

You smirk, “Well, fortunately for me, there's nothing you can do about that. I. Win. You. Lose.” the last two words were accompanied by your finger jabbing him in the chest twice.

Hyunjin pulls his hand back to throw his knives at you, but Woojin cocked his gun. “What do you think will hit their target faster, a gun or a knife? Do you want to find out, stringbean?”

Changbin knocks your hand away, a menacing look set on his face. “You touch him again, I'll break your finger, little girl.”

Felix immediately pushes Changbin back a few steps. “If you touch her again, I'll do more than break your finger, shorty.”

By this time, the crowd of club goers were watching the exchange, waiting for something to happen. Hyunjin and Woojin aiming their weapons at one another, Felix and Changbin squaring each other up and you and Lee Know glowering at each other.

“Ahem, Y/N?”

You hear a small voice on your left. You look over to see your friend, immediately lighting up when you see her. “Ahh! Jennie! How are you dear?”

She bows her head to everyone before speaking. “Um, I understand this is business and all, but could you take this little… business transaction elsewhere? You're scaring my customers.”

You gasp a little and pull her into a hug. “I am so sorry, I completely lost my head. We were just about to leave.” You snap your fingers, causing Woojin and Felix to come to your side.

You turn to Lee know, who's glare hasn't left his face.

“This little transaction is over. I'm not paying you a penny for your little Han’s mistake.

Bye-Bye~.” You wink at the three boys, blowing them each a kiss.

Once you leave, Lee Know breathes a shaky breath. “Oh, this isn't over, my dear. Trust me.”

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[Masterlist]

[yetanothersterekblog]

Thanks @jadorehale​ for tagging me! I’ve never done a tag meme like this one so this was pretty fun XD

last sentence tag

I love you too.

-From my 2018 sterek reverse bang piece cuz I’m taking a little writing break from pulling out almost 14k words in a week.

AO3 tag game

WHAT IS YOUR TOTAL WORD COUNT ON AO3?

151,764 words............. It used to be around 250k but I deleted this 100k wip that I hadn’t touched in 3 years and just didn’t like anymore....... what am I even doing with my life man.....

HOW OFTEN DO YOU WRITE?

Honestly not very? I kind of have these writing sprees where I don’t stop writing for like a full 2 weeks and spew out 20k words but then I don’t touch any of my fics for like 3 months so it really depends. Forcing myself to write when I’m not feeling inspired is such a frustrating process so I just wait for the inspo to hit me and try to do as much as I can in that time XD

DO YOU HAVE A ROUTINE FOR WRITING?

Yep!

1- List of characters with their background story (including hobbies, major life events, significant others, general personality traits, etc.)

2- General plot points/details of the story (ex: coffee shop AU, person A owns a coffee shop, person B works as a dog walker, person B walks past the coffee shop while walking the dogs one day and a dog pounces of person A, person A gets drenched in hot coffee, and so on)

3- Create a brief summary for each scene (ex: Scene 1- {Person A POV} person A wakes up and sees that there’s a hot stranger in bed with them. They start freaking out since they can’t remember what happened the night before and proceed to call their friend who was at the party with them to ask if they knew what happened. They start pacing around the kitchen as the phone rings. They feel arms wrap around their waist and drop the phone in a panic.)

4- Start actually writing the scenes!

WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE KINKS/TROPES/PAIRING?

Kinks - I’m a sucker for praise kink, power bottoms, and just really sweet and mushy sex with a truck load of feels cuz my needy soul wants validation.

Trope- Oof I have so many but I guess my top favs have to be soulmate au, mafia au, high school/college au, enemies to friends to lovers, model aus, arranged marriage, and historic aus :P

Pairing- My boys Stiles and Derek are staying strong

DO YOU HAVE A FAVORITE FIC OF YOURS?

Hmmmmmmmmm I’d say my personal fav would have to be my sterek fic Fine cuz it’s not like any other fic I’ve ever written and really challenged me as a writer because it’s so short yet tells a story strong enough to move some of my readers to tears and I’m just really proud that my writing could cause someone to feel such intense emotions.

YOUR FIC WITH THE MOST KUDOS?

That would be The Little Spark which is a fic I wrote purely cuz I thought the sterek fandom needed more de-aged fics cuz they are just too cute and it currenlty has 2k kudos which is totally insane! Seriously, this fandom is too awesome.

ANYTHING YOU DON’T LIKE ABOUT YOUR WRITING?

I suck at fight scenes. Like. Dialogue and emotions and feelings are right up my alley but fighting and action and physical movements that can give the feeling of a real battle just don’t work with me. I don’t know why I just suck at writing action scenes.

NOW SOMETHING YOU DO LIKE (ABOUT YOUR WRITING)?

I like my story telling abilities. When I write a story to my full potential I come up with some great scenes and my pacing is really good when I don’t have a deadline trying to eat my procrastinating ass.

ship tag game…

First ship you ever read fic for: I think it was Italy/Germany from Hetalia back when I was an itty bitty 6th grader

First ship you ever wrote fic for: Drarry

Ship you write the most now: Sterek

Ship you read the most now: Sterek, Klance, and Malec

Newest ship: Klance

Rare ship you want to read more of: some more freaking gratsu (Gray/Natsu from Fairy Tale) would be great but I haven’t read fics for them in years

Your taboo ship: Uhh I really don’t know? I don’t consider any of my ships taboo but if I had to pick I’d say Johnlock? Cuz John is a married man but idek dude I just love all my pairings and don’t care about canon whatsoever

They never met in canon ship: Hmmm not sure if this counts but I ship Chloe/Nathaniel from Miraculous Ladybug and even tho they’ve met in canon they’ve had no actual interactions. I just think Queen Bee being with my shy tomato son would be cute XD

Your unexpected ship: Otabek/Yuri

The ship you always forget to give love to: VICTUURI I’VE BEEN NEGRETING MY BABES AND I AM SO SORRY I DON’T MEAN TO I JUST FORGET OKAY

Ship your OC with a canon character (if applicable): Nah I ship my ocs with each other not canon characters

A ship you’re embarrassed to ship: I think I have one but I’m honestly don’t sure? I can’t think of one atm

Your most romantic ship: ADRIENETTE BECAUSE THOSE LITTLE CINNAMON ROLLS ARE SO CUTE TOGETHER AND THEY’RE SUCH SWEET LITTLE BEANS I LOVE THEM

Your sexiest ship: Sterek

Your most tragic ship: Oof I’m gonna go with Castiel on this one. Those boys need major help.

A ship you want more content for: I’d very much appreciate some more Cherik content (Charles/Erik from X-men)

I tag: @pale-silver-comb ​ @novemberhush ​ @celestialvoid-fanfiction ​ @ajeepandleather ​ @gfdisterek ​and anyone else who wants to do it can say that I tagged them cuz it was actually pretty fun ;)

[shippingeruri]

Tag Game III (on writing)

I’m sorry for taking ages to get this done. I was tagged by @tsukareta-levi and @kittyboo8015 - thank you both - it was good for me to actievely deal with my writer’s block and now I feel better!

1) How many works in progress to do you currently have in progress?

Three.

1) I have my very dark multi chapter slow burn Victorian Age AU fic Dirt & Velvet (and I’m almost too afraid to link it because I haven’t updated in months) that is very very dear to me and I’m in the middle of the next chapter. 

2) My giveaway fic for @world-war-eruri. Demon Erwin and Jewish Levi, two chapters done, the final smut chapter is in progress: Son of לִילִית

3) I have some drabble requests in my inbox that I’m trying to get done - one is pretty far in and I hope I’ll get it done soon.

2) Do you/would you write fan fiction?

I write fan fiction only (besides some articles for a gaming page in German) atm.

3) Do you prefer paper books or ebooks?

Paper books. Always. Probably one of the reasons why I haven’t read as many fics as I would like to. 

4) When did you start writing?

When I was 14 I started writing Lord of the Rings fan fics in German <3 I had no idea what I was doing but people liked it. I shipped Aragorn and Boromir so hard and wrote Legolas / Orlando Bloom x Reader stories. 

When I was ~18 I started to write lyrics for songs (I knew some bands at that time) and poems, also some Kafka inspired short stories.

Then came a long break (20-28) and in December 2015 I participated in the Eruri Secret Santa event. So I “forced” myself into writing a fic for someone else about these two gay old men. And this is when I realized: I really enjoy this!  [and I just realized that this is way more than what the question was aiming for - sorry ^^]

5) Do you have someone you trust that you share your work with? I shared the rough outline for Dirt & Velvet with @zedsdead1001 and @absolute-eruri-trash (who is also my lovely beta reader). I prefer to work on my own (I guess uni made me this way xD)

6) Where is your favorite place to write? At home on my desktop computer. I have two screens - one for writing, one for dictionaries / grammar pages *haha* because I’m so f*cking insecure about my English. I have my cats around, I have my peace and quiet, enough tea and coffee, can listen to the music I want to listen to (and really loud if needed), set up candles, whatever I need. I love writing at home.

7) Favorite childhood book?

“The little Witch” and “The little Ghost” - later on “The Hobbit” and when I was 10 I fell for “Harry Potter” and “Lord of the Rings”.

8) Writing for fun or writing for publication?

Fics are 100% fun for me atm. 

I need to write academic sh*t for uni and put so much effort in that. So I just want to relax when I write about “the gay old men”™.

9) Pen and paper or computer?

Wow, that is a tough one. Since I’m very fast on the computer I always write on the computer. BUT I do love writing with pen on paper. (I don’t like my handwriting though xD) - I am thinking about writing outlines / ideas in a book because for uni papers I always brainstorm with lots of colours and that helps me.

10) Have you ever taken any writing classes?

No, because I don’t think “learning” to write is the correct approach for me. I want to be free and noodle around, make mistakes and learn from them.

11) What inspires you to write?

After my 8 year break is was literally the Eruris that inspired me in the first place to get back into writing. I just constantly think about them in my everyday life since almost 3 years now. So I guess life inspires me? Also all the things that I like / that I’m hyped up about somehow help me to transfer those feeling to the Eruris? It’s hard to exlpain. Then there’s tons of awesome fanart and writing out there - also talking with mutuals, exchanging headcanons also is helping a lot. I also write Eruri RPGs and get inspiration from there. I’m also addicted to music, so I set up an “Yaoi (RPG) inspired music” playlist on Spotify where I constantly add music that inspires me. I get a lot of input from there.

Since I’m SO late with this, I’m not sure if I should tag anyone because everyone probably already has done this? So please feel free to answer these questions of you are a writer of some sort and want to let us know! <3

[midnightghostwriter]

Fic Writer Appreciation Day

It's that time of year again! No, not back to school season, though I hear that's happening too. But it's time once again to show some love and shout out our favorite fanfic writers!

In all honesty, I applaud each and every person who takes the time to write, because I know how hard it is to craft a story, put it out there for the viewing and critique of strangers, and hope to everything good in the universe it's well-received. It can be stressful, disheartening, and exhausting to produce content for people to enjoy, and yet y'all do it anyway.

Unfortunately, I can't list every single one of you (believe me I wish I could), but I do feel like I should shout out some of my all-time faves. So there's a list under the cut!

Note: Not all of these are kpop/khh because I believe this day belongs to all writers, and I want to shout out to stories that have stuck with me over the years just as much as my more recent favorites. I did my best to tag people if I know their Tumblr, but some of these came off AO3 and idk who they are on here. ^^

Flight of a Hawk, Return of a Wolf by RedHawkeRevolver (AO3) - Dragon Age | AU (kind of?) | FenHawke (Fenris/Marion Hawke) | I'm a huge DA fan, and an even bigger hoe for FenHawke in all forms and this is one of my favorite fics of all-time. The way it's written is so believable I think I actually messaged the author once to ask if something happened in-game or not. xD

Immortality of the Deathless by MiladyDragon (AO3) - Torchwood/Doctor Who | Medieval/Magick/Fantasy AU | John Harkness/Ianto Jones | I've always been a Whovian, and extremely picky with fics because of it, but this one and its sequel have stuck with me since they were originally posted on FF.Net and are definitely worth the read.

Of Clueless Mates and Stupid Best Friends by chihiro (AO3) - BTS/Bangtan | Wolf/Fae/School AU | Taekook and Yoonmin | I'm a sucker for fantasy/magickal au things, and this is one of the cutest and fluffiest ones out there imo. I don't know if it's finished or not, but it's still worth reading.

Post Blue by dirtyretro / @dirtyretrowrites​ - BTS/Bangtan | School AU | Multi-Pairing | Warning: for highly explicit content | I adoooooore everything this girl touches, and this is a classic part of her fic repertoire. It is definitely not for the faint of heart or blushing prude, but it is well worth the read. Megan is also one of the people who has encouraged me most in writing, so please show her some love and support!!

Icarus by @jungkxook​ - BTS/Bangtan | University AU | Tae/Reader | Warning: for explicit content | OKAY BUT I LOVE EVERYTHING ALYSSA WRITES this was just one of the first stories of hers I ever read and to this day I still go back and reread it regularly. I would list all the ones I love, but you might as well just look at her masterlist.

Sleepy Eyes and Sighs by @xhixtape - BTS/Bangtan | University AU | Hobi/Reader | This is tied in my heart for Melted and a number of other fics by Lila, but this one never fails to get my heart hurting in the sweetest way. I think it even made me cry once. xD

Those Meddling Rappers! And That Meddling Gray Too! by @idolized-scenarios - KHH/AOMG | Jay Park/Reader | Warning: for explicit content | I cannot begin to emphasize how many times I have read this scenario. I think I lost count. Kat is such a stellar author, and the khh works she's known for are always my favorite. In fact, she's the reason I ever started writing khh stuff myself, so please show her some love!! I also recommend her scenario Right Idea. Just sayin.

A Tardy Fate by @dom-joonie - BTS/Bangtan | University AU | Namjoon/Reader | Warning: for explicit content | Lauren is a gem, and I love her Namjoon scenarios to bits (though a certain Hobi one called Hot and Cold is how I first found her and I also reread that one a lot). Whether it's fluff or smut, everything she writes is a good read.

The Take-Home Test by @versigny - BTS/Bangtan | University AU | Namjoon/Reader | Warning: for explicit content | Okay look, if you call yourself a Namjoon stan and you haven't read this, its sequel stuff, or Kappy's other Namjoon fic Your Wish Is My Command, you are doing yourself a disservice. Just... go read everything she's ever written okay, you need it.

He Knows Me Best by @markmywordswithsong - Got7 | AU | Mark/Reader | Warning: some explicit content | Cat, my dearest writing mentor and veritable older sister, is a fabulous writer of both reader scenarios and member fics, and definitely deserves love for this masterpiece. I wouldn't be where I am in writing without her, and I'm so happy to be able to give her a lil shoutout. ^^

(heart) stealer by deuxoiseaux (AO3) - BTS/Bangtan | University AU | Yoonseok | This was one of the first x member fics I read that I really loved because of the unique style it was written in and the absolutely adorably in character plot of the story.

[fanficsforheartandsoul]

Request Rules

Updated November 2022

What am I writing?

I'm writing for the following fandoms:

Far Cry 5

The Witcher (TV Series, 3rd game)

Red Dead Redemption 2 

Star Wars

The Mandalorian

(Stranger Things)

The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim

Fallout 4

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II

The Walking Dead

=> For the bold ones I have already written some stories and they are mentioned in my masterlist

=> Crossed out are my former fandoms for which I most likely won’t write anymore

=> The ones in brackets are probably temporary

I am not listing the characters I’ll write for because they are too many, this however, doesn’t mean that I won’t decline a request based on a character. Sometimes I am not comfortable writing about a character I don’t know much about.

I'm fine with heavier themes such as

Suicide, 

Depression, 

Death, 

Drug Abuse 

I put warnings at the start of every fic so if people get triggered by the mentioned themes, they can avoid the stories containing them.

I'll happily write MLM and WLW relationships :) Although, I cannot promise to portray some of them that well because I identify as female.

I apologize for rarely writing gender neutral stories. This has to do with my prefered writing style and my lack of knowledge.

Most of my stories will be one-shots but sometimes I will write a series, too. If I have a really good idea xD And the actual time to write... Series will take a while though.

What am I not writing?

Smut. And that's because I haven't actually written any before. Maybe after reading some books and other fanfictions, I'll try but at the moment, no.

Fucked up pairings. Like a child with an adult for example. I think you know what I mean ;) This does not exclude age-gaps though, since I am a sucker for some older women x younger men stories and I also have some daddy issues.

OC stories. All my writings on this blog will be x Reader. However, I must admit that often I imagine my OCs in those stories and particular backgrounds of the Reader will be inspired by my OC stories (for example the Jedi shadow reader).

Stories involving rape or sexual assault scenes. I am fine with mentioning sexual abuse that happened in the past but I won’t write detailed scenes about it.

How to request on my blog?

Some things that I like you to do:

Please mention the fandom (this is only necessary in certain cases, I’ll ask if I don’t know who you mean)

Please specify the desired gender of the Reader. Fem!Reader for female, M!Reader for male.

Be patient :) As you know, I'm not a native speaker. Therefore it takes a little longer for me to write in English. Also, I'm currently an university student so there will be times when I can't work on my requests because I have to study for exams or do homework in general. But if you think it takes me too long, feel free to send me a pm and ask about your request :)

If you request something using a writing prompt please tell me the general genre of the story you want and also the character(s). Also, these writings won't be longer than 500-700 words. Be aware of that ;)

Masterlist

I will be updating my masterlist as soon as I post something new so it should be always up-to-date :)

Masterlist

I guess this was it at the moment ♡