#Mostly for Chapter 8... Sorta.

[emotimau5]

He swears, this thing keeps yelling at him for zero reason. He's not even sure how tf it followed him.

Getting back into the art groove again... Sort of. Don't expect perfection here. I honestly might do only memes until I figure out how to properly do art again and not fuck up limbs.

Bonus. The Android is suffering low battery syndrome. The audacity behind why there's a glitchy looking being yelling at him has not processed yet.

[tangerineastronaut]

Let's Put the End in Friends | Jackson Wang (Part 2)

Part 1

The one where your best friend/sort of boyfriend really wants to fuck you.

Pairing: Jackson Wang (GOT7) x Fem!Reader Genre: Fluff, SMUT, BestFriend!Reader, idiots to lovers Requested: Yes w.c. 7.8k Warnings: reader is bad at feelings, jackson is in love, two horny weirdos, "begging" for sex (but not in a bad/manipulative way there's a mutual understanding ok), oral - fem!receiving (the man eats it like cake even after he hits), unprotected sex (don't do it unless you're best friends with Jackson Wang and I'm guessing you aren't), discussion of contraceptives, breeding kink sorta kinda heh, brief talk of having kids in future, banter, teasing, name calling, dirty talk, I think that's all?? they're still really annoying except just horny now A/N: Ughhhh here's the part two that I desperately wanted to write and finally people requested it!! This chapter is like 15% feelings and 85% smut, but it's all kinda mixed in so I apologize in advance. Jfc I love these two so much. If this is bad I'm sorry! I love writing where it takes me and it all felt right. I love my readers so much. <3 Requests: Open (link below)

Requests | WIPs Masterlists: BTS | ATEEZ | GOT7 | Stray Kids

You hadn’t really known what to expect. 

In dramas, after a confession, things were usually a little awkward, shy, sweet. But the day after Jackson confessed to you, he nearly bit your hand off when you tried to steal one of his dumplings. Granted, you bit him first, but it was his job to be chivalrous, not yours. 

“Um, maybe eat your own before you try to steal mine?”

“I’m literally just a girl, Jackson.”

A few weeks after said confession, things were still mostly the same, as you were awoken by someone pinching your cheek. Bleary eyed, you squinted, looking up at a very hot, very annoyed face. 

“Where the hell is my academy sweatshirt? I’m gonna be late for my shift,” he huffed, giving you another pinch. Jackson worked part time at an MMA academy, teaching a class of young children. Unfortunately, that meant three days out of the week, he had to wake up at 7 in the morning to be ready by 8. And if he was up, so were you. 

“I dunno,” you whined groggily, rolling over. “I didn’t wear it. Promise.”

“Liar,” he accuses. 

“Mmn. ‘m not lying, check my laundry.”

You hear shuffling, the sound of your hamper being opened (filled with clean clothes, because dirty clothes go on the bathroom floor of course), and quickly tug the blanket over your head as Jackson calls your bluff. 

“At least it’s clean,” you attempt to plead your case, but the covers are yanked off. You yelp as Jackson flips you onto your back and begins to tickle you. 

“Didn’t wear it, huh? Seriously, of all my clothes?” he snarls, fingers digging into your sides. You can’t speak; you instead make animalistic noises of possession as you attempt to free yourself. You wrap your legs around his waist and shove at his chest, shouting apologies in between fits of laughter. 

At last, the tickling ends, and you all but collapse against the sheets, sprawled out like half a starfish. 

“I’m going to start charging you for the things you steal,” Jackson says, breathless himself from the efforts of torture. Only then are you made aware that his hands are on your thighs. You don’t think he’s doing it on purpose, until you do, when he squeezes them beneath his palms and brushes his thumbs under your pajama shorts. 

“Hey,” you warn, wriggling beneath him. He laughs and leans over you. 

“What?”

“You know what. Get off of me.”

He sighs, letting his head drop down as though weary. 

When he looks at you again, his eyes have gone all soft, and it makes you feel warm and tingly inside. You swallow and force yourself to look away. You weren’t completely immune to his charms and didn’t want to risk it, answering the question he hadn’t asked. 

“Nope.”

That was the deal. 

Kissing was alright—as long as it wasn’t too long or too deep. Touching was fine too, just avoid any erogenous zones. Truthfully, you weren’t sure why you’d placed such heavy restrictions on your…relationship? Whatever this was. Probably because at the end of the day, you were still terrified of losing him. Of crossing a bridge that crumbles behind you, never being able to return to where you were. 

Right now, the two of you could still be around your friends, could still shamelessly flirt and insist it isn’t flirting. When you’d shown up to dinner with the guys, your hand clasped in Jackson’s to test the waters, no one said a word. Youngjae crinkled his nose and said it was cringe…and that’s it. That was the only reaction. The only people surprised about this development were the two of you, apparently, mostly you. And, you hadn’t realized how horny you were for one another. 

When you’d stare at him after a shower, when he had the audacity to drink juice from the carton wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, you noticed that…you’ve always stared. That wasn’t new. It’s just that you were now aware of it, and also very aware of how it felt to see his throat working as he swallows, beads of water dripping down his chest and following the dip of his abs like a treasure map for your tongue—

But it went both ways, fortunately, as Jackson’s playful way of grabbing your waist when you were busily bent over no longer felt fun, but rather, made you want to push against him, feel his hands sliding elsewhere, because god had they always been so big? Had his fingers always been so long?

Presently, Jackson rolls his eyes and kisses your cheek. You refuse to look at him still, so he tilts down, where his lips brush your throat; when your head snaps up to scold him, he takes the opportunity to catch your lips with his, sighing as though relieved. 

Kissing him feels so normal that it’s almost painful, like every second his lips are against yours, you ask yourself why you were so stupid, why you hadn’t noticed before, why you hadn’t understood that the feelings you’ve had for him were being confused for platonic when they were much, much closer to something akin to lo—

“Mmff…ou’re ‘unna ‘ee ate,” you mumble, though Jackson doesn’t stop kissing you. You giggle as your words are slurred by his mouth, which in turn makes him smile, which in turn makes you wrap your arms around his neck and consider begging him to let the kids down just this once. 

You know he wouldn’t hesitate. So that’s why you groan and push him away. You squirm from beneath him before he can snatch you up, fixing your pajamas as though you were preparing to walk the red carpet. When you look up at Jackson, he’s on his knees on your bed, hands gripping the covers and head tilted to the side. Oh. 

“Stop looking at me like that, puppy boy,” you mumble, rolling your eyes. You cross your arms, taking on the weight of the world’s strongest soldier as Jackson fucking Wang silently begs to bend you over the mattress

Jackson lets his legs slip over the side, feet planted on the floor as he tugs you toward him by the strings of your shorts. You whine in protest—losing a drawstring was so—

“I think you like it when I beg,” Jackson says, voice too low to be good for your health. You look at him in surprise, his expression hasn’t really changed, but why did he have to do this to you?

“I think you’re gonna be late,” you huff, feeling your cheeks redden. 

“I think you’re cute when you blush.”

“I think—”

“I think we’re gonna be good for each other.”

“It was my turn,” you pout. “I think you need a cold shower.”

Jackson mumbles something you don’t catch as he nuzzles his face against your stomach. His arms hang loosely around your hips, and you’re once again left with emotional whiplash as the man somehow goes from fuck me~ to hold me in the span of a few seconds. You swallow and rake your fingers through his hair (which he pulls at less nowadays, thanks to your nagging). 

“I want to,” you say quietly, nails scratching at his head. “But I’m scared. Like…we could probably bounce back from this, and from holding hands and even kissing. But I’m afraid that I’d never be able to, you know, not hurt around you the further we go if things turn out bad. We just don’t know what’ll happen if we commit. That’s scary.”

To your surprise, Jackson squeezes you tighter. He tilts his head back to look up at you, his chin resting just above your belly button. 

“What is it gonna take, pie?” he asks softly. Your brows furrow, though he continues. “What’s it gonna take for you to realize I’ve been yours this entire time?”

Your breath catches in your throat; you know he can feel it from the way your stomach tightens. He noses at the material of your top, planting a kiss there. Then the bastard opens his mouth again. You can taste his words.

“You own me, baby.”

You wake up confused and sweaty, fumbling around for your phone. You grab the device and groan—it’s not even five in the morning, and it’s a saturday. 

The dream woke you up. You and Jackson had an idea to conserve water, apparently, sharing a shower too small for one person let alone two. Your brain filled in the blanks for the missing information, unfortunately for you, though you had no doubt he was as beautiful in this reality, too.

It was almost impossible for you to go back to sleep after waking up usually, so you throw the covers off with much more attitude than necessary before quietly stepping out of your room. The light beneath Jackson’s door is off, and you tiptoe down the hall, but when you round the corner to the kitchen you gasp in surprise. 

Jackson raises a brow at you, taking a sip from the bottle of water in his hand. He’s wearing nothing but black boxers, showing off the lean muscles he works so hard on. So very hard. 

“You’re up?” he asks, and by his raspy tone it’s clear he woke up not long before you. You nod and shrug for no reason at all other than to distract from the fact that your eyes are eating him alive. He has the sexiest bedhead, and the thin chain he wears glints as it drapes over his collar bones.

“Thirsty,” you lie. You move past him to reach the fridge, but an arm hooks around your waist. You inhale sharply as you’re tugged against his chest, the warmth of him shooting tingles down your back. You swallow, and he holds the bottle in front of you. 

“Here,” he mumbles. He sounds so casual, like his actions hadn’t just made your soul briefly leave your physical form. You take the water from him and tilt your head back for a sip, not having realized how thirsty you were until you’ve finished half of it. 

You turn around, though he doesn’t release you, so you remain pressed to his bare chest. You have no idea why, but you lean forward and kiss him just below his collar bone, realizing too late how cruel you were being. In an attempt to make it chaste, you kiss the other side, right above his heart, though Jackson’s hand flies to your hair. He cups the back of your head and refuses to let you move. 

“Jackson,” you protest, but he whines. 

He fucking. Whines. 

“Please, pie. Just keep your lips on me. Please,” he breathes. You exhale a shaky breath and nod. 

“Okay,” you say quietly, and you swear he sighs with relief. You watch his face, tilting in again and pressing another kiss to the same spot as before. Jackson nods, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips. 

You kiss the center of his chest, lips dragging over his skin to his left pec. When you move a tad bit lower, this time where his heart beats, he hisses and tightens his grip in your hair. You gasp for all the right reasons, though he doesn’t know that.  

“Fuck, sorry,” he whispers as though the two of you are sneaking around rather than doing…whatever this was in the middle of your shared kitchen. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” you giggle softly. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

Jackson looks down at you, his expression morphing completely into…calmness? But it still puts you on edge. 

“What’d I say?” you ask with a frown. 

“I haven’t had sex in almost a year,” he admits. 

You blink. 

“You…what?” you breathe, shaking your head. “But, you’ve had tinder…you’ve gone on dates.”

Jackson pulls you close again, silently asking for more kisses. You realize he might’ve been right…you like when he begs. You kiss him as he asks, this time close to his nipple, and he shudders.

“I’m not gonna fuck a girl who wants more than I can give her,” he says. You mouth over his skin, tongue reaching the edge of his areola. You like his answer. 

“Why can’t you give her what she wants?” you ask, knowing what he’ll say but wanting to hear it all the same. Jackson knows this too, but he’s more than happy to give you what you want. 

“Because she—fuck—”

Your tongue lathes over his nipple and he grips the counter tight. 

“—’cause she’s not you,” he finishes. “None of them are. Can’t be anything for anyone except you. Wanna…wanna be everything to you.”

“You are…you are…” you mumble carelessly, barely kissing him, but rather rubbing your mouth on his chest. He seems more than okay with that, his head falling back, though he shakes it. 

“I’m not, baby. I’ve got so much to give you, gonna show you what it’s like to be loved right, fucked right, needed right. I need you, y/n. I-I fucking need you so bad. Always have.”

You were supposed to be turning him on, not getting choked up, but you pulled back and covered your face. Jackson was still a little breathless and out of it, but he grabbed at your wrists.

“Sorry, fuck, was that…was that bad? I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s fine,” you mumble, wiping helplessly at tears that slide down your cheeks. Jackson pulls you forward, crushing you to his chest. He wraps both arms around you so tight you can barely breathe. You love it. 

What else do you love?

You love that you can feel his cock pressing against the inside of your thigh, that you can feel how much he wants from you. You swallow your tears and reach between you, your palm finding the thick outline beneath his boxers and squeezing. 

Jackson’s reaction is visceral and downright sinful. He jumps, then buries his face into your hair. 

“Again, p-please,” he mumbles. You do it again. There’s a weird mix between sadness and horniness between you, but you keep going, sliding your hand up and down his clothed length. He’s definitely thick and a little longer than average, but not frighteningly so. 

Thick enough to make you choke, but not enough to bruise your cervix. Perfect. Somehow, you think you know exactly what it feels like to be fucked by him. 

“Jesus fuck—I don’t care if I get to fuck you, just please…let me taste you, baby,” Jackson grunts, hips lazily bucking against you. 

That…sounds alright with you. You take your hand off his cock and grab his wrist to pull him to his room, but he twists you around so that your back is to the counter. You open your mouth to ask what he’s doing, but the words die on your tongue when he drops to his knees. 

“J-Jackson, you don’t have t-to…”

“Shh, baby,” he mumbles, cupping the backs of your thighs. You feel dumb, forgetting how to speak. “Let me make you feel good. Wanna hear those pretty sounds you make when you play with yourself.”

Your cheeks flush pink, Jackson’s words hardly registering in your brain. He hooks his fingers into the elastic of your pajama shorts, leaning forward to kiss the front of your thigh before he begins tugging them down. 

“W-What do you mean when I pla—oh…”

Jackson doesn’t hesitate, going face first between your legs and groaning. The vibrations ring through your inner thighs and go straight to your clit, nearly sending you down. He hadn’t even touched you properly yet. 

“If you tell me you didn’t want me to hear you fucking yourself, I’m gonna call you a liar,” he whispers. His lips graze over the hair you keep trimmed—you could be a little self conscious about that at times, a couple past partners even commenting on it, but Jackson is worshipping your pussy without words and you’ve never felt so perfectly adequate. 

You think over what he said once you regain a little bit of consciousness. And fuck.

You were tired of this sort of hindsight ability you had now, the way you felt when you thought back to the times you were so obviously head over heels in love with him and had convinced yourself you were friends. 

Like fucking yourself with your favorite toy, back to the wall splitting your rooms. Moaning loud even though you didn’t do that when he wasn’t home.

“S-Sorry,” you whimper, because what the fuck else are you supposed to say? You feel warmth as Jackson breathes a laugh against your thighs, teeth grazing the sensitive skin near your labia. 

“It’s okay, baby. Just do it again for me, hm? While I’m in the same room at least?”

Did he have to be such a fucking brat? You thought “pie” and his attitude would disappear after all of this, but you were sorely mistaken. You opened your mouth to complain.

Jackson pushed your thighs open wider, settling between them and looking up at you from his knees. You squeaked, and the last thing you saw before his face disappeared was that smug grin underneath his pretty brown eyes. 

You learned two lessons very quickly. One: 

Jackson Wang ate pussy like his life depended on it. 

And two, you were immediately jealous of any woman who’d ever had him like this, on his knees between their legs. This should be illegal. 

His tongue slid between your tender pussy lips, expertly finding your clit and daring to flick at it beneath the hood. Your knees did buckle, but he hugged your thighs and kept you upright, taking the opportunity to squeeze and knead at your ass. You reached down and gripped his hair for purchase, tugging, eliciting a groan from him that felt better than any dick you’d ever had. You did it again, and this time he practically sang praises into you—he was literally fucking you with his moans. 

“Jesus fuck, Jackson?” you ask, unable to do much else other than feel and squeak out your needs. His fingers dug into the plushness of your thighs, though one hand slipped beneath your shirt. His thumb grazed over your nipple before gently pinching it, and you were ready to die. 

When he sucked the tender flesh of your clit into his mouth, you stumbled forward, nearly sending him back until he caught you by the waist. You whimper and tug at him to let you go until finally, he pulls away from your cunt, looking far too pleased with shiny lips. He licks them and you fall into his lap, shuddering as you cling to him. 

“That bad, huh? Should I keep my day job?” He teases you gently, one hand cupping the back of your head while the other hugs you tighter. You can still feel his cock straining against his boxers, nearly perfectly aligned as it presses against your ass. 

“S-Shut up, a-asshole,” you stammer out, gripping his shoulders tightly for comfort—or maybe dear life. Jackson chuckles in a way that makes you feel safe and annoyed—because how can he send you to fucking space and then try to convince you it’s all good and dandy with the same mouth?

“You okay baby?” he asks softly. When you nod, he pulls back enough to kiss your temple, though keeps his lips there. You swallow, having a feeling that he wasn’t done with you. Not even close.

“Was it good?” he asks.

“Very c-classy,” you manage to huff, but Jackson only laughs. 

“Mmm. Knew you’d taste good. Knew you’d love me on my knees,” he hums. You shiver, and he moves to your ear, nipping at your lobe. “Knew you’d look so pretty while I eat it.”

You let out a soft whine, your hips rolling into his. You’re spreading your sticky juices along his clothed cock, but he doesn’t seem to mind as he grabs your waist and bites his lower lip. 

“Are you done? Hm? Or can I take you to my room and finish you off?” Jackson asks, tilting his head to kiss below your ear. “Lay you down and hold you open until that pretty clit is nice and swollen…”

“F-Fuck,” you whine, digging your nails into his shoulders. “N-No.”

“M’kay, need me to run you a bath then? I bought some new bath bombs—”

“No I meant…” you breathe, letting your head drop to his shoulder. You were dizzy, but your thoughts had never been more clear. Not necessarily a decision out of desperation, just…it needed to happen. You needed it. 

“I-I don’t want you to eat me out, Jackson,” you say as you swallow. 

You lift your head, relieved to see there’s no frustration in his gaze, no disappointment. God, he’s really just here to make sure you’re happy, safe, comfortable. 

“I want…I want you to fuck me.”

“Why are we in your room?”

“My bed is bigger.”

“When’s the last time you washed your sheets?”

“I don’t know, pie. When’s the last time you washed my sheets?”

You crinkle your nose, but Jackson just rolls his eyes. He drags you onto the bed with him, grabbing a pillow and stuffing it in your face. You sniff, your eyes immediately narrowing. 

“Have you seriously been washing your bedding regularly now under the implication that we’d fuck soon?” you hiss, sitting up to glare at him. He was sprawled out, looking much too happy for your liking.

“Yes,” he says gleefully. You grab the pillow and make an attempt to suffocate him, but he doesn’t fight back, and that’s not very fun. 

Oh yeah! You’re also only wearing his a t-shirt, and he’s only wearing boxers, and his cock is very hard and you’d very much like to put it in your mouth now that you’ve recovered somewhat from his tongue.

“You’re such a boy,” you groan, throwing the pillow back to the headboard. Jackson nods, tugging at the hem of your shirt. 

“Yeah. Take this off and sit on my face please,” he hums, lying back as though preparing to be sacrificed to the thigh smothering gods. 

“How romantic,” you scoff. 

“Come sit on my face so I can make you cry the only way a man should make a woman cry, please~”

“Better.”

With the back and forth out of the way, you can’t bring yourself to smile, pulling your knees to your chest. Jackson sits up, reaching out to take one of your hands in his large one. 

“Hey, no expectations, remember? You wanna stop right now, we’ll stop and never do anything like this again. You want me to finish you off, that’s fine too,” he says, thumb brushing the back of your knuckles. You shake your head. 

“No. I think…I think we should. We need to, I mean, otherwise we’re gonna be in limbo forever. But…” you pause, feeling your eyes burn a little damn it. When you look up at him, his boyish charm is gone, replaced completely by a concerned man who almost looks in love with you. 

“Hm? What is it, pie?” he asks, coaxing you gently. Ugh—why did sex have to be so god damn complicated?

“Promise me,” you say, biting your lower lip as you gather your words. “Promise me if we hate it, if it’s bad, just…stay with me? Like, forever? Please don’t move out? I mean if you have to get married just try to find someone who’s nice enough to let me stay? I’ll do the laundry. We can be like a throuple except you both just have to feed me and nothing else.”

“I love you, y/n.”

“Nevermind, let’s just do it.”

Jackson laughed as you flopped onto your back, though he leaned over you and caught your chin in his hand. You avoided looking at him, but he tilted your head down and pressed his forehead to yours to prevent you from escaping his eyes.

“I know you’re allergic to that word—”

“I am not—”

“But I love you. I love y/n and I love pie and I love the girl who thinks ‘coinkydink’ is an appropriate alternative for ‘coincidence’—”

“It is but okay—”

Jackson rolls his eyes, cupping your cheek under the romantic guise of making you shut up by pressing his thumb to your lips. 

“Do you know why I want to fuck you?” he asks, his voice oddly gentle for such an erotic question. You blink, he lifts his thumb. 

“Um, ‘cause I’m hot?” you offer with a shrug. His thumb goes back to your lips. 

“Yes, but the truth? I want to make love to you but I assumed your reaction to that phrasing would be…”

Jackson lifts his thumb. 

“Cringe?” 

“Correct,” he smiles. “I’m gonna do what I can so the next man you meet has to climb to fucking heaven to reach the lowest bar for you. I’m nowhere near perfect, but I’ll be damned if you leave my bed able to call your best friend and complain that your inner thigh got more action than you did.”

You pout and push his hand away. 

“That was one time,” you mumble. “If sex with you sucks, who am I gonna call? Yugyeom?”

“I dare you to fucking try,” Jackson says, narrowing his eyes. You beam, attempting to boop his nose, but he leans forward and kisses you instead. “If you leave this bed and hate me after, I’ll move out before sunset. And if you want me to l-o-v-e you for the rest of your life, I’ll do that too. I told you, pie. I’m yours.”

You kiss him this time, turning into him and cupping his jaw. Why couldn’t he see that the more of this he showed you, the less you wanted to risk it all disappearing? 

You tilt your head to the side, nuzzling your face against his throat to plant kisses there. He inhales, leg sliding between yours as a hand strokes your hair. 

“Mm…what do you want, y/n?” he asks, groaning when you suck beneath his jaw. 

“Wanna suck you off,” you mumble against his skin, relishing in the heavy groan you feel from him. “Then I want you to fuck me.”

“I can do that,” Jackson nods, licking his lips. You release him and sit up, looking over his stretched out form. He was so fucking gorgeous, and you were in his bed.

You place a hand in the center of his chest, and Jackson sits up on his elbows, his thighs parting eagerly. You giggle, gently kneeing his side. 

“Patience,” you hum, dragging your hand down to his abs, letting your fingertips dip between the muscles. You remembered all those times you fantasized about drawing your tongue against them—realizing you can. So you throw a leg over his, sliding down until you’re hovering over his thighs, face level with his hips. 

One hand rests on the elastic of his boxers while the other palms his abs. You look up at him as you drag your finger through the lines, following the shape of his muscles. He’s tense, but still coherent, so your other hand slides down to palm him again. 

Jackson curses under his breath, eyes never leaving yours. So you lean down and flatten your tongue below his navel. He gasps as you lick down the thin trail of hair that disappears beneath his boxers, kissing the sensitive skin there before moving up again. Jackson whines, and you lift a brow. 

“You’re not being very patient,” you say, kissing his stomach before licking up to his chest. Jackson’s head falls back, one hand moving to your hair. 

“It’s been almost a year, pie,” he groans. “Want this…want you…”

You giggle softly. When you palm him again, curling your fingers around his constricted length, Jackson practically flies off the bed, grabbing your wrist. 

“Baby, I will let you suck my cock until the sun explodes, just…please not now, I’m so fucking close, wanna be inside you…” he breathes. You’re surprised to see his chest flushed and heaving, not having realized how worked up he was over just a few light touches. You swallow and nod.

He smiles in relief, pulling you in for a kiss before sitting up on his knees, gently guiding you back. It’s a little jarring, suddenly being underneath your best friend, but Jackson immediately gives you gentle kisses, whispering your name and promises to make you feel good. You believe him. 

You lie there awkwardly as he reaches over you to the bedside table, removing a foil packet. You feel your cheeks redden, which makes him chuckle, and you mumble a quiet shut up. When he holds the condom packet between his teeth and thumbs the waist of his boxers, you realize that you should probably be naked, too. So you cross your arms over the hem of the t-shirt, tugging it over your head and tossing it to the side. 

The condom drops and bounces off your thigh as Jackson’s lips part in shock.

“What?” you mumble shyly, bringing your arms to your chest. He clears his throat and fumbles for the condom, shaking his head. 

“Nothing. You’re gorgeous. Knew you were, just..." he sucks in air through his teeth.

You blush harder, resisting the urge to tell him to hurry. 

Jackson manages to slide his boxers down to his thighs. His cock, once freed, smacks his toned stomach and you grip the covers at your sides as you watch an enticing bead of precum slide down the shaft. It’s exactly as you’d imagined; a little bigger than average, thick, and so beautifully veiny. God it’d feel so good on your tongue, but later. The idea that, hopefully in the future you could suck his beautiful cock whenever you wanted to, made you happier than you’d ever admit to anyone.

You watch as he rolls the condom down his length, swallowing down your doubts as he drops to his forearms on either side of you. 

“You okay?” he asks, no humor, no teasing, just genuine concern. You nod and lick your lips. 

“Yeah, I’m alright,” you say with a shaky breath. Jackson smiles, leaning forward until your noses bump. The action makes you giggle until you realize he’s fitting your mouths together, and suddenly he’s kissing you. 

It’s gentle and soft, his lips sucking at your lower one but moving no further than that. Your arms move to loosely hang around his shoulders, where both of his slip beneath you. You feel the head of his cock brush over your clit and jump. Jackson chuckles. It happens again, but this time, the swollen head catches against the opening between your folds, and you can already feel the stretch, wriggling your hips as if to wedge him in. 

Jackson begins to push. 

The stretch is slow, heavy, delicious, both of you releasing sounds of relief with eyes rolling back into your skulls as though you’ve both spent four years pretending you don’t want this. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, he squeezes you tight beneath him as he sinks deeper and deeper. At last, his hips meet yours, and Jackson Wang, your best friend, is balls deep inside of you. You squeeze your eyes closed, overwhelmed by the sudden and intense sensations and emotions.

“Are you okay? Feels okay, baby?” he asks softly, clearly restraining himself. You nod, licking your lips. 

“Mhm. It’s good. So good,” you babble. Jackson chuckles, nodding as he kisses you again. It’s sweeter this time, moreso as he begins to slide out. The drag of his cock makes you shudder, and you clamp your thighs tight around his waist. 

“That’s it,” he hums, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “Lock me up inside you, baby. So fucking pretty.”

You purr in response, arching your back. Jackson takes this as a go ahead, pushing himself up to his palms as he begins to fuck you properly. 

You feel your mouth open in shock as he thrusts rhythmically, the switch between emptiness and fullness making your head spin. Every time his hips smack the backs of your thighs, another grunt escapes his mouth, and fuck if you couldn’t listen to that sound for the rest of your life. 

Jackson leans down and kisses you. This time, you make sure it’s not as sweet, sucking his tongue and letting him lick yours. You taste his groan as he bucks heavily, pausing to collect himself. Your legs hook around his waist, heel digging into his lower spine, making him moan. 

“F-Fuck baby, gonna make me come already,” he breathes, letting his head hang down. You smile, cupping his face and pulling him into you. 

“So sensitive,” you purr. Jackson huffs.

“Maybe I shouldn’t,” he hums, wincing at his own sharp thrust. “Maybe I should pull out and leave that gorgeous head to wonder what it’d be like.”

“You won’t,” you reply, calling his bluff. “If I begged you, I bet you’d go raw.”

Jackson surges forward, hands moving behind your knees as he folds you nearly in half. You choke on air and look up at him, wondering why the fuck you've forced yourself to wait for this.

“You don’t have to beg for shit. Don’t fucking tempt me, y/n.”

Your mouth opens at his tone, but he begins to fuck you harder, gripping your form against him as he gives you everything he has. Your whines turn into muffled cries as he tucks your face into his shoulder. 

“Shh…let’s not let the neighbors know I’m finally inside you baby…that’s it, quietly…take it for me, yeah?” he hums, and you whimper, digging your nails into his skin. Your legs bounce uselessly where he holds them in place, giving him room to be flush against your ass each time he bottoms out. 

“Can’t wait for you to let me lick this sweet little cunt until you cry,” he murmurs, leaning back to slip a hand between you. You jump when he immediately finds your clit, index and middle finger repeatedly alternating pressure. He’s a god damned expert, and you feel yourself clenching tight around the obstruction of his cock. 

“Fuck…is that all it takes? You’re squeezing me like a fucking vice, y/n," Jackson groans. “More, baby. That’s it…fuck. So fucking good.”

“J-Jackson,” you huff, squirming beneath the pressure of his weight. “Nng…f-feels so good…”

“Yeah, princess? Just like you've dreamed about?"

Fuck. He always knew, knew you too well, were you made of glass?

"Y-yeah," you whimper, choosing not to lie. "B-Better."

Jackson kisses you again, his hand slowing its movements to match his hips. 

“Show me,” he says roughly, obviously close himself. “I wanna feel you cum, baby. Want my cock shiny and sticky like my tongue was.”

“Mm..don’t stop, ‘m close,” you breathe. You tuck your hands into his hair, tugging at the strands, knowing what kind of response you’d experience. He groans, as expected, though pulls back and pushes your thighs apart. 

He looks down at your cunt swallowing his cock whole as he rubs at your hooded clit, cursing and biting his lip. Your cheeks flush despite everything, and when his eyes flicker to your face—you’re not sure what to call that expression if not love. 

You want him to cum first. You bring his hand away from your clit and up to your lips, kissing the wet pads of his fingers before slipping them into your mouth. Jackson lets out a high pitched noise that you can’t wait to tease him over later as he watches you suck them. 

He swallows and leans forwards, pulling your fingers away from your mouth to kiss you. You think it’s an accident, the intimacy, but the kiss is soft, so soft that he stops thrusting and you stop trying to make him cum, so soft that you’re suddenly crying and hugging him and apologizing for being a fucking idiot. 

“Hey, ‘s okay baby, I’m here,” he whispers, his own eyes wet. “Stop crying, y/n. I’m right here. I’m yours. I’ll still be yours tomorrow. Shh...”

“I’m so fucking sorry,” you breathe, burying your head against his throat despite the fact that his cock is kissing the opening of your cervix currently. “I was scared, Jackson, so fucking scared, I-I think I loved you so much that I scared myself into thinking I couldn’t.”

“Huh?” he asks, knowing damn well what you said according to the stupid grin on his face. You roll your eyes, using the back of your hand to wipe at your tears. 

“I said I love you, asshole,” you whisper, sniffling. “And ‘m not gonna say it again.”

“Okay,” he chuckles, pulling your hands down to wipe your tears himself. “Fine. I’ll just memorize the way you sound when you say it and play it over and over until we live in a nursing home together."

"You roll your eyes, smiling through the teariness. Only you would cry in the middle of sex, but Jackson seemed to love this, taking it as your not-so-silent confession. 

He eventually shifts again, making you shudder despite the fact that he was only getting comfortable. He prepares to ask—you already know—want me to stop? So you shake your head before he gets the words out. 

“I want it, you know, without,” you say instead, shyly looking up at him from your elbows. Jackson looks a little confused, and you sigh, gesturing around as if that’s helpful at all. “You know. Without.”

“I have no idea what you’re saying, pie—”

“I’m saying I want you to fuck me, and then I want you to tell me you love me so I can say it back without dying, and then I want to go to the pharmacy with you and get plan b even though I’m on birth control because we’d make cute babies but I wanna wait like 10 years probably. So, like, without? If you want?”

You finish your monologue, your cheeks burning hot. You flop to your back and cover your face, once again forgetting about the cock buried inside of you. Jackson doesn’t, of course.

“Are you asking me to hit it raw—”

“Must you be so unromantic—”

“Shut up and c’mere,” he mumbles. He leans down, pulling you up enough to kiss you. You feel him shuffling between you, embarrassed by the gasp that slips out when he pulls back. Jackson smirks. There’s a snap of rubber and he winces as he removes the condom, tossing it into his desk trash can. 

“Easy, baby. He’ll be back,” he chuckles. 

“I’m actually going to kill you,” you groan. But then he’s pushing into you again, and fuck if the look on his face doesn’t make you want to buy a first class ticket to hell. 

“Fucking…jesus…baby…” he gasps. You giggle, though he just pushes you back to hide the apparent blush on his cheeks. 

“That bad huh?” you mock him, feeling him bottom out, completely. He curses and dips his head to kiss you, but it’s messy and desperate and feeds the fire that’s been burning inside of you for too long. 

“So fucking…nng…so fucking pretty,” he says with a sharp snap of his hips. You gasp, clinging to his shoulders as he leans down. He kisses you again, hard, palms flattening on the bed on either side of your hips. He uses the leverage to fuck you harder, leaning over you until you’re pinned beneath him. 

“D-Didn’t know it’d turn you into an animal,” you giggle breathlessly, hand fisting his hair. He groans and tilts his head to the side. 

“You turn me into a fucking animal, baby,” Jackson grunts. “Makes me…makes me want to do stupid things, like fuck you without a condom and cum so deep the pill doesn’t do shit to stop it—”

“Jackson—”

“You said it first. Still gonna make you swallow the pill with my cum dripping down your thighs.”

You squeak and tug him down for a filthy kiss, tongues barely missing the mark as his thrusts become loose and sloppy. He’s fucking himself dumb, gripping the sheets and whining against your mouth like a dog. 

“G-Gotta make you cum. Gotta make it good for you,” he breathes, reaching between you. You pull his hand away, shaking your head. He begins to argue but you squeeze your thighs around his waist, making him shudder and stumble. He falls against you, cursing into your hair as he continues his thrusts. 

“Want you to cum first,” you whisper, hugging him tight. “Want you to fill me up like you said, so fucking deep—"

He groans, leaning on you and thrusting heavy as he snaps his hips forward. His speed remains the same, but you can hear the sound of his hips meeting your ass like he's trying to bury himself in you indefinitely.

"T-That's...fuck..." you whimper, nodding. "Good, that's good."

“Ah…ah…” Jackson whines, shaking his head. “F-Fuck, baby…gonna cum, is that…is that okay? Fucking…ah…c-can I cum?”

Oh. Oh.

You were going to explore this later, him asking permission to cum. But not now. 

“Please, Jax. Please cum for me, in me?” you beg softly. “Promise, I’ll take it so good."

“Fuck, I know you will, princess. Know you’ll take it all so good for me…so perfect, so fucking beautiful…all mine, baby…”

Jackson clings to you so tight you have trouble breathing, but you feel him shudder, hear him gasp, and you squeeze him back just as much. He releases a sob into your hair, his muscles tensing as he cums hard. You feel his cock pulsing, the warmth spreading inside of you, and realize with a start that you’re feeling his actual cum seeping into your womb. 

You rub his back for a few minutes while he recovers, until he finally sits up and hisses at the sensitivity of his softening cock still buried in you. When he tugs away, it’s your turn to gasp, shivering at the cool emptiness you feel. 

“Was that okay?” he asks quietly, hands pushing your thighs apart. You nod. 

“Yeah, ‘s good. What are you—shit.”

Jackson knelt between your legs, lips first kissing your clit before he sucks it into his mouth. You all but scream, trying to clamp your legs together, but his easy strength prevents that. 

“F…Jackson...fuck, w-what are you doing?” you whimper again, trying to push yourself up to look at him. He uses a hand on the soft of your belly, pushing you back down. He pops off of your clit, free hand taking over the strokes. 

“My babygirl didn’t cum. I’m gonna make sure she does,” he explains as though it’s the simplest thing in the world. 

“B-But you…your cum…”

“Mhm, keep reminding me,” he moans, tongue slipping beneath the hood of your clit while two long fingers prod at your sore hole. You wince, but he slowly eases them in, his own cum working as lube. Rather than move them, he holds them there, gently stroking inside of your walls while he laps freely between your labia. 

In a frighteningly short amount of time, you’re coming off the bed (literally) with a cry of surprise, mumbling his name over and over again as though he could save you from the crushing pleasure you felt. Your thighs clamped around his head, though he made no move to escape, apparently right where he wanted to be as it allowed him to continue sucking and licking the sensitive bundle of nerves until your legs trembled violently. 

It stole your breath, and you saw stars, mixed in a few moments later with a boyish grin and someone peppering your face with kisses. It was the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had, definitely if you were comparing him to other men. Well. There was no comparison. 

You could only imagine how it'd feel with his cock as deep as it was. Next time. You'd suck his cock, cum on it...maybe make him beg to do the same.

Jackson is patient enough to wait until you’ve mostly returned to your body before he smugly proclaims that he was right, the sex was great, and you owe him a backrub (don’t you usually have to make bets to win them in the first place?) but whatever, because you were fucked out and your boy was happy and probably planning your wedding. 

But once you attempted to sit up, wincing at the soreness of keeping your legs open, Jackson kissed you sweetly and urged you to lie down again. He left for a few minutes, returning with boxers (darn it) and a bottle of water, which he forced you to sip whilst he ran you a bath. 

You were helped down the hall, feeling like a frail old lady after you insisted you could do it—and had to catch yourself by the doorframe as you walked like a baby deer. You informed him it wasn’t polite to laugh at people you’ve nearly fucked to death, regretting your words immediately as a somehow cocky Jackson became even cockier. 

He guided you into the bath, telling you to relax while he ran to the pharmacy. Before he left though, he knelt beside the tub, fingers tapping at the lava-like water you were soaking in.

“Do you like the smell?” he asks, resting his chin on his fist. You nod, letting your fingers find his and trying to pull them beneath the water. He compromised by pulling yours out, kissing the back of your knuckles. “Good. It’s strawberry scented.”

“Fucking me doesn’t make my bath bombs free real estate,” you say pointedly.

“Fucking me doesn’t make my clothes free real estate.”

You open your mouth, then purse your lips. 

“Touche.”

“I have something to ask,” he sighs, resting his lips on your hand. “It’s really important.”

Oh god. What. 

“Yeah?” you ask, your voice shaky. Jackson grins. 

“Just…did you like my cream, pie?”

You stare at him for a few seconds, contemplating the last hour and four years of your life. “I want a divorce.”

“I love you.”

“How…how long have you thought of that joke?” you ask. You didn’t really want to know the answer.

“Um…about 20 seconds after I called you pie for the first time? Not with you of course.”

“Well why in the god damn hell not with me!?”

“I mean? Yes with you?”

“Creep.”

“I love you.”

“I still want a divorce.”

“I still love you.”

“Nng.”

“That means I love you in worm?”

“...Yeah.”

“Heh~”

“Hey Jackson?”

“Mm?”

“Your lil sperms might be kinda fast? So like? Maybe leave now? I do love you but I will not have your babies right now?”

“Oh. Yeah. Be right back. Try not to make a baby with those in the meantime, they’re not ripe yet, you know?”

"...Hurry."

[morgana-larkin]

Alright, here's the next chapter of Just Tired! It's mostly in Melissa's POV. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

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Just Tired - Part 29

Warnings: Manipulative relationship (Sorta mentioned), Angry Mel

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“Can’t you drive any faster?” Melissa asks Gerald as Melissa would be too distracted to drive herself so she woke up Barb and Gerald.

“Not without breaking any laws.” Gerald tells her.

“Melissa, I know Y/n means a lot to you but you need to calm down just a bit.” Barb tells her.

“How can I stay calm when she was just in a car accident?” Melissa says, visibly terrified. She then starts playing with the fidget bracelet you gave her and she takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, trying to relax.

5 minutes later Gerald pulls up to the front and Melissa bolts out, Barb follows after her as Gerald goes to park somewhere. She walks up to the front desk person.

“Hi, where would I find Y/n Y/l/n?” She asks them as she taps the counter nervously. The front desk person typed a few things before looking up and gave the information to Melissa. Melissa quickly went in the direction the woman told her with Barb right behind her. Melissa finally got to your room and was about to go in when she was stopped.

“Excuse me, but unless you’re family then you’re not allowed in.” A doctor told her.

“I’m Melissa, her emergency contact.” Melissa told him.

“Melissa?” She hears as a woman walks toward her. “I’m Doctor Emily Brown, we talked on the phone.” Emily tells Melissa.

“Can I see her?” Melissa asks.

“Of course, I’m afraid your friend here will have to wait out here.” She says as she looks at Barb.

“That’s alright, I understand, I’ll just sit in the waiting room.” Barb tells her. 

Melissa is led inside your room and sees a bunch of wires strapped to you and something in your mouth to help you breathe and a tear falls down Melissa’s cheek. Melissa walks up to you and tucks some hair behind your ear before holding your hand.

“She would hate to have hair on her face.” Melissa says with a dry chuckle and Emily nods.

“The police officers says that the man who hit her, his brakes stopped working. It was a terrible accident, but luckily both of them are alive. The man saw her coming and honked his horn and she was able to turn enough so he didn’t hit her dead on.” Emily explains. More tears stream down Melissa’s face as she looks at the scratches on you. 

“Is she going to be ok?” Melissa finally asks.

“We don’t know for certain but she isn’t in a coma, but she isn’t waking up. The first 48 hours after an accident like this are critical.” Emily explains to her and Melissa nods. “Are you two close?” She then asks and Melissa nods.

“We love each other.” Is all Melissa says and places a gentle kiss on your hand. 

“I will make sure that you're the first we call if anything changes and you’re welcome to come and visit her at any time you want.” Emily says.

“Thank you.” Melissa tells her and Emily nods before she leaves the room. “Y/n, I’m so sorry this happened to you. But I need you to heal and get better for me.” Melissa tells your sleeping body. “I don’t want to live my life without you in it, hon.” 

10 minutes later Melissa emerges from your room and goes to sit next to Barb.

“How is she?” Barb asks her.

“She’s healing.” Melissa says with sadness.

“She’s alive.” Barb tells her.

“For now, but they’re not sure if she’ll make it or not.” Melissa tells her. 

“I have faith she’ll make it.” Barb tells her gently. “Let’s go home and get some rest. Call Ava tomorrow morning and tell her what happened.” Barb says and gently gets her to stand up and walk out of the hospital. 

At Barb’s house Melissa is sitting on her bed, looking at a picture of you and her that she had framed last week. It was the picture of your first date with her and you both have your tongues out. That night Melissa fell asleep with the picture frame held close to her chest.

Barb woke her up as her alarm was going off and Melissa wasn’t turning it off. Melissa opens her eyes to see Barb above her with her phone.

“You weren’t turning it off, you should probably call Ava and tell her that you and Y/n won’t be there today.” Barb says as she gives her her phone.

“What? I’m going today.” Melissa says.

“You won’t be able to concentrate today. The best thing for you is to stay here or go visit Y/n at the hospital. You can go to work tomorrow but let all this sink in first.” Barb says. “Gerald is home staying home today, maybe he can take you to the hospital to visit Y/n.” Barb adds gently but Melissa gets up angrily and goes to get an outfit.

“Go to the hospital to what? Stare at her sleeping body and hope she doesn’t die?” Melissa shouts. “No fucking way I’m doing that! I’m going to work and then I’ll visit Y/n after.” She says as she makes her way to the bathroom and slams the door shut.

“Oh this is going to be a long day.” Barb says to herself.

Melissa ended up calling Ava after she got dressed to let her know what happened to you. On the way to work, Barb kept glancing at Melissa on the drive. Melissa kept noticing her glances but chose to ignore all of them. Melissa and Barb enter the breakroom and sees Jacob and Janine talking and she takes a deep breath before she walks up to them.

“Hey, wanted to let you kids know that Y/n was in a car accident last night. She’s alive but not awake. They’re only accepting me and family to visit her right now but I can keep you both informed of her progress.” Melissa tells them and sees both their mouths are open in shock.

“What? What happened to her?” Janine asks and Melissa has a short fume today.

“What do you fucking think? Are you dense? Another car hit her!” Melissa yells and Barb grabs her shoulders and brings her to the couch to watch the news and calm down.

“Calm down Melissa, they didn’t do anything.” Barb tells her gently. 

“Yes, they have, they’re annoying.” Melissa says sternly before she crosses her arms and leans back on the couch.

“Just don’t lash out on your students.” Barb says and Melissa whips her head at her.

“You think I’d lash out at my students?” Melissa asks loudly and stands up. “I would never do that!” Melissa snaps before storming out of there.

“Lord give me strength.” Barb says while looking up.

Melissa does end up not lashing out at any of her students, she saves it all for Janine, Jacob and Barb. She even yelled at Ava when she came into the breakroom at lunch for coffee, Melissa said she “deserved it for being stupid”. 

Barb drives Melissa to the hospital after school and Melissa walks in your room and sees you’re just the same as yesterday. The nurses told her that nothing happened all night and day to which she was relieved to hear. Melissa sets her purse on the table at the end of your bed before she sits in the chair and lets out a big breath. 

“Hey Y/n, since you weren’t there at school today I’ll tell you everything that happened.” Melissa tells you and goes into an explanation of what she did today, how your students are, and how she yelled at everyone. “And at lunch I yelled at Ava for taking all the sugar, but it seems like she has more sugar than caffeine in that cup, so I yelled at her and told Barb she’s stupid so she deserves it. You might have laughed if you were there. But when you wake up and return to work then you’ll be able to see all my antics again, maybe cause a few with me, or even tell me when I’ve crossed a line. But to do any of those then you need to get better.” Melissa says as she grabs your right hand. “Your left hand is in a cast as the other driver hit you on the left side, and your left leg is also in a cast. When you wake up then I’ll take care of you until you can take care of yourself, if you wake up. No, when you wake up. You’ll wake up as there’s so much you need to do, a whole life ahead of you. There’s still so many girls you haven’t kissed, so many things we have to do together, many students to teach, many things we can do to annoy Barb. This weekend I was thinking of bringing you to the museum of art, you’ll love it. You need to wake up so we can go there and look at all the artwork that they have. And in 3 weeks I move back into my house and I need your help with the decorating, making it my own. And when I move back in I’m gonna invite you over and make whatever you want and actually sit at the dinner table to eat. I honestly don’t know how you sit on the couch and eat and yet don’t cover it in plastic, maybe I can do it with my own couch, cover it in plastic.” Melissa says and looks at you. “I’m gonna come to visit you everyday, don’t worry.” She tells you before she presses a kiss on your hand.

Melissa gets home and goes straight to cooking something to take her mind off things. She ends up making 2 different meals for the week and 3 different desserts to eat. She cooks until it’s time for bed as she tries keeping herself distracted. Barb ends up coming in to keep her company as she cooks.

“My meatballs and chicken parm are something that Y/n really loves. I’m making it for her for when she wakes up.” Melissa tells Barb.

“Has anyone told her roommate what’s going on?” Barb suddenly asks and Melissa freezes. Melissa immediately calls Hallie to tell her what’s going on before she goes back to cooking.

At night, Melissa looks at the picture you took yesterday at school at lunch of you both in your costumes. The hospital gave her your things and your phone was one of them, and you trusted her enough to tell her your phone passcode. You took the picture after you playfully put the handcuffs on her for “being too sexy in her costume”. Melissa wipes the tear that falls down her cheek before she lays down and decides to look at some other pictures you’ve taken. To Melissa’s surprise, half of them are of her, ones she didn’t even know you took of her. She’s just doing normal things, like cooking, talking with Barb, reading something on her phone with her glasses on, her ordering her hoagie on Sunday. 

“You’re such a little sneakster.” Melissa says with a smile before she puts your phone down and goes to sleep.

True to her word, Melissa visits you everyday and tells you about her day and things she thought of that she wants to do with you. She ended up giving Janine and Jacob a few servings of the meals she made before it goes bad. She gave Jacob, Janine and Hallie updates when there was any, like your arm and leg are healing. On Saturday she ended up buying a flower vase and a bouquet of your favourite flowers. She brought it to your room and put the vase on the table beside your bed after putting water in it. She put the flowers in all neatly and put the fidget bracelet that you now wear on the table as well, for when you wake up. 

After the first week, she starts bringing a book to read to you, usually the book that she read to her students that day, and she uses the same funny voices that she uses with her students as well. When the flowers die, she buys you more of the same to replace the dead ones. When she leaves, instead of a kiss on the hand goodbye, she now gives you a kiss on the cheek.

On Sunday of the second week, she finishes reading Peter Rabbit, as you have to know the story before doing the project in a few months. She packs the book in her purse and grabs your hand.

“I have to go now but I’ll be back tomorrow after school to read you something else, I promise.” She tells you and she goes to give you a kiss on the cheek but changes her mind and gives you a kiss on the lips instead. “Good night, Y/n.” She tells you and she goes to place your hand back down but then she feels a small movement. She freezes and looks at you and waits a few seconds but nothing happens. She thinks it’s just her imagination and goes to let go of your hand but then you tap her hand gently with your finger and she looks at your hand and sees you do the movement again. “Y/n?” She asks and you groan before you slowly open your eyes. “Y/n!” Melissa exclaims happily as she sees you awake.

“Me-melissa?” You say, throat dry. 

“Ya, I’m right here, hon. Here have some water.” She tells you as she brings a small cup of water to your mouth and you take a few sips.

“Thank you.” You say after you’ve had enough. “Where am I? What happened?” You ask her.

“You’re in the hospital, you were in a car accident on the way home from the bar.” Melissa explains to you. “I should go get the doctor so she can look you over.” Melissa tells her and she goes to get Doctor Brown. “She’s awake.” Melissa tells her and Emily follows her in there with a nurse. 

They check you over and ask you a few questions to make sure you don’t have any memory issues and tell you about your injuries.

“Melissa said that she’d be willing to look over you after you get out, are you comfortable with that?” Emily asks you and you nod.

“Of course, she’s my best friend.” You tell the doctor and Melissa smiles at you referring her as your best friend.

“Alright, well we’ll keep you here for a few days just to make sure and if there’s no complications then you should be good to go home by Friday or Saturday.” Emily tells you and you nod.

“Thank you.” You tell them. “Can I actually get something to eat? I’m starving.” You ask her and she nods.

“I’ll see that you have some food delivered to you straight away.” She tells you. “Was there anything else you need or any questions?” She asks and you shake your head. Her and the nurse then leave and you're left alone with Melissa who was holding your hand the entire time.

“What are you smiling at?” You ask her and she sits down in the chair while still holding your hand.

“I didn’t know I was your best friend.” Melissa says and you chuckle.

“Well what else would you be?” You ask her and she shrugs.

“I’m also happy to see you awake and hearing your voice again.” She tells you.

“Is it true that I’ve been asleep for 2 weeks?” You ask her and she nods.

“It’s November 13 today.” She tells you and you widen your eyes. “But you’re awake now which is all that matters.” She adds and you nod your head while still processing it. “Also it was interesting that you woke up after I gave you a kiss on the lips. If I knew you were sleeping beauty then I would have given you one 2 weeks ago.” She jokes and you laugh.

“Did you really?” You ask her and she nods.

“I’ve been giving you kisses on your hand or your cheek, but today I was going to leave and decided to kiss your lips.” She admits and you hum. You then look over and see your phone, fidget bracelet and your favourite flowers beside you on the table.

“How many times have you visited me?” You ask her.

“I came here everyday after school and was here for the whole afternoon on the weekends.” She admits and then there was a knock at the door.

“Come in.” You say. A man enters the door and is carrying a tray with food on it.

“Hi, did you request food?” He asks you and you nod.

“Yes, I’m starving.” You tell him with a smile. Melissa makes room on the table beside you and the man puts the tray there. “Thank you.” You tell him happily and he smiles at you before he leaves. “Looks like some soup.” You say as you look.

“Well that’s probably the best as you haven’t eaten in 2 weeks. Easy on your stomach.” She says and you nod. Melissa holds the bowl for you as you’re left arm is broken and you take a bite.

“It’s not bad, you’d make it better though.” You say as you take another bite and she laughs.

“Probably.” She tells you with a smile.

“Do you have to go?” You ask her before you take another bite and she shakes her head.

“I was gonna go have dinner but I can get something on the first floor. I don’t want to leave now that you’re awake.” She says and you smile. Melissa does end up getting a burger and fries on the first floor and eats it in your room. You steal a fry and she does a gasp but lets you steal a few of them.

“Are you just gonna steal all of my fries?” She asks after you steal your fifth one.

“Maybe. I was asleep for 2 weeks, I need food.” You tell her and she rolls her eyes.

“I hope you don’t end up using that as an excuse every time you steal food from me.” She tells you and you smile as you steal another fry. “I should have gotten some for you.” She says and you giggle.

“They taste much better when I steal them from you though.” You say and she sticks her tongue out at you and you laugh. You end up stealing half her fries and she just lets you as it makes you happy and the fact that you’re eating is a good thing.

“If you go home on Saturday then I’d be back in my house and you can stay there if you want.” She offers and you nod. “I read the agreement last week that we both had to sign, I get the house and all its furniture. The only thing he can take is his clothes and toiletries.” She tells you and you smile.

“So you were here everyday?” You ask her and she nods. “And you brought flowers?” You ask.

“Yep, your favourite ones.” She says. “For when you wake up.” She adds.

“You’re very sweet, and I can’t believe you visited everyday.” You tell her.

“Well why wouldn’t I?” She asks and you shrug.

“Well you do have a life and I’m sure you’ve gotten asked out on dates.” You tell her.

“I did, I just declined all of them. Besides, since you’ve been in my life, we pretty much see each other everyday, and not just because our classrooms are across the hall from each other.” She says and you hum.

“Good point.” You tell her and she takes a sip from the can of coke she got with the meal. “Can I have a sip?” You ask her and she passes it to you.

“I mean you stole half my fries so why not my drink.” She jokes and you smile as you take a sip.

“And my body thanks you for the fries and coke.” You say and she chuckles.

“You’re such a goof, I missed you.” She tells you and you grab her hand.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You tell her and she leans forward and kisses you. She pulls back after a second with wide eyes.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have I just-” She starts to apologise but you grab her shirt and pull her back in to kiss her again. “I missed you so much.” She says before she kisses you again.

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[kanejlover729]

hello! ive made this post before but i have some updates to make:))

i'm a six of crows fanfic author who would really appreciate it if you checked out some of my stuff!! VERY FAIR WARNING, I DON'T HAVE A POSTING SCHEDULE AND UPDATES HAVE BEEN KNOWN TO BE FEW AND FAR BETWEEN. but i'm trying!!

my AO3 username is canard729 :)

some random things about my writing that might need to be considered? possibly? idk =

- for every modern!AU i do, the crows are british :) incase that matters to anyone lol

- i write kaz as autistic no matter the AU or story premise! this mostly doesn't affect the story in any way, unless it's specifically about that, as it's just how i write him :P

- i will NEVER write smut!! i'm a minor, the crows are all minors!! not happening!! soc smut is gross. i WILL, however, write like anything else (fluff, angst, AUs, romance, etc)

- i don't write (and won't write unless it's past & one-sided kazper for plot/angst reasons) ships that vary from canon, so anything that isn't kanej, helnik, or wesper. that's just how i roll, sorry! no hate to multishippers 🫶

NOW, here's a list of the fics i do have, their "status", their premise :)

1. the feeding ground - a vampire!AU heist plotline! ongoing, unknown number of chapters to come, currently has 6 chapters!

2. she checks my king til i mate – a modern!AU chess club set in a secondary school (british highschool)! ongoing, unknown number of chapters to come, currently has 3 chapters

3. don't know what i wanted, i have a memory (back at that party, i was all over her) – a modern!AU kanej meet-cute oneshot ♡

4. drowning was drowning. – a canon timeline kanej (sorta, it's there but it's not the focus) oneshot, with a lot of angst and whump! i recommend reading the tags before giving it a go xx

5. when kaz brekker cannot handle change – a canon timeline kaz-centric silly oneshot in which ketterdam is starting to industrialise and he can't keep up for the life of him. and the crows think its so funny

6. je te laisserai des mots (i will leave you words) - a modern!AU kanej oneshot formatted as a voicenote! 1/1 chapters

7. the LEAF project - a fostercare!AU kaz-centric fic! dormant, i probably won't pick it back up. has 4 chapters, unfinished

8. six of crows groupchats <3 – a modern!AU chatfic! dormant, but a remake is currently being considered! 2 chapters, unfinished

9. kaz's second home is the first aid room – a modern!AU kaz-centric pretty angsty school fic! discontinued, only one chapter. it was my first work so i didnt have a plot or plan or anything, hence i never went back to it :p

if you're still reading, thank you so much!! please go check me out on A03 ♡♡

[libraartz]

Come on Y'all 😐

Warning: Minor spoilers I'll try not to spoil too much

I don't usually made posts like this but I need to get this off my chest. This is about MHA Volume 42 ending. Yall... Omg bro... Yall gotta be shitting me man... I tryna say I'm genuinely dissapointed, not in the ending, but in the fucking fandom bro... Like are yall joking right now? In case you don't know MHA's newest volume has some additonal pages and Horikoshi changed up the ending some you know and what do I see. People complaining about the ending AGAIN and breaking down about the ships. Mostly BakuDeku fans. This is no shade to any shippers since I do multiships on my AO3 as well as rare-pairs so no hate to a lot of yall. But I'm honestly dissappointed in yall because ever since those leaks yall have been going ballistic... As in BALLISTIC on twitter and TikTok. I don't have twitter (And never will) But I've been seeing some screenshots on Tiktok and I just let out a huge sigh. Don't worry I know it ain't all of yall cuz some of yall are chill but I'm sill dissapointed.

People are saying IzuOcha (That's suppose to be implied idk but I'll get to the idk part) are going to ruin Ochako's character development, this that and the third. SOME (if it don't apply let it fly) of yall are some of the most agitating, delusional people I've ever seen bro. It's just like 2021-2022 all over again and now I'm seeing some toxic bakudeku d0x and send threats to people and it hasn't even been a full 24-48 hours. Yall do relize that even if it becomes cannon yall can still ship BakuDeku right? Cuz now yall are setting yourselves back and making the fandom look worse than it already is and stuff like this is why I do my thing on my teeny tiny tumblr and Ao3 account to stay away from yall.

And another thing it's about the hero rankings part (Some spoilers!!!) . I'm seeing people, mostly Bakugo fans complain about Bakugo being 15 in the charts and I'm see a whole bunch of hate towards Monoma and Shoji because they're on the top 10... Yall are some of the most illiterate mfs I've ever seen 😐. Like did we even read the same manga and watch the same anime? Shoji is number 9 (and rightfully so my underrated king, as you mf should 😤✊🏽) because he's like the symbol of peace for heteromorphs. He literally stopped THOUSANDS of heteromorphs from storming the hospital and doing something that would of possibly resulted in bloodshed and set them back three decades at like 16 years old. There was a small panel in chapter 430 where Shoji was shaking hands with some dude (I'll find the link) but it was like a huge deal since the guy was a huge goverment deal (idk but yall know what I mean), Shoji was like idk 17-18. Since his debute he's been doing all he could for hetermorph communities and at 24 he was awarded the Imamura Peace Prize. AS HE MF SHOULD! So ntm on him 🙄✋🏽. And for Monoma, who's grown on me... Ngl I actually like his character now, he was bullied for his quirk and he was told he was sidekick material, basically putting him down since quirks like his are not that recognized. So now that he made it to no. 10 maybe he's able to show young kids with quirks like his that they can do it. Same with Shoji, he's a huge impact on the heteromorph community. Plus they've both gotten stronger during those 8 years.

Now for Bakugo's situation. In Chapter 430 Aizawa told Deku that Bakugo was lowered on the rankings AGAIN because he was cussing out the reporters... Yall he's still able to rise again and plus if he's low now, just IMAGINE what he'd rank if his past of bullying came to light. And remember, Hawks is now a leader of the HPSC, that's in charge of the rankings so he also plays a huge part of how the rankings changed. The ranking's aren't' just about power, it's about popularity and how the heros impact the fans in a way. Like yall need to use yall brains and have some sort of media literacy. Now am I dissapointed Ochaco and Tsu wasn't in the top 20 at least? Sorta but they still have the chance to get higher.

Now please go eat something, drink some water, touch some grass, take a deep breath and calm down. Horikoshi changed the ending only for yall not to be satisfied and people saying that this could be ai is honestly dissapointing considering the about of time and work Horikoshi put into this. This is just like when people were misinterpreting chapter 430 and spreading misinformation and it's happening again. Yall are not satisfied with nothing and I'm starting to see why alot of people don't fw a lot of yall. Like yall seriously need to do the fuck better.

PS: Those who read my AO3, look out for updates on my fics I just trying to juggle school with writing but I should be uploading soon :D

[sw33tl1es]

The order is bc im trying to make this look aesthetically pleasing, not about which ship i like more (except for oumota being first)

(Banners made by @danganronpa-shipping-galore)

Sorta of in depth explanations

1) Oumota: it was literally made in a factory for me, they have everything i want in a ship

Rivals to lovers, narrative foils, an extremely doomed dinamic that could be different if they weren't in such a dire situation, height and size difference and above everything they have such an immense chemistry, muah perfect

Literally so much to play with

2)Saimaki, i started shipping them as a joke but i started to love them so much! I love the kind of bond they must have after losing Kaito and surving the killing game, very codependent i think

But besides that, i wish they played their talents more in canon, because i find the detective x assasin concept to have so much potential (especially considering both of them arent the biggest fans of their talents iirc lol) theres an au i have which plays on that.

3) Kaemugi, doomed toxic Yuri, I love to play on the idea for Kaede having a sorta crush on Tsumugi just for her to turn around and betray her THAT badly, framing her for Rantaro's death

I love the forgiveness but even the necessary resentment (in vr!au), i also love to explore both of them being guilty for what happened to Rantaro (Kaede still planned it) and feels like you could do something very interesting with them in protag!Kaede au!

4)Kiirumi; not my favorite by any means, I find their canon interactions cute

And i like to think about pregame!Kiibo knowing Pregame!Miu and pontentially be her only friend (this is self indulgent, ik) plus inventor x robot slaps.

5)Komaegi, obligatory i haven't finished sdr2 nor watched dr3 so this is mostly self indulgent fun and idk why this dinamic compels me so much

I love how Nagito is designed to be a deconstruction of how out beloved protagonist, i love how they technically started the same (lucky students) but took such different paths, i think you can do a lot with them! Especially considering Nagito obsession with hope...

6) Naegamigiri, favorite poly ship ever, i think they all have such chemistry with each other is insane (yes, even togami/kirigiri but i ship them in a queerplatonic way) they are the married throuple¿ ever and im just so attached to them

7)chimondo, oh boy lots to say about this one but honestly theres a lot of very specific headcanons that i'm kinda afraid to delve into, so i all i will say is that they are cute and it personally breaks my heart how they were (seemingly) friends before the killing game 🫡 i usually ship them together with Taka but i admit I got lazy finding the ship name.

8)komahinanami, differently from the other antag/protag/support ship, this is more that ship both Hinanami and Komahina and I dont want to pick and choose, i love komanami explicitly only as friends

And especially in my au (which is my vr!au but im trying to also fit all the lore from the other games together, its a lot but i hope one day i find the confidence to talk about it), thinking about those three interacting together with all that happened just </3 makes me both happy and extremely sad, gotta finish the game and watch the anime so im sure its gonna hurt a lot

9) Sakuraoi, this is one of these ships that stuck with me a lot, I find them genuinely one of the best written relationships of Thh and chapter 4 as a whole is never gonna not gonna make me tear up

I also, love personally to have a character like Aoi which is usually very good and friendly have such a big emotional reaction that shes open to the idea of killing everyone and herself for the sake of Sakura, i love how DR never hesitates to make their character have big emotional responses that are sometimes extremely harmful like this one. I like an Aoi that has a type of grief that gets so revengeful shes willing to go lengths she'd never would otherwise.

10) Kaemaki, I admit this is for aesthetical purpose and bc Kaede personality wise reminds me of my oc that i ship with Maki

im sorry i had to have 10 ships and i mostly have platonic ships in this fandom

Its very surface level, i think it could have gotten more interesting if we had protag!Kaede and support!Maki :')) maybe they could have helped each other.

[graylinesspam]

On the topic of writing. Writing everything. Building the skill purely through work. Is that of all the skills i've learned over the course of writing Sleeping Habits, how to write sleep into a story without it being one of those, and then they fell asleep so that i can get to the next day already, transitions that mark bad fanfiction and early european folklore, is one of the strangest skills.

Sleeping is such a mortal human thing to need. And including it in your stories can make it a powerful tool of storytelling. But it has to be yeilded correctly. Sleeping Habits started with the idea that i wanted to specifically throw around headcannons about Ahsoka's sleeping patterns. It had been a topic on my mind for a while. Mostly because sleeping in a military camp sucks.

But by the time the actual sleeping had sorta fallen out of the spotlight of the plot, i'd already decided that every chapter has to include it in order to remain on theme. Sometimes when finishing up a chapter i have to go back and make sure that at least one character was depicted as having slept. Because i will genuinky forget. NOT because it's wedged in there. The opposite really. The sleeping in sleeping habits is less about the act of it and more about what ever instance of unconsciousness symbolizes.

It started as a way to make obvious Ahsoka's differing needs as someone so whole different from the rest of the 501st. Then it represented connection between chsracters. Then it represented vulnerability, the choice to lower ones sheilds.

Every time someone is sleeping i have to ask my self why? What purpose does the sleeping serve? What does it represent? And further what does it mean?

If Ahsoka sleeps curled against Rex's chest in ch 8, that represents a close bond and trust. (And I was not subtle about pointing it out. Not all symbolism needs to be subtle). Then avoiding sleep in ch. 16+17 represents a disconnect. A rejection of that closeness, a distance.

If sleeping in ch.5 when injured in the desert represented physical vulnerability, then waking early to sit with the night watch in ch.9 represents protection, guardianship.

When Anakin sleeps he keeps an eye on Ahsoka in the force. Feels for her preasance to make sure she is near. Thats guardianship, vigilance, paranoia, overprotectiveness.

When Shaak Ti shares her nest with Ahsoka that is kinship. And when she sleeps all day most days, thats derealization. Ignoring the thruth around her. Disconnecting.

When consciousness is lost reluctantly that's weakness. When its lost suddenly, thats violence.

Sleep can be so many things to so many people in different circumstances. It can open a chapter with a lulled calm feeling. Or end a chapter on a sad consoling note. It can raise or lower the stakes. It can heal and it can fester.

But most importantly it should always feel like it belongs.

I've gotten a thousand+ people to read about people sleeping over the course of like four years. 22 chapters and they arent bored yet.

Everything in your sotry sets the scene. Everything means something.

[captainremmington-13]

A Lady Made of Snow

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own The Hunger Games franchise, the images above, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, or any of the characters in this fic other than Bellova.

SUMMARY: The 10th Annual Hunger Games begin, and things quickly dissolve into chaos. Bellova grows increasingly furious about Coriolanus’s dedication towards Lucy Gray Baird. When she realizes he has cheated just to keep her alive, she decides to ruin him once and for all.

Warnings: spoilers for TBOSAS, death, violence, cursing, overall dark stuff (it’s the Hunger Games franchise so that’s sorta a given)

A/n: I am using a combination of the movie and book version of the events that occur in this chapter. I sort of streamlined the events to make the chapter less boring. Also, I highly recommend listening to “…Ready For It?” and “Look What You Made Me Do” while reading this chapter.

Other than Sejanus throwing a chair at the screen and screaming that everyone in the room was a monster, Lamina killing Marcus in an act of of mercy, and Lucky’s stupid commentary, nothing much had happened yet. 

Bellova was disappointed that her tribute was dead. Not because she cared about her, but because it meant she was missing out on the mentor experience. The thrill of having a say in someone else’s survival seemed quite exciting. 

If she wasn’t so pissed at Coriolanus for his behavior towards Lucy Gray, she would’ve reconsidered his proposal to work together. 

When the day was coming to an end, the majority of Academy students started to leave for their homes. Only a handful remained, consisting mostly of the mentors.

Bellova stifled a yawn, leaning back in her chair. Things has gotten dull, with the tributes doing nothing but finding places to hide from each other. She hoped that Dr. Gaul had something exciting in store for them soon, or people would start switching to Billi Bumble’s horrible comedy channel.

She picked up her Academy satchel and stood up from her seat. She noticed that Coriolanus was still present and slumped over on his desk, his head resting on his hand. He looked so peaceful asleep, his long golden lashes fluttering slightly. The light from the ceiling made his light blonde curls glow ethereally.

He looked like an angel. 

Bellova suddenly felt a strong urge to wake him up. She had avoided him for the entire day out of spite, but was starting to miss interacting to him. It was routine, bantering and bickering every day. Not talking felt…weird. And lonely.

She sighed. On rare occasions, she wished she could go back in time and change the way they formed their relationship. Instead of it being based on competition and rivalry, it would be full of support and affection. 

Then, an unpleasant thought hit her. 

He had only stayed so late to ensure nothing happened to Lucy Gray while he was away.

Now utterly furious, she slung her bag over her shoulder and started towards the door. ‘He’s such a pathetic sap,’ she thought. ‘He’s acting like a fool, I really should stop associating myself with him.’ 

But she found herself glancing over her shoulder to look at him one last time. And she knew, deep down, that she’s always come back, no matter how much he pissed her off.

She’d never be able to stay away from him. 

Not for long, anyway.

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Bellova passed out as soon as she climbed into bed, and didn’t wake until nine hours later. She hadn’t slept well in nearly a week, as she was still recovering from her injuries. This was the first time she was able to achieve an uninterrupted night of sleep since before the bombing.

When one of her maids woke her up, it was already 8:00. Usually Academy classes started promptly at 8:00, but because of the Games, the schedule had been loosened a bit. And Bellova, who didn’t feel like interacting with anyone, was in no rush to arrive on time.

After eating a breakfast of fruit and assorted pastries, she slowly pulled on her uniform. She has always hated the Academy uniforms, but with the right accessories and makeup, she had learned to make it presentable by her standards.

Bellova checked her makeup one last time in the mirror and then headed downstairs to meet her driver at the front of her estate. He opened the passenger’s side door for her as she slid into the seat. 

“How are you this morning, Miss Bellova?” he asked, starting the engine and taking off towards the main road.

“Fine,” she said, leaning against the window. “I’m just tired, that’s all.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. I hope that once the Games are over, you can rest up properly.”

She nodded. “That would be nice. As much as I like the Games, they’ve caused quite a lot of stress this year.” 

He laughed quietly. “Most certainly. Everyone was so worried about you when you were hospitalized, your father most of all. I haven’t ever seen him so upset in my twenty years of working for him.” 

Bellova sighed. She and her father, Julio Augustus Reginelle, had a nice relationship. But he was rarely home, for he worked almost ten hours a day and often didn’t come home until Bellova was asleep. She cherished the rare moments she had with him. He had taught her to be proud of her wit and her combative nature, even if it sometimes got her into trouble. 

“You are much more like your father than you realize, Miss Bellova,” her driver said. 

“How so?” she asked.

“You are both kind until someone disrespects you. You are incredibly intelligent just like him, and pursue your goals relentlessly.” He paused for a moment. “And, you seem to have the same disdain for certain other Capitol families.”

Bellova raised an eyebrow. “Which ones?”

“Well, he’s not fond of the Cardews, as you know. He thinks they hold too much power for how little work they actually do.”

Bellova laughed. “That’s true.”

“He has never gotten along with the Creed family. He finds them irritating and foolish.”

She smirked. “I’m not surprised. Festus can be insufferable. Who else?”

Her driver sighed. “He despised Crassus Snow.”

Bellova felt her stomach twist. “Really?”

He nodded. “I don’t know exactly why he hated him so passionately, but I’ve heard they were rivals during their Academy days.”

‘I suppose I really do take after him then,’ Bellova thought, remembering her and Coriolanus’s worst arguments. ‘Crassus’s son gets under my skin nearly every day.’

Her driver pulled onto Scholars Road and stopped in front of the Academy’s main building. He stepped out of the car to open the door for her, and she gave him a nod of thanks. 

“I’ll see you later, Miss Bellova,” he said, bowing slightly and getting back into the car to drive off. 

As Bellova walked to the auditorium where the mentors were undoubtedly already at work, she pondered what her driver had said about Crassus Snow and her father. She was eager to know more about their history, but didn’t want to pry too far. Her father had a temper just like her, and she didn’t want to be on the wrong end of it.

When Bellova reached the room and walked through the doors, she immediately noticed three things: one, that Coriolanus looked exhausted and distressed, two, that he has brought his cousin Tigris to watch the Games, and three, that Sejanus was missing. 

She grabbed a spare chair and sat next to Coriolanus. He didn’t greet her or even glance look at her.

“What’s wrong with you today?” she asked, looking at the large television screen in front of them. 

He scowled. “I’m not in the mood for your snide remarks, Bellova.”

“Clearly something happened. Either tell me or I’ll figure it out on my own.”

Coriolanus gave her a sharp glare, but sighed in defeat. “We’ll talk about it later.”

Satisfied, Bellova turned her attention back to the Games. According to Lucky Flickerman, one tribute, Bobbin, had died overnight. However, there was no footage shown of him perishing. 

Bellova found that awfully suspicious. There was such a lack of action in the arena that the gamemakers would have undoubtedly shown the death of a tribute. 

When Bobbin’s death was announced, she noticed Coriolanus tense ever-so slightly. The average person wouldn’t have noticed, but she had learned to read his body language as well as the back of her hand. Clearly, something about his death made him nervous.

She decided to cast it aside for the moment. She’d pry the information out of him later. 

“They aren’t showing us what happened to that little boy,” Lysistrata Vickers said. “He clearly was killed right there. There’s cameras everywhere. It doesn’t make sense.”

“They said they were old cameras, Lyssie,” Festus responded. “Probably just another one of Coral’s.”

“Festus, sit down,” Lucky Flickerman ordered. “Same seats.”

Festus scowled but did as he was told. He and Lucky clearly had some animosity, and it was quite amusing to witness their petty interactions. 

Suddenly, after a few moments, Lucy Gray appears on screen, looking horrified. Bellova had to bite her lip to refrain from grinning. It seemed that the songbird’s luck was finally running out. 

Jessup emerged a second later. He was clearly not well, he looked much worse than he did before the Games.

“What’d you do to me?” Jessup shrieked, backed Lucy Gray against a pile of rubble.

“Nothing!” she responded, her eyes wide with fear. 

“Lyssie, what is he doing?” Bellova heard Coriolanus asked frantically.

“Something’s wrong,” Lysistrata replied, bewildered. “He wouldn’t turn on her like this.”

“Jessup going after Lucy Gray,” Lucky commented. 

“Stop running!” Jessup demanded. “What did you…” He groaned mid-sentence. “What did you do to me?”

“I didn’t do anything!” Lucy Gray insisted.

“Both tributes from District 12. The same district folding in on itself.” 

“Wait, look. The foam,” Coriolanus said. 

“I think it’s rabies,” Lysistrata said, clearly disturbed. “That bite. From that train.” 

Coriolanus stared at the screen, looking helplessly at his tribute who was nearing her inevitable doom. Then, he turned back to Jessup’s mentor.

“Send him water.”

“Wait, what?” Lysistrata asked.

“You remember the posters in the war? Rabies. It makes you afraid of water. Send him a drone.”

“That’ll scare him,” she protested.

“Yes. Away from her,” he insisted.

Bellova stood up. “Coriolanus-“

“Bellova, be quiet,” he snapped, not even bothering to look at her. “Jessup is done. Lyssie, you’re the only one that can get it right to him.”

Lysistrata clearly didn’t want to, but with a few clicks on her computer, water was being sent to Jessup by a drone. 

“Thank you,” Coriolanus whispered.

Within minutes, Jessup was dead, and four lethal tributes were cornering Lucy Gray. 

“Oh, look at this,” Lucky Flickerman said. “The Pack doing what they do best. Packing it in. Lucy Gray is swarmed, cornered. Mizzen, propellering his net.”

It looked again as if she was done for, but then-

“Mr. Snow going for his communipad,” Lucky continued. Bellova saw him send nine - no, ten drones towards Lucy Gray. 

Bellova knew exactly what he was doing. He was using the drones to give her a chance to escape. 

The drones came flying into the arena, causing The Pack to scatter. A few of them got hit, causing them cry out in pain and tumble to the stone-covered floor. 

“These drones are not very good,” Lucky commented, as if it weren’t obvious. Some of the students who had caught onto Coriolanus’s plan started to jeer at him.

“Hey!” Vipsania Sickle said indignantly. “You can’t attack the tributes.”

“I’m just sending water,” Coriolanus said casually, as if he was completely innocent.

After gathering her bearings, Lucy Gray scrambled into a tunnel with Coral on her heels. She managed to pull the vent closed just in time, the metal door nearly crushing Coral’s fingers.

Bellova positioned herself a few inches away from Coriolanus. She was seething, but it didn’t show on her face. She simply looked indifferent, despite all of the violence that had just occurred in the Games. 

“Snow, do you that time before the Dark Days when you pulled on my pigtails, so I slammed your face against my school desk?”

“Yes,” Coriolanus said, furrowing his eyebrows. “What about it?”

Bellova smiled crookedly, the violent glint in her eyes making Coriolanus visibly uncomfortable. “I’m about to fucking do it again, and this time, you’ll have more than a bleeding nose.” 

He straightened his posture, smoothing out his Academy blazer. 

“I’d like to see you try.” 

Bellova’s hands twitched. She knew that decking him in front of the majority of the student board would get her in severe trouble, but it was very tempting.

Instead of punching him, she started to storm out of the auditorium. 

“There goes Miss Reginelle. Clearly, the violence on screen has finally gotten to her-“

“Shut the fuck up, Flickerman, before I snap your microphone in half!” Bellova hissed. She threw up open the doors, and made sure to slam them behind her. 

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Bellova sat in the hallway outside of the auditorium, leaning her head against the wall behind her. Her anger was threatening to spill over, and her father would be very disappointed in her if she murdered someone on Academy grounds.

She had vowed to make Coriolanus pay if he pulled any more strings for his little songbird. And he had by sending that fleet of drones after her attackers. But clearly, nobody batted an eye at that. He had not been punished, or even reprimanded.

The thought of Coriolanus thinking longingly about Lucy Gray was almost enough to drive her mad. 

Before she could do anything drastic, she heard the speakers inside the auditorium amplifying Dr. Gaul’s voice. Curious, she stood up and pressed her ear to the doors.

“Capitol citizens, I’m afraid I must interrupt our Games to announce a tragic loss, one that affects us all. Felix Ravinstill, son of our beloved president, has, this morning, succumbed to his injuries sustained in the rebel bombing.”

Bellova felt her heart drop. Felix wasn’t all that bad, when he wasn’t bragging about his life at least. She had even gone to the end-of-year Academy gala with him a couple of years ago. They had a wonderful time, and she was gifted a priceless gold necklace by him at the end of the night. She had worn it for a week straight afterwards, which delighted the young son of the president.

“Out there in the districts, they will be celebrating this young boy’s death as a triumph. I will not allow my Games to give our enemy such a victory. I swear to you, here and now, before the sun goes down tonight, a rainbow of destruction will engulf our arena. Even if it means there’s to be no victor in these Games.”

She gasped. She knew Dr. Gaul well enough to know she was completely serious. If she wanted someone gone, she’d stop at nothing until they dropped dead. 

Mere moments later, Coriolanus burst through the doors, nearly slamming right into Bellova. 

“What are you doing out here?” she asked, scowling at him.

He sneered down at her, beginning to walk away. She followed him, despite knowing he really didn’t want her to. “As if I’d tell you.”

Bellova sighed. “I told you earlier, Coriolanus, if you don’t tell me, I’ll figure it out on my own-“

“Fine!” he huffed. “I’d do anything to shut you up at this point. You’re insufferable.”

“The feeling is mutual, Snow. Now spill it, what’s going on?”

Coriolanus, against his better judgement, told her everything. Well, almost everything. He told her about how he retrieved Sejanus from the arena, but omitted the part about killing Bobbin. He explained that he needed to see Dr. Gaul immediately, for the stitches in his back from the previous evening were coming loose. 

Bellova frowned. She briefly felt bad that he was in pain, but couldn’t bring herself to actually care. She was still angry at him. 

She also noticed he said was being very vague with his details. He was definitely hiding something.

“What’s that face for?” Coriolanus asked as they approached the Citadel, which housed Gaul’s laboratory. 

“What face?”

“That scowl. You’re clearly not pleased about something, so what is it?”

She smirked. “As if I’d tell you,” she said, mimicking his words from earlier. 

Coriolanus’s jaw clenched, which satisfied Bellova immensely. She loved seeing his patience waver, it was strangely addicting.

“Will you ever learn to keep your bratty mouth shut?” he asked, his voice raising a touch.

“Bratty?” Bellova scoffed. “I’d prefer it if you called me a bitch.”

Dr. Gaul’s lab was just a few corridors away at this point. Bellova knew that causing a scene here wouldn’t be wise, but she honestly did not care. She could easily talk her way out if it.

Coriolanus glowered at her, his blue eyes icier than ever. “Go back to the auditorium, Bellova. I know you love watching the Games, and you’re probably missing all of the action.”

She laughed. “So all of a sudden, you want me to be happy. Seriously, Snow, if you want to get rid of me, just say so.”

He smirked at her condescendingly. “Then I will. Get out of here, you have no place in Gaul’s lab anyway. It’s too much for your pathetically shallow brain to comprehend.” 

Bellova stared at him for a moment. It has been awhile since he’d said something quite that harsh. It was normal for him to question her intellect, but calling her dumb? That was low, even for him.

Coriolanus was obviously anticipating a slap to the face. He was not prepared, however, for Bellova to swipe her claw-like nails across his face like a wild animal.

Stunned, he watched Bellova walk away as the new gashes on his face began to sting. As she reached the end of the hall, she screamed “You’re such an asshole!” before disappearing from Coriolanus’s sight. 

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Bellova sat in the stands instead of with the mentors, watching as Dr. Gaul’s “rainbow of destruction” engulf the remaining tributes in the arena.

She had no idea that when Dr. Gaul said “rainbow”, she was referring to hundreds of colorful, deadly snakes. 

She watched, entranced, as the beautiful mutations smothered the tributes, picking them off one-by-one. She had never admired the “mad” scientist more. Her work was truly beautiful. 

Wovey, Reaper, Mizzen, and Coral were soon dead, lying lifelessly beneath the swarm of snakes. 

“Now, all colors lead to Gray,” Lucky Flickerman said. 

Coriolanus stood watching the screen, amazed at his own success. “She’s… She’s won. It’s over, she’s won.” He looked over to Dr. Gaul, who was standing to the side. “She’s won, let her out.”

The doctor smiled. “Afraid that’s not your call to make, Mr. Snow.”

Bellova bit back a laugh when Lucy Gray began to sing. At least she’d be able to get in once last performance before her vocal chords went slack.

“Dr. Gaul, she won!” Coriolanus repeated, desperation seeping into his voice. “It’s over, let her out.” 

“Why aren’t they attacking her?” someone asked.

“Must be the singing,” Coriolanus replied. “It’s calming them.”

He really was a terrible liar.

“She can’t sing forever,” Festus said. 

Bellova noticed some of the students around her begin to cry as they watched Lucy Gray sing shakily. ‘Pathetic,’ she thought.

“Dr. Gaul, please,” Coriolanus begged. “Get her out. Get her out!”

One by one, the Academy students began to chant “Get her out! Get her out!”, almost overpowering the sound of Lucy Gray’s singing. 

‘No,’ Bellova thought desperately. ‘Don’t. Just let her die.’

Then, Coriolanus said, “Who will watch the Games if there’s no victor?”

The chanting came to a halt.

Dr. Gaul looked around, seeing that she was vastly outnumbered. “Get her out,” she murmured just loud enough to be heard. 

“She’s won! Lucy Gray!” Lucky Flickerman cried over the roar of the student body. “Coriolanus Snow is the winner of the 10th Annual Hunger Games!”

Bellova’s face burned with fury, her patience finally snapping after days of wearing thin. 

She was no longer willing to overlook Coriolanus’s behavior. She had let him get away with too much. 

It was time that he faced some real consequences.

As she exited the hall quietly, she smiled, a cruel, twisted smile. She knew exactly how she would make him pay.  

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TAGLIST: @daenerysqueenofhearts, @squidscottjeans, @euphemiaamillais, @gracieroxzy

Author’s Note: Thank you for reading! Please let me know what you think in the comments! This was another decently long chapter, and I believe it has been the most intense one yet. Stay tuned for Chapter Six!

Also, let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!

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Spill the tea. You posted in the MHA critical tag about Tokyo Revengers and Oshi No Ko. What was wrong with them? We write dissertations on the flaws of our show. Introduce us to what's wrong with the other two.

Share your trauma.

lmao honestly, fair. I included the 2 with mha since I liked all 3 of them a decent amount before the last arcs happened so sure, I don't mind trauma dumping! I guess I should perface that I read a lot of manga, so I'm kinda picky lmao.

Obviously, spoilers for Oshi no ko and Tokyo revengers manga below the cut. Also, I ramble so this might get bloated.

I'll start with Tokyo Revengers since it's been the longest since it ended and I'll admit my memory might be a bit fuzzy. Aside from Takemichi making me wish he learnt how to properly throw a punch throughout the whole show (like Takemichi, buddy you're in a gang please-). I thought the last arc was weirdly both rushed and also drawn out? Like it was trying to tell like 3 different stories (that could've had arcs of their own) but on like 2x speed.

There was the three deities fight which introduced 2 more gangs and killed off one of them immediately, the entire backstory of Shinichiro, the original timeline, time jumping and the dark impulses (which were retconned imo, went from actual negative emotions and trauma to a magical-ish concequence of time travel), the final fight between Kanto and Toman and then Takemichi and Mikey fixing literally everything. Like all of these things could've been whole arcs by themselves. I hate that they explain Takemichi having the time travel powers by having Shinichiro randomly find him as a child and give them to him and he just has this power dormat for his whole life till the start of the manga.

The time travel was always sorta spotty with it's rules but they stuck to them mostly throughout the story as far as I can remember, Takemichi has to shake hands with Naoto and can only travel back and forth 12 years from the day. But all of a sudden he not only travels back to when he was likt 6-8 after dying, but somehow takes Mikey with him?? They literally explain this with 'I don't know!'

They essentially create an entirely new timeline where everything bad that has ever happened to anyone hasn't happened yet somehow and not only do they not explain how (or even really attempt to), they then show a small little montage of Takemichi and Mikey saving literally everyone with a 'and then we saved everyone'

Literally everyone lives lmao. Even Akane and Shinichiro who were dead before the start of the story.

Aside from all the issues I had with how rushed and nonsensical the final arc/ending felt. I think my biggest gripe is that: the remaking of a completely new timeline. Nothing about the previous ones were relevant, because they travel back so far nobody remembers anything that happened throughout the story. Not even Chifuyu (the actual best character) who knew about the time travel. So this ending just leaves me with more questions. Like if Akane is still alive, did the fire still happen? Does Inupi still have his scar? Is this before Shinichiro started time travelling to save Mikey? Are Chifuyu and Takemichi even remotely as close as they were before.

The entire manga essentially leads you through a whole story and right before the end tosses it into the shredder and pulls out a fix-it fanfic they wrote and reads you the ending of that instead. Aside from Mikey and Takemichi, none of the other characters you've spent all this time with are there. They've been replaced with these versions of themselves who've been factory reset, nothing ever happened to them and Mikey/Takemichi are the only ones who remember anything. It feels like a slap in the face. How quite literally, nothing that happened mattered for the ending.

Was it a happy ending? Sure, yeah Kakucho was a favourite of mine and I'm happy to see him alive. But at the same time, if you were gonna do this, what was the point of killing him off like 10 chapters ago??

it really was our 'Tokyo Revenge'.

Now onto Oshi no ko! This one is a bit easier to articulate my thoughts for, not only because it ended more recently so I remember more of what happens. But also because through OnK I've realised I just do not think Aka Akasaka is a good writer regarding serious tones.

I did like Oshi no ko at first, I thought it was funny how every character and their arcs felt like they were in different genres. Akane and her noir detective, Aqua was trying to emulate the punisher, Ruby and her group was trying to be love live. But I slowly noticed as the story went on that it like talking at you. A lot of the 'commentary on the entertainment industry' was done through just telling you documentary-esque. Even the characters when going through something like that, they only went through a little bit before it gets solved and we never really hear or preferably see much of the aftermath. Not a huge deal imo, but it was one gripe I had pretty early on.

I think my main issue of the story though is how indescive the author was about so many things, but mainly the handling of Aqua in the ending, and more egregiously, Hikaru's character. Seriously, wtf did Aka want to do with Hikaru's character? He's written like Aka can't decide what he wants him to be. Like you go through most of the story being told he's this dangerous criminal mastermind who is irredeemble and needs to be brought to justice. Then you get a lot more character depth to him that shows him as a victim of abuse to sympathise with and start to appreciate him more as a character. Like yeah he's a messed up guy who did awful awful things. Is he guilty? Absolutely. But he wasn't unforgivable if that makes sense. We're shown how his actions are a sort of retaliation against the industry. how he seemed to genuinely love Ai. All of this could've led to a perfectly fine ending with an alright conclusion to his character arc. Like he could help Aqua save Ruby from Niino and in the end, still go to jail. Boom.

But then no. Aka changes his rationale the next time you see him, now Hikaru isn't trying to retaliate against the industry, he's instead just trying to keep anyone from surpassing Ai. Also he never loved Ai? Hikaru goes a whole 180 and his motivations are no longer tied to his abuse (which Aka has a habit of, theres like 3 characters in OnK alone, including Hikaru, who have being exploited as part of their backstory and does promptly nothing with them). He went from having a believable motive, while still being a criminal, to going back to a deranged psycho off to murder his daughter.

So Hikaru's main problem is how much potential he had as a charcter and as an antagonist (remember kids, you don't need to be a villain, to be an antagonist) but Aka backtracked in order to be iredeemable so Aqua is now forced to kill himself. Which ties into my other main problem.

Aqua dying is dumb, mainly cause of Hikaru's character shift (if Hikaru's character wasn't changed again, he wouldn't do this), but also it ruins most of the other character's arcs. Akane, Kana and Ruby's arcs were all pretty centered around Aqua, with Akane and Kana wanting to stop Aqua's descent into madness and Ruby just cared about his survival. The story spends quite a bit of time detailing a possible life where Aqua did decide to forgive and move on. We see how he was ready to go to med school and go back to being a doctor. His main character flaw of compassion and love (which helps with the tragic ending given how this flaw spurred him on with AI and pursuing justice for her and to go as far as he did) was given a path to be something helpful instead of harmful with him being a doctor. So much was set up to make readers believe in an alternative ending and have that be the peak of Aqua's character development. Him actually being, you know, happy and getting a natural happy end that was worked for and earned instead of the tragic ending the beginning predicted.

BUT INSTEAD Aqua dies and every character and their arcs gets quickly cut off with no actual ending to them. Kana never gets a chance to confess her feelings so her arc as a whole just stays pretty irrelevant to the main plot. Akane's participation in the final arc amounted to saving Ruby from stairs and ultimately she failed to save Aqua and never got to pay him back for saving her. And Ruby, god Ruby, she loses the person she cared for most again (this is like what, the 2nd, 3rd time now?) but we're told she bounces back and instead of showings us how, since she was ready to kill Hikaru when she found Gorou's body, we're instead told she's fine and get some one-liner about how fragile human beings are or something. All the while she imitates Ai and fakes her smile and happiness in the hopes that one day, she'll actually feel it. Which the story, just does not acknowledge.

Basically I think Hikaru failed as a character and an antagonist precisely because you get all this set up for Aqua to develop and choose a better path with him only to be slapped with "psyche, he's a psycho again".

So yeah, that kinda wraps up my main gripes. I can't really think of anything off the top of my head rn, so I'm really hoping I didn't forget anything lol.

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May I ask ALL of the ask meme questions about Never the Dark 👉👈 I WANT TO KNOW

[ask meme]

i'll do all the ones i havent already answered! Thank you! and putting it under the readmore cuz it'll get long

1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?

cuteness agression towards zane. love him so much i have to put him through the horrors. No to be serious I just really enjoy writing things that cover darker topics, so drug use, alcoholism, manipulation, etc. is all interesting to write for me, so i favor that type of plot. the main idea came from thinking about what might have happened if Wu never told the other about Zane getting sent to the never realm, and just quietly went there alone to save him. Wu doesn't fight the emperor, he doesn't even try. he tries to bring zane back but he mostly dodges his blows until he's certain that nothing he says will remind him who he is. and then i thought- what would Wu do, and what would be the fallout? and the fic was bornnn

2: What scene did you first put down?

the very first scene. that feels surprising to me- i usually get hung up on scenes happening way later down the line, but i had such a clear and specific idea for how i wanted the prologe to go that it was almost easy.

3: What’s your favorite line of narration?

i already did this but i'll do it again.

“Oof-” She stumbles back, “Sorry- what happened? Why are we stopping?” “I apologize.” Birdy says, emotionally flat where he’s standing in front of a large purple tree, “I was simply making sure we were on the right track.” When he starts moving again, he takes a wide step over something. As the others begin to move, Nya sees that the thing Birdy had stopped at and stepped over was a oblong dark spot on the grass. She’d seen a few of them before, scattered around the forest. She steps over it too but doesn’t ask about it. Birdy's voice had taken on that tone that comes when he’s not feeling like himself. She blinks, surprised at herself for knowing that.

this is part of the scene where Birdy is leading the others through the acid forest. I think you all should know that spot? blood on the weird grass here leave lingering stains. this clearing? the same as the one birdy shared with farley. it's why zane doesn't want to stop here and why he acts so jumpy

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

crying screaming throwing up

“It was wrong of me to bring up your friend.” Birdy says before stepping any closer, “I reacted so strongly because I was afraid for you, Kai. Those pills are designed for control. Samira supplies the people of this realm and then twists their addiction against them.” “I don’t need your worry.” Kai says, but it’s lost some of the bite it had before. Hesitantly, Birdy approaches Kai. Slowly, with enough time for Kai to draw away, and with more than a bit of caution to stay out of easy access of another swing, Birdy cups Kai’s injured palm. He takes the bandages next, moving to wrap his hand, “There is not a switch I can flip to turn it off.” Birdy says wryly, carefully winding the gauze around Kai’s hand, “I am sorry for what I said.” Kai just stares at him. “...You may not trust me, but I trust you.” He continues, finishing up dressing his knuckles, “I believe you would have made the correct choice.”

5: What part was hardest to write?

the zane POV chapters actually. isnt that funny? theres just so SO much information that recontextualizes a lot of previous events, and trying to keep track of everything was really hard. ewspecially when past me would add stuff without thinking of the ramifications. like FUCKK i wrote a throwaway line about x in chapter 5 now i have to integrate that into this chapter. damnit.

6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?

I don't know

8: Did any real people or events inspire any part of it?

nope! well there may be a little projection in some aspects, but what is writing if not sorta-therapy through the blorbos?

12: What do you like least about this fic?

that i didn't write it all down and edit before posting. Looking back through chapters i'm catching inconsistencies a lot that coul dhave been avoided if i drafted, then edited and fixed, then posted!

13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?

i'll make a separate post for this one heehoo

14: Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?

don't take candy from strangers.

15: What did you learn from writing this fic

that I can write a book. I used to be so convinced that my attention span wouldn't allow for long form writing like this but i've proved myself wrong. and i'm grateful for that.

[stealingyourbones]

Ask the writer ask game! Tagged by @gremlin-bot

1.) how many works do you have on ao3?

8!

2.) what’s your total ao3 word count?

50k!

3.) what fandoms do you write for?

Primarily DPxDC but I enjoy writing DC and I greatly enjoy writing D&D campaigns!

4.) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Falling in Love (In the Most Literal Sense)

Short DPxDC Prompts

I've Grown a Mouth So Sharp and Cruel (It's All That I Can Give To You)

What the Hell?! (UP FOR ADOPTION)

Dream of a Peaceful Slumber

5.) Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

I’m simply too busy with my tumblr to respond to people on ao3. If I try to focus on more than one website at a time I’ll lose my mind 😅. I promise I Look at each and every one!

6.) what’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending

There’s a sander sides fic i wrote like 8 years ago that had all of the sides get slowly and very brutally murdered one by one in hella graphic detail. I was trying to experiment with descriptors and visuals at that time. Definitely that one. I don’t think it’s on ao3 but it’s somewhere on my old Wattpad account

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

Definitely Falling In Love (In The Most Literal Sense) or an unpublished eldritch smut horror DeadOnMain fic that’s forever staying in WIP hell. Falling In Love first and foremost has an ending, secondly they get along and it’s cute :)

8.) do you get hate on fics?

Not really. I occasionally get questions or criticism on my tumblr but that’s either advice or someone wanting answers and that isn’t hate.

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

I have tried my hand at smut before. Mostly smutty scenes with kinda sorta fade to black, solely because I’m terrible at painting a mental picture for the reader so it always flows terribly. I’ve written that eldritch DeadOnMain thing as I said previously, and some of Jason’s matches Malone persona OF ideas.

10.) do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one?

Somewhere in my WIPs there is a homestuck AU DPxDC fic where DP kids are the humans and DC folks (primarily the teen titans) are the trolls. Definitely that one.

11.) have you ever had a fic stolen?

No fics but I’ve been sent asks that are word for word one of my prompts. I just delete those and go on with my day. Idk I don’t have a tiktok and someone’s probably imitating me on there with my prompts so possibly????

12.) have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope!

13.) have you ever co-written a fic?

Yes!! I’ve Grown A Mouth So Sharp And Cruel (It’s All That I Can Give To You My Dear) (eventually I’ll get around to working on it I have so much stuff going on like preparing to move and finals creeping up aUGH)

14.) what’s your all time fav ship?

Ooooo It’s a solid tie between Kon/Tim and Dave/Karkat. One is my current favorite and the other is one that’s been my favorite ship for the longest time.

15.) what’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

I have a WIP in my files that’s a DPxDC Dash/Danny fic where Dash is a bomb disposal tech and Danny just moved into Gotham. I have the entire outline written and almost a solid chapter done but I heavily doubt I’ll have the motivation to touch it again.

16.) what are your writing strengths?

I don’t think I have any, (I haven’t written a full length fic in so long I can’t really tell 😅) but I’m very good at setting tone. Idk what do y’all think?

17.) writing weaknesses?

Dialogue. 100% dialogue. It always feels clunky and unconversational whenever I read it back. I swear the second I start writing talking I forget how conversations work.

18.) thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

I’d probably throw a simple word here in there of the other language if I’m writing a bilingual speaker or ask a pal to help me with translations because I only know English and I know damn well that friends are better translators than google.

19.) first fandom you wrote for?

Sander Sides! I wrote a solid 500ish prompts for that fandom and like 70k worth of fics. It was what got me into writing and for that I’m so very glad.

20.) Fav fic you’ve ever written?

Definitely my Batman mermaid au. I love it to bits and I’m so proud of the designs and I’m always kinda sad that I’m the only one as enthused about this work as I am. None the less I reread it at least every 3 months and it always makes me smile doing so.

Ooo who to tag… @chromatographic @halfagone @susiron

[imaginespazzi]

Finallyyyyy, chapter 7. I was dying waiting for it and now I'm already dying waiting for the next so I guess this week will be filled with rereading and rereading the whole fic until chapter 8 comes. Anyways here we go, thoughts on this one:

-Drew. Oh boy. I'm assuming we won't see him in chapter 8 since it'll probably be composed mostly of the day at the bar. The morning, then the bar itself, who ends up in whose bed; and you'll most likely add a lil flashback to something somehow relevant since you've done that for every chapter except 4. But so reunion in chapter 9? or 10? I don't know but I wanna see him reunite with Azzi and meet Stephie. Apparently he was irritated at Paige's decision to go to the GSV, the Drew from 6 years ago probably would've loved and encouraged the idea, if he hadn't come up with it himself. I feel like the fact it irritated him instead shows he's learnt to live without Azzi and the Fudds now, but like Paige wonders if he has, might've still not fully forgiven her and Azzi for taking that away from him. As in, I think it took him a lot of time to adapt and if he's angry at Azzi, it's really only cause he spent so much time missing her, if that makes sense. So if/when we get their reunion scene, I'm expecting him to first be angry, maybe throwing certain questions at Azzi before breaking down. I wonder if Stephie knows who Drew is? That picture is on the stairwell clearly, but maybe she's never really noticed him. If not, I'm really excited to see her reaction to a boy she has no clue about, hugging and possibly crying in the arms of the woman who's probably a sort of sister/mother to him, her mother. Basically, I really want some Drew, Paige and Azzi scenes and Stephie's reaction to the dynamic of the 3; and some Drew and Stephie scenes.

-"But she doesn’t quite know this place, couldn’t tell you where to find the sugar or where the utensils were kept" this was just written beautifully in my opinion idk, just wanted to show some appreciation for it.

-"“They’ve all missed you, you know,” Tallulah says softly, “they try not to do it too much around Azzi but it’s always ‘oh Paige would’ve loved this’ or ‘did you catch that bucket Paige made last night’." They try not to do it too much around Azzi. I just wanted to add this because I think it sorta confirms my suspicions that they might however do it around Stephie. The first time I sent in some of my thoughts on this fic I mentioned how I don't think it's a coincidence Paige and Stephie share so much in common. Though I did say it's Azzi probably passing Paige-like things onto her daughter, I think Stephie's simply grown up in environments that scream "Paige". I think it's beautiful how much her and Azzi have affected everyone around them, not just eachother. But it's also scary because it is about the 2 of them at the end of the day and if they start living separate lives they take away a person important in others' lives too, as we see with Drew, or the Fudds like Tallulah pointed out. I just hope Stephie doesn't have to lose Paige, I know we're guaranteed a happy ending (or maybe that's what you want us to think) but I hope there's never even a small period of time where Stephie thinks she's lost Miss Buecks.

-"“you’re thinking about her mother huh?”" "“your daughter has you wrapped around her little finger huh?”" I'm just a bit shocked that Ruthie guessed she was thinking about the girl's mother, not father. I feel like people's first assumption is that you're straight, the majority of the world is, does Ruthie know Azzi and Stephie? Or does she know Paige? Was just wondering, I don't know, maybe her gaydar's just on point.

-"“No,” Azzi says at the same time as a profound “yes” leaves Paige’s mouth." Ok so nvm my past predictions Paige is still pulling and Azzi is still slightly pushing.

-"Olivia’s livid at Paige and Paige is livid at the stupid #Clézzi tag on tiktok." If they ended up breaking up but confirmed they were a thing you bet your ass you could never get me to use some other ship's #. "until suddenly she stumbles on a video captioned 'and at the end of the day she’ll still always be looking at her'." that's my video, future me posted that.

-"And she knows that if it was Azzi -she hates herself for even thinking this way- she wouldn’t walk away." it's giving me the same vibes as when she was telling Azzi how whilst on her date she kept thinking how Azzi wouldn't order what the girl ordered off the menu, how she would swat her hand away when she tried stealing something from her plate and end up giving it to her anyways, how they'd get yelled at at the movies for giggling too much, and how at the end she would've kissed her. Unfortunately for everyone else, I just think no one stands a chance, she's wrapped around Azzi's finger.

-"even if they were barely a shadow of what they used to be, it's only right that Azzi is still here." but it surprises me that on every flashback after their breakup they still seemed on completely good terms all these years, like why did they break up??? Just cause Azzi wasn't ready for marriage? I feel like something else happened in between but maybe not.

-"“we’re gonna do it together next time okay. You and me, we’re gonna be golden together.”" soo 2032 Olympics? Did they do it??? A year ago from the "present day" I feel like you plan on showing us a flashback in a future chapter but I'm dying to know!!!

Okk that's it thank you for blessing us with another amazing chapter as always and see how quick I was this time? -🪐

Please don't die friend I'd miss you :)

-Drew appearance soon but I'm not fully sure exactly when because idk if y'all have caught onto this yet, but I actually don't outline the whole story beyond just the beginning - middle - end, everything else is just ideas that I fit in when it feels right. The Drew from 6 years ago was a little boy who still held onto hope for his favorite love story. But with time, hope turned into irritation and missing Azzi turned into being angry at Azzi because sometimes that's the only way to deal with the hate. I'm very excited to write both Azzi-Drew and ofc Stephie-Drew.

-I remember that ask! Paige is so entwined into the Fudd's and Azzi's life that even 8 years later, you can still see the remnants of her in their life and that's what Stephie has grown up seeing so really it's not surprising that some of that imprinted onto her as she has a little bit of Paige in her.

-See this is my lovely fantasy world where straight isn't just the normal and I have no other explanation for it. Ruthie does not know Stephie or Azzi lol. I'd like to think 2033 we can avoid straight as the default lol

-I'm never shipping them with other people but as evidenced by some tweets in the last few days, I think other people absolute would ship clézzi lmao but pazzi truthers are still alive in 2033 despite the break up lol

-Unfortunately for everyone else, I just think no one stands a chance, she's wrapped around Azzi's finger. - yep exactly!

-I do love my flashbacks!

I'm very proud of you for how quick you were lmao!

[justreckin]

20 questions for fic writers

alright @emonydeborah said hey there's a thing and i say yes (ages later)

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 6

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 28,070

3. What fandoms do you write for? Honestly, whatever's catching my fancy in that moment. Of the things I've posted, The Librarians is the only fandom that I've ever even posted more than one fic for.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Raising Harry (Harry Potter/Underworld) Where Selene comes across Harry playing at the park alone at night and decides that the best idea is to sorta adopt him.

Never Say He Isn't Grateful (Agent Carter/Captain America) Howard realizes he owes Peggy big time and the best way for him to repay her is to go rescue Steve.

5 Times Ezekiel Called Eve Mum and the Time They Made it Official (The Librarians) 5+1 what it says on the tin.

Second Time Around (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.) Coulson went in on the Bahrain mission, May died. Oneshot re-write of the first episode that I considered expanding and have actually written other chapters for but... 🤷‍♀️

How Apep got Ezekiel Grounded for the Rest of his Natural Life (The Librarians) Season 3 Finale in the same universe as the previous Librarians fic that has a second chapter I have yet to write...

5. Do you respond to comments? I certainly try to. I'm not the best at it, but I love getting to have a conversation with anyone who likes the same things I do.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Heh probably I'm Not Your Mother but even then it's a) not really all that angsty and b) mostly that I dropped a mean bomb on characters and then ran away because I have no idea what else to do with it.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? ...everything else? Look, canon is already regularly very mean to characters. I am here to live in my happy little fantasies where everything works out.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not hate per se but I'd left up an unfinished multi-chapter fic at one point and someone commented that I was the reason they'd lost faith in authors with unfinished works and is maybe more responsible for me not posting any of the myriad of things I have on my computer than I want to admit.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Nah. I write more family than relationship stuff, really.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Yes. Uh... it's not posted, but maybe the Harry Potter/Song of the Lioness that I hashed out at one point.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Don't think so.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?  Don't think so.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Ha! @emonydeborah and I spitball all the time (it's wonderful) and she absolutely gets credit if that parent trap fic ever gets finished, but I don't think I'm up to the group project that would be co-writting a fic.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? the Enterprise NCC-1701 dash nothing! All jokes aside, it genuinely is the only ship I go back to on a regular basis.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Uh... honestly, I don't know that I'll ever finish half the things in my WIP folder.

16. What are your writing strengths? Probably dialogue. I feel I'm pretty good at getting the character's literal voice down.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Anything happening around the dialogue. In my head these people are always moving around and doing things, but it always feels so clunky if I try to put that onto a page.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Maybe an individual word or two for a curse or endearment. I know enough Spanish I'd probably be comfortable writing in it. But that'd be about it.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Uh.... Star Trek? One sec, must check files. Yeah, pretty sure it was a short TOS thing. Hmm might need to take a look at that again, clean it up, repost...

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? Posted? Probably Ezekiel calling Eve mum. Not posted? Nah, actually, don't know that there is one that's not posted.

.... @the-redhead-in-a-dress and @sun-lit-roses did you do it yet, did you do it? I wanna see 😁

[squatch-and-stretch]

Opening Up

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 >

Ford Pines & Stan Pines | 2,337 words | Axolotl’s Acolyte AU

Stan gets himself cursed, and reluctantly calls upon his brother for help. Never one to resist the strange and unusual, Ford goes to him, even if he has to recruit the assistant he barely remembers to get there.

[Ao3 Crosspost]

Fic under the cut

For better or for worse (mostly for worse), Stan is a pretty stubborn guy. When he gets himself into a situation, he’s got a tendency to dig his heels in and stick to his guns. Even if he is forced to hit the bricks, he won’t often admit, even to himself, that he made a mistake.

Right now, Stan can admit that he’s made a mistake.

“Um, what are you doing?” a woman says loudly, and Stan tries his best to hide his flinch as he turns to face her. His hand, along with a bag of chips, is shoved into the pocket of his jacket.

“Right now? Talking to the prettiest broad this side of the Rocky Mountains,” he says with a wink. A shock of pain laces up his hand, because okay, fine, she’s an ugly old lady who isn’t Stan’s type at all.

“Excuse you, I am married!” she gasps shrilly, lifting her hand to show Stan a flashy wedding ring.

It’s the sorta thing Pa used to sell, but it’s probably actual diamond instead of quartz, judging by the fancy duds she’s all dressed up in. It’s a shame Stan has to play it lowkey, because she’d be a great target for… something. Maybe he can still pickpocket her if he manages to play this off.

“Lucky man,” Stan says casually, and yes, fine, he’s lying, his shoulder doesn’t need to tell him that! He turns away from the woman just slightly, even if the hole won’t show through his clothes.

“I meant, you put a bag of chips in your pocket! Like you were trying to steal it!” she says, loudly. Stan glances over his shoulder to see the cashier— young man, probably a high schooler who’s not getting paid enough to watch customers carefully but isn’t quite disillusioned enough to straight-up let them steal— perk up. Shit.

“Hey, I haven’t stolen nothin’ yet!” Stan says, which is at least a little true. He hasn’t stolen anything from here, but in general—

Pain pulses through his left cheek. The woman shrieks, quickly going pale. Two finely manicured hands lift to cover her gaping mouth.

“Oh my lord, what’s wrong with you!?” she gasps, backing away.

“Hey, what are you doing?” the cashier says, jumping the counter to storm up to him. Stan turns to face him, and the cashier stops. “Oh, ew, what the hell?”

“Is that any way to talk to a non-paying customer?” Stan scoffs, gesturing with one hand. The cashier looks down at his hand and gags. “Yeesh, you’re dramatic!”

Stan lifts his hand to wink at the cashier through the perfectly round hole punched right through it. The cashier stumbles away, hitting his back on the counter.

“Call the police! Young man, call the police!” the woman screams.

“For what!? I ain’t doing shit!” Stan says, turning to throw his arms up at her. The movement jostles the bag of chips out of his pocket and onto the ground.

“A thief and a freak!” she scoffs, sounding a little smug about herself despite the horror.

“Who’re you calling a freak?” Stan snaps; despite everything, that word still gets his hackles up.

“Yes, hello? Yeah, I’m a cashier at the—“ he hears the cashier starting to say, and Stan curses. He grabs the bag of chips off the ground— so not worth it— and makes a break for the front door. Obviously, neither of them stop him.

So yeah, Stan may have made a mistake. Not in robbing the 8-Twelve, because that was one of his favorite hobbies and also his main source of food, but in getting stuck with a curse that punishes him every time he lies. He can cover up a lot of it with his clothes, but he looks like a beat-up slice of swiss cheese.

And yeah, okay, the chick he was messing with was pretty obviously a witch, what with the cat following her around and the bottles on her belt and yeah, okay, she had a pointy hat, but she also had a heck of a lot of jewelry! Expensive looking stuff too, big colorful jewels on gold and silver chains. He was feeling a little nostalgic for the ol’ pawn shop and just couldn’t resist giving it a go.

So, despite the fact that she was so obviously a witch, Stan struck up a conversation. She was young enough for him to play charming in a potential-boyfriend way instead of a son or grandson way, so he laid it on thick. So thick that they ended up in a swanky little bar just outside of Denver later that same day. A few drinks in, and it was easy enough for him to lay a loving hand over hers and slip a ring and bracelet into his pockets while whispering sweet nothings.

Unfortunately, she was not drunk enough to let that slip, but she was drunk enough to scream and cry and sob about her broken heart and how all men are the same, which seemed like a lot for a man she’d met earlier that day. She made such a scene that Stan gave everything back and even apologized as he made a break for it.

When he woke up to a sharp pain in his chest and looked down to see a clean round hole punched right through it, he had no doubt in his mind about where it came from. It hurt, but it didn’t bleed or anything, even as Stan sat up and stared at the layers of his insides along the edges. Vaguely, he remembers thinking that Ford would be really into this.

So, Stan had a hole in his chest. In a way, he kinda felt like it’d been there for a long time, somewhere around ten years in fact. It didn’t hurt for long, so Stan covered it up and went on with his life. The hole punched right through his heart continued to not kill him, so Stan continued trying not to die.

Unfortunately, not dying for a man like Stan meant a whole lot of lying, so it didn’t take long for Stan to figure out that the curse wasn’t a one-and-done sort of deal. No, of course not, that’d be too easy; put a shirt on and nobody’d ever know.

Instead, a brand new hole would open up every time Stan told a lie, and every time it’d hurt like hell. Sure, Stan was pretty used to hurting like hell, but constant wincing wasn’t a good look on a charming salesman. Eventually, the holes got a whole (hole, heh.) lot harder to hide; a few on his hands and wrists, one right through his throat, and now one on his cheek. After all he’d done to get his hands on some decent dentures, Stan wasn’t willing to lose his winning smile all over again.

After wandering around downtown Denver long enough to lose anyone who might be following him, he makes his way back to his car. He catches his face in the mirror, and sees that the way it’s punched through one cheek and not the other gives him an unsettling view of the inside of his mouth. It isn’t drying it out though, which is pretty cool. Still, incredibly uncool that he has a hole in his face.

As he takes off his shirt and looks down at his torso and arms, he finds that he hadn’t realized how bad it’d gotten. It’s still more flesh than not, but Stan doesn’t want to think about what’ll happen once it’s not. If he gets enough holes to circle his wrist, will his hand fall off? What will happen if the holes chew him up entirely? Will he still exist as a consciousness without a body?

That's a fun thought experiment, or, maybe it would be if it wasn’t at risk of becoming a reality.

He could hide the hole on his cheek— he’s already taken to wearing a scarf to cover his neck, he’d just have to bring it up over his nose— but how much longer can he keep this up? How many more lies can he tell before he ceases to exist entirely?

Yeah, he’d made a mistake alright. He just has no idea how to fix it. He might be able to track the witch down, but he doesn’t exactly trust her to help him out after… all that. But who else could he call in to help him with something so weird?

Weird. Stan knows one person who he thinks might know a whole lot about weird.

Ma mentions Ford just about every time they talk. He’s up in Oregon, she says, studying all that ‘anomaly hokey-pokey he was always into when youse was kids’. Pa hates it, says he should be studying something worthwhile (read, profitable), but Ma always seemed amused, happy that at least one of her sons was living the dream despite the best efforts of the other.

So yeah, Ford. If anyone knows about weird curses and spells and shit, it’s probably him. The thing is, he really doesn’t want to call Ford, especially not when he needs him to clean up his own mess.

On the other hand, weird curse! Ford would love that! It’s also super gross or maybe scientifically intriguing how all of Stan’s organs are just hanging out, fully functional around the hole punched in them. Stan doesn’t really know what Ford is focusing on (probably nothing, because he wants to know everything ) but surely he’d be interested in what Stan’s got going on?

Yeah, Stan needs help, but it’s with something Ford will be interested in! He’s totally justified in calling him.

Stan puts his clothes back on, and tells himself that it’s all totally justified and fine and Ford won’t be mad at all. He continues to tell himself that as he leaves his car and makes his way to the nearest phone booth, and as he slips a coin in and dials that number he knows by heart, and as he listens to the dial tone.

Once Ford actually picks up, though, he regrets everything he ever did to make it to this point.

“ Doctor Stanford Pines speaking ,” Ford says stiffly, a little smugly, because he loves introducing himself as Doctor Pines.

This was a mistake. The words catch in Stan’s throat.

“Hey,” Stan says, instead of the quick and clear explanation of what’s going on he was planning on.

“ Hello? To whom am I speaking ?”

“ Whom the hell says whom?” Stan snorts before he can stop himself.

” That’s not —“ Ford stutters, and then his voice goes all soft with… disbelief? “… wait, Stanley ?”

He doesn’t sound mad.

“Yup, that’s my name.”

Silence on the other end for a long, painful moment.

“ What do you want ?” Ford asks, and yep, there’s the anger.

“Well, uh, hate to ask this of you outta the blue, but I kinda sorta got cursed and need some help getting uncursed?” Stan says, speeding up towards the end in a rush to get it all out.

Another long lapse of silence, followed by a heavy sigh.

“ Of course. Of course you would call me like this ,” Ford huffs. “ 10 years of silence, and now you’re calling me just because you got yourself into a bad situation !”

“Oh sure, I got myself into a bad situation, it’s all my fault!” Stan says, and a shiver runs up his spine as he feels one of the holes force itself shut. Damnit. Stupid curse doesn’t understand sarcasm. “Listen, can you help me or not? You know I wouldn’t call if I had any other choice.”

Damn, that sounds desperate. Play it cool, Stanley.

“I mean, it’s not life or death, I don’t think, at least not yet, but it sure does suck.”

Another hole closes. He doesn’t love being honest, but maybe Stan can fix it himself if Ford refuses… until he tells another lie, of course. Ugh.

Another long-suffering sigh from Ford.

“Hold on a moment, Stanley,” Ford says, and the phone clicks against a table or countertop or whatever; he set it down, but didn’t hang up.

Stanley holds on for a moment, before he hears approaching footsteps and the sounds of rustling pages over the phone.

“ Explain this ‘curse’ to me. How did you acquire it, and what are its effects ?” Ford asks.

“Long and short of it? I ticked off a witch and now I’m full of holes.”

“… holes ?” Ford echoes, soft and almost sounding scared. “ You said it wasn’t life or death! If you have several puncture wounds, even if they are magically inflicted, you should be at the hospital, not calling me!”

“Nah man, they’re not puncture wounds,” though Stan sure knows what those feel like, “they’re just… holes. The first one is right through my heart and it’s still beating and shit.”

“… fascinating ,” Ford says with an audible scrape of pen against paper. “ You are not bleeding, and no organ functions have been compromised ?”

“Nope, not as far as I can tell anyway,” Stan says, poking around the hole in his hand. “And my voice sounds pretty normal, right? You’d never guess I have a hole in my cheek! And my throat.”

“ True, I would not have guessed that at all, ” Ford says faintly. “ Well, I suppose I’ll have to investigate in person. Where are you located ?”

“Huh?” Stan grunts. “No, you don’t need to come all the way out here, Poindexter! Just… point me in the right direction or something. Gimme a hint.”

“ No, this is something I must see for myself ,” Ford says. “ Where are you ?”

“Really, you don’t need to—“

“Stanley. Tell me where you are,” Ford says firmly. After a moment, he continues, “please.”

Shiiit.

“Denver, Colorado. Just outside of downtown,” Stan admits. “But really, you don’t—“

Click.

God damnit. As if speaking to him over the phone wasn’t hard enough, now Stan’s gonna have to see his brother face to hole-filled face.

[readyas]

1, 2, 8 and 12 for the ask game!

What was your first exposure to Danganronpa?

I have to be honest, it’s been so long I don’t really remember.

I think it was Leon’s execution though, I liked the art style and was curious about where it was from and what was going on. I didn’t realize it was a game. I just searched “DanagnRonpa: Full Anime” or whatever on YouTube and watched it because I had nothing better to do (it was quarantine).

Confession: i didn’t actually play the first game, just watched the anime. Terrible, I know.

Which was your first Danganronpa game?

The first one I sorta played was the second one. Me and my friends like to play games together (when I say together I mean: She plays them and I sit at her shoulder like an annoying parrot) and she picked up the full series cus it was on sale or something. She had already played the first one so she started the second one with me and I was like “wait a minute this is so familiar, where have I’ve seen this before?” Then Monokuma showed up lol

Who is your favorite protagonist?

It’s probably Hajime. He had pretty good chemistry with all the characters. His twist was also cool.

I was also excited to play as Keade because she had an actual personality, but…

Which was your favorite trial from V3?

Hmm, ohhh, this is hard- it’s chapter 5.

I love almost everything about it, the gimmick, the story, the emotion. The tiny little hints the exsial gives. Ahhh I love it all. We were also able to find the “Lie route 1” basically solving it in 5 seconds, but we were still surprised.

I do have a few problems. Mostly with how characters were acting, not the case itself. For one, I don’t like how Maki didn’t apologize. We see hints of it in her argument arment, but no actual scene and it just weakens her character. I also don’t like how Shuichi still wanted to find the truth despite knowing Monokuma didn’t know the answer. I get his whole arc up to this point was “find the truth no matter what!” But with Monokuma? Did that not raise a single red flag? I think that role should have been given to Tsumugi as foreshadowing. Sure it might’ve been too obvious, but we’re getting her reveal next chapter anyway. It also would have been cool see how much their plan was fucking with the mastermind.

Although, trial 4 would be pretty close if I wasn’t able to figure out it was Gonta through process of elimination before the trail even stared

[optiwashere]

I've finally finished up the Headcanuary 2024 fics.

Rating: Varies by ficlet with each ficlet/chapter rated in the title

Category: F/F

Ship: Shadowheart/Trans Fem Tav

Hopefully y'all have enjoyed the daily doses of fluff, smut, angst, hurt/comfort... you name it, really. These have been really fun for me as a sorta writing warmup every day in the morning. Which reminds me to say: inspiration is overrated. Discipline and rigor are the real method to writing constantly and consistently.

For the curious, which includes me, I've done a little breakdown of the ratings of each ficlet. Because IDK. Why not?

11/31 are Rated G with the majority of those being fluff or humorous type fics, with an outlier in Day 7 which is more of a weird Selûne & Shar spat fic lol.

8/31 are Rated T with these being mostly introspective angst and hurt/comfort, but there's a couple sweet and wholesome fics in here too.

5/31 are Rated M as the lowest rating by count, and these are mostly rated that way because they're violent. Except for Day 28. That one is about PTSD and I think trying to handle that with anything other than the Mature gloves is a bad idea.

7/31 are Rated E and these are all smut. I would say it's an even split on who's the "focus" of each of these fics, with a slight edge given to Shadowheart just because of uneven numbers.