#and i did a drabble yesterday and i was proud of it and posted

[savage-rhi]

3am magenta

[songsofreason]

between "He hasn't been in a library in so long and while Vergil would never say he missed them because devils do not miss anything at all, two tears silently track down his cheekbones and fall. He doesn't feel those either / DEVILS NEVER CRY." and "Most people look peaceful when they sleep--Cam has never looked peaceful a day in her life, Vergil thinks. She probably came into this world pissed off. He doesn't realize he's smiling to himself." i'm lowkey spitting today

[mostmagical]

to earth, from émilie

this 100 word drabble is the feather chapter from my @sadrien-week ficlet Like Salt Water to a Blister, posted yesterday to ao3, but I like it so much, I decided to share it here on its own.

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It was strange, to feel so proud of something so entirely morbid. But every bit of her was.

Her heart dropped to her stomach when it happened. When she saw her precious baby, lying on the ground, tears streaming down his red, ruddy cheeks. His tiny leg— swollen, even beyond the normal baby fat. It was horrible.

But at the same time, it was magnificent.

Instead of floating like a feather, he fell— to Earth. Solid, and human, and breakable. Real.

“Hush, you’re okay,” Emilie whispered as she brought Adrien close, kissing golden hair. “My love, stop crying.”

He did.

[hotcheetohatredwastaken]

Celebration: 88,978 Words in One Day!

Just yesterday, a few other LU writers and I, Hot Cheeto Hatred, hosted our first ever monthly (hopefully) Write-a-thon! This event ran on June 4 from 12 am EST to 12 am EST, with one goal in mind---write as many productive words within that day as humanly possible. Words included in the final marathon count ranged from storyboarding, fic writing, editing, answering comments, journalling and homework---basically, any words that furthered yourself, the writing community at large, or your stories. We utilized either the Discord Sprint bot or self-reporting to collect the numbers at the end. Everyone involved gave it their all, with most of them being present for most if not all of the run time as they were able, and I'm so proud of their dedication towards their craft. Anyways, here's the final breakdown of the numbers below, as well as the awards and titles earned by each participant, as decided by the discord server (and myself at random).

Now onto the awards:

I am pleased to report that @not-freyja (Freyja above) won the "Writer of All Time" Award, pulling ahead with 20,565 of our total words. What an accomplishment! Freyja participated from dawn to well, dawn, and they absolutely deserve all praise and awe.

I'm giving myself, @hotcheetohatred (Cheeto), the award "Writer of Some Time," as I fell behind our lovely Freyja by a mere few hundred words fifteen minutes before the clock struck midnight. Next time, Freyja, next time...

The "Actually A Writer" award goes to @marcusdoodlesalot (Marcus), who, despite the name, DOES actually write, not just draw! Who would have thought. Not Freyja, that's for sure.

The "Early Bird" award goes to @lerikwrites (Lerik), who solely sprinted in the wee hours of the morning (my time, at least). Terrible. Good job.

"Star Commentor" goes to @elle-rosewater (Eliot), because I stole most of her words for the count from my own comment section in the BDOR Prologues. We love you, Eliot :3 Can't wait to see you next month.

"Cheerleader" goes to @la-sera, who gave us much encouragement throughout the day. I stole your 19 words from you saying you were excited to read Estelian's work. Hope that's okay, because I really wanted to include you---you provided a lot, even if you didn't write with us this time <3.

@whumpitywhumpitywhumpity (Dowsemaxxer) earns "Spirit-ed Storyboarder" for all of his lovely, informative talk on Spirit and just what makes him so great as a rather underappreciated LU boy.

Two awards next! "Chief Editor" and "Most Student" both go to @unexpectedstormy (Stormy) for faer work on getting. stuff. done. Fae did a steady amount of work, so proud.

"Editor (of Word Count) in Chief" goes to @tashacee (Tash), who, at reporting time, was scrounging up 100 and 200 word bits like spare change while I desperately tried to do math. I love you, never change.

The title of "Specter" goes to @somer-writes (Somer), who logged in very few sprints, but participated with the rest of us and pulled up at the end with a whole 7.5K words and a bunch of fics to post at the end, with a lot of it being Ghost AU! He's amazing.

The award "Better Late than Never" goes to our resident artist and recently turned fic-writer @estelian-01 (Este), who joined only in the last half of the marathon but managed to pull a whole 4K! Pictures might be worth a thousand words, but Este wrote a couple more anyway.

@across-violet-skies (Riv) gets the title "Mover and Shaker (of Blorbos)" for managing to participate and get quite the hefty wordcount only a DAY after moving. They're a trooper, that's for sure.

@anime-obsessed (Vio/Nene) earns the award "Most Old School" for writing with pen and paper for most of the day. Please go rest your wrist after all of that.

The award "Head in the Clouds" goes to my bestie and beloved beta reader @needfantasticstories (Skip), who spent the day listening to music and writing Skyloft drabbles. I am nervous/excited to see if those drabbles turned out fluffy as a Loftwing, or perhaps into something more angsty.

@noorahqar (Qar), my lovely fragile Victorian wife, earns the title "Chatty." You know why. But you were there nearly all of the run time, and so engaging and encouraging throughout---a blessing to us all. And even then, you managed to pull so many words. I'm impressed.

And finally, @rosehipandroots / @rosetintedtears (Rose) receives the titles "ndskanefnre" (self chosen) and "Birthday Santa." The first was borne of panic of being asked to choose a title---the second of her relentless effort to get her birthday fics done. Great job.

I'd like to thank everyone that I tagged for participating in the write-a-thon, and thank all of you for helping me draft this post as well. If I messed up any word counts or details or pronouns, you want to request a title/award change, or I missed someone, please DM and let me know! The next Write-a-thon will be held on July 1 from 12am to 12am GMT, and we'll be trying to beat our record. Can't wait to see all of you then!

[xalandrix]

reviewing 2024

i picked up creative writing as a hobby in April of 2023 and posted my first fic in December of that year, so 2024 was my first full year as a "writer." (i cannot stress enough how much of a baby writer i am.) in 2024 i posted 6 fics and 5 double drabbles for a total of 21,227 words. hooray!

(it feels like yesterday that i did a "what are my drarries doing for christmas" post that linked all my substantial fics. one of my flaws as a human is that i loathe repeating myself, so i shan't relink everything here.)

while i posted over 20k of fic, i feel like my real success this year is that i wrote upwards of 90k, the majority of which went into just two drafts that both make me feral and delighted. branching out into works that are more complicated than one-shots is going pretty well, all things considered.

i am also proud of how i have asked for help when i felt like i needed it. i want to particularly thank @starquestingfordrarry and @rainstormradish, who have faithfully read both of my big drafts in their entirety. (much love to @hoko-onchi-writes, @enparallel, @jtimu, @sleepstxtic, @greattemptation, @apricitydays-lazynights, and others who have also loaned me their expertise. <3)

i'm still very much feeling my way around and trying to understand what works for me. hopefully 2025 will be the year i figure out how to actually finish a fic over 10k! my entire soul recoils at the thought of putting a deadline on my hobby, so i don't think fests are the answer. although i do have my heart set on participating in at least one fest this year. it'll be my first anon fest, so i'll get to experience that side of things. exciting stuff! looking forward to posting a lot more words :)

[hergrandplan]

writing tag game!

So many people tagged me in this so first up thank you @enjoythesilentworld @filmspring @malinowaj and @iwouldnevergetintofanfic for this fun little kinda confronting tag! (i dont like to think about my fics all the time but pushing through uncomfortability!)

1.How many works do you have on AO3?

As of yesterday, 24

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

148,768 (i have one collab, but also. it's not that much anyways lol, oh the joys of being a really slow writer)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Young royals the love of my life

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

You're the risk I want to take - I posted the final chapter of this fic half a year ago, and I still see love for it every now and then which just makes me so happy. This fic is still (and I think will always be) the one I'm most proud of, just how everything worked and fit together, the ease I had with writing it, the story itself... this version of Wilmon, meeting each other online, falling in love for the person and not the face, are still so near and dear to me and I'm so glad that so many people love them just as much. Like... even the other day I got the sweetest comment on it that brought some tears to my eyes, so thank you to everyone who has read this and loved it 💜 (and don't worry, I'm still planning for them to come back)

Got My Heart On Your Hand - Or also known as: the fic that got me through Hell Week (tm) last year while we were all anxiously waiting for the final episode, and in which I was absolutely convinced that they hadn't broken up. Still, I wrote this little fluff fest to cope and it still holds a special place in my heart. I really do believe Wille ended up getting that tattoo by the way

Suburban Legends - ... this I'm not gonna dwell too much on since I discontinued it earlier this year because I don't feel good about the way I handled parts of that story, and mostly the pacing. I let myself get influenced a bit too much rather than sticking to what I'd planned, and that just threw everything off kilter, which is why I made the decision to abandon it. I'll revisit the plot at some point, but this version of that plot... yeah, don't feel the best about it

Familiar Places - over a year of writing for Young Royals, and this has yet to be kicked out of the top 5 by kudos (it has been kicked out of the top 5 by pretty much everything else, but it's going strong by kudos)(again, might also have to do with my just being a slow writer). But this was when I still actively wrote for Percy Jackson, and was in collaboration with an old friend who's url I've definitely forgotten, but it was a fun thing nevertheless 💜

It'll tear me apart when you go - is it weird that my little smut fic that i only posted a few weeks ago has already sneaked its way into the top 5? this story genuinely scared me to post but GOD did I have fun writing it, and I'm still so overwhelmed at how it was received 💜

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to! There was a moment during You're the risk where I had way too many comments to respond to (at some point there were like 100+)(which was my own fault because people asked questions in comments that I didn't want to answer at that point for Suspense Reasons) but I managed to respond to them all eventually, and for Breaking Beds I hope to stay more on top of it (which... honestly I think I'll be able to do lol)

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

I usually give them a happy or open ending at the very least; even with It'll tear me apart when you go, I couldn't give them an angsty ending, even though that would have been the perfect set up for someone being left alone in a bed. but I just can't! I need them to be happy. The only actual angsty thing that I wrote that doesn't have a happy ending is a drabble that I wrote for YR Drabble week (One last time), but if I'd had more than 100 words I probably would have given that a happy ending too.

OO actually, there is a ficlet here on tumblr that I have yet to post on ao3 (even though I can, it's fully finished) that definitely had the most open ending, so maybe that

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

Definitely You're the risk. Mostly because so far it's my only finished chaptered fic that wasn't a collaboration, and the rest are just fluffy (or angsty) one-shots, so the happy ending is the entire story, whereas with You're the risk there's that actual build up to the happy ending (after things get a little bit messy)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

So far not! at least I hope so

9. Do you write smut?

as of January 3rd 2025, yes (and thank you to all wonderful writers within this fandom who inspire me with their smut fics, y'all are incredible)

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

Not yet, and tbh, I don't think I ever will

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope, not as far as I know

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have been offered once, but nothing has come of it (yet)

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

Absolutely!! and it was the best time. I also have a few in the works that I really hope happen some day alskjdgklas

14. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Suburban Legends ... we don't talk about her. on another more hopeful note, I do plan on actually finishing my contributions to Wille's month even if it's the last thing I do and even if no one but me cares

15. What are your writing strengths?

hell if i know. Some people say I'm good with describing their emotions and feelings? Like I make the reader feel what the characters are feeling very well?

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Repetition is the bane of my existence. I'm also always scared that my writing falls flat

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

Love!!! I do try to keep in mind what the reader knows or doesn't know, like with YR I'll throw in some Swedish words everyone should know, and some basic Spanish. and honestly as long as there's either a direct translation in the text, or in the notes, or it's clear from context, then i don't see the harm.

And honestly... one particular chapter of a particular fic comes to mind in which the Spanish was very much not translated on purpose and yeah...... that was something alright

18. First fandom you wrote for?

Either The Hunger Games or Percy Jackson... both on Wattpad. I think I've deleted all those fics now

19. Favorite fic you’ve written?

You're the risk I want to take !!! it just brought me so so so much joy to write

I have no idea who has or hasn't been tagged and hwo has or has done it so if you've been tagged already... ignore this please @bigalockwood @skibasyndrome @wildcalendula @toffeelemon and anyone else who might want to do this

[legolasghosty]

Hello my love!! How are you?

I saw this comic and immediately had to think of willex.

It would work either way I think, but my first thought was Willie as the green and Alex as the blue fox.

So now I'm unofficially handing this in as a prompt for a drabble, maybe when you need to get your mind off something this can jumpstart your writing cells (and if not, that's totally fine too, but I wanna hear your thoughts!)

Love youuuu!!

Hello my love!!! Sorry on the delay, I was meaning to have this ready to post yesterday! Curse irl people for taking up too much of my time and leaving none for my fiance :( But here we go!!!

Willie opens their eyes slowly. The bedroom is still dark; not even a sliver of sunlight falls from between the curtains. A faint light comes from the digital clock on the far side of the bed. It barely pushes back the shadows that cocoon them and fill the room.

Willie's first thought is that they must be in his room, since his bedroom window faces almost due west and doesn't get any sun till later in the day. But the sheets on the bed are pale and devoid of patterns. There's no dragon stuffy on the bedside table beside his phone. The shadow cast by the lamp looks like a turtle, not a bat.

Alex's room then. And it's dark. Which probably means...

Willie groans when he picks up his phone and sees the time. Great. His first day to sleep in all week and he's wide awake at 4:30 am. They mutter a curse at the heavens and roll over, leaving the evil phone on the bedside table.

The view on this side is much nicer at least. Instead of a timekeeping soulsucker, now he's staring at his sleeping partner's back. Alex's side rises and falls steadily with his breathing. The duvet, which Willie knows rather than sees is a dark pink, is bunched up around his waist. The shadows of the room caress his bare back like a blanket. Willie resists the urge to trace each line and curve of his spine. He doesn't want to wake him.

How the heck did Willie get lucky enough to score a guy this pretty?

Willie props himself up on one elbow to get a better look at his sleeping partner. Alex's hair has fallen over his face like it always does, the ends fluttering slightly as he exhales. His neck and shoulders are relaxed in that funny way that they never seem to get when he's awake. One arm is folded across his chest while the other stretches out towards the far edge of the bed.

Willie wishes there was enough light for him to examine all the random scars across his lover's body. There's the ones on his hands and wrists from his cats of course, and that one across his palm from when a drumstick broke on him and the idiot was too proud to pause midsong and get a new one. Then there's the one on his left bicep from a bike accident when he was a kid, and the one near his right elbow that even Alex doesn't remember the origins of.

The cluster of them on his knee from a bad fall when he was 12. The one on the back of his heel from wearing those awful sandals for too long on a family hike in high school. The ones on his chest that match Willie's. The one on his ankle from a stray box cutter when they were first moving in together.

So many memories, good and bad, all littered across his skin. Willie forces themselves to keep their hands tucked in close. No matter how badly he wants to curl up with his chest against Alex's back and trace every pale mark with his fingertips, Alex's alarm won't go off for hours. The last thing they want is to ruin his rest.

Willie knows they should probably roll over, drag their eyes off of the beautiful man laying beside them before they do something stupid. But for the life of him, he can't. Sue them, Alex is pretty and looks so soft in the embrace of the early morning shadows. It's all Willie can do to keep from reaching over to brush a strand of hair off his forehead, maybe let their hand trail down his shoulder on the way back.

No, he can't. Alex's sleep is important. No matter how much Willie wants to hold him, he can't wake him up. He can't. No. Nope. No cuddles, no waking up Alex-

"I can feel you vibrating," Alex mumbles, making Willie jump.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you," Willie hums back after a startled moment, their voice coming out gravelly and low.

Alex doesn't open his eyes, but the corner of his mouth quirks up. "Well you did, so we might as well cuddle," he points out, the words slurring together a bit.

Willie chuckles and shifts closer. Alex inches back until his back brushes Willie's chest. It's barely a minute before they're settled, Alex spooned by Willie's body. Alex lets out a contented sigh and nuzzles Willie's arm. Willie echos the sound as they press a light kiss to Alex's shoulder.

"Sleeping now," Alex slurs, his breathing evening out again.

"Sweet dreams," Willie responds. Their own eyelids are getting heavy, their heart rate slowing to match the steady drumming of Alex's against his chest. "Love you."

"Love you too," Alex mumbles as he succumbs to slumber.

Willie leaves another featherlight kiss on his husband's neck as the light fades away behind his eyelids. Gosh he was so in love. They certainly didn't mind waking up in the middle of the night sometimes if it would always end like this.

[rmd-writes]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

Thanks Michelle! Choosing five fics was like trying to choose a favourite child which is to say, it's impossible. Okay, that's a lie, my favourite child is the one who is not sucking the life from my soul at any given moment. Yesterday both of my kids got a turn - first my youngest, because he very sweetly packed me a little fun size Crunchie bar from his personal stash of lollies and brought it to the movies for me and kept checking whether I'd eaten it yet and if I liked it. But then later he was being so loud I couldn't think, so his older sister became my favourite child because she told him to be quiet. Anyway, I'm turning into one of those recipe bloggers who can't give a recipe without sharing their whole life's story, so here is my list of fics I'm proud of in which I absolutely cheat by sharing some fic series:

don't estop me now (RWRB)

(read to the victor, the spoils first and then the prequel, what, like it's hard?)

I'm really so proud of this lawyer AU! I had an absolute blast writing these fics and I think it shows in my writing - it's definitely some of my best. What, like it's hard? is the first really substantial long fic I've ever written and that in itself was a challenge but the snarky rivarly between Alex and Henry is just so fun to write! Whenever I see comments roll in on these fics it just makes me smile so hard to see other people enjoying them

Soon (Tarlos)

PWP but make it bite-sized (aka 37, 100-word chapters). This started as a drabble but then I got the slightly unhinged idea to continue the fic in drabbles (ie precisely 100 words at a time). Was it a challenge to write only 100 words and make sure each chapter told enough of the story in so few words? Yes. Did I have so much fun edging Carlos and the fandom alongside him? Also yes.

Feeling kind of sketchy (Schitt's Creek)

artist!David unwittingly helps Patrick find himself and finds love along the way. This one is a little different in style to my usual writing, and I really leaned into the slightly more poetic style in the second part which I actually structured around a poem.

Precious Love (Tarlos)

A 5+1 exploring TK's relationship with love and self-worth. I don't usually write much angst but I dove into it for this one and I like how it turned out! Don't worry, it has a happy ending, I'm incapable of writing anything else!

Do you even lift, bro? (Tarlos)

aka my Tarlos gym AU - each of these fics (Let's Get Physical, Let Me Hear Your Body Talk, I gotta handle you just right) stands alone as a one-shot but they are part of a planned seven-part series which contains an actual plot, despite the way they read like pwp. The thing I'm most proud of in these fics though, is the coding - with a big assist from @celeritas2997, I learned to code well enough to embed actual instagram posts and DMs with photos in these fics, which for someone who is absolutely not a STEM girlie, is a very big deal.

The Grindr Toolbox: A Guide to Getting Nailed

A Helping Hand (Tarlos)

This Is Not A Drill (David x Patrick)

Are You Screwing with Me? (firstprince)

I set out to write three fics for three fandoms based on one prompt, and while it was a tricky balance to set up three very different fics using the same loose structure, I like how these turned out!

[starskullz]

intro :3

HI HI !! figured i'd do a proper intro post because i haven't done one..

hey hey hi hi hello hello ! i'm starr!! you'll mainly find me in the overwatch and stardew fandoms on here but i'll occasionally dabble in my other ones !

i'm the proud parent (not really) of my love my light harp adler, my stardew oc !! he's truly my favorite guy ever so . please look at him LMAOO

my posts will be a lil slow here because i truly am only human, but you will get content from me . trust.

DOODLE REQUESTS ARE ALMOST ALWAYS OPEN! preferably harp centered- feel free to send stuff there to just ask me shit about him as well :3

also feel completely free to draw harp and include him in meme posts or doodles or whatever- TAG ME !!! i'd love to see it :3

ok now on to the boring shit.

masterlist :3

writing:

it comes and goes (in waves) !!!

^ my farmer/elliott might-be-longfic wip! she is my baby

stardewtober drabble:

as for my art (click for all of it.) my main recurring character is my boy harp!

find all of his stuff here! (refsheet specifically here. super prouf of it)

askblog

him and his husband

his lovely daughter, santi :3

i'll add on to this as i think of more to add! this is all for now though thank you harp nation !

[nessrealta]

question 1; question 8 for Shards of Memories; question 5 for Enigma

😁

Hi there! Right...

1. Of the fics you’ve written, which is your favorite and why?

There's a few drabbles from the LOTR era that I really love and I'm really proud of actually finishing The Worst Day Since Yesterday even though the writing is not always top notch but basically I really like how Shards of Memories turned out because I managed my writing style to work with Star Wars which is not always easy. Let's see how Enigma turns out because I enjoy writing it A LOT.

5. Did you make an outline for Enigma? Did you stick to it?

*Laughs manically* No. I write one chapter, post it and then think about what happens next (hence the long gaps between updating). Sometimes I take a little snippet from a previous chapter that didn't fit in and carry it over to the next chapter.

I know where I want the fic to go if I'm a) brave enough to do it b) can pull it off writing it in a meaningful way but other than that it is just exploring the dynamics between Kleya and Cassian. It all goes back to our little chat and crack!ship idea....

8. Which came first, the title or the fic re Shards of Memories?

Ha! That's an interesting one! The title is taken from that one line

Burning away his old life, his fevered dreams a kaleidoscope of fragmented shards of memories moving too fast, blurring and over-bright, spinning away until there remains only nothingness.

which just came to me when thinking about Cassian and what happened after that last scene in Andor and I thought it was just perfect - only I didn't have a fic to go with it and so I just wrote it down and put it on a shelf. It actually took a couple of weeks until I'd worked out what to do with it.

I chose Enigma for the title just before posting - so actually it's kinda both. The title (as part of the Perfect Sentence) came before the fic but the title as title came after I'd finished writing it!

[lockea]

Fic Writers Showcase Game

Copied from @skalidra

Rules: Go to your published works on AO3 and list the first fic you ever published there, the last fic you published, any fic that you wrote for a fandom/ship only once, your favorite fic you wrote in the fandom/ship that has the most works, the fic you wish more people read, the fic you agonized over the most, the fic that sprang fully formed from your mind without any effort, and a work you are proud of—for whatever reason.

My works page: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Lockea/works

First Fic Published: "Chrystallis Memoria" (Dissidia: Final Fantasy) back in 2011. It's a 1k drabble about the different warriors in Dissidia realizing they have a lot in common with each other, and was mostly an excuse to say "hey, Final Fantasy has a lot of recurring character motifs."

Last Fic Published: "Wake the Dawn" (Final Fantasy XVI) updated yesterday/is currently being updated. This fic imagines the protagonist of FFXVI, Clive, being born a Bearer (who are kept as slaves in the world of the game). Rather than having a noble upbringing and then becoming a slave later in life, how does being born as slave and raised that way affect Clive and his choices?

Fandom/Ship I Only Wrote Once: "Sundered Country" (Fire Emblem Path of Radiance/Radiant Dawn). A re-imagining of the whole plot of Path of Radiance had Soren been raised in Goldoa by his mother's family instead of being orphaned. I do want to write more FE fics in the future, and I may once I finish my current PoF play-through with my spouse.

Favorite Fic in Popular Fandom/Ship: Similar to Skalidra, I have works in large multifaceted fandoms (DCU and Star Wars) so I'm going to discard them as parent fandoms. Once you narrow down to specific fandoms, the most popular fandom I've written in becomes Voltron Legendary Defender. "A Broken Place" is probably my favorite of the three I've written. It's a very plot focused AU taking place on Mars that's based on a webnovel called "Northern Corporate Dominion" by remiheart that I read YEARS ago. It focuses on Shiro, who is a noble trapped in a loveless marriage as his degenerative illness steals his freedom, and Keith, a slave with a complicated past who is tasked with taking care of Shiro.

Fic I Wish More People Would Read: All of them? I think I wish more people read "Family (is more than blood)" (Guild Wars 2) because it's such a fun story. It was fun to take all the world building about the Legions in the game and tell a story about Rox and Rytlock.

Fic I Agonized Over the Most: Tough choice! Most recently, "A Single Grain" (Star Wars) has filled that role. I have a whole folder of just starts and stops and rewrites where I've tried to tell the story several different ways and I just canNOT get it going. I think I've got it figured out as a mosaic series where each story just weaves a much larger picture.

Fic That Sprang Fully Formed: A few have. Mostly oneshots. "Shelter" (DCU JayDick wingfic) and "An Unwilling Sacrifice" (Star Wars JangObi Fighter/Sacrifice AU) are the two that come to mind.

Fic I'm Most Proud Of: Still "The Sound of a Heart Breaking" (Kingdom Hearts). I have joked several times that it's my magnum opus for the amount of world building I did for it. How the heck did I even have the energy for all that fic? Funny enough, I recently wrote a oneshot in the verse that I haven't posted, so even though it's from 2009, it's still on my mind on occasion.

Not tagging, but please feel free to @ me if you decide to do this meme having seen me do it!

[jerzwriter]

(Not) Keeping Secrets (4/4)

All Casey asked for was to keep their engagement quiet until they told their parents on a scheduled visit two weeks away and to hold off on the baby news for the first Trimester. Well, Tobias let it all slip to Ethan on day 1. Then Ethan nearly tipped off Bryce. Thank goodness T & C's kinkiness gave her an out for the "baby girl" bear just yesterday. But, today... Tobias may just push her over the edge. (Drabble Below.)

Book:                   Open Heart (Post Series)

Pairing:                Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey MacTavish)

Category:            Fluff  

Rating:                 Teen

Words:                 995

Tobias & Casey Baby & Wedding Stories Masterlist (Part 1, 2, and 3 of this series will be posted here.)

The late afternoon sun was shining in Casey’s office. One day after the “baby girl bear” incident, she was proud of herself. Tobias and Ethan had been warned, Bryce was no longer suspicious, there was no evidence of her engagement or pregnancy in her office, and she even managed to hide her never-ending morning sickness from her friends. She was planning on telling Tobias to nominate her for an Academy Award as soon as this was over because even she didn’t know how she pulled that last one off. Six more days until they took a road trip to tell her parents in Philly and his Mom in DC. She rubbed the spot on her finger where the ring should be and smiled tenderly. They just might pull this off after all.

“Hey!” A boisterous voice interrupted her thoughts. 

“Jackie! What are you doing here? I thought you were off today.”

“I was, but I came in to check on a couple of my residents. They have some tricky cases, and I didn’t want to leave them alone.”

“Aww, look at you,” Casey smiled. “I always knew you had a heart under there!”

“Let that get out, and I will personally frame you for murder. Besides, I’m just doing my job.”

“You’re doing it well, Jackie. I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks. But I was here for a favor.”

“Shoot!”

“Do you mind if I crash on the couch for twenty minutes? I’m exhausted but waiting for Sienna’s shift to end. If I go to an on-call room, others will see I’m here on my day off, and….”

“Say no more! Mi sofa, es tu sofa.”

“You’re taking this learning Spanish thing seriously.”

“Sure am,” she smiled. “Now go to sleep.”

The next fifteen minutes passed quietly as Casey finished her paperwork, unbothered by an occasional, gentle snore from Jackie. But five minutes before Jackie’s alarm went off, that quiet came to a halt.

“Hey, babycakes!” Tobias blurted joyfully as he walked into the office. 

Casey chuckled to herself and thought, great, another term of endearment we can’t use for our baby. She motioned toward Jackie, ready to tell Tobias to keep it down, but he was already scrunched on his knees in front of her.

“What are you doing?” she exclaimed.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he smirked devilishly with a wink. “Take it easy; the door’s open. Maybe when we get home. I just got you a present.”

“Another present?”

“Yeah, I got you new shoes.”

“Oh, for the love of God,” Jackie grumbled through a yawn from the other side of the room.

“Jackie!” Tobias startled. “I didn’t realize you were here.”

“Of course, you didn’t. If you did, you wouldn’t be kneeling before your girlfriend, ready to slip on her newest pair of “fuck-me” pumps.”

“Bold of you to assume they’re fuck-me pumps,” he sneered.

“Are you telling me they're not?”

Casey removed the lid from the shoe box and lifted one of the most matronly white shoes she had ever seen. Now, she wore sensible shoes for a job that put such demands on her feet, but this was… extreme. Jackie looked on curiously with a raised eyebrow.

“Uh, T?” Jackie asked.

“Yes.”

“I thought you’re grandmothers were both dead?”

“They are.”

“Then how the hell do you explain giving Casey their shoes.”

“Very funny! I bought these for her because I did some research and found these are considered to be the most slip-resistant shoes made.”

“What?” Jackie stammered.

“Uh…” Casey jumped in, gently kicking Tobias to play along. “See, Tobias and I have been researching the effects of workplace falls. It’s a study for the Massachusetts Workers’ Compensation Board. We’ve seen quite a few horror stories, so he’s just being overly cautious.”

“So where are yours then, Dr. Carrick?” Jackie asked with crossed arms.

“They didn’t have my size in stock,” he fibbed. “So they’re being delivered to our home.”

Jackie took the shoe from Casey’s hand and examined it. 

“I think my shoes are slip-proof enough,” she said. “But you two do you. Sienna just texted me, so I’m out of here. I’ll close the door, so you can do whatever disgusting things you normally do when no one else is here.”

“I appreciate that, Jackie,” Tobias laughed after her. But his laughter ceased when the door closed, and he saw his new fiance’s face. “What?”

“Tobias Charles Carrick!” She yelled. “Can you go one day, just one day, without outing us?”

“How is looking out for my beautiful… girlfriend… and wanting her to be safe outing us?”

“Because Jackie is right! The only shoes you have ever bought me have been, well… not these. You’re lucky I’m quick on my feet, regardless of shoewear, and saved us again. I manage to hide my morning sickness from everyone, well, except Ethan… and you will be the one that gives us away!”

“I’m sorry, baby, I just….”

“Nope! No more sorry!” She said, jumping to her feet.

“OUCH!” he yelled, “What are you doing?”

“I’m practicing being a mom! I’m pulling you by the ear to Ethan’s office. We’re asking for the next two days off to go tell our parents. I have no faith that you’ll be able to make it another six days.”

“Excessive,” he smiled. “But, you know, it kind of turns me on….”

“Ugh,” Casey groaned, dropping her hand at once.

“What!?” HE chided, “I’m serious! Maybe next time we….”

She cut him off by pulling him in for a gentle kiss. 

“I adore you, Tobias. And I’m eager to let everyone know we’re engaged too. Maybe if we release that pressure valve, you can keep quiet about the baby a little longer. Can you do that? For me?”

Looking up at him with her beautiful blue eyes, he knew he couldn’t deny her.

“For you,” he placed a kiss on her head, “I’ll do anything. Now, let’s go find Ethan. We have a road trip to take.”

Next stop, telling Vivian...

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Ahahaha okay I got it! 28, 18, and 19 with Bakugou! Banging on his door at 2 and telling him how I missed him and why and oh it may also be because of yesterday's nightmare and I may be going a bit off-track so Katsuki just cuts me straight to the point and I go "...can I have a kiss??"

Yeah, that's that. This is way too specific. But yeah.

-🛐anon

'Slow Down' Bakugou Katsuki x reader {400 FOLLOWER EVENT}

PAIRINGS: Bakugou x reader WARNINGS: none GENRE: comfort, fluff POST TYPE: drabble

400 FOLLOWER EVENT REQUEST

PROMPTS: "Babe, it's 2am." + "You're making no sense" + "Can I kiss you?"

I love writing this, hope you enjoy 🛐anon! Both event requests you've sent have been really nice to write, I love the energy they have (If that makes sense lol) But anyways thank you!!!

Your insistent knocking sounded across the empty halls, startling awake the groaning ash blonde. His chest heaved with a heavy sigh, eyes fluttering open and squinting to adjust to the pitch blank blanket of his room.

Who the hell was banging at his door?

He scoffed, the groan only increasing with annoyance. Of course, he knew who. It was always you, coming to him after the smallest of things had set you off, begging for his company.

Of course, he didn't mind. Not that he showed it, but he was somewhat proud you thought of him to come to if anything were to occur. Still, it didn't stop his annoying demeanour from shining through.

It took perhaps every fibre of his being to push himself off the bed, rolling from underneath the cover and begrudgingly trudging to the wobbling wooden door.

"Katsuki?"

He heard your voice sound from the hall, noticing the small hint of worry and desperate tone in your voice. He faltered, eyebrows furrowing in gentle confusion.

Fiddling with the latch, the door was swung open before you, your knocking ceasing once your eyes fell on your ash blonde boyfriend.

"Babe, it's 2am."

His hands were shoved deep in the pockets of his sweats, the loose-fitting top blowing gently in the open breeze of his balcony. "What the hell are doing?"

You pulled the blanket draped around your shoulders closer, a certain wobble in your voice as your words mixed and muddled together.

"I um, I missed you. And I don't know why but I couldn't stop thinking about you instead of sleeping. I tried so many things...oh, except schoolwork. It's been really hard recently don't you think? Everyone seems to be struggling a little except you of course. You look really pretty tonight, did I tell you that? I had a nightmare though and you weren't there, you wouldn't leave me, right? But..."

Pinching the bridge of his nose, a soft sigh left his lips, already beginning to tune out from your rambling. "You're making no sense, Y/N."

You paused at his words, an embarrassed laugh echoing from your mouth. "Right, sorry."

Shaking his head, he leaned against the doorframe, a small hint of concern in his eyes. He wouldn't admit it, not now anyway, but he was worried for you.

It wasn't an uncommon occurrence for you to come wandering to him in the middle of the night, and most times he found you himself - curled up on the couch at some ungodly hour playing a game or eating something you somehow cooked.

But despite this, he knew your emotions better than anyone. Better than yourself, some days. He understood you were missing him, a small hint of himself sympathising with the all too familiar strain of the heart.

"Just cut to the chase, what do you need?"

You looked towards him, fiddling with the edges of the fluffed up blanket you dragged from your room.

It was hard to ignore the natural beauty that almost radiated from him. His muscles flexed under the dim light, a figure leaning over your own and vermillion eyes shining despite the darkness.

"Can I kiss you?"

Grumbling a set of incoherent words, his hands reached out, yanking you towards him. His lips pressed softly to yours, dancing across your own until he pulled away with a soft smile, forehead resting against the top of your head.

"Now go to sleep. I don't want to see your dumbass sleeping through the class again, got it?"

Laughing softly, you nodded, allowing him to step back into the cool night air of his room. "I love you, Katsu."

He paused, the soft smile evident on his face before the door clicked to a close behind him.

"I love you too, idiot."

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2022 - My Year in Fic

I was tagged by the wonderful @danpuff-ao3 and woah...looking over what I've done this year, I still can't believe it. Because 2022!!!! It should be known in my journals as the year I came back to writing fanfics. I've written so many after years of writer's block and, while most are drabbles and short one-shots, I am insanely proud of what I accomplished. My eternal thanks to the Harry Potter fandom, the SK8 fandom, and all the prompt communities on Dreamwidth. Truly, they are the superstars for providing the sparks. The first step is getting over the hurtle and smashing that writer's block, and the next (I hope) is breaking that 10k mark for one of my fics. *crossing fingers*

I won't list all the fics I've written this year. That's insane. My AO3 currently has 125 works published for 2022 and I still have XXX more to upload before the week is out. But here are some I'm insanely proud of and maybe, hopefully, crossing fingers you find enjoyment in them too.

Tagging: Still not comfortable in tagging random people, so if you came across this post and want to write up your year in fic, go right ahead! I want to see what you've written this year!

💙 01 - January

Lava Cake - (Harry Potter, Snarry, G, 452 words) from a prompt on the House of Snarry discord server

Harry bakes a lava cake for Severus.

“This is not carbonara.” - (SK8 the Infinity, Matchablossom, T, 698 words) Inspired by the 'What Did You Eat Yesterday?' manga series

Another night at Sia la luce – just without the carbonara.

💙 02 - February

Devotion - (SK8 the Infinity, Matchablossom, T, 7316 words) - A remix of my fanfic 'Intricacies'

Kojiro wants to know Kaoru's stance on them adopting kids. It's time for a long overdue conversation.

Intricacies - (SK8 the Infinity, Matchablossom, M, 2111 words)

Kojiro thinks he know everything about Kaoru, him learning the ins and outs of all things Kaoru since he was five. However, Kaoru continues to surprise him.

💙 04 - April

Croaking Together - (Harry Potter, Snevor, G, 300 words) Written for April's Fools day.

After a potions mishap, Professor Snape was accidentally turned into a toad.

💙 05 - May

Colours - (Harry Potter, Snarry, E, 2268 words) For the Liquid Luck Drabble challenge.

Severus follows the new Hogwarts professor into the Forbidden Forest one night.

Hawthorn - (Harry Potter, Snarry, G, 1237 words) For the HP Flowers Spring Round.

Harry keeps constant vigil by Severus's bedside after the Battle of Hogwarts.

"I'm in. I'm all in." - (Harry Potter, Snarry, M, 8413 words) For Snape-Potter's 2022 Snarry-a-Thon.

"You're her next of kin," said the social worker, cutting through the silence. The clock ticked in the background. Potions bubbling away in the next room over. And Severus Snape found himself holding a baby in his arms.

💙 06 - June

Falling Stars - (Harry Potter, Snarry, M, 3514 words) For the Liquid Luck Drabble challenge.

Severus wishes upon a falling star.

Pink - (SK8 the Infinity, Matchablossom, G, 200 words) For the Weekly Drabble Zone community.

Five years old Kojiro just wants to touch Kaoru's very pink hair.

Warmth - (Harry Potter, Snarry, G, 1074 words) For the hp-coffeehouse community.

Severus takes refuge during a downpour at his favourite coffee shop.

💙 07 - July

Dragons - (Harry Potter, Charlie Weasley/Severus Snape, M, 2659 words) For the Liquid Luck Drabble's Liquid Luck Never Have I Ever Challenge.

Charlie Weasley has an affair with his Potions professor.

On the Precipice - (SK8 the Infinity, Matchablossom, G, 719 words) For Kojiro Nanjo Week 2022.

Kojiro picks Kaoru up for their date.

💙 08 - August

Binds - (SK8 the Infinity, Matchablossom, E, 1783 words) Personal celebration of reaching 69 listed works on AO3.

Kaoru goes to Kojiro to unwind.

Forgiveness - (Harry Potter, Severus Snape/unnamed male partner, G, 625 words) For the hp-coffeehouse community.

Severus meets an old lover.

Lilac - (Harry Potter, Snarry, G, 1366 words) For the HP Flowers Spring Round.

"You're cursed," declared Hermione. She dropped several books onto the table, scattering the flowers lying about, and took a seat. There were petals on the table and on the floor — especially on, above, under, and surrounding Harry.

💙 10 - October

A Doe and Her Stag - (Harry Potter, Snarry, G, 500 words) For the HoS's 2022 Snarry AUctoberfest

The doe lowered her head — a sign of trust and complete fidelity. The stag, in turn, nibbled her ears, rubbing alongside her neck and urging her up. They galloped around, running circles around the clapping children and toddlers to the amusement of the adults in attendance.

Nightshirts (with art from Soltituss) - (Harry Potter, Snarry, M, 1428 words) For the HoS's 2022 Snarry AUctoberfest

Ever since Harry saw Severus in his long, grey nightshirt back when he was at Hogwarts, he longed to curl up inside the garment, to feel the lasting warmth of Severus's body and to smell the enduring scent of Severus's skin.

Reverence - (Harry Potter, Snarry, G, 200 words) For the HP Halloween 2022 gift exchange.

Harry and Severus pay reverence at Godric's Hollow.

💙 11 - November

Darkness - (Harry Potter, Snarry, E, 200 words) For the Weekly Drabble Zone community.

Harry squeezes.

Microwaving Potions - (Harry Potter, Snarry, G, 300 words) For the Harry100 community.

Harry suggests brewing potions via microwave.

The Prince and the Bezoar - (Harry Potter, Snarry, G, 500 words) For the HoS's 2022 Snarry AUctoberfest

"I need to do what?" asked Severus, lips curling in disgust. "Pass the Sleeping Beauty test," said Harry, who was enjoying the spectacle a bit too much if you ask for Severus's opinion.

💙 12 - December

The Christmas Presents - (Harry Potter, Snarry, G, 450 words) For the Adventdrabbles community.

The various Christmas presents Severus gave Teddy over the years.

Fruitcakes - (Harry Potter, Luna/Hermione & Dron, 450 words) For the Adventdrabbles community.

Hermione goes to Draco for relationship advice.

Snuggle - (SK8 the Infinity, Matchablossom, G, 200 words) For the New Year's Countdown community.

Kaoru pretends he doesn't like to snuggle.

There are some anon fics I want to list for December, but the reveals aren't up till January, so maybe I'll do an addendum to this post later.

[bibbykins]

Penumbric Commitments (M)

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day!! I wrote this up real quick yesterday, so please forgive any lacking in quality, but I had the idea and absolutely sprinted with it! I hope you all enjoy and look forward to the next full length fic I post, which I gave a not so little hint in here to!

Warnings: 18+, unhealthy relationship, manipulation, yelling, rough sex, light bondage, the usage of a belt as wrist restraints (consensual), brief fingering, male cumming inside, talking about not wanting a child, daddy kink, threatening to leave, offering to kill someone, semi-graphic talks of killing someone

Word count: 3.8k

Genre: Soft Yandere, Mafia! Au

Summary: Hindsight says Namjoon so easily complying with not having children was too easy considering his position in the business and the nightmare his parents had readily become. What you didn't realize was how far Namjoon was willing to prove to you he meant what he said that day: all you both ever need is each other.

Note: this is a canon drabble apart of the Silhouetted Bonds fic linked here

It's times like these that you regret getting a traditional clock. The ticking was incessant and daunting. It felt like it was getting closer and closer to your ear with the deafening silence it was slicing through. Analogs had to be the way to go, or better yet, none at all. The last thing you needed right now was a reminder of how much time has been spent at this table. Namjoon had sprinted home the moment his mother called him after your meeting with her. 

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"Mrs. Kim, always a pleasure." You shook the older woman's hand with a tight smile. 

She returned yours with an equally fake smile, "Please, you know you can call me mother." She chided, but nevertheless you stayed silent as you sat back down at the table in your home. It used to be mom.

It was 8 a.m. your mother in law wanted to meet, so to be petty, you stated 9 a.m. would be great. It's a shame that your relationship with her came to this, but truthfully, it was far from your fault.

While in the beginning she had been like a mother to you, things quickly took a steep downturn the moment Namjoon reintroduced you into his life. The woman who had once been lively, rebellious, and took charge became a demure, stoic, and merely content wife. She had given you talks about your duty as the wife of the boss and the expectations she expected you to fulfill nowadays as opposed to telling stories of her youth and teaching you how to bake eccentric treats. She had even admonished you for leaving Namjoon, an idea she gave you really. Since then, she had always stated your allegiance to the business and your own husband had yet to be proven in her eyes. The notion struck you to only provide her with business professional talks.

You had always known her and Namjoon's father had been a marriage of convenience, but there seemed to be intense love between them, at least at one point. You're not sure when that collapsed in your absence, and sure you felt bad,but you did not care for her patronizing tones. If Namjoon wouldn't retaliate, she almost definitely would've had you killed the moment you decided to leave her precious son. 

"Now, I understand you're a busy woman, so I'll be chaste." She spoke as she took her seat, giving you a pointed look, "Do you feel as though you've made up for your betrayal?" This was obviously a trick question in her eyes, the simple answer being no.

However, you couldn't care less, "I have never betrayed anyone close to me, including Namjoon, if that's what you mean." You met her eyes with valor, "I don't see why you feel the need to ask such a silly question each time I see you." 

She laughed humorlessly, "Maybe I'm hoping for the right answer to cross your stubborn mind." Truly, if Namjoon didn't love and cherish his parents so much you would've told her to fuck off and mind her business, maybe focus on her own shitty marriage, by now. Alas, Namjoon was a people pleaser and fiercely intent on being a filial son.

"You mean your answer to the question about how I feel?" You raised a brow, "Even when apart from Namjoon, I took no other man. I've never even lied to Namjoon, I've been nothing but an honest and hardworking wife after forgiving his own shortcoming in honesty." You watch her fist clench in her lap at the suggestion of her precious boy having a shortcoming of any sort, "A shortcoming well remedied, seeing as I'm still here." You chided lightly in spite of the heavy tension. You pitied your staff in this moment for having to watch this battle of wills.

"Sometimes husbands lie to… protect, their wives." She struggled to find the right words as she regurgitated what Namjoon's father undoubtedly told her one too many times. Misery loves company, and goodness, did she want you to be as miserable as her.

You returned her fake smile two fold before speaking, "That's lovely, but I don't need protecting from my husband, I need trust, honesty, respect." The final word made her back straighten, "I'd like to live in reality with him, not be shielded from it, but I respect what you wish for your own marriage, but this is what I like for mine." 

She hummed in faux thought, "Very well, I can leave you to reflect on what marriage should be, you're still so young." You fought the urge to roll your eyes, "However, you're not that young…" This was a new addition, "When will I be receiving a grandchild?" 

Your brows furrowed. Namjoon told you she took the news of no grandchildren quite well. He told you that she was informed of your no children rule mere days after you spoke the words. The radio silence on the topic of children each time you met with either of his parents confirmed much for you, and you had even found yourself quite proud of him for standing his ground with you. Surely, his parents are not nearly old enough to be so forgetful.

This was the first question in a while that made you falter, and you could see the satisfaction she gained from it, "Grandchildren? I'm unsure what you-"

"Namjoon told me the last time I visited him in prison, you wanted to wait for your fifth wedding anniversary before trying for children, isn't that coming up quite soon?" She raised a brow and you felt your heart shatter. 

He lied to you. Again. He lied to you mere moments after you were ready to forgive him for lying to you the first time.

You let out a bitter laugh, "He did now?" She nodded and you shut your eyes for a moment, "It seems I've been made a fool of again." You sighed before looking as confusion crossed your mother-in-law's features, "I told Namjoon the very last time I visited him in prison that I did not want kids, ever."

"You know that's not possible for him, he's a successor." She laughed at your boldness.

"You know that he is an adult man with 6 brothers, biological or not, who will all marry one day, surely one of them will adopt or have a child." She scoffed at this, "I got my tubes tied years ago." This wiped the smile off her face.

"Does Namjoon know about this?" She snapped and you nodded with a bitter smile.

"He accompanied me to the appointment for moral support." You shot back.

"Well, your tubes can be untied and-"

"No." You deadpanned.

"No?" She mimicked in disbelief.

 "If Namjoon requires a child, he will also require a new wife." Your voice was cold and you watched shock settle into the woman across from you, "With his habit of lying coming to light, he may have to find a new wife regardless."

She stood, "Don't be-"

"Please, do not waste your breath on orders I will not be following." You held your hand up to silence her.

"I'll call Namjoon, he can talk this out with you, so you can see things our way." She tried to sound reassuring as one of your staff rushed to see her out respectfully when you did not budge from your seat.

You stayed seated at the mahogany table, staring at your wedding ring. You didn't want to get a divorce. You loved Namjoon, more than anything, and yet, did he love you more than anything?

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You're not sure how long you stayed there, questioning everything, but it was enough time for Namjoon to come home. He ripped the door open, eyes searching frantically, ready to make sure you had not already left him before his eyes landed on your figure. From there, he took his seat across from you at the table and waited until he could no longer take the silence.

"Are you going to say anything?" Your husband's voice was calm, although fear was evident in his timbre.

You sucked your teeth and shrugged, continuing to look at your freshly manicured nails, "What's there to say?" Your voice was short, as if you were already tired of the conversation before it could even start, "You lied to me."

Your husband dropped his head into his hands and sighed, "Junebug, I'm sorry, I-"

"You embarrassed me, again." You look at him for the first time all night with a sharp glare, "Are you trying to find an excuse to divorce or do you just not care about me?" 

"Neither!" His head shot up and he met your eyes with deep regret when he realized you were looking at him with the anger and hurt he found you with all this years ago, "I love you, more than anything-"

"Obviously not!" You snapped, "Do you have any idea how it feels to explain to your shitty and judgy mother in law that, in spite of what her precious son said, you had no plans to have children, that you got your fucking tubes tied?!" Namjoon sighed, either in shame or pain, "Were you just hoping that would come around? That I'm such a fickle woman that I don't mean what I say?" 

His brows furrowed, "No, if I thought that, why did I let you get your tubes tied?!"

"Let me?" Your voice was mockingly soft, "You let me, huh?" You cocked your head slightly and he closed his eyes in frustration, "How fucking charitable of you, my sweet husband, master of the fucking house, to let your dumb little wife make a choice for her body!" You stood, "How considerate of you to play supportive husband only to fold the moment your mother asks you a question-"

"You know what my duty as the only son is!" It was his turn to raise his voice, but he immediately regretted it as he saw your eye twitch.

"And you knew my stance on kids before you got out of prison." You seethed, "You know why I don't want a fucking kid, nor do I plan to fold on my stance, because I'm all I've got left there." Namjoon's mouth parted slightly before he pressed his lips together.

"It's not my fault you don't want a kid because you'd be a bad mother just like your own." The words left his mouth before he could even begin to consider the repercussions. He was about to open his mouth again to back track wildly, but it was far too late as you took a step back, the weight of his words being too much to take from across the table.

He watched hurt consume your irises for only the second time in his life, the first time being mere hours before you left him for years, before you made him promise to never betray you like that again as a condition for you to come back to him. A condition that he evident did not adhere to in your eyes. "Do you want to know what made my mother such a bad mother?" He watched as the embers of rage within your eyes were only stoked by his reflection in your pupils, although he could see a thin layer of moisture begin to build up, pain, "You know, like I would be?" Your words were almost mocking as he stayed eerily still, "An unsupportive, isolating, and shitty sorry excuse for a fucking husband." Your word hit him like a truck.

Unsupportive. Isolating. Sorry excuse for a husband.

You weren't wrong right now. He felt shitty. He knew he should've just stood his ground. His parents didn't matter if it meant losing you, "I didn't mean that, what I said about-"

"You're right." A tear fell and he felt his heart shatter, "So if you want a kid, it'll have to be with someone else."

"I don't want anyone else, I never have!" He made his way to you as you weakly stepped back, "You're all I need." His voice was soft as he went to grab your hand, but you pulled away.

"You said that last time." Your tears were beyond your control as you wiped at them in vain, "You said that mere days before you told your mom that we were going to have kids and you told me your mom took the news well." You sniffled, "You lied to me, I can't believe that you lied to me and let me just walk around like a fool believing you, again!" 

He was stunned silent again. You were right. He had lost his back bone under the strict gaze of his parents and folded under pressure. He betrayed you, and all he could do was hope for your forgiveness.

You shook your head as he remained mute, "I need some time." You went to walk past him and to the door but he engulfed you in a hug, "Namjoon!" You struggled weakly to pull him from you but froze when you heard a sniffle.

"Please, don't go." He begged as he held you close, "I can't lose you again, I'm so sorry, please."

You fought sobs from escaping your mouth, "You lied to me, and your mom-"

"I'll kill her if you want me to." He spoke and your blood ran cold at his tone. He was serious, "My mom and my dad, I'll tell them we're not having children and if they can't handle that, they can leave us alone or die."

Your eyes were wide, tears frozen in time. Namjoon loved his parents. He was always a kid intent on surpassing their expectations, and he had made that clear to you when you started dating in highschool. You were his only sign of rebellion. He was intended to marry a woman from an affluent family, but he met you. You had figured that would be where his rebellion ended, but here he was, handing his parent's hearts in your hands and awaiting orders.

"Joonie, y-you can't mean-" You sputtered to reason but he only held you tighter.

"Or even if you just want me to kill them, I will, with my own hands of course, nobody else can know." His remained headstrong in his resolve, stroking your hair, "I don't care what I have to do to keep you with me." He kissed the top of your head, "You are the only person, the only thing on this Earth that matters to me I cannot live without you." 

A sick, and extremely twisted part of you wanted to call your mother-in-law and say, "Hah!" You wanted to rub it in her face that her son, in spite of everything, chose you. Her precious boy has been yours for years now. However, your sanity slipped through the cracks as you shook your head again.

"You love your parents." You shook your head as you cried into his chest, "And if you felt that way, why would you lie to me?"

He sniffled, "I was weakened, not 100% sure you would truly accept me with open arms and I panicked when they asked." He sighed, "I know it's pathetic and I know I seemed like I knew we would make it, but I didn't know that. They never brought it up after that so I naively thought they would forget and when they asked me again, I would tell them the truth and-"

"You're so stupid." You cried harder into his chest and felt him nod, "If you're scared to face your parents, tell me, and we'll do it together." You were surely ruining his dress shirt, but he stroked your hair soothingly, "Your mom has been calling me a shitty wife for years and after today, she must truly believe it, and I-I should take some time-" Namjoon held you, arms sliding down your body as he got down to his needs and you felt your heart drop, and you gasped, "Stop, don't-" 

You tried to help him up but he grabbed your wrists as he looked up at you with tear stained cheeks and eyes as wet as yours, shaking his head at your frantic protests as he kissed your hands and your wedding ring tenderly, "I can't lose you again." His voice was weighty with sorrow at the thought of you being away from him, "You matter more to me than my duty as a successor does, than my parents do, even more than this whole fucking business." He rubbed his cheek against your hand in desperation as you stood frozen from the shock of Namjoon begging on his knees with the utmost humility. The most powerful man in the city, undoubtedly the country as well, was on his knees crying and begging you to stay, "If killing my parents is what I have to do to prove it, I will. Name how you want it done, when you want it done, and I'll do it." He was dead serious and he could tell you knew it as tears spilled onto your cheeks even more, "You're a better wife than I deserve, and all I can ever hope is to be even a fraction of the husband you deserve, and I'm sorry I've been missing the mark." This made your face twist in pain, regret. Namjoon, up until today, had been nothing short of perfect, and even now he was making up for it, "Almost losing you nearly killed me, and-and I get that sometimes people need time to calm down but I would just prefer you beat the shit out of me instead-"

"I didn't mean that either!" You cried out as you sunk down to your knees to hug the sobbing man before you, "You aren't a sorry excuse for a husband, you're just a goddamn idiot, and I didn't want time I just didn'twant to see your stupid face because I was so angry." You laughed as he did for a moment, "Above all else, you're an amazing husband. I love you, always have, I just hate when you lie-" Your voice in his ear was like heaven as he felt a weight lift of his shoulders.

He grabbed your legs to wrap around his waist before you could properly settle onto your knees. He held you close and he soothed your cries, "I haven't lied to you since, I can promise you that." He sighed and you scoffed, "You don't have to believe me. I'm just asking you to stay with me so I can prove it over time." 

"I'm...I'm not leaving you." You sighed into his neck before he pulled you back to trap your lips between his as he kissed your with a vigorous passion. When you returned his kiss with an equal amount of desperation, he began to stand with you in his arms before promptly laying you on the couch, never detaching his mouth from yours the whole time.

You settled into the velvet cushions as he ground himself into your sex, making you gasp, "I love you, my darling." He murmured into your mouth while one of his hands slid your dress up and your panties to the side before brushing his fingers across your pussy and groaning at your wetness, "Oh fuck, you're so wet, baby." His mouth went to your ear as you moaned, threading your fingers into his hair, "Was it me promising to kill for you or me getting onto my knees that did it, hm?" He rubbed slow circles over your clit and you gasped, "You get off on me spilling blood for you? You get wet by me demeaning myself to keep you right here, where you belong?" 

"Yes, daddy, I do- fuck!" You clutched his hair harder as his finger slipped in and your hips wiggled impatienly, "Just fuck me, I don't care about being stretched, fuck me." 

Too desperate to even hesitate, Namjoon undid his belt, ripping it from his trousers as he secured your wrists within the leather garment, as he had done many times before. He undid your belt as he pushed your arms up and his pants down with his boxers. He slid into you with a deep groan that you matched with a wanton moan. He fucked himself into you feverishly, wasting no time in chasing your high as his nimble finger went down to stimulate your clit, "I love you so fucking much, y/n." He groaned as he felt you tighten, "I don't care who I have to kill to prove it, I'll even let you watch the light drain from their fucking eyes if it means you'll stay with me." 

You moaned out as he whispered gruesome threats to the outside world intermingling with sweet nothings as he held the belt around your wrists,using it as leverage to fuck you harder. If you were sane, you would not be getting closer and closer to orgasm as he cursed the rest of the world into painful deaths just to have you as his wife, but here you were, clenching around him and opening your legs further so he can go deeper, "Shit, I'm gonna cum!" You cried out, arms going over Namjoon's head so you could pull him down to you by the neck and kiss his lips messily.

His hand went from your clit as he wrapped his arm around you to hoist you up and slam himself into you further, "That's right baby, cum for daddy and I'll give you my cum." He cooed in spite of the strain to keep himself from busting you before you get your release. His words only threw you over the edge as you climaxed, hurdling him into his own. He fucked his cum into you like always and you moaned lightly until he was done.

He held himself inside of you as you both gained your breath again, exchanging occasional kisses, "You don't have to kill them, you know." You spoke finally "Although, I won't be so cordial with their bullshit anymore."

He nodded, "I'm by your side, Junebug, forever and always." You smiled before kissing him.

"And I, you." You hummed blissfully.

"We have everything we need between just the two of us, I promise." He smiled against your kiss while you nodded, "You'll be the only one calling me daddy for the rest of out lives- hey!" You smack his chest lightly as you both laughed blissfully, letting the seriously twisted shit that just transpired be a simple part of the past.

"Your mom is a bitch." You giggled tiredly as he chuckled.

"Don't worry about being nice to her if you don't want to, I have my priorities straight." He gave you another kiss that you returned with glee.

As he was cleaning you up, your hazy mind allowed you to feel smug at the fact that you just saved your shitty in-laws from certain death. You were their ticket to life. You were their precious successor's priority. You were his only true love.

Namjoon watched with nothing but love as he tucked your sleeping form into bed. Thinking on it now, he doesn't know if he could even stand the idea of you loving a child as much as you loved him. He enjoyed his monopoly over your affection, and a child would only throw a wrench in that for him. Taehyung liked kids, Jungkook seemed like a family man, maybe even Hoseok if that new girl he's saying is as serious for him as he says. All it took was one kid to carry on the business, so you didn't need to worry your pretty little head about it.

All you had to worry about was staying by his side and all he had to worry about was being a good enough husband to keep you there. He kissed your forehead as he held you closer to him, texting his mom the next time she disrespects you or his marriage, there would be consequences. 

You were the only person he needed. He would do anything to make you understand that. 

The ticking of the clock was nowhere to be heard as you laid in Namjoon's arms. You snuggled into him as you caught sight of the thinly veiled threat he sent to his own mother on account of your feelings. He was yours just as much yours were his and the victory of it all had never tasted so sweet. His heartbeat was all you could hear, steady, loving, and to the beat of the drum you commanded. 

You both wouldn't have it any other way.

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haikyuu boys as insecurities they find attractive/they’d help you with pt.2

[akaashi, bokuto, oikawa, atsumu]

a/n: i’m a little dumb and forgot to open my asks, but they’re open now! akaashi’s drabble hits close to home cuz this literally happened to me yesterday :| i’m gonna make these with fewer characters cuz the first post was too long LMAO

tw: body image issues, low self esteem, cussing etc. slight angst with a lot of fluff + some humor

AKAASHI is a quietly loving s/o. he prefers to care for you in ways that are subtle and consistent rather than big romantic gestures. but when you’re ready to leave the house wearing a baggy hoodie and sweatpants in 90° weather he can’t help but ask why. he says something like, “y/n, it’s too hot outside to wear that. why don’t we find you something more comfortable to wear.” you avoid eye contact and mumble a response, “i was wearing a tank top, but my friends kept saying my spine stuck out and laughed about it... i’m too SKINNY, ‘kaashi. i eat more than bokuto, but nothing helps.” he has a pained look on his face, but he listens to you rant about your insecurities. you thought he wouldn’t remember, but when you’re in bed that night he comes behind you and leaves a trail of small kisses down your spine. when he’s finished, he reassures you. “there’s nothing wrong with you, sweetheart. i think you’re perfect.”

BOKUTO is the most loving boyfriend you could ever ask for. he loves to brag about you and show you off to anyone who will listen. but when you shy away from his pda, it breaks his heart a little. (emo mode on 10) it triggers his sensitivity to rejection, which triggers immense feelings of guilt from you. he’ll avoid eye contact and ask quietly, “are you mad at me?” seeing him get so upset over you makes you want to curl up in a ball and cry. you manage to respond with, “not at all, bo. i’m just too shy and when everyone looks at us it makes me uncomfortable. honestly, i’m just UNCOMFORTABLE WITH PDA. i love that you’re proud of me but i can’t take having everyone’s eyes on us. i’m sorry bo, you deserve someone who loves the attention you give and doesn’t get embarrassed so easily, i’m sorr-” he cuts you off. “i didn’t even think about whether or not it would make you uncomfortable, so i’m the one who should be sorry. we don’t have to do anything in front of people! we can save it all for private!! i really love you, babe! i won’t do anything to make you nervous again, okay?” you can’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm to make you feel safe. you grab his hand and his eyes widen, you just said pda makes you uncomfortable?? “how about we hold hands for now? and later if i feel more comfortable, we can add other small things.” “okay!!! :D”

OIKAWA is one of the most talented people around. of course, talent comes with fangirls. it’s like your own personal hell. he never understands why you get distant after games, sometimes not even talking to him until the next day. when he approaches you about the subject, he’d never thought you’d say you have TRUST ISSUES. i mean sometimes it can seem like he’s flirting, but that’s just his charming persona. you have to explain it to him in a way that he’d understand. “toru, you haven’t done anything to betray my trust, but i have a bad history with guys being dishonest and i don’t really trust anyone fully. especially when you flirt with those girls.. i know it’s superficial but can you at least make it known that you have a girlfriend?” he gives you a funny look before answering, “everyone knows i have a girlfriend! last night, i was talking to a few girls about where i should take you to dinner this week. i know they seem flirty, but they respect our relationship. and even the ones that don’t, they know i’m happy with you.” you let out a sigh of relief, but still needed more reassurance. “you would tell me if something happened, right?” you asked him. he let out a chuckle and embraced you in a tight hug. “of course, baby. i tell you everything. you don’t have to trust me right away, but i promise to always be honest with you, alright?” (pls can we stop making fanon oikawa seem like a lying cheating whore he’s literally a good guy omfg)

ATSUMU doesn’t go falling in love with just anyone. they have to intrigue him, which doesn’t happen often. but you did right from the start. you were a foreign student who had just learned japanese. you could say exactly what you needed to, but your ACCENT made you hard to understand sometimes. it frustrated you beyond wits end that you couldn’t say certain things properly, but he adored the way you spoke. not everyone did, though. a couple of snobby teachers pointed out the fact that you sounded foreign. when atsumu found you crying about how you hated your accent, he was pissed at whoever made you feel like an outsider. “well i love yer accent, doll. i know it can be tough, and i have a bit of an accent myself, but i’d love’ta help ya in any way i can. now if you need help pronouncing a word, just come ta me and i’ll tell ya how ta say it, okay?”

atsumu bonus: you took his offer seriously and in no time, you were walking around talking just like atsumu. his little phrases and all. the team was horrified, but it made atsumu’s heart swell that you trusted him to teach you. (PLS ISNT THIS SO CUTE OMFG)