#and i wish that my romance is something cliche

[coralinnii]

I have a request for the villainess AU. For Ace and Deuce, what if it was a love triangle between the MC? I just can’t imagine them being separated because them fighting over the Mc is much funnier!

❋ Being Reincarnated into a New World as the Bad Guy ❋

↳ Love Triangle scenario(?)

feat: Ace and Deuce

genre: humour, budding romance, friends-to-something more?

note: part of the “Reincarnated into a New World as the Bad Guy” series or the Villain/ess au, part of the 2.7k followers event, references to other villain/ess au works (specifically Riddle ver.), Ace + Deuce + reader are old enough to drink, no pronouns used with reader, minor mention of death

I don’t usually do the love triangle trope because real life ones hurt alot and it brings up some bad memories, but I’ll consider it for this, just for y’all~ I genuinely tried but rather than a love triangle, I may have accidentally created a… (seriously was not my intention)

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Before the oath of the sword, the three of you made an oath of your own. One of unquestioned trust and camaraderie. No matter where the string of fate would take either of you, the promise made one drunken night between you, Ace, and Deuce was stronger.

That night was fuelled with unrestrained emotions, with shouting and tears, most coming from you. Especially when you awoke one day with strange visions flooded your dreams, vivid images that spoke of a horrible future for you.

Memories of a strange novel, one that eerily resembles your current world down to each royal family member and even your friends’ lives. But while a hero’s glory awaits your dearest ones, you were left as a tragic minor antagonist.

A mere childhood friend of Ace and Deuce, you became jealous of a former baron’s daughter suddenly turned Queen when she grew close to your friends as her knight escorts. You turned to petty acts in response, spewing nasty rumours among the townfolks of the new Queen but like an angelic protagonist, she revealed your misdeeds but forgave you for your childish taunts. Nevertheless, you lost the respect of your only friends and you were left behind.

But despite the Queen’s pardon, King Riddle heard of your disgraceful behaviour against his beloved and called for your immediate execution, which became the final push for Ace and Deuce to join in the Queen’s rebellion against her own tyrannical husband. Because that’s all you were, a mere catalyst for the story to continue on.

You couldn’t imagine yourself turning into a cliche bully and admittedly, the idea of your untimely demise left you shaking in fear on occasion. But the worst of your premonitory dreams was the predicted end of your friendship.

The looks of disgust and disappointment that painted Ace’s and Deuce’s face seared into your mind, your heart shattering like glass at their wishes to never see you again. The fear of abandonment stings you like a crack in your heart which never healed, it scared you to the point that the moment you saw them happily enjoying the night, you drunkenly cried out.

“I love you so much, please don’t leave me.”

Unceremoniously, your body slumped onto the tavern’s table as you blacked out into an alcoholic slumber. How evil of you, conveniently unable to explain what you meant by your slurred confession, or to whom you were referring to.

Ace and Deuce were visibly distracted during their knight training the morning after, one of the few times that they must separate from you. Your words looping over and over in their heads like an endless echo. Your voice pleaded so sincerely with tears cascading down your cheeks.

“What should we do, Ace?” Deuce broke the awkward silence during their water break, finally taking a step to mention the elephant in the room. Your words that resembled a wistful confession struck him with worry (and a hint of budding hope). But unlike him, Ace was quick to look for possible excuses for your actions.

“Don’t be dumb. It was probably just the alcohol talking. Don’t you remember how much we all drank?” The reddish hue of Ace’s cheeks however betrayed his true emotions. In truth, he was just as frazzled by your words as Deuce was. He kept trying to convince himself that you meant nothing by it, to not get his hopes up. But the little devil on his shoulder whispers in his ear, “but what if you did mean something by it?”

Since then, you felt that your time spent with the duo increased since your last outing. Instead of staying back in the knight’s barracks right after training, Ace and Deuce visited your hometown more often that was not the most convenient travel destination. You felt at least one pair of eyes, either sea blue or rose red or both, watching you before turning away when you tried to catch their gaze.

But it seems that some people did noticed something different with the two young men, specifically their family. Deuce’s mother would smile knowingly at you whenever you drop by to offer some assistance in her business, occasionally mentioning how much her son has grown. Funnily enough, Ace’s older brother mentioned something similar about the redhead, though it was more laced with a teasing tone than one of filial affection.

But you weren’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. You enjoyed the frequent visits of your best friends, especially knowing they will be even busier when the announcement of a new royal member would take your precious moments with them. Rumours were spread about the town of a mysterious figure locked in a tower which were not part of your memories, but your wary heart kept you mindful of the possible news regarding the imperial family.

Your worries intensified when Ace and Deuce announced their new task once dawn breaks, they were to escort the newest addition to the royal family back to the palace. In an attempt to quell your unease, you made an embarrassing request.

“You want to do what?” A bright red hue on Deuce’s face heavily contrasted with his raven blue hair, but you were no position to tease him as you could assume that your embarrassed complexion was no better. “Y-You mean…you…and us…”

The three of you lost track of time chatting and goofing off in your quarters and didn’t realize how the sun has long gone to rest for the night. Instead of returning to their own home, you asked if the two knights were willing to stay over the night, like in your younger days. Back when you three were more used to wooden swords than ones of steel, when your only worry was if your parents were going to cook your favourites that night.

Back when you three shared the same bed together.

“It’s not that crazy of a request…” you pouted but you supposed it was rather absurd to ask your friends, who old enough to be considered men, something so childish. Perhaps those carefree days are truly long gone.

“I’m not opposed to it” Ace gave his signature cheeky smile as he naturally wrapped his arm around your shoulder, slightly leaning his weight onto you. “If you just can’t help but miss our company, we can have a good ol’ slumber party. Just like old times~”

You’re starting to reconsider your request.

But Ace wasn’t done. “Well, it’s not exactly like old times. We’re definitely bigger than back when we were kids”

The redhead was obviously right. The three of you were nothing like the tiny versions of you in the past, and your best friends have certainly bulked up since they started their journey into knighthood. You tried your best but you couldn’t help but gaze in appreciation of the hard work the two of them did to build the stamina and muscles to protect their kingdom, respectfully of course.

“I doubt that all three of us can fit on your teeny little bed.” the scarlet-eyed knight exaggerated his point by squinting his fingers to describe your bed. “I guess Deucey’s just gonna have to go home for tonight.”

“Hey, wait a minute! Why me?!” Deuce snapped out from his flustered daze to glare at Ace, pulling his shaggy-haired companion by the neck of his shirt. “Who are you to tell me what to do?”

Ace remained unperturbed, too used to the blunette’s burst of anger “It’s nothing personal, buddy. But you grind your teeth real loud at night. How is any of us gonna get any sleep?”

“Well you’re a pain to wake up in the morning!” Deuce angrily countered. “Don’t make it our problem to get your ass up tomorrow.”

You watched your best friends bicker and argue, as if you didn’t already know of their terrible sleeping habits. Sure, Deuce grinds his teeth but you always tried to gently soothe his jaw hoping to relax him. Ace may sleep like the dead but his cute little pout every time he finally wakes up makes the effort all worth it to you.

They were idiots, but they were your idiots.

“Will you both stop fighting already?” Ace and Deuce immediately paused as your voice caught their attention, like it always does. “No one’s gotta leave. My bed is not that small, you know?”

To prove your point, you took each of the boy’s hand and led them without issue. For someone as tall and built as them, they were so easy to pull and push as you please. Carefully, you pressed your hands against their chest to push them backwards onto your bed. You then crawled onto the bed yourself between Ace and Deuce, the men automatically shifting their bodies to make space for you.

Satisfied, you laid onto your back and you took the hand of both men, each of your hand snuggly holding their warm, calloused ones. You smiled brightly at the fuzzy feelings of nostalgia bubbling in you, pressing your joining hands to your chest, atop of your beating heart.

“See, no one needs to leave.” your bright eyes looked up to your favourite people, cheeky joy evident in your gaze.

A rare occurrence, the two chatty troublemakers were left speechless. In their defence, they were too busy trying to contain the burst of happiness in their hearts to reply back to you, barely pushing the redness of their cheeks at bay.

[authoreetea]

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬

pairing ; conrad fisher x reader

summary ; the three summers that connected you to conrad

warning ;

note! lover inspired 😛 i tried something new and wrote it in reader's pov or your pov, hope u like it!

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

🩷🎀

The coastal town of cousins was alive with the sound of the waves crashing against the shore while the salty sea breeze brushes through my hair, it was the beginning of summer and I wasted no time going to the beach of cousins.

I sat there on the sand, reading cheesy and cliche romance books that twelve year old me longed for such love, which was then interrupted by a group of guys laughter.

I looked up to see three boys, one with curly hair, another with black hair and pale skin. Yet all I cared about was the boy with light eyes and messy hair.

With his messy hair and sunkissed skin, and the way the sun shone in his eyes. The way he pushed his glasses up every time it kept slipping off, or the way he runs his fingers through his hair.

I was shocked when they all walked towards me. I looked up at them confused, "Hi?"

"Hi, can you join us? we were about to play catch but we're short one person, and Conrad here was too shy to ask." The one with black hair asked, receiving a nudge in his rib.

"He thinks you're pretty! What's your name?" The curly haired one exclaimed, he seemed to be slightly younger than the other two. Red rushed to my cheeks as the two bicker in front of me.

I smiled at him, my cheeks red as roses. "I'm y/n, what about you guys?"

The three boys introduced themselves, the curly headed one as Jeremiah, the dark haired one as Steven.

Conrad, as I'd come to know him, he shared the magic of Cousins beach with me on all three summers we connected.

🧸🖼️

The summer when I turned 15, unfolded like a delicate dance between Conrad and I. Underneath the starlit sky, at beach bonfires and friendly gatherings, our eyes met in fleeting glances.

Cousins beach became a place where I visited every summer, thanks to my father and his intentions to bring some fun into the family. Conrad became my best friend since then, so did his family.

It was a battle in my mind everyday as I had developed a crush on my best friend, each day at Cousins it grows. Our feelings danced around each other with each step echoing each other's unspoken thoughts.

It was a really hot day at cousins beach and you were dying to go out and buy some ice cream. Just as you were about to call Belly to buy some, your mother stepped into your room.

"Hey honey, Conrad's downstairs, I think he wants to go to the boardwalk." She says with her warm smile that always insinuates something else.

I try to pretend annoyed and roll my eyes but my red cheeks and smile gives it away. "Stop with that look, you always do that with Conrad. I swear we're just friends, mom." I say, but my mother knew better.

"I didn't say anything, sweetie!" She says, laughing at my expense. I bid my goodbye and walked downstairs to greet Conrad.

He was there, by the living room with his tousled hair and a white tee and khaki shorts. He smiled up at me, adjusting his glasses as he walked his way to where I was.

"Hi connie, you ready to lose at all the games?" I grin, teasing him. He laughs at me as he ruffles up my hair.

"You wish, sunny." he said proudly as I swatted his hand away from my head. The nickname was something he created the day we watched the sunset together as I read him my Pride and Prejudice book.

I like that he keeps the memory close to heart the same way I do. Conrad was always thoughtful, he wasn't great at communication but he showed it in ways many couldn't.

At ring toss, Conrad was determined to win. Our tongues were stained red and blue from the slushie and snow cones we've had through the afternoon.

"Congratulations! You have won a price, which one would you like?" The guy said in a monotonous voice as Conrad finally won a game of ring toss. He thinks thoroughly before choosing the cutest little bear with a pink ribbon stitched by its ear.

He walked his way to where I stood and handed me the light brown bear with its pink ribbon. He sheepishly smiles, "Here, I got it for you."

In that moment I almost melted in a puddle of admiration. "Really? Thank you, Connie!" I said gleefully

He grins at my reaction, unbeknownst to me that he was giving me such an adoring look. "It reminded me of you, you know, with the way you always have a ribbon in your hair."

That alone made me feel all warm, Conrad is observant and he recognizes everything around him, and he noticed the ribbons in my hair.

🍒 🌅

I felt that this summer would be different. I wanted to make it different.

This was the summer I would admit to my feelings and tell Conrad, my best friend, that I was in love with him. I've read books about falling for your best friend, and I hoped it wouldn't ruin our friendship.

It was the night of the fourth of July, everyone was celebrating. Susannah hosted a lovely gathering at their house, and I had planned to confess to Conrad this summer.

Conrad was the one constant in my life, he was always by my side. His presence became a steady anchor, that makes everything in my life a little bit better.

Our group, the younger people, all went to the beach and had a little get together. Secrets were spilled, so were alcohol, and laughter was shared.

Conrad was right next to me, he had his arm over my shoulder as Steven told a funny story from the country club.

"You should've seen his face!" Steven says, and everyone laughed louder. Taylor played some music and ushered everyone to dance, and of course Steven was up in a heartbeat, inviting Taylor to dance with him.

I smiled at them, winking at Taylor. Conrad stood up and grabbed me to stand up. "Hi, dove." He said, a mere whisper.

We were so close to each other that I almost threw up, luckily I did not. "Connie, do you want to dance?" I say, eyeing him with a playful smirk on my face.

He chuckles, "I wanna talk." He said, a smile playing at his face.

It was night time, 24 minutes past nine pm of July fourth, a summer I will never forget.

"What's up, Con?" I say, brushing the sand away with my feet as I waited for him to say something.

"Look up, the stars look really captivating tonight." He says, but he wasn't even looking at the stars.

looking up, I smiled. "It really does."

"Just like you."

With that, I almost gave myself whiplash when I turned to look at him with reddened cheeks and wide eyes.

Conrad chuckles, as he reaches for my hand and threads his fingers through mine. "You know, the last few summers have been something special, hasn't it?" He pauses, looking down at our hands.

I nod, a smile forming on my face as I held onto his hand.

"Each day I spent with you I felt something more different, something that I can't quite put into words." He says, slowly inching towards me. I could feel my pulse quickening.

I sheepishly smile at him, "What do you mean, Conrad?"

He smiles, his hands coming near my face to tuck the stray piece of hair on my face. "I mean... I've fallen for you." Conrad says

His ocean eyes were staring into my soul, unknowingly our bodies were getting closer and closer.

I looked up at him, my eyebrows furrowed together. He continues, "I've fallen for you head over heals, y/n/n."

I took a deep breath about to say something when colors of red, white, and blue were in the sky.

Fireworks, I smiled. I had the biggest grin on my face as I looked at Conrad again, cupping his cheeks and pulling him into a kiss.

He was shocked at first but then quickly kisses me back, his arm entangled around my waist.

"I've loved you three summers now, Connie. And I want them all."

[northsoulss]

fool - elisa de almeida

(a/n: my first piece in like a month, so it’s a bit choppy :”) hope you enjoy xoxo)

based on this ->

ever since you joined the team, you remember having a major crush on the team’s charismatic defender, elisa. she was the first person you met when you joined psg, and boy did she make an impression.

she had a gorgeous smile, a warm, freckled complexion, and a smooth, deep voice. you found everything about her beautiful — from the way she laughed, to the way she always joked around to make people feel better.

before you knew it, you grew closer to her, even became her best friend, but you just had to develop feelings for her. it felt cliche crushing on your best friend, but how could you not?

recently you heard rumours that she was dating a fellow teammate, sakina. you wanted to approach her about it, wanting to know desperately that you still had the chance.

you never did though, always dancing around the topic of dating, the question dying in your throat whenever you guys met up outside of training. you were sick of having unrequited feelings for a woman that wyas completely out of your league, so you decided to distance yourself away from her. you couldn’t bare looking at her, always smiling at anyone else but you.

you swore to yourself that you will never bring it up again. “there is no way in hell that she likes me back.” that’s what you would always tell yourself if you caught her staring. little did you know about the longing glances that were often thrown your way when you weren’t looking was always intentional.

it was a saturday night, your team had previously won against wolfsburg, and you guys got all dressed up and went out to celebrate. deciding to go to a bar after dinner, you sat there, elisa sitting across from you laughing and you can’t look away.

her presence filled the entire area, and the only person you could think of was her. she was like a drug, absolutely intoxicating. she was downright beautiful, time moving in slow motion as she hunches over to laugh at something sakina said. you wish she was laughing at something you said, wanting to see her face light up with delight, her infectious laughter filling the air. instead, there she was, not even looking at you. you were supposed to be her best friend, not sakina. why wasn’t she laughing with you?

you were quite tipsy, your emotions slightly aggravated. you took another swing of your drink like a drunkard, engrossed in your thoughts. you needed to stop pinning over her. she was your best friend for goodness sakes, and this wasn’t like those romance “best friends to lovers” type of books that you loved to read.

every time you tried to make a move, something always manages to get in the way your advances. there was once during training, where you offered to drive her back when her car was under maintenance, but she declined when her friends asked her out to dinner. another time, you tried to place your hand around her shoulder as you two sat next to each other, but other teammate called her over, her body gone before you could even process it.

it’s been driving you mad recently, and you tried dropping as many hints as possible. despite being a self-proclaimed love expert, she was sure as hell dense. you shook yourself out of your thoughts, zoning back into the conversation at the table only to realise elisa had been staring at you with concern on her face. you must have been swirling your drink silently and staring into space like a fool. you gave her a small smile, hoping it was reassuring, but all she saw was that you were uncomfortable. you looked away from her piercing stare, clearing your throat before standing up.

“alright guys, i think i’ll head back first. i have quite a bad headache. i’ll see you at practice!” you quickly leave, your teammates shooting confused looks at each other but shrugged it off. elisa didn’t buy your excuse though, practically chasing after you as you sped off. they shared knowing glances with each other, all unanimously agreeing that you two totally have the hots for each other, but are so incredibly blind.

“hey, why didn’t you wait for me?” she finally catches you at the taxi stand, where you waited with arms wrapped around your shoulders. she thinks you look gorgeous under the moonlight, hair flowing in the wind slightly. you turn back to look at her, surprised she would leave the table for you.

“i’m just not feeling it tonight. you should go back and celebrate eli. you earned it.” you place a arm between you two as she tries to come closer, hurt flashing across her face.

“we always go back together __. i’m not letting you go back alone. it’s late anyway, let me drive you back.” she insists, stepping closer anyway to place a warm hand on your shoulder.

you only shake your head, removing her hand. you felt the alcohol coursing through your veins, and if you stayed with her any longer, you weren’t sure if you could resist spilling all your feelings for her.

“don’t do this. just go back to the table elisa.” you turn away, knowing that she would refuse to leave your side. and you were right. even in times like this, she was as stubborn as ever.

“no.” she states simply.

“no?” you question, and she sighs, chewing on the inside of her cheek out of frustration.

“no! you haven’t looked at me properly for months! you’ve been avoiding me, and acting like a fucking secret agent! is there something going on?” she grabs your shoulder and spins you around, making sure you can’t look anywhere but at her face. you see a surprising amount of fury in her eyes, your mouth going slack from shock. she has never explicitly stated her feelings about anything before.

“i..” you stutter, gulping as she continues to stare, fumbling over your words as you feel your face get warmer.

“what?” she says in a softer tone, realising she might have scared you.

“i’m sorry.” that was the only thing that came to mind. you wanted to face palm so badly. the one moment where you could have confessed, you ended up apologising instead.

“why are you sorry? i’m the one that should be sorry. did i do something wrong?” she steps even closer, trying to look at your lowered eyes. you shake your head, your hand coming up to push her away, but she stays in her place, not moving despite all your efforts.

“say something, please.” you grip her sleeve as you stay silent, rolling your bottom lip between your teeth nervously. you peer up to look at her, her gaze as strong as ever. her freckled face adorns a deep frown, her eyes searching yours for something that would tell her what’s happening.

in that moment, it felt like time froze, with you pressed up against elisa, her arms gripping yours, her face centimetres away from yours. you think, fuck it, you’ll deal with the consequences later. you grab her face and smush your lips against hers. she lets out a gasp, and you pull away before she could even reciprocate.

“i’m so sorry! i don’t know what came over me, and i know you’re already dating someone and i’m really sorry-“, you ramble but she cuts you off mid sentence with a searing kiss, your sentence long forgotten. when she finally pulls away, she couldn’t help but laugh at your dazed expression.

“wait did you say i’m dating someone?” she questions, and you nod your head shallowly, embarrassed to meet her eyes. “where did you get that from?”

“the.. internet?” you say sheepishly, wincing at the slightly disappointed look on her face.

“are you serious.” she says exasperated, arms rubbing up and down your arms.

“yes! i really like you, and when that article came out it felt like my heart broke.” you admit, voice small. you wanted the ground to just swallow you — it would be better than seeing her laugh at your silliness.

“well, its wrong. i hope that the person i get to date is you, __.” she says sincerely, making you look up in shock. “it better be, that was one of the best kisses i’ve had in a while.” she adds on, nose touching yours. she is finally smiling at you, and no one else.

©️northsoulss 2024, all rights reserved.

[gay-dorito-dust]

ima need a part two to the wednesday x ace readerb where enid pushes wednesday to ask them out, author

(youre the best<3)

Wednesday -for seemingly the first time since staring Nevermore- takes Enid’s advice to heart. School was just a mere week away from finishing and time wasn’t on Wednesday’s side; So instead of wasting away in front of her typewriter scheming, she decided that now was the time to act upon what she wanted, what she craved. No longer would she allow herself, Xavier nor any other external distraction come between her and claiming what was rightfully hers from the start; unless they wish to loose something vital that is then Wednesday was always up for a challenge.

Earlier that day Wednesday had given Thing the task of slipping a note under your door that instructed you to meet with her at the quad later on, emphasising on the parts that indicated that you should come alone; Which in looking back at it now, only made the note and the intentions within seem less like an romantic confession and more of a potential murder note for an eventual crime scene. As for her part within this grand plan of hers, Wednesday brought together a bouquet of dahlias, wolfsbane, night phlox, tuberose and night scented stock flowers perfectly tied with a black ribbon.

At first she felt as though it would be too cliche, even for her tastes but remembered the time where you both were in her dorm one night, Enid being elsewhere at the time, lying closely together on her bed as you openly admitted to her in wanting to be asked out with a bouquet of flowers whose origins weren’t rooted in romance. “Why?” She asked and you turned to look at her with a soft expression. “I just don’t want to be subjected to the stereotypical and overplayed confessions.”

You shrugged, “I just want something that I’ll remember well into old age as my mind and memories melt into incoherent mush. I don’t want a long drawn out essay as to the reasons they’re confessing to me, I just want them to admit that I corrupt them mind, body and soul or that they’d burn for me because their passion for me is so strong it surpasses their own moral code.” You sighed, turning your attention back to the ceiling above you, eyes shaded with melancholy.

Unknowing that Wednesday had yet to take her eyes off of you. “I ask for too much out of so little but is it so wrong of me to want at least that much?” You asked rhetorically as Wednesday still had yet to respond. “It’s a considerably small ask compared to most things but even the smallest of things seem big to those unprepared to take the plunge.” Wednesday knew in that moment that your soul sang the same song as hers, that you and her were aligned in more ways then one but before she could say anything that could’ve potentially altered everything between you two, Enid had came back.

Ever since then, Wednesday had kept your ideal dream confession engraved within her mind, right down to even the most minute details, she kept within her mind in hopes that one day she’d get to be able to give you that and then some. Now that day has arrived and the longer Wednesday waited for your arrival, the more uncertainty began to cloud her mind. Luckily those thoughts didn’t stayed long enough to deter her from continuing to go through with the plan when your voice cut through them with ease. “Wednesday? What’s going on?” She didn’t say anything but turn to face you, bouquet of the odd flowers in hand, causing you to inhale sharply as your eyes flare with familiarity.

“You remembered.” You said, just above a whisper as Wednesday presented the bouquet to you, feeling a sense of pride well in her chest when she saw how quick you were to take it from her hands; looking down in awe at the oddity of white, black and purple flowers staring back up at you. “You corrupt me mind, body and soul,” Wednesday started, watching how you perked up at her words, “I’d gladly burn for you should you say the word for my undying loyalty to you outweighs my need for morals.” She crept closer to you until she was able to hold her cold hands atop your warm ones. “I’d sacrifice everyone and everything to hear you laugh, I’d commit the most heinous crimes just to have you look at me and most of all.”

Wednesday pulled you in by your hands as your foreheads touched and as your noses brushed against one another. “I’d die every day with your name being the last thing on my lips if it meant bringing me even if it’s an ounce closer to you.” You sighed dreamily, seemingly at peace at last as a smile grace your lips before closing your eyes. “I was waiting for when you would finally ask me out but thought it a fleeting fantasy.” You opened your eyes, “now I know that’s not the case anymore and that my fantasy with you can start today. So consider this an yes to your invitation in going out with you, my beloved viper.”

[cumsuga]

Grey Areas Teaser

twin!Taehyung x fem!reader

genre. SMUT, fluff, angst, Romance

18+ (Minors DNI)

Your husband is dead, now you're trying to avoid the man that looks exactly like him. The only problem with that is trauma bonds people, sometimes in more ways than one 

warnings: Death of a spouse, sleeping with your brother-in-law, grief

“Taehyung, I don’t need your help. I need you to leave, please. You can come over later, but I want to be alone now.” You take Azra out of his high chair and walk towards the den. “We can discuss why you were in my bed after I take Azra to daycare. You can come with me to pick up some of Taejoon’s things from the base. Come back in 2 hours, I’ll be ready then…”

Taehyung reluctantly agrees. He’s scared to leave you, in all honesty. Taejoon had mentioned to him about your past struggles with your mental health, but he didn't want to come off as he couldn’t trust you. You wanted you to know he understood what you were going through and was there for you and Azra. 

You watch through the curtains as Taehyung pulls out of the driveway and drives off into the distance. You turn back to the living room and look around. You feel… empty. You knew that grief never grows smaller with time and that life grows around grief. It was such a cliche analogy, and it helped you when your grandmother died, but this was different. You and Taejoon talked about getting old and grey together. About watching Azra graduate high school and college, get married, and have children. Now, it was just you, no Taejoon, to help with the woes of parenting. You, at 25, are a widowed mom of one. You’re going to miss hearing the sound of him breathing when you lay your head on his chest. You’re going to miss the way he kissed you, held you, and made love to you. You would miss the way he would quote Napoleon Dynamite at the most random times. You were going to miss him. Plain and simple. You wish you had time to grieve but couldn’t because you had responsibilities. So you pushed yourself to keep going because of Azra.

About 2 hours later, you pull into your driveway, returning home from taking the baby to daycare. Taehyung is already there, waiting outside, smoking a cigarette. The feeling of annoyance was brewing inside you. You get out of the car and join him on the stoop. “Why are you waiting outside? You know where the house key is. It’s the middle of fall; it's cold.”

“I didn’t want to be reminded of him right away.” he takes a drag, handing you a coffee he picked up on the way back to the house, which you happily accept. “Your house smells like him still. It’s weird.”

You nod; he’s not wrong. It does smell like him, but you like that. You didn’t want to forget that smell. “Yeah, I know. It is kinda weird, isn’t it.” you chuckle softly. He smiles at you, and you meet his eyes finally. You feel something weird, something that makes you blush. He looks away quickly, taking another drag of his cigarette as he stands before flicking it. “Let’s go get my brother’s shit.”

[wolken-himmel]

In which Deuce develops a crush on (Y/n), Vil's younger sister, after their meeting at the VDC.

Can his friends help him with his shyness?

Request by anon.

"So, what do we have on her?"

Ace's eyes were narrowed in concentration, trained at the white board propped up in his and Deuce's shared bedroom in the Heartslabyul dorm. The other members of the friend group — Epel, Sebek, and Jack — followed Ace's example with the exception of Deuce, who was busy rocking back and forth.

Jack had a notepad in his hands and read out, "(Y/n) Schoenheit, Vil's younger sister. Our age—"

"Beautiful," Deuce interrupted dreamily, "elegant, charming— incredible—" A soft sigh escaped his lips, and his eyes were practically the shape of hearts.

Sebek rolled his eyes. "That's not helpful, lovesick fool."

However, Deuce easily shushed him by putting a finger to the Diasomnia student's lips, which drew a low growl from the latter. "Shh, I didn't finish yet." Undeterred, Deuce continued, "Kind, wonderful — and way out of my league..." His eyes fell at the end, and he cast his gaze to the floor in embarrassment.

Jack quirked an eyebrow. "How would you know that?"

"No, no," Sebek interjected with a grin, "Deuce is completely right."

That earned him a punch to the shoulder from Epel, although the punch could barely be felt, anyway. Epel rolled his eyes and scoffed, "Sebek, don't be so mean. Deuce clearly ain't feeling right." To prove his point, the lavender-haired boy pointed at Deuce, who was slowly beginning to hyperventilate.

Deuce had a hard time breathing normally. "She's a famous model: the (Y/n) Schoenheit," he managed to wheeze out. "And I'm... nobody."

"You're not nobody!" Ace exclaimed immediately while wrapping an arm around his friend in a reassuring manner. "Didn't you like, charm her the first time you met?"

Deuce exhaled slowly. "Well, kind of? But I'm not sure if she would like me back..."

"You didn't even tell us about," Sebek interjected, "your first meeting, Deuce."

The boy addressed jumped in surprise, his eyes as large as saucers as he stared at the half fae. "Oh— my bad." A wistful sigh left his lips as he planted his chin in his hands and slowly began, "Well, we met briefly before the VDC. She came to visit her brother and wish him good luck. And uh... she was so happy to see him that she wasn't exactly look where she was walking—"

"So she stumbled over something!" Epel continued.

"—and," Jack guessed in amusement, "you caught her just in time."

The smooth transition caused Ace to break out into laughter, followed by everyone else — even Deuce, who by then looked a lot more relaxed. Ace shot his fellow Heartslabyul member a dopey grin. "Bingo! You charmed the hell out of her, dude," he exclaimed and high-fived Epel and Jack.

Even Sebek let out a little chortle. "That's certainly better than to spill water on her... or bump into her and then help her up. That would be too cliche."

"Oh?" Epel cooed mockingly. "Has someone read too many romance books?"

Sebek brightened up immediately. "Hell no!"

"We can help Sebek with his love life another time," Ace grumbled. "Now is Deuce's time to shine!"

Thus, all eyes landed on Deuce again, who still sat silently in his corner, wallowing. "Vil would never approve of me dating his sister. His expectations— are way too high, impossible to reach even," he muttered after a long while of silence.

A series of groans went through the room.

"Who cares about what Vil thinks!" Epel shrieked and violently threw his arms into the air. "I certainly don't! Or... only when he's really scary..."

"...(Y/n) probably cares for his opinion?" Deuce said unsurely. "He probably complains to her about me all the time."

Sebek hummed. "Negative attention still is attention?" At that, everyone turned to Sebek and shot him a quizzical look, even with a twinge of judgement. The poor half fae shrank into his bean bag and murmured, "Hey, I'm just saying! Not as if I'm speaking of experience or anything like that..."

Just as the others were about to open their mouths to stutter out something — anything to break the awkward silence — a strange ring echoed through the room.

Jack was the first to pick up on it. "Wait! Everyone be quiet! What was that horrible noise?"

"Oh, just my phone..." Deuce muttered while swiping his hands across the wooden floor to find his abandoned phone. Eventually, he found it and absent-mindedly scrolled through his notifications, the others about to go on with their conversation when a scream escaped Deuce's lips. "Someone sent a follow request on MagiCam? (Y/n) Schoenheit?!" He threw his phone to the ground again.

Ace was the first to begin cheering. "We did it, folks!"

"I guess this is a success," Jack mused. "Although we did absolute nothing."

Luckily, the phone was still working when Deuce had scrambled to the other side of the room to retrieve it again. His hands shook and were slippery with sweat when he hastily accepted the request. His friends stared at him, all of them with bated breath.

Then, Deuce raised his gaze and looked at them with a frightened look on his face. "I— she just texted me a quick hello—" His breathing sped up again, and he could barely manage to cry out, "What do I text back!? Help!"

Ace let out a boisterous chuckle. "Okay... let me think... how about..." Tapping his chin with his index finger, his eyes eventually lit up in realisation. A devious grin on his face, he suggested, "How about: 'Hewoo (Y/n)!! 😎 I'm sooo totally happy to talk to you again uwu.' How does that sound?"

"Alright, sent."

Ace's eyes widened in horror when he realised what friend had just done. "No wait— that was a joke, Deuce!!"

[lara635kookie]

I didn't even watch "WISH" yet because in my country it will only be available at january, but people are saying it's a bad cliche so I probably won't watch at the cinema.

The thing is, even though I am a hopeless romantic, not everything has to have romance. There are princess who are perfectly fine without a prince, like Mirabel, Elsa, Merida, Moana and Raya(I do kinda like the idea of Raya with a girl, just not Namaari). But we were so robbed of seeing Asha and the star boy(he is literally a staR so I don't doubt Disney would call him StaN or something like that, so his name is Stan from now on, I am gonna call him like that, is easier than star boy). Asha and Stan had the potential to be the next Tianaveen and Rapunzel&Eugene (I don't know their ship name). The concept arts are the cutest thing I have ever seen. Also "At All Costs" (bop) would have been a love song between the two!!! Them singing it man. The pain I will feel when I don't see them passionately sing it, very "I see the light" coded, in the actual movie. Somehow, now is not feminist for a strong female character to have a male partner by her side. Like...This doesn't make sense! You can be a strong female character and have a man at the same time! Have y'all forgotten Mulan and Shang? Anna and Kristoff? Ariel and Eric? Jasmine and Aladdin? (There are more examples and I could go on all day, but you got what I meant already) I hate Disney for throwing good ideas at the trash and playing safe just for money(like Hobie Brown/Spider-Punk said "it's a metaphor for capitalism"). And as the guy looked blonde with blue/green eyes in the arts I have seen, and Asha is a black latina, they lost the opportunity of having a biracial couple ACTUALLY DONE RIGHT (Pocahontas and John Smith don't count, he is a collonizer with the most common name in the world, she deserves so much better). Like, if the thing is show how inclusive you are by having a black latina female protagonist for little girls to see and feel represented in a good way, you could have increased that feeling by making someone fall in love for her. Little girls would feel like they are beautiful and desired/desireable in a positive way and that they worthy of being loved and love and be with whoever they want to be with, even someone who has a different skin color.

I am also mad because we could have seen Disney's first evil villain COUPLE with King Magnifico and his wife, the queen(still don't know her name, sorry). Can't you guys imagine the HITS, THE FIRST PLACE OF BILLBOARD HOT 100 WORTHY songs, they would proportionate us? Even if only one song, it would be enough for me. But someone thought having a female villain would be anti-feminist and they discarded an original and authentic idea, which is what Disney built its empire on the first place. Come on Disney minorities don't want to be portrayed as those unrealistic superior beings, they want to be portrayed as real human beings with emotions, struggles, qualities and flaws. Having an iconic female villain like you guys always had(like Maleficent, Cruella De Vil, Ursula, Mother Gothel, Lady Tremaine, etc) and set her up with an iconic male villain(like Gaston, Doctor Facilier, Shan Yu, Jafar, Hans, etc) it would have been top notch, god tier. King Magnifico and the queen could have been like the Gomez and Morticia of evil. You could address so many topics by it. Like the kingdom being ruled by evil would have been a great social critic of some politicians out there, for example. And we could have had an iconic final boss battle between Asha and Stan VS Magnifico and the queen.

Anyway, what I mean by this is that if someone has fanarts or just ANY CONTENT, of Asha and Stan, tag me, reblog this or comment, I don't care, just warn me, because they are my new obsession. I will also write a fanfic about this movie with these ideas, but only after I have watched the movie so until them, please feed my hyperfixation in Stasha (Star boy/Stan×Asha), I'm begging y'all

[zenphiaaa]

Feel Me (Shinsou Hitoshi)

SerectAdmirer!Shinsou x Gen!Reader

<> He doesn't remember the first time you guys met and he lowkey hates himself for it

<> But everyone around him shares what had happened

<> The story goes that you were lost and he was being picked on (Probably bt some upper classmen but Shinsou just blurs everyone's faces anyways) you saw and put a stop to it and Shinsou gave you directions to the class you were struggling to find

<> For some reason Shinsou does not remember this at all (It was probably one of those days where he didn't get any sleep and therefore his memory was gone to shit)

<> Anyways flash forward to the present day on Valentines Day and imagine Shinsou's shock when you stroll up to him to give him gradutite chocolates for helping them out

<> He kinda hates himself for forgetting someone as amazing as you

<> Now Shinsou stares at the chocolates in the comfort of his own dormroom, he feels his face heat up with emarrassment

<> It was the first time he had gotten chocolates from someone let alone someone who was kind like you

<> He went from being disinterested in romance to becoming a romantic gugru over night

<> He believes someone as kind as you should be shown affection everyday

<> Unfortunately Shinsou has a high anxiety and can't bring himself to actually aporach you with his feelings

<> So he does the next best thing

You opened your locker and oout fell a small note. Pressed together by a flower. You stared at the note on the ground with unblinking eyes. "What in the world." You mutter to yourself as you bent down to pick up the note.

You felt as if you were in a romatic novel with how cliche you found the situation to be. Neverthless you still found your heart to be beating straight out of your chest as you carefully unfolded the note. Keeping your expression netural you read through the note, feeling your heart beat faster with every word written on the pieace of paper.

While our first meeting was nothing special to outside eyes, that day had left such a profound lasting impact on me that I just cannot get you out of my head. From the way you hold yourself to how you interact with everyone around you. I see the kindness with everyone around you.

I see tthe kindness that holds you and is something I deepy admire from you. How gentle your eyes are when looking at others, when looking at me.

You give me all kinds of feelings that I wish to hold dear to me. And I wish to share them with you. Please meet me behind the gym after school today. I will understand if you do not show and won't bother you if you don't. But I hope that you do.

-Your Serect Admire

You carefully reread the letter, your face heating up with how delicate the emtions were. You felt flattered and light in your chest as you folded up the note and slipped in into your pocket.

Looks like you have plans after school. And hopefully a date.

[queerlilchinchin]

Chinchin's WiYS Stream Official Post

This is the official post announcing my Write in Your Style writing stream.

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Hello, everyone! Welcome and thank you for your interest in my Write in Your style writing stream.

Stream Description:

To start off, let me describe to you what I envision this stream to look like. Twice a month (every 1st and 3rd Tuesday), I will be getting on my writing streams. Probably somewhere around noon Pacific Standard Time. I will be starting the streams with that stream's strip of writing, then I will read the last stream's submissions.

Of course, I've got to start somewhere, so the first stream will be announcing the start of the streams as well as giving the first prompt. I will be doing livestreaming on twitch, which will then be downloaded and posted on youtube and tik tok. You are welcome to join me on my livestreams. I will open the stream up to questions at the end. It can be questions about the prompt or the concept or whatever else pertaining to the streams.

How to submit writing:

I will likely be making a new blog for it, though I already have a lot of blogs. This blog will be mostly for asking questions about the streams and gaining more interest in them. You may also submit here if you don't wish to e-mail yours to me, which will be the other way. Any submissions left via comments will not be used simply because I don't want to make it easier for others to steal your writing or risk anything like that.

Stream Start Date:

The streams will officially start beginning of December, so the 5th will be the first stream (unless something happens to prevent it starting on time).

Days of the week that the streams occur may change due to my life circumstances being kind of up in the air right now. I'm looking for new work, so my days off may change.

How writing works:

I've had some questions about how exactly the writing part will work and how long you all will have to write. As the streams are bi-weekly, you will have nearly 2 weeks to submit your writing. They will be short pieces of writing, so it shouldn't take terribly long to finish them.

For now, it will only be my original writing that will be used, but as time goes on, I may open up the streams to other writers who wish to also submit their own writing for the original writing for others to rewrite in their own styles.

You may write them however you wish to. It just has to be the same story as the original put in your own way (don't turn a romance about a valkyrie and a demigoddess into a horror about the two characters). You're just recreating the writing, just like draw in your style.

Who can write:

Absolutely anyone is more than welcome to write. I will be reading your submissions for now, but as I figure out the features of streaming, I may open up the floor to writers reading their own writing if they wish. I will also be giving credit in any form you wish (if you just want your name or your tumblr blog or your Wattpad/AO3 accounts linked).

Stream Account Links:

Gotta link you guys to the accounts that will be posting the streams!

YouTube

Twitch

TikTok

Blog

@wiys-streaming

Ending Statements

WiYS streams are really a way to showcase and remind writers that we all have our own style of writing, even if it seems like you don't. You are capable of taking a story that was already written and make it your own (not that I'm encouraging copying, but you know what I mean... hopefully). Being a writer can be really disheartening sometimes, especially when you feel like your ideas aren't original, but sometimes the most unoriginal ideas can be home to the most incredible stories. Cliches are/were popular for a reason. Tropes become tropes for a reason. People love what they love and if they love the thing that you are making that is so "unoriginal," they will love your writing.

Don't forget that originality is not synonymous to good. Or creative. You can write something "trite" and make it incredible. I hope that this new stream will remind writers of that. :)

Thank you for your time and if you have questions, please feel free to send them to @queerlilchinchin.

WiYS "tag me to everything" taglist: @nerd-in-distress, @jvten, @steh-lar-uh-nuhs (fyi, tumblr won't let me tag your other blog or I would have), @aether-wasteland-s, @mjrino, @cheezyratz, @accountusername, @perasperaadastrawriting, @mrblazeflappybird, @forthesanityofstorytellers, @mangofen, @bigwipscholar, @pluttskutt, @doublegoblin, @crazytechpersonzreal, @sitiart, @ashesinthewritten, @achildweanedonpoison6, @quotidian-oblivion, @world-of-my-imagination, @marmeegle, @alesseia

WiYS "tag me to important stuff" taglist: @distortedwhite, @lyssentome, @ah0yh0y, @grollow, @perlen-gold, @saltysupercomputer, @vshushmshu, @lordkingsmith, @gummybugg, @quisyop, @enne-uni, @cometkov, @shado48, @cryscal, @mary-is-writing, @elizababie, @squintclover, @schmem14, @foursixtwonineoh-pieces-of-lego, @wakkoroni

[kpopaussieline]

First Kiss With bff!Hueningkai

T/w: Kissing, mention of reader being insecure, I think that's all? Let me know if I missed something

A/n: I was having thoughts and I just had to write them. Sorry if this is bad :)

W/c:💀 Idk. 1k+ maybe? I'm so sorry

You were fairly inexperienced with romance. You'd dated people before, but something always went wrong and the relationships never progressed far.

You'd learnt to live with that. Obviously you just weren't ready, or you just sucked at relationships. Either way, the love life was non-existent right now.

But now all your friends were dating- being affectionate, being couple goals and making you a third wheel.

You were jealous. As cliche and cringey as it sounded, you had so much to give and no-one to give to.

_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_

You were hanging out with your best friend, Kai, at his place. You'd spent the past nine hours talking, listening to music, watching Netflix and eating.

And cuddling. Always cuddling. He was so clingy with you, you could be as close as humanly possible, and it still wouldn't be enough for him. Like right now, you had your arms around each other, your legs intertwined. A Marvel movie played in the background, but you weren't paying attention. You were too distracted by the pleasant tingle on your leg where Kai was running his fingers back and forth, back and forth, tracing patterns on your skin.

He snuggled his face into your neck and let out a content sigh. That's when you felt his lips press to your skin.

You craned your neck and gazed down at him with wide eyes. "Did you just kiss my neck?"

Kai looked up at you, blushing. "Yeah... Sorry, I couldn't help it."

You chuckled, still surprised, but finding him adorable when he's flustered. "It's okay."

And it was okay, because you'd been best friends for years and you were nearly too comfortable showing affection at this point. You'd lost track of how many people (including your parents) had asked if you two were actually dating.

Kai focused back on the movie, still snuggled into your side. "You ever think about your first kiss?" he asks out of the blue.

Your eyes darted from the TV to your best friend. You felt yourself blush a tiny bit at the unexpected question. You'd never kissed anyone because- apart from the tragic relationship history- you were insecure about not being good at it, and you hadn't wanted to let your partners down.

"Uh, yeah. I think about it sometimes," you admitted. You pause, then sigh. "I wish I could just kiss someone already."

Kai looked up at you with a soft gaze as his lower lip caught between his teeth. "What if...?" he trailed off, blushing madly and looking away.

You watched him patiently, waiting for him to finish his sentence. Your head automatically tilted to the side slightly as you waited.

He went quiet as he continued chewing his lip and avoiding eye contact. When he finally looked at you again, he seemed sheepish. "What if we have our first kiss together?"

You blinked, not sure you'd heard him right. Your face warmed and your heart started racing. You'd never admit it, but you'd had a little crush on Kai for years now. He didn't know, but you wondered now if he felt the same? Or was he just 'helping out a friend'?

Kai noticed your hesitancy and flushed more. "Sorry, it was a stupid idea. Forget I said anything." He looked away again.

"No, no, it's not stupid!" you reassured him. "I was just... caught off guard, that's all." There was an awkward moment silence. "So, um..." You licked your lips. "Do you want to?"

You really liked Kai. Secretly, you would love to share a memorable first kiss with him. It didn't matter to you now whether it went good or bad, it'd be with your best friend/crush of three years, so it wouldn't matter.

Kai's eyes flickered up to yours, he looked so nervous and innocent. "Only if you want to."

You shrugged, trying to act cool. "I mean, yeah. You're my best friend. I'm really comfortable around you, so I guess sharing a first kiss isn't a bad idea."

Kai sat up and angled his body so he faced you. He licked his lips and glanced down at the covers of his bed. Your heart was hammering in your chest and you suddenly forgot how to breathe smoothly.

You guys made eye contact before his eyes dropped to your mouth. Kai brought his hand to the side of your face as he leaned in closer.

It was fairly quick. Before you could fully process what was happening, Kai's lips were on yours.

It felt...

Electric. Like a warmth- a buzz- was spreading through your body as his lips pressed gently to yours. You put your hands on his shoulders and brought him closer as you moved your lips against his. He responded immediately, putting his other hand around your waist and bringing you against his chest.

You guys stayed like that for a moment before Kai pulled away, keeping you held to his body.

"That was-"

"Shh," you interrupted. You leaned in and connected your lips once more, wrapping your arms around his neck.

The second kiss only lasted a few seconds before there was a knock on Kai's bedroom door. Your heads whipped to the side, jump-scared by the sudden interruption.

"Time to go home!" Kai's mum called through the door.

"Okay!" Kai replied, and you picked up on his slightly breathless voice. That made you smile as you looked at his lightly flushed cheeks.

Kai locked eyes with you and flashed you a playful grin. "We can continue this another time," he teased.

But you knew he wasn't joking. And you were thankful for that, because now that this had happened, how could you possibly look back?

[bookscandlesnbts]

Quick facts about me that no one asked for:

Figured since I’ve posted more here and answered some asks, I would share some facts about me on my blog both BTS/Jikook related and non related.

1.) I became ARMY during quarantine era. A friend got me into them. After I watched their MMA 2019 performance I was blown away. She was a Yoongi bias so that is whose content I initially watched and gravitated towards. When I ventured out on my own and watched more performance stages and Run BTS I knew immediately that I was drawn to Jimin. Everything from his stage presence, gorgeous vocals and dance lines, funny and sassy personality, but also super empathetic and caring. He was it for me and still is. But I do love all seven of them. I could probably rank them in order of my “favorites” but Jimin would be number 1 without a doubt.

***super fun fact is that I actually first was exposed to BTS in 2017 :( that’s right, I could have stanned back then. I frequently kind of kidding but not really refer to this as my biggest regret. An undergrad in my research group was obsessed with them. She showed me a clip of them dancing and probably because I didn’t like her that much (she was friends with someone toxic) I chalked it up as so they sing and dance? Who cares. I ended up reconnecting with her later when I stanned and found out that she was a low-key TKK shipper and loved reading their fanfics. By that point, I was already sus of Jikook so we clashed and I don’t talk to her. 🤣

2.) That brings me to point number two. The most important: Jikook. I wish I could remember the first time I was like yep this is a thing but I don’t. I do remember the first Jikook moment that I was exposed to was their Black Swan pas de deux. I remember finding their chemistry palpable and bold of them to perform a romantic dance together but that was it. The more I watched Run BTS and being a Jimin bias I couldn’t help but notice JK too and their closeness. What was the nail in the coffin so to speak? The cliches. GCF Tokyo and Rosebowl did it for me and I’ve been endeared by them ever since.

3.) I’m a sort of Jikook fanfic writer on A03 who I guess is on a hiatus and has been for awhile now. I love fanfiction and have been reading it and writing it a little since I was like 12. I was never a RPF girlie until BTS but I view them as characters in a story because that is what they are when I’m reading or writing fics. Not the actual people.

4.) I’m asexual and probably aromatic to some extent too. Asexuality is so misunderstood, I could go on about it for days, but I’m not the authority on it by any means. I like the idea of sex in the abstract. Fanfics, great. M/M where I don’t feel inserted in the act, even better. I’m not a prude, I just don’t experience sexual attraction. The idea of looking at someone even the tannies and wanting to fuck them makes me uncomfortable and it’s something I can’t relate to and have never felt. I’ve had sex of course, but it’s never lived up to the hype for me. I can definitely live without it. As far as being aromantic that I’m not sure. I love the idea of romance or I wouldn’t be so smitten with Jikook and other cute couples. I don’t actively seek romance in my life. I don’t date or want to date. I haven’t had a crush on someone in like 10 years. I’m not opposed to it. Their gender wouldn’t matter to me but it’s not something I feel like I need in my life. If you are anywhere on the ace spectrum or are LGBTQIA+, hi you are more than welcome here.

5.) I’m educated! I have a PhD in chemistry. I am on the Professor track and I teach organic chemistry. I spent 7 years in grad school combined for my masters and PhD.

So yeah! This way you know a little about me when you send in asks. I am terrible at formatting and use my phone only for Tumblr, so my blog probably won’t ever be pretty. I’m just here for connections and content that is more in depth than Twitter. Yes, I’m still calling it twitter. Sorry not sorry Elon.

[sitp-recs]

*posting this way too early to make sure she'll will get to see it today hihi*

Happy happy birthday @shiftylinguini! I wanted to do a little something to celebrate one of the coolest, most talented HP authors out there. Sami is literally the coolest. Anyone who knows me at this point has realized that horny smut and clever humor are the way to conquer my heart. And Sam delivers both - and also plots! Character development! Drama and romance! - masterfully. Fuck buddies, Auror partners, A/B/O, established relationship, triads, age gap (my beloved!), you name it. She’s written it all, with impeccable dialogue and UST.

Sami, I’ve been following your works for quite a few years now and they never fail to impress me with your unique and hilarious sense of humour, your charming and vibrant characters, the A+ banter and domesticity, the clever plots, the lush sexual tension, witty dialogue and above all, unfailing emotional resonance. You build charged yet playful atmospheres like no one else and I’m especially grateful for your iconic takes on creature fic and A/B/O, two tropes that never interested me much until I found Embers and became utterly obsessed with it.

Your fics have shaped my Drarry experience and appreciation for rare pairs over the years and I'm sure I'm not alone; I don’t think you even realize the impact or how seminal your works were to some of us. You’re both a Drarry and rare pair champion, which is why I wanted to take some time and give your phenomenal catalogue a shoutout by highlighting my all-time favorites. I hope you have a lovely birthday knowing how appreciated you are by all of us! Sending lots of love and wishing you a fantastic year ahead, my friend 💙

Safe (M, 2k) - Harry/Sirius

He’s not James, Sirius tells himself as Harry gets into bed with him on a cold Monday night. He’s not James, but Sirius is not Padfoot anymore either.

Toeing the Line (E, 3k) - Drarry + Teddy

Draco wasn’t sure why watching his partner fuck Teddy until he screamed was somehow less morally iffy for Harry than just doing it himself, but Draco wasn’t about to judge. Not when he was balls deep, anyway. Read my rec here.

(Don’t) Behave (E, 3k) - Teddy/Charlie

Teddy is a bit of a mess, and Harry is at his wits’ end with his eighteen-year-old godson. Sending him to Charlie, thinking the older man could knock some sense into the kid, seemed like a great idea.

Sardines (E, 4k) - Scorbus + Jeddy

It’s bad enough his cock is hard from listening to the impromptu midnight pornography of his brother getting off; Albus is not going to add seeing it to the list of reasons why he lost his mind, and presumably his eyesight, on the eve of his grandmother's seventieth. Read my rec here.

A Noir Cliche (T, 4k) - Drarry

Draco is not a Healer. Harry doesn’t get hurt on purpose. They really have to stop meeting like this. Read my rec here.

Five Years (M, 4.7k) - Drarry

For Draco, December means finding somewhere he can lose himself in the thrum of a crowd and the throb of music ― and Potter. It always means Potter now, too. Read my rec here.

Float (E, 5k) - Drarry

After a night out, Harry wakes up feeling like he slept on concrete, like his body's made of sand, like he accidentally pissed on his housemate the night before. Because he did accidentally piss on his housemate the night before.

Splat (E, 5.8k) - Albus/James

Of all the things to happen to them, this is truly, truly the last thing James expected. Cw: incest, mild gore

Up The (E, 7.5k) - Drarry

“I feel I need to point out,” Draco kissed gently over Harry’s Adam’s apple, “that this is the most Gryffindor approach to conception that could possibly exist.” Or: Harry's had madder ideas.

forget what I need, give me what I want (and it should be fine) (E, 8k) - Draco/James

But even on those nights when the club is mad with punters and there are staff running ragged from one end to the other, Draco doesn’t need to be working behind the bar ― he just likes it.

Service Bell (E, 8k) - Drarry

Draco is: a werewolf, living in a cabin in the woods, minding his own business, and never going to buy plaid because he's not that much of a fucking cliche (yet). He's also counting down the days until he sees Harry again.

Teeter (E, 10k) - Drarry

Draco wants to come, Harry has other ideas, and they both might be doing this whole 'casually sleeping together' thing a bit wrong.

Hallo Spaceboy (T, 10k) - Jeddy

James’d had to give up on the eyeliner after that; he was grinning too hard, flushed and happy and basking in Teddy’s attention (fit blokes, we’re fit blokes, that’s us), and he couldn't bloody stop. Or: James kissed Teddy last night. This may or may not be the end of the world.

Team Players (E, 15k) - Jeddy + James/Oliver

Everyone has that one celebrity they’d move heaven and earth to get between their legs, and James Potter is no exception. He just never anticipated that number one on his Freebie List would end up in the same room as him, let alone would make the first move. Read my rec here.

Darling, Don’t Think Twice (E, 18k) - Harry/Teddy

Leaving the Aurors, and then England, after his divorce with Ginny was finalised was the best thing for Harry, and for Ginny, too ― but not for the godson who worshipped the ground he walked on. Now that he’s back, all Harry wants is to set up his own place, and to spend time with Teddy as he tries to fix their fractured relationship.

Celestial Bodies (E, 20k) - Drarry

“An astrological anomaly induced bond,” Harry repeats, deadpan, as the Head Healer of the Magical Malfunctions ward finishes announcing his prognosis. “Space magic,” says Draco, tapping long fingers irritably against the arm of his chair. “You’re saying we’ve been zapped by space magic.”

Two Weeks (E, 22k) - Drarry

If Harry had to guess which out of he or his Auror Partner, and tentative new friend, Draco Malfoy, would turn out to have Veela ancestry, his answer would be: neither, because that is ridiculous.

Midnight in the City of a Hundred Spires (E, 25k) - Drarry

Harry Potter is a missing person. Draco Malfoy is a vampire. They are the last two people one would expect to bump into each other in a Creature Bar in Prague, yet to Draco’s absolute shock that is definitely Harry fucking Potter sitting across from him.

Embers (E, 41k) - Drarry

Werewolf Alphas aren't meant to be alone, or to suppress their ruts indefinitely like Draco has been since he was bitten eight years ago. He needs company, companionship, to knot ― he needs an Omega Heat Companion. Read my rec here.

Heartlines (E, 72k) - Drarry

Harry never expected he’d end up chipping away at his virginity while wandless and bonded to Malfoy in Northern Europe. He never expected that would turn out to be the least surprising thing to happen while out on their training expedition in the middle of nowhere, either. Read my rec here.

[honeyedheartss]

frank x roommate blurb (smut)

cocky angry frank makes me insane pls. sorry for using the MOST cliche romance bullshit but:

being roommates w him and not really knowing each other at all and just kinda existing in the same space and lowkey hating each other bc he comes back at all hours of the night and wears his boots in the livingroom and Jesus christ can't he ever just walk anywhere does he have to stomp around? and for the love of God can we keep the thermostat above 63 degrees? and when he chooses to talk to you instead of just grunting he's griping about your hair in the shower and your clothes on the floor and never closing the cabinets and drawers but hey at least you both pay rent on time right?

and then he comes home one night after telling you he was going to be gone the whole week so you had gotten comfortable in the livingroom and didn't hear him come in and you're whining and grinding on your own fingers and moaning his name because he's INFURIATING but damn if you haven't imagined his mouth on you every goddamn day. and he stands in the doorway for a minute before stomping over in his stupid fucking boots and ripping your hand away and you're embarrassed and sorrysorrysorryididntknowyouwerehomeimsorryfranksorry and he's standing there with his jaw clenched and starts bitching at you because 'you really think you're good enough to moan my name with your fingers inside you? a slut like you? you don't deserve to say my name EVER" and you're staring up at him slack jawed and you're not even embarrassed at this point, barely remember that your whole pussy is out you're just staring at him and his fucking audacity and you're all 'you think you can tell me what I'm allowed to think about while masturbating, frank? really? you're a goddamn piece of work" and he's seething and you put your fingers back in and make eye contact as you whine his name bc you know it's gonna piss him off so bad and it DOES and he slaps you and kinda smirks when your gaze goes unfocused and he's saying something about "well if you want to act like an entitled whore i may as well treat you like one" and you hear the clink of his belt and then he has a hand around your throat and the other slowly stroking himself before he shoves into you and he doesn't give you time to adjust before he's slamming back in and he's big and it hurts but when you cry out he just squeezes your throat tighter "aw what? you wanna moan my name? you can take my dick then. isn't that what you wanted, huh? thinking about me with your fingers in your pussy wishing it was my cock huh?"

[kylekirkwoods]

hii gio: geochalex reality tv au?

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons a short ficlet about it i know nothing about the bachelor or how reality tv works, but i hope its good lol. also, this will be my first posted fic, so sorry in advance </3

when pierre nominated him to be the bachelor, he meant it as a joke. it was a stupid bet that wasn’t supposed to go anywhere at all. but with one rose left and a live audience waiting on him, charles feels like he should have shut down this whole thing way earlier.

the host is speaking, something about how the season has gone, but charles isn’t hearing a word. he’s spinning his last rose in his hand, watching the petals flutter and twist. the producers took all the thorns off, like they have with every other rose, and he wishes that they left them on. maybe it would be enough to ground him.

“charles, whenever you’re ready,” the host says. charles can feel the eyes of everyone, both audience and crew, staring at him, waiting for his decision. he has been dreading this bit, not because of all the people, even if it certainly doesn’t help, but because he doesn’t think he can choose. george is so sweet and earnest and alex funny and kind and he’s in love with them both.

“i can’t do this,” he says, a single tear falling from the corner of his eye. how cliche is he, running away on the reality romance television show? he’s sure the producers are loving the dramatics.

he doesn’t know how long he sits outside staring up at the night sky, feet submerged in the pool, before george and alex find him. they sit on either side of him, but don’t say anything.

“i’m sorry,” charles says. “i didn’t think it would be like this. i can’t choose between you two.”

alex bumps his shoulder gently, and charles feels immensely grateful for him in that moment.

“me and alex have been together since week two, actually,” george says.

“george!” alex exclaims. “what happened to easing him in?!”

charles is at a loss. the two guys he’s in love with and had to choose between have been dating this whole time? alex is still going on about how it would have been better to build up to the whole dating thing, george failing to argue his point in response, but charles feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders.

charles grabs alex’s face between his palms and kisses him, then turns and kisses a stunned george, before either of them can say anything more.

“there,” he says. “now you are dating me, too. do you think the producers will still make me give one of you the rose?”

“mate, i think they’re more interested in the drama than anything else,” george says.

they sit with their feet in the pool for a long while, before some harried crew members find them. but it doesn’t matter, charles thinks, because he can see forever in them.

[wordsifelt]

Thanks for answering my question. Can I ask your best recs for LGBTQ+ media (tv series or books or manga/manhwa)?

I'm from a country that saw LGBTQ+ as something taboo and my family also think it's sinful. So my LGBTQ+ mainly are from BL and GL manga/manhwa (sorry if I'm wrong)...

Thanks if you want to answer me....

Hi again! I know how you feel, my country's also not great with queer issues. I've only recently started exploring outside the BL/GL subgenres so I may not have as varied a selection as I'd have liked to give you.

I've done a similar post recently but this time imma really go all out. I'll categorise them based on the type of media.

Danmei

Heaven Official's Blessing by MXTX : mlm, Chinese historical fantasy(tw: Violence, gore, death, like A LOT)

Mo Dao Zu Shi by MXTX: mlm, Chinese historical fantasy (tw: death, gore, violence, homophobia)

Peerless/Wushuang by Meng Xi Shi: mlm, historical fiction, murder mystery, enemies to lovers (tw: violence)

(Note: there's a lot more danmei I love but these are the ones I've rated highest, will attempt to make a masterpost or smthg for the rest laster)

Dramas

Not Me (Thai): mlm, political, secret identity, enemies to lovers (tw: violence)

Bad buddy (Thai): mlm, rivals to lovers, family drama

Novels

Peter Darling by Austin Chant : mlm, trans mc, written by a trans author, fantasy, fairytale retelling (tw: severe transphobia, violence and gore, also there may be an age gap but it's not specified)

I Wish You All The Best by Mason Deaver: Non-binary MC, queer romance, very informative and heart warming (tw: transphobia)

Spell Bound by F. T. Lukens: Non- Binary MC, queer romance, urban fantasy, rivals to lovers (sorta).

Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo: Queer rep, Poc rep, disability rep, just very good rep in general, fantasy, found family (tw: violence)

Magnus Chase by Rick Riordan: One of the main cast of characters is gender fluid, and is also involved romantically (later on) with the MC, also great representation in general, fantasy, Norse mythological fiction, found family

All For the Game trilogy by Nora Sakavic: mlm, sports, mafia, slowburn, explicit and emphasized consent, enemies to lovers, found family. (tw: violence, PTSD, trauma relating to past SA, etc)

Loveless by Alice Oseman: Aroace MC, university life, queer exploration, found family (tw: aphobia, stereotyping and stigma)

Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir: wlw, space, necromancy, cool stuff, enemies to lovers (tw: violence, death)

She Drives me Crazy by Kelly Quindlen: wlw, sports, fake dating, very cliche but I loved it.

Tv Shows

Heartstopper: mlm main couple, also includes a lot of queer representation, found family (tw: homophobic, transphobia)

Good Omens: Genderfluid MCs(altho usually male presenting), slowburn, Christian derivative mythological fiction, very queer, slowburn.

Our Flag Means Death: mlm Main Couple, lots of other queer characters, pirates, found family (tw: gore and violence tho not much)

I've left out anime and manga/manhwa/manhua cause there's a lot of stuff and I'll have to sift through to find the ones which I consider good rep. May make a post on that later. I also sadly have only a few recs for non mlm fiction mostly cause I've only found a few so far I've really liked.

I hope you like some of these if not all of them. If I've made any mistakes or missed out on some problematic stuff pls do tell me so I can learn from it and fix it.

[amysubmits]

Hi there, hope you are well. Realistically speaking, how can I get over the fantasy or rather my "unrealistic" desire of how I want my first time having sex to be? Nobody forgets their first time, but I can't help but want to it be a certain way that I know isnt exactly attainable. I want it to be romantic and sensual and very very intimate, in other words for it to be really love making instead of just getting it done with. I am mid twenties so I am pretty young and obviously inexperienced so I am not sure if it isnt right of me to want that cause its not really how the real deal is or if its just me being nieve to want something so unrealistic..

Hi! I am doing pretty well, thank you!

I don't think having a desire for something specific is ever bad or wrong. But, I can understand why you may find yourself wanting to double check that your expectations are reasonable so that you don't end up setting yourself up to be let down.

I think it's really reasonable to aim for romantic, sensual and intimate. I think your best bet for making that happen would be to talk to your partner in depth about what those three things mean to you or how to create those feelings for you. Because what feels romantic to one person might not feel romantic to you, and vise-versa. This is just me, but something that came to my mind with those words was massage. If massage helps you to feel intimate and sensual then perhaps specifically discussing starting out with a slow moving, quiet massage might be a plan you could make that would nearly guarantee that you'd at least tick off the 'sensual' goal if nothing else. Perhaps you can come up with other specific things to include that you know have a really high likelihood of making you feel intimate and romantic. In my mind, where you need to leave a lot of space for flexibility is in the actual sex part of it. Bodies are finicky especially when our emotions run high and it's natural to be nervous your first time, or your first time with a new person, or you're with someone who you know its their first time - and sometimes anxiety makes it hard to relax and that can make our bodies not respond to sex as positively as it would if we were able to relax more. The first few times I attempted to have PIV sex it wasn't possible (vaginismus). For other people they might be able to experience penetration but it might not feel good, or the guy might struggle with getting or sustaining an erection. Any series of things could 'go wrong' and so I'd try to go into it just planning to make an attempt and learn about your body and your partners body. I would try not to go into it hoping to have amazing sex that makes you both cry and orgasm together, or something like that. Because while that might sound really romantic, it's sometimes really hard to make our bodies react the way we'd like them to. So try to leave lots of space for how that part of it might go. But a mood of romance, sensuality and intimacy should be able to be achieved regardless of whether your body parts respond as you're hoping they will. So I'd try to focus on that rather than the exact details of how he sex will go. Maybe also ask yourself if there are needs you have based on fears. I easily could be reading way too much into what you wrote, but with you saying what you said about 'just getting it over with' I wonder if you have specific fears about sex not lasting very long, and/or about feeling used or something along those lines. And if you can pinpoint what your fears are, you can communicate those with your partner and see if you can come up with ways to buffer against those. Maybe discuss cuddling after the sex, for example, if that might make you feel like it was less of a 'just getting it over with' kind of experience. It's cliche, but communication is often really key to working things like this out. Try to communicate your needs and wishes as clearly as possible and with the right partner you'll get pretty far together by doing that. :)