#might write a fic abt this hm

[judeandcardan]

we don't talk abt this enough

[grantwilsonenjoyer]

writing a sparrow fic and then remembering that the oak-swallows-garcia house got fucking burned down . they cannot win.

[theriverbeyond]

OKAY i am on a train for like 6 more hours. starting tlt bang word count: 1,626

let's see how much progress i can make

[mementoasts]

in my fic writing era i love writing it's my new passion friendship ended with drawing i'm never drawing ever again

[angeltrapz]

feeling like I'm writing miles ooc & then realizing it's bc im writing him... feeling what I feel sometimes. & it can occasionally appear/sound very unlike me, therefore it makes sense that it wld Also appear/sound unlike him. gave myself anxiety over a Vent lmfao (continued in tags but there's some tmi there. just as a warning.)

[reiding-writing]

Idk if u ever write this or not but... i've been thinking abt this lately....... spencer and reader debating about "kissing is a lot more hygienic than shaking hands" and they just suddenly kiss afterwards AHHHH I DONT KNOW IF YOU GET MY POINT but thats that

acceptable greetings [ s.r ]

Summary:

Spencer is an avid believer that kissing is a better greeting than shaking hands. You’re not convinced at his notion of it being ‘completely acceptable’, and in attempting to prove him wrong, you end up proving something else.

WARNINGS: n/a

pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader

genre: 100% fluff

wc: 1.5k

masterlist!!

a/n: here is my immediate apology for the sheer amount of angst in my last fic i love you guys please don’t hate me 🫶

“Kissing is so much more hygienic than shaking hands,”

Spencer’s expression matched his statement, confident in his assessment and unwilling to back down on his stance of not wanting to shake hands with other people.

“It’s unhygienic,” He would say, “There are hundreds of undiscovered bacterial colonies that live on people’s hands,”

“That doesn’t change the fact that kissing somebody is not an acceptable greeting Spencer,” You arbitrarily turn your swivel chair back and forth with your foot as a pivot, rolling your eyes as you lean your head over the back of your chair.

You’d been talking about this topic for almost half an hour, your file assessment of your most recent case forgotten on your desk as you debate with Spencer as he sat directly opposite you.

“Several European countries use kissing as a customary greeting,” Of course he had a rebuttal to your comment. “It actually dates back to the Romans, who, as my original statement supports, used it as a way to stop diseases from spreading between people during social greetings,”

His face told you that he was singing his own glory in his head, victory written in the small wrinkle in his eyebrow and the quirk of his smile.

If he wasn’t so cute when he looked at you like that you’re sure you would’ve found something else to say. Something to continue this debate of yours and satisfy the competitiveness riddling your brain.

But instead you opt to let him revel in his ‘victory’, rolling your eyes as a soft “Whatever,” rolls off your tongue.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

You were going to prove your point.

You might think Spencer is perfectly sweet and innocent in his ways, but that didn’t stop that tiny voice in the back of your head that told you that you could win that debate you were having the day before.

You entered the bullpen with an agenda. You walked out of the elevator with your head held high and your eyes fixed on the fluffy brown mess decorating the back of Spencer’s head.

You clear your throat when you meet him, and he turns around with that perfectly innocent expression on his face, echoing a soft “Good morning,” at you that only amplifies his perfectness and makes you want to prove him wrong even more.

You don’t consult him before you lean in to press your lips to his face.

It’s a short, chaste kiss that’s pressed to the apple of his cheek.

It lasts less than a second.

And yet Spencer’s face immediately flushes a bright red that would make anyone passing by think that you’d suggested the two of you strip naked in the middle of the office.

“I- What was that for?-” His voice wavers like he was catching his breath from running up a flight of stairs, blinking rapidly at you like clearing his vision was going to provide him with the answer to his question.

“Not such an acceptable greeting after all hm?”

It takes him a second to realise what you’re talking about, but your smug expression and the way you cross your arms over your chest sends him back to the conversation he was having with you yesterday and his face turns from confusion to begrudging acknowledgment.

“It is a perfectly acceptable greeting when both parties are aware it is going to happen,” He sighs along with his response, mirroring you as he crosses his arms to try and resemble having some sort of composure.

He intentionally left out the part where even if he knew you were going to kiss him he would still flush red like a traffic light.

That his palms would still sweat and his vest would suddenly become uncomfortably hot on his torso.

But that was because you were- well, you.

So his point still stood.

“God you really do have an answer to everything don’t you?” The slight tilt of your head and the still very apparent smile on your face told him that despite your words you weren’t angry or annoyed at his response.

You more looked like you’d been presented with a freshly scrambled rubix cube to solve and add to the collection on your desk.

And that look on your face only proved to crack his composure even more.

“Well- I have done extensive research on the subject, so I therefore have had chance to form a fully educated opinion of the matter,”

True to form, his explanation was smart, logical, mixed in with that adorable awkwardness as he continued to reel from his earlier flustering.

Your chuckles grace his ears with no objection, and he soon find himself smiling softly alongside you as your attitude rubs off on him.

“You’re so cute,”

But when you call him cute, Spencer Reid finally, fully cracks because that is the sweetest goddamn thing he’s ever heard in his life.

Spencer’s smile reaches his eyes, the flush on his cheeks returning with a vengeance at your words and causing him to feel hot once more despite the AC blowing at a comfortable cool temperature.

You hold up a finger in front of you that his eyes follow with a confused knit in his eyebrow, and then you’re jogging back towards the elevator with his confusion only growing at every step you make.

His eyebrows continue to furrow as you walk back towards him again with that determined look that paints your face whenever you’re knee-deep in a profile, and he raises and eyebrow as you come to a stop in front of him once more.

“Good morning Spencer, i’m going to kiss you as a greeting now,”

Spencer’s face relaxes at your words as he understands what you’re doing. That you’re trying to prove his previous statement untrue by declaring your intentions beforehand and still having the interaction be unsuitable as a greeting.

He thinks he knows what you have planned, and he prepares himself for your lips to press against his cheek, to suppress the kaleidoscope of butterflies that would inevitably stir in his stomach at your contact so that he could hold his ground.

He thinks he knows what’s coming.

But oh is he wrong.

Your lips miss the apple of his cheek by a large margin, landing square on his mouth and causing his eyes to fly wide open at the new sensation.

If your lips weren’t pressed to his he’s sure his jaw would’ve fallen slack.

And that’s exactly what happens when you pull away from him a few seconds later, a delicate flush on your cheeks that contrasts the bright red covering his face like a warning sign of his shattered composure.

You stifle a small chuckle at his expression with your hand, tilting your head in a exaggeratedly innocent way. “What’s wrong Spencer? I thought kissing was an acceptable greeting when ‘both parties are aware it’s going to happen’,”

You reiterate his own words back to him, mimicking his tone in your explanation as you watch him blink at you with a blankly flabbergasted expression, completely shut down in every sense of the word.

An IQ of 187 slashed down to 60 as Emily would say.

His astoundment lasts for a whole 20 seconds before he brings himself back to reality through a series of rapid blinks, doing nothing more than leaning it to finish the space between you once more.

It’s times like this where Spencer is glad that the two of you were both chronically early to work.

That he wouldn’t have to deal with the ramifications of his actions through his coworkers.

That he didn’t have to endure Morgan’s teasing as he stood there with his hands holding either side of your face and his lips pressed against yours with a gentle but insistent pressure.

You were more than happy to accept his advances, internally singing your own praises at finally finding an excuse to kiss those perfect pink lips of his, and have him return it no less.

He breaks the moment after a few seconds, his hands still securely cupping your face towards him as he stumbles out a half-assed explanation for his actions.

“It’s- It’s polite to return somebody’s greeting with one of your own-”

You nod with a suppressed smile against the hold of his hands.

Maybe kissing your coworkers was an acceptable greeting after all.

Or, at least for the coworker you’d been pining after.

[aerahyasashi]

AERAH, I BEG OF YOUUU, I SAW YOUR POST ON QUOTEV, PLEASE, PLEASE, ATLEAST A SNEAK PEAK OF THE UPCOMING FIC? OR THE ONE WHERE YOU SAID ON YOUR IG THAT YOU'RE POSTING A ONESHOT ABT GETO! PLS PLS, ANY OF THAT, JUST A SNEAK PEAK, I BEG YOUU, I'M GETTING SO FANFIC DEPRIVED AND I'M SUCH A WHORE FOR YOUR IMMACULATE WRITING 😭😭🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐋

“ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃 ”

╰┈➤𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒: Satoru’s sister started to have an unusual cravings for blood after managing to tame habakiri, and Suguru is there to help her.

╰┈➤𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: vampirism (lmfao), sexual stuff, cannibalism (habakiri), blood

╰┈➤𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Yandere! Suguru Geto x Fem! Gojo’s Sister! Reader

╰┈➤𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: just a sneakpeek cause i still haven't written the chapter 11 of idiosyncrasies, and this oneshot is in between the timeline of chapter 14-15 and it's a smut one at that LMAO💀 so i probs won't upload it until i finish chapter 14 of idiosyncrasies pookie. And HELP, the new fic i was talking about on quotev is devil in disguise, and i already posted it on tumblr but not in quotev HAHHA. Also, this might be confusing if you guys haven't read the chapter 9 of idiosyncrasies/haven't read idiosyncrasies. I SWEAR, I’LL DO THE OTHER REQS SOON.😭 I just did this one ‘cause i’ve already wrote some of it. Also, hearts and reblogs are greatly appreciated<3

Masterlist

The crimson rivulets of his blood trickles down your chin, the exquisite taste of the sanguine liquid staining your lips. Your teeth bore small smudges of red, smearing them like fallen blood on freshly fallen snow.

Using his unoccupied hand, he cradled your chin, his thumb and middle finger. His forefinger to brushed away the residual droplets of blood on the curve of your lips and wiped them away from your chin too.

“Never thought that you had such an appetite for blood...” he murmured, sensing your touch descending down from his shoulders and going southward on his abdomen. Your fingers sought purchase on his firm abdominal muscles.

“I have an idea as to why you have it though...”

“It’s because you’re habakiri’s owner, isn’t it?” Suguru murmurs, the memory of how you had managed to subdue the bloodthirsty sword, to make it submit to your will without it killing you still lingers in his mind. But perhaps, in doing so, you had inadvertently sated its voracious appetite, if only momentarily.

Your body tenses imperceptibly at his observation, and he responds with a knowing smile, his touch gentle against your skin.

“There’s no shame in it, you know?” he reassures in a hushed tone, his thumb tracing the curve of your lower lip, coaxing it to part slightly.

“And why is that so?”

Curiosity colors your words as you inquire.

“You two share the same traits, that ensures that it won’t eat you, after all, it won’t turn on his master.” he muses with a faint hum, his gaze unwavering.

“Furthermore,” he interjects with a teasing tone,

“It makes you look like a vampire...” He says.

“And.. fuck, it might seem weird but vampires are sexy in my point of view.” He confessed, a laugh bubbling on his throat.

“Hm? ‘s that so?” You asked hesitantly.

“Doesn’t it scare you?”

“Nope, Your predilection doesn’t scare me in the slightest,” he whispered softly, nibbling pensively at his lower lip as his gaze remained fixed upon you.

“In fact, I found it rather... alluring,” he admitted in a low voice.

“Do you truly not mind, then?” you inquired, though his assurance had already been vocalized.

“I don’t.”

“You don’t?...” You questioned, your voice wavering in uncertainty.

“You’re too pure for your own well, Geto,” you sighed, shaking your head disapprovingly. 

The unexpected reaction that Suguru received was far from the jubilation he had expected.

Is the pessimistic trait a common trait inherited on the Gojo clan?

Suguru thought, he wanted to release an exasperated groan; you were single-handedly sabotaging the moment once again. Though he cherished your idiosyncrasies, he longed for you to simply revel in the present moment.

Just as he prepared to interject, your hand abandoned its place on his abdomen, navigating its way to his cheek, tenderly caressing the contours of his face. Once again, your mixed signals were a labyrinth he struggled to navigate. 

“You’re seriously letting a bloodthirsty woman in your bed, Geto?”

Your brows furrowed in a contemplative manner, your delicate fingers caressing his cheek as you tip your head to the side, a look of utter confusion etched upon your features.

“Suguru,”

he implores softly.

“Call me Suguru,” he insists, clasping your hand tenderly and drawing it nearer to his warm cheek.

“Suguru,” you repeat in a gentle whisper, the syllables of his name effortlessly gliding off your tongue.

A contented smile graces his lips as he nods in approval.

“That's it,” he affirms with a quiet hum of satisfaction.

“You haven’t answered my question yet, Suguru..”

You venture forth with your query, your voice barely above a murmur, as his gaze meets yours.

“Ah, about that?”

He inquired, a single eyebrow arching in intrigue as he watched your hand slipping away from his,  The warmth of your touch lingered on his cheek before your fingers finding their way to the bulb of muscle at the neck base, caressing it softly, before your hand pressed onto the twin punctures that you left on his neck.

“I would.” He breathed out sincerely.

“doesn't matter if you're a monster or not...” he whispered.

“I don't mind having a monster in my bed if it’s you,”

Your expression softened at his words before a sharp yelp escaped your lips as he firmly seized your hips, deftly maneuvering to shift his weight and flipping your positions easily so that he’s the one on top of you now.

Your breath caught in your throat, a soft gasp escaping your lips as you sank into the softness of the pillow, your silken tresses sprawling across the expanse of the mattress, you could basically feel the rapid drumming of your heart within your ribcage.

“Want you so bad...” he whispered.

A shiver ran through you, your gaze fixated on his form as he leaned in, lips parted, his teeth grazing his lower lip with a fervor that drew forth an errant droplet of crimson, tracing a path down his chin.

Your pupils dilated at the sight, fingers twitching.

“Suguru...” The word fell from your lips, the syllables laced with a hint of restraint.

“You started it...” he mumbled, brows twitching as he looked at you.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this..” He says in a low voice.

“What were you even thinking?... Climbing onto my lap, biting me, kissing me.. tasting me without thinking that there’s no consequences to that...”

His fingers threaded through the strands of your hair, a gentle tug coaxing you even closer until your lips were mere inches apart. 

“So, come now,” he murmured, a sly grin tugged at the corner of his lips as his onyx colored eyes bore into you.

“Finish what you started, Angel.”

[agustdiv1ne]

bf!txt finding out you write smut about them online 😳

opening hard hours and subsequently closing them j so i can ramble abt it this (and now that you've mentioned best friend!txt,, oh my lordy lord) (also mdni thanks)

yeonjun accidently stumbles upon your account when he asks to borrow your laptop. it's open on a tab you should've closed, and the first words that he registers are his name and the bolded "smut" directly next to it — and a sick sort of curiousity comes over him. commence him scrolling through your account, reading all the perverted things you've posted about him and him only, none of the other members in sight. and it's surprisingly...well-written? his heart beats loud in his ears as he realizes that you think about him the same way he thinks about you, vividly imagining fucking you in the way that you've described — you really seem to like his lips, hm? and his hands. and the way you write about his cock makes him wonder how the fuck you know him so well. maybe he'll just have to make a move on you, make you cum over and over again 'til you're crying for him...yeah, he thinks he just might

soobin is so turned on that it's embarrassing. he shouldn't be, he knows. disgust should be flooding his system at the thought of you writing such depraved things about him, about tying him up and playing with him until he's sobbing and drooling all over the sheets. yet here he is, jerking off to your writing because he just can't help himself. his cute little best friend thinks all these things about him? instant boner. he's so needy and he just can't take it anymore. he secretly begins following your account just to keep up with your new posts, somehow always finding himself with a hand shoved beneath the waistband of his boxers. he's not sure how to approach you, so he'll just let it be for now. he'll start being more touchy now that he knows, holding your hand, hands wrapping around your waist, hoping that you'll figure it out. unluckily for him, you don't, and try to keep things platonic because you don't want to lose him. god, okay. he'll just have to do it then. one day, maybe tomorrow, he'll confess to you and let you do all the dirty things that you've written about to him

beomgyu is...quite the wildcard. i think he'd have an inkling about your feelings for him, but he likes to play with his food a little before he goes in for a bite. he'll tease you with a hand on your thigh just a little too high for it to be platonic, set you on his lap when others are around just to see you all flustered for him. your first (and last) mistake is leaving your account up on your phone when you leave to grab a snack from the kitchen. it's a screen he's never seen before, and it piques his interest immediately. imagine his shock when he sees you've been writing about him, your thoughts about him bending you over and fucking into you, about him pressing his chest to your back, legs holding yours open, and having his way with you. he fucking knew it: you're not as innocent, as shy, as you seem. you end up bent over the couch with his cock buried deep in your walls, his hips teasingly grinding into you as he demands that you keep reading your fics out loud so he can do exactly what you wished for, relishing in your embarrassment <33

taehyun, unfortunately for you, is perceptive. the way you turn your screen away from him sometimes, thumbs flying across your keyboard, never letting him anywhere near your laptop...you're damn well doing something that you shouldn't be. it can't be helped, the way he finds himself snooping through your phone when you're taking a shower just to stumble upon posts upon posts of the dirtiest, nastiest things that you want him to do to you. it's odd how well you've pinpointed his more dominant tendencies, his strength kink and his choking kink and how this means you share them. something about the way you write leaves him craving for more — for the the real thing. and what can he say? curiousity killed the cat, but satisfaction sure as hell brought him back. when you come back, clad in borderline skimpy pajamas, he waves your phone around, asking you why you didn't just ask him to fuck you? he feels the same way about you, after all. after a bit of fretting and him soothing your unease, you're on your knees with your tight, wet mouth around his cock, and all he can think about is how he's going to make you cry for him once he pulls you off of him

kai, oh lord. kai is freaking the fuck out. he's curious to see what moas write about him, so he makes an account just to see and woah. there's so much dirty shit about him but it makes him so hard and needy and all he can picture doing those things to you, of you doing those things to him. he clicks on one account that seems very prevalent in his tag, and he freezes. you're using a pseudonym, but there's enough identifying information that he knows it's you. what confirms it for him is your recent face reveal and oh my god, it really is you. how do you know that he humps his plushies to the thought of you? how do you know he's been wanting to watch you ride him and suck on your tits all the while? how do you even know he has a things for boobs? it's dizzying, and all he can think about as he grabs his trusty fleshlight are your tight, warm walls wrapped around him, imagining how desperate you'd sound once he has sunken into you. and is it so bad when you find him in such a compromising position? is it so bad that you're giving in? no, it can't be, not as he watches you use him to get off, your walls quivering around him as he helps bounce you up and down like his personal little fuckdoll >///<

[softspiderling]

five kisses | j.h.s.

requested by @novagreen04: hi! thank you for answering last time :D got a request that might be more specific this time. if you haven't written this for our man hangman yet, i'd appreciate if you'd write headcanons abt what's it like kissing him (on diffrent occasions, like when he comes home from deployment kisses, goodnight/ goodmorning kisses, etc) thank youuuuu💓💓💓💓💓

summary: five kisses with Jake

pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader

warnings: none

word count: 2,3k

author's note: the fact that this started as a mini-fic, too... enjoy!

first kiss

“I really had fun today,” you told Jake as you stood in front of your door. Even though he had dropped you off right in front of your building, Jake had insisted on walking you to your door, to make sure you got home safe. 

“Me too,” Jake drawled, leaning against the wall with his shoulder. “I am glad we finally got around to go out.”

“That’s on you. You’re always gone for work, and I know it’s different times now, but I prefer to have my first date in real life instead of virtually,” you pointed out and Jake gasped in mock, touching his chest.

“I clearly remember asking you out multiple times after you moved in and every time you turned me down.”

“Well, I didn’t think you were serious.”

Jake smiled at you, his eyes gleaming. “I could tell. But I am glad you gave me a chance.”

“Me too.”

“Good night,” Jake said softly, leaning in, pressing a soft kiss on your… Cheek?

Stunned, you stuttered out a good night, before unlocking your door, letting it fall shut behind you. You generally didn’t kiss on the first date, but this date with Jake went exceptionally well. It’d be stupid to say that you were disappointed that he hadn’t kissed you, but you were. Sighing, you kicked your shoes off and hung your purse on the coat rack, when someone knocked on your front door incessantly. 

You opened the door warily, your eyes widening in surprise.

“Jake? Did you forget something?”

“Yes, I forgot to do this.”

Jake grabbed you by the neck gently, pulling you in for a kiss and even though you initially squawked in surprise, you soon melted into his arms, kissing him back.

2. good night kiss

The shower was running when you got to Jake’s, hanging his spare key in its place before moving to the living room. You were extremely cranky, your day was long and you didn’t even had time to go home to grab a change of clothes before heading to Jake. You’d have to wake up earlier tomorrow to go home to change.

Dragging yourself to the living room, you pulled out the stack of papers from your bag, putting them on the coffee table. The water in the bathroom was turned off, and you heard the door opening.

“Babe, is that you?”

“No, I am a robber who used your spare key and now makes themselves feel at home while you’re showering.

Jake raised an eyebrow at you when he walked in the living, a towel slung around his waist. Immediately, you regretted your words.

“I’m sorry. I’m just so tired. Today was a crap day and I didn’t even have enough time to grab a change of clothes,” you sighed, rubbing your forehead and Jake stepped closer, pressing a kiss on your cheek. 

“Come on, let’s go to bed hm?”

“I can’t, I still have a bunch of papers to grade.”

Jake took your hand and you half-heartedly tried to stay put, not really wanting to grade them. 

“Come on, your kids will understand. You barely look awake enough to get through one paper, let alone a stack of ‘em.”

You followed Jake to the bedroom, sitting down on the bed while he dried himself off, before handing you an old t-shirt of his to sleep in. While he got changed, you didn’t even have the energy to watch, you were that tired. Instead, you slipped into his shirt, folded your clothes neatly and put them on the dresser, crawling into the bed. Jake immediately followed suit, wrapping his arms around you from behind. 

“What if we found a place a little bit closer to school, hm? You wouldn’t have to go home before work every morning and it’d just take a bit of stress off of your shoulders,” he suggested quietly. 

Raising a brow, you turned around in his arms, looking at him. “We? As in, you want us to find a place together?”

“That’s the plan, yeah.”

“I didn’t realize we’re at that stage already.”

Jake chuckled, brushing the stray hair out of your face. “I’ve pretty much been at this stage ever since I met you. I’m in this for the long run, sweets. Aren’t you?”

Smiling, you tucked your face in the crook of his neck. 

“Okay,” you mumbled into his skin and Jake’s body rumbled as he laughed. 

“Get your face out of there, I didn’t understand a word. 

Pulling back, you looked up at him, somewhat shyly. “I said okay. Let’s do it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you said, leaning in to kiss him softly. Humming into the kiss, Jake tangled his hand into your hair, before breaking the kiss. 

“Sleep tight, sweets.”

3. reunion kiss

Nervously, you played with your necklace, constantly checking the time. Jake had texted you that he was on his way from the airport. You would’ve picked him up, but the airport was 3 hours away, and that was just one way, so Jake assured you he’d grab a cab instead of making you drive all the way out there. 

It was a little after six and Jake left the airport around three, so he must be home any second. This was Jake’s first time coming home from deployment since you moved in together and it was important to you that the apartment was clean, cozy and that dinner was in the oven. When you heard the keys jangle at the front door, you jumped up, opening the door. 

Jake raised his eyebrows, before his face melted into a relief smile. 

“Hi sweets.”

“Jake,” you breathed out, throwing your arms around his neck. He stumbled a bit, but he dropped his duffel bag to the floor to embrace you, sighing softly. Even though he had assured you that this detachment wasn’t anything dangerous, you had been worried sick and counted down the days until he had returned home. 

“I missed you,” he said quietly into your hair and you bit back a sob, which immediately alarmed him. “Hey, hey, don’t cry.”

Holding you at an arm's length, he gently wiped the tears off your cheek with his thumb and you only laughed wetly. “Sorry, I don’t even know why I’m crying.”

Jake only smiled fondly at you, before leaning down to give a soft kiss. It wasn’t one of your best kisses, that was fair, given the tears and all. But that was okay, all that mattered was that Jake was finally back in your arms.

“Welcome home.”

4. good morning kiss

On the morning of your birthday, you stirred awake earlier than usual. Blindly, you reached for Jake, only to find a cold, empty bed. That was weird. As you sat up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. It wasn’t even eight yet. 

Maybe he was out for a run. 

Padding to the kitchen barefooted, you grabbed yourself a glass of water, glancing out of the window. It was a nice day out and even though the sun hasn’t risen quite yet, the sky was clear. When you saw Jake’s car pull in the parking lot, you furrowed your brows in confusion. Well, clearly he wasn’t out on a run. You watched him for a second, your eyes nearly bugging out of your head when he grabbed a huge bouquet of flowers from the back seat.

Obviously, you were in the middle of ruining his surprise, so you put your glass into the dishwasher and booked it back to the bedroom, crawling under the covers. A few minutes later, you could hear the front door open and shut. Then, tinkering in the kitchen. Soon, a smell of bacon and pancakes filled the apartment and you pressed your lips together gleefully, your entire chest warming. 

You weren’t sure how long you were waiting until footsteps came towards the bedroom, the door creaking open. Your eyes were shut, waiting for something, anything, and then:

“How long have you been awake?”

Peeking an eye open, you saw Jake standing in the doorway, the flower bouquet in a vase on a tray of breakfast food. Your cheeks flushed.

“How’d you know I was awake?”

Jake gave you a look and carefully set down the tray on the bed next to you. Cupping your cheek, he smiled fondly at you. 

“It’s cuz you always snore a little when you’re asleep. Happy birthday, baby.”

Leaning in, he kissed you softly and you melted against him, kissing him back. He had a hint o f coffee on his lips and he tasted like home.

5. make up kiss

Scrubbing at the table furiously, you glared at it like it had personally offended you. You didn’t even stop until the surface basically reflected your face back at you, it was that clean. Heading back to the kitchen, you tossed the rag in the sink before getting started with putting the dry dishes away. When you heard keys turn in the door, you tensed, however choosing not to greet Jake, keeping your attention on the dishes.

“Hi baby, what’re doing up so late?” Jake asked, toeing his shoes off before joining you in the kitchen. It was obvious that he had completely forgotten about it, which made it even worse. You had sat across from your friends like an idiot for half an hour, texting and calling him countless times. And here he was, acting like nothing had happened, obviously just coming from the bar. 

“Cleaning,” you replied curtly. Jake raised an eyebrow, eyeing you carefully, leaning against the counter.

“I can see that… Do you want to do anything for dinner or have already eaten?” he then wanted to know, leaning over to kiss you, but you turned your head so his lips met your cheek instead.

“... Are you mad at me?”

“No, why would I be mad at you? It’s not like you forgot something.”

Jake glanced between you and the cupboard, in which you placed the coffee mugs just a tad too aggressively, before his eyes fell to the calendar. 

dinner with ash + rob!

“Oh fuck, that was today?”

You ignored him, and Jake groaned, running his hands through his hair. He started explaining himself, how work was insane and how all the squadron wanted to do was to get a drink after work and how he hadn’t planned on staying for long.

"You could have just called me."

At that, you whirled around angrily, fumes basically coming out of your ears. 

“Are you kidding me, Jake?” you snapped and Jake took a few steps back, his eyes wide. “I texted you 50 times, I called you over and over again and you didn’t pick up! You knew how important this dinner was to me, and you couldn’t even think to check the calendar in the morning before work, OR check your phone when you decided to stay out drinking after work?”

Storming into the bedroom, you opened up the closet, with Jake hot on your heels.

“I know. Baby, I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah, and what good is that to me now, Jake?” You asked, before dumping a blanket in his arms, that you’d just pulled out of the closet. 

“Good night.”

You shut the door in his face, before letting out a long sigh, leaning against it. Hearing Jake exhaling deeply from the other side, his steps then retreated into the living room. God, you were so mad at him. 

A few hours later, it was nearing three am and you still couldn’t fall asleep. You knew it was partly because Jake was spending the night on the couch and partly because you hated going to bed angry. But there was no way in hell that you’d call him to bed. You startled when there was a gentle knock on the door. 

“Are you still up?” 

Jake’s voice sounded muffled through the door and you contemplated acting asleep. 

“Yes.”

“Can I come in?”

“... Yes.”

The door creaked open slowly and Jake stepped in, looking… Kind of miserable. His hair was ruffled, the blanket was draped over his shoulder, as he closed the door behind him. Jake got on the bed slowly, as if not to startle you, taking your hands in his when you sat up. 

“I’m really sorry for forgetting dinner with your friends. I should’ve remembered, and I definitely should have at least looked at my phone.”

Blinking at him, you glowered a bit, before lying back down, pulling the blanket over your shoulders. Jake didn’t move for a second, before he snuck under the blanket, curling around you. He leaned his forehead against yours and gently kissed you on the lips, before pressing another kiss on your hand. 

+ 1 bonus “last” kiss

Peeking around the corner, you made sure no one lingered in the hallway before you booked it to the backyard, as silently as you could. Your dress was swirling against the carpeted floor and with a push of the door, you were standing in the courtyard, where Jake was waiting for you. He looked so handsome. 

“Hi!” you whispered and he wrapped his arms around you, twirling you around for a bit. His cheeks were red and the smile on his face was so bright, it competed with the sun in the sky. 

“You look absolutely breathtaking, baby,” he whispered and you straightened the buttons of his gray suit jacket. 

“You look very handsome, too babe. But I still think you should’ve worn your dress-whites.”

He gave you a look, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I told you, I wanted to marry you as Jake Seresin, not as Lieutenant Jake “Hangman” Seresin. This is me, baby.”

Rolling your eyes fondly, you leaned up to kiss him, your hands around his neck. Jake kissed you back, stealing all the air from your lungs, before he pulled away, beaming at you. 

“I can’t believe that the next time we kiss, we’ll be husband and wife.”

“Well, you better believe it.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you guys!” 

Javy was standing in the door, glaring at the soon-to-be married couple, looking absolutely furious. 

“Everyone is looking for you! I can’t believe you’re late to your own wedding!”

With a laugh, you and Jake ran back inside, with Javy ushering you to go faster, to finally start the ceremony that would officially make you Mr. and Mrs. Seresin.

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🏷️list: @luckyladycreator2 // @idiomaticpunk // @littlebadariell

[cosmobrain00]

alrght. ive been putting off making this post for a long time for personal reasons but i think i need to finally just get this out of the way bf I get any more questions- so:

if u r/ were a fan of my fic series/ motr im sorry to say im officially going to put it on hiatus for the foreseeable future for several reasons:

(these r all directed at motr, not the others before it)

im no longer happy w how I dealt w many things in this fic n how it's going, nor am I impressed w most of the quality of it. there's too many things i feel the need to change n it makes it extremely difficult to continue when all I want to do is rewrite the entire thing or delete motr entirely.

continuing on w this theme- I dont like the route I went when dealing w will's grief n all of the missed potential for his pov tht I wouldn't be able to get back at this point.

the potential of the plot twist tht will happen is going to be diminished bc of how I ended up writing the chapters.

it's. so. fucking. long. alrdy this series for me is extremely long n to wrap up wht ive started would take more patience n time than I have now bc of the way I decided to write this- not to mention how the length keeps distancing itself from the first work- which idk rlly how to explain to ppl but it bothers me somehow so. hm

its not just abt "taking a break" either bc I have. for 3 whole months. evrything I try to see for it either makes me upset bc I wish I could've done so much differently or it ends up being too in depth.

im struggling w at least two plot holes tht I cannot get a handle on n its extremely irritating to try to wrap up all the things I tried to start n. yeah

if u couldn't tell im extremely frustrated lol. n yes bf u say it ik this might seem abrupt considering I just posted a snippet of it, however the more I looked at it n the scene it only made me realize how much ive wasted in regards to the plot n how drawn out ive made it.

anyways, I have more reasons but these r the most glaring ones (n the most spoiler free ones) n once again I am sorry, but imo this is better than deleting it, so thts why im going to leave it. if I decide once ive sat on this for a bit to make a rewrite then we'll see how it goes, but for now im just gonna leave it alone.

ofc ty to all the lovely ppl who v graciously helped me out n took time out of their schedule to give me support, n to those who told me how much they loved it, I still do appreciate ur evry comment to this day<3

[feelbokkie]

ok so i went thru ur rules and had a question which i believe i can ask (dont answer if u dont wanna 😅)

r u ok w writing poly skz?? like w 9th member??

idk why but im in a additional member poly group phase rn 💀 not that there r enough good fics abt this out there, which is why i wanted to ask 😅

hm...

maybe? i might not be any good at it. i could do well 9th member platonic skz okay. but if you want something romantic (when i open my request back up again of course) i might have trouble writing that. or at the very least, i might take a while writing it

i read a lot of platonic 9th member and some polyam 9th member fics so i get the phase, lol

[faunusrights]

hrm hrm

okay so if i may. be honest. iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii am very torn abt still making rwby stuff for like idk 3 or 4 different reasons. Maybe More. and its something ive been picking at for a hot minute and i still dont have an answer nor do i expect to get one any time soon BUT. whatever. what is a blog but a place to shit my thoughts onto.

i've been feeling bad lately abt tagging my art and fic as rwby because lets all be real here. me and canon have been divorced for a few years at this point. and as fun as it is to run around with my interpretations of these characters as i have been doing since like 2018 i do feel like im at a point where its like. Why Am I Even Tagging It. its basically not even. rwby any more. lol.

"so why not file off the serial numbers yanno? make em yr ocs and do shit with em that way" Well The Thing Is It's Not That Shrimple, You See. cause i've built this interps around the canon of rwby right. like for the way i write blake and velvet and so on so forth the faunus are like a THING. that i cant REMOVE. FUNDAMENTALLY. like if i take them from there into a new ecosystem (my brain) they're gonna die. and you might be like ah well you can make them into animal people with a different cause!!!!!!!! it's not copyrighted!!!!!!!! you are you Right but also i'll b honest team. that tightens up the audience like a butthole. most people would see a bitch with funny ears and literally feel too divorced from reality to care abt em. which is. a problem.

anyway. i also didnt watch v9 of rwby and dont intend to tbh. ive really stopped caring for a long time and now that v10 is probably never gonna get greenlit because of. The Problems. im like. hm. this feels like im gonna start drifting hard and find something else to occupy my brainhole more than rwby but im also SO ATTACHED to my beans............ like the reason im even still writing shit for rwby is because i love the characters and the way i write the characters and a few select others (kiss kiss to my fwends) and whilst i wont stop. loving them. it's hard to let them go. because even if i make an oc tomorrow who is basically my velvet in every way Well. It Still Ain't Velvet. and she'll lack all the things that made me LIKE velvet. yanno. so.

anyway this isnt meant to be a conclusive series of thoughts. its more like. hhhhh. i have a lot of personal projects on the go that're sort of expanding in my brain (follow @mundanearcane if you wanna see my slowly updating devlog on my terrible idea for the ttrpg that nobody has stopped me making yet) and obviously fallout is always my baby over on @nishaapologist and im never gonna stop loving fallout on account of. sarah lyons. existing. BUT. basically if i seem less like. enthused abt rwby. its cause. of the above. yah.

[vanibear]

rough wip of a fic where roxas and kairi have a conversation and learn a bit more abt each other (set post melody of memory) !!

i have a lot more stuff to add but I have other things i need to be doing today :(

"I had a feeling you'd be up here,"

Roxas jumped about a foot in the air; he'd been too engrossed in his writing to notice anyone that anyone else had climbed up to the tower.

"Careful! Don't fall!" Kairi yelped, surprised that he’d been so startled.

Roxas grabbed his pen right before it rolled off the edge of the tower and disobeyed Kairi's instructions.

"Don't worry. I've learned how to keep my balance up here, but it takes some practice," 

Their first conversation flashed through his mind. Admittedly, the clock tower was not the safest choice for a hangout spot.

"What brings you here?" he asked, offering his hand to help Kairi sit down. 

Hesitantly, she took it and settled down beside him on the ledge. Roxas noticed that her hands were clenched- nails digging into palm. The same way Xion does when she's nervous. 

"You okay?"

Kairi took a deep breath, avoiding his gaze.

"Yeah. Heights just.. aren't my thing. I'd rather have the ground under my feet, that's all,”

She paused.

“But, tomorrow, I leave to go train with Aqua, so I figured I ought to visit this place again before I go,"

“Y’know, you really shouldn’t force yourself up here if you’re scared of heights. This place isn’t that special,” 

Roxas knew that statement sounded wonderfully ironic, coming from his lips.

A cloud passed in front of the sun. Kairi shivered.

"It's- the height's not everything," her voice grew soft.

Roxas looked over, concerned. Her shoulders were trembling.

"The last time I was here... was with him."

Him.

Roxas remembered how she'd walked back without him that day. Deep down, a voice he tried to ignore asked why Sora didn't feel like saying goodbye to him.

"It's… been awhile since then," Roxas stared ahead.

Kairi murmured in agreement.

The two watched the clouds roll by.

"Roxas?"

"Hm?"

"What were you writing about, when I came up here?"

"Oh, that," 

Roxas reached out to grab the notebook he'd set aside- yellow on the front, with painted stars and a thalassa shell. Xion and Namine had worked together on it, all for him. He still didn't know how to thank them.

"I was just journaling. I come up here in the afternoons when everyone's doing other things. It's a nice place to write."

Kairi nodded, pulling something from her pocket. It was a small purple journal, with a bow on the front.

"I like to write, too. Mostly poems, though. I've tried to keep a diary before, but it never stuck. I feel like I just don't remember enough to write anything," She twisted the ribbon on the cover between her fingers.

"I've been there before.”

“Really?”

“I…  think you should keep trying. Trust me, it helps. And not just with memories,"

Kairi looked up.

"It helps you… see what you feel. Sometimes, I can't understand what I'm feeling until I write it down."

"I see. I think I'm the same way with my poems," 

She went back to messing with the journal’s ribbon.

"Though, I feel like I can't write anything at all, nowadays," she whispered.

She sighed. It sounded just like Namine's.

Roxas drummed his fingers on top of his notebook, then, taking a deep breath, slowly reached into his pocket. He pulled out a fountain pen- navy, with black and silver trim- and pointed it towards Kairi.

"Take this. For you to write with. It was my first one,"

"Your first... pen?"

"Yeah."

Roxas rubbed his thumb over the cap. The motion alone brought back countless memories. He didn't know why he held onto it. It had become a habit to carry around, even after its matching journal had long been filled. He didn't use it, though. Something in him couldn't. It was from a different time, a time long gone; secretly, he felt like if he used it, it might just have the power to bring those times back.

"Back when.. I first joined the Organization... Saix gave it to me, with a journal as well,"

"Saix did?" 

She sounded confused.

"Well, Isa now, I guess. He told me that I should keep a diary, to keep track of things that happened. I didn't know what to write at first, but... it eventually became like a lifeline to me. In the beginning, I... I don't know how to describe it, but I couldn't hold on to anything. Everything would swim around me, but I think- I think writing was one of the things that saved me from… losing who I was,"

"That was... very kind of Saix."

"Huh. I guess it was.”

Kairi stared down at the pen.

"Roxas,"

Kairi looked at the boy in front of her. His face was set in a determined, almost familiar way; his eyes shone so blue, so earnestly; she couldn't bear to meet their gaze.

"I can't take something so important from you. I-"

"No." There was a storminess in his eyes as he interrupted her.

"I don't even use it anymore. It's a gift. A… thank you."

"A thank you?"

"Yes. Do you remember the first time we talked?"

He watched as Kairi closed her eyes and searched for the memory. It made him sad, when people struggled to remember things; he knew too well the pain of forgetting. He felt worse that she knew it likely as well as he did.

"I- think so. It was when I was... trying to remember S-" Her voice faded off so that she wouldn't have to finish the name.

"Yeah. You ended up finding me instead."

[salaapaoo]

it's been a while since i've been on here!! I've been p busy w school >< but i got tagged !! by @fanfiction-artist-prototype for 20 questions!! 1. how many works do you have on ao3? I have 16! but a bunch of wips hidden in my docs hehe 2. what's your total ao3 word count?

144,014!! I feel proud bc it's been,,, almost a year since i started?? I haven't really had time to write lately though :<

3. what fandoms do you write for? hmm... only lcf so far, but i wanted to write for sss class revival hunter !! but i need to catch up and brain rot harder!!!

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

young master, you dumb bitch

puppy teeth

in the comfort of death

death's little reaper

teeny tiny trouble

5. do you respond to comments? why/why not?

I usually do!! I feel kind of bad tho bc I see comments and then tell myself that i'd just respond later, but then forget.... hhh i will respond to them eventually ;;

6. what's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

hm.. there's only a few that are done... so i guess i'll say what i think will have the angstiest once i'm done?? I think it might be between mr forgettable, witcher's calamity, or comfort of death???

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

uhm.... i feel like a lot of mine don't really have happy endings??? hhh

8. do you get hate on fics?

no ! i'm really happy with that! i feel like the fandom is really nice tho heh

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind? :] yes,,, uh theres.. some out there

10. do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one?

i don't write crossovers hhh mostly because i would worry about trying to keep even more charas in character ;; brain too rotten w lcf

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of ??

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

yeah! i had one translated into russian!! that reminds me,, i should probably add a link to that to the summary or smth ghksjhg

13. have you ever co-written a fic?

hmmm officially on ao3, no, but i would consider a lot of my fics cowritten w my friends because would end up brainrotting together so hard that it would end up mostly written!! so if i end up writing it, i usually end up dedicating it to them or smth

14. what's your all time fave ship?

hmmm,,, im not too picky??? i usually like eating them all

15. whats a wip you want to finish but doubt you will?

hmm... im a bit worried about finishing comfort of death ?? i want to finish them all!! but for comfort of death i'm a bit worried because i know how i want it to end but the in between hhhh uughgggh having to connect it ughghghg we're still far out!!

16. what are your writing strengths?

my friend said that my writing felt nostalgic and like heheh that makes me feel proud!! smth abt how i desc scenes, so i think that's a thing i'm really proud of !!

17. writing weaknesses?

i think the fact that i don't like rereading is a big weakness because i'll read it again after a long ass time and then see so many errors!! I think i have a lot of run on sentences, too!!

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language? i don't think i'm too confident on writing dialogue in another language!! I would probably just put it in italics and say its being done hhh or if i do, then i'd want it checked by someone who speaks it

19. first fandom you wrote for?

lcf!

20. fav fic you've ever written?

mmmm that's hard... but i think i'm really attached to like, teeny tiny trouble or maybe witcher's calamity? theres a few hidden ones that i'm actually really attached to !! i hope to have more time to write soon!!

-

tagging

@vveirdnobdy uuh,,, idk who to tag??? whoever wants to join?

[yoggybloggy]

when i get starting fic ideas for a pairing thats when i know im down bad because i literally never get fic ideas and also i cant write. anyway here's my ppkm plot bunnies. or more like headcanons i guess except one's an au

akarsha doing that thing where you get more touchy feely and physically affectionate with your best friend who's actually your crush but like in a "jokey" way and also to annoy noelle on purpose but also its real. um. hm <3 real noelle "if i hold her hand and embrace her she'll be immobilised" moments in there as well <3 just them getting more touchy feely with each other with passing touches they pretend to pass off as nothing...

in the same vein as above - the early stages of their relationship when theyre getting used to ACTUAL physical affection. noelle's so repressed especially with her internalised ideas abt same-sex relations (lol) she's so uncomfortable at the start and akarsha's also like... feels awkward about it bc its Vulnerability but they both talk through it and work through it together <3 the convo they had about it not "being their style" in my brain... they def get really comfortable with physical affection tho maybe just not pda

au where noelle and akarsha are professional musicians... ok before that heres my hc which is that i think in canon akarsha isn't super into music, its more of a parents making you learn an instrument type thing. thats also definitely true in noelle's case but 1) she definitely started really young 2) she likes it enough to make it her profile picture and i imagine she's pretty good while akarsha's maybe just taken lessons at school for a couple years and is ok at it. thats just my headcanon tho i might be totally wrong

anyway onto the actual au idea. noelle's a pianist who mainly has experience in accompanying for various soloists at the moment, she's really stressed about this + gets a lot of grief from her parents about it bc accompanists have like no prestige compared to soloists... akarsha's a budding new cellist on the scene and it's arranged for noelle to accompany for her for a concert and noelle's absolutely disgusted and simultaneously captivated by akarsha being akarsha LOL she's like "I have to accompany this clown?? This is ridiculous and demeaning" and they go from there <3 eventually they play piano/cello concertos with each other… maybe compose together… become an established duo <3

or it could be an au where they're just music students and meet when noelle gets arranged to accompany for akarsha and similar stuff goes down... or theyre already friends like canon and go to music school together... honestly musicians aus can take multiple forms im just a sucker for musician shit

[bluelolblue]

21 & 25 for santino d’antonio for the ask game ? :]

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character?What's something you don't like?

Might gonna sound weird but in some fic's I like to give him trauma that he has to deal with (especially in the upcoming one), yk the childhood trauma. BUT I really just like to write him as a little angsty, bitchy but hella flirty asshole. And I also LOVE to write him being affectionate, like when he's needy and wants attention.

As for what I don't like? Hm... idk at the moment, I'm just throwing him into random events.💀

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

OOH my first impression! At first I was like "Hmm this guy kinda hot." When I was... what, 14 or 15 if not a little bit younger? I was mostly interested in John back then bc of Keanu Reeves, and my mom loves him too, so that's how I got into John Wick movies. But I was still eyeing Santino. He was a bit annoying, but I actually liked that abt him and uh... as I continued to watch it more and whenever it came on the TV and I got older, yk puberty hit me like a lot lmao, I was like "OH MY FUCK HELLO SANTINO YOU HOT FUCK" so yeah he made me realize that I like Italian language and Italy and ofc then I became obsessed with him and Riccardo Scamarcio. And now, as you can see, I'm still very much obsessed and hyperfixated on him. Yeah, it all started a few years ago and now I'm here being crazy :).