#also check out this fic that someone wrote based on this piece
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Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High?
+ more under the cut!
check out this fic inspired by this piece above! It's very very good.
#dndads#dungeons and daddies#dungeons and daddies fanart#dndads fanart#dndads season 1#lark oak#nick close#nark#got so nark pilled these past two? weeks and liked this sketch to make it a full piece#them boys smoking in some dirty ass bathroom they disgust me#i love them so much tho fuck i hate em#anyways i have sm more sketches i wanna draw out eventually#i miss them#also check out this fic that someone wrote based on this piece#absolutely gutted me so now you all must read and suffer#the nark brainworms#theyre so fucked up
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Cobymeppo / Kobymeppo Fic Recs!
Here's a list of Koby / Helmeppo fics that I personally recommend, for @klausbens and anyone else just getting into Kobymeppo from the Live Action! Putting them under a read more because this is going to be a long. Fics will be linked in the fic titles! They are ordered in oldest to newest.
General Recs
This Modest Paradise - Eloarei
Coby and Helmeppo run into Morgan while shopping.
This one is my all-time favorite Cobymeppo fic. It was one of the first I found and it's one I still think about and revisit often
Grow - Eloarei
Helmeppo is able to take care of himself, but when his father returns home with a promotion, he finds he suddenly doesn't have to anymore, and that's the weirdest part about moving to the Marine base in Shells town. Without any responsibilities, he becomes bored, and any of the positive attitude his mother might have left him with goes straight out the window.
This is a really sweet fic about Helmeppo's initial time in the Marines. Not as overtly Cobymeppo, but the last little bit always gets me right in the feels.
The Way of Monsters - Eloarei
Coby was used to monsters. After years under Alvida he thought he understood them. But escaping out into the world shows him that there's a lot he doesn't know. What makes a monster? And what redeems one?
This one's very fun. It has werewolves, and is a bit of a Beauty and the Beast kind of tale. Highly Recommend.
Building Desks For Dummies - thecayenneknight
Koby and Helmeppo must face their greatest mission yet: assembling a single piece of furniture.
Short and sweet and super cute.
Dance With Me - RedPen1992
Soon after the conclusion of the Paramount War, the Marines have to face their next greatest challenge, The Marine Gala.
This one's more focused on Akainu/Kizaru, but the Coby/Helmeppo stuff in there is really good. Overall a great read.
Anniversary - altokiwi
Ready to go party, Hina demands they tell her all about last year's Halloween Night, first.
Holding Helmeppo's hand tight, Coby tells the story about the scariest —but also the happiest— night of his life.
This is a really good one. I may be biased since it was an exchange gift for me, but it's a wonderful blend of silly and a little spooky <3
To Come Back - merricat
Coby and Helmeppo's close-knit circle of Marines is holding a celebration at none other than Shells Town, which forces Helmeppo to confront demons past and present.
I'm also biased towards this one (another exchange gift), but man it's so good. Lots of Helmeppo looking back on things, and them just being so sweet with each other.
Daydreams - hamstercheese7
Coby just cannot concentrate on paperwork. And who could blame him, with a view like that?
This one's so silly sweet I love it. Has both Coby/Drake and Coby/Helmeppo.
Coby/Helmeppo Oneshots - ShadowoftheLightningPack
Ok this one's a doozy at 109 chapters but there are a lot of good ones in there. If nothing else I think it's really worth at least browsing to see if anything catches your attention! (That being said, read chapter 93 it's fun)
Against Change (You Can Wander Through the Ruins) - owlboxes
“I don’t want to pry,” Coby murmurs, quiet so as not to startle Helmeppo, who already looks seconds away from crumbling. “But…I want you to know I also want to listen, if you want someone to talk to.”
“I have to get my hair cut in the morning,” Helmeppo says, his voice trembling, as he tugs at the strands that have grown longer, almost to his chin now. “…but what if I don’t want to?”
I'm a sucker for Cobymeppo Fics that center around Helmeppo's hair and this checks all the boxes.
My Fic Recs
(These are all ones I wrote myself that I think are worth a read)
Over the Edge
When Helmeppo ends up letting go in a precarious situation, Coby is forced to consider life without his other half, if only for a little while.
Diaries of Coby-Meppo
I particularly recommend Scissors.
Bloodsoaked
When things go south on a solo mission, Helmeppo takes things to the extreme.
Masquerade
Coby and Helmeppo attend the year's big masquerade ball at Mariejois and the night goes far better than Coby had ever expected.
A Haunted Base
“Tell me again why we’re doing this?”
Helmeppo looked down from his perch on a ceiling beam, watching as Tashigi came in with a huff and slammed a box down on the operating table he’d stolen from the base earlier.
“Because Smoker had better things to do, and nobody gets out of Vice Admiral Dahlia’s plans?”
Day on the Edge
Coby enjoys a peaceful morning with his partner, but something leaves him feeling uneasy.
SPICY Fic Recs
Saved and Earned - Tonko
Integrity is a hard road, but Helmeppo is trying.
I don't even know what to say about this fic. You know that pic of the stick figure on all fours shaking something violently in its mouth? That's how crazy this fic makes me.
Guilty Pleasures - me
When Coby witnesses the carnage his friend and partner is capable of, in the moment he's not sure how he'll get past it. But the jokes on him, because he's into that shit.
I wrote this to be similar to Bloodsoaked, but more spicy.
Searching for the Words - 2Farky2Furious
“Helmeppo.”
He shook himself from his thoughts. “Huh?”
“It’s just me. You know you can tell me anything, right?”
“I—” Helmeppo met the soft, familiar warmth of Coby’s gaze and blurted into the scant space between them. “I want to kiss you again.”
A little angsty at first, which makes the semi-public sex even better.
Helping Hands - leghair
What had started as a rare bartering chip back when they themselves were new recruits and every drill had left them quaking like newborn deer had shifted into a standard IOU or repaid-favour, and from there, eventually, had simply become… habit. After their midnight training sessions left them fatigued, they would crawl back to their barracks, where Helmeppo would scratch Coby’s back and Coby scratched his - quite literally. That’s just how they got through it. It had been a while, though, come to think of it. Their schedules had grown to be quite different since Coby’s promotion. He still got the occasional remedial massage from medical, but it just wasn’t quite the same as someone who knew his body as well as Meppo did.
Very good fic, but also I think of the tag 'formal apology to the one (1) cobymeppo shipper with an appetite for toes reading this with dismay' at least once a week.
Coby/Helmeppo Smut Oneshots - ShadowoftheLightingPack
If you don't read any of the others (though you should), at least read chapter 8. It's very good.
#helmeppo#coby#op koby#cobymeppo#kobymeppo#lmk if any of the links don't work#also some are locked so you might have to sign in to see them
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Now that we're entering into 2024, I'm asking some artists and writers that I follow:
1) What is the one piece you're most proud of from this past year?
2) What are some pieces that you would have liked more people to see? If you can include links, I'd love to go check them out!
3) What were your top three favorite pieces (art, comics, fics, etc) that someone else has made this past year?
(As always, no pressure to respond! Feel free to just ignore, or let me know if you'd rather I not send you these kinds of asks in the future.)
This is such a sweet and fun ask!! Thanks so much! I enjoyed seeing other authors answering this it’s so hype to get it myself.
1. This is hard to answer, because this year I tried to do something different with every fic I posted. When I got a concept I very pointedly didn’t shy away from it because it seemed difficult, or I thought I might be bad at it, so there’s something that makes me proud with each one. IF I HAD TO CHOOSE THOUGH I’m going to cheat and pick two.
What it Will Be I’m proud of this because it fell out of me SO EASY. I felt like the process of writing it was a testament to how hard I’ve been working at improving all year, and it came together very quickly and very well. I’m also proud because I incorporated @heckitall ‘s comic page to base it off of, and I’d never tried writing fic for a visual media like that. It was super fun!
On the OTHER end of the spectrum is Case of the Hidden City vs Lou Jitsu because it is VERY technically and narratively complicated and is by far the most ambitious thing I’ve ever written. It’s very hard, but I am VERY proud because I haven’t QUIT it. It’s not complete yet, but it is a good amount of the way there and I’m excited to finish it. Probably once I’ve recovered from surgery lol.
2. This sounds insincere maybe, but I really am happy with the engagement I get on my fic. I really do write my fic for me, and while I love to make sure as many people who want to read it can find it, at the end of the day I don’t like assigning people homework! I went through my whole works list and scratched my head and really tried to think of there was anything I wanted to plug, and I don’t think there is!
I guess I’ll post my lowest viewed, my Swanatello fic! @tangledinink ‘s AU I’m sure everyone’s familiar with lol. I knew that one would be lower when I posted it, if only because it has prior required reading (Swanatello). But I wrote it mainly because the AU was starting to reach a critical point and I REALLY wanted to write fanfiction of how I fantasized an ending might be, so I could go back and read it for comfort. I love Odette and the lore Kayson made for his AU, so I’ll plug this only because I think some people may have missed it!
3. Three works!! JUST THREE?? AUGH.
little kid with a big death wish
By @remedyturtles ! This made me leak tears the whole way through, so huge CW’s obviously. Not only was it one of the best fics I’ve ever read, but I got the privilege of seeing how talented Rem is behind the scenes a little and saw how they write and work and I really want to emulate them going forward. One of many all timer fics for me, for sure, I’d love to read any original fiction they put out.
The Whispering Forest and Other Tales
By @sroloc--elbisivni and @kithnkin ! I love love LOVE the feudal Japan fusion, the research, and the perfect blend of Usagi Yojimbo’s universe with what the Riseverse would have been like in this era. Even the little segues into what they’re wearing and eating is endlessly fascinating to me. Every single character is written to be the best and most interesting version of that character I could imagine. Theres Leosagi, there’s a PB&J murder mystery, there’s spookiness- AND Raphael Hamato gets wifed up!! WHAT MORE COULD YOU WANT? I love people that write a fully fleshed story that could be a standalone universe, without losing ANY of the flavor or humor or narrative of the original source material.
And last is I’m Sorry, Teenage Mutant What Now
@tangledinink has such a good grasp of family and writing, and realistic portrayals of what would HONESTLY HAPPEN if you discovered literally any aspect of the ROTTMNT narrative. Not even taking into ACCOUNT the turtle nonsense, how do you unpack a family that’s been devoted to destroying a magic monster and sacrificing themselves, or a Dad that fought in a death match battle royale for over a decade, or a RIVAL CLAN OF NINJA? All the characters are written SO WELL, and Kayson does a fantastic job of never letting the characters or story fall into cliche tropes. Their characters are always super detailed, to the point where I really feel it if they’re hungry or hurt or itchy. Which is a weird thing to point out but they make sure you really FEEL the situation. Also like, turtles in highschool? Body dysphoria? My CO-CEO of Hamato Yoshi???
What a great year!! I had so much fun in fandom this year and made a lot of friends.
#rottmnt#tmnt#ask#friendlyneighborhoodterrapin#there’s so many others i want to mention#fic#fic rec#my fic
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20 questions for fic writers
Thank you to for tagging me, @mamadoc. This means a lot to me.
1. How many works do you have on Ao3?
101! It feels like such a dream to be over 100 fics.
2. What's your total Ao3 word count?
1,434,829 total since mid 2022 and 387,124 just in 2024!
Word count means a lot to me.
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Written and posted for: Chenford (The Rookie) 80 fics, Stris (SWAT) 15 fics, Buddie (911) 3 fics, Nace (Nancy Drew) 2 fics, Dramione (Harry Potter) 1 fic and it was a birthday gift. I don’t even go there, and Two&Three (Dark Matteter) 1 fic.
I’ve written for other fandoms (that’s a longer list), but I haven’t posted those old little pieces of drabble, and I never intend to.
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
Sorry, friends, I don’t check kudos. I appreciate them, but I don’t look at hits, or kudos, or subscriptions, or bookmarks as units of measure. Ever. I can’t control how many and who likes my work, and so I don’t want to think about my work based on those numbers. I look at my word count, and that’s what I’m proud of. That tells me I’ve found a certain amount of time to do what I love, so I’ll go with Top 5 Fics by Word Count:
Limelight Love Story (Chenford)
Let’s Get Together (Chenford)
A Full Moon Curse (Chenford)
For Fake and For Real (Chenford)
King of My Heart (Chenford)
5. Do you respond to comments?
Absolutely! Anyone who takes the time to leave a (positive) comment is someone I really appreciate. It means SO much to me, since that’s the only way I gauge engagement (as I mentioned before, I do not check kudos, etc.). It does take me a while to reply to comments, which I do apologize about. When I have a few minutes, I can either reply to comments or keep writing, and I tend to pick to keep writing, hence the delay in replying, but I will. I promise.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Written and posted so far: All Dogs Go To Heaven. I will truly NEVER live that story down. Sorry!!!
Second place is: You’re Losing Me (Pt. II).
I love angst. So much. Angst at the beginning of a story, angst in the middle, angst at the end…all of it! I do *tend* to write happily ever afters that are hard won, but nothing hurts like a super sad ending that will make you enjoy a good cry. I’m damaged. Leave me alone.
Also, I have my own angst scale to assess the pain of my stories (attached to this post for reference and in my profile on AO3). My love of pain is very serious. I already mentioned I’m damaged. Leave me alone.
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Most of my multichapters have a sugary sweet happy ending including a fluffy epilogue, because after the rollercoaster of angst, I feel like the beloved ship I’m writing for deserves it (also anyone who reads my fics and rides the rollercoasters deserves some happiness…usually) I think I Pretend You’re Mine might be the happiest, or The Story Of Us, or Let’s Get Together? Someone else might be a better judge.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
ALL.THE.TIME! Since I started actively posting very regularly at the beginning of 2023 to now, I haven’t gone a month without receiving hate on a fic. It’s exhausting at times and, admittedly, has slowed my writing down a bit as of late.
Fun fact: I got some smut hate and quickly wrote and dedicated a smut fic to “my hater” called: A Great Way to Start the Day
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
I write mostly E and some gentler M smut. Nothing too kinky (posted thus far). It’s all been for Chenford as of now, and I have fun with it.
Smuttiest fic I’ve written: Lucy Chen and the Deadly Pixies
Second place: Out With A Bang
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
I’ve got half of an outline for a Caskett x Chenford crossover somewhere on my list. I hope I get to actually write it someday.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Who would steal MY insanity? No, I haven’t (to my knowledge).
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
I’ve been approached a few times. I would be open to someone translating one of my fics into another language. Feel free to reach out!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
It’s been a privilege to co-write Even If Saving You Sends Me To Heaven with heartofrookie and Somebody Save Me and Our Secretly Perfect Holidays with thatfandomwriter.
Always open to a collab!
14. What's your all time favorite ship?
I could NEVER pick, but Chenford has my heart right now by a LANDSLIDE.
15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
I really believe I will finish all of them. If I start posting, I will finish the story. I hope I have the inspiration and time to write everything I have an idea for.
16. What are your writing strengths?
Being passionate and outlining. I think the passion of a writer will ALWAYS come through in their work. It’s so clear when someone is having fun with their story, and I always ALWAYS do, or I won’t write the fic. Also, I really thoroughly outline my stories before I ever write a word. It’s really important to me to have everything planned out to execute a story that has all of the aspects, plot, arcs, and development I want to include. Also, angst just won’t hit the same unless it’s outlined and well thought out. Otherwise, it can feel unnecessary, but all my angst has a reason.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Pretty much everything especially fluff. I’ll never say I’m a great writer. I know that I’m not. I will say, I always enjoy myself and make myself happy with my work (or a friend on their birthday if I write them a birthday fic). That’s all that matters to me. I don’t need to be good or be a strong writer. I’m okay with being meh.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I’ve thrown in some Spanish for Chris in a Stris fic, but otherwise, haven’t done it yet. If someone else is comfortable speaking another language that a character speaks, I say go for it!
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Technically, I wrote a story when I was REALLY young about Zack and Cody’s parents getting a divorce. I wrote it on my phone, and never posted it, and have long since deleted it (I am so embarrassed that I am sharing this right now). First fandom I posted for was MacRiley (MacGyver). My friend and I were obsessed with the show, it got canceled before the ship went canon, and so I wrote what I would have written for the final season. I posted it on WattPad. It’s not very good, but I did it and posted it per a friend’s request. Don’t judge me.
20. Favorite fic you've written?
There are a few.
Favorite MCD: Back to December (Chenford) This is the only story of mine that I’ve reread for pleasure.
Favorite vulnerable Tim: I Just Want You To Know Who I Am (Chenford)
Favorite I’ve written when I was in a dark place but still made something I think is beautiful: You Can’t Spell “Time” Without “Tim” (Chenford)
Favorite because someone told me they refused to take their own life until the story ended and sought help before I finished posting, so it’s the reason they’re still alive: King of My Heart (Chenford)
Favorite guilty pleasure story I’m glad I wrote: Let’s Get Together (Chenford)
Favorite because it was my first real multichapter Chenford fic: For Fake and For Real (Chenford)
Favorite breakup fic with a happy ending: You’re Missing From Me (Chenford)
Favorite Stris fic I *will* finish eventually: STRIS Season 6+ (Stris)
Appreciate being tagged and asked to talk about my fics. It’s been a pleasure to answer these questions.
Alright, time to go back to writing.
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Hey! hmmm... I wanted to ask mercenaries who were challenged to go to an abandoned hospital/lab and meet a s/o which basically goes like this:
face: https://pin.it/1n1pknqbody:
body: https://pin.it/3pUeXO7 (or is it too thin)
arms: https://pin.it/7tJlQh9 or https://pin.it/6A8q2bEhas
ears: https://pin.it/2HfMAcYhas
Have 2 horns (1 broken) and multiple bruises all over his body and is very talland it's a love of a person who was scared of several traumas and several people who have been there before and called him a monster and ran away and he/she just went to warn that there are more people like her up there and that it was dangerous to go there :< if you want you don't need to do this and please rest before placing any order and try not to get overwhelmed please <:] (and sorry if I wrote something wrong or if it was hard to understand)
It all looks great! And thank you for your concern😊
Mercs finding s/o in an abandoned lab
Scout
He was already terrified but he was double dog dared to go in so he couldn't not
He also almost ran from you but he hit a wall and knocked himself out
When he came to he saw you and cautiously approached you
Scout feels terrible about his first reaction and apologizes profusely
He's your new hype man and he gets Medic to reattach your broken horn
Soldier
He almost hit you with his shovel when he first saw you
But then he calmed down and took in how you looked
He didn't see you as a monstor just someone who was told that but actually looks frickin cool
He insists that you come to the base and now you've got an American soldier at the ready to defend you from anyone
Demoman
At first he thought he was hallucinating
He immediately began praising the way you looked
He loves supernatural things and you are a dream come true to him
If you don't want to leave the lab Demo visits every day he can
Demo is determined to make you comfortable enough to leave and move on from the bad memories
Pyro
You look like a fantasy creature and they're in love
The first thing they do is pick up the broken piece of horn and try to help you reattach it
How could you so no to a starry eyed Pyro?
Pyro will bring so many books to show you and read to you
You're their new hero and the coolest person ever in their eyes
Heavy
When he jerked back after almost running into you he though he hurt you
You seem surprised he didn't run away screaming
Heavy immediately began checking you for wounds because he was worried someone hurt you
Heavy doesn't mind your strange appearance on the contrary he thinks you look interesting and wonderfully strange
Medic
Holy crap dreams are coming true
Medic immediately wants to observe you but keeps his distance based on the look on your face
Once you let him come near Medic is rambling about how amazing you look and talking about how cool you are
Medic helps reattach your horn and understands when you don't want to talk about the bad memories but he's already met you so he's satisfied knowing you exist
Sniper
He fell backwards in surprise when he saw you
When you didn't immediately try to kill him he calmed down slightly
He didn't want to get to close in case you changed your mind but he really wanted to observe you
Sniper won't say it often but he hates every person who called you a monster because you're the most wonderful person he's ever met
Spy
Definitely intrigued by you
You didn't notice him because he was cloaked
Spy was so focused on you he didn't see the can and tripped
Once he starts to have conversation with you he feels bad for stalking you
Spy is nervous to let you around anybody else but he's determined to get you out of that lab
Spy kept your broken horn in hopes of being able to reattach it for you
(AN: what would you guys think if I did a couple part fic with this prompt for one of the mercs? Maybe Scout??? Would you guys read that???)
#tf2 x reader#tf2 medic x reader#tf2 sniper x reader#tf2 scout x reader#tf2 heavy x reader#tf2 demoman x reader#tf2 soldier x reader#tf2 spy x reader#tf2 pyro x reader
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Random-Mailbox's Favorite Sailor Moon Fics - Week 20 - Coffeeshop AU
This week’s post is all about the Coffee Shop AU tropes and is for the very patient @moon-daisuki. Sorry for taking so long to fulfill your request 😘
As always, my apologies in advance for spoiling some of these for you (Fic Titles are linked to either FFN or AO3 entries).
If you gave me a chance I would take it (It's a shot in the dark but I'll make it) - @idesofnovember
Usagi stops by a coffee shop on her way to the Elections HQ to grab herself a chai-tea latte (my personal drink of choice when I am out too), starting to flirt with the dark-haired barista who keeps making her drinks over the course of the campaign.
Down the Rabbit Hole - @idesofnovember
We actually have a second Coffee Shop related story from @idesofnovember. In this one, Usagi takes a job as the white rabbit in an “Alice in Wonderland” themed café, something she tries to keep quiet. Naturally, Mamoru decides to come and study there instead of the arcade - because why wouldn’t you bug someone you know, who also has to wear a silly costume for work.
Checkmate - @queenrisa14
Usagi moves a chess piece on a board at her usual coffee shop and someone else does a move on it overnight to start a game. This multichapter follows the search for the other player, as notes come into play and memories get unlocked.
Care for a Sandwich? - @cassraven
Super cute one-shot about Motoki convincing Mamoru to try out a sandwich place that is being run by his new girlfriend Makoto, with one very bright and upbeat waitress helping them.
In Your Orbit - UsaMamo Shorts - Chapter 3: Latte Art - @daikon1
In this one-shot Usagi and Mamoru have an in-depth discussion regarding the value of Tuxedo Mask to the Senshi over latte art that Mako made special for Usagi.
The Blonde Barista Series - Girl_in_Japan
This series of interconnected parts of a story where Mamoru accidentally gets Usagi’s phone number she wrote down for Motoki on a coffee cup (with a bunny drawing that Mamoru assumed was a cat!), gets yelled at by her for being insufferable and then eventually reaches a truce.
The Barista - @sinjazz
Mako keeps coming back to the same coffee shop because she is absolutely taken with the barista, to the point where she can’t seem to form any sentences. So instead, every time she comes in, he tries to guess her name. Until one day, Senshi assistance is needed to ward off a daimon bent on destroying her favorite drink establishment.
Opening This Fall - @irritablevowel
This little story is about Mako opening her own bakery (with terrible coffee) and meeting Nephrite (Taro in this story) who rents the warehouse next door to start a coffee roasting business.
Pink Moon Tiara-Flavored Kisses - Sweetsugariness
In this one-shot, Usagi takes Mamoru to a Senshi themed café to unwind on a date during the Death Busters arc.
From across the street - Cluckster
A little short of Kunzite trying to face his past and forgive himself
That's it for this week! Next Monday we will cover the "Huddle for Warmth" trope that I am using as a bit of a general direction for anything cold and snowy.
Here are the links to the previous Tumblr posts in these series to explore more amazing works based on different themes - make sure to check them out if you haven't had a chance! (Click on title name to go to the post) - I will keep updating the list every week as new posts come up:
Week 1 - Groundhog Day
Week 2 - Established Relationships
Week 3 - Sex Positivity
Week 4 - Unfinished Stories
Week 5 - Darker Stories
Week 6 - Potions 🧪
Week 7 - Reveals
Week 8 - 👻Halloween🎃
Week 9 - Wrong Perceptions
Week 10 - Non-Senshi AU
Week 11 - In-Progress Fics
Week 12 - Mutual Pining
Week 13 - Enemies to Lovers
Week 14 - Slow Burn
Week 15 - Christmas Part 1 - Ugly Christmas Sweaters and Santa!
Week 16 - Christmas Part 2
Week 17 - New Years
Week 18 - High School AU
Week 19 - Slice of Life
#sailor moon#fic rec#fic list#usagi x mamoru#makoto x nephrite#minako x kunzite#makoto x oc#coffeshop au
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20 questions game
Thank you @luthordamnvers for the tag!
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
Individual stories: 10 (some are series and 1 translation)
2. What’s your total AO3 words count?
Individual stories: 337,399
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Supergirl- Primarily, Arrowverse with the main focus on Supercorp, but other ships as well
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
PRIDE and Prejudice (Super gay retelling of the classic), Tell Me It’s Not Too Late (Post-S4 finale), I Believe in a Thing Called Love (Entire Season 6 episodic rewrite), Wouldn’t It Be Nice (50 First Dates Movie AU/Continuation), What Has Been Lost (Human/Original AU Series).
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Usually. I appreciate getting the comments, so I try to repay that effort.
6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
When She’s Gone, the Darkness Comes
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
PRIDE and Prejudice… though it could be said Lena and Kara both get very happy endings in Speak Now (18+ Explicit Sexual Content)
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Not really “hate”
9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?
See Question 7 lol… I do have smaller sex scenes in other fics, but nothing that compares in scope
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
My Human/Original AU Series is an amalgamation of original story work with various locations, character names, character descriptions, and/ or conversations, pulled, used, and/ or referenced from throughout all of the CW Arrowverse and DC Comics Universe, though primarily Supergirl. It’s not really crazy, but it is intricately woven throughout the storyline.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I know of.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yes, my I Believe in a Thing Called Love into Spanish.
13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?
Not yet, but I’m not opposed.
14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?
Supercorp... There are others (Avatrice, Caitvi, lots of wlw really), but nothing compares to the hold they still have on me.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
I plan on finishing all of my actual WIPs that have writing associated with them. There are a couple of WIP ideas I have that I’m not sure I’ll ever get to… A Christmas fic, one loosely based on the movie D.A.R.Y.L., a couple with other main relationships
16. What are your writing strengths?
No idea… Someone once told me they love the way I sometimes write a singular scene from different POVs, telling the story in pieces to eventually for the whole… Not sure that’s a strength. I guess plotting out the story details then?
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Lol stealing @luthordamnvers‘s answer: Actually writing.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
English is the only language I really know, so in the past when I’ve needed to write in a different language (I’ve done Spanish and Icelandic), I used Google translator- which I now know is kind of bad at what it’s supposed to do. I need to ask a native speaker to check on the Spanish I’ve done, but I don’t know any Icelanders. For Kryptonian, I use the Doyle dictionary but I don’t know if I do the grammar/ syntax right or not.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Supergirl/ Supercorp.
20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?
Oh, this one’s hard… Um, I like a couple of my fics for very different reasons, but I guess the Human/Original AU Series is the one that’s taken the most effort and I’m most proud of… It also started as my first, so you can see how I’ve grown as a writer as it continues which is fun/interesting/embarrassing for me lol
Tags, but no pressure: @casualsavant @itsalliebitheway @fyonahmacnally @natalievoncatte @villainousunsub @vox-ex
#supercorp#supercorp fanfic#supercorp fic#supercorp endgame#supergirl fanfiction#fanfiction#writers on tumblr#ao3 writer#sapphic fiction#sapphic representation
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1+1=2
—Steve Randle x Sodapop Curtis
—Summary: Steve tries to help Soda with his math homework, but they get a bit off track.
—Warnings: two dudes being super bi, Steve and Soda getting hot and bothered over each other, both of them being super lovey dovey, almost a full-blown makeout session.
—A/N: based off the hc from @wildestdreamcatcher that Steve helped Soda with math when he was still in school; also I’m so sorry this was absolute shit I’m horrible at writing fics </3
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“Buddy, c’mon; this assignment is due tomorrow. Ya can’t keep turning this stuff in late or else you’re gonna have to repeat the semester!” Steve was laying on Soda’s bedroom floor, pencil, calculator, and textbook in front of him. Soda, on the other hand, was attempting to make origami from a piece of notebook paper.
“Wait! I think I almost got it!” Soda exclaims in excitement, carefully finishing folding a messy-looking paper crane.
Steve chuckles, amused by how adorable his best friend was when he got excited about something. Soda placed the crane next to himself and gently patted its head.
“Okay, so do ya know what “y” equals here?” Steve asks, pointing to an algebra problem on the page.
“I dunno… 46?”
“Soda, ya ain’t even lookin’ at it.”
True, Soda was not looking at the page. He was instead distracted by Steve’s muscles flexing as he wrote out the problem in Soda’s notebook.
“Whatcha even lookin’ at?”
Soda blushed, not wanting to admit that he was checking his best friend out.
“Soda, you looking at my arms?” Steve finally asks. Soda nods and smirks at him. That smirk of his drove Steve wild. It made him melt.
“I can’t focus with someone so handsome sittin’ next to me,” Soda pushes a curl out of Steve’s face, the comment and gesture causing Steve to bite his lip.
“Well… Maybe we can take a break for a few minutes. I got nowhere to be tonight,” Steve finally gives in.
Soon enough Steve is sitting against Soda’s bed holding Soda in his lap, as they enjoy each other’s presence and kiss passionately. Soda’s hands are massaging Steve’s muscles. They both lose track of time, not even caring about the consequences. Not even the hickies they were going to have to hide with their shirt collars the next day at school.
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MOVEOUT.
So this is something I've been thinking about for a while, and I'm planning to move to ao3 for getting my works out since I've been shadowbanned by tumblr, however that's not the only reason.
Just my opinion on my blog and if you don't wanna read it, just scroll away.
I’ve come to realize that tumblr is not a space for my writings. I say this even if I’m glad to know that I have over 1k followers here, but at the same time what is the point of it?
Over a period of time I also figured that the pace of consuming content here is not a normal one. Some of you do appreciate what I write and I’m thankful for that, but at the same time majority of the people out there demand for a part 2 to things when they haven’t bothered to interact with my content. I also don’t want to be responsible for checking my followers or to see that minors are interacting with my content despite my rules saying so when I'm here to write my content and leave it there.
Tumblr is more of an interactive platform among authors and readers alike and as you have noticed - I’m not a very interactive one. The only relationship I do care about here is the one between me and my readers since that is the sole reason I was here in the first place;
Now talking about the author/ writer community here - it’s not a very healthy one either since there tends to be discourse, offensive bantering and sometimes even friendships falling apart when you don’t see eye to eye. Not to mention (and I'm not pointing fingers at one particular person but just people in general) behaviors get rubbed off really easily. And the last thing I need to see on my dash - normally or otherwise is that blank blogs are not allowed to follow them or pressure for readers to contribute to a fandom by reblogging their works. And I strongly believe that readers should do as they wish (as long as its not harming anyone) rather than being pressured to form an opinion based off someone else's. Not to mention, big time authors are entering small fandoms despite gaining huge followings in other fandoms which leaves very little chances for small time authors which makes it difficult for them to get their work out - not speaking out of my insecurity or anything but it’s a very unfair system.
My move to ao3 also has to do with the fact that you can write comments or give kudos if you want, but you don't have to reblog to show your support to me. Just kudos and comments are enough. Another reason why my work isn't suited for tumblr is to do with the fact that the place has become too predictable with a lot of smut just for the sake of getting likes or follows and for the sake of algorithm as well. It's been two years since i've read any decent fics now and I don't even search the tags anymore. Erotica is a piece of writing but honestly, writing has been lost here as there is more emphasis on the prior compared to the plot and the plot is something my focus is on in a story.
Ever since I started writing for blue lock, there have been reports of my works being flagged down and due to that my interactions and the pace of my uploads have died down. With that being said, my space (and tumblr) has turned toxic, with people wanting to leave rude comments, accuse me that I’m plagiarizing author’s works and arguing about it in my askbox - without even spending a moment to think that we write for the same genre and we’re allowed to have coinciding themes as well as dialogues. When it comes down to me checking the tags to see if my work has showed up, I see a lot of authors paraphrasing my work and sometimes writing lines similar to what I wrote in my fics. Where’s the protection for my dignity or pointing out to them that they’ve taken my work?
Nothing. Just silence.
That’s not the only thing I’m upset about. It’s also to do with the lack of sensitivity some people have here. I take time out of my day to write these fics. I spend energy on what I write going through every line and making sure that I have it right and what do you do? Take 2 minutes out of your day to report my work - something that I spend hours on despite having a busy work life. Do you not think how much it can hurt a person to see their hard work go to waste like that? It’s just proving that some of your immaturity is very underserving for my writing despite me writing my pieces for you since its a self insert. And I don’t want to interact or know people like that cause it disgusts me. Not to mention, its an act of cowardice since you're hiding on the other side of the screen while I'm out here making my content and enjoying my interactions.
To people who report my writing and send me hateful asks :
For the record, you didn't make me quit writing.
You just showed me how fucking sorry and pitiful you are, the fact that you would be a miserable wretch to live with and that no one likes you; it makes me wonder how pathetic you are in real life if this is how you are online.
Now with my move to ao3, I can create my own content without having to worry about what I write or if I'm copying someone else's writings cause I'll be sticking to my dash and my works. And here I can upload anytime and take the pace that I like rather being rushed into it.
So question is... what am i going to do with this blog?
Stay active.
People are interested in my works - so i'm gonna make announcements and release early spoilers for my writings on ao3 here as well as interact better with my readers who want to stay on anon or off it along with opinions and feedback based on my work.
Other than that, i also want to continue hosting character interviews/ asks and matchups with every milestone i hit!
This ends with my official moveout to ao3.
And I hope you enjoy my writings there !!
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tag game!
rules: recommend 5 or more of your own works that you would rec to someone asking what they should read first & explain a little bit about the work. these can be the most popular, the ones you think are underrated, or your own favorites! then tag five other writers!
note that all of my selections are based on pure vibes only, thank you. also almost all of them are under 1k words bc i can't write plot for the life of me goodbye and also thank you @sungbeam @i-luvsang @yyxgin and @neo-shitty for tagging me! i will deffo check out your own recs soon hehe. tagging @shoyotime @decembermoonskz @goldenhypen @lebrookestore @armysantiny
i like me better (jaehyun) : it's just the way i always seem to come back to his lauv cover and the way it gets me in the mood every time </3 i wrote this while having that video on loop in the background and voila, a serene and kinda cute semi-strangers to possibly lovers where jaehyun visits a foreign country and doesn't want to leave.
le mur des je t'aime (jungwon) : oh god this is one of my absolute favourites, because as short as it may be, i had all of the feels writing this for him. it's one of those fics i wrote where i genuinely questioned if i would ever get to experience the purest form of love.
the way home (yeonjun) : again, vibes in the forefront. i was feeling homesick even though i was literally in my own bed and felt like i was missing someone i don't even really know and so what better way to share it than with a quick drabble? they're strangers, essentially, but you're the closest thing to ever make him feel at home.
rain again (gaon) : no real plot, just a little thing i wrote when i felt numb to my very core. i cherish this one to the moon and back and it may not be my greatest, but it's my dearest. it deals with concepts of derealization and the feeling where you don't feel like living in your own body, your own life anymore and feeling so lost, but not having any desire to find your way back.
musings of a broken, undying heart (heeseung) : i adore all of my heeseung centred pieces to death and beyond. i struggled to choose one, but ended up settling with this bc i want more people to see it (and hoping people will read the rest of my hee fics haha). it dabbles around the idea of an immortal being loved (and loving) a mortal. one is cursed to stay for eternity and the other destined to return to the earth.
last goodbye (heeseung) : it's a short story of how everything you two were came to an end. it's one of my first ever works to upload here i think and i still remember the speed at which i typed the words and pressed that post button haha. i remember being super proud of the first three paragraphs and looking back at it, i still am.
under the candle light (heeseung) : this one is one of ABSOLUTE favourites, because it takes elements from leehi's song 'only' and combines it with this one section of je te lesserai de mot and i adore the atmosphere i had envisioned in my mind. my love for it runs so deep that i even wrote and actual song about it and maybe some time in the future i can share a snippet of it. it deals with the aftermath of a deep loss.
scars to your beautiful (heeseung) : i am convinced that he is my greatest muse, because all of my favourite works are about him. anyways, this is more reader-centric and deals with the struggles that come with accepting oneself and coming to terms with one's past actions and it's my most personal fic ever along with rain again (gaon).
for the tired (sunghoon) : is for my fellows who are going through a burnout or a slump and need someone to help you pick your pieces back up. i almost cried, because no one ever showed up for me the way he does here.
pretty little flowers (sunghoon) : is for my fellows who wanna read a hanahaki au, but only the part where the character is going through intense emotional anguish. also this happens to be one of my favourites. like, ever.
red lights (sunghoon) : is for my fellows who crave sadness and sorrow and anger and feeling lost. i am so sorry to have done this to him, but i am proud of how this one had turned out. it was actually from a longer fic, but it's been sitting in my drafts for two years now and i was never gonna complete it, so i just took out some of the last bits oof
#i. ( pt ) —! tagged.#okay im not gonna ramble anymore bc i actually want y'all to look at them cbvcbcv
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Hii idk if it's late but I wanna talk about your Gyutaro blood-song scenario, (sorry about my grammar or any errors tho I'm not native speaker 😭) and I think it's well written and accurate, I also re-read kny fanbook for Gyu and Daki part, it's make me like your work even more, like Gyu finding me obsessed with him is pathetic? YES HE DOES in fanbook he find Daki love, clingy to him and being crybaby when he's not around is cute (he also like to spoiled her btw) after he becomes demon his mind might change a little bit, meaner, sadistic n jealousy he don't really believe someone could love him (daki is his family so it's reasonable) so he can't fully trust reader, think they might teasing him or if they really mean it he's still enjoy seeing them being pathetic, craving for his attention, and I live for meanie Gyutaro🤧 (why it's turn out to be this long, the point is I wanna tell you that your scenario is a MASTERPIECE and underrated, if you have time or motivation I really hope you to write more about him thank you so much for your work!!💘)
first of all: i am not a native english speaker either so we go down together <3
Second: thanks noni this is a really nice message <3
That fanfic was the result of a little challenge between me and my good friend @peachesandmilktea to see if we could write a Gyutaro piece in x amount of time (you should check hers too! is really good!) As we wrote, she told me that one of the things she did to characterize better was to base character interactions with reader on canon interactions with other characters. (which i think it's a really good advice)
So, i figured Gyutaro does 2 things in canon: he project his inferiority complex on Tanjiro calling him out on his failing to protect Nezuko because he feels he couldn't protect Ume; and also enjoys the banter because he is miserable himself so he takes the guilt on others.
Blood-song is basically just Gyutaro being mean because he is the pathetic one. He's the one who cannot stop stalking his darling, he's the one who feels alone and is jealous and despite all his power, he cannot kill her neither keep her safe. He punish her because he cannot escape whatever he feels. Or at least that was the idea!
Anyway! thanks for your kind words noni! i'm glad you liked the fic considering english is not my language either, we do what we can really! and you are right! i do hope to get more inspo to write more about him! since i have a particular liking for cryptid men and feral boys!
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new fic (posted on Ao3)
hey, Lokius fans!
my beloved beta, indigo_symphonies on Ao3, is writing a Lokius fix-it fic at the moment (in light of end-of-season-2 angst) and I cannot recommend it enough
in part because she is a dear friend and a talented writer, but also in part because I beta for the fic and recently wrote a very short piece inspired by her work (likely with more to come)
I would post it here, but considering the fact that it's based on a fic that only exists on Ao3, I don't think that would make much sense- so mini announcement post it is
TL;DR, I wrote a drabble based on a Lokius fic you should read
check out her fic, Even Someone Good (Just Like You Wanted), here, and my addition/personal two-cents, Not Here (There is no Life for us Here, is There?) here :)
#write-and-wander#lokius#fanfiction recommendation#fic rec#fic recs#indigo_symphonies#lokius fic#w&w cleo#w&w fic recs
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❝ final girl. ❞
── sk!anakin skywalker x reader
MINORS DNI 18+
WORD COUNT: 8.4k
SUMMARY: the neighborhood serial killer has a soft spot for you. you didn’t realize how really close you were to him. after your best friend confesses his feelings for you, he confesses something else as well. something far more sinister.
NOTES: this piece features dark themes in honor of halloween. anakin based on sam monroe from life as a house. both in appearance and personality. (as giffed above). so it’s like a modern, college, no jedi au hehe | my kinktober fic for the month bcos i couldn’t participate in the full month 💀 | i made a playlist & listened to it religiously while i wrote this piece :) i also imagine it’s the halloween party’s playlist.
WARNINGS: dead dove do not eat | explicit sex | dark themes | serial killer things | f!reader | dom!anakin | breath play (choking + suffocation) | features murder by blunt force trauma so blood (reader is unscathed btw) | touching blood + blood consumption | size difference, impact play: slapping (f + m receiving), tit slapping | unprotected sex | exhibitionism | dirty talk/degradation | no specific ask for consent + slight coercion | features drinking & smoking weed/nic.
“Can you imagine it? I just feel like our town isn’t the type to have a serial killer.”
“Oh, shut up, Jeremy, it’s not that big of a deal,” you replied. “It’s probably just some crime of passion blown out of proportion.” The plastic of your chip bag crackled when your fingers dug in for more.
Jeremy nudged you, his strong arm jostling you in a way you would’ve disliked if it wasn’t coming from him. “Aw, you’re just saying that ‘cause you have that nasty serial killer obsession,” he teased, grinning down at you from his seat above you on the concrete steps.
“It’s not like that! I just study the thought process because of purely scientific fascination.” You did not appreciate the way you could see Jeremy’s dimples when he smiled at you like that, unable to meet his gaze for longer than a couple seconds. “I major in psychology for a reason,” you muttered sheepishly, aware of how flushed you were getting.
ANAKIN SKYWALKER, who’d remained quiet as he listened in, nursed his cigarette. When he spoke, the smoke blew from his lips, “Yeah, (y/n), I’d say you’ve got a pretty nasty affliction. You don’t remember when we watched Scream and you told me you thought Ghostface was hot?” That brooding look shifted in judgement, arching his brow at you.
“Don’t say that!” you leaned over to push him, making him snicker at you. It was too early to reveal that to someone like Jeremy.
As you expected, Jeremy reacted with an exclamation, eyeing you accusingly, “Oh, you do, do you?”
“Don’t you have class to get to, man? Head out,” you shoved your thumb over your shoulder, and he stood from the steps. You couldn’t help but notice how cute he looked in his jacket. He was a pretty big guy, broad and muscled. It was easy to deduce he played some football in high school. Tilting your head at him as he adjusted his clothes, both Jeremy and Anakin saw the way you were checking him out.
Jeremy moistened his lips. “I’ll see you later then?”
Before you could respond, Anakin chimed in, “Yeah, man, don’t forget. My place, eleven.” With Anakin’s good natured pat on Jeremy’s backpack, he got him to move on, hopping down the steps.
“Yeah, see you guys.”
While Jeremy traveled further out, yet another one of your opportunities to say goodbye was squandered when Anakin added another thing, “Don’t forget to dress up~!” he called in a cant, and you recognized it as his way of making fun of you.
“Ani,” you scolded through a clenched jaw, “can you stop?”
Anakin merely frowned, screwing the end of his cig into the concrete, staining it with ash to put it out. “Why do we hang out with that guy?” He repositioned himself, leaning back onto the concrete with his arms up, and legs spread.
“I think he’s cute, and I like him. I’m hanging out with him, nobody said you have to.”
Anakin pouted his lips, shrugging minutely, “These are my steps.”
“You can’t monopolize concrete stairs.”
“I can if I piss on them. Doubt you’d come near them then—”
“Anakin!” your scold dissolved into laughter.
You’d known Anakin for years. You were in college together now, but you met when you were children. Living next door most of your life, you spent a lot of time with the kid whose parents were never home. It became an effortless habit to invite him over, where the two of you would spend time together silently, whether it was to work on homework alongside one another or while he messed with his guitar, you listening to music in your earbuds, or movie nights. Your parents took pity on him, and you’d learned firsthand that Anakin wasn’t easy to love or get along with for the most part. However, they tried, and in no time he’d warmed up to them with enough family dinners.
He’d been your closest friend, and he was fiercely loyal. The memories of how reckless he’d been on your behalf were some of your least favorite: the bloody noses he’s gotten, the broken arm—one time he split your skateboard over someone’s back when they’d pushed you down as young teens. As you grew up alongside one another, you had a front row seat to watch how he altered himself. He dyed his hair, got all those piercings, and wore eyeliner for no other reason than dramatism.
Frightfully intense was another descriptor you’d use. Anakin felt your eyes on him as he drove you home from campus. “Sure are staring a lot for someone who can’t fight,” he muttered, and your lips curled in amusement at how he read your mind.
“You’re one to talk,” you replied, inclining in his direction to run your fingers through his hair. “You gonna keep the black and blue?”
Your nails sent chills down his spine, and he batted your hand away, “Quit touchin’ me. I’ll shave it off if you don’t stop grabbing at it like that.”
“I bet you’d still look good,” you said without thinking, turning your attention to your phone in your hand. Anakin lingered on that compliment, and pulled into his driveway.
“Alright, get out,” he ordered, gathering his stuff. The doors of this old, beat-up truck creaked as the two of you exited.
“You’re not gonna walk me to my door?” you teased, clutching your books to your chest. Rounding the car, he squinted at you.
“Don’t be a ninny.”
“You’re bossy today. What’s gotten your panties in a twist?”
Anakin’s large hands found your waist, pushing you in the direction of your house next door. You swallowed, but your mouth was dry, wide eyes staring at him. He didn’t seem to notice.
“Get your little ass inside, (y/n).”
“You stressed ‘cause of the party? Didn’t finish your engineering homework? I can help you, you know!”
“(y/n),” he said warningly, impatience setting in because of your idling. His expression was endearing to you, and you chuckled.
“Okay, okay.”
Since Anakin’s parents were never home, he had free range of the house, and in honor of Halloween, he wanted to trash the place with a party. Neither of you knew a lot of people, but once word got out of a Halloween party, it snowballed. As soon as you’d finished getting ready, you admired yourself in the mirror. You’d thrown together the costume out of anything you found in your closet, the subtle makeup holding the character together. Twirling, the white dress bore an uncanny resemblance to that one famous picture, not to mention flattered your figure.
“(y/n)!” your friend called you over from the porch, and your heels clicked against the pavement.
“Hey! So glad you could make it!”
“Of course! Anything for Anakin,” she responded so carelessly, your countenance flashed a furrowed brow. It dissolved into a smile, shaking your head at your reaction.
“Yeah… Yeah! Right?” You were surprised at how such a subtle comment caught you off guard, and your friend said nothing else as you entered. What could she want with your Anakin?
Compared to the cold weather outside, the inside was boiling. Bodies were pressed together, dancing to the pounding music. The bass shook the house, strobing lights confusing you. You identified that Anakin’s huge speakers from his studio had been moved from his room down to the living room, and it impressed you that he’d done it himself. It wasn’t like Anakin to accept help.
There was beer pong and a circle smoking a joint in the kitchen alongside a punch bowl that was mostly straight up vodka at this point. Since the girl on the porch, you didn’t see anybody you recognized. When two fingers poked into your sides, you jumped, startled. You whirled around, “Ani, I was looking for you—” you began to say, but cut yourself off at the sight.
A tall figure, dressed in black and a chest holster, long sleeves rolled up to the elbows, gloves, shirt tucked into pants… with a Ghostface mask. A fake knife twirling in his hand. Speechless, you stared, “Is that…?” you were about to ask Anakin if this was really his costume, when he reached up to take the mask off. Jeremy’s face met your gaze.
“It’s me!” He grinned at you, “What do you think?” Clearly, he wanted you to know he wore it for you, especially because of what Anakin had mentioned.
A disappointment hung in your chest at the fact he wasn’t Anakin. You mustered a weak smile. “Wow! You look great,” you responded, trying not to be rude. He did look hot, the outfit fit him great, the mask is a kink of yours, but something felt off. It was missing something. He sheathed the fake knife and took your hand in his free one.
“You too~” he purred, guiding you to twirl for him when he held your arm over your head. You did so, relaxing into it. “Marilyn Monroe?”
“Yes! Great guess.”
He inclined in your direction, “It’s the eye makeup that gave it away.”
“Thank you! I tried so hard.” Instinctively, you backed up a step.
It was hard to speak over the din of the room, but you two managed since he insisted on standing close to you.
That lingering unease was impossible to shake, and you questioned if you should be feeling this way about the guy you liked. Here he was, dressed better than you expected he could be, in this character no less, but Anakin occupied your thoughts. Part of you wanted Jeremy to put the mask back on.
“Have you seen Anakin? I can’t find him,”
Jeremy let you speak in his ear, and pulled back to shake his head. “No, I haven’t. Let’s look over here,” his hand stayed in yours, leading you through the crowd.
“Hold on, Jeremy, this is hard!” you referred to attempting to cut through the crowds. He merely shrugged at you.
“Dance through it!”
You had to admit, it was a smooth trick, because instead of looking for Anakin, you were now dancing with Jeremy.
It was packed tightly, and it was the perfect excuse for Jeremy to move in. Since it was fun, you allowed it. Within arm’s reach of each other, it quickly turned to pressing up against one another. The music took over, blaring, bleeding into your thoughts as you let it move your body for you, swaying with the beat. Effortlessly, Jeremy had your back to his chest, bunching up your skirt in his hands, guiding your hips to move against him. The act had butterflies erupting in your stomach, how he danced so fluidly betrayed the control he held over it, and it had your mind drifting to how else he could put it to use for you.
Much to your dismay, he’d discarded the Ghostface mask, but it’s not like you saw his face while you were grinding on him.
Anakin, who had been so wrapped up in getting his house ready for the onslaught of guests, didn’t have a costume, and didn’t care to buy one. It was one less thing on his to-do list. Jogging down his stairs with his guitar in hand, a stranger offered him a hit of a joint which he took, nodding to them in gratitude before continuing his search for you. You’d texted him you were here a while ago but he was occupied, knowing you’d busy yourself. He laid his guitar down onto the counter by the side door.
The people he’d asked hadn’t seen you or didn’t know who you were. Anakin wasn’t worried, but lit a cigarette anyway. It balanced in between his lips, and a random girl from the smoke circle offered a light, holding it up to him. He flashed her a quizzical look, but leaned in anyway, puffing to ignite the end, and pinching it in his fingers. On the table near her was a discarded Ghostface mask.
His chain rattled against his leg, striding through the crowds, gradually tightening together as he traveled further in. He looked over the bouncing heads, the music surging.
Jeremy was the first face he recognized, and then you, pressed up against him. His eyebrows pinched together, eyeing the two of you, noting how naturally you molded together. Anakin’s jaw clenched.
The instant Jeremy’s lips latched onto your neck, and you tilted your head to grant him the access, Anakin shot his hand up in the air. It was just his luck that Jeremy saw him before you did.
So Jeremy acknowledged him, having not realized what he’d just been caught doing, he muttered to you that he’ll be right back. He managed to squeeze through, leaving you to dance alone as he approached Anakin, who towered over everyone.
“Hey, what’s up, man? Lookin’ for (y/n)?” It was an expected question, considering Anakin and Jeremy never interacted outside of you.
Anakin pulled the cig from his mouth. “No, actually,” he replied over the music, slinging an arm around Jeremy’s shoulders to pull him further away from you. “Was looking for you. You’re strong, right?”
“I mean,” Jeremy gave himself a once over, “yeah. What do you need?”
“C’mere, man, someone passed out in the bushes, need you to help me carry him inside so I can sober him up.” As Anakin explained, he led Jeremy to the side door. To fill in the silences as they made their way through the sea of people, his curiosity got the better of him, “What’re you supposed to be, anyway?”
“Oh, uh, Ghostface. Can’t tell without the mask,” Jeremy answered with a chuckle in spite of himself, scratching the back of his head. “Total coincidence you mentioned him earlier.”
Yeah, total coincidence, Anakin thought, taking a drag from his cigarette as the wheels in his head turned. His lips held the cigarette as he grabbed hold of the Ghostface mask from the table as they passed by, stuffing it into his back pocket.
Awkward, Jeremy added, “‘Course, we just have to be quick ‘cause I wanna get back to—”
“To grinding on my friend?” Anakin finished for him, staring at him with raised brows while Jeremy sheepishly could not meet his intense gaze. “Don’t worry, we’ll get you back to the dance floor in no time,” He patted Jeremy’s chest once and detached from him. Eager to get this over with, Jeremy strode in front, heading out the side door.
Anakin lingered, puffing his cig to hear the crackle of paper. He held it in between his lips, and he flexed his hand to pop the joints. Deft fingers enclosed around the neck of his guitar he’d left on the counter, and followed Jeremy out.
“Hey, man, I think the guy left on his own,” Jeremy began to say, turning to face Anakin who had raised his electric guitar, and swung.
The body of the instrument shattered against Jeremy’s cheek, the sickening crack of bones sounding as the body slammed against the outside wall of the house, sliding down to streak the wood in red. Anakin, splattered with blood, tossed what was left of his guitar, held together by the wire strings, into the bushes.
No one was sober, and it was a Halloween party. Blood on the wall was not an uncommon decoration, nor was a seemingly dead body crumpled on the ground. Anakin knelt down, replacing the Ghostface mask back over Jeremy’s smashed-in head, the cowl concealing the deed.
Anakin blew smoke from his pursed lips, and put the cigarette out onto the mask’s forehead. He rejoined the party.
You’d gotten tired of waiting easily, and you escaped the dancing bodies. Not being much of a drinker didn’t stop you from making yourself a drink. Since the punch bowl was vodka, you rifled through Anakin’s fridge to grab cranberry juice, pouring it into your red solo cup to make the horrid taste of alcohol go down. Having been left alone, your nerves were getting to you, and you enlisted the help of liquid courage in order to face Jeremy again. Nothing was wrong, but since you were getting closer to him, that pit in your stomach grew at the thought of him asking to take you home. It wouldn’t be a stretch since the two of you danced so closely together, and it would’ve been in character from your experience with men. It wasn’t like you hadn't considered going home with Jeremy, you liked him, but you hoped he wouldn’t ask—you needed more time to get to know him.
Your brain had run away with you, guzzling down the drink to calm yourself. When a hand is wrapped around your waist to get your attention. Startled for a second time tonight, you assumed it was your dance partner, “Jeremy—!” Your hand braced yourself on his chest and came eye to chest with Anakin.
“John F. Kennedy,” he corrected like it was obvious. “I just had to keep my head on.”
Relieved to see your friend, you instantly relaxed, your expression softening to break into a grin. “So you just…” you gestured to him, his normal clothes splattered with red, “covered yourself in fake blood, Mr. President?”
Anakin shrugged, dragging you from the kitchen by your waist. “I wanted to match with you, Marilyn.”
“How so?”
“They boned.”
“John and Marilyn did not have an affair!” you replied incredulously, allowing him to lead you, not registering it when his large fingers splayed around the rim of the solo cup, plucking it from your hands to set it on the table that you passed by.
“Oh, c’mon,” he goaded, shaking his head with a frown. Heightening his voice to pitch light and airy, he sang the famous song, “Happy birthday~ Mr. President~” It made you giggle and hit his chest.
“Shut up!”
Anakin continued his trek, and you were grateful he kept his arm around you as the front door came into view. “Come on, I wanna go to your house for a second. It’s too much in here.”
“I shouldn’t leave,” you looked over his shoulder, finally remembering Jeremy who’d said he’d be back. An additional wave of anxiety washed over you, and you decided a break would be best. “Yeah, okay.”
Your hesitance followed by compliance was noted by your best friend, and when the two of you reached the porch, you were somewhat disappointed to not see your friend from earlier. An intrusive thought popped into your head that you wished she could’ve seen you and Anakin leaving together. The music leaked from his house, some remix of Katy Perry’s E.T.
“Did you make a playlist for this?”
“Yeah.”
“I showed you this song.”
“You want me to interrupt the music to tell everybody which songs you showed me?”
“It’d be nice to be credited.”
He scoffed. “It’s freezing out here, let’s just get inside.”
The alcohol kept you warm, however you hadn’t had enough to be too buzzed. “Is there a reason you’re avoiding your own Halloween party?”
Anakin had settled into your bed, tossing a ball up to catch it repeatedly. “It was too loud.”
You took this opportunity to fix your makeup in the mirror. “Where were you? When I got there I couldn’t find you.”
“Seemed like you found a way to occupy yourself.”
At the mention, you realized Jeremy must be looking for you. You’d only been here for a few minutes, but it was rude to keep him waiting. “Hey, we should get back soon.” Anakin’s expression shifted to something indecipherable, flashing furrowed brows when he cleared his throat. The makeup brush in your hand made a sound when you dropped your arm, frustrated with him. “Look, you don’t have to like him, I like him, and—”
“Where are your parents at?” Anakin interrupted you, and you lost your train of thought.
“Oh, they’re out tonight. Business trip somewhere on the east coast and gone for the weekend. I didn’t tell you?” The emotion that had coursed through you dissolved, and you went back to powdering subtle blush onto your cheeks. He tossed the ball up one last time, letting it fall and roll from his chest and he brought his fingers up to chew the sides of them. A single glance at him told you he was nervous about something. “What’s up, Ani? You wanna tell me what’s been getting you so worked up lately?” you spoke through your parted lips, focusing on re-applying your eyeliner.
He sighed hard through his nose. “Nothing, I’m just…” His hands came to grip his hair, tugging on it. It’s always been hard for Anakin to express himself verbally, and to make it easier you came over, kneeling at your bedside.
“What?” you encouraged, taking his hand in yours.
It was a quiet moment as he inhaled deeply, meeting your soft gaze.
He leaned in—you didn’t pull away—until his lips were on yours. It was tentative, and you felt his warm breath fan over you as you kissed him back, as if it was the easiest thing in the world. His palm cupped your cheek, tilting his head and intensifying the kiss.
It felt so good. So right. Your hand tangled in his black hair at the nape of his neck, and when his lips parted in surprise, on instinct your tongue invited itself in. It unlocked something within him because his tongue met yours with fervor, and his thick arm wrapped around your waist. Unable to get the contact he wanted, he pulled apart from you, cutting the string of saliva connecting you two. You panted as he ripped off his flannel, setting his boots down onto the ground to lean over and go for you again. Finally realizing what had just occurred, your hand shot out, halting him by his chest. Without heeding your warning, his hands handled your waist, pulling you to your feet as he stood. The action had you fluttering, but this was wrong.
“Wait, wait, Ani, wait—”
“See that’s the thing, I don’t want to wait anymore.” Since you would not give him your mouth, his lips latched onto your neck, rewriting whatever Jeremy had left there, sending tingles throughout your body. Weakly, you pressed your palm against him.
“Listen, Anakin, this isn’t right. I should get back because Jeremy’s waiting for me.”
That caught his attention, and he recoiled, hands squeezing your upper arms. “You wanna know what Jeremy’s doing right now? You wanna know?” he asked, anger shining through in his voice at being rejected, his firm grasp remaining on one of your arms to yank you along with him out of your room. Your bewildered countenance stained your face as he brought you to another window, showing you the side of his house. “Look out.” It didn’t make sense to you, his behavior. You faced him, attempting to put a calming hand on him but instead he jerked you in the direction of the window, jamming his finger against the glass. “Look. Now.”
Unappreciative of the way he treated you, you did as he requested to get this over with. At first, you saw nothing, “I don’t see anything…” until a body on the ground came into focus from behind some foliage, a Ghostface mask, and a sense of worry overtook you. “Oh, my God, he’s passed out,” you exhaled, moving to leave the house, “I have to go help him.”
Anakin stepped in front of you.
Your frown hardened, “What?”
“I can’t let you do that, (y/n).”
“You’re being weird, he could be hurt. I need to go see him. There’s…” You pivoted your head, hair falling over your shoulder from the motion, and once your gaze settled onto the streak of red on the wall, panic replaced worry. “Blood on the wall… Anakin! There’s blood on the wall!” You turned to him, pushing at his shoulders when your fingers came into contact with something cold and wet.
Your friend was silent.
You pulled your hands from him, examining the blood on your trembling hands.
Stomach dropping, you stepped back from him. Your head spinning so fast you dizzied, you braced yourself on the window behind you. He knew and he didn’t tell you that Jeremy was hurt. Was he the one that did that to Jeremy? He couldn’t have. Could he? He’d always been protective. Did he knock him out? What reason could he have?
It was not the fact it was plausible that scared you. What scared you was the fact there was blood on your hands from touching him.
It was not fake.
It had to be Jeremy’s.
You could be next for knowing.
He didn’t take his eyes off of you, and you crept against the wall slowly, staying as far away from him as possible.
“(y/n),” he said warningly, trained on the route you could be taking.
“I need to go.” You watched his tongue poke out to moisten his lips, and you went for the exit.
“(y/n)!” His arms wrapped around your torso, lifting you from the floor as you thrashed in his grip.
“Let me go! Let me go!”
“Let me explain!”
“No!” Your body was moving for you out of fear, and when he set you down you tried to elbow him. Anakin was much larger than you, and much stronger. He maneuvered you to face him, and allowed you to bang your hands against his chest. “You—! I can’t believe you!”
“I know, I know, just stop. Stop!”
“No!” Your heel came down hard on the top of his foot, and he cried out, grabbing hold of it while you fled. Unfortunately more athletically inclined, Anakin swooped in, cutting your path off to the stairs. You screamed, passing him before he could clutch you.
“(y/n)! Come here!” His heavy steps thundered after you as you dove for your room, whirling around to slam the door when his hand shot out to catch it before it closed. You shoved as hard as you could but he kept it open, wedging it open. “Don’t run away from me, sweetheart, you know how much I like it.”
You knit your eyebrows together, incredulously questioning, “You’re joking at a time like this?” Taking advantage of your guard down, he grabbed your wrist, and like a little doll, he tugged you over to lock the other one in his harsh hold. “Hey!”
“I can’t let you leave,” Anakin told you, a solemn lilt to his voice and your first thought was how he was going to hurt you too.
Somehow, you still believed he wouldn’t be capable of that.
“Ani, Ani, please,” you pleaded. “Before you do anything or say anything, please hear me when I say I love you, I love you and I mean it, and I can help you, please just don’t—”
“I know, I know,” Anakin rolled his eyes as he backed you up, your knees hitting the side of your bed, tripping over it and he pinned you there. A much more sinister assumption replaced your old one. Your wide eyes stared up at him as he straddled you and locked your hands over your head. “God, (y/n), do you have any idea how fucking sexy it is when you beg like that?”
Your mouth fell open at how he spoke to you, “What are you talking about?”
“Fuck, baby,” he leaned down, lips connecting to your jaw and you jerked away. It only gave him more access to your neck, peppering kisses along the column.
“Stop, stop, Anakin, don’t do this.”
“Would you rather I keep chasing you?” he reproached and that familiar heat pooled in between your legs. It was like your body recognized this as some sort of sexual act, whereas your brain was in a frenzy at the unsafety.
“Did you hurt Jeremy? You can tell me,” you told him, lips quivering as you fought tears. You couldn’t cry right now. Not in front of him.
“Aw, I got blood all over your pretty dress,” he cooed, eyeing you up generously. One of the sleeves had fallen off your shoulders. “You know a white dress like this makes you look like a little virgin,” he mused, a crooked grin adorning his lips.
“I know you defend me. Did Jeremy do something? Tell me, Anakin!”
“Jeremy didn’t do a damn thing,” he told you, meeting your gaze as you were silenced. “Except think he could put his hands on you.”
“You’re—!” you wiggled underneath him, attempting to worm your way out of his hold, “— crazy!” He dodged your head from butting him, and you managed to roll the two of you to the side and off your bed. Landing on top of him, knocking the wind from him, you scrambled up. Somehow, you were able to slip your hands from his frantic latchings and beelined for the stairs. You skipped some, and landing funny on the floor, you regained your footing as he called after you. He wasn’t far behind, and you weren’t going to get to the front door in time. You opted to hide. In a dark room, you slid behind a door, and your heavy breathing would give you away if you didn’t calm it.
His voice raised to ensure you’d hear him. “You don’t feel safe, angel? Not even with me?” he grinned sinisterly as he searched his surroundings.
You prayed.
Squeezing your eyes shut, you forced yourself to draw in a slow deep inhale.
Heavy boots echoed.
“Got to admit, this is turning me on a little bit,” he mused, that familiar playful tone controlling you like always, gasping to speak before you realized you were giving away your position. Frozen in place, you couldn’t bring your feet to move. Silence from him indicated he hadn’t heard you, and you thanked your lucky stars.
Anakin’s head snapped in your direction at the noise of your breath, and picked up a stray item from the kitchen table. He’d pinpointed you were somewhere in corridor that connected rooms, and he pressed himself against the wall by that doorway. Glancing inside, he tossed the item across and hid.
The sound told you he’d passed by the open door you were concealed behind. Gently, you removed your heels, your feet against the tile as quiet as a field mouse as you crept around to see he wasn’t in the room where the noise was made. You dashed for the front door, and when you passed the doorway, a large hand clapped around your mouth, muffling your scream as he locked you in his embrace.
“Hey, shh, shh,” he soothed, slamming your back against the wall with his palm at your upper chest and shoulder. Fighting for oxygen, you clawed at his fingers. “Listen to me, baby, listen,” Anakin could see how dilated your pupils were in your wide eyes, pleading to him to release you as you futilely fought against him for air. The way he stalked you, caught you, and stared at you like you were his prey had your heart beating so fast you could pass out. The notion distracted you from doing anything effective against him. “I’m not going to hurt you, (y/n), and I’ll let go if you promise to behave.”
Lashes fluttered as you neared your end, vision blurring, driving you to nod furiously at him. You were released and you fell against him, his towering frame supporting you as you gasped for air. As you recovered, Anakin tongued the inside of his cheek, pinching your jaw to force you to look at him. Lazily, you allowed him, lightheaded. “Now that I’ve got your attention, pretty girl, I need you to hear this. Did you mean it back there? When you said you loved me?”
He clenched his teeth, and you lingered on his lips, reminiscing on the kiss you’d shared with him and the influence it had over you. It was no secret you were attracted to him, you loved him as a friend, and you got jealous when the girl on the porch talked about him.
Impatience got the better of him, and he jostled you to wake you from your trance, “Answer me, princess.”
The way he was speaking to you, the thrill of the chase you’d just endured—it had the hairs at the back of your neck standing as a chill ran up your spine. “Mhm,” you nodded at him.
“You liked kissing me.” It was a statement.
You nodded anyway.
“You kissed me back.”
You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him, shame setting in at the truth he made you face.
“What else did you want to do?”
Why were there tears pricking the corner of your eyes?
“None of that, (y/n), I’d like the waterworks later.”
“I wanted to keep kissing you,” you replied reluctantly, knowing he’d sense it if you lied.
“Yeah, I know,” he slumped in place, rolling his eyes. When he straightened, his hands slammed at the sides of your head, startling you. “I don’t always like it when you play hard-to-get,” he warned.
Opening your mouth to ask what he meant by that, you listened to your better judgement. “I wanted you to touch me.”
This pleased him, perking up with interest. “Where?”
Apprehension claimed you, eyebrows knitted together in worry. “I don’t know,” you told him with a hint of incredulousness, afraid of the point he was traveling towards.
“You wanted me to touch your pussy, right?”
His harsh words and lack of romance made you flinch, but hearing him say it at all sent heat pooling in between your legs.
“Say it, (y/n), and I might just give it to you.”
“I don’t want it!”
He grabbed hold of your upper arms, circling you around him, and you arched away. “You’re lying.” You were never good at lying to Anakin.
Shying away, you cried, “Fine! Yes! I wanted you to touch me like that!” You squeezed your eyes shut as your words grew bolder, “I wanted your hands on me, Anakin, I always have. I like it when you touch my waist,” you looked at him, “and I liked it the one time you smacked my ass even though I threatened you afterwards!” The backs of your hands swept his off your arms. “And I liked your tongue in my mouth,” you stepped to him, backing him up, “and I’ve touched myself imagining it was your hands and your mouth and your dick getting me off!”
That was all Anakin needed to hear because with lust-blown eyes he clutched onto you, drawing you back to his lips, reconnecting to finish what you two started earlier. You accepted it, accepted him, fisting his shirt to press him nearer. He backed you against the kitchen table, parting your lips with his to explore your mouth with his tongue again. This kiss was different. It was hard, demanding, and unapologetic. His writhing tongue inside of you was desperate, and you matched his enthusiasm. When you sucked on it, he slowed out of curiosity, and you bobbed your head as if you were giving him oral. The moan that emitted from him shot straight down to your cunt. His hand came to tangle in your hair, tugging you off him with a sting of your scalp.
“It’s hot when you fight back, you know. I wouldn’t mind a little challenge.” A breathless chuckle escaped him as he spoke, and you hit his chest at the suggestion. “Go on,” panting, he stepped back, gesturing to the stairs. “Be a good girl and run along now.” When you stared him down in disbelief, he spun you to face the steps, smacking your ass to get his sincerity across.
You jumped on the opportunity, dashing for the stairs. You were not granted a head start when he came barreling after you, a hair’s width away from you up the steps. Squealing in excitement from the thrill he put in your belly, he laughed at you, chasing you up, “It’s so hot when you run from me.” Inexplicably, it worsened the desire for him, facing him when you reached your bedroom doorway. Anakin didn’t slow, practically running into you and scooping you up. Your back hit the wall, and his hands bunched up in the skirt of your dress, riding it up as he settled it around your waist. When you gasped, he dove in, swallowing your surprised sounds as he lapped at your open mouth.
You cupped the nape of his neck, fingers tangling in the soft hair there and tugging when his tongue slid against yours in a way you liked. He moaned for you, senses heightened from the excitement. Breaking the kiss, he stooped to be eye level, his fingers rifling underneath your skirt, and ignoring your squirm, he asked, “You think I didn’t notice you whoring yourself out to everyone but me?” He bit his plump bottom lip as he wrapped his digits in the strings of your panties. On instinct your mouth fell open, scrambling to grab at his arms. “Huh?” He wanted you to answer, goading you, “You wore these for someone else, right?” he provoked, tugging until you heard the thin strap snap apart. It made him scoff. “Yeah, I know you did. You wanted precious little Jeremy to get in your pants tonight, isn’t that right?” he mocked the name, and he got on his knees in front of you, hiking up your dress around your waist again. “I’ll get you ready for him,” he told you as your hands braced on his shoulders. There was an undertone in his voice that conveyed something more sinister. You didn’t have time to contemplate it when his mouth latched onto the folds of your pussy. Warm spit coated your insides that he greedily pet with his desperate tongue.
In your experience, it wasn’t often that a man just dove in headfirst, but you’d had plenty of anticipation that built a need up within you. Anakin was quick to comment on it after he moaned into you and vibrated you with his voice, “Fuck, baby, fuck. Already so wet for me, huh? I can’t believe what a freak you are.”
You keened in response, desperately grasping onto the windowsill next to you for purchase as he made your legs shake, the tip of his nose poking into your clit as he devoured you. There was no doubt in your mind you were a freak, getting turned on by the chase, and now the predator was on his knees for you. The eye contact he made over your mound drove you crazy, your hand now finding a place at the back of his head, stroking through his hair to grip it which earned you his hum of approval. As if to shut him up, you pressed him further into you. A flash of mischief in his eyes told you he was into your actions.
He flattened his tongue, drawing from the bottom to the top, wiggling it against your clit and you trembled. You’ve never had your pussy eaten out like this before, and it made you wonder where he picked this up… How long had he been waiting to do this to you?
Anakin noted how your gaze grew hazy, his large hand—panties hanging from the webbing—came to grip your chin to warn you, and patted your cheek hard. “Pay attention to me, princess,” he spoke against you, sucking hard on your sensitive bud. The motion had your face stinging slightly, but it was the shock of it that widened your eyes. “Don’t look so surprised,” your gaze trailed from his fingers to the panties that hung from them. “I want everything from you.”
Your face twisted in pleasure as he returned to eating you out like his life depended on it. The way his tongue swirled and jabbed inside of you had your back arching and the coil in your belly wound tight. Both hands came to your thighs, gripping hard to indent the porcelain flesh, sensing your proximity to your release. Your fist in his hair clenched, and he stuck his tongue as far as he could inside, nuzzling your bud with his nose again. “I’m-I’m going to… if you keep—” Your sentences couldn’t form, and you cried out in frustration when he pulled away from you completely, your slick shining on his face.
“Oh, no, you’re not,” he replied so derisively, straightening up, ripping your chances of an orgasm away from you. “First time I’m gonna make you cum, I’m gonna make you cum on my cock. I’ve waited too damn long for this,” His strong hands slid up to squeeze your hips, and he pressed your wet heat against his erection in his jeans, the denim dampening with your secretion. It was easier to grind into you that way. “You were so scared earlier, what happened?”
The reminder had your hands bunching up in his shirt, weakly pushing at him. He pressed on. “C’mon, baby, feel it. Feel what you’ve done to me. Such a tease, making me chase after you like that.” You pivoted your head away, gasping when the ache inside you dulled with a splendid swipe of your clit against his hard cock.
You’d seen Anakin naked before, but you’d never seen him hard. The thought had you wiggling your hips against him, anxious to egg him on.
“That’s my girl,” he praised. “I’m desperate to hear that pretty voice of yours. Tell me what you want. You want my cock?”
You, desperate for anything, nodded your head. Again, he forced you to look at him, another firm pat on your cheek. “Answer me, brat.”
“Yes!”
“Yes, what?”
“What? Am I supposed to say ‘please’?”
His rut slowed, snatching up your wrists to direct your hands to his jeans. “Go on.”
Obediently, despite glaring at him, you undid his button and zipper. You were angry at him for prolonging your release, for causing you such distress, and for refusing to fix it for you until you begged for it. You tugged down his pants and boxers until just his member was free. Seeing it in it’s erected glory had a pain shoot through you from the mere anticipation of it burying inside of you, your eyes widened at the sight, a demand emitting from you, “Just fuck me already!” You’d barely finished speaking before he ripped the front of your dress down, freeing your tits. He spun you to the side, pressing your bare chest against the cold of the window. “What are you—?” The temperature perked your nipples up painfully, and when he slid his cock inside, your head bumped against the glass.
At first he’d rocked about half of himself in, gradually adding more until he bottomed out, and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. “You’re so big, Ani,” you purred, hot breath fogging up the window.
“I know. A shame you didn’t hop on my dick sooner, yeah?”
The cockiness had you breathlessly scoffing, but when his pace increased, things were suddenly not so funny anymore. Your mind was bursting with things more important than the fact you were against a window where anyone could see you if they simply looked up. You could still hear the music from Anakin’s house, the multicolored lights pouring through and staining the pavement. You were called back to the present by the way your pussy slurped him up. “Fuck, Anakin!”
“Yeah, that’s it, baby. I like my name on your lips,” he purred, snapping his hips against your ass. His shirt got in the way so he picked up the hem to tuck in between his teeth, watching how his member was swallowed up by your greedy cunt.
Cock drunk, you couldn’t stay up, leaning into the window until what was left of your red lipstick stained the glass. A familiar face exited the house from the porch, and you recognized it to be your friend that had made you realize your jealousy earlier. At the risk someone would see you like this, you reached back weakly. “Ani! Ani, wait, someone could see!”
He merely continued, railing into you harder. You cried out, enraptured with how he filled you completely. As if she could hear you, the girl looked up and locked eyes with your lust blown gaze. She was suspended in disbelief, seeing Anakin fucking into you. Anakin, who took notice of this, merely grinned biting his t-shirt, and waved flirtatiously at her. The interaction had your wet heat dripping. He spat out the fabric, and clapped a hand over your throat to bring you away from the window, redirecting you. He pulled out to spin you, pinning your back to your bed and picking up your legs to hover as he re-entered you. The new position made your eyes roll into the back of your head, his hand coming to wrap around your neck again. “Did you like that? Huh? Could feel you clenching down on me like a vice.”
You whined, begging for a release.
“I’m so into you, (y/n), I’ve always been into you. You’re so fucking hot,” His fingers dug into your hip painfully, watching your tits bounce with his thrusts. You lazily reached out to him, running your claws down his abdomen taught with his movements. “I’ve gotta tell you another secret.”
He was taking advantage of how silent you were, unable to form words like a dumb whore speared on his cock. “You were right, they were crimes of passion. All of them.” You furrowed your brows at him quizzically, mouth having fallen open to emit any sinful sounds he dragged from you with the scrape of his dick petting your insides. “Every single one. Passion. Passion for you.”
“What are you talking about, Ani?” Finally you’d sobered up enough to say something.
“I took Jeremy out back, and I bashed his fucking head in.” An evil glint flashed in Anakin’s eyes, thrill shooting through him as you stuttered. “You’ve got shit taste in friends, you know that?” Did he mean in Jeremy or in him?
He killed him. Had he really just admitted that to you?
“If this is,” Anakin adjusted his hips, the new angle causing your voice to crack, “is one of your jokes… Anakin… it’s not funny.”
“No joke, sweet girl, it’s me.” I’m the killer, the unsaid words hung in the air for a moment before you threw your head back, unable to respond appropriately when he increased his pace, fucking you like a little toy after he’d just confessed his darkest secret.
“Anakin!” you cried out, and he kept you pinned down by your throat, squeezing while his other covered your mouth again so he could speak.
“I never did like Jeremy, I’m surprised you didn’t see it coming. How I’ve been protecting you.” Wide eyes met gaze over his hand, your body was not one with your mind because it still reacted to Anakin positively, your orgasm building and nearing. “Don’t tell me you don’t like it. I do it for you, you know.”
Your fingers clutched onto the sheets, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes again from the overwhelming emotions. You shouldn’t like this, but you do.
“I can feel how wet you are for me. So fucking filthy, I can’t believe you’re into this. I was right about you being a little whore.”
Futilely, you moaned against his hand, so his fingers brushed over your lips, dipping into your mouth. Obediently, you sucked on them, swirling your tongue around them to taste something metallic. His hazy gaze on you told you he’d had blood on his hands, and you’d done something to him by cleaning them off for him. “How’s he taste, baby?” he cooed. Once he was satisfied you wouldn’t talk back, he removed them for you, running down your chest to squeeze at your breast, smacking it. It moved downwards until it reached in between you two, rubbing circles into your clit. “Leading me on the way you did. Touching me, letting me touch you. All those late night conversations about kinks and who or what you were into. You had to know I watched you change. Why else would you change in front of your stupid bedroom window?”
At the mention, your hand grew a mind of its own, coming up to slap him across the face for spying—as if that was the worst thing he’s done. “You’re so gross!” He moistened his lips, coming to look back at you with a newfound vigor.
“Feisty…” he groaned, rolling into you to hit that spongy spot inside of you with his tip.
You writhed, jerking your head to the side to squeeze your eyes shut.
“You’re close, huh? I can feel you fluttering. You feel better than I ever imagined,” he breathed, groaning low in his throat after he let himself really cherish you. “These hands have done unspeakable things. Strangled the life out of people, and here you are, letting them wrap around you so trustingly.” His finger came from your neck to your jaw, guiding you to look at him. “You trust me, right? Baby?”
“Just let me come, please, Ani, please just let me cum…”
You felt it in your legs first, how they trembled when your high crashed through you. It traveled throughout your whole body, seeing stars as you thrashed involuntarily, clenching down on him hard without warning. It felt so damn good, Anakin fucked you through it, tipping over the edge himself and spilling inside of you while you were panting underneath him. You threw your arm over your eyes, lip quivering from the overstimulation. He leaned over, chest to chest as he rocked into you lazily, his finish oozing from your entrance.
His face buried into your neck, hands caressing your body, massaging you as the last remnants of your orgasm passed through you. Pleasant tingles calmed you as his kisses pressed against your jawline and temple. “You wanna go again?”
“Go again?” you parroted.
He stayed sheathed inside you, the feeling bringing you both comfort, humming in confirmation to your question.
“We need to talk.”
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Fic rambling
My fic “The Convergence” is my current baby. Like I love all my fics equally but besides the fact that the process of writing it messed and unmessed my self confidence, it is the sort of canon divergence that I love writing. I love pulling canon apart and then putting it back together in a different way. It’s my ideal working conditions.
And I get so happy when I get a kudo on it. The fic is based on an arc that I know most people on this side of the fandom hate so I think it takes trust for someone to look at my fic and think it’s worth checking out. A lot of my fic ideas revolve around the 2018 run so I will keep asking for this trust, but I understand it if people don’t have it. Every time I learn that someone gave me it but also thought it was decent (or even good!) enough makes me so happy
Every kudo is good, every single one, every comment and every bookmark, heck every hit is too, but there’s something magical about having even a single person enjoy a piece you wrote about a minor character or crackship or unpopular arc.
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Spencer Reid fic Recs!
fics I read almost on a daily! also don’t forget to show your affection to all the fics and give them a like and comment your love. also don’t forget to check out the authors because they’ve written all these BEAUTIFULLY!
nsfw alphabet ➵ @radiant-reid
ace ➵ @gubler-me-up
summary ➵ Can I get a one shot for the episode 52 pickup with Spencer x female reader? Like with the scene specifically where Spencer is trying to hand out the flyers but none of the woman take one, but reader approaches him to take one along with his number or something? Whatever else your mind can come up with please.
talk some sense to me 2 ➵ @sinfulspencer
summary ➵ Y/N confessed to JJ that she always been in love with Spencer but he never noticed her, too busy focusing on someone else. During a case, they are all held as hostages and JJ confesses her love for him.
unbelievable but verified ➵ @radiant-reid
summary ➵ The BAU's newest member comes prepared to join the team with a tiny crush on the man who wrote her three favorite thesis papers.
so, so sorry ➵ @mggswhorificlover
summary ➵ when spencer gets back from a long case, he needs to let out some frustrations the best way he knows how. only, he didn’t know how tough your week had been as well…
letting go ➵ @mggswhorificlover
summary ➵ when spencer comes back from prison, there’s no doubt he’s changed, especially in the bedroom.
found ➵ @everyonesfavoritepipecleaner
summary ➵ which Spencer finds a whole lot more than a book
what plot ➵ @moon-light-jukebox
summary ➵ Reader is a new member to the team who has developed a slight crush on one of her co-workers. She also has a proclivity for reading certain kinds of books. What happens when our favorite speed reader takes a peak over her shoulder?
a memorable hero ➵ @radiant-reid
summary ➵ Y/n jumps into the arms of a random FBI agent when she unknowingly talks to a creepy unsub.
broken paradise ➵ @skiller0dani
summary ➵ you run into an ex boyfriend during an interrogation. except it's you being interrogated, and it's your ex boyfriend doing the interrogating.
germs ➵ @moon-light-jukebox
summary ➵ Reader is sure the resident BAU genius doesn’t like her, but she’s not sure why. But even if he did like her, he’s a germaphobe, so he wouldn’t be comfortable with the things she wants to do to him...would he?
hotch’s daughter 2 3 ➵ @pinkcoffeecup
summary ➵ When Y/n Hotchner comes back from collage, Spencer finds himself thinking a little too much about his bosses daughter. And despite Morgan’s attempts to talk Spencer down from pursuing the young girl, he just can’t help himself.
broken pieces ➵ @radiant-reid
summary ➵ things have gotten bad between Y/N and Spencer so much where she’s seeing a therapist and it doesn’t get much better after she speaks to him.
just my type ➵ @radiant-reid
summary ➵ A pretty girl in a bar mistakes Spencer for someone else. Luckily, he's just her type and she's very impressed by his facts.
houston, we do not have a problem ➵ @radiant-reid
summary ➵ Doctor Y/n Reid's call with NASA takes a different turn when Spencer decides to have some fun with her. Based on this request
and I’ll do anything you say (if you say it with your hands) ➵ @samuel-de-champagne-problems
summary ➵ Spencer and Reader are forced to share a room, but can't resist falling into old patterns, even though it's dangerous and just might break them.
old prison blues ➵ @skiller0dani
summary ➵ when your husband Spencer gets released from Prison, he's much different then you remember.
the perils of eavesdropping ➵ @moon-light-jukebox
summary ➵ Reader is the newest member of the BAU and she is fascinated by a member that was just released from prison. Dr. Spencer Reid keeps her at a distance...but why? One day reader overhears something that hurts her feelings. Knowing what she knows now...what is she supposed to do?
this vast empty space ➵ @literaila
summary ➵ I’ve had this idea floating in my head after watching some One Tree Hill and Criminal Minds one day👀 what if the reader and Spencer have a child together but things are getting a little rocky with reader and Spence and they’re arguing so Spencer spends a lot of time at JJ’s with his child and JJ’s kids and one day the reader doesn’t let her child do something so they get mad and say they wish JJ was their mom���� but somehow a fluffy ending? Idk🗿
flick, flick, burn ➵ @literaila
summary ➵ Can i request a fic where the reader and spencer are dating and the reader believes that spencer if in love with jj so she distances herself from him??? and garcia finds out and reassures her?? sorry if this doesn’t make sense but thank u if you do decide to write it!😊
the sleep chronicles ➵ @reidsacademia
summary ➵ Three times Spencer needed sleep.
purple dress ➵ @foxy-eva
summary ➵ Spencer and his coworker Fem!Reader have a friends-with-benefits agreement. When he tries to end it, she shows him what he is missing out by putting on an alluring purple dress in an attempt to seduce him.
swooping in ➵ @radiant-reid
summary ➵ Spencer accidentally, unknowingly takes the girl Morgan's trying to get to go home with him
confidential information ➵ @gubler-me-up
summary ➵ Can I have a doc with maybe Spencer season 1-2, where the team thinks he’s a virgin and doesn’t have a girlfriend but then they find out he does.
a gamble of feelings ➵ @reidslibrarybook
summary ➵ A tipsy night playing poker leads to an unexpected revealing of well-kept secrets.
smells fishy ➵ @radiant-reid
summary ➵ Out of place perfume and cologne give away a secret relationship of the BAU.
perfect shade ➵ @boldlyvoid
summary ➵ After prison, the bureau's concerned for Spencer's mental well-being... so they assign him a Personal Assistant who takes the job of making sure he's "settling in" too seriously.
space ➵ @literaila
summary ➵ who knows overhearing a conversation between your boyfriend and friend could lead to miscommunication with things.
the public eye 2 ➵ @radiant-reid
summary ➵ Spencer gets closer to a famous actress, discovering they're incredibly similar and she really likes him
tranquillement ➵ @spencerreidat3am
summary ➵ Spencer's first night home from prison is complicated
the only way home ➵ @radiant-reid
summary ➵ Mad at her boyfriend, Y/n has a little too much to drink and Spencer takes her home.
let me love you ➵ @sinfulspencer
summary ➵ Spencer takes care of his girlfriend after a bad day at work.
rough patch ➵ @leahblackk
summary ➵ A rough patch could break your heart, and break your lover’s too.
mine ➵ @boldlyvoid
summary ➵ all she needs to do is give a witness statement at the station, she ends up taking care of the sweet agent who put his life on the line to avenge her sister.
stork song ➵ @imagining-in-the-margins
summary ➵ Spencer and reader decide to get pregnant after suffering a miscarriage. It can be angsty, fluffy, smutty. I'd just love to read it.
we’re pregnant ➵ @dr-spencer-reids-queen
summary ➵ When you start showing symptoms of being sick, Spencer goes out of his mind to take care of you. When those symptoms turn to something else, he doesn’t know how to react.
it’s only you ➵ @patheticdarling
summary ➵ The aftermath of the Date Night (S15E6/No Max, just Reader). Reader is feeling really insecure about her and Spencer’s relationship after the heated kiss between Cat and him so Spencer goes the extra mile to reassure her just how much he loves her.
tis the dam season ➵ @reidsacademia
summary ➵ The one where you go home for the holidays and meet up with your long distance booty call.
the statistical probability of falling in love ➵ @reidscanehand
summary ➵ Spencer Reid is doubtful of the statistical probability of falling in love until he meets the BAU’s new communications liaison, Y/N. Thus begins a relationship and a story of healing, growing, and finally finding the statistical probability of finding a happy ending.
seeking comfort ➵ @gubler-me-up
summary ➵ hi! not if you've done this already but can i get one where spencer lays in between the reader's legs?? you can choose between him eating the reader out or just falling asleep there or something idk
who’s your daddy 2 3 4 5 ➵ @gubler-me-up
summary ➵ Can I request one where the reader is like Hotch’s daughter and her and Spencer hook up but he doesn’t know until she walks in one day looking for her dad.
secrets and onesies ➵ @wheelsup
summary ➵ which spencer is hiding two secrets from you. one, that he knows you’re pregnant, and two, that he’s more than ready for it.
a fairytale in vegas ➵ @writer-in-theory
summary ➵ co-workers reader and spencer were relieved to get some time away from each other over the holidays, so they're in for a surprise when their mothers let them know they'll all be spending christmas together.
the girl in the bar ➵ @radiant-reid
summary ➵ None of the team can understand why Y/n isn't into Morgan or Emily so they're shocked when she kisses Spencer
all you need ➵ @reidslibrarybook
summary ➵ You’ve been hiding your feelings from him, pushing him away and shutting him out ever since you found out about your odds of having a baby. There had to be some way he could let himself in, some way for the both of you to come to terms with what’s become.
red vault ➵ @writer-in-theory 
summary ➵ red (taylor's version) is being released on november 12th, and i have never been so excited. this album meant so much to me when it was first released and i want to do something fun to celebrate it now. soo i'm going to do a countdown to the release day and post a new fic for each song on the original album. most won't be connected to each other. this will officially start on october 25th.
Til death do us part ii ➵ @sortagaysortahigh
summary ➵ Spencer Reid’s found in Mexico, accused of murder, drug possession, and the intent to distribute. His wife and FBI Agent-Nefeli Thalia Reid-goes through different stages of grief while the team works to get him back to the States.
how you get the girl ➵ @mischiefmanaged71
summary ➵ Spencer is stumped by his work crush and finding a way to ask her out so he enlists the help of the team.
extra credit ➵ @lyrelyretheresmeninthathorse
summary ➵ Reader visits Spencer at his office and inadvertently discovers that some of his students are interested in more than his seminars.
the story of us ➵ @boldlyvoid
summary ➵ Stories you already know, with a twist.
#spencer reid fic#Spencer Reid fic recommendations#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid#criminal minds x reader#criminal minds smut#spencer reid smut#criminal minds#criminal minds fic#criminal minds fic recommendations
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Three in the Morning
— You’ve missed your best friend after not seeing him for over a week. To fix that problem, you show up at his window at three in the morning to fill the Iwaizumi-shaped void in your heart.
pairing: iwaizumi hajime x reader
word count: 2.9k
genre: college/university au, fluff
warnings: intoxication (reader is tipsy hghfjsd), jealous reader at one point, cuddling in bed, tooth-rotting fluff
a/n: written for bnha sanctuary one prompt haikyuu collab! :D a bunch of writers wrote their take on the same prompt “it’s 3am why are you outside my window” and this is the fic i came up with based on it! check out the other amazing fics here u won’t regret it ;) xx sof
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Walking around in the middle of the night just the slightest bit tipsy wasn’t the smartest thing you’ve done in your whole college career, but you could safely say it wasn’t the dumbest— Not that it was something you should be proud of.
You and your roommates had just gotten home from a party and, for some odd reason, you had the sudden urge to see one of your best friends, Iwaizumi Hajime, right at that very moment. He had been studying for midterms all week and you weren’t able to hang out with each other like you normally did, causing a Iwaizumi-shaped void that you wanted to fill. (In a strictly platonic way, of course.)
And when you were half-sleep deprived, half-inebriated, it wasn’t uncommon for you to be rather...impulsive. From ordering too much takeout from any “open 24-hour” restaurant within a five mile radius, to uploading a video of you trying to come up with the perfect pasta recipe, you’ve done a handful of bizarre things during the ungodly hours of the night. But even you weren’t sure what was going on through your mind that convinced you sneaking out of your apartment and heading to Iwaizumi’s nearby was the best course of action while still slightly intoxicated.
The clock on your phone read that it was only a quarter ‘til three and you quickly shrugged on a jacket and sent Iwaizumi a sloppy “i’m omw iwaaaachann” text before stepping foot outside your door, making sure to shut it silently as to not awaken your roommates who had just fallen asleep.
As you made your way through your apartment complex, the thought briefly crossed your mind that Iwaizumi might be sleeping at the moment, especially since he had just finished his midterm exams, but you shrugged it off. You would cross that hurdle when you got there.
And so, when you finally—through some miracle from above—arrived at Iwaizumi’s in one piece, you weren’t sure what else to do other then stare at his half cracked open window. Since he lived on the second floor, it wasn't uncommon for him to leave a window open for air to come through during the hot seasons.
“Iwaizumi!” you yelled in a quiet whisper, hoping the wind would carry your words into his apartment for you.
When you received no reply, you pulled our your phone and began to message him. Although Iwaizumi liked to pretend he was an unsentimental guy who didn’t have time to deal with others’ bullshit, it was obvious that was false. He cared a lot about everyone, especially his friends. Maybe even too much. And one of the ways he showed he secretly cared was always having his phone on full ringer in case anyone needed help in the middle of the night— Something that was surprisingly quite common when you were friends with the chaos that was Oikawa.
Would it be mean to use that knowledge to your own advantage and spam Iwaizumi until he replied?
Maybe.
But in your defense, you were practically having an emergency only he could help with. You desperately needed your Iwaizumi fix after not having seen him in over a week and there was no one better to help you that problem than Iwaizumi himself.
Besides, texting him until he wakes up would be better than Romeo-and-Julieting this and climbing in through his window. Trying to scale a building while tipsy was too idiotic, even for you.
Y/N: are u awakeee?
Y/N: wakey wakey
Y/N: i miss u :(
Y/N: i’m outside ur window wink wonk
Y/N: iwaaa >.>
There was a cacophonous sound of loud text chimes ringing one after the other followed by a deep grunt and stretching sound. You pictured Iwaizumi blearily getting out of bed and checking his phone that he kept across the room (to minimize at-night screen time, he claimed) with a heavy-lidded look on his face.
After a few seconds of unidentifiable shuffles, you heard a strangled cry of, “What the—?!” before you saw the shadow of his head through the window screen.
“Y/N?” he asked incredulously, voice still rough and scratchy from having just been awakened.
You waved, beaming wildly. “Iwaizumi!”
There was a deep sigh as he cracked the glass open even wider. “It’s three in the morning— Why are you outside my window?” He peered down at you almost stumbling on the spot. “And are you drunk?”
“Barely,” you assured, though you still felt a slight buzz in your fingertips. “I missed you so I came here.”
“I— What? I mean— Huh?” he demanded, visible confusion in his tone. He rubbed his forehead before correcting himself. “I mean I miss you too. But it��s three in the morning! You couldn’t wait to miss me in a few hours instead?”
You didn’t know whether to pout because he didn’t grow some Rapunzel hair and let you climb it up to the window and fall into his open arms like you’d imagined, or cheer because he said he missed you too. Blissfully, you chose the latter. “You miss me?”
“Is that really all you heard?” said Iwaizumi with a snort before shaking his head in defeat. “Come up here. I’ll unlock the door for you.”
Your face lit up instantly as you nodded, bounding up the stairs of his apartment building and meeting with him face-to-face at his doorstep.
He had his arms folded over his chest as he waited for you at the entrance and, though he had tired circles under his eyes and still seemed half-asleep, was looking as attractive as ever. Not even the white polka dots on his pajama shorts could talk away from that fact. If anything, it made him all the more adorable.
“Iwa-chan!” you greeted excitedly, but still careful as to make sure you weren’t loud enough to wake up his roommate. You opened your arms out and he begrudgingly accepted your embrace. (Well, he tried to seem begrudging at least. But you saw his hidden smile as you nestled your chin on his shoulder.) “I missed you.”
“You said that already, dumbass,” he said with a tsk. He patted the top of your head before pulling away from your hug promptly. “You’re cold. Have you been standing outside for long?”
Pursing your lips, you looked up at him in confusion. “I don’t feel cold.”
“Because you’re too drunk to register it, probably.” With his warm hand on the small of your back, Iwaizumi ushered you inside and shut the door behind you. “Let’s go to my room so we don’t wake up my roommate, yeah?”
“‘Kay.”
Having visited his place so many times before, you knew it like it was your own apartment— Disregard the fact that your apartments had almost the same exact layout since you lived in the same complex. After sliding off your shoes at the entrance, you led the way to his room with Iwaizumi following closely behind you.
“Did you go to a party tonight?” he asked, eyes trailing down your body that was clad in an oversized t-shirt and fuzzy socks. Iwaizumi took a seat on his bed and patted the spot next to him for you to join.
Laughing at his puzzled expression, you nodded. “Yeah, but I went to my place to change and get ready for bed,” you explained. “Tried sleeping but I missed you too much and wanted to see your face.”
You climbed onto the mattress with him and wiggled around until you found a comfy spot. The comfy spot happened to be side-by-side with Iwazumi, your back against the wall and cold thigh pressed against his warm one. You rested your head on his shoulder and he lazily drew circles onto your knee with the pad of his thumb.
Intimacy like this wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for the two of you— That’s just how things were. He was warm and comfy and good at cuddling, and you liked that.
It could maybe be considered just normal friendship things you two did with everyone if it weren’t for the fact that Iwaizumi wasn’t typically comfortable with physical touch from anyone other than you. And maybe if you also ignored that you weren’t too keen on the thought of him one day being this close to anyone else. If truth be told, you didn’t like the thought of that at all.
With a small huff, you hooked your left arm with Iwaizumi’s right, hugging his bicep to you in an almost clingy manner.
“You good?” he asked, lightly chuckling as he looked down at you gripping onto his side. “Or something troubling you?”
You hummed unsure how to answer. There wasn’t enough alcohol in your system for you to completely spill your guts with know remorse, though being tipsy did greatly increase your likelihood of being loose-lipped. “I’m just thinking about someone else being with you like this.”
Iwaizumi stiffened, shoulders tensing ever so slightly before he quickly relaxed his muscles again. He prompted gruffly, throat so tight it came out as a murmur, “And?”
“I don’t like it.”
He let out a sharp chuckle. “I see.”
Out of the corner of your eye you saw a smile on his face and you continued on. “You’ve been studying a lot with Sasaki-san lately.”
“Hmm. Have I?”
You nodded. “You have your biomechanics class with her, right?”
“Yeah. I guess we studied for the exam together for a few nights.”
There was a funny feeling in your stomach at the thought of him spending his nights studying with someone that then spiraled to you picturing them being compatible and falling in love and spending the rest of their lives together. You winced, trying to shake it off. You were one of his best friends; it’s not like you had the right to feel that way.
“She’s really pretty,” you said, hoping it would prompt him to talk more about her. Even if you had no right, you still wanted to know—
By now, the laughter Iwaizumi was struggling to hold in bubbled out of his mouth, cutting you off mid-thought. His shoulders bounced up and down and you reluctantly sat up from your position resting on top of him to give him a look of confusion.
“Why are you laughing at me?” you pouted. Your eyebrows were furrowed and the corners of your lips were quirked down, cheeks slightly puffed.
He nudged your side gently with his elbow. You nudged him back, but moved away before he could retaliate and start a nudge war. “Because you sound jealous and it’s funny.”
“I didn’t say I was jealous.”
“I didn’t say you said that.”
“I’m not jealous,” you corrected.
“Now that’s debatable.”
Your cheeks flooded with heat, grabbing a pillow off the head of Iwaizumi’s bed to hide the embarrassed look on your face, seconds away from throwing it at him if he started to laugh any louder. You huffed. You were not jealous. There was no way. You just didn’t like imagining one of your best friends with another person doing coupley things that you only wanted him to do with you. But that definitely wasn’t jealousy.
(Okay, fine. You were jealous. But you couldn’t admit that to Iwaizumi.)
“That’s just your lack of sleep talking,” you sulked, lying down on his bed with a pillow still over your face. “Go to sleep now.”
“I was asleep. Until someone showed up at my window unannounced and woke me up.”
“They sound annoying.”
He barked out a laughter and you felt the weight on the bed shift. The compressed springs near your feet where Iwaizumi sat released its tension before you felt a dip beside you. You held your breath, the warmth from Iwaizumi’s body radiating onto yours.
While sleeping in the same bed together wasn’t as common as just cuddling, it wasn’t something that was exactly rare. There were times when you came over to watch movies or a television series with him until you both passed out on his bed. And other times when he was feeling stressed or you were feeling sad and neither of you wanted to sleep alone. You knew if you called, he would invite you in. And it was the same if he came to you.
But that didn’t make your heart beat any less rapidly as you waited in anticipation for Iwaizumi to get under the sheets with you. No matter how many times you fell asleep together, that didn’t stop the rush of nerves and tense air of awkwardness from flooding the room. However, it took just one touch to break the ice and before you knew it, you were snuggling up next to him in complete contentment.
“They’re not annoying,” he said firmly, large hand resting on the curve of your hip. “Actually, I’m glad they showed up even though it was three in the morning and I was running on two hours of sleep from the previous day.” You winced at his words, the alcohol gone from your system by now and you realized the insensitivity of your actions. Still, your stomach fluttered when he said he was glad to see you. “Because I missed them too.”
You blinked slowly. “You’re talking about me right?”
Through the moonlight from the window, you saw him roll his eyes with a grin. “Is there anyone else you think I’d let into my bed at this hour?”
“Oikawa.”
He considered it. “Well, maybe. But it wouldn’t so much be me letting him than him weaseling his way in.”
You nodded solemnly, as if it made perfect sense. Because it did. “Fair enough. He’s the only other person I’d let into my bed like this too,” you admitted, earning a laugh out of the both of you. “Well, besides Oikawa then, there’s no one else you’d sleep with like this?”
“There hasn’t been since we started college. I doubt there would be anyone to change that. Nor would I want anyone to.”
For the second time tonight, you felt heat rise to your cheeks and had the sudden urge to turn the other way and stare at the wall instead of Iwaizumi. But he held you tight by the waist so you couldn’t wiggle your way out of his grasp— Which did not, at all, help with the flaming face situation.
He only wanted you? There was a euphoric feeling in your chest when you realized he felt that way, and you felt the same.
“Someone’s bold tonight,” you managed to choke out, softly pressing your shaky fingers to the center of Iwaizumi’s chest. You felt the outlines of his toned pectorals beneath your palm and you had to remind yourself to keep on breathing.
“It’s from the lack of sleep. Sorry.” He didn’t sound apologetic. In fact, he seemed the opposite of apologetic when he brought you almost imperceptibly closer to him. If you weren’t so aware of the spatial distance (or lack thereof) between the two of you, there was no way you would have noticed. But you did. And you didn’t mind it. “I don’t have my usual filter.”
“Maybe I like you like this,” you said without missing a beat. Your initial reaction was to be embarrassed about the words that just left your mouth, but when you saw his growing smile, you felt a rush of assurance coursing through you. “I always like you, I suppose.”
“Like me?” he prompted, almost teasingly. “In what way?”
You gulped. Was this Iwaizumi being flirty?
Sure, it wasn’t uncommon for him to compliment you and occasionally play around— But if you thought your heart would ever be ready for him to actually flirt, you certainly thought wrong. You weren’t ready at all.
“L-Lots of ways,” you stammered out. “But in particular, the ‘I think you’re cute and I maybe want to date you’ way.”
“Funny.” His voice was a low whisper that rasped in your ear. “I think I like you in that way too.”
“You think?”
“I know.”
“Huh. Well, if we both like each other in that way…maybe we should…” you trailed off, feelings of timidness suddenly overcoming you. “You know…”
“Date?” he supplied with a knowing grin. You nodded bashfully. “Tomorrow.” There was an air of promise and sincerity in his tone. “Let’s get some sleep and then when we wake up we can go on our first date.”
Tranquility spread through your veins as you let out a happy sigh, your muscles growing lax at your calmed state. Although your heart was beating out of your chest at the prospect of actually dating Iwaizumi, his comforting embrace was enough to lull you into sleep. Your senses were flooded with him—his touch, his smell, the quiet sound of his steady breathing—and you realized there was no other place you’d rather be.
“Are you sure you won’t be too tired from exams?” you said before sleep overtook the both of you. “And from me waking you up in the middle of the night? Which…sorry for that again, by the way.”
“Don’t apologize. It was worth it,” he mumbled, lips brushing against your forehead as your eyelids fluttered shut. “I’ll always be here when you need me. Even if it’s at three in the morning.”
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