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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 5 months

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the elitism in magic education

HELLO 🤡 I have come to you today with an analysis of Fellow Honest's motives and what they imply about the mages and non-mages in the world of Twisted Wonderland, as well as the state of magic education as it relates to one's social status. It's a doozy, so let's get right into it! ***WARNING: Spoilers for Stage in Playful Land!!***

Fellow's resentment of the elite harkens back to something I've always suspected but also something that Twisted Wonderland has seldom gone out of its way to shine a harsh spotlight on. That "something" is the discrepancy between the "haves" and the "have-nots" in terms of magic. With the main setting of TWST being a private magic school, of course the lens through which we view many events will be from this perspective as well... and that limits what we see and hear. Most of the NPCs we encounter (even the annoying ones, such as the Magicam Monsters from the first Halloween event) endlessly praise the NRC students just for attending a famous magic school. If we look closely though, we’ll start to see cracks in the shiny rose-colored lenses (which, coincidentally, is how Fellow’s UM name is written).

To begin with, we are told that only 10% of the human population (for the sake of argument, let's assume that most other races also have low magic rates) is even capable of magic to begin with. Of this 10%, the majority of people with the aptitude for magic only have enough to barely be able to lift a cup. In order to qualify for a prestigious magic school like Night Raven College or Royal Sword Academy, you'd literally have to be the cream of the crop and get lucky in terms of genetics. Magic cannot be learned by someone that was not born with the innate ability for it, and not everyone who is the child of a mage will be capable of magic themselves. This is already one HUGE barrier for entry. We now have more to consider.

Night Raven College is notably a private boarding school. This potentially means that students may need to pay a tuition fee for classes, room, and board. Perhaps this tuition doesn't exist, since NRC doesn't take applications but rather hand-selects its students. Additionally, NRC is based on a British school, and most European schools cost little to nothing to attend. However, it's hard to believe a school as fancy as NRC is a private institution that runs solely on the charity and goodwill of donors (though we do see Crowley happily accepting donations as well, specifically from the local town and from Kalim’s family). Realistically speaking, Stuff Costs Money, and if you Want Stuff, you also Need Money. NRC is not raising these mages of the future out of the goodness of their hearts, NRC is raising these mages because there is profit and prestige to be gained from the endeavor. What if there are students who are picked to go but end up having to leave because they can’t afford it?? This point is just speculative though; I won’t count it as actual evidence since there is no in-game lore which confirms tuition. We do know, however, that students do at least have to pay for their dorm uniforms, as Ruggie has mentioned he could not afford one—hence why he wears a hand/me-down from Leona. We also know students are on their own when it comes to paying for their food, as both Ruggie and Deuce mention being low on cash in reference to buying meals/snacks. Buuuuut even if we discount that money is a factor that gatekeeps some selected students from attending or having the cash to just get by on a daily basis, what we cannot ignore is that money inherently puts some people ahead of others before magic schools even recruit them.

Because the majority of those in Twisted Wonderland are incapable of using magic, magic is not typically included in general education. This means that if your kid manifests magic and you want them to be "ahead of the curve", you'd need to seek out resources for magic training and education. Now, this could mean reading materials, private tutoring, or reaching out to mages you know of. The problem with all of these things is that they tend to require money and/or connections, which are things not everyone has access to. Idia even says in book 6 that Riddle has an “artificially large” pool of magic due to how young Riddle started his magic training, meaning that the wealthy has the resources to just produce “better” mages. The rich also have more money to throw into items to help with magical training, such as bigger and better magestones (which must sell for substantial amount in the first place since Ruggie tries to save some to pawn off later in Vargas Camp) to keep mages healthier for longer (since magestones help absorb blot). This keeps power concentrated in an already elevated class. (Note: research has shown that money opens up and expands one's connections, which still puts the rich in an advantageous position compared to the less fortunate. There are also studies that show impoverished people who happen to have rich friends have a better chance of raising their own social standing just because of the doors and connections that rich friend can open for them.) Look at who in the main cast remarks on having formal magic training: literal royalty like Leona and the upper middle class like Riddle. Again, one could say that because schools like NRC appear to hand-pick students regardless of how much formal magic training they had prior to enrollment. However, the fact remains that it simply looks better to potential recruiters (using this blanket term because we don't know how magic schools besides NRC gets its students) and better prepares the child for magic school curriculum to get an early start on it.

Looking back at the 22 boys that make up the main cast, close to three-quarters or ~75% of them come from at least upper middle-class backgrounds and quite a few could classify as wealthy:

Riddle's parents are both doctors, with Riddle's mom in particular being well-known and well-regarded in their home community.

Cater's dad is a banker; his position is high enough up that he needs to relocate every so often (presumably to service their largest or most important firms).

Leona is a literal prince. Even if he isn't destined to be king, he still has access to the resources and wealth avaliable to a royal.

Azul's mom owns the most popular restaurant in the entire Coral Sea (have you seen how large the Coral Sea is on the world map???), and his stepdad is a lawyer.

The twins' family is said to be well-off; they are able to afford luxuries like fancy clothes and Mr. Leech stresses the importance of manners and presentation. He is implied to have business associates who are also well-off and would like to get in his good graces. (Popular fan speculation is that the Leeches are a crime family.)

Kalim is the heir to a massive family fortune and trading business. He also has relatives who are royals.

Jamil, as Kalim's attendant, is also from a reasonably well-off family; they are compensated handsomely for handling the Asims.

Vil's father is an A-list celebrity, and Vil is also one himself.

We don't know the specifics of what Rook's family does, but it must be well-paying, as we learn in book 5 that the Hunts have villas all over Twisted Wonderland, as well as permissions for international travel via warp pads.

Idia and Ortho's family run a secret organization that researches blot. S.T.Y.X. is so secretive that basically only those in super high positions like Crowley and Leona would know about them. Let's also not forget that the Shrouds have ties to the Jupiter Conglomerate and the Olympus Corp, which is a tech giant in the world of TWST.

Malleus is prince AND the heir to his kingdom’s throne. He is also one of the top 5 most powerful mages in the entire WORLD.

Lilia is a renown war general and a close friend of royalty. He raised a young Malleus as well.

Silver is Lilia's adopted son and is actually a prince himself.

Sebek's parents are dentists. They must make mad money. His grandfather is also a respected knight that served alongside Lilia.

Notice how all the dorm leaders are upper middle class or higher; the vice dorm leaders have ONE normal person (Trey); in Playful Land, Trey confesses to living a comfortable life so we know he must be at least middle class.

We can try to argue all we like that NRC doesn't discriminate based on social status for their selections, but if that's the case then why are so few of the main cast from impoverished or low-income families? Only Ace, Trey, and Jack count as squarely middle class. Ruggie is the only example we have of someone from a very low socioeconomic status rising up to be among "elites". The other example is Deuce, who comes from a single parent household and has implied they don't have a lot of money (for example: how the VDC/SDC earnings will help out his family). (Epel is kind of a ??? case because depending on where in the story you are, his family could be in financial trouble or not; in book 5, they imply his entire village is having difficulties selling product until Vil promotes Harveston apples on his Magicam.) Maybe it's unfair to say that 22 students out of 800ish is representative of the makeup of the entire NRC student population (or represents the composition of all magic schools), but Ruggie confirms in his Birthday Boy vignettes that a majority of the students at NRC are decently well-off. This single digit representation of low-income students is also true of real-life elite schools. They are private schools for a reason; it naturally gatekeeps who is and isn't "allowed" to attend, leading to the majority of its students being members of the elite.

Another thing to consider is legacy students. This term refers to the increased likelihood of people being accepted into a school if they had a relative that also attended that school. We know of two instances of this happening: Ace's brother and Sebek's brother also went to and graduated from Night Raven College. Ace even makes a remark during his sorting ceremony that he ended up in the same dorm as his older brother "as expected". If magic aptitude is genetic, then perhaps it makes sense to recruit from the same families--but again, this is inherently restrictive, as you would continuously be culling from the same pools generation after generation.

Back on the topic of bloodlines and family, what about Kalim, who has an extensive family? There will be no shortage of Asim mages going to NRC just because of legacy (Jamil even alludes to the fact that the previous Scarabia dorm leader was an Asim relative, and his recommendation is what got Kalim the dorm leader seat). And speaking of Kalim, consider instances where rich families are able to bribe faculty (lookin' at YOU, Crowley) or donate a large sum to get their kid ahead or to be given priority over others that may be more qualified than them (RIP Jamil). To continue off that point, NRC itself is structured as a "dog eat dog" world. Those with inherently more magical ability have the right to trump over others. You can duel and lose your dorm seat to a more powerful mage, even if you trump them in terms of merit or leadership qualities. Students feel a sense of duty to obey those who have bested them in battle (ie Epel's servitude to Vil). Everyone fears Malleus. Your magical power is respected above all else.

Attitudes surrounding magic have notably shifted from fear of it several hundreds of years ago (around the human-fae war, back when “witch” and “wizard” were used in a derogatory sense) to recognizing it for its strengths and actively seeking it or granting some favoritism to those who have it. There is, in fact, now class discrimination in based on whether or not you can use magic. We got an early instance of this as early as book 1 of the main story, when Riddle insults Yuu for their upbringing, lack of education, and their inability to use magic. It’s something that clearly rubs Ace, who has a magicless father, the wrong way, and he stands up for Yuu. There are other subtle hints about this divide sprinkled throughout the lore. For example, Ruggie has a voice line which he indicates that the slums where he comes from doesn’t produce many magic users. Again, recall that magic runs in bloodlines. This could potentially allude to a past where those without magic were forced into lower income neighborhoods, which results in pockets like Ruggie’s hometown with a high population of magicless individuals living in poverty. This doesn’t appear to be a large scale issue (perhaps its only an isolated case?), but this is worth paying attention to.

This could all translate into the professional world too. Some jobs are entirely locked behind magic (ie you just cannot do them or pursue them if you don't have the magical ability for it). Some jobs DO require magic (ie medical mages like Riddle's parents, magic police force officers, technomantic inventors, etc) and probably additional training that goes with it. As a result, I'd imagine that these magic-intensive jobs pay quite a bit more. There may also be overall more job opportunities for those capable of magic, since magic is so much more efficient than doing things by hand. It means more retention of wealth and/or more upward mobility for the few impoverished that are able to enter magic schools. (This is, of course, not including the few and far between cases of regular people who get rich in select industries, such as Kalim’s father.) Recall too that NRC requires its students to take internships during their 4th years, many placements being with very prestigious groups and organizations such as pro-sports teams, labs, tech giants, etc. Being able to attend a prestigious school with connections grants those elite students even more opportunities than the average person.

Then think about what this means for people who fall short of these standards that these magic schools set. We actually have examples of them in book 5 of the main story: when Deuce and Epel are reconciling on the beach, a bunch of delinquents from another school come along and start checking out Deuce’s borrowed magical wheel. Through the NPCs’ exchange, we learn that one of them has enough magic to power a magical wheel, but not enough to do much else. This NPC also couldn’t keep up in class and dropped out of a magic school. He then becomes insulted when Deuce implies he is “a beginner”, so this is obviously a very sore spot for him. Riddle also has dialogue that implies students dropped out of NRC prior to his reign (and since then, no Heartslabyul students have left). Additionally, consider how magic can be used to oppress and lord power over others. Deuce himself is guilty for summoning cauldrons to crush rival delinquents in fights back in Clock Town—even if those delinquents lacked magic themselves. Similarly, Epel is implied to use magic to gain an upper hand against those that bullied him back home. This all implies a social divide between those with magic and those without, and begs of bigger questions.

What happens to the ones that don’t make it? The ones that get left behind? The ones without the magic to make it “big”? This is the root of Fellow’s anger; he’s mad at a system that cast people like him (someone with very little magic) and Gidel (a non-mage) aside. They don’t get the opportunity to make better futures for themselves. They’re looked down on by high-up institutions that basically tell them they’re not good enough.

Knowing all of this, the deck appears to be stacked against the poor and non-mages. It’s no wonder why Fellow is so mad.

THIS ACTUALLY RELATES BACK TO WHAT ROLLO SAID IN 5-2 OF GLORIOUS MASQUERADE… "When you have too little [magic], you're resentful. And when you have plenty [of magic], you're arrogant. You can never content yourselves." The NRC boys are arrogant (this is the side of the story we’ve always known due to seeing the world mainly from their perspective). They are the “haves”, and we see them constantly misusing their power by fighting each other over very petty things (even if it’s against the rules to do so). But everyone else??? They’re scrounging for the scraps. Fellow falls into that former category; he IS the guy that’s resentful because of his lack of magic and how something he cannot control has already determined where he and Gidel will stand in life no matter how hard they work. They can never hope to rise out of poverty, and there’s nothing they can do about it. That must be soul-crushing.

When Fellow praises the NRC boys in that overly exaggerated way, he’s obviously being shady and facetious—however, there is also a kernel of truth behind this behavior. Most other NPCs we’ve met have spoken about the NRC boys favorably just because of their affiliation with a prestigious school. It’s the same way people might be impressed if you walked around in an Ivy League branded hoodie or something. People automatically associate you with the school’s shiny and exclusive reputation, and thus assume you are also intelligent, talented, etc. Then, in the same way being constantly put on a pedestal like this might result in the students getting swelled heads, this only further feeds into the NRC kids’ egos. They so privileged they don’t even recognize it. And that makes Fellow fucking FUME.

Look back at Fellow's dialogue. He is constantly mentioning the prestige of the school the boys go to, or adding on extra compliments about their status and skills. He's ass-kissing to his boss, who is also wealthy or part of the upper class, then insults the boss once he hangs up. Fellow is always in a position where he HAS to be subservient to the upper class in order to make his money and get by, and he finds that entirely unfair. Imagine having to simper and placate people you absolutely despise and blame for your problems every day, people who are gorging themselves on luxuries, coasting by in life, taking everything they have for granted while you get by on pennies—that has to get frustrating.

I want to briefly mention here that, in addition to praising the NRC students to high heaven, Fellow also talks down his own skills. He cheerfully calls himself a loser and says that no matter how much he trains, he could never reach their caliber of magic. Yes, Fellow is exaggerating to get the kids to think they’ve won, but I also have to wonder if he’s parroting the same phrases he was told long ago, from people who doubted him and never thought he’d make it. If that’s the case, then I get the sense that Fellow is in a way “reclaiming” his autonomy and power by adopting those same cruel words and using them as a strength. He admits to being “weak” but is also proud of the fact that he can utilize his magic along with his natural charisma to get a leg up over others. It further fuels his new belief that going to an elite school doesn’t matter, it’s practical skills that will serve you well.

Okay, back to talking about his shitty work situation! Fellow’s employer clearly doesn’t treat him with decency. They berate him, make unreasonable demands, act impatient, etc. They are a typical depiction of a toxic workplace and boss. This can also be read as shorthand for the relation between the rich and the poor, and how that may have shaped (or worsened) Fellow’s views on others of the privileged class. He makes many assumptions about the NRC students without really getting to know them, calling them entitled brats. Why? Because these descriptors likely apply to the higher-ups Fellow has always slaved away for. This, in combination with his own experiences in being rejected from magic academia, has created a person who feels trodden on by society and by the upper echelons who run it and benefit off the system.

Fellow himself is the perfect example of someone who was failed by said system. He has dialogue stating that he was never given the chance to learn because his magic was not considered strong enough. Still, he tried to make an effort to earn that chance among to elites and to study among them. Fellow was rejected, ridiculed, and told he had “forgotten his place”, what he had been born into. There were expectations he couldn’t meet, and so Fellow was thrown away like a broken toy. He has failed not because he didn’t try, but because he was denied the opportunity to begin with. This is where is rage stems from. Fellow despises the students of those same kinds of institutions who kicked him down, students who don’t realize how fortunate they are for their educations and will likely continue to perpetuate the system.

What, then, does that means for his signature spell, which is closely tied to one’s identity? Let’s take a magnifying glass to it. As previously mentioned, the name for Fellow’s spell is written as “Rose-Tinted Dream”, but it is said out loud as “Life is Fun”. The chant for it is, “Come on to the theater” (notably said in English rather than in Japanese). Both the spell and the incantation are references to the song Honest John sings in Pinocchio, Hi- Diddle-Dee-Dee. And… well, the whole UM in of itself is one big cruel joke given his circumstances now.

I think this spell is representative of a young Fellow still full of hopes and dreams, looking forward to studying at a magic school. But then those dreams are shattered and he has to commit terrible crimes to survive day-to-day, and he seems to have given up on his dreams. He even goes so far as to protect Gidel from having the same hopes he once did, telling Yuu to not put silly ideas in his head when Gidel expressed curiosity about school. At the same time, he delights in crushing the hopes of those he deems his enemies (stating that he wanted to betray Kalim to “teach him a lesson” about how cruel the world is). Fellow knows the truth: that life isn’t fun, that it will disappoint you and will put you down. His actions are very cowardly as well—he uses tricks and deception, he runs away from his problems instead of properly addressing them, the NRC students remark on his lack of pride. Fellow has had to throw away so much to scrape by. Yet his UM symbolizes someone brimming with hope—so perhaps it’s a UM he manifested when Fellow still thought he had a chance?? And then people made fun of him for it being so weak?? Alternatively, maybe he didn’t get his UM until after his dreams were crushed so he’s looking back on those nostalgic days of blissful ignorance with rose-colored lenses (which is, again, maybe why his UM magic name is written as “Rose Tinted Dream”). A UM that is a reflection of one’s true self, yet that same identity is one that has been forced to be discarded. That’s the reason why, despite all the swindling and scamming, I don’t think Fellow’s enthusiasm for fun is a lie. That’s the one “real” part of him, but even that’s been repurposed to help him live on scraps, something innocent twisted 😭 and that’s really sad to think about…

But also??? You could argue that Fellow still has a little bit of that lost inner child and hope left in him. He tries to defend Gidel’s understanding of the world and has goals of starting his own school despite how poorly he originally spoke about these institutions. (So Fellow does appear to care about children and their futures.) He also has a childish streak despite being an adult, demonstrated by his use of cowardly tactics, taunting kids, and abruptly quitting his job to then destroy his workplace. Fellow himself states that he “just tries to live a free and fun life”, thus his pursuit of money and pleasure. This could all play into being what defines Fellow and thus his UM. It embodies a spirit of playfulness even when he has been crushed under the weight of an unglamorous life.

I’ve heard people saying that while Rollo is Idia’s dark mirror and Fellow is Ruggie’s. They have similar backstories but ultimately their fates are different and left the former two down far more sinister paths. Just as Rollo is an Idia that turned his anger outward instead of inward, Fellow is Ruggie had he not been given a chance to receive an education to elevate his social status and job prospects. Fellow and Ruggie both cling to rich, powerful benefactors/bosses and do their dirty work to get on by—a big difference is that Leona, while he does also work Ruggie to the bone, also has some conscience. Something else to consider is that while Ruggie prioritizes making a life for himself by studying and securing a stable, well-paying job, Fellow is focused moreso on the accumulation of wealth itself (as he suggests to Kalim he’ll take a bribe to let him go free and quits when there is no longer money to be gained from his boss). Both don’t really care how they get their money (even if it is by dirty means), but ultimately Ruggie’s way of making cash is more sustainable in the long run. Yet Fellow ultimately realizes the importance of school deep down despite constantly denying it when the NRC students tell him of it. Fellow is in denial because that’s the only way he can cope and justify his lifestyle. He’s confused when finally confronted with students who are his ideal of “happy and free”, even when they’re in an educational system that he views as shackling people into strict roles. The way he laments about not being able to go to school is also very reminiscent of an adult mourning a lost or unfulfilling childhood, which is quite a depressing scenario…

Fellow is the one that got the short end of the stick in life. Ruggie met Leona, and Leona technically uplifted him in his endeavors, tutored him into getting decent grades and giving him hand-me-downs and money in exchange for his services. Fellow never had that kind of support system, he was just insulted and bullied into giving up and had to find an alternative way to keep himself going 😔

Personally, I think Fellow could also be a dark mirror to Kalim, no?? They exist on opposite ends of a social spectrum. Kalim has everything and Fellow had nothing. What’s more, Kalim is still wide-eyed and trusting. He is the only one willing to try words instead of fighting him and instantly labeling him as the enemy. Meanwhile, Fellow has become bitter because of how the world has betrayed him. He wants to take that trust Kalim has and show him how cruel everything truly is. Why is he fixated on that? Why even offer in the first place if he never intended on going through with it? Why does he want to rub it in Kalim’s face in particular? Maybe it’s because Kalim seems rich and dumb, as Fellow claims, but maybe it’s because there is envy there. Sure, Fellow is upset about Kalim being a sheltered brat that faces no challenges in life, but I also feel like he’s jealous that Kalim can still afford to think this way. That he can still afford to be cheerful, that he can still be a dreamer. Fellow was alluded to be like that once—but he can’t be like that anymore, not when he has to look out for himself and Gidel.

Side note, another comparison! Recall that Kalim’s Oasis Maker is also a UM that uses a little bit of magic. However, Kalim does not know of many creative ways to use his spell, as there is no real reason to since his home country has lots of canals and irrigation. He therefore deems his UM as pretty useless. Fellow meanwhile has what most consider a weak UM but he fully utilizes it to his advantage and pairs it well with his natural charm to maximize its effects. He had to develop these skills because he was in pressing circumstances in which they would benefit him. This contributes to the “mirror” theme between the two.

Fellow and Kalim have a notable similarity as well, and this is where I feel they can connect. They are both older brothers to a child or children who are magicless. Fellow only has one, and Kalim has many—but the number here isn’t what is important. What is important is that Fellow and Kalim think the world of their siblings and want to support them. To that end, Fellow is willing to be cruel and step on others, and Kalim is all sunshine to keep their spirits up. Fellow has suffered through great poverty and insults and Kalim has survived so many attempts on his life, yet they’ve developed distinctly different approaches to the worlds that have embraced them. Kalim’s wealth could afford him protection and luxuries, so he’s able to live carefree with others tending to his needs. The same isn’t true for Fellow, and so he came out far more spiteful and resentful.

Thinking about it, it’s ultimately Kalim’s words that convince Fellow to turn on his employer. (The other boys certainly wore Fellow down and planted the seeds of doubt, but it’s Kalim that I believe fully resonates with Fellow.) He can so happily talk about why he loves school, even though he doesn’t do well at it (something I presume is also true of Fellow, since he is lacking in tons of magic). It’s not said in a particularly articulate manner, but it’s so candid in its presentation. Kalim is relating to him based on similar skillset (or lack thereof) and sharing fond memories of his time at school, reviving the hopeful “lost child” in Fellow. Kalim is probably the first wealthy person in a long time that was friendly, kind, and supportive to him. And here he is, reassuring Fellow his dreams are still possible, to not give up. That’s the final nail that allows Fellow to be “honest” with himself and his inner child. It’s what leads to that slew of irresponsible actions at the end of the event (letting people free, blasting the amusement park, driving a sinking ship, etc.).

At the end of Stage in Playful Land, we see that Fellow never really let that childlike side of him fully die. (It seems to have been concealed under a desire for money and appeasing his boss.) He shares his dream of creating his own great school to give educational opportunities to non-mages and mages with low magical reserves like Gidel and himself, a school that teaches practical life lessons. He wants to promote his own ideals and to change the system he hates from the inside out. This was never communicated to us before most likely because Fellow had renounced those ideas in favor of blind hatred and a lack of faith in the world and those that dominate it.

Fellow also acknowledges that life may be even more difficult for him and Gidel going forward, as now they lack the money for even food and no longer have jobs. Furthermore, they need to worry about their ex-employers coming after them for what they’ve done. Even so, Fellow faces it all with a smile and reassures everyone that they can transfer or visit to play… “on this shining stage called life”. He and Gidel are able to walk away with their whimsy preserved, and can still be that which they’ve always wanted to be: dreamers.

All of this is to say that Rollo was right all along about magic, he never misses—

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lurkingshan · 5 months

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Japanese BL Starter Pack

It’s been awhile since I dropped a rec list, so I am here today to share one that is very near and dear to my heart—a Japanese bl primer for those who are new to the jbl game. I created this for @neuroticbookworm to help her on her journey when she decided she wanted to start getting into Japanese works. The fandom (on Tumblr and generally) tends to focus primarily on Thai shows because they are the easiest to access for international fans, since Thailand is working its way toward world domination via ql media and wants us all to be able to watch. But there is a lot of great stuff to watch beyond the easy access Thai channels, and Japan is the country where this genre originated, so its shows are important for anyone who considers themselves a bl fan. Japan doesn’t cater nearly as much to the international audience so tracking down the shows sometimes takes some ingenuity and can-do spirit, but that’s part of the fun!

And so, the list! Bookworm is about halfway through it and having a ball, so I figured it was time to stop hoarding it and share it with anyone else who would like to dip their toes into jbl and isn’t quite sure where to start. A few notes:

I am not here to teach you about the deep roots of the jbl genre or give you a primer on yaoi manga. I am by no means an expert and there are other places to find that information. Start here with this great post by @nieves-de-sugui and then maybe wander over to @absolutebl to read up more on the evolution of the genre.

This list is by no means an exhaustive accounting of every important Japanese bl ever made; it is simply a nice sampler platter of the cream of the crop among various styles you will find in jbl. Watching through this whole list will not only expose you to some fantastic shows, but also give you a sense of what makes jbl unique and how the country’s style differs from others, and point you toward the types of jbl you’ll like most (they tend to put shows in pretty specific style and tone lanes and once you find the ones you like there are lots more where that came from).

If you’re coming to this post as a jbl lover and you don’t see your favorite here, I promise it’s not because I don’t love it very much; I simply had to make some choices to get this down to a reasonable shortlist. Feel free to leave extra recs for others to find!

I’m putting these in a loose suggested watch order that will take you through the various jbl lanes in a kind of popcorn style, because I always think it’s good to change it up so you don’t get too stuck in one mode, and it works its way up to most of the extremely Japanese stuff (you will know what that means by the time you finish). But do what’s in your heart and change up the order if you want, friends, I am not the boss of you!

Cherry Magic (Crunchyroll or grey)

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I believe everyone on Tumblr is pretty familiar with this one, which is not a coincidence—this is one of the most accessible jbls. Not in terms of actual access to watch it, mind you (we’ve all jumped through shady internet hoops to watch it) but in terms of its content and style. Cherry Magic is a classic workplace romcom with a magical twist, and it is charming af. It’s a great exemplar of Japan’s light and zippy comedy lane for bl—a lane in which, importantly, the romances stay chaste even when the actual plot is about sex, or lack thereof. My friend @waitmyturtles would kill me if I didn’t make sure you know that Cherry Magic also has a lovely follow up film. And bonus: there is now a Thai remake airing so if you watch the original you can get in on the discussion about the different adaptations between countries. This is pretty easy to find these days in all the usual places, but I strongly recommend watching it here.

Old Fashion Cupcake (Viki)

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Moving on to a slightly more mature workplace romcom. Old Fashion Cupcake, another Tumblr favorite, is an age gap boss-subordinate romance, and it’s both very adult and somehow wholesome af at the same time. Sure, there is a lot of carnal desire going on here, but there is also a lot of wooing via fluffy pancakes. It’s a tight five episodes and a fantastic example of what Japan, with its extreme technical precision in writing, directing, editing, pacing, and acting firing on all cylinders, can do in two hours. There’s not an ounce of flab on this thing and you’ll want to watch it over and over again.

Utsukushii Kare (Viki)

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Time to get a little weird! Weird is a key feature of Japanese media, and lots of jbls explore unusual relationship dynamics rooted in complex psychology. This is the first show on the list that will likely feel very Japanese if you’re new around here—my advice is to lean into it and finish the show, even if you get uncomfortable along the way. In Japanese media, discomfort always serves a purpose. This is a high school story with a twisted relationship at its center, and I’m not saying any more than that. Don’t spoil yourself and go watch it! This one also comes with two sequels—one short second season and one movie—that continue from the original story. They are less essential but still excellent.

I Cannot Reach You (Netflix)

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Next up, another high school tale, but with a totally different vibe. This show is kind of a revelation in its willingness to tell a story about overwhelming desire—including sexual desire—with young protagonists. It’s rooted in a classic but often misunderstood trope, friends to lovers, and takes the angst of it seriously, giving us a low stakes story that feels extremely high stakes to our leads. It’s also gorgeous and uses a classic Japanese visual style (bokeh) that you’ll be dying to learn more about.

His (Viki)

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Time for a break from high school, and we’ll sprinkle in a movie for some added flavor. His is a jbl film featuring a second chance romance between a stoic, introverted man who moves to a remote town to start over, and his ex-boyfriend who follows him there unexpectedly, adorable child in tow. Importantly, this movie does not take place in what we often refer to as the “bl bubble” where homophobia doesn’t exist; the leads’ experiences of being gay men in a homophobic society are hugely important to the plot and themes of the story. It’s a beautiful film and I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve watched it. @bengiyo would surely also like me to tell you that this film follows a brief prequel show called His: I Didn’t Mean to Fall in Love about the characters originally meeting in high school; I do not think it’s really necessary to watch it but completists can start there.

The Pornographer series (Gaga)

By now you should be ready to get into some classic Japanese fucked up psychosexual material, right? Right! The Pornographer series is told in five installments in this order:

The Novelist, a six episode miniseries

Mood Indigo, a six episode prequel series

Spring Life, a 15 minute short

Pornographer: Playback, a two hour film

Spring Life Continued, a 15 minute short

Confused by that distribution model? So say we all; sometimes Japan likes to make us work for it to make sure we really appreciate its many gifts to us. The story across these installments is about a very difficult to love protagonist, what makes him the way he is, and the also-unhinged-but-in-a-different-way man who finally gets through to him. It’s an extremely satisfying love story and one of the best character arcs I have ever seen, full stop. For this one, you’ll want to just pull the word problematic out of your pocket and store it in a drawer; nearly everything that happens in this story is problematic and that’s the point. Lean in! All of these installments except for the film are on Gaga, if you get that far hmu and I will supply you with the final puzzle piece.

Our Dining Table (Gaga)

You could probably use a break after those last two, so it’s time to shift over to a heart-tugging twofer: family trauma mixed with the cutest shit you’ve ever seen. ODT is an example of another classic type of Japanese show: the food drama (you will see the GOAT in this category at the end of this list). In Japanese culture, food is love, and the act of preparing food for your loved ones is a common path to romance. You’ll love this story about an isolated office worker who meets a pair of brothers, learns to cook as a way of connecting with them, and begins to heal from his own trauma as a result. The image above is a scan from the manga, which @troubled-mind curates to make extremely cool comparison sets like this one. Many jbls are faithful adaptations of yaoi manga source material, so it’s good to have a bit of familiarity with them.

Minato’s Laundromat (Gaga)

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Japanese media loves to explore taboo, and often manages to do it in a way that is surprisingly light and chaste. This is an age gap romance between a teenager and his adult neighbor that explores internalized homophobia, emotional repression, and falling in love across seemingly impossible social chasms. It’s also a great example of old school yaoi seme-uke dynamics that still show up across the bl genre. Also, take my advice: end your journey with this one with the first season and just pretend season 2 doesn’t exist.

Eternal Yesterday (Viki)

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Remember what I said about weird? Time to do that again, but with a heaping dose of grief and pain on top. It’s not a spoiler to tell you this show involves a major character death; a major character death is, in fact, the root of the entire story. This is a magic realist tale of first love turned tragic, and it will hurt and heal you. It is one of my favorite dramas of all time.

Restart After Come Back Home (Gaga)

And now for a break for your poor exhausted brain. This film is basically the jbl version of a Hallmark original movie, about a city boy who goes back home to the country and falls in love with a total sweetheart while working together on a farm. Enjoy it, bestie, you’ve earned it!

Tokyo in April Is… (Gaga)

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You’ve probably noticed by now that emotional repression and failed communication are big themes in Japanese works. This second chance romance has plenty of both, and it’s a great example of a kind of muted emotional style that Japan does so well, where the surface of the story seems almost placid and calm even as deep emotion roils underneath. This one (and Eternal Yesterday above) are part of a special line up of jbls on Japanese channel MBS called Tonku (Drama) Shower. The shows air one after another in the same time slot on Fridays (in Japan, perhaps Thursdays for you depending on where you live) and you truly never know what you’re gonna get, but they’re all interesting. Warnings on this one for sexual assault and trauma.

The End of the World With You (Viki)

Time for sexy and weird again, but even more so! This has to be one of the most unique bls ever made; it goes to some truly divine and strange places, and it feels incredibly queer while doing it. Made by the same screenwriter/director of the Pornographer series with a lot of the same sensibilities, but in a more heightened apocalyptic setting. This one has existential angst, a road trip, a redemption tale, and a variety of interesting side characters in the mix.

What Did You Eat Yesterday? (Gaga)

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Congratulations, you’ve reached the end of the list and your reward is watching one of the best bls of all time, and a perfect slice of life food drama to boot. WDYEY now has two seasons (along with a couple specials and a movie that fall in between) because the universe clearly loves us. You can now get it on Gaga for easy access but I’m partial to the versions over at @kinounaniresource for better subs. Wherever you watch, settle in to get cozy with Shiro and Kenji and make sure to always eat before you hit play.

#shan recommends #cherry magic #old fashion cupcake #utsukushii kare #eternal yesterday #our dining table #minato’s laundromat #what did you eat yesterday?#tokyo in april is...#his the movie #the pornographer #japanese bl #jbl starter pack

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[Warning- Angst, Cheating, smut but not written, crying, alcohol consumption, more crying, suicidal thoughts, people not knowing meaning of privacy, Hayden being a bitch]

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Y/Nfan1 They're cropped out. Harry and Y/N didn't want their faces to be public yet.

Y/Nfan3 Is it just me, or have you guys also noticed that Harry has not seen with kids for a long time

Harryfan3 Maybe he's busy with new album and stuff

Y/Nfan1 No me too

Y/Nfan2 @/Harryfan3 he was seen with his friends at pub few days ago

Harryfan5 Aww she bought flowers for Harry

*****

They say that when someone dies, their whole life flashes before their eyes. The good, the bad, all moments move in front of their eyes like a movie, that's how you felt when you opened the door of your bedroom.

A movie of your marriage dying.

You were going through your day like normal. Your shooting had ended early, so you decided to pick up the kids from school and take them out for ice cream. They were now standing in the kitchen. You could hear their muffled giggles while you stood upstairs in front of your room like a mannequin watching your husband scramble and quickly put on clothes.

"Fuck- Baby I can explain-" Harry tried to approach you, but you couldn't look at him or react to his words. Your eyes remained trained on the woman lying on the bed, on your bed. Sheets up to her chest, her head perched up on her arm while she looked straight in your eyes without any shame or remorse. Oh no, she had a smirk on her lips.

"Kids are downstairs," You motioned with your thumb downstairs, "I- I'm going to drop them off, and then we will..." You couldn't complete the sentence. You felt like your body was on autopilot as you went downstairs and ushered the kids back to the car, your and Harry's four years old daughter asking why she couldn't see her dad and what could you say?

"He has some important work to do. Why don't you guys have a sleepover at Elliott's tonight?" You asked them, putting all your acting skills out there to hide the waver in your voice. Elliot was your ex-boyfriend and father of your eldest son Emiel.

"Yayyy" Amie clapped her hands, excited to hang out with her best friend. Meanwhile, Emiel stayed silent and looked at his mom from the passenger seat. You knew he knew something was wrong, considering he was older and much more aware of his surroundings than your little girl.

You just sighed and kept driving to Elliott's house. Soon enough, they arrived at the familiar small cottage-esc house. You got out of the car and then unstrapped Amie from the seat belt. As soon as you put her down, Amie ran towards the door and knocked on it, being too short to reach the doorbell. Emiel laughed and picked her up so she could ring the bell.

Soon enough, Elliot was opening the door with the biggest smile on his face. "If it isn't my two favorite people," He exclaimed and pulled both of them in hugs. Behind him, his Fiancé laughed at his antics, and she smiled a bit, too.

"Mom said we're having a sleepover!" Amie screamed near Em's ear, making him groan. It's then Elliot looked up, his blue eyes met her tired ones, and he knew something was wrong considering they were friends for a long time.

"Em, why don't you take her inside with Bran?" He smiled at his son, and Bran took them inside, talking about something.

"Are you okay?" Elliot immediately asked, and you shook your head. Your brain was still too jummbled to speak or to cry or to be angry or even comprehend what had happened.

"Why don't you come inside for a second and drink some water? I fear you might pass out from the way you're looking so pale." He looked at you concerned, and before you could protest, Elliott pulled you inside.

You sat on the dinner table and looked out to the garden, finding Em holding Amie in his arms, her head on his shoulder. The tiredness of school and excitement finally caughting up to her and knocked her out.

You took your phone out and clicked a picture, them being the only hope she could grasp on at the moment.

Elliot didn't ask any questions. He understood that if you wanted to talk, you would. He just stood there as emotional support staring at their kids as you drank the water.

"I might need them to be here for a few days before I sort things out. I hope you don't mind." You asked Elliott, looking up at him sadly. "You hurt me, sucre. Of course I don't mind." He shook his head and pulled you in a hug.

*****

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*****

When you arrived at you-Harry's house, the sun was setting. You was dreading the conversation that was bound to happen. Six years went down the drain in a few hours.

Your whole life felt like a lie.

Harry was sitting on the couch when you walked inside. A major part of you hoped he had some explanation, that it wasn't what it looked like or that it was just a mistake. But when you walked more inside and saw her there still after everything, your heart cracked a bit more.

"Y/N," Harry breathed out, his voice coming out in heaves as if he's out of breath, but you knew him. You knew he was just nervous.

He looked so young when he was sad, his eyes droopy yet shining, the mess of curls and clenched jaw reminded you of the early Harry who stole your heart.

Now, he reminded you of the one that broke it.

"Why is she still here?" was asked first thing first you asked. Harry looked behind him, and Hayden just shrugged and plopped down on the kitchen bar stool eating chips while scrolling through her phone.

"Emotional support for him after you leave" She said with a wink pointed at Harry.

"I just thought it would be better to talk with all of us here," he said, fiddling with his fingers, as if searching for a ring on his ring finger, but there wasn't one. Now that you think of it, you hadn't seen him wear it in so long.

You should have seen the signs.

All you could do was nod. You sat down far away from him on the loveseat, which was ironic cause there was no love in the atmosphere.

"I-" Harry started but couldn't. He closed his mouth again and opened it again, gaping like a goldfish. He looked at you, and you looked at him. Your husband, the person you loved the most after your kids, your first love, your everything.

"How long?" You asked, looking at Harry with dead eyes. It had nothing in them, no spark, nothing just lifeless saphire stones to see.

"Five months," Harry said, looking down at the rug, unable to look into your eyes.

Five months...

They were at your parents' house for Thanksgiving six months ago. The first time, he met Hayden after being with you for almost seven years. He never met your sister, and there was a reason for that.

"Thanksgiving," you mumbled out to herself more than to anyone. He fell out of love with you for so long, and you didn't even know.

"Why, Harry?" You finally asked. You still couldn't cry. No, you still had no expression on your face. You felt like a ghost, pale, feelingless, breathing ghost.

"I don't know," He said, his own lips wobbling.

"I'm going upstairs, babe. Come when you sort this out." Hayden said, walking towards the stairs like she owned the house, "See ya, sis!" She yelled from the top of stairs.

Awkward silence sat between them. The lovers who were laughing, kissing, and playing with their kids just this morning are now sitting in a souless house with a dead relationship.

How can things change so fast?

"Y/N" Harry called you softly. You looked up hopefully, thinking he would say it now, say anything to save whatever was left. You could make a home out of ashes, but for that you did need the ashes.

"I think it's better if you stay here. The kids will not be able to adjust somewhere els-" Harry spoke but stopped when he heard a sniffle.

For the first time since you walked in on them, tears flooded down your face. In just a moment, your eyes were blood red, glistening with tears.

"Where will you live?" You asked with your wobbling voice. A frown took over Harry's face watching you cry, but he was to blame for that.

"I didn't mean for it to happen this way Y/N" he said guiltily.

"Then which way did you want Harry?" You shouted at him, "Having one of our kids walk in on you two, or were you thinking of running away with her? or just wake up one day and throw divorce papers on my face?" You asked, your crying increased, making you choke on it and go into coughing fit.

Harry on instinct went to help you, but you raised your hand, stopping him. "Don't." You shook your head and stood up, calming down your coughing fit.

"I just thought I would talk to you," Harry mummbled his head down, looking at floor.

"You thought you would talk to me. Was this thought came before you stick your dick into my sister or after that?" You asked him clearly angry. You were still crying, your knees felt weak, and your head felt dizzy.

"Harry, we still have time. I- we can still be together just throw her out of house and never see her again. I will not go to my parents' house but please." You fell down to your knees sobbing. You wanted to save the only real thing you ever had, the only person you ever loved, who had been through her thick and thin. You needed him. You needed him for the kids.

Harry was looking down at you sympathetically, his own tears falling down. He felt too much shame to look in your eyes when you looked up at up for answers.

"I don't-" He choked a bit, "I love her Y/N" He whispered.

The final nail was in, the corpse was six feet under, there was no ashes to make home from.

You stilled on the ground, then a loud sob broke from you. You cried with your legs tucked to her chest in a fetal position on the floor. Harry came beside you and brought you to his chest. This time, you didn't move away or push him. You clutched onto his shirt, fully sobbing into it.

You digged your nose into his neck, and the shirt smelled like you. Even after everything, he still smelled like you, but it didn't matter now, did it?

The two lovers cried, holding each other, knowing that once they broke away. Everything else would also be broken.

You didn't know how long it had been. You just knew Harry's shirt was fully wet with your tears, and all you could hear was his heartbeat.

You pulled away from him and looked up in his glistening green eyes and after everything for some reason your eyes held hope.

Maybe it was denial after all they do say it's thr first stage of grief.

But you still knew you had to get out of this house. So, you got up and fixed your clothes to best of your knowledge, tears still falling from your eyes.

You didn't say anything just made your way towards the door concerning Harry. "Y/N were are you going?" He asked following behind you.

"Kids are wt Elliot's" Was all you said as you got into the car and drove off. You didn't know where you were going but you just wanted to go far away from all this.

You weren't a mother who knew her daughter didn't go to sleep until she told her a bedtime story or a wife who just got cheated on by her husband. No, you were just a broken soul who got betrayed by a person who vowed never to hurt her.

You drove in autopilot like you have been for the whole day, how you were alive you didn't know. How many cars and trucks you have doged you didn't know, you didn't even know where you were.

It was a bridge of some kind, you would thinking living in this place for so long would grant you the knowledge of where you are but you didn't know shit. Parking on the side of the road you turned off the car and pulled your windows down. The night cold air filled up the car, making your nose and ears red immediately.

You looked around the place, the small city lights twinkling in the diatance, people returning to their homes. Many who will return to a empty space many to someone waiting for them but you? You lost your home.

Having so much money and fame couldn't give you back your home.

You cried, you cried until you couldn't. You cried until all the tears were drained and all there wad left was a ragining headache and heartache.

You got out of the car and stood near the bridge. Your hair blew in the cold air and somehow you knew you have caught cold. You hugged your coat closer to you searching for any type of warmth.

Putting your hands on the metal bridge you leaned into it more. The rings you were wearing clinked against the metal making you look down to your hands and there it was the pretty diamond he especially got made for you, the one that once held a promise, a promise of faithfulness, love and family and some how in just couple hours you lost all of that or maybe you lost it six months ago just didn't realize it.

You took it off. It didn't held any meaning now did it?

You started crying again. It felt like once the dam broke, it didn't want to stop, but maybe that was for the best. You had kids to be strong for.

Oh god the kids...

What were you going to tell them? Maybe Harry would come back for the kids? He didn't love you but kids? He would come for them, right?

You were soo consumed in you misery you didn't realize your phone was constantly ringing in car or the texts or that from cross the bridge couple of girls were taking your pics.

*****

Harry was getting scared.

When you left the house, he thought you would go to Elliot's house, but you weren't there, and now both of them were constantly blowing up your phone to get a hold of you.

You were in no shape of driving. He should have stopped you, but like most of his decisions, he had nothing to do but regret on them.

He walked back to the couch and plopped down. Hayden was still in the bedroom upstairs. The bedroom that was once yours and his. It felt wrong cause it was wrong, wasn't it? But he loved Hayden, so it has to be right? right?

He looked up from his lap, and his eyes went straight to the flowers sitting on the coffee table. It was a habit of yours to bring something home whenever you come back home early. Mostly, it was flowers or the sushi from the sushi place you both love and went to on your first date.

His heart grew heavy as he picked up the flowers, which might be the last one he ever receives from you. Before he could examine them more or cry over them, a pair of hands were taking them out of his hold.

"C'mon baby, let go to bed. I'm tired" Hayden pouted just like you used to, her same yet different eyes as yours looking back at him, and he couldn't resist. He gave her a somber nod and stood up, making his way upstairs. Once he was out of eyeshot, Hayden threw away the flowers in dustbin and happily made her way to the bedroom.

*****

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User1 Why she looks so sad?

User2 I met her..it was my friends who took the picture. I tried to tell them not to but they didn't listen.

User3 What happened?

User2 She looked sad and tired. I mean it's hard being mom but she her usual aura was down like she's usually so chirpy and happy but she looked like she didn't want to be disturbed so we didn'task for a picture.

User3 Yet you invaded her privacy and took her pictures

User4 Is it just me or did anyone else seeing that she's not wearing her wedding ring?

User3 Omg yes I didn't realize

*****

You didn't know when you got here. All you know is Elliot somehow found you and brought you back to his house. He left you in the guest room and asked you to call him if you needed something.

You tossed and turned for hours in bed, or maybe it had been a few minutes, time didn't exist for you anymore. You got up to go to the kitchen and get some water when you saw the wine bottle. The temptation was bad, your fingers were itching, and your mouth went dry.

If there was any time to get wasted, it was this. The evil little voice in your head said and you gave in.

You took the bottle out of the cellar and sat down on the floor with your back against the kitchen counter. You brought the bottle to your lips, your hands shaking so badly that you almost dropped it.

The first drop felt like heaven. Like an old friend, you meet after a long time who you cut off cause you knew they were toxic, but the feeling of sweet reconnection and nostalgia still felt like bliss.

You were so in your head thinking about wine that you didn't see Bran coming to the kitchen or watching you from the doorway. He wanted to stop you but knew it wasn't his place, so he went back to his bedroom where his soon to be husband was sleeping.

"Babe," He shook him lightly, "Babe, wake up" He said a bit loudly, making him whine and grumble. He felt bad for a bit cause Bran knew that things have been hard, the school wasn't doing so well so he had to work extra but right now you needed him and Bran knew Elliot will blame himself if something happened to you.

"What happened?" Elliot asked, "I think you should talk to Y/N. She's is in the kitchen.." Bran paused, "Drinking".

That woke Elliot up, "But she hadn't drunk ever since she got cl-" "I know that's why I said go talk to her before things get worse"

You were halfway done with the bottle when Elliot came back to the kitchen. You were hitting the back of your head against the counter, filling the silent kitchen with a thumping noise.

"Y/N" He called out softly and for a second he wished he didn't. You looked like a mess your already ruined makeup was now in shambles, your eyes blood red and your lips were adoring a drunk smile.

"Put the bottle down Y/N you're hurting yourself" Elliot said, sitting next to you. You rolled your eyes and took a big gulp of the wine again.

"My life is already ruined. What's the worst can happen now?" You said laughing, but there was no humor in it. It was hollow like you felt. A hollow shell.

"You want to tell me what happened?" He asked quietly, trying to take the bottle from you by distracting you.

You burst into tears hearing his question. You wanted to tell him, tell him everything that happened, but your brain was not letting you talk. Like keeping it to yourself will make it go away. It was still in denial that it really happened.

"I don't know how to," you said in between sobs. Elliot pulled you to his side, his hand rubbing up and down your back, trying to soothe your crying.

"Harry-" you said and sobbed harder. "You want me to call him?" He asked, but you just shook your head.

"C'mon sucre tell me what's going on." He urged you to tell him. As time went by, Eilliot became more and more concerned. It wasn't like you to cry so much over a fight. You were the one who mostly solved them. So, it had to be something big for you to be here and crying rather than with Harry.

You stared at him for a few seconds, contemplating if you should tell him, but who else would you tell? He was the only friend you had except your little brother who was miles away in Sydney.

So you told him. You told him how your shooting wrapped up early, how you picked up kids, and went home to surpirse your husband only to get your heart broken in the worst way possible. How your husband of five years and almost seven years of love was now in love with someone else and that someone else was none other than your sister.

"I'm going to break his face!" Elliot seethed and scrambled to get up from beside you, but you took his arm and pulled him down back beside you, having no doubt he actually would.

"It will do nothing but harm to you and to him." You sighed, wiping your tears. You started to hate the feeling of being sober after crying, so you took swing of your wine again.

"I just don't understand how and what went wrong." You said staring at the cupboard's golden handle, "We were so happy this morning. I went to shooting, and he dropped kids to school I-" You choked on the lump in your throat.

"Do you think maybe he's doing this to get back at me for leaving him to go to Venice last minute?" You asked Elliot, "Do you think it's just a elaborate prank, I mean you know how Hayden is, she's bitch I won't be surprised if she came up with the idea of this prank."

Elliot looked at you with sad eyes, his hands rubbing your arms affectionately. "If it's a prank then it's one fucked up prank sucre so no I don't think it's a prank" Elliot said sadly looking at your sleepy eyes.

"It has to be. I mean, we were talking about having another baby after my shooting ended. Why would he want to have another baby if he didn't love me?" You asked him, hoping to get any just any answer to soothe the ache in your heart.

"I think you should ask that to him once you get a bit better. For now lets get you to bed" He said, taking the bottle out of your hand amd you let him. The physical and mental exhaustion of day caught up to you, and pairing that with wine had you sleepy.

Elliot carefully placed you on the bed and then put a glass of water and painkillers on the bedside table, knowing you would have a bad hangover since you drank after a very long time.

Sleep engulfed you soon enough, and you dreamt of the time your life wasn't in distress.

*****

Harry woke up in the morning and smiled when he felt soft hands around his torso. It was the part of the relationship he didn't experience with Hayden, but now he could do it as much as he wanted.

He turned around and pulled her in a lazy kiss, which soon turned heated and led to his boxers flying off from bed and his hands trailing around naked her body earing soft sounds from her.

Both of them fell asleep again. Harry woke up around 10 am to a hungry stomach. For a second, he was about to yell for you cause you always brought him breakfast in bed on weekends. Only to realize his mistake, but before he could feel bad, his eyes fell on similar blonde hair, fanning your his pillow, and he forgot everything.

He took a quick shower and got ready to get some coffee and breakfast. He decided to wake up Hayden to ask what she wanted. "Babe, wake up. I'm going to get breakfast. Do you want anything? " He asked her, getting a grumble in reply.

But then Hayden woke up fully alert. "I want to go with you!" She said excitedly, "I can finally have all for me please" She said pleading and how could he resist her?

She went to ready while Harry sat on couch downstairs going through his phone, but when Hayden took too long, he went to look for her.

He heard hushed voices behind the closed door, "Babe, are you ready?" He called her and opened the door. She stood there with a bright smile, her hair side parted with a white t-shirt and blue jeans much like his outfit.

"C'mon, let's go!" She said and took his hand in hers. Harry smiled and went with her. They sat in the car, and Harry brought her hands to his lips and drove off.

They arrived the hidden cafe they went most of the time cause it was in small area where most people didn't recognize him and there were no chances of him getting caught.

He ordered his usual, and so did Hayden, but as soon as they got out of the cafe with their food, the flash of the camera went off and then another. Harry went into full panic mode cause not only this will go back to you but to the whole world and quickly took Hayden's hand running to his car, dodging questions, and camera flash both.

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Y/Nfan2 That's Y/N's sister wtf

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Y/Nfan2 they're not that close, Y/N told in an interview.

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Harryfan4 they look a lot closer for my taste🤨

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Harryfan4 I hope it's not what I'm thinking it is after seeing Y/N's pictures from yesterday

*****

Meanwhile, you woke up with the worst headache of your life. Thankfully, there were medicines and water beside your bed cause your throat felt dry as a dessert.

You walked out of your room groaning at the amount of light filtering through. "Good morning, sleepyhead." You heard your son say laughing.

"Good morning, mum. We made pancakes!" Your daughter squealed and held up pancakes with both of her hands above her head. You laughed and kissed her cheek.

"It looks delicious, baby and good morning to everyone," you said with a smile, forgetting about your pain for quite some time until your daughter asked you when they would be going home.

"What you got bored of me so fast?!" Bran fake hurt while you stood their staring at her thinking when were you going and where were you going cause you could go anywhere you wanted other than your home.

You were in literal, psychological, and in every sense homeless.

"Let mum have her coffee Amie, you know how she's without it." Elliot joked, and Bran picked Amie up, taking her to the living room to keep her busy, and Em followed them.

You took a mug out of the cupboard to make coffee while Elliot sat there looking at you with pity.

"How did you find me yesterday?" You asked, wanting to change the look in his eyes.

"Oh some girl posted you on twitter" He said biting into his pancake while you made your coffee.

"Someone posted me?" You asked and groaned when he nodded, "My manager is going to kill me"

Great now, top of a cheating husband. You also had to deal with getting your crying pics off the internet and deal with an amgry manager.

You took out your phone out of your jeans, which were getting uncomfortable as time passed.

But nothing matched the uncomfortable and shattering hurt you felt when you saw the trending topic of twitter.

They were already parading out? It had hardly been a day, and he was already over you? Did he not think what will happen when tabloids will find it? which they already had found out making their own stories.

Did he not think what kids will think when they will see it? Em was 14 he knew everything and had a phone of his own. What were you supposed to tell him if he asked you? you didn't even know yourself what was going on.

Your head started pounding more than before, and you could feel the migrain coming in . Even though you knew you had to talk to him, you couldn't today in any shape or form.

Your sadness was slowly subsiding now, and as your headache grew, so did your anger, and you knew it was going to be shit show happening in front of everyone.

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Co-Host part 4

Part 1 here

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Warning - smut

The moment Lucy left, the girls had spoken non stop throughout the week. At first it was a stream of texts, until Leah decided that took too much effort and would rather see Lucy’s face. They had FaceTimed every day, mostly after training or before bed, talking about their days or not talking at all, sharing the calm silence between them.

The energy between them had shifted, it felt like it did that first night in the hotel room, when both girls dropped their guards. But it was even better then that, it felt like their relationship had jumped up a level, it felt like both girls could breath, like a heavy weight had disappeared, and a light air had settled between them.

——————

A week later and Lucy was on her way to pick up Leah for their first official date.

She had thought about it all week. She didn’t want to do anything too outlandish or over the top, she wanted to keep it simple and do something Leah would actually enjoy.

Then it came to her, cinema and bowling.

Classic.

It was the top tier first date for anyone, and it even involved a bit of a competition, that of course both girls loved.

Lucy knocked at Leah’s door, waiting for the blonde.

The door opened to a very cute looking Leah. She was wearing an over sized white shirt undone, with a loose white crop top, revealing her toned stomach. She finished it off with a pair of loose baggy jeans and brown converse. Her blonde hair in a pony tail.

Leah was nervous, she had been nervous the whole week, she was finally getting to go on a real date with Lucy. She had wondered what a date with the brunette would be like for a few years.

She stood at the door way looking at Lucy, who was also looking very cute. She was wearing a black over sized T shirt, with cream cargo trousers. Two thin gold chains sparkled on her neck, finishing it off with white Nikes. Her hair nearly parted in her famous bun to finish it off.

“Hey.” The blonde smiled sweetly at the brunette, closing the door behind her.

“Hi.” The brunette smiled shyly.

They embraced warmly, both girls holding on a second longer, just wanting to feel the others body.

Leah pulled back, her heart racing a little harder.

“So, where you taking me? I’m excited.”

“I was thinking cinema and bowling?”

Leah’s smile widened. “Oh I’m going to beat you, I’m amazing at bowling. You don’t know what you’re in for.”

Lucy laughed, it was nice to see Leah a lot more laid back, something she hadn’t got to experience face to face in a long time.

“Pshhh, yeah, yeah. You wish.” Lucy grinned ear to ear.

Both girls laughed, each catching small glances at each other.

Considering both girls had seen each other naked plenty of times, also having sex countless times, there was a nervous, shy exchange between them.

It was a weird feeling, going on a first date with someone after you had already seen their come face hundreds of times.

——————

In one of the rare occasions when they actually spoke after a night of sex, the girls had spoken about films and shows they liked. Lucy had remembered Leah mentioning that she was a marvel fan, and luckily enough, so was Lucy.

Marvel had a new film out, so of course Lucy got two tickets for them to watch. She also bought the largest popcorn for them to share, but even with such a big box they found themselves constantly touching hands.

Not that either girl minded.

During the film Lucy would find herself staring at Leah, it was mostly after a funny scene. She'd watch the blonde laugh, she loved how her her eyes wrinkled from her smile. Lucy couldn’t help but catch herself smiling at the sight.

The film came to an end and the credits rolled up, but of course neither girl moved. Leah scoffed as other movie goers got up to leave.

“Why don’t people know that there is a whole scene after the credits?” She rolled her eyes.

Lucy chuckled softly at the girls annoyance.

“Maybe cos they’re not as nerdy as you?”

Leah faked a gasp. Throwing the end of the popcorn at Lucy.

“Erm no. Nothing about Marvel is nerdy, thank you. And neither am I.”

Both girls laughed loudly. As the credits finished Leah grabbed Lucy’s hand.

“Shhh it’s starting.”

Lucy had held Leah’s hands plenty of times, in many different ways. She had felt the majority of the girls body, but Leah’s hand in hers right now felt completely different, the butterfly’s were flying hard in her stomach.

Lucy smiled and whispered. “Nerd.”

Once the film was finished they made their way to the bowling alley next door.

Leah rubbed her hands, smirking at Lucy.

“I’m really good at bowling, so don’t be too upset when I beat you.”

Lucy laughed as she finished putting their names in the computer. She walked up close to Leah’s face.

“I actually can’t wait to beat you. Do you not know who you’re playing with? I don’t lose.” The older girls smirk was playful, showing off her pearly whites.

Leah wasn’t sure if it was the excitement of the competition or the excitement of having Lucy so close to her face that made her heart rate spike.

Either way she wanted to wipe that smirk right off of Lucy’s annoyingly gorgeous face.

The girls started their first round, both starting of strong, but neither hitting a strike. By the last round Leah was in the lead by only two points, but she was making sure to remind Lucy every five minutes.

And of course Lucy wasn’t happy, she was shocked at just how good Leah was. She never normally would have to interfere with any game or competition she was in, but Leah’s teasing was getting the better of her.

It was now Leah’s turn, she waited for the machine to release the dark green bowling ball she’d been playing with throughout the game. Just as the ball was released she felt a strong body behind her back, a familiar perfume taking over her senses.

“Thats not too heavy for you, is it?”

Lucy was pressed up against Leah’s back, breathing down her neck. She dipped her fingers into the dark green ball, trying to make a show.

Leah shivered, she watched Lucy’s dexterous fingers dip into the holes, giving her flashbacks of nights when Lucy had those exact fingers inside her.

“I don’t want you to hurt yourself Lee.” Her voice was deep and full of mischief.

Leah knew what she was doing, and annoyingly it was working, she let out a deep breath trying to gain some composure.

“No, it’s definitely not too heavy, thanks. You can go back on the bench now.” She smirked.

Lucy chuckled, she pressed her front a little deeper into Leah’s arse.

“No problem, just wanted to make sure you don’t hurt those precious fingers of yours. They’re important to me.”

She felt Lucy move away, but her presence still stuck to her. She turned around to see Lucy back on the bench, a wicked smile plastered on her face.

Fuck.

Leah walked over to take her turn, she tried to concentrate but Lucy was in her head.

She threw the ball, and before it even got half way it swerved to the side, hitting the gutter. All 9 skittles still standing.

She turned around to see a shit eating grin plastered on Lucy’s face.

“Ahh Leah, gutted for you.”

Lucy laughed as she stood to take her turn.

“You cheated! At least I know I didn’t have to mess with you to win.”

Leah sat at the bench, her arms folded in annoyance.

Lucy couldn’t help but feel a little bad, but seeing Leah sulk like this was maybe the cutest things she’d ever seen, she even had her bottom lips sticking out.

Lucy walked up to take her go, she took the shot as she normally did but this time she striked.

She couldn’t hold back the grin on her face as she heard Leah behind her.

“Are you serious?”

The blonde stuck her tongue between her lip and teeth in annoyance.

Lucy gingerly walked over to the blonde, trying to hold back the laugh.

Leah wouldn’t look at her, she wanted to prove a point. Until Lucy bent down, her face close to hers once more.

“Ahh I’m sorry Lee.”

Leah kept her eyes purposefully off the brunette, standing her ground.

“You play dirty Bronze.”

Lucy’s smirk was devilish. She gently cupped Leah’s chin, making her face her, so she had nowhere else to look. She purred her next words.

“You love when I play dirty.”

Leah couldn’t hide the shiver that ran up her spine. Hating that Lucy saw it for herself.

“How can I make it up you Lee?” Her voice was low and soft.

Lucy’s lips were inches from Leah’s, the brunettes eyes were staring at the blondes glossed lips. She looked like she wanted to devour her.

Leah couldn’t keep up the annoyance any longer, having Lucy this close to your face and not kissing her felt criminal.

She grabbed the brunette by her shirt and connected their lips together. Both girls moaning softly at the feeling of each other’s lips. It had been over three weeks since they last kissed, this was long overdue.

After a few minutes they reluctantly pulled back, they were in a public place after all.

“I’ve missed that.” Lucy bit her own lips, smiling at the girl in front of her.

“So have I.” Leah was a little breathless.

For a few seconds the girls stared at each other, just smiling, until their moment was interrupted by a group, cheering loudly a couple rows down, bringing them back to the room.

Lucy stood back up, a mischievous smile on her face.

“Right, next round.”

“Try not to cheat this time Bronze.”

They played one more round of bowling, with no distractions this time, Lucy kept her flirting to a minimum and Leah won the round by three points. Lucy being only slightly annoyed.

They wondered over to the arcade, both girls ready to show off their gaming skills. The pair were in their element.

Of course between two athletes and competitive gamers, they ended up winning an absurd amount of pink tokens. Lucy winning the most on the basket hoops, Leah secretly finding the sport sexy on the brunette.

Lucy used her winnings on a white teddy bear for Leah. It was the least she could do for her shenanigans at bowling.

Once they were all gamed out they made their way to an Italian restaurant Lucy had made reservations for. She knew Leah was picky, so she didn’t want to take her anywhere too spicy.

Throughout the meal they didn’t take their eyes off each other. The playful mood from earlier was turning into playful flirting. It was hot between them, the girls playing footsies throughout the meal.

They spoke about what happened between them these last few months. Both apologising every chance they could. It wasn’t too heavy, but it was needed. They both felt lighter, both gaining an understanding of the other’s point of view.

It was upsetting to now know if they had just spoken they wouldn’t have gone through all the heart break. But as they say, you live and you learn. They were just happy to be with each other now.

Their first date came to an end, Lucy paid the waiter and of course Leah tried to argue, but Lucy wasn’t having any of it.

Lucy hailed a black cab. The brunette mindlessly played with Leah’s hands as the spoke in the cab. Leah noticed the warmth in her cheeks from the touch, loving the feeling of Lucy’s soft side coming out. The side she had got a small glimpse of that first night.

The taxi pulled up to Leah’s house.

“Can you give me two minutes, I’ll be right back.” Lucy asked the cab driver.

“No worries.”

“Thanks,”

She walked Leah to her door, she really didn’t want to end it here but she knew she had to.

Both girls came to a stop, shy smiles plastered their faces. Leah broke the silence.

“I’ve had the best day. Thank you so much. And thank you for my bear” She held the toy close to her face.

Lucy smiled bashfully at the blonde. “You’re welcome. I’ve had such a good time.”

Leah pulled Lucy gently by her hands, closer to her face.

“Are you sure I can’t pay the taxi to leave now? And you and I finish this date off properly?”

Lucy bit her lip. It was very tempting.

“I want nothing more than to have my way with you, but I really want to give us time.”

Leah nodded, she knew Lucy was right, she wanted that too, she wanted more than what it was before. She just was so desperate to have Lucy.

“You’re right. Sorry, I know we agreed. I just…god I just want you so bad.”

Lucy chuckled. “I do too.”

Leah grabbed her hands kissing her softly.

“The next date is my turn.”

Lucy smiled. “Oh another date? I don’t remember agreeing to that.”

Leah laughed sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

“Okay, I’ll see if Ona’s about for a date. Im sure she’d appreciate me.”

Lucy laughed pulling Leah closer to her body.

“I’d love to go on another date.”

“Thats what I thought.”

They kissed once more, finding it hard to let go. Lucy made her way back to the cab. She waited until Leah was in her house before she got in the car.

She got her phone out texting Leah straight away. Also receiving an instant reply.

Lucy - God, that was hard

Leah - I know, I was close to dragging you inside

Leah - not in a creepy way

Lucy chuckled.

Lucy - so what’s the next date?

Leah - you’ll have to wait and see

Lucy - hmmm I can’t wait

——————-

The girls ended up going on a series of dates, they had gone to gigs, comedy clubs, pottery class and even a football match. Each date was better than the last, they grew closer each time, constantly finding out new things about the other.

It was also becoming harder at the end of each date to say goodbye without finding themselves pressed against a wall, tongue’s down each other’s throats.

It had been 6 weeks, and they had kept to their no sex rule, keeping it PG. A few kisses and make out sessions here and there, but the desperation was starting to show.

——————

On their next date Leah planned for the pair to attend a cocktail making class.

The girls were standing around a C shape bar, with a few other participants and a cocktail teacher in the middle. There was a bunch of fresh ingredients laid out in front of them, with some fancy T ools Leah had never seen before.

The teacher walked through the instructions on how to make their cocktails, step by step. The girls were enjoying themselves, now and again Leah was finding it a little hard to follow instructions and of course Lucy was making it look easy, and at times even sexy.

But it seemed Leah wasn’t the only one that had the same thought. A short blonde girl besides the brunette had been shamelessly checking Lucy out during the entire class.

Leah tried to not let it get to her, Lucy was beautiful. She was going to get people looking at her, Leah had actually already gotten used to women and annoyingly men, admiring Lucy, it happened a lot. But this girl was just a bit too bold for Leah’s liking.

The striker could hear the girl making unnecessary conversation with Lucy, Lucy of course was oblivious to the girls flirting or if she had noticed she didn’t lead on. She replied politely enough with a laugh or a one liner.

“Have you done this before? You seem to know what you’re doing. You definitely have the arms for it.” The blonde girl smiled.

“Oh, thanks.” Lucy smiled politely.

Lucy could feel Leah’s rage next her, watching as she cut the Lemon for her drink, gutting the poor fruit.

She knocked Leah gently, giving her a wink, she was happy to get a small smile from the girl.

By the third cocktail the blonde continued to flirt with Lucy, even though Lucy wasn’t giving her anything.

“Oh wow, your cocktail looks so good, do you think I could taste you? Sorry, I mean yours?”

The short blonde girl laughed, stepping a little close to Lucy.

Lucy was lost for words, she looked like a dear in head lights.

That was far enough for Leah.

Leah reached over to Lucys section, grabbing the cocktail and downing the glass in one go.

She smacked her lips loudly. “You’re right, that was delicious.”

Leah wiped the dribble from her chin. Going back to her own cocktail.

The blonde screwed up her face, muttering something under her breath, clearly pissed off. Leah looked back over at her smiling sweetly.

“But it didn’t taste as good as you.” She whispered it into Lucy’s ear but loud enough for the girl to hear.

Lucy gulped, she smiled wickedly at Leah, she was loving this jealous side to her.

That had shut the blonde up, she didn’t try and talk to Lucy again after that.

The class came to an end, so the girls made their way down to the bar part of the building, they ordered some drinks and found a small wooden booth lit by a candle.

Lucy was smiling at Leah, an amused smile Leah’s hadn’t seen before.

“Why are you smiling at me like that?”

Lucy chuckled. “I like jealous Leah. She’s cute.”

Leah ducked her head, playing with the beer mat, she couldn’t help but smirk. She was glad Lucy saw it as cute and not anything bad.

“Yeah, well. She was too much, she wouldn’t stop staring at you, talking to you. She was like a bitch in heat.”

Lucy really laughed then. She took Leah’s hands stroking it gently.

“Well, just so you know, I only have eyes for you.”

Leah felt her cheeks blush, thankful the table was lit by the low light of the candle.

“Good, glad to hear it.”

The girls spoke for a bit, they decided to stay at the bar as they were enjoying the vibe and drinks.

“Same again?”

Lucy nodded. “Please.”

Lucy watched Leah as she walked to the bar, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of pure happiness wash over her.

These last couple of weeks had been the happiest she’d been in a while. Every time she saw Leah, or got a text or call from her, she’d feel those dangerous butterflies in her stomach. She was all she thought about, her feelings were growing for the blonde more and more everyday, it was scary but she liked it.

Leah ordered their cocktails, she glanced over at Lucy, catching the brunette looking at her with a doppy smile on her face.

She looked over at Lucy every now and then, enjoying her view.

Like Lucy, Leah couldn’t help but notice just how happy she was in herself. She couldn’t deny it she was falling for Lucy, it was the happiest she’d ever been, she felt so comfortable around the brunette. She felt like she could be herself, no mask just her.

By the fifth glance Lucy was no longer alone.

Lucy looked up ready to see Leah, but the blonde from the class was now in front of her.

“Hey, I’m Erin. Let’s cut to the chase. I think you’re really fucking hot. I’m really fucking hot, so you should give me your number.”

Lucy had heard a few bad chat up lines, a few one liners that were even a bit bold, but that had to be one of the cringiest ones she’s ever heard.

“No, you’re alright. My girlfriend is hot enough.” She gestured towards Leah at the bar.

Even in this stupid conversation, Lucy liked the way she said girlfriend so easily.

Leah could tell from Lucy’s body language that she was uncomfortable but was being polite, it even looked like she nodded towards Leah, but that didn’t seem to deter the girl.

Erin didn’t bother to look at Leah, she clearly knew who she was talking about.

“Girlfriend? God, well I can be your friend surely? Aren’t you allowed friends? Friends that can fuck?”

Lucy felt herself physically back up in her seat.

Back at the bar Leah could feel the anger boiling up in her. Why did this girl not get the hint?

Just in time the drinks were made and Leah was back at the table in seconds. Lucy’s face brightened as she watched her marching over.

“Hey Lee. I was just telling Emily.”

The blonde cleared her throat “Its Erin.”

“Oh sorry. Erin that we a-hmm.”

Lucy couldn’t finish her sentence as Leah’s mouth was now on hers.

Leah held Lucy by the chin, sticking her tongue deep inside her mouth, licking and sucking every inch of her tongue, causing the brunette to moan.

Leah moved to straddle the brunette, she loved that Lucy wasn’t pushing her away, or stopping their kisses.

Lucy’s head was spinning, she was close to passing out from the lack of oxygen but she didn’t care, not when Leah was kissing her like this. She knew as soon as the blonde came over Leah was going to loose her shit and she couldn’t help but love this jealous side of her.

Leah pulled back, just slightly as she heard Lucy groan. She felt Lucy pulling her closer by her arse, she couldn’t hold back her own moan from the move.

She’d almost forgotten why she’d gone all out like this. She turned around to see the blonde still sitting there, she looked disgusted.

“Are you still here? Mate you’re not getting her, she’s mine. Fuck off.”

The girl looked shocked, she huffed, leaving the booth quickly.

Leah turned back around to face a very smug looking Lucy.

“I’m yours? Is that so?”

Lucy grinned from ear to ear, her lips swollen from Leah’s kissing.

“Well, I would have liked to ask you in a completely different way, but yeah. I do want you to be mine. I want you to be my girlfriend, if you want to be of course.”

It was the brightest smile Leah had ever seen on Lucy’s face. It made her heart race.

“I do. I definitely want to be your girlfriend. I just told her that you were my girlfriend, my very hot girlfriend.”

“Oh did you now?”

Leah’s smile was just as bright as Lucy’s, she leaned in to the defenders lips, kissing her softly. She continued.

“Shall we finish these drinks and head back to mine?”

Lucy nodded eagerly. “Please.”

They had just about finished their drinks by the time they started to drag each other out the bar. Leah couldn’t help but wink at the blonde while Lucy pulled her by the hand.

Her face was a picture.

—————

They tumbled into the back of a black cab, Lucy gave Leah’s address to the driver and within seconds her mouth was back on Leah’s lips. But it was over as quickly as it started. Both noticing the cab drivers eyes lingering in the rear view mirror, they kept their hands to themselves, not wanting to give the cab driver a show.

But Lucy couldn’t help herself, she glanced down at Leah’s beautiful bare thighs, thanking the gods the blonde had worn a skirt that day.

She traced her fingers slowly around Leah’s hot skin, watching the girl open her legs wider. Lucy couldn’t hold back the chuckle at Leah’s eagerness.

Leah’s breath caught in her throat, just this simple touch from Lucy was making her pussy throb. It had been so long since she last felt Lucy’s hands on her skin.

Lucy snaked her hand higher up the firm thigh, past the end of Leah’s skirt, she watched as Leah’s body reacted to her touch. She heard Leah make a small groan as she got a little higher, she felt her own pussy throb at the site.

Leah placed her coat over her lap, not wanting any wondering eyes to see what they were up to.

Her fingers hit the curve of Leah’s thigh, she could feel her lace underwear under her fingers, Lucy smiled to herself, she could tell Leah was wearing thongs.

She gently skirted her fingers across Leah’s lips, feeling the dampness of the fabric. Once again her smile grew, her beautiful, cocky smile plastered on her face. She whispered in a low voice.

“Is someone wet already?”

Leah felt her skin prickle with goosebumps, she hadn’t been touched by Lucy in so long, even the slightest touch made her feel completely on the edge.

“I’ve been wet since we met.”

Those words alone made Lucy want to rip Leah’s clothes off and take her how she wanted in the backseat of the cab, but she knew she couldn’t.

Well, she could if Leah could be quiet.

She pushed her fingers hard against Leah’s sex, knowing exactly where her clit was, causing the blonde to moan hard.

“Fuck Luce.” Leah gasped.

Lucy pushed harder, rubbing slowly against her sensitive clit.

Leah was in heaven, even if Lucy’s fingers wasn’t on her completely, it still felt amazing. But suddenly the feeling was gone, Lucy pulled her fingers back.

Leah blinked her eyes open in confusion, she looked at the brunette who had a mischievous smile on her face.

Fuck.

“You got to be quiet Lee, I’ll stop if you make another sound.”

“I won’t, please. Don’t stop.” Desperation stuck to her voice.

Lucy bit her lip, she got more comfortable and dipped her hand back in between Leah’s legs.

Leah bit her own lip, feeling Lucy rub against her again. She could handle this if she concentrated, she could keep quiet and not lose Lucy’s beautiful fingers.

But Lucy wanted more, she slipped her fingers under Leah’s wet fabric, sliding her fingers between Leah’s wet lips.

The gasp Leah let out was loud but she stopped herself quickly. She looked at the cab driver hoping he hadn’t noticed, and thankfully he didn’t. She chanced a look at Lucy, who had the audacity to be smiling at her.

But she didn’t stop her, she only opened her legs further, giving Lucy as much room as she needed.

Lucy watched as Leah bit her lip, holding in her whimpers, she looked amazing, she was concentrating so hard to not to make any noise.

“You’re doing so well Lee.”

Leah closed her eyes, she couldn’t look at Lucy, not now.

Then without warning, Lucy dipped a single digit into Leah’s cunt, her muscles tightened instantly around her finger.

The blonde let out a raspy groan, her eyes closing hard as she felt Lucy start to pump gently into her.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Lucy whispered.

Leah sunk down into her seat, wanting to feel Lucy as deep as possible. She felt a little self conscious considering she was in the back of someone’s car, but there was no way she could stop Lucy.

Lucy kept her pace slow, but deep. She watched as Leah’s face scrunched into a frown, still trying her hardest to be quiet. She could feel Leah’s cunt clenching around her, making Lucy’s own pussy wet.

She pushed in another finger, feeling some resistance, but it didn’t stop her, she pushed herself further inside Leah slowly pumping away.

Leah gasped, she gripped Lucy’s free hand, needing to feel the girl, she could feel Lucy stretching her.

Lucy kept her movements slow, she brought her thumb up, just barely rubbing small circles on her sensitive clit. She knew her slow movements wasn’t going to allow Leah to come, and that’s exactly what she wanted.

Leah let out a small high pitched whimper, as she felt Lucy barely touch her clit, it was painful how much she needed her.

She knew Lucy was teasing her, she knew she wasn’t going to let her come, but Leah was desperate. She pushed her hips up, trying to find the pressure that she needed, but of course Lucy pulled her thumb away.

“That’s naughty Lee, I didn’t say you could do that.”

“Please Lucy, please.” She hated begging so early on in their sexual activities but it had been so long and she was desperate.

Lucy looked hard at the girl, her green eyes were intense, only making Leah squirm more under her.

Before the blonde could say anything the older girl pushed perfectly on her clit, her fingers pumped harder, hitting at her g spot.

Leah’s head fell backwards, she let out a small moan, but Lucy was quick to remind her to be quiet.

“You need to be quiet Lee, you don’t want me to stop do you?”

Leah put her own hand over her mouth, in the best attempt to make it look natural. She closed her eyes once more, letting Lucy take her as she pleased.

She could feel the cusp of her orgasm building, her stomach tightening, she just needed a little more. But before her body could get any further Lucy’s hand was gone.

“Anywhere here?” The cab driver pulled up.

Thankfully Lucy replied, Leah was caught completely off guard, not realising they were already outside her house.

“Yeah, here’s perfect, thank you.”

Lucy tapped her card on the reader, she opened the door, putting her hand out for Leah to take, knowing the girl was probably on wobbly legs.

Leah took Lucy’s hand, her head was a complete daze, one minute she was on the verge of a glorious orgasm, and the next minute she was being pulled out from the back of the cab, feeling a little uncomfortable from her drenched thongs.

Suddenly, she felt Lucy’s strong body against her back, almost holding her up. Lucy snaked her hands around her waist, her mouth against her ear, tickling her skin with her lips. She whispered.

“God, I can’t wait to have you. It’s been so long. I’ve missed you.” Her voice sounded desperate, like she was ready to have Leah right there, on the street.

Leah shivered, she grabbed Lucy’s hand, dragging her to her door, she tried to be quick with the keys but Lucy was once again behind her, breathing down Leah’s neck, in the most delicious way.

They fell in the door way, both girls grabbing each other in a mess of hands and mouths, kissing where they could. Leah grabbed Lucy by her shirt, pulling her in for a hard kiss.

Lucy was more than happy to have Leah against her lips, he pushed her tongue in desperately, needing to feel Leah’s mouth.

Leah whimpered, Lucy was everywhere, Leah’s pussy was throbbing to the point of painful.

The girls were hungry for each other, it had been nearly three months since they last had sex, both parties were desperate for the other.

Lucy easily picked Leah up by the waist, Leah instantly wrapped her legs around the brunette, kissing each other deeply. Lucy walked the pair to Leah’s room, smelling the familiar smells of Leah’s house.

She guided Leah to her dresser draws, placing her on top gently, never stopping their kissing. She removed Leah’s shirt, leaving her in her bra and skirt.

Lucy bit Leah’s bottom lip, loving the whimpers that came from the blonde. She soothed her lip gently with her own tongue, sucking the pink flesh once more.

The brunette held Leah by her sides, gliding her hands up and down Leah’s body, feeling her muscles flex under her hands. She’d missed this so much She pulled Leah in closer, so she was on the edge of the dresser.

She looked at the sight of Leah in her bra and skirt.

Her hair was tussled her cheeks a blush pink, her chest heaving hard, her lips swollen from Lucy’s harsh kisses. She looked amazing.

Lucy placed her hands on Leah’s thighs, pushing upwards, she grabbed her ruined, soaked thongs, pulling them down her thighs. She threw the ruined clothing over her shoulder.

“I want to fuck you with your skirt on.”

Leah nodded, whatever Lucy wanted, she would do.

Lucy slowly pushed Leah’s legs further apart, never taking her green eyes off of Leah’s blues.

Lucy guided her hand inbetween Leah’s legs, finally back at the spot she needed her most.

The hiss Leah let out was loud, she was extremely sensitive, Lucy’s little game in the cab had worked up her body. The slightest touch felt like it was going to make her explode.

Lucy let out her own moan, she was a little shocked at how wet Leah was, she had seen the girl wet hundreds of times before, but this may have been the wettest she’d ever felt her. But she wasn’t complaining.

She circled her fingers, watching Leah lose her grip on it all, her face in complete bliss. Her eyes were closed tightly the older girl pushed two fingers into Leah’s cunt, not giving her anytime to get used to the feeling. She drove her fingers deep and precise into Leah, she felt the blondes long legs wrap around her waist.

“Oh my god! Lucy!”

Lucy began to kiss Leah’s neck, sucking on her skin, she was definitely going to leave a colourful mark. She kissed up to Leah’s soft skin, closer to her ear.

“I’ve missed you.” Lucy whispered.

She pushed her thumb against Leah’s clit, loving the loud moans escaping her mouth. Lucy couldn’t get over how good Leah looked, how good this felt.

This felt different to every time before, it felt like it meant something more, like she was allowed to feel something. She could feel her own walls were breaking down, her feelings were heightened.

“I’ve missed you too.” Leah gasped.

Leah was going through her own feelings, it was hard to concentrate with Lucy doing what she does best. But just like Lucy, this felt different, there was a sense of different sense of excitement. It felt like both girls were holding each other a little longer, their kisses had a little more longing to them.

Lucy snaked her hand up to Leah’s neck, holding her firmly as she pumped, she wrapped her fingers gently around her throat. She could feel Leah’s heart beating beneath her fingers.

“I’m coming, I’m coming Luce!”

She came hard on Lucy’s fingers, she could feel Leah’s cunts muscles twitch around her fingers. Her head slumped forward on Lucy’s shoulder, trying to catch her breath.

Lucy slowly removed her fingers. She kissed Leah gently, pushing her hair back.

“Hey, you okay there?” Lucy smiled at the blonde.

Leah finally sat back, revealing a doppey smile, looking a little dazed.

“I’m sooo good. My girlfriend just made me come so hard, I can’t feel my legs.”

Lucy laughed, she kissed Leah again.

“Glad to hear it. Do you think you could take the strap?”

“You have so much energy.” Leah laughed softly, still coming out of her pleasured daze. “You know I want the strap.”

“Good. You’re going to ride me, then before you come I want you to sit on my face.”

“Ergh Lucy, fuck. Please, please can we do that.”

Lucy helped Leah down from the draws, Leah could never get over just how strong Lucy was.

They helped each other get naked, stealing soft kisses inbetween each clothing that was removed. Constantly pulling each other closer.

Lucy got the harness ready, wearing one of Leah’s favourite 7 inch dildos, this dildo also gave the wearer pleasure, having a small vibrator that rubbed at your clit.

She rubbed a generous amount of lube and shuffled to the top of the bed, leaning her back against the head board.

Leah crawled after her, shimmying herself above the glistening dick, straddling Lucy.

Lucy leaned forward, sliding her hand behind Leah’s neck, pulling her in for a kiss. She loved having Leah like this, face to face, getting to see every detail of her face while she fucked her.

“You ready?”

Leah nodded, her concentration face was on. Her hands rested on Lucys shoulders as she slowly lowered herself on the head of the dick.

Lucy had one hand on the dick, the other on Leah’s waist, helping guide the blonde down.

Slowly, Leah pushed herself onto Lucy’s dick, feeling the slight stretch from the thickness of the toy.

She was thankful Lucy warmed her up before hand, it had been a while since she had anything this big in her.

Lucy stared in amazement, she watched as Leah’s cunt swallowed her dick, inch by inch, until her thighs were skin to skin with Lucy’s.

The younger girls shakey breath caught in her throat. Her frown line deepened as she tried to get used to the sensation inside her.

“Fuck.” Leah let out a shakey sigh.

Lucy’s hands lightly stroked up and down the blondes thighs, waiting patiently.

Leah gently moved her hips, a small whimper already escaping her mouth, she could feel her cunt twitching at the stretch.

Lucy snaked her hands up onto Leah’s hips, helping the blondes movements, not that she needed help but Lucy couldn’t keep her hands off of her girlfriend.

Leah started to move quicker, easing her hips upwards as she felt Lucy’s dick stroke her. She groaned hard, she kept her hands on Lucy’s shoulders, she could feel her strong muscles twitching under her hands.

“That’s it baby, you ride my dick so well.”

Leah got faster, completely used to the fullness inside her. She finally opened her eyes to a soft smiling Lucy. She felt her pussy squeeze at the sight of the brunette, the way Lucy was looking at Leah was almost overwhelming.

She moved her hips harder, moving forward to capture Lucy’s lips. She kissed her girlfriend gently, happy to have Lucy’s lips on hers again, she wanted nothing else just everything that was Lucy.

Lucy began to kiss Leah’s neck, her perfume drowning her senses. She began to move her own hips, making sure to keep in time with Leah’s.

She smiled against her skin, hearing the blonde moan from her movements, one of Lucy’s favourite sounds. She loved Leah like this, she loved her in most positions, but this one was intimate, having Leah’s face inches from hers, while she fucked herself with her dick. It was breathtaking.

Lucy pulled Leah closer to her, her hands on the strikers back. She ducked her head, capturing a perfectly perked nipple in her warm mouth.

Leah moaned louder, her hands gripping the back of Lucy’s head, both girls keeping up their movements of their hips.

Lucy moved on to the other nipple, swirling her tongue over the pink flesh, she could feel Leah’s back curve under her touch, pushing her closer to her chest.

Lucy let go of the nipple with a loud pop, she covered Leah’s chest with kisses, tasting her sweat that began to form of Leah’s skin.

Leah’s moaning got louder, her clit was begging to be touched.

“Luce.”

“Yeah baby?”

“Please.”

“What do you need Lee?”

“You.”

“You’ve got me.”

Fuck. Lucy loved doing this to Leah, making her beg or just making her talk before she gave her what she wanted, but Leah secretly loved it. It always made her orgasm more intense.

“No. I want to come, please.”

Lucy sucked on Leah’s pulse point, the girl was going to look like a Cheater tomorrow.

“Hmmm do you deserve it?”

“P-Please Lucy, give your g-girlfriend what she wants.”

That got Lucys attention, she smiled that beautiful smile that Leah loved.

“I like that. Say it again.”

Leah was sweating, her voice was raspy.

“Give your girlfriend what she w-w-wants. Ple…..Fuck. Lucy, fuck yes.”

Lucy had her skill full fingers on Leah’s clit, rubbing her just the way she liked.

“God Leah, you’re so beautiful.”

She captured Leah’s lips, swallowing a moan. Leah could just about form a kiss, she was going into over drive. Her thrust got harder, her hips grinding deeper as she felt Lucy’s magical fingers building up her orgasm.

Lucy hadn’t turned on the vibrator yet, but it had been rubbing at her clit throughout. She could feel her own orgasm slowly building in her stomach.

Lucy drover her hips hard, she could feel her own sweat on her skin. Her wetness between her legs started to drip down onto the sheets below.

She snaked her other hand into Leah’s hair, making her face the brunette.

“You got so jealous today. Do you know how hot it was, how fucking hot you are.”

Lucy’s accent was so deep and thick Leah nearly couldn’t understand her, something she noticed when Lucy was aroused.

“You’re mine Luce.”

Leah’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as Lucy’s fingers pushed harder on to her bundle of nerves, picking up the pace. The groan she let out was animalistic.

Lucy quickly switched on the vibrator. She wanted to come with Leah.

“I’m all yours Leah, no one else. Just yours.”

Leah nodded her head, she couldn’t form words right now. Her head tilted forward, her thighs shock as she felt her orgasm building.

Lucy rocked her hips hard, grunting as she chased her own climax, her clit was begging for release.

Lucy pushed Leah’s face to hers, needing to feel her lips. She smiled at the frazzled look on Leah’s face, it was absolute perfection.

And for Leah that’s what pushed her to her climax, a very hard and loud climax. Lucy’s beautiful smile, her mischievous gorgeous green eyes looking at her like she was everything and more.

She screamed Lucy’s name as she came.

Her orgasm nearly pushed her body to black out, it was one of the most intense orgasms she had ever had. She held on to Lucy’s shoulders, her head falling in her neck. She could feel her own juices gathering at the bottom of the strap.

Lucy watched her girlfriend come down from her orgasm, just barely slowing down her hips. She was close to her own orgasm she just needed a little more friction.

She knew Leah wouldn’t be able to hold herself up, she grabbed the younger girl by her hips, pushing them both over until Leah was flat on her back.

Lucy was still inside her, she laid over Leah’s body, driving her hips into the girl beneath her, so close to her own climax.

Leah’s body was in over drive.

“Luce.” She whimpered.

“I’m so close Lee.” Lucy husked.

Lucy grinded her hips, forcing Leah’s body hard into the mattress below her.

Leah gripped at Lucy’s back, holding on for dear life as Lucy fucked her into a mess of moans.

“Thats it baby. Just a little more, take it.” Lucy grunted in Leah’s ear.

Leah would take another hour of Lucy fucking her, if it meant Lucy would feel even a little bit of pleasure. She tilted her head back, whimpering from Lucy’s thrust.

Lucy sucked on the blondes neck, knowing it was a turn on for her.

“You- you’re so….so fucking go-good Lucy.”

She wrapped her legs around Lucy’s waist pulling her deeper, pushing Lucy into her own orgasm.

“Fuck. Leah!”

Her hips jerked into the girl below as her clit pulsated against the vibration. She pushed as hard she could, chasing her sweet climax.

She slowed her movements, still pumping into Leah, breathing hard into the younger girls neck, kissing her sticky skin. She could feel her own juices gathering at her thighs.

Her muscles felt heavy, as her body came down from the high, sinking into Leah’s hot skin.

“Oh my god.” Lucky chuckled with a slight rasp.

Leah laughed, kissing Lucy’s neck.

Both girls panted hard, trying to catch their breath. Lucy gently pulled out of Leah, quickly taking off her harness.

She crawled back on the mattress.

“I hope you’re ready to be eaten out.”

Leah bit her bottom lip, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, but she had a better idea.

“I hope you are too.”

Lucy raised her eyebrow, smirking at the blonde.

“Lay down.”

Lucy did what she was told, laying in the middle of the bed. She watched as Leah swung her leg over her body, sitting in a reverse cowgirl position.

She backed up, her knees either side of Lucy’s arms. Lucy instantly grabbing her waist, guiding her in the right spot.

“You’re dripping.”

Lucy licked her lips, eager to get her mouth on Leah’s pussy. She loved eating Leah out like this.

Leah chuckled as she felt Lucy pull her hips down, the girl was always so impatient. She looked down at Lucy’s abs, mindlessly stroking her hand on firm muscles.

She casted her eyes on Lucy’s pussy, still dripping from her last orgasm. She swiped her finger up through her lips, she felt Lucy jolt under her.

“Leah! Don’t tease.”

Leah giggled, she leaned forward her face inches from Lucy’s pussy. She lowered her own body so Lucy could reach what she needed most.

Lucy pulled Leah’s hips down, her tongue ready and waiting, she took a long broad stroke through her folds.

“Fuck, that feels so good.” Leah groaned.

Lucy started to lap at Leah, she was fully open for her. Every inch of her exposed for Lucy to have as she pleased.

Leah dipped her head, kissing on Lucy’s clit, she felt the girl buck again, she was clearly still sensitive from her previous orgasm.

Both girls were in heaven, the wet sucking sounds in the room were utterly filthy.

Leah started to grind her hips, as she felt Lucy suck on her clit, her juices dripped down Lucy’s chin as her climax started building.

Leah could tell Lucy was close, she pushed two fingers into Lucy’s cunt, pumping slowly, she knew Lucy loved coming like this, she loved having Leah’s fingers inside her when she came.

And the moan Lucy let out only spurred her on, she sucked and pumped hard into Lucy, in love with the moans that escaped Lucy’s mouth.

Lucy was finding it hard to keep her mouth on Leah, while she was fucking her like this.

“Lee, I can’t. I - I….can’t.”

“It’s okay Luce, let me take care of you.”

As Leah captured her lips back on Lucy’s swollen clit she felt Lucy’s hips thrust, her moans stuttering out. Leah pushed her fingers deep, hitting Lucy’s sweet spot.

The brunette squeezed Leah’s thighs, needing something to hold onto as her orgasm hit her hard, waves of pure bliss washed over her body.

Leah could hear Lucy coming, she smiled as she lapped at Lucy’s juices, swallowing what she could.

Lucy’s hips jolted, thrusting hard, pushing herself into Leah’s tongue, she moaned when she heard Leah slurping at her folds.

Lucy’s thrusting came to a slow stop. Her breathing escaping out in shorts burst, her limbs once more feeling heavy.

“God, your mouth is amazing.” Lucy’s voice was raspy and low.

The blonde smiled as she pressed light kisses to Lucy’s thighs, loving the way the girls body reacted to the touch.

Before Leah could respond her hips were being pulled down and her clit was being sucked by Lucy’s warm, wet mouth.

Leah bucked her hips into Lucy’s mouth, she was already feeling her orgasm build, it was already on the cusp. She could hear Lucy’s tongue, hear her swallowing Leah’s juices, it drove Leah into her own orgasm, it was fast but it was no less strong.

Leah screamed, grinding her hips, hard into Lucy’s face, at this point not caring if Lucy’s was struggling to breathe, her body needed Lucy’s tongue and she was going to get it.

She slowed her hips down, small shivers took over her body, she flopped to the left of Lucy, falling on the mattress.

“Don’t speak to me for an hour.” Leah blew back the hair out of her face, she was utterly wrecked.

Lucy laughed, she pushed herself on her elbows, she smiled as she looked over at the blonde. Leah was a beautiful site to see, her pussy and thighs glistening from her juices, her lips swollen and wet, from sucking on Lucy’s clit.

And this beautiful girl was now her girlfriend, Lucy had never been happier.

“Hey, do you fancy a shower? I’ll order us some food.”

Leah laid on her side, holding her head up by her hand. She looked over at Lucy, she couldn’t stop the smile that plastered her face. She couldn’t believe this gorgeous woman was officially her girlfriend, she actually got to call Lucy hers.

“Ohhh that sounds good, what do you fancy?”

Lucy smirked.

“You.”

Lucy dived forward, grabbing Leah, easily pulling her into her lap.

Leah laughed, she loved seeing this side of Lucy, it was a side many didn’t get to see.

Lucy captured Leah’s lips on her own, both humming happily.

“I fancy you, but I could also do with a burger.”

Leah chuckled and hummed in agreement.

“Same, burger sounds good. Just nothing with sauce or veg in mine, just a plain burger, with cheese.”

“Cool. I’ll order that now, you jump in the shower.”

“Okay, join me when you can.”

Lucy kissed Leah’s cheek as the blonde made her way to the shower.

Lucy glanced up, watching the blonde’s beautiful, perky arse walk out the door. She couldn’t help but bite her lip as the sight.

She jumped up, making her own way to the bathroom. Loving the squeak she got from

Leah as she grabbed her from behind

The burger could wait another 20 minutes.

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saelique · 3 months

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DAZAI OSAMU AS A FATHER

✦ — ft. the agency + chuuya ! ✦ — cw : fluffy fluff with a tinge of angst :0 uh- broken humour and bad writing :( english is not my first language ! uh. dazai gets beat up by chuuya, feminine pet names so reader is female :3 NOT PROOFREAD !

feel like he would wanna have one girl and one boy :0 [s/n] -> son’s name [d/n] -> daughter’s name! they’ll be twins cause why not? :V

he’s kinda of a 50/50. not the best but he’s definitely trying so that’s a point !

he would most likely would be the fun parent. always taking your kids out to play, letting them play with his hair and tying them up in silly hairstyles, or maybe just plain causes chaos with them.

he would sooo take them to the agency to bother kunikida (failed) and to also take them to visit the rest of the agency members and staff of course!

atsushi absolutely adores them! so that’s why you usually drop off [s/n] and [d/n] at his place. kyouka also helps with taking care the two of them which is the sweetest thing ever !

ranpo and yosano are like the fun uncle and aunts ! basically they take your kids out to everywhere. even missions. so that’s why they do get scolded by you quite often. but as long as they have fun and with the fact that they’re most definitely safe, why not just let them do it? (no one can get hurt with yosano’s ability soo no casualties!)

mmm kunikida is the so very strict uncle that secretly cares for them. it’s super heartwarming to see him interacting with [s/n] since apparently your son likes him the most for some weird reason. and of course, dazai always complains and whines about it. which is hilarious to you. considering [s/n]’s personality was very similar to dazai’s.

kenji is like a older brother figure to them! he even teaches [s/n] and [d/n] how to plant crops, etc. etc. but unfortunately they don’t really 100% listen to him. But kenji doesn’t mind at all! In fact, he even takes them out to the fields to have fun.

naomi and tanizaki…well…your kids definitely think they’re weird. no offense! they just…tend to…y’know..

fukuzawa and your daughter are super close! sometimes you think you would get diabetes from seeing them together. he would always teach her how to play chess, and in turn [d/n] tells him about what she learned recently in school!

and of course, chuuya knows all about them! despite not even meeting them! all thanks to dazai! of course, he’s happy for his ex partner. but sometimes it just gets too annoying so don’t mind it when your husband comes back home bruised and beaten, yeah?

“ouch- ouch-ow! lets just- ow!” Dazai repeatedly winces dramatically when you try and clean his wounds with a wet cloth, dabbing it on his skin as gently as possible. “you wouldn’t have to go through this if you just didn’t bother nakahara y’know?” you chuckle, “awww..but I wanted to tell him how [s/n] beat the living daylights out of a classmate that was annoying him :(“ you pause your movements, obviously in shock at what dazai just said. “[s/n] did what?” you asked, widening yours eyes before hitting your (stupidly loveable) husband in the head with the wet cloth, water splattered onto his clothes and hair. “ouch!” “I can’t believe you never told me! how could you?!” “dont worry! i took him out for ice cream!” “that’s not what I meant!”

ahem. anyways!

please please please don’t let dazai and your kids in the kitchen. they’ll practically burn it down to ashes without your supervision. and if they didn’t burn it down, the food would most likely taste horrendous. with horrible food combos.

but alas, you’re already used to their shenanigans. what could you do?

”I’m ba-what is this?” you froze at the sight of a black gooey looking dish, you had just returned from the agency to do something important and what you came home to was two children and a grown adult man stained with eggs, flour, etc. and a plate of suspicious food. “we made it for you mama!” your son exclaims happily while your daughter and husband nods. “…I’m not hungry right now.” you laugh awkwardly, trying to escape from eating whatever that was. “come on honey, it wouldn’t hurt by having a taste right? aaahh…” your husband takes a spoon, scoops some up and raises it to your mouth, seemingly enjoying the petrified face on you. “…fine..” you slightly wince when you say that, regretting for agreeing to eat what they made and without warning, dazai shoves the whole spoonful of food into your mouth as you splutter. after you somehow manage to swallow it all, clasping your hand over your mouth, you look up to see the trio very very…happy somehow. imaginary flowers and sparkles seem to shine about them. dazai was especially happy…goodness. he was the mastermind wasnt he? “mama! how did it taste?” [s/n] rushes towards you and looks up at you, a puppy expression on his face as you gulp. “v-very nice sweetheart.” you smile at him, still fighting against the urge to throw up all the contents. “Yay!” he cheered, running around the room “we did it!“ “haha.. no wonder ranpo told me to not go home yet..” you mumbled the last bit. “what was that, belladonna?” “nothing!”

…you got food poisoning in the end. not suprising at all. but whnever dazai offered to cook, you promptly tell him that you already ordered takeout.

and dazai would be so so so so so sweet with the twins when it’s their bedtime. like- he would literally hum a melody or read a story, whatever they like. and it just usually makes you chuckle at the sight of how gentle he was with them.

he definitely is really cautious with them since he’s always scared that they’ll slip away. same with you though, that’s why he likes to hug you like a koala when the two of you are asleep.

and when [s/n] or [d/n] has nightmares? he would try his best to soothe them, sometimes ending up falling asleep in their room on the floor.

but in the end, everything is peaceful and happy.

even though dazai may be far, far from perfect, there’s no one else you’d rather to be the father of your children ♡

it’s done ! :D yay! ‘m rlly srry for all the grammar + my English since it’s bad aaahhh T^T *sobs* but I hope u liked it <3 thank u for reading !! (tried my best to not make this too long) I suck at endings :(

#౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ 📔 : novels !#bsd x reader fluff #bsd #bsd x reader #x reader #Dazai bsd #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader fluff #Dazai x reader fluff #X reader fluff #fluff #x f! Reader #x afab reader #bsd x female reader #୧ ‧₊˚ 🎐 ⋅ : osamu !

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desires-of-chain · 9 months

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Sleepy and Divine

Finally back with the promised chronic pain/fatigue smut with Warriors! This has been my favourite to write so far - it turned out a lot softer and more tender than I had originally planned, and I'm super happy with it. Also very heavy on the worship kink which I will NOT apologise for. Who's gonna say no to receiving devoted love and attention from a handsome captain? Not me! I will slightly apologise for my blatant favouritism of the petname 'darling', which I only realised was a common thread through all of my fics about three quarters of the way through this one. It's just.... so good.

As with the other chronic pain fic, small psa for those not in the know: reader is aware of their own limits and both them and Warriors know how to handle anything changing - the sexytimes is informed. You do what you can with what you've been given, and sometimes that means having fun then sleeping the entire next day away lmao. Again, this is mentioned in its own way in the fic but I wanted to clarify. I also wrote this reader to be afab, but only the genitalia is described with any sort of gendered language, chest and pronouns left neutral.

With that all out of the way, onto the tender love making <;3

Content: AFAB reader, eating out, fingering, vaginal sex, Warriors' raging worship kink. Reader has chronic pain in their knees, chronic fatigue, and uses a cane.

Word count: 2776

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The bright lights are starting to get too much. The ball has been at full swing all night, dancing and joyous conversation in celebration of a recent military victory that your group had a hand in. Drinks are aplenty, food abundant, everyone in finery to honour the heroes of the land. But after hours of polite conversation, congratulations, and quite a bit of dancing with Warriors, you're approaching the end of your rope.

You try to follow along with the conversation you're currently having despite the fogginess coming over your brain. The women had approached you a few minutes ago to congratulate, praising your ability to keep up with the famed Heroes of Hyrule all on your lonesome, raving about your rumoured unique form of magic never before seen, and generally cooing over your relationship with the Captain. They’re quite lovely, all things considered, eager to know your talents and happy that you make the Link of this time happy - who in their eyes is a savior that deserves everything good in the world.

Speaking of…

Warriors sidles up beside you with a gentle hand against your lower back and a charming “Sorry to interrupt, everyone.” He’s wearing a gorgeous military jacket in his signature green, cropped at the waist and paired with tight cream trousers. His scarf is around his shoulders like always, but it’s been cleaned and repaired with the utmost care - you wouldn’t be able to tell it was the same one he's worn into battle countless times. He's also wearing eyeliner.

You make eye contact, and his brilliant smile momentarily wipes all exhaustion away. The ladies coo again.

“The man of the hour, so wonderful of you to join us! Your darling here has been great company, telling us about all the things you've seen on your travels together. Lake Hylia sounds like a great date spot, if you ever return, I'd say.”

“That sounds like a great idea. Unfortunately though, as much as I'd like to stay and chat, I came here to steal my darling away for a spell, if you don't mind?” He hits the ladies with his award winning smile, the one you can tell is slightly fake but very convincing, and it works immediately. They shoo you off together with a teasing “Have fun, lovebirds!” and just like that, you're being led away from the crowds and into the surrounding corridors of the ballroom.

Finally out of the sight of everyone, you deflate, leaning more heavily on your cane and closing your eyes. Warriors pulls you into his side, arm wrapping properly around your waist to comfort instead of guide. When you look back up, Warriors is already looking at you.

“Let's find someplace more comfortable, yeah?”

With a nod, a gloved hand intertwines with your own, and Warriors leads you down the halls. You assume you're headed in the direction of the room you were both given, but you don't pay that much attention to the twists and turns. You let yourself drift, losing all focus on everything but the feeling of Warriors’ hand in yours. You trust him to lead you.

You do, actually, arrive at the bedroom you were given as esteemed guests of the Queen, and you leave your cane by the door to head for the bed immediately. Oh, ever since you saw it this morning, you'd been longingly thinking to it all day, unable to wait to sink into the clean sheets and soft pillows and sleep for twenty hours. You flop face first onto the bed, doing the littlest hop to ensure you get the most of your body onto the high mattress. Warriors laughs at you from the doorway. You ignore him in favour of sinking further in. The sheets smell so good…

There's a dip in the bed where Warriors takes a seat by your thighs dangling off the bed. You twist just enough to peer up at him and meet a look of contemplation.

“Y’know, the plan was to steal you away from the party so we could have a different type of fun, but you look rather exhausted.” He tucks a stray hair behind your ear. “We can just cuddle and go to sleep if that's more your speed right now. I'm happy either way.”

You think about it. You are very very tired, but it's been weeks since you and Warriors have had the opportunity to be intimate. And he'll inevitably be dragged off early tomorrow for a meeting or some other bullshit, even if you're allowed a lay in. You wiggle a bit, take stock of your body, roll onto your back. You're already passed your limit - the extra half hour of sleep you'd get now isn’t going to be the cure to your fatigue tomorrow.

“You’ll have to do all the work.” You mumble, watching his face light up like a puppy being given a treat. He leans over and cups your cheek, his face inches from yours.

“I don't mind that at all. You sure you're up for it?”

You nod.

Lips meet tenderly. He's slow, gentle and caring, taking his time. You've done this song and dance before, of Warriors slowly building you up, taking the lead, and it always begins with being kissed like you're the most sacred thing in the world. Hands soon find their way into your hair, gloves soft against your scalp and thumbs at your temple soothing. If it weren’t for the heat against your mouth and the gradual stirring in your lower stomach, you'd be convinced he's trying to coax you to sleep instead.

You reach up and tug his scarf, urging him to hurry up at least slightly, lest you actually fall asleep, and he pulls away from your lips hesitantly.

“What do you need?” He asks, tone almost reverent. You whine. “Relax, darling, I’m right here. What do you need?”

“If I relax any more I will start snoring.” You grumble, and he chuckles.

“Message received, loud and clear. Let's get you out of this stunning outfit.”

He urges you to sit up by the shoulders, and gets to work undressing you immediately. The horniness ramps up three levels when, after fumbling one too many times with a fastening, he decides to pull his gloves off with his teeth to get them out of the way. You stare dumbly as he pulls your garment off your shoulders, watching him take in the details of your bare chest.

“I'm gonna worship you tonight, I think.” He runs his fingers down the length of your torso, the first skin to skin contact all night, just to make you shiver. With the gentlest push to fall onto your back again, Warriors leans over you, and with that same reverence as earlier, “I want to place my touch on every inch of your body, either with my hands or my mouth - alight every part of you with my love. Will you let me?”

You stare up at him wide eyed. You're speechless, fogginess stealing every thought away, only the feeling of awe and love spreading throughout your entire body. Your shoulders involuntarily scrunch up to your ears. You manage a nod.

Warriors leans down and nuzzles his nose against yours. “You're so cute when you're sleepy.” His lips meet yours again, just as gentle as before, but his hands whisper against your arms and chest this time, tracing invisible shapes and cataloguing every angle, every curve. You can't help but shiver again. When his mouth moves down to your neck, you gasp and close your eyes.

Drifting in the bliss of it all is incredibly easy with your eyes closed. You feel like you're on a cloud, each point of contact sending you further and further into it. All focus goes to breathing while your senses are overwhelmed with how Warriors navigates your body, kissing from your shoulders down each arm, holding and massaging your palms before placing a kiss on those too. The whispered compliments against your chest a series of prayers, gentle and profound and so sincere.

He eventually arrives at your hips, other half of your clothes still yet to be taken off. He kneels on the ground and gets to work taking those off you too, nudging you to lift your hips, and soon enough you are completely bare in front of him.

He gives your legs the same treatment as your arms, slowly and tenderly moving up with his lips. When he gets to your knees, he takes even more care, ever so carefully holding each leg to relieve the most pressure and pain, murmuring against them something your ears can’t catch, but you feel all the same. Your thighs sufficiently caressed, Warriors finally arrives at where you need him the most.

You're already wet, and when he parts your folds with his fingers you squirm at his hot breath hitting your cunt. Warriors simply stares for a moment…

And with a whispered “thank you…” places his mouth on you.

The whole night had been building up to this - Warriors’ tongue swirling your clit, gently lapping up your slick as he continues caressing your thighs with his spare hand. You can't think at all, completely lost in the pleasure of his touch, moaning openly as his tongue pokes your entrance. His movements are maddeningly attentive, slow and gentle and pushing you higher and higher. He continues to mouth thanks and prayers into your cunt, like your orgasm will be a divine blessing upon him, and gods, it feels divine. You're close. When his free hand moves to push into you and open you up with deft fingers, you're closer.

You know once you orgasm now you’ll be done for the night, though, so you weave your hand into his hair and try to pull him away from you. He simply moans against your clit instead, vibrations shocking another wave of pleasure through you, bringing you dangerously close to the edge. You try again.

Warriors looks up at you with hooded eyes and a love drunk smile on his face. You can't help but cup his cheek, thumbing some of your own wetness off his bottom lip. You have his full undivided attention, kneeled on the floor at your feet, and it drives you mad with lust. You have no clue what to say, but the realisation that he's somehow still fully dressed sinks in, so instead of speaking, you unwrap his scarf from his shoulders and drape it over your own like a blanket. Then, your hands move to pull his jacket off, and he chuckles and begins helping.

“Sorry, I got so caught up in your body I forgot you probably want to see mine, too.” Heavy fabric slides off Warriors’ shoulders as he stands to take off his boots and trousers, all garments being discarded to the floor without a care. You keep your eyes trained on every revealed inch of skin, admiring each scar and line and curve. Especially the slope of his waist, which you pull him towards you via when he's finally as bare as you are.

Scooting back up the bed so he can properly kneel on it and truly cage you in, you pull him on top of you and into another kiss. The scarf pools around your body, bathing you in royal blue that feels like a hug, and when Warriors reaches down to push his fingers back into your hole, you clench at it with your fists desperately.

“You're so beautiful…” Warriors gazes down at you with nothing but adoration. You look up at him and think the exact same thing. Words are not working for you right now, but you vow to say everything back to him tenfold as soon as you can. For now, you run your hands across his chest and hope he understands.

Three fingers full and getting close once more, you squirm and buck your hips into Warriors’ hand. When he pulls them out and leans over to fetch something from the bedside table, you whine.

“Just a few more moments, darling, then I'll give you what you need.”

He returns with a jar of lube, and begins prepping himself. He's been untouched this entire time, head red and dripping precum, and when he finally touches himself his face scrunches up in pleasure. The shaky exhale of his breath lights fireworks in your brain.

Sufficiently prepped, Warriors lines his cock up with your entrance. Your legs gently encircle his hips and you look up at him with pleading, desperate eyes.

He pushes in, and you see stars.

He's just as tender and gentle as he has been this entire time, curling around you and pushing slowly in, filling you up with his cock like he's afraid to hurt you. One hand is on your knee - the one that tends to give you the most trouble - and is holding it against his waist gently to make sure it isn't jostled. Compliment after compliment is falling out of his lips, praise like a prayer, a keen for your happiness. Gorgeous, stunning, beautiful, light of my life, they coat you in a blanket of love, simultaneously spreading from his lips, and where your bodies connect.

When he's finally filled you to the brim, his forehead meets the sheets next to your head. He groans as you clench around him.

“My god, I love you.” Warriors murmurs into your ear, and your brain cannot tell if it was simply an expression of gratitude and feeling, or if he was calling you his god.

“I love you too…” you whisper back, awestruck.

Warriors picks himself back up to make eye contact when he starts moving. The thrusts are slow, deep, intent on making you feel every drag and sensation inside you. His forearms bracket your head, hands weaved through your hair while you clench his scarf and tremble as waves of ecstasy spread through your body. The contact is overwhelming, the attentiveness of his hands and hips and mouth as he kisses your lips and jaw - you're so close.

He reaches down and rubs your clit.

“Cum for me, my love. Bless me with it. I want to feel you.”

What feels like divine heat and pleasure shock through your entire body as you orgasm. Warriors speeds up his thrusts slightly, caught up in you clenching around him and losing himself to it too, before pushing all the way in and truly filling you up. You twitch and fidget beneath him, trying to extend the feeling as long as possible. Pure love through your veins.

His head comes back down to rest next to yours, panting heavy in your ear as you come down from the high. You shakily bring your arms up - hands still gripped in the scarf - and encircle him in a hug.

In the wake of the high, fatigue returns. As does the ache of your body. With Warriors’ comforting weight on top of you, drifting into sleep is tantilisingly easy. Even when he picks himself up, knocking your arms to the bed, and begins cleaning you both up, that fog remains, pulling you down to dreamland.

You move at Warriors’ prompting just enough to crawl into bed with him properly, then you're out like a light in his arms.

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You wake to an empty bed and shuffling. Groggily opening your eyes, you see the slightest peek of early morning light through the gap in the curtains, as well as Warriors getting dressed in his usual tunic. You can tell it’s early, too early, and just like you predicted your love is being stolen away by duty. When he spots you awake, he smiles and sits on the edge of the bed next to you.

“Morning, sunshine. How are you feeling?”

You take a moment to assess. Still just as tired as last night, a bit achy and stiff all over. So, not the best.

“Bad.” You mumble. Warriors cards his fingers through your hair sympathetically.

“I have to go do boring work, but you can sleep all you want. I’ll get you some food sent up?”

“That sounds nice. Thank you.”

“Of course.”

Warriors leans down and kisses you on the forehead, before finishing up with getting ready. You watch him from the bed, slowly stretching yourself out and getting comfortable for a great pre-breakfast nap. Just as he reaches the door, you call out to him.

“Link?”

He turns to look back at you.

“Please let me return the favour for last night sometime soon. You deserve all that you gave me, tenfold.”

“There’s no favour owed, but I would love that. For now though, just rest. Dream of me?” Warriors winks playfully. You laugh.

“Always.”

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*bangs on a pot with a spoon* COME GET Y'ALL'S MEAL

🧙 anon strikes once more!

#submission #.bea answers #link x reader smut #link x reader #loz link x reader #loz x reader #link smut #🧙 anon

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ieatsmallorphansnamedtom · 1 year

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Hi hi hi! I only got Stardew a few weeks ago, and I absolutely LOVE Sam! A couple times while giving him gifts (lol "Hey I know you *just* got off work but look at this cool blue rock I found!"), I noticed him saying how much he hates working at JojaMart.

So what if the farmer offered him some cash to help on the farm instead? Yk, helping out with small things like watering plants or placing scarecrows and getting a cut from produce sold to get away from the corporate hellhole for a while?

Cue the two spending a lot more time together, and fluffy gardening romance. (Lol I think it sounds cute as hell ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

No worries if you don't feel like it, thanks!

Sam Working for the Farmer Headcanons

How could I not feel like doing this? I used to think about the same scenario lol. I really wish he'd (and maybe Shane) be able to work on the farm once you get close enough to them. It would make a good mod, too. Anyways, I hope you like it!

You offer the job to him right then and there in the Joja Mart. Partly because fuck Morris, and partly because you just can't stand seeing him suffer in that place. He laughs it off a bit at first, because surely you wouldn't ask him that here, right? Then he catches on and is, truthfully, a little taken aback. He didn't think anyone would ever want to offer him a job like that. If anything, he assumed his complaining would drive you away from offering him a place on the property.

Afterwards, he walks right up to Morris and quits. He sort of thought it was a full-time thing (or part-time, considering you already have so much automatic stuff) and didn't bother to think through the consequences of quitting like that. Shane is right there when it happens and if you're close enough with him has this utter look of betrayal.

Of course, before offering him the job for real, he needs to tell his family. Jodi is, well, less than pleased. She was just happy Sam finally had a secure job and pay. But she gets over it fairly quickly. She trusts you to know that you're not a corporate sellout like Morris or Pierre. Kent is a little more indifferent. He's only been back for so long and honestly has bigger problems on his mind. He's more so disappointed his son would give up a job without thinking it through.

You guys start work the next day. He comes up in his usual attire (a little unaware of how badly he's going to ruin it) and you guys get to it.

First up is the simple stuff. Watering crops, feeding animals, making scarecrows, and picking fruits. All the little things you don't have time for in-between mending fences and doing tasks for the townies. He's understandably very good at it. They aren't hard tasks. He particularly loves feeding the ducks. He tried to pat one and got his finger bitten.

You two get into water fights with the watering cans. It started with him accidentally spilling some on your shoes and you retaliating by pouring some on his head. You both ended up soaked in the end and had to call it a day early, but it was fun.

The second day consists of some longer tasks. It's mostly cleaning the house, removing animal poop, and getting rid of any annoying grass patches. You also give him a few tips with foraging. During his break he goes out to Cindersap forest and picks out a few leeks to show you. As reward for cleaning the house, he gets free range to five items in your fridge.

The third day is like a test day. It's him showing off everything he's learned. In reality, it's to give him a break from having to learn all these new things. He's rather proud of his work and gets a little gushy when you compliment him on it. You two decide to take the rest of the day off to hang out and enjoy some ice cream.

Though he knows it's why he's been employed, he hates to be all alone on the farm. There're a few reasons for this. One, he's a very social person and being alone drives him insane. Two, just a teensy tiny bit of him misses you and you alone. He jokes about it, but he really does value your company. It's getting to the point of rivaling his love for Sebastian and Abigail.

When you are there, you two spend his breaks together. It's always something new and fun you do, like trying out a new recipe or watching (and possibly making fun of) a new show. There's also been a few occasions of you two falling asleep in a hammock together. You've had to set up an alarm though, because once neither of you woke up until seven at night.

As for pay, I'd say he's getting a cool five hundred G an hour. I expect Joja Mart would pay somewhere from three hundred to three hundred and fifty, so it's certainly an upgrade. I mean, the farmer canonically never pays taxes and most farmers by the time of being close enough with Sam to hire him by just talking to him have a few extra G to spare, so it's not so crazy to expect them to pay that. He also gets some of your best crops (Jodi especially loves this).

Note: my rule for SDV currency is that G is x10 more than my country's currency (just use whatever currency your country uses), so that's 30-35 per hour at Joja Mart and 60 per hour on the farm.

Now, I know you requested fluff. And to my standards this is not fluff-ified enough. So, here's a comprehensive list of all the fluffy things you two do (plus what I previously mentioned).

Falling asleep in a hammock together. If this was during the pre-alarm era, you would almost always wake up to one of you cuddling the other. Sam was so flustered.

Watering can fights! As previously stated, it started with you pouring water on his head after he spilled some on your show. He's always sure to wear some older clothes underneath his jacket so Jodi doesn't get mad at him for ruining his nice clothing.

You two having little acting classes. This is especially common during the times he's cleaning the house. You two pretend you're some poor '60s couple or you're a rich homeowner and he's just the poor underpaid staff member. If you're comfortable with it, there can and will be some harmless 'platonic' flirting.

Him losing his crap over a giant crop. He walked to the farm one day to see the pumpkin he had been eyeing for Abigail had merged with the eight surrounding it. Then he sees you sitting atop it with a big smile on your face. He clumsily works his way up the crop to see the view with you.

On the days he works back late or when you come home early, he takes on a very caring role. He'll get you some blankets and medicine if you need it. He can't cook, but he does keep the junk food stock up to date. You two sit down and relax for a bit until you feel better. He gets time off work to spend with you and you get a bunch of dad jokes to make you feel better. It's a win-win.

-~-~-

There it is. This was super fun to make. I should do more. But before that I need to organise my masterlist. Also, what the hell does G stand for? Gold? Because if so, they've sure got a ton of it for everything to cost x10 as much. Anyways, I hope you liked these HCs. Remember to get some sleep and drink plenty of water! <3

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muddyorbsblr · 1 year

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man of the month outtake: open to sharing

Series Masterlist @mochie85's Masterlist See my full list of works here!

Summary: You try giving Loki his cardigan back at the end of the day

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 691

Warnings: none; this is pure fluff [let me know if i missed something!]

Things to be aware of: mutual pining; idiots in love

"Dayum, Tweety, you really got an eye for this, you know that? Is it bad that I wanna choose all of them?" Sam had taken over controlling the cursor on your setup and clicking on every shot that he was partial to. "Could you send me my shots? If it's not too much work. I wanna post some. Y'know, wassup Khloe?"

You laughed at his antics, agreeing almost immediately to Airdrop him all his shots. "It'll probably even make good promotional content to let people know that a calendar's coming. But we're not there yet. Go nuts, Big Bird. Shoot your shot."

"You're the best. And remember what I said about climbing that tree, lil birdy. I wasn't kidding." He gave you a quick once over, visibly appraising your outfit. "Someone should tell you this, and if Horns is gonna be too much of a chicken to do it, I will. You look damn fine in green."

That made you remember real quick that you were still wearing Loki's cardigan. "Fuck shit, I should give this back," you muttered while putting his 'cream of the crop' favorite shot into the August page layout. "Also I probably shouldn't wear this color even if I do look 'damn fine' in it. This is Loki's green, and you know how he gets when people wear 'his' green."

"Oh yeah, Thunder told us all about how 'wearing someone's colors' on Asgard was like this silent declaration of love." He looked like a lightbulb went off on his head. "You should definitely wear that green more often then." You rolled your eyes at him. "Wear it during his shoot. Maybe you'll have no need for tree climbing and he'll just do you on the set."

"Moving on," you pressed, placing the lettering for 'August' on the page layout as well. "How's this?"

"You should consider this as a side hustle," he simply commented, punctuating his response with light applause.

"Well I just might, considering that I'm probably gonna lose my spot on this team after what happened this morning," you said, trying to mask your worry with a seemingly lighthearted chuckle.

"If he tries, even as a joke, I'll kick his ass." He have your shoulder a reassuring squeeze before heading out of your studio with his arms outstretched and a big goofy grin on his face announcing, "It ain't me, y'all!"

You triple checked your project files for the night, making sure that everything had been backed up to the cloud before shutting off the machine to head out back to your apartment. You could finally start seeing the light at the end of the tunnel now that you were down to the last four shoots.

By next week, you'd be sending off the calendar to the printing company and your part would be over. And now that your todo list for the project was steadily shrinking, you finally no longer felt the need to pass the night sleeping on the couch, or the bedroom set just so you could get some extra work done.

Your heart started skipping beats like a DJ in a rave again when you locked up your studio and you caught sight of an all too familiar silhouette standing up from the couch as you stepped out the door. "Oh. Hey, Mischief. You're still here. Perfect," you stammered.

"It is?" You caught the corners of his mouth twitching, almost pulling up into a smile.

"Yep. I could return this to you now," you said as you made a motion to shrug off his cardigan, your heart lodging itself into your throat again when he crossed the distance between you and placed his hands over yours.

"You need not do that, darling." You were sure he could feel your pulse at your fingertips as he laced his fingers with yours.

"I thought you had a thing about people wearing your colors," you breathed out, surprised you could even form words while he was holding you like this.

He gave you a devastatingly charming smile as his gaze stayed fixed on yours. "I wouldn't mind sharing, especially when it becomes you so."

A/N: Just a lil something that I wanted to put into the main chapter, but felt a bit too much like "filler", so I decided to turn it into an outtake/drabble instead.

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bwoahtastic · 9 months

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lmao at seb making nico do volunteer work and she will do it but she'll be wearing chanel 😭 these ideas are very much based on things that nico has done irl because I love that man but my god is he weird and dramatic but also the perfect inspiration for this

-- seb wants to get involved with a river clean up in her local area and she asks nico to do it with her. nico agrees but she shows up to the river in a €3000 cream chanel blazer (irl nico has actually done a river clean up in a €4000 double breasted jacket). for obvious reasons seb thinks that nico's outfit is a terrible idea, seb herself is wearing old jeans and a flannel shirt (and she looks incredible in it), but nico somehow manages to make it work and does the whole event looking like she stepped out of a magazine. afterwards seb makes nico buy the drinks, and they have a good laugh about all the guys who fell into the river trying to impress them.

-- nico actually really enjoyed the volunteering, so when a beach clean up near to her comes around, she signs herself and seb up. seb wasn't actually going to be in the country that day, but Nico didn't bother asking, and seb eventually agrees, on the condition that nico cannot wear anything designer. nico agrees, but shows up to the beach wearing the tiniest pair of short shorts that seb has ever seen, and considering the things that seb has worn, that's saying a lot. half of the volunteers spend more time staring at nico as she bends over than they do actually working. nico pushes seb into the sea, and because seb isn't wearing a bra, everyone can see her nipples. nico claims that seb now can't criticise her because she's just as bad as nico.

Ksksk PLSS

Normally the 2 mostly race together or gossip and drink but Nico agrees to doing the river cleanup because well, she knows better than to say no to her bestie.

Seb laughing so much when she sees Nico's chanel outfit and she almost pisses her pants seeing Nico looking so proper snd perfectly styled sksks. Snd Nico just gawking st Seb looking so hot in thr cut off shorts and flannel ksks.

Nico still looking proper by the end of it snd not a speck of dirt on her and Seb is covered in mud cos zhe started a mud fight sskksks (not with Nico, she values her life thank you very much)

Nico then signing them up for the beach clean up and she buys Seb a plane ticket so,she cant say no lmao! Seb agrees cos well, its a lil holiday with her bestie and volunteering is smthn she loves! She does giggle when Nico doesn't wear designer but still wears tiny shorts and a little crop top and everyone is staring at her ass lol! And seb in those zip off pants that make Nico fake barf sksks and a white top that is very much see through after Nico pushes her in the sea aksks

It's okay, Seb loves her boobs and doesn't mind showing them off a little (not caring Christiqn has a heart attack seeing then red bull driver Seb like.thst lolol)

#asks #rule63 verse

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 years

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Hi! Not a request but I have a question, do you know how the magic in Twisted Wonderland works?? I'm sorry, I don't know who else to ask about this 😅😅

I’m not sure if I totally understand what it is you’re asking since there’s a lot of directions we could go in for “how magic in TWST works” 😅 but I’ll quickly summarize what I can recall in general:

You must be born with the aptitude for magic. However, even if your parents or your grandparents were able to use magic, it does not guarantee that you will as well. We see many examples of this in TWST's main cast; plenty of the boys have family members who are non-mages.

People develop their magic at different ages. For example, Riddle perfected his unique magic by age 10, but Sebek is said to be a late bloomer with his magic.

Only 10% of the human population in Twisted Wonderland is even capable of using magic at the basic level (enough to lift a cup). We do not know what this percentage is for other races such as fae, beastmen, and merpeople. To attend a prestigious magic school like Night Raven College, you must be the cream of the crop of this 10%.

It is believed (implied, not outright confirmed to my knowledge) that fae are specifically more magically inclined than the others (as the Briar Valley, which boasts a population of mainly fae, rely on magic for everyday things).

Magic education is not typically offered in most schools; you’d need to go to a specialized program like NRC, have a private tutor, or self-train.

At NRC, first years study the theory behind magic; upper level courses involve more actual usage of magic in the classroom.

Students are not authorized to use magic combat unless formally granted permission by a faculty member or any dorm leader.

Imagination or visualization of one’s magic is apparently important for spells to be successful. This is most likely why NRC invests in classes like Music(ology) and the (Visual) Arts.

Magic is implied to be temporary, although curses and blessings have more long-lasting effects (usually a period of hundreds of years) that may wear away with time.

Blessings and curses are defined as magic bestowed upon someone. They are technically the same thing, and differ only by whether the intention is positive or negative.

It is considered rude to cast a spell on a person without their consent, especially if said spell is typically cast on objects.

It's implied you need to be conscious to maintain magic (excluding curses and blessings). For example, when you go to sleep, your magical fire will go out.

Autonomous magic also exists, though it requires considerably more power to maintain.

Every magic user is capable of manifesting a magic unique to them (which appears to be tied to the user’s personality and/or life experiences); this is known as “unique magic” (or a “signature spell” in the localization). Like with normal magic, UM manifests at different times for each mage.

The name for a UM and its chant appear to come “from within”; they are not names the mage consciously decide.

Magical pens (or rather, the magestones in them) act as conduits through which a magician can channel their magic, though they are not required to cast spells.

Using magic produces a dangerous and highly toxic byproduct known as “blot”. With proper rest and nutrition, blot naturally goes away.

Negative emotions speed up blot accumulation.

Different people accumulate blot at different speeds, just as different people have different magic pools to begin with (as determined by genetics, but apparently can be artificially inflated by magic training).

It is implied that the larger your magic pool, the longer blot remains in your system.

Letting blot build up from straining one’s magic or not allowing time for recovery will result in a state known as “Overblot”, in which the blot consumes the user and gives birth to a physical manifestation known as a “Phantom”.

Phantoms will drain the vitality out of its host until they are dead; the Phantom will continue to exist afterwards.

“Overblot” is supposedly an uncommon occurrence.

You must sever the connection between the mage and their Phantom to snap them out of Overblot.

Blot is made of strong toxins and stagnant magic. It condenses and crystallizes once it is expelled from the body.

Magic can be naturally present in nature; magestones form as a result of crystals absorbing magic from the earth and air.

S.T.Y.X. is an organization that dedicates itself to studying blot and Overblots; they have captured a number of Phantoms and use them as test subjects for their research.

Anti-magic armor is able to be manufactured, but extremely powerful magic such as Malleus's can overwhelm the anti-magic quality of said armor. This implies a limit to how much magic can feasibly be blocked by armor made to keep it out.

It is the magic gemstone/magestone in the magical pens that absorbs blot; these gems are easily mined from certain caves.

It is possible to perform magic without a magic gemstone, but blot will build up in the body instead. The blot will also accumulate much faster, making normal spell casting take a much heavier toll, let alone unique magic.

Reiterating on the last point, it seems to take considerably more magic to use one’s UM. However, we also know of cases where this is not true, such as Kalim’s Oasis Maker (requiring only a little magic power to produce a ton of water).

Magical pens are not always pens. The NRC staff appear to have fashioned their gemstones into other items, and RSA students wear their magical gemstones as brooches instead of as pens. According to Lilia, the form of magical pens has changed a lot over the years. Sometimes they were super big, other times they were very small (see Lilia’s School Uniform vignette for more information on this).

Potion making does not seem to require magical input (unless, as the previous bullet point states, you need to infuse magic into an ingredient or into the potion itself), but flying a broom seems to (as Yuu is told they cannot play Magical Shift/Spelldrive, which requires riding a broom).

There is some level of chemistry involved with making potions; elements (the ones on the Periodic Table) are sometimes mentioned in reference to lab work.

Transformation potions are said to be outlawed. (This is why everyone was shocked when Jack’s unique magic allowed him to turn into a wolf.)

Merpeople that go to work and study on land are given free potions from a special organization first established by the Mermaid Princess; these potions grant merpeople human forms for anywhere from 7 to 10 days and need to be continuously consumed in order to maintain its effects.

There are special jobs related to magic, such as magical healers (like Riddle’s parents) and magic policemen (something Deuce hopes to become in the future).

Magical engineering (that is to say, the cross between magic and technology) is also a thing; Idia and students in Ignihyde generally excel in this field.

Magic must be infused in order to harvest certain ingredients, such as mandrake (see Cater’s Labwear vignettes for more information on this).

There are equations necessary to cast certain spells, such as “autocleaning via implement magic infusion” (see Riddle’s Dorm Uniform vignettes for more information on this).

There are items infused with magic that even non-magicians can use with ease (such as Yuu’s Ghost Camera), as they do not necessarily require magical input to operate.

It is also possible to infuse clothing with magic; this is the case for the NRC ceremonial robes and dorm leader uniforms. Infusing magic helps to protect the wearer.

Malleus is considered one of the “top 5 magicians in the world”, implying that there is some kind of ranking system in place. It's not clear how these spots are calculated or determined.

Ghosts are prone to gather in places with a lot of magical energy, such as NRC grounds on Halloween night.

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Every Record I Own - Day 810: Ossuarium Living Tomb

I’ve had this record in my draft box since 2019. I must’ve taken a picture of it before some trip with the intention of writing about it from the road. I see it every time I open my drafts, and as a result, it’s stayed fresh in my mind for over four years.

Ossuarium were a sludgy, vicious doom-tinged death metal band from Portland, OR, and their sole LP was on the front end of 20 Buck Spin’s gradual shift from focusing on stoner / doom stuff to the old school death metal revival.

It’s now January 2024 and I still don’t have a lot to say about Living Tomb despite the fact that I've listened to it quite a bit over the years. It’s well-recorded but still a little rough around the edges performance-wise. There’s a fine line between “this sounds like a real band… warts and all!” versus “was this really the best take they could get?,” and for me the band still resides in the former. If you can hang with Cerebral Rot and Cryptworm, you can certainly get down with Ossuarium.

I feel a little bad talking about Ossuarium today because, admittedly, they’re a springboard for talking about other things on my mind. But such is one of the inevitable truths about music writing—it often comes with a writer’s agenda. Perhaps that’s an obvious statement on par with “all criticism is just one person’s opinion and rooted in that person’s biases and current frame of mind.” But perhaps they also both warrant repeating.

So let’s clear the air: this post is largely motivated by my desire to talk about the recent news of Pitchfork’s merger with GQ. That’s my agenda. Let’s also clear the air on who is writing this: I’m a 46-year-old musician who has also dabbled in writing about music in various professional capacities. Having a foot in both the creator and the critic roles meant that I generally avoided writing about anything I didn’t like. When it comes to death metal, my journey started with childhood friends who got really into the classic Floridian, New York, and Scandinavian death metal bands around 1990. But truth be told, I didn’t really click with any straight-up death metal until Morbid Angel’s Domination came out in 1995.

My relationship with Pitchfork? I didn’t have internet at home until 2005, and consequently I didn’t spend any time looking at music websites until roughly 2006. In 2007, I began freelancing for the music department of Seattle's local alternative weekly newspaper, The Stranger. Part of my job involved gathering news from various music websites and doing a daily highlights post for their blog, so I started visiting Pitchfork every day. And that habit continued for roughly ten years.

That whole time I had a love / hate relationship with the site. I loved that they were committed to broadening their coverage to encompass a greater variety of genres and styles. I hated how that included devoting more and more coverage to giant pop stars. I loved their in-depth album reviews. I hated how those reviews could sometimes feel like personal vendettas against specific artists and how the rating system often felt out of alignment with the writing due to the score being based on a group vote. I loved that they operated at an intersection of my various musical interests. I hated that their criteria for coverage was never really clear: if they were only covering the cream of the crop across diverse genres, why were they dishing out bad reviews? Or if they were only covering artists already deemed important outside of their orbit, why were they considered one of, if not THE the top cultural tastemaker when it came to music?

Pitchfork was bought by Condé Nast in 2015. More and more of their news pieces revolved around pop stars. They started adding articles that seemed more fit for a lifestyle magazine than a music blog. It no longer turned me on to new things, and at some point I realized that looking at Pitchfork always involved some combination of frustration and disappointment. I’ll sometimes check in to see what they’ve said about a record I like, and I almost always regret it.

"But the writing was stronger than ever," I saw a few P4K contributors say on social media in the wake of the news that the site would be absorbed by GQ, as if anyone went to a music blog first and foremost for the WRITING, as opposed to... say... i dunno... the SUBJECT MATTER. "People don't realize that a 7.0 is actually a really good score," others would say in defense of the site's apparent inability to be excited about the very artists they chose to cover, as if a 7.0 doesn't read as a C- to any reader with a public school education, and consequently come across as "just passable" and not only not worth listening to, but also not even worth reading past the score. "We never stopped covering fringe music," others said, which is absolutely true. But when paired with an avalanche of Taylor Swift and Kanye coverage, those forays into freakier territories felt, perhaps unfairly, like the work of dilettantes and dabblers. A jack of all trades, master of none. Founder Ryan Schreiber finally left the site in 2019, but it already felt like Pitchfork had lost its initial vision years prior. I can’t imagine Pitchfork 3.0 will see an improvement in that capacity.

But what can you do? We live under the impossible capitalist model of infinite growth and yet we’re still somehow shocked when something gets too big to sustain itself. I doubt Schreiber had ambitions any loftier than sharing his music opinions with strangers when he started Pitchfork in 1996. At some point he began getting ad revenue. Other writers started getting paid. It became a career path. More people got hired. They needed more clicks, so they wrote about things that pulled in a new audience. Writing about pop stars meant more traffic from Google. Meanwhile, their initial readership stopped checking in. The reader who got hipped to Sleater-Kinney back at the turn of the century probably isn't all that interested in what Miley Cyrus is up to in 2024.

I was certainly one of those people. But my declining interest in Pitchfork also coincided with my growing disenchantment with the freelance hustle. It was tough to figure out what editors wanted and even harder to muster up the enthusiasm to write about the "hot" new pop artists that were already getting coverage. I started getting more work on the PR side of music world, which not only paid better, but allowed me to bond with like-minded artists and help share the excitement behind their vision. I started noticing how often my press releases were just slightly re-worded in album reviews. I can't say I blame writers--I would've had to write a Pitchfork album review every single work day of the month just to cover my rent in Brooklyn.

It's important to state that I didn't become cynical to music writing as a whole. I loved writers like Dave Segal and Mark Richardson (both Pitchfork contributors, I might add). I loved the enthusiasm, the disregard for what was popular at the time, the new perspectives, the depth of knowledge they held, and the fact that they focused on music that wasn't necessarily up my alley but succeeded in helping me appreciate stuff outside of my comfort zone. I wanted to write like that... without having to grade someone's work or weigh in on every trend. Beyond that, I wanted to do the thing that editors hate... I wanted to insert myself into the piece. Not out of ego, but because understanding the appeal of music that isn't instantly gratifying is often aided by having that specific personal angle. "This album got me through a break-up" or "this album permanently altered my brain chemistry when I heard it on mushrooms during the golden hour of a camping trip" will ultimately tell me more about how to approach a record than a bunch of adjectives and hyperbole. So in June 2017 I started writing these album posts in part because I wanted to do what Ryan Scheiber did back in 1996--I wanted to share my passion for other people's music--but I didn't hold any ambitions beyond cataloging my records and sharing my stories about them.

Strangely enough, my excitement for new music actually grew once I weaned myself off of music sites like Pitchfork. I found, among other things, a weird little pocket of heavy metal that hit my sweet spot and I've had a blast exploring it. I've finally found the bands that are more interested in being grimy than glossy. Bands that aren't afraid of a little slop. Bands that aren't trying to cross-pollinate with some divergent style of music. Bands like Ossuarium: meaty, oozing with dread, and just a teeny bit clunky.

Is there much to write about beyond that? Probably not. And that's okay. I don't think Ossuarium had ambitions beyond hanging out, drinking beer together in the practice space, and adding to an existing musical tradition they all loved. And 20 Buck Spin probably had a good handle on how big the band was gonna be. They printed up a conservative amount of LPs and sold 'em at a price that would guarantee they wouldn't sit on warehouse shelves for very long but would cover their costs and maybe allow them to send out a royalties check or two.

Living Tomb didn't need to be any bigger than that. Ossuarium weren't trying to break out and gain fans outside of their own tiny little community. They weren't trying to capitalize on the zeitgeist. They weren't claiming that appreciating their music would make you a better and more well-rounded person. They didn't take on more commercial attributes under the guise of inclusivity. And it didn't need to be overanalyzed and it didn't really warrant an in-depth long-form review from someone like Pitchfork (although I just looked it up and whaddaya know... it got a 7.6).

#ossuarium #everyrecordiown

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unminecraftsyourfic · 2 years

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Ao3's Filters Are Amazing, Here's How To Use Them Better

In my opinion, ao3 is by far the best website for fanfiction to date. As someone who's been actively participating in fandom spaces since they were 12 (longer if you count the years when I would only watch and read), I've been through my fair share of websites trying to find the best. Without a doubt, ao3's filter system is what makes it the cream of the crop. In ye old fandom days, there was no telling what you'd run into which gave rise to specific terminology that'd go in fic titles. Think lemons. Even then there was always the chance you'd get hit with a surprise. If you think untagged character death is bad, then I need you to understand, there is nothing that will prepare you for the sudden whiplash that comes from reading something soft and fluffy that hard veers into the most violent and raunchy piece of work you've ever set your eyes on.

Fanfiction.net, Wattpad, if you were a special breed you might have used Quotev of DeviantArt. There's a reason a lot of older fans lord ao3 as the king saviors, and that's the tagging system. The problem is, especially for a lot of younger fans, learning how to use that tagging system. So for newbies and old hats alike, consider this a comprehensive guide to hunting for fics on ao3 without accidentally slamming face first into a tag you want nothing to do with!

The Basics Of Tags

While just about everyone has seen the search by works function of ao3, there's actually other search functions ao3 provides if you scroll up to the search tab.

Ao3's most popular search function is obviously works, but bookmarks and people also exist. The most useful to explanation and what we'll be talking about today is the tags.

Going to the tag search function tells us a lot about how tags work on ao3 and how we as users can best utilize them to find what we want. On ao3, there are four major "types" of tags. These are fandom, character, relationship, and freeform. The first three are rather straight forward, and most people know how to use them, however freeform is usually where people struggle. Freeform tags can include anything from specific aus like soulmates to more specific tags like "Winged Character" or "Dragon Hybrid Character".

Tags themselves fall into two major classifications, canonical and non-canonical. Canonical tags are tags popular enough to be actively recognized by the website. The tag "Dragon TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF)" is a canonical tag because the website recognizes it as an official tag and will pull it up in autocomplete. Non-canonical tags are usually in their current state for one of two reasons. The first is that there just aren't enough fics in the tag for wranglers to canonize it or they haven't had the time to get to the tag yet. The second reason is that the tag may be categorized under a different canonical tag that has the same meaning. For example Tommyinnit is a dragon wouldn't be a canonical tag because it has the same meaning as our already existing canonical tag.

This is also where we start to experience meta tags, parent tags, and subtags.

If you go to the page for the canonical tag "Alternate Universe - Apocalypse" the first thing you'll notice is a lot of tags with the same meaning. Any apocalypse au is going to get filtered under this tag. However, the Apocalypse AU itself belongs to what's known as a meta tag. Meta tags help with organization since a meta tag will usually have a collection of sub tags. Apocalypse doesn't just have the Apocalypse AU as a subtag but it includes other apocalypses like zombie apocalypse or nuclear apocalypses and depending on what you use in your search criteria, fics like these may show up.

The final important aspect of tagging you want to know about are parent tags. In the case of Apocalypse the parent tag would be No Fandom. If you go to specific fandom tags you'll see the parent tags are whatever form of media it originates from like books or video games. Character relationships will often have the tags of both characters separately as a parent tag. This is again to further help with the nesting of ao3 tags so that when you're searching for a fic the results are comprehensive. If you got to the tag faq for ao3 then it provides an example of how tag nesting typically works

All About Search and Filter

Your average ao3 user is going to feel pretty comfortable using the basic search functions.

To start off with you can decide how you want to sort the results. Your average user is going to sort by either updates, kudos, or occasionally bookmarks since they've either exhausted a tag and are looking for new content or are trying to track down the best of the best. However users also have other options such as author, title, date posted, word count, hits, and comments. If you're looking for something specific these options can still be helpful.

Moving on you have the include and exclude. They have the exact same options nested under them and they're pretty much what they say on the tin. Anything you select under include and ao3 will specific find you those fics and only those fics. Anything you select under exclude and ao3 won't show you any of those fics. So as long as they're properly tagged you find exactly what you want without getting near anything you do. Ratings, Warnings, Categories, Fandoms, Characters, and Relationships are once again pretty self explanatory and are what they say on the tin. Ao3 organizes the options under these categories by most popular, so for ratings you'll see them in order of how many fics fall under that category and for things like relationships you'll see a top ten list of the most popular relationship tags.

Additional Tags are your freeform tags. Again, ao3 will present you with an option of what the top ten are. Now, this might not be all of the fics you want to include or exclude. For example, certain aus aren't going to be in the top ten, so they won't show up. This is where the other bar comes into play. If you begin typing into the other section than ao3 will provide you with canonical tags it thinks are related to what you're typing in. If you start typing in soulmates then it'll suggest the canonical tag for soulmates.

Now we reach what I personally consider to be the advanced options. While they for the most part are what they say on the tin, these are the tags that you're going to end up most familiar with when it comes to narrowing your search outside of freeform tags. If you're lookin for a lost fic? Search within results is going to be your best friend.

Sometimes you lose fics because they aren't tagged correctly or you don't remember all of the details about them. Search within results is your one stop shop, consider it the web browser of ao3.

Search with results will pull up any matching results within your filter that match the key word, be it something in the tags, notes, or summary of the fic. The only thing it doesn't search is the full fic itself. You can refine your search even farther by using the special characters.

Ao3's tagging system is extensive. But it relies on users and wranglers to help maintaining it, which is where we get to user responsibility.

Author Responsibility

Now, we can debate ethics for hours, but at the end of the day an author only has two responsibilities. Those are: tag extensively, and don't post anything against ToS. That's it. Ao3 is special because authors are allowed to write whatever they want as long as it remains within the boundaries of ToS. Of course, certain fandoms may have unofficial rules, but the other responsibilities the author has is to making sure they aren't breaking Ao3's official rules and that whatever content they might be producing is tagged as thoroughly as possible.

For all the authors out there who might struggle with tagging, keep this guide in mind. You can search for canonical tags and if nothing is fitting with what you want to create, you can always make a new tag. Wranglers are our friends, our best friends. You just make your tags as comprehensive as possible and they'll connect all the little strings to make sure non-canonical tags are falling under the proper canonical ones.

If you want to make it easier on yourself and them, go ahead and check out the Wrangling Guidelines. It goes into a lot more detail on the formatting of tags and how all the pieces fit together. Whether you're looking to be wrangler or not, knowing these guidelines can be helpful in tagging you fics. Remember that a better tagged will tend to get more kudos, hits, and bookmarks than a poorly tagged fic. Ao3 doesn't have an algorithm, the attention a fic gets is entirely dependent on whether it's showing up or not when people search out certain tags.

Reader Responsibility

Just like authors are responsible for tagging their works, readers are responsible for using those tags. Do not consume anything you don't want to consume. Use the filters that have been provided to you. If you think a certain tag is problematic then it is your responsible to filter it out and ignore it. Don't interact with it, just pretend it's not there.

In the old days of fandom, we had a saying. Don't like, don't read. In some ways that phrase has kind of become a meme for bad or questionable fics, but when you think about it there's a lot of validity in the thought process. If you don't like a piece of content just don't engage with it. There are better uses of your time. If you consume something that you didn't like, but it's properly tagged, then that is on you and not the author. If you especially hate specific tags then a lot of browsers have plugins you can download to make sure they don't show up anymore.

That's the major responsibility of the reader, but we also have a responsibility to just generally be polite. Readers are not entitled to free content. Authors don't owe you anything and they never will even if you comment on every chapter. Remember that there are human beings on the other side of the screen. They can see your comments. They can see your bookmarks. Especially be mindful with your bookmarks, because unlike a comment, an author can't delete those.

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Spiderwebs #5: Tape I (Hassle)

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content: lab whump, captivity, defiant whumpee

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“A tape recorder? Really?”

Jackie was still in the basement. This time, he was handcuffed to the table by his right wrist, which allowed him to gesture with his left hand and not much else. The sedative wore off soon enough. He almost wished it hadn’t—his body ached all over, and the basement was incredibly boring. Heather took her sweet time before she visited, that was for sure. He had already scratched all the polish off his nails.

“Yes, a tape recorder. They’re easy to dispose of in an emergency.” Heather set it down on the table while she prepared. The cassette slid into its hollow inside the small, rectangular box. It whirred to life with the push of a button. “Tape one. Subject is named Jackie Rockwell. Subject can withstand bullets, blunt force, loss of vital organs, and lethal doses of sedatives.”

“Lethal doses?” He stopped glaring at the recorder and glared up at her instead.

She didn’t reply. A hint of yesterday's manic grin traced the corners of her mouth. Jackie really wanted to punch her. That smug son of a bastard. A cat with her cream of the crop, all high and mighty. Jackie would do anything for a chance to punch her again.

In any case, Heather was unconcerned. She sat down on a chair across from him, then crossed her legs. “This is the second test, but the first recorded one.”

“Who are you even recording this for?" he asked. "Yourself? That's kind of redundant.”

She reacted simply by checking her nails and replying, “Subject is still uncooperative. These tests are partly designed to put an end to that. Perhaps if the subject behaves, any future tests will be less painful.”

“You don't really have a husband, right? You don’t seem like the married type to me.”

“This is getting off track.” Heather cleared her throat and brought out a notepad. “Now, Jackie, please tell me your age and ethnicity, where you were born, your current nationality, and the names of all your immediate family members.”

“No.”

Heather slammed the notepad down on the table. “What, do you want me to drug you again?”

“Sure. Good luck asking me anything when I’m passed out. At least I’ll be more cooperative, yeah?”

It had been at least a few days since his capture. Jackie thought that calling the police would be a good idea. Unfortunately, his phone was missing, along with his wallet and keys. And his brand new pack of cigarettes! Not that he was a big smoker. He had simply been curious.

Heather tapped her fingers on the table. It was the best piece of furniture down there, which wasn’t saying much, considering the state of the chairs. “Jackie, this is a warning. I really do want you to be comfortable, but I also have the power to change that. Not every test I run has to be pleasant. For you, that is. Wouldn’t you much rather answer a few questions and go back to sleep?”

“Oh, no. This is torture.” He performed a dramatic gesture, clasping his hand to his chest. “My immediate family? Just chuck me in an iron maiden, won’t you?”

“I’ll count to three.” Heather stood up with an equally dramatic flair. “One...“

“I’m not seven years old, lady. I’m obviously not going to play your little game, so just let me go home.” He forced his voice lower, softer. “I can tell you’re tired. I’m tired. It was fun while it lasted, but this is where we both part ways.”

“Two...“

“Are you being serious about—” He swept his hand across the room. “About all this? What about the police? People will get worried. They’ll come after you. What about my friends? What about my landlord? Don’t you think my landlord will want rent money?”

“Three.” Heather sighed. “I don’t think anyone is coming after you, actually. You’re a very lonely man. Your friends are little more than acquaintances.”

“And—and you’re getting this information from where, exactly?”

“I told you, I’m a psychic.” She pressed the tape recorder again, then picked it up. “I’ll see you again when you’re feeling a little nicer, hm? Same time, same place, tomorrow?”

“Isn’t tomorrow Monday?” Here was something to exploit. “Don’t you have a job? Don’t you have to go to work? Won’t you be busy?”

“Tomorrow's Wednesday. I don’t have to wait tables, if that’s what you’re wondering.” She walked away and opened the door before he could get another word in. “Good luck. Get some rest.”

“That’s it?” he called after her. “Fine. I’ll stay here and enjoy the silence. Or maybe I won’t!” He took a deep breath. “ONE HUNDRED BOTTLES OF BEER ON THE WALL—“

“Shut up.”

“ONE HUNDRED BOTTLES OF BEER!” He hit his palm against the table. “ONE FELL DOWN—“

With a click, the light died. She muttered something under her breath, and he heard the door shut and lock. The room was painted in pure, pitch black.

Jackie slumped back in his chair. He supposed he could go to sleep. He could sing louder. Or...

The table had seen better days. He pulled his wrist against the handcuff, and its frame shook. He pulled again, harder. It was too heavy to lift up, but snapping a leg off would suffice. It would be a valuable weapon as well, for the next time Heather paid him a visit. What could she do, kill him? She could try. She could try, all right.

But would he be able to kill Heather? The thought of it was as absurd as kissing her. Despite the several attempts made on his own life, murder was a worst-case scenario. Jackie had never killed before. Jackie didn’t want to kill anyone. He just wanted to go home. If he had a gun, he thought it might be easier, but bludgeoning someone? With a table leg? That was as raw and bloody as it got. So, no, Heather would live. A few threats would suffice. If they didn’t, he would knock her out. Then he’d take a long, hot bath. That sounded nice.

The thought of collapsing into his own bed was motivating. He pulled harder. To his surprise, he heard the snapping sound of a crack. He felt for the damaged surface, careful about splinters, tracing the faultline in the wood. He jerked his wrist again, as hard as he possibly could. It brought about sharper bursts of pain, but he kept going, his other hand on the edge of the table to keep it steady. Another pull, another crack. He gave it a final shove, and there was a sudden release of pressure on his arm. Jackie stumbled across the dark room until he was braced up against a wall.

He exhaled, at last. The table had broken. Without anything to keep it in place, he could slide the splintered leg out of the handcuff. It rattled on his wrist like a cat’s bell, and for an absurd moment he was almost afraid that the noise would alert Heather. He shook the thought away and picked the leg up. It was no aluminum bat, but it would work.

He swung the leg a few times, took note of the weight of it in his hands. He hit the wall on his third try—it sent a dull thunk echoing through the darkness.

So he let the leg drop to his side. Keeping quiet would be the safest strategy. Once the door opened, he could start swinging again and go from there.

But what could he do in the meantime? He had already searched every inch of the basement, even the bathroom at one point. Heather had thought things out, no matter what that said about her moral compass. There was nothing he could use, not a single flaw, not even any windows.

Jackie sat down in the chair, still clutching the table leg to his chest. He didn’t want to turn the lights on. It would get her attention, and he wanted surprise on his side. So, what? He couldn’t sleep. He needed to be ready. He needed to be alert. What else was there to do, then? Cry? Keep singing? All he could think about was going home. What good was that? All it did was make him feel sick.

Or perhaps that was hunger, knotting in his guts, an insistent pull getting louder with every minute. It was Wednesday. He’d first gotten into the whole mess on Friday, hadn’t he? It had been six days. He hadn’t eaten for nearly a week. It had only felt like a few hours. Somebody had to be looking for him by now. He’d be alright. These sorts of situations ended quickly, he was sure. He’d give it another week, a fortnight at most. Nothing but a brief hassle.

Nothing but a slight inconvenience, maybe a funny story to tell at parties. It didn’t seem so funny now, but he’d laugh about it later. It would be over soon.

#I'm sure it will be :)#whump writing #lab whump #defiant whumpee #whump #Spiderwebs Toyybox

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itookyoudown · 7 months

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From "look what you helped me do":

“Raylan used necessary force to subdue a threat to life. He acted in self-defense against a weaponized empathy attack that triggered a feral episode.” Tim’s tongue feels like a stick of chalk inside of his mouth as he draws the story. “But it’s like I said — the bonding is on me. I instigated.”

That last part doesn’t need to be said. In fact, all their sensitivity training instructs them not to say that shit. You’re not supposed to blame the Guide. No matter what they were wearing or how they were acting or where they were. Bonding outside the purview of the Tower is the Sentinel’s fault, always, and that’s the only way the rhetoric is supposed to go.

But Tim can’t parrot it.

Because it ain’t true.

This is his fault. Raylan is the one that bit him, but Tim is the one that lulled him close enough to do it. He’s the one that made Raylan show his teeth.

Gold Star Guide verse.

Thanks for asking for this one! I fucking adore Sentinel/Guide AUs and I was so excited to write one for Justified. I'm going to come back to this one day with follow-ups fics. I have it all outlined and know exactly what I want to do with it but I digress.

This is mostly just going to be me talking about the worldbuilding that went into this AU because this passage is perfect to talk about it.

In this world, Guides are oppressed and disenfranchised. They've only in the past few years won rights, so there are political and cultural implications to what Tim says and how he thinks here.

Tim came to age when Guides were still forced to go into the Tower at 18 and had zero to little say with who they bonded to. He didn't enter the military because he enlisted, he went into the military because at 18 a Tower Matchmaker decided he'd make a good Guide for the military so he was bonded off to a Sentinel already in the army.

This detail will be important later.

While Tim is young, he's the very last generation of Guides that were bonded off in that way so he still holds some of the "old school" attitudes about Sentinel/Guide bondings and relationships. Sorry all, but in the political landscape of this dystopia world he's not all that forward-thinking and is content to play his role in the machine even if he's also hugely disenchanted by it all. As a former military Guide and a Guide now working in law enforcement, he's considered the cream of the crop of the Guide population and has education + life experience + special freedoms that civilian Guides aren't permitted.

One of those old-fashioned ideas he still carries around is that Guides who bond outside the purview of the Tower are to blame for their bondings. Whether they're bonded forcefully or it's consensual. You know how it goes. Sentinel can't control themselves, the Guide shouldn't have tempted them, etc etc. This is in contrast to more modern and progressive attitudes where it's expected that Sentinel take responsibility for their own behavior and that their actions can't be excused by biology.

That's the internal struggle that's at play during this moment. Tim's new hip LEO training tells him he should never blame a Guide for an unsanctioned bonding VS his upbringing where it's his fault solely because he's the Guide.

And then this is even further complicated by the fact that Raylan wasn't in a coherent state of mind when they bonded. Raylan went feral and Tim initiated bonding to calm Raylan down...and more importantly, try to protect Raylan from the fallout of killing Boyd Crowder (a Guide).

“Raylan used necessary force to subdue a threat to life. He acted in self-defense against a weaponized empathy attack that triggered a feral episode.”

Also, the first part of this is just a fucking lie lol. Tim is lying, he's already thinking about how to cover for Raylan and clean up the cowboy's mess...because they're bonded and Raylan is his Sentinel now.

Yes Timmy is a lil bastard in this one 😌

(author commentary ask game)

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If it's alright, may I request a platonic femreader x Honoka Kousaka from Love Live School Idol Project? The dialogue would be "What do you think?"

Hi, lovely anon!! Thanks for being my first request after my return from a long hiatus~ I kind of struggled because it's been such a long time since I wrote, but when I saw this request, I thought to myself, "it's my favorite Love Live character!" Which made me think maybe a friend requested this so I wouldn't have no requests in my inbox lol because I hardly wrote any Love Live! fanfiction on this account before. Icon credit to sailorprettycure!

Anyway, since there was no specified mood (?) I tried to go with a light fluff with an everyday feel (like how the Love Live! animation is). Not much really happens in this, but I hope you can feel that you are friends with Honoka~ Here we go! (Edit: also I didn't really do much to emphasize the femreader part of it but she goes to the same school as Honoka, so I hope that's enough?)

“What do you think?”

Honoka twirled in the new costume before you, anxious to hear your appraisal. It was a simple outfit: a black leotard in low-cut, dark wash, ripped jean shorts, paired with some silver bangles and earrings. Over the leotard, she had on a white, gauzy, off the shoulder crop top with frilled edges with flowy, open sleeves. She hadn’t bothered to change her hairstyle, but somehow you felt it suited her more that way–or maybe you were just more accustomed to it.

“You look adorable,” you beamed at her. “Is that outfit for your next live?”

Honoka brightened up and nodded eagerly, her side-ponytail energetically bobbing with her head.

“Yeah! But just the prototype,” she amended. “Kotori wanted me to try it on and see what I thought about it, and I figured it couldn’t hurt to get a second opinion on it. I mean, it’s not supposed to be public information, but since it’s you, I don’t think she’d mind at all.”

She stopped rambling for a moment and carefully stared into your eyes with those big blue eyes of hers. “You really mean it, though? You like it?”

You laughed and swooped in for a hug, pressing your cheek against hers affectionately.

“Like it? I love it! Tell Kotori it’s amazing and that you should definitely keep the prototype,” you reassured her. “Though I don’t know what your next song will be like, so I don’t know how well it matches the concept of your song.”

Honoka wrapped her arms around you and lightly hugged you back before pushing you off of her.

“Hehe, I knew Kotori’s designs couldn’t go amiss! But I think if you hug me any longer, it might get wrinkly, and you know how Umi gets when…” she grimaced.

“Yeah, I know, I know,” you conceded. “Sorry, my bad–you want some ice cream? I’ll go get it while you change out of the costume.”

Honoka takes hardly a second to consider it before flashing a happy smile at you.

“Would you? You’re the best,” she said with a toothy smile. “I’ll get changed now, so hurry back!”

“Of course,” you grinned. “What are friends for, after all?”

You step out of the room and dash out the door to stop by the nearest convenience store. Luckily, 7-11 was hardly a block away.

You gently knocked on the door to the room. “Honoka?” you called out. “I’m back with strawberry ice-”

The door slammed open abruptly, taking you aback as Honoka pulled you inside and closed the door behind you just as quickly.

“Come in, I’m already done changing! You came back pretty fast, but I was faster,” she giggled.

“Since when was this a race?” you playfully crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow. “Anyway, here you are–strawberry ice cream with cornflakes!”

She snatched it out of your hands and unwrapped it in record speed before giving it a great lick with just as great relish.

“Mm!” she exclaimed as she plopped down on the floor.

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh as you joined her in sitting down.

“You know, with the way you’re acting, I’d think you only have this once every ten years or something.”

She stuck her tongue out at you.

“So what? It’s just that delicious!”

You shook your head as you started opening your own frozen treat as well, albeit slower than Honoka.

“No, no, it’s not a bad thing,” you chuckled. “I think it’s a good thing that you still enjoy it so much and appreciate how delicious it is, even after eating it so many times.”

“You think so?” A hopeful note colored Honoka’s voice.

“Duh,” you smiled. “You know, I think I become more honest when I’m with you. Even though you’re probably pretty easy to fool,” you emphasized your words with a poke to her nose, causing her to reflexively flinch and blink, “maybe it’s ‘cause you’re so honest that I end up being this way too.”

Honoka swallowed her bite of ice cream. A light, peachy blush began to spread across her cheeks.

“Well, I-” she stuttered. “Gee, thanks?”

“You’re welcome,” you smirked. “Hey, your ice cream’s melting.” You pointed at the edge of her ice cream cone, where the pink ice cream was starting to look more and more watery and wobbly.

“Oh! Thanks,” she quickly said before her mouth was, once again, full of ice cream. She glanced over at you. “You know, have you ever thought about becoming a school idol, too?”

You shrugged.

“No, not really. I think I’m happier to watch you guys and be your fan. You know I can’t sing and dance at the same time like you guys. My stamina’s terrible.”

Honoka tilted her head and pursed her lips.

“But my stamina wasn’t that good when we started Muse, either! You know how hard Eli and Umi worked us?” She shuddered. “Hanayo and I were collapsing every day after all that training,” she said with a dark look on her face.

“Well, you guys were motivated to continue despite how hard it was, right? I don’t think I’m that motivated,” you sighed. “I’m just a part of the going-home club now, you know. Not like you guys, training so hard that you become famous nationwide and save our school from being shut down-”

Honoka hit you with a toast-shaped plushie, effectively shutting you up.

“It was hard to get this far, you know,” she pouted. “Even I sometimes wanted to give up. But, well, maybe being a school idol just isn’t what you’re passionate about,” she admitted. “I’m sure you’ll find something amazing that you’re passionate about eventually,” she grinned at you. “Plus, you could join our school idol club as like…um…”

She thought for a moment. “As a manager or staff member, I guess! Instead of a performer. You know we do all the work preparing our costumes, songs, dances, coordinating venues and stuff ourselves, right? But it can be pretty tiring because we also have to train and practice every day.”

You opened your mouth and then shut it, pressing your lips together tightly. Join Honoka and the others, when you scarcely knew anything about the world of school idols, barring what they shared with you as friends? It was unrealistic, and you didn’t even have that much time left at Otonokizaka High before graduating, not to mention that you should be preparing for the nationwide exam to get into college.

“What do you think?” Honoka awaited your answer, her eyes gleaming brightly like dazzling sapphires beneath the spotlight–you knew that look. It was the look she had when she recruited each member of Muse and when she convinced Kotori and Umi to join her in the first place. It was the look she had when she had already decided to never give up.

You thought about it some more. Yes, it was unrealistic, but then again, when had Honoka ever cared about what was realistic when she started Muse to save beloved Otonokizaka from its seemingly-assured death?

“Alright, count me in.”

Honoka hugged you tightly before you could even react.

“Yay!!” she cheered. “You won’t regret it, I swear!”

“You know, I keep changing because of you,” you sighed. You contentedly smiled, more to yourself than to the Honoka currently wrapped around you. “But, I think it might be a good thing.”

Extra

“Why did you call me here?” You arched an eyebrow with due suspicion right at Honoka. “Why are we at the school courtyard over the weekend?”

“Now that you’ve decided to join us, it’s time to find out what you’re good at so we can figure out what you can do,” she grinned. “Come on, let’s go! We can’t do this during normal school days because the rest of Muse is too busy practicing, so you can just take a crash course on all the things that we do.” She grabbed your hand and started excitedly dragging you into the school. “Kotori will tell you about designing costumes, Umi will talk to you about writing lyrics, Maki will show you how she composes songs, and-”

You started to tune out the rest as Honoka continued. Just what had you gotten yourself into? Your days were about to get much busier and livelier–but when you thought of those days being spent with Honoka, you couldn’t help but think you’d be okay with that.

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