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itwillbeall-dwight · 4 years

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twilight fog

quentin smith & jake park; no tws unless you count freddy; 1482 words

a/n: TUMBLR. DELETED. THE ASK. AS I. WAS. EDITTING MY POST.

N E WAYS, i hope this gets out to you anon! this was a lot of fun for me to write, considering how much i love quentin and how indifferent i am to jake. i didn’t write it intending for it to be romantic but if you wanna interpret it as such, you may do so!

drabble reqs are open, so if you want something, feel free to send me an ask! likes < reblogs, any comments in the tags are appreciated

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Preview: But he wasn’t done. As he let the sleeve of his shirt go from his fingers, and reached behind him to grab his jacket and rest it on his lap, he found himself speaking again. “What’re you doing here?” “Wish I could tell you.” “...No, not like… here, just. Here. With me.” “It’s my thinking tree.” “Huh?” Without looking behind him, Jake moved his shoulder and pointed to the tree bark just behind him. Sure enough, crudely carved with something blunt, his initials, JP, were right there. “...Shit, now I feel-” “Don’t.” The survivalist cut him off before he could finish, glancing up for a moment or two. “You needed it more than me. I can share.”

A four-man escape. Their best performance yet. So why was it that it was so hard for him to breathe?

Quentin rubbed his nose with the back of his sleeve, sure that the smell of the meat plant was going to get stuck up there, considering how long he’d hidden in the freezer for. Loud whoops from Kate as she slapped Jeff’s back in celebration, the poor man thrown off by the girl’s excitement but still grateful nonetheless, were drowned out by the familiar white noise tickling the back of his brain. The boy looked back to where their trial had just ended, and just beyond the ashy entrails that blocked entrance back in, he saw the familiar figure and the shadow of a claw, just… watching him leave. He saw it move, and one by one, its claws individually moving in a mocking, cutesy wave - see you, for now, until next time. And for a moment, it was if that hand was wrapped around his neck, and ripping the air he was trying to breathe out from his lungs.

Thankfully, the combination of a hyped-up Kate and just Jane herself, in general, was enough to let him sneak away. The campfire was loud, and the fog in the back of his head was getting louder. Quentin wrapped his arms around himself, cold wind shaking him to the core, or maybe, it wasn’t, because it seemed Freddy still had that core in a tight grip, ripping it to ribbons as he felt his knees get weak. Leaning a shoulder against a stray tree, he found himself sliding down to sit on the forest floor, leaves damp despite no rain, pulling his sleeves over his hands and gripping the fabric in a tight fist, just to feel something. It was hard to breathe, the fog was in his lungs and it felt like he was suffocating, and every time he closed his eyes to will himself to take a breath, all he saw was twitching claws and hear the haunting lullaby that followed him in his dreams. But he was awake, he had to be awake. ...Was he awake? Oh god, was he awake-

“Taken?”

The voice scared him, physically feeling himself lurch as he looked up as Jake’s face, light hitting his back and casting his shadow over Quentin. “Uh, no, c-come over.” Please don’t, he silently begged.

But he didn’t pay attention to those unspoken pleas, the survivalist taking a seat beside him on the floor, opening to toolbox he’d brought with him, and slowly sorting through it. Metal hit metal as tools collided with the box and one another, his rummaging slow and meticulous.

Quentin rubbed his eyes with the back of his sleeve. Had Jake seen him crying? He must have, he was always a mess when he cried, the whole works. He kept rubbing until his eyes hurt, throbbing from the soreness of canvas against skin, before he moved his hands to hold himself, scratching at his arm. What was he going to think? Jake was the silent pillar at the campfire, stoic, kept to himself but always had something to say about someone. Always watching. He probably thought he was weak, sat here on his own like this. Surely he-

“Knock it off.”

He paused his thoughts to look up, a bit startled as Jake was now looking at him, a spanner in his hand. A quiet sniffle. “S-sorry, I can’t-”

“No, your arm.” He pointed, and only now did Quentin notice that the jacket had torn, blood staining where a claw had dragged across his skin, now drying. The skin underneath was raw, red and inflamed from the repeated scratching, and blood had gotten all over his hands and fingernails. “‘Don’t get infected here, but good practise. If we get out.”

“Ah, I… guess.”

Jake stared, frowning a little deeper than he was at default, before he put the spanner he was holding back into the toolbox and moved his hands to the back of his neck. “Take off your jacket.”

“W-what?”

“I said-”

“N-no, no, I… I heard you, I’m just...” He trailed off, not really sure how to explain his thought process when he could barely understand it himself, between the brain fog and the white noise, and how much the wires in his brain were naturally crossed when it came to conversation.

The other survivor looked away for a moment, seemingly focused on whatever he was doing with his hands, which turned out to be undoing his scarf from around his neck. He seemed so naked without it. “I was gonna wrap your arm, just until you decide when you wanna go back.”

So they hadn’t noticed he was gone, so Jake wasn’t sent to come after him. Huh. “Ah… right, sorry.” And so Quentin did as he was told, letting his jacket fall on the floor behind him as he pulled up the sleeve of his shirt a little, watching Jake tie the scarf around his lanky arm with expert precision.

He nodded as he finished, quickly moving his hand away and going back to focusing on the toolbox he’d brought with him, seemingly wanting nothing else to do with Quentin.

But he wasn’t done. As he let the sleeve of his shirt go from his fingers, and reached behind him to grab his jacket and rest it on his lap, he found himself speaking again. “What’re you doing here?”

“Wish I could tell you.”

“...No, not like… here, just. Here. With me.”

“It’s my thinking tree.”

“Huh?”

Without looking behind him, Jake moved his shoulder and pointed to the tree bark just behind him. Sure enough, crudely carved with something blunt, his initials, JP, were right there.

“...Shit, now I feel-”

“Don’t.” The survivalist cut him off before he could finish, glancing up for a moment or two. “You needed it more than me. I can share.”

The harshness of his affirmation made Quentin stop, mouth hanging with another excuse on the tip of his tongue before he decided it would be best to drop it again, not wanting to drag on the pity. He looked down at his hands, to his own blood on his fingertips, gently tugging at the sleeves. “What’re you… thinking about?”

“Hm?” He looked up again.

“You said this was your thinking tree, so what are you thinking about?”

Jake looked away for a moment, down at his toolbox, before glancing back up and shrugging his shoulders. “I dunno.”

He didn’t know what else he expected, really. Still, it made him laugh a little, still shaking a bit, and for a moment he swore he was Jake’s mouth tug into an ever-so-slight smile.

They didn’t say much else after that, and the sound of rummaging tools was more of a comfort than anything anxiety-inducing, enough that Quentin had even taken to watching him sort (he would have closed his eyes and listened, but he couldn’t bear to do it, not here, not now) with precision.

“What’re you missing?”

“Hacksaw. Think we have a few spare, I don’t know.”

“Oh, we do. I think David brought one back a few trials ago.”

Jake hummed, nodding to himself as he put everything back again, picking the wet leaves off every so often.

The boy watched him again, looking up to analyse his face for a moment, before he continued. “Uh… thanks.”

The box snapped shut, the mechanism locking as he flicked it up and over the latch again, as the survivalist looked over, eyebrow raised.

“Well, just- for the… scarf,” He lifted up his arm, waving it around weakly before letting it rest again, elbow on his thight. “And, uh… being here.”

“I was coming here anyway. It’s fine. But…” Jake paused, tapping a gloved hand on top of the metal box resting in front of him. “You’re, uh… welcome. Just- don’t… do this again. People are gonna ask. You probably dont wanna talk about it. So, I dunno, if you feel… bad. I’m- well, I’m not good, but-”

“I think this is the most I’ve heard you say in one breath.”

Jake was caught off guard by that, and then, Quentin was entirely sure he smiled at him. “Yeah… guess so.”

So he didn’t have to have an impromptu therapy session yet, at least. Jake knew something was up, but he wasn’t going to ask… nor was he forget about it either. But that wasn’t as unnerving as it should have been. Because now Jake kept an eye on him, and little by little, there were cracks starting to show in that cold exterior he’d put on for so long. So, in a way, the worst of it had brought on a new era at the campfire. The one where Quentin could close his eyes and smile, and the one where Jake could finally connect with someone.

#dead by daylight #quentin smith #jake park #parksmith #(i suppose)#off the record #prove thyself

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arminbitchlover · 3 years

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hello! aot/snk matchup, pls? she/her, and my preferred nicknames are... uhm, princess/baby! any cutesy nicknames are fine with me. my major is multimedia arts! my biggest pet peeve are ignorant people. i have a male preference, and my mbti is infp! my zodiac sign is cancer (scorpio moon, cancer rising). my hobbies are music, drawing, writing and internet rping! i am 4'10 ft, light tan skin, dark hair, & big, dark eyes. my kinnie is historia! "still waters run deep" is my fave quote :)

100 milestone event!

Your matchup is...

Eren Jaeger

Your favorite date is treasure hunting.

Eren is NOT creative in the slightest, so it's your job to plan out the really fun dates that nobody would ever really do. So, while you and Eren were driving around you saw a garage sale going on and of course you have to see if there's any goods and check it out. Eren saw how your face lit up when you found cute knick knacks or old art supplies that were still in good condition and from then on he needed to see that stunning smile all the time. Now, you have your treasure hunting dates extremely randomly, sometimes you'll find three garage sales in a week or have to wait a month for one to pop up again, so you enjoy every second of it. And when you get home, you'll start rambling and showing off to Eren the new use of your good finds and he'll pay attention to every little thing you say.

Your relationship is calm and strong.

When you guys got together, neither of you were really excited or thrilled because somehow both of you knew that you were meant to be together anyways. But when you told your friends that you were dating Eren, they all flipped and said how they would've never thought you guys got along let alone like each other. Since the beginning, your relationship had been rock solid; there's no issues when it comes to trust or feeling jealousy when you talk to the opposite gender (tbh eren gets a tiny bit jealous but keeps it to himself).

Drabble:

"Another great date, thank you, babe." You lean over to the driver's seat and give your boyfriend a kiss.

"You know I'll do anything to see your beautiful smile." He blushes and puts his car out of park.

You look at the back seat and see your pile of findings, feeling nothing but pure excitement.

"What do you want to show me, princess?" He chuckles and places his hand on your lower thigh.

"Okok, hold on." You unbuckle your seatbelt and swiftly pull out a brand new sketchbook.

You radiate such little kid energy and Eren can never get enough of it. School's already a burden on you as it is so he never gets to see you genuinely be happy without college work being on the back of your mind.

"I can't believe they would want to get rid of this!" You run your hands through the blank pages, already getting ideas of what to draw.

"I'm sure you'll make way better use of it than they ever could." As he stops at a stoplight, he grabs your chin and pulls you into a soft kiss.

"What was that for?" You look down and feel your face start to get hot.

He always knows how to get you flustered.

"Just felt like it." He shrugs his shoulders with a smirk and focuses his attention back on the road.

#100 milestone

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petri808 · 5 years

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Believe

It’s just a short Drabble, sorry idk just had to write it down, let out a bit of angst but just couldn’t bring myself to end it in angst either.

Lucy’s hands begin to tremble as the letter she holds crinkles between them. Not another one. Her knees buckle and she braces herself against her desk, dropping the paper and envelope while tears slowly trickle down. Why? Why wasn’t she good enough for them? Her stories were filled with everything a good fantasy romance needed! Tons of action... heartache... friendship and love... the fight scenes were like play by plays of their own lives! How could it, “not be realistic...” not good enough for these publishers. “it’s a fucking fantasy novel you assholes!”

So distraught was she, that the presence of her partner climbing through the living room window didn’t even register. Natsu hung back a moment gathering the clues. He could smell the high level of salt in the air and knew, without seeing the tears that were surely flowing. He could hear by her shallow and broken exhalations that the pain was killing her. And when she screamed... his fists clenched at his sides ready to do battle but with what? There was no one else around, no villains of flesh and bone to vanquish. Her anger was of the kind he didn’t fully understand.

Steeling away his own emotions, Natsu walks over and gently places a hand on her shoulder in an effort not to spook her. Lucy flinches at first but once her mind registers who it was, she accepts his open embrace. She buries her face in his chest and grips tightly to his vest, allowing the scent of smoky musk to envelop her. He wraps his arms around her, smoothing his hand over her back and cradling her head. With a quiet inflection, “Lucy, what happened?”

“I-I got a re-rejec-ject-tion letter from the pub-pub-lisher today!”

His eyes scan over the desk and notices they slightly crushed piece of paper. “Oh Luce, please stop crying, there are others we can try, maybe your friend Jason could...”

“No, I’m done! I-I’m done trying!” She pulls back, her expression flying into anger. “This rejection hurts too much!”

“But just one...”

“Not one...” her voice a trailing whisper, “this was the fifth.”

Stepping away, Lucy opens one of the desk drawers and pulls out a stack of envelopes. “Too cutesy,” dropping the first one on the desk. “Love scenes are bland,” dropping the second. “Too much action,” the third slipping from her fingers. “Plot is confusing,” tossing the last down then picking up the fifth she crumples it into a ball screaming at it. “Fight scenes not realistic enough!” She hangs her head, “I’m just not cut out to be a real writer after all...”

“Lucy,” Natsu forces her head up, “look at me and listen. I don’t know much about books but you are a damn good writer! Why do you even keep these letters if they make you feel so bad?!”

“B-Because,” she blinks, taken aback by the intensity in his eyes, “because I hoped they would push me to do better.”

“Well it ain’t working,” he grabs everything off the desk, “so you don’t need these anymore.” Her eyes shoot wide open as Natsu’s flame devours the papers in a flash of red and orange. “Right?” He grabs her by the shoulders and shakes her when she doesn’t respond. “Earthland to Lucy, am I right? My girl is a badass and anything that says otherwise is a lie.”

“But what if it’s true, I mean all those...”

“Those are their opinions but we know you are a good writer and we’ll find a publisher willing to help you.”

Her eyes start to cloud over again, “Natsu you don’t know the first thing about books. How can you just declare I’m a good writer like that?”

Natsu cradles her face, “because I believe in you that's how. My Luce can kick bad guys asses, she can command the stars, and she can defeat a little thing like some publisher whose probably some miserable little man behind a desk.”

“I guess...”

“Not I guess, say I will.”

“Okay, okay I will, geez,” rolling her eyes, “happy now?”

“Much,” he chuckles with a grin, “now that sounds more like my Lucy.”

#nalu #nalu fan fic #angst #fluff #just a Drabble to let off some steam

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junionigiri · 5 years

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Boom Clap [bnha: vigilantes one shot]

Story Summary: Haimawari Koichi is quite content spending New Year's Eve alone in his run-down rooftop apartment, but Iida Tensei has other plans.

Relationship: Haimawari Koichi/Iida Tensei

Rating: T

Warnings/Notes: haha wtf is a warm-up drabble anyways. this isn’t edited but whatever. gonna go back to my other AU in a bit. Happy new year everyone :)

31 December 20XX, 2154H

Haimawari Koichi watches the night sky alone.

He has cans of beer, one of them already open and half-empty in his hand. His phone is out, but apart from taking piss-poor quality photos of the stray fireworks already colouring the night sky in vivid oranges and greens and pinks, it is glaringly quiet. Almost… annoyingly so. But he can’t complain.

Pop is finally spending time with her family and not with some college-aged vigilante, as proper middle school girls ought to. Makoto-senpai is with her older brother too--she managed to pressure him into going home to see their parents after so long.

His college friends wouldn’t step near here, for obvious reasons. And the kinda-friends he’s met as a vigilante… well, Koichi’s kind of dense, but even he understands that inviting Eraserhead for a beer here isn’t the most genius idea.

Knuckleduster… well who knows where he really is right now. Koichi only hopes that he’s alive wherever he is. He doesn’t have a lot of chances to say that he misses that insane master of his, not even to himself.

And… that’s the extent of his friends, he realizes. Those close enough that he can theoretically ask to spend some time with him on his little rooftop in the city, at least.

That’s… kind of sad. But he tries not to think about that too much.

There’s no one else here.

It’s not so bad, he supposes. Life as a college student by day, a vigilante by night isn’t exactly the most quiet. He made up a stupid University-related excuse not to go home to Mom’s because villains don’t take the holidays off (and also he prefers meeting the new year without being slapped silly like a fly). So he should really enjoy the quiet, while he can.

Another stray firework explodes above his head. He tries to capture it on camera, for what it’s worth. As expected, it looks shitty, exactly what you get from a flip-phone camera.

He deletes it.

It’s quiet. A breeze blows by, cold and biting, but his All Might hoodie keeps him warm.

It’s the perfect time for a villain to strike. If he were a villain, he’d strike now.

He looks at the streets below his complex. Come on. Somebody? Anybody?

Nope. Nada. He sighs, and looks up the sky again. Maybe he should patrol, or something? Ah, but during holidays like this, the younger heroes are out and about, on higher alert than on a normal day. If he ran into any of them, he might just be the one to get arrested. Not the best thing to happen to greet the new year.

His phone rings like a bell, startling him. “Ah--”

He flips his phone open. A single message, a short one, but just enough to make his heart flutter.

Tensei Iida (2201H): Happy New Year to you and your family! Here’s hoping that the incoming year is prosperous! Let’s work hard together! - Turbo Hero Ingenium

He’s two hours too early for the generic new year’s greeting texts, isn’t he? He must have thought ahead and sent the message before the signals got congested. Figures that the Turbo Hero is ahead of everyone, even new year’s texts.

Still… Koichi’s smiling a little too wide just receiving a generic greeting. Ah, frickin’ stupid, really--

Their chat thread isn’t exactly brimming with messages, either. In fact, this is the first message in their log. They exchanged numbers ages ago during one of their runs, but there really isn’t a good reason for either of them to send messages to each other. Besides, Koichi thinks that it wouldn’t be good for one of the more popular heroes to be in close contact with an infamous vigilante--who knows when the police might need to check his text records, or something…

Oh… and also, his crippling shyness gets in the way of making a proper human-like text too, let’s not forget about that.

His fingers tap nervously against the keys of his phone, erasing and re-typing and erasing his messages again. Double-thinking whether it’s too eager or too disinterested or just right for him to text now, or in a minute, or in an hour--

What is he going to say, anyway? Blessings to you too, please keep watching out for us? Yeah, let’s work hard together, you on the legal side and me on the dark shady criminal side? Yeah man I can’t wait til we run again, please wear tighter jogging shorts this year hehe jk lol. Oh, wait, is this the appropriate time to confess his crazy gay crush yet? With any luck, the moment Tensei reads it, there’s fireworks in the sky, boom boom and then--

Koichi, no. Just. No.

He inhales, and lets his thumbs fly over the keypad. Happy New Year, he starts out in Japanese, ending with a :) .

Too plain. He deletes that.

Happy New Year, he writes, in English this time. There, that’s not too plain, that might be something that Tensei will at least be a lil bit amused to read. Right. He thinks about it a little more, and adds another :) .

Well. That won’t make any hearts throb. That’s… seenzoned material, that’s not really-- yeah, that’s really boring, even for a generic new year’s greeting that he’s spent a lot of thought on.

A generic new year’s greeting that he’s spent five… ten… fifteen minutes composing already. What the fuck, Koichi. Just say something, anything, just fill up the screen with some shitty fireworks kaomoji and blame it on Pop if he asks about it.

He takes a deep breath. Okay, so… the past year he’s gotten away a lot with being a little more impulsive, right? So just… say what you want, and just let things happen. Most likely nothing will happen, so.

Me: Happy New Year! Thanks for all your help this year. Hope you and your family are doing well, ‘specially Tenya. If you’re patrolling, I hope you don’t run into anyone too dangerous lol~

Before he berates himself for sounding stupid, he presses send. It gets delivered at 2218H.

Okay. Well that isn’t so bad. But the cutesy ~ makes him cringe.

He shuts his phone with a satisfying snap and takes a sip of his beer. Ugh, his face is getting warm, this beer isn’t cold enough! Come on, isn’t it supposed to be winter, where are the bitter biting winds when you need them?

No cold wind comes, only another message. He almost tosses his phone over the side of the building the moment his phone chimes again.

He takes a deep breath, flips his phone open and reads:

Tensei Iida (2221H): Thanks, Haimawari-kun! Tenya’s doing well, he’s with our grandparents outside the city. Just about to finish my shift now tho, so obviously I won’t be celebrating with everyone ^_^’ Are you patrolling too? Try not to get caught, okay?

Ahhh ahhh a real reply ahhhhhhh a blessed smiley from Ingenium, ahhh. He needs to go in and put his head in the freezer.

But he doesn’t--Tensei replied to him really fast, so surely it’s polite to reply to him really fast too. I mean it’s the polite thing to do. A guy on patrol in a quiet city has the means to reply fast, so he should return the favor.

Trying to will his heart not to go doki doki much like a shoujo manga heroine, he struggles to type, Oh, im not lmao theres a lot of you out there and i dont want to spend the new year in prison.

Tensei Iida (2224H): You’re right! That’s a relief. I don’t want to go to Tartarus just so we can go jogging together! ;) Tensei Iida (2224H): so are you with your folks? Out of town?

The winky face, and the implication that Tensei would visit him in maximum security prison should the opportunity arises almost kills him on the spot. Koichi suppresses another urge to roll over the cement tiles of the rooftop and manages to reply:

Me (2226H): nah. naruhata Tensei Iida (2327H): oh. In the university dorm, by yourself? Me (2228H): haha no lmao i dont live in the university. i live up on the roof in that one rundown apartment two blocks away cant miss it Me (2229H): but yeah by myself Tensei Iida (2331H): !!! on new years eve? Me (2232H): yeah? Tensei Iida (2335H): Oh! Well, that’s not good... Me (2236H): lmao do u feel that sorry for me Tensei Iida (2337H): It’s not that! Sorry hahahaha Me (2238H): its ok haha

Well, that’s a little awkward. Koichi doesn’t know what to say next, and when the minutes pass by, the speedy replies suddenly stops. He tries to type out another reply to tell him to change the subject but he has no clue how to proceed.

And then, the minutes pass in silence. There are more fireworks rising in the skies now, building up a crescendo for the bigger ones scheduled for midnight. They’re really pretty, but Koichi’s guts are in turmoil, giddiness making them churn in one direction, and pure anxiety in the opposite direction.

Fifteen minutes later, to his surprise, his phone chimes again.

Tensei Iida (2253H): 16th st apartment complex?

A firework goes boom behind his head. Koichi blinks. Uh. yeah, he types in dumbly.

Tensei Iida (2254H): Ok. Look down. :D

Koichi stares at the message for another dumb second and almost trips over himself rushing to the edge.

It’s a little hard to see since he’s way down there, but Koichi doesn’t miss the shiny silver and blue of Ingenium’s mecha-inspired hero suit. He’s waving up at him, and Koichi hopes that he sees him waving back.

He’s prepared to turn on his heel and run down to meet him, but he sees Tensei hold his hand up, in a gesture for him to stay right where he is. Koichi tilts his head curiously, raises both arms in a confused shrug.

He’s far away, but Koichi sees him give his trademark grin. He goes five steps backwards…

And Recipro-bursts his way up the side of the building.

“Holy sh--”

It’s less than half a minute when Ingenium makes it up and over the ledge. Smoke rises from the engines of his arms and it’s really concerning, but the way the Turbo Hero is just smiling at him with a salute, like he’s in a mission to rescue him from the burning building of his heart just... makes him melt in a stupid puddle without any sense of comprehension.

“Hey there, Crawler,” Tensei says, stepping closer to him.

“Hey,” Koichi stammers out. “Um… that was neat and all, but you know we have an elevator, so--”

The pro laughs. “Yeah, but elevators are pretty slow, and I wanted to see you faster than they would allow me.”

Anyone who is interested is free to canvass Koichi’s corpse of its vital organs. Just. Say the word.

“Yeah, you were… pretty fast, haha.” His voice catches like he’s still in puberty. He clears his throat. “I didn’t know you could run up the sides of buildings. That’s pretty insane.”

“Yeah, I didn’t know I could too.”

“Uh.”

Tensei collapses on the floor, legs crossed and arms waving in front of him like they’re boneless. “You wouldn’t happen to have any juice there, would you? My arms are feeling pretty wobbly, and--”

Aaaah wtf! “Y-yeah, hang on a sec, Iida--”

Koichi glides in his apartment in the speed of light and rummages through the scanty contents of his fridge. He has to dig a bit to find the stock of grapefruit juice at the back.

(Since that incident with the Catbus, he buys a stock of them on impulse and carries a bottle with him during patrols. In the tiny chance that he runs into Tensei and he needs extra fuel, he’s frickin’ ready. And if he doesn’t, well… grapefruit juice doesn’t taste that bad, so…)

He’s back to Tensei in record time. He tosses the bottle to him, and the pro chugs it down gratefully. He instantly looks refreshed at the last gulp, puts down the bottle with an aahhh and only grins at Koichi’s distress.

“What the heck, Iida! You haven’t done anything like that before?!”

He laughs awkwardly. “I’ve run up two storeys before, but--”

Koichi’s apartment complex is, like, ten storeys high. “Y-you could have gone splat or kaboom on the way up here, man! You could have been a really bloody human firework!”

Tensei shrugs. “I didn’t though! This tells me a lot about what I can do with my quirk!”

He’s a little too chill for someone who could have fallen ten storeys down onto the dirty Naruhata pavement, Koichi thinks. He gives him an exasperated look and collapses next to him. “Yeah, I guess, but… you didn’t have to do all that just to see me…”

He grins at him again, leans his head closer to his, like he tends to do from time to time. Koichi reckons that it’s because Tensei doesn’t have a good sense of personal space, but all the same it makes his heart throb painfully in his chest. “I felt like I did. Let me show off from time to time, Haimawari-kun.”

Ahh you cheesy bastard, Tensei, you bleeding show-off. It’s a good thing it’s so dark, because he’s sure he’s a cherry tomato by that time, and he can’t blame it on the half-empty can of beer next to him. “Hah! Sure, do that… I’d show off my new moves to you too if I could. You’re lucky I can’t, you’d feel like a total slowpoke hahaha--”

What the fuck is he saying, he doesn’t know anymore. This back-and-forth shit-talking thing (Makoto insists that it’s flirting, but Koichi disagrees because hah why would Iida Tensei flirt with a guy like him?) is more natural when they’re running out the streets and out of breath from trying to outdo each other. Without the excuse of physical exhaustion to explain away his stammering, Koichi’s a little worried of how brainless he might have sounded then.

Tensei only looks more and more amused, and doesn’t get any less close. “I dunno about that, Crawler. Been a while since we had a real race.”

“Heh, you’re right.” Koichi has been more careful using his quirk in public, out of disguise. He doesn’t wear his All Might hoodies when he’s around Tensei, unless by accident.

A silence falls between them, a slightly uncomfortable one where Koichi is hyperaware of the steadily increasing proximity between them, of the alcohol in his veins, of his rushing pulse. Trying to distract himself, he reaches out for an unopened can of beer and offers this to Tensei, who accepts.

He pulls the tab off the cheap, lukewarm thing, tilts it close to his. “Cheers.”

Koichi nods. “Cheers.”

They take a swig in unison. Fireworks explode above them, spurts of colors in the sky. The shine of the lights above do something interesting over the steel of Tensei’s suit.

“Hey, so… if you want to take your suit off--”

“Hm?” Tensei looks down on himself. “You want me to strip down? I usually expect dinner first, but for you--”

“That’s not what I--” Koichi stammers, as he flushes in an ever deeper scarlet that he doesn’t think is even possible. Ah, how drunk is he, huh? How Asian is he that he would turn this red, just from drinking this teensy amount of beer?

He takes off the metal plates more carelessly than Koichi reckons he should be handling them, and lets them down on the floor next to him with a sound. Tensei looks grateful for the extra breathing space as he leans back to appreciate the growing noise and lights above them. “This is an awesome spot, Koichi. The view’s great from up here, huh?”

“Yeah, you know it.”

(And the younger boy leans back, away from him, and tries not to appreciate how Tensei looks in just that tight black bodysuit thing he has underneath. Lean, broad, muscly, like a Greek god, and...)

A few quiet moments pass by. Tensei finishes a can. Koichi works on his third one and he doesn’t know why he’s suddenly drinking so fast. He coughs a little to clear up his suddenly tight throat. “So it’s weird because you almost died going up here, but thanks for coming up here, I guess… it’s pretty cool being up here, by myself--”

Perfectly content, and lonely, and quite possibly drunk by himself by this time, but not as drunk as he feels right there next to him--

“--but it’s cool not… looking at all the pretty lights by myself this time,” he struggles out. Stupid, really, he isn’t even looking at the fireworks anymore, just the beer can under his nose, like he’s reading tea leaves and begging for some clarity.

“Yeah. I’m glad I invited myself up here, too,” Tensei says gently. “I’m shameless I know, but knowing you’re alone up here, I couldn’t help myself--”

Koichi laughs nervously. “Yeah, you are pretty--”

When he turns his head, Tensei’s nose is two centimeters away from his. His eyes are looking right into his, freezing him in place.

“... pretty,” he swallows, already lost. “... shameless.”

Tensei makes a sound in his throat, so quiet that he can’t hear it among the sounds of explosions, but he’s so close he feels the hit, like he Shooty-Go-Blammed himself in the chest. He might be agreeing or disagreeing but fuck whatever they were talking about, Koichi can’t remember why the small talk matters anymore.

Tensei puts one gloved hand underneath his chin, a lackadaisical grin on his face showing off that sharp incisor that Koichi thinks is very cute. “Pretty,” he agrees.

He feels the change in the air, feels the charge spark in between them, through his eyeballs and his little brain.

They lean in closer. Eyes flutter closed. Koichi’s heart is beating fast and hot and electric.

Lips touch.

Explosions go off in his brain.

Ahhh, Koichi screams in his head, as the sensation of Tensei’s insanely soft lips on his beery virgin ones immediately makes him question reality. One hand goes up to experimentally touch the back of the older man’s head, fingers threading through that soft, dark hair. He pushes a little, nudges him just a little closer to him. The minuscule distance between them practically disappears.

“Ahhh--” This time his mental scream is an audible gasp when Tensei pushes him down on the concrete, supporting his head and back with gloved hands, and continues the kissing with Koichi underneath him.

Sparks of light litter the night air, like violent blooming flowers against the infinite canopy of darkness, in booms and kablooeys and claps and other ridiculous noises. Koichi doesn’t care to wax poetic about them, not when his heart is probably doing the same shit, with Tensei and his warmth is right there above him, feeling so nice and right.

Yeah, he belongs right here, right in his arms. What the hell has he done all year, the blur that is his 19 years of life, before this?

Eventually they have to break the kiss to get some of that chill air between their lungs. They gasp in unison, a dashing smile on Tensei’s face, and a dopey smile on Koichi’s. The older man caresses the side of his face. “Haimawari-kun,” he says gently.

“Yeah? Ah, it’s Koichi, by the way.”

Tensei nods. “Koichi-kun,” he repeats.

That right there is the stuff of dreams. Koichi feels like he’s overheating, despite the winter night. “Hah, is it new years yet, Iida? We should be counting down, or something--”

He gets another sweet kiss on the lips instead. Moments stretch before him. The concrete under him feels like the softest cloud as he allows himself to melt under his touch once again.

“It’s Tensei,” he breathes sensually into his ear. “And… honestly, I don’t care about the time, Koichi, just--”

There’s jovial shouting down at where the city square is, and more light and noise, far away from their rooftop.

“Yeah,” Koichi agrees with a smile. “Fuck that clock.”

They laugh like a couple of idiots, and kiss some more and damn, he could do with more of this in the coming years.

Soon, it’s January. The air is getting a little colder. They spend the rest of the first day of the new year in Koichi’s humble apartment, warmer than either of them could ever hope for.

#bnha fic #bnha vigilantes #tenkoi #koisei #haimawari koichi #iida tensei #koichi x tensei #new years kiss #let's celebrate everyone

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laurieteddy · 5 years

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Hi, may I have an Avengers ship? I’m a Pansexual, cis female. I’m a Slytherin, INTJ, sassy and sarcastic smol person standing at only 5’0. I enjoy writing and drawing about fluff, I also love watching and reading Horror. I’m a bit stubborn. Affectionate, but only on my own terms, I’m uncomfortable with unwanted physical contact. My humour is pretty dark but I have a very cutesy facade to my being, so at first glance, you wouldn’t be able to tell. I love snakes, they’re my favourites. Thanks!

There are like little drabbles I wrote in this for you and the person, let me know what you think :)

Hope you like it! I kind of ended up getting more detailed than I meant to so... sorry about that and I won’t be doing this much for every ship bc I don’t have it in me. There are probably many typos but I hope it’s still good... also

Ships close today at 11:59 PM EST

Your ship: Tony Stark

Your best friend/s: Sam Wilson and Steve Rogers

Who asked who on the first date: you | them

Tony would know that you had a completely different side than just a cute sweetheart, which he would love honestly. He would want to see that other side of you so he would work at getting to know you. From day one he would be blunt with you, telling you “I know that you really have something darker about you, there’s no way you’re rainbows and sunshine,” the first day he met you because he’s a freak like that. He genuinely would be interested in getting to know you better though and it would be because he would really think he’d like your personality. So, after hanging around you when Steve invited you over, he would eventually ask you on a date.

“A date? You want to go on a date,” You questioned, “with me?”

Tony nodded, a smile growing on his face. “Yep. I just think you seem really interesting.”

You gave him a look saying you didn’t really believe him, and it wasn’t because it was Tony Stark asking you, you didn’t care about that. It was because, while he did truly seem intrigued by you, he didn’t strike you as someone that actually tried getting to know someone in such a typical way. Tony would usually just research someone instead of actually trying to get to know them from them. A date with Tony Stark could mean anything from going to a gas station at 3:00 AM to get slushies and go stargazing, to him taking you for dinner at the most expensive place in town and then proceeding to take you to a charity ball as his plus one.

Not to mention, he just never seemed interested in you in that way, at least to you, and you honestly weren’t sure if you could picture him in such a way. “I mean, are you sure? We barely know each other.”

“That’s kind of why people go on dates, to get to know each other. Obviously you don’t have to go, just thought it didn’t hurt to ask.” He stuffed his hands into his pockets, nervousness washing over him.

You noted that, too, he was actually nervous. He wasn’t just asking you like you were any woman he would take as an escort, he seemed to actually be interested. Which was shocking in ways because of all the things you heard in the news about him, all the things involving women specifically. You weren’t one to let what others say fog what the person is actually like... but everyone always talked about Tony being a playboy, even Tony. It just seemed that your personalities would be too much for one another, more so too much for you than him.

Tony always was a very outgoing person, sometimes not knowing when to hold back. You always tend to show your more quiet side where you keep to yourself. So, at first glance, Tony is a LOT. He did try to not be as loud around you though, at least while he got to know you. He didn’t want to push you away with his loud mouth before he even got a shot at getting to know you.

“Look, I know I’m a lot to handle and I come off loud and pushy. So I wouldn’t blame you if you said no, and not just for those reasons. But, I am seriously curious about you and I’m not just wanting a fling, I know I’m famous for them.” He pressed his lips together and breathed out of his nose, “Maybe think on it? You could pick what we do on the date so you know I won’t go all out.”

Alright, this is ending here before it turns into a oneshot, lemme know if you want more though!

Who kissed the other first: you | them

Tony would completely understand and respect your boundaries. He would always make sure that you were comfortable with every milestone in your relationship, from holding hands to kissing. He would let you make the first moves with these things, even telling you that he would wait until you were comfortable, you just tell him when.

Your first kiss would be on his cheek, which he would absolutely melt when it happened. Honestly? He would die on sight anytime you kissed him, no matter where or how brief it was.

Who fell in love first: you | them

Tony is just that Bitch™ that immediately falls in love. He feels so many different kinds of love, fight me. And he would feel so many kinds of love with you as he fell deeper and deeper. No matter the kind he felt for you in whatever stage of the relationship, he would feel it deeply. You would be someone, to him, that was so selfless, caring, warm, hilarious, creative, the list goes on. He would see you or even just think of you and know everything was going to be alright. Because of this... he would be the first to say “I love you.”

Who says ‘I love you’ first: you | them

You and Tony were up at an outrageously late time, both in your own worlds. You were upstairs working on a drawing while Tony was down in his lab working on a new suit. Neither of you realized the time, not that it would matter if you did. Well, that is to say, it wouldn’t matter to you if you were up that late and it wouldn’t matter to Tony if he was up that late. But, it would matter to each other if the other was awake. You two often were a bit hypocritical when it came to things like that, saying the other needed to take better care of themselves.

Tony realized the time, due to FRIDAY reminding him he needed sleep for his long day tomorrow. But he didn’t care, he only took a break from his lab to go get more coffee. On his way to the kitchen, he saw you drawing, or it seemed. For a moment he just watched you, considering whether he should remind you of the time or just let you be. He knew that if you did tell you what time it was you would be convincing him to get some sleep, which he wasn’t sure if he wanted to sleep yet. He did know that you needed the sleep though.

“What’cha up to?” He broke the silence, pushing himself off the wall and making his way to you.

You looked up, jumping slightly surprised by his presence. Your shoulders fell as you relaxed, realizing it was him. “I’m working on a new drawing of my original character. What about you? Coffee break?”

He nodded, “Yep, figured I need it if I’m going to stay up any later.”

“Later?” You questioned and looked at the time, “Three in the morning?! Tony, you have press conferences tomorrow, why are you up so late?”

“Don’t you mean I have press conferences today and I’m up too early?” A grin spread on his face, “Besides, you can’t talk.”

You sighed, setting your drawing down and rubbing your eyes. He was right, you couldn’t talk but neither could he. Both of you had heavy bags under your eyes, your hair messy, and movements becoming more and more clumsy. You still would of course bicker about the other being up so late, you always did.

“At least I don’t have things to do all day tomorrow and I can rest up. But you actually have things scheduled, Tony, and,” You went on listing reasons why he should be asleep.

He began to zone out, he has heard it all before and you both know it will end with both of you agreeing to go to sleep so long as the other did. He thought about the first time you found him still awake at an ungodly hour, you were actually asleep, to begin with. You woke up and he wasn’t there, which you initially thought nothing of until you heard soft music coming from another room. You decided to go find the source of the music, thus stumbling upon Tony.

You asked him what he was doing and why he was up still then tried getting him back to bed. He first thought to himself that he wouldn’t fall for it, but he did. He melted immediately when hearing your voice crack with a want for more sleep. He went back to bed, but it wasn’t because he cared about how much sleep he got. It was because he knew you wouldn’t give up until he did and he didn’t want to make you lose sleep. But, the more often this happened the easier it became for him to tell you, and you to tell him, that you would stay up for a few more hours. That was, until this moment.

Tony remembered how he did just melt for you before, how could he not? You had his best interest at heart and you always looked and sounded so soft when getting him back to sleep. He knew he did still melt for you, even if it took a little convincing, but he didn’t mind. He loved you and, even if he would never actually verbally admit it, you had him wrapped around your finger.

“Alright,” he interrupted, “I will go back to bed if you will.”

You nodded reluctantly and intertwined your fingers with his before asking FRIDAY to turn everything off for the night. You rested your head on Tony’s shoulder on the way to your room, your body pulling heat from his making you even more tired.

He smiled softly, gently squeezing your hand and planting a kiss on top of your head. “I love you.”

Again, stopping here... if you want more let me know!

Random:

Tony would dedicate a floor in Stark Tower to snakes for you and you can’t convince me otherwise. I mean,, the giant rabbit??? He would so do that.

Sometimes you guys would see who could out sass the other.

Tony wouldn’t love lightly, neither would you.

You and Steve would become friends because you would treat him like anyone else and he would 110% love your gallows humor. It’s just such a WWII thing and he’d carry it with him.

#ship #pyromaniac-skeleton

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prinanalogicality · 6 years

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Masterpost

Okay, wowza. I have written lots of things for the Sanders Sides fandom, so here I am to make a masterpost of all of them. So many of them date back to before all the names were revealed, so ignore the use of things such as “Morality” or “Anxiety,” hah. I hope you enjoy!

If for some reason a link is not working, leads to the wrong thing, or I am missing anything, please feel more than welcome to send me a message about it. I would really appreciate it! Also, my ask box is always open, so feel free to send in requests for me to write things.

No Particular Ship:

Fluff. An ask was sent in, talking about Virgil enjoying having his hair played with. This is a list of headcanons where the different sides discover that he enjoys having his hair played with and how he and the others react to it.

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This is an AU that I came up with, called the Three Spaces AU or the Physical Space. This piece details the basics of just what the AU entails.

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Prinxiety:

Fluff. I Won’t Say I’m In Love. Summary: After a particularly bad day, Morality, ever the peppy dad, suggests the idea that Thomas and the others have a fun filled night of karaoke. After a considerable amount of peer pressure and persuasion from everyone and a comment from Logan, Anxiety gives in to sing one and only one song. Logan takes the opportunity to pick the song, determined to conduct his experiment, of sorts.

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Mild Angst / Fluff. Ruined Shirt. Summary: I received a prompt from a drabble list. The prompt was: "Sorry isn't going to help when I kick your ass!" Morality accidentally messes up one of Anxiety's favorite things, and Anxiety gets upset. Roman steps in to diffuse the situation.

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Fluff. Prinxiety Headcanons. Summary: Just a handful of cutesy prinxiety diddies.

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Fluff. Meant to be Mine. Summary: Roman and Anxiety have been together for three months now. The longer they are together, the more they notice about one another, and one thing that Anxiety has noticed is that Roman likes to make sure Anxiety knows that he is Roman’s, and that everyone else knows as well. They belong to one another, body and soul. So, when Anxiety hurts his hand and has trouble combing his own hair, Morality steps forward to help out his buddy. Roman doesn’t take too kindly to others playing with his Sunshine’s hair.

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Fluff. The Physical Space. Summary: Based upon the Physical Space AU that I came up with, tagged above. The sides experience their first time venturing out into the physical plane. Thomas, knowing how they bicker and afraid that he would somehow lose one of his sides, had always refused to let them out, but one day he gives in and decides to take them to the local park. Morality is ecstatic to pet all the dogs he sees, Logan is constantly flitting about to make sure Morality doesn’t contract a disease from any stray dogs, Anxiety is just trying to chill and admire nature and how cool it is to be free like this (despite feeling really anxious about being around so many other people face to face) and lastly, Roman wishes he can pay more attention to his new surroundings, but the beauty that is Anxiety in the physical space distracts him more than anything.

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Fluff. The Sash. Summary: An ask was sent in to my tumblr, requesting a piece from a sentence starters list. The prompt was: "You know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex." After Anxiety ruins one of Roman’s sashes, Roman is none to happy with his boyfriend.

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Fluff. Weak. Summary: An ask was sent in to my tumblr with a request from a list of sentence starters. The prompts were: "Ha! I found a weak spot on you, didn't I?" and "Are you wearing my shirt?" Roman wanders into Anxiety's room and is a bit surprised by what he finds.

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Heavy Angst. Don’t Take My Sunshine Away. Summary: An ask was sent in to my tumblr with a request from a large prompt list. The prompt was: "Don't die on me - please." After a fight with Anxiety, Roman not only experiences a sleepless night, but he also forgets to enchant his door to keep the beasts he often vanquishes at bay. One gets out, leading to unfortunate events.

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Fluff / Implied Smut. That Can Be Arranged. Summary: I received a request on my tumblr from a large list of prompts. The prompt was: "Bite me." Roman demands that Anxiety gives him his attention over his phone, leading to a bit of a tickle war.

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Smut. Teasing. Summary: I received an ask on tumblr with two prompts: "Stop teasing so much..." and "Good boy." There is nothing in this world that Roman enjoys more than taking care of his boy.

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Angst. Doubt. Summary: I received an ask on tumblr with a request for a fic to be based off of the song Doubt by twenty one pilots. Anxiety and Roman are in a relationship. Despite that, Anxiety doesn’t believe that he is someone that deserves to be loved. Roman disagrees.

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Fluff. Of Idiots and Ink. Summary: Human!Sides. In this world, whenever your soulmate writes on themselves, the ink shows up on your body as well. Many soulmates use this as a way to communicate and meet up with the one they are meant to be with, and, wanting to meet his love, Roman writes cute notes on himself everyday in hopes that one day the soulmate link will be found and his lover will view his words of love. He has always been excited about the prospect of his soulmate responding and living happily ever after. One morning he writes “Good morning, my love” on his forearm and checks back to see “No morning is good” written beneath it in a handwriting that is most definitely not his own.

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Heavy Angst. Not About Angels. Summary: One-sided. Anxiety has dreams.

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Fluff. The Netflixing and the Chilling. Summary: I received a prompt from a drabbles list on my tumblr. The prompt was: "You can't banish me! This is my bed too!" Roman tickles Anxiety, steals his pants, and all Anxiety wants to do is watch Netflix.

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Heavy Angst. My Love. Summary: Human!Sides. All Anxiety wants is to grow old beside Roman, but it seems that fate has different plans in mind.

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Smut. The Switch. Summary: A prompt was sent in to my tumblr. The prompt was to have Anxiety taking charge in making Roman feel good, versus the other way around.

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Fluff. The White Hoodie. Summary: An ask was sent in with the prompts "You're Satan" & "Stop being so cute". Roman buys Anxiety a new hoodie.

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Fluff. Kitty Anxiety. Summary: A short series of little drabbles revolving around half-cat Virgil.

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Angst. Skinny Love. Summary: And now all your love is wasted, then who the hell was I?This is the unplanned part two to my piece titled "Not About Angels." I suggest going back and reading that first if you have not done so already, though this can be read as a stand alone. I also suggest that you listen to the song "Skinny Love" by Birdy while reading, so you can get the full angst effect.

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Fluff. Protection. Summary: Human! Sides. Walking home from work late one night, Virgil comes across a circumstance where he sees someone who may need help. In all actuality, it turns out that the antagonist may need more help than the guy Virgil was initially going to assist in the first place.

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Analogical:

Fluff. Collide. Summary: An ask was sent in to my tumblr from a prompt list of things couples can do together. "Slow dancing in the living room." Logan and Anxiety don’t have date night often, but on this particular night, they do. Logan decides to ask Anxiety to partake in an activity he learned about from a romance novel he read.

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Fluff. Enchanted. Summary: I received an ask on tumblr with a prompt that read: "I could kiss you right now!" Roman decides to enchant Anxiety’s mug to make it so any liquid consumed from it makes a person outwardly happy, but the magic does not have the desired affect.

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Smut. Private Nights. Summary: Based off of “Flesh” by Simon Curtis. Logan and Virgil have a private night together, plus aftercare.

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Fluff. Still Get Jealous. Summary: I received an ask on tumblr with a prompt: "Are you jealous?" Anxiety doesn't like it when Logan reads to Morality.

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Light Angst / Fluff. No Bounds. Summary: I received an ask with an idea. Anxiety has a hard time believing that Logan loves him, and Logan proves to him that he is all he wants.

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Fluff. New Year’s Kiss. Summary: Virgil doesn't understand what is so important about a New Year's kiss. Logan shares his confusion, so he proposes an idea so they can both figure out what the fuss is all about. Or, the one where Logan uses science as an excuse to kiss Virgil, and maybe Virgil does too.

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Moxiety:

Smut. Beauty. Summary: Human!Sides. I received a request on tumblr with a prompt: "Car sex looks so much easier in the movies." Anxiety takes Morality out on a date and decides he wants to try something new.

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Smut. My Honeybee. Summary: Can be seen as part 2 of Beauty. Human!Sides. I received an ask on tumblr requesting "You're so beautiful all spread out like this, just for me." Morality loves taking care of his honeybee in bed.

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Fluff. Human! Moxiety Headcanons. Summary: Based off of things from Beauty and My Honeybee. Just fluffy backstory of how Virgil and Patton got together, completely sfw. Beauty and My Honeybee do not need to be read in order to understand this.

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#masterpost #my fics #mine #prinxiety #analogical #moxiety #all of my works so far #this took a while #prinanalogicality #that's me #yeet #sanders sides #my masterpost #everything i have written for sanders sides

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wildernessuntothemselves · 7 years

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Florida Kilos

Second drabble from the song drabble game. You can read the first one here, and here is the BTS request list and the Girl Group request list. Song: Florida Kilos by Lana Del Rey (drug dealer sana!au) White palms, baking powder on the stove Cooking up a dream, turning diamonds into snow I feel you, pretty baby, feel me Turn it up hot, loving you is free I like it down, like it down way low But you already know that You already know Come on down to Florida I got something for ya We could see the kilos or the keys, baby, oh ya Guns in the summertime Drink a Cherry Cola lime Prison isn't nothing to me if you'll be by my side Word Count: 2k Genre: slight smut, fluff Author’s Note: so I didn’t go by the most voted sequence like I said because I really really wanted to write something for Sana. She’s been on my mind for some time and I can’t resist her :’D

Your eyes travel up the calculated, poised curve of the girl's body as she leans on open window of a police car posted near the beach, and talks up the officer inside of it. It's stupidly clear the effect she has on him. Sana is blessed with one of those innocent faces that make anyone trust her, and she has a cutesy, high-pitched voice that she uses to charm her way into people's hearts. Those two things, coupled with her natural childish disposition, make it so no human on this earth would be able to resist falling for her. Yes, when it comes to her face she's indistinguishable from an adorable little cherub, but her body tells a different story. Everything from her sexy collar bones that she loves to show off in her endless supply of off-shoulder tops to her long, honey thighs is pure sin. And she knows how to flaunt it.

The clash between her innocent face and sexy body makes the men who leer at her become filled with shame. How could they be thinking such filthy thoughts about such an angelic creature? They stammer and blush and try to hide their ogling but they still look, and maybe that, the blinding guilt and lust they have for her, is what allows her to get away with so much.

You knew for a while now that Sana is a drug dealer, to the complete obliviousness of the entire city population and police force. You weren't any better than them, really. You only knew because she allowed you to know. You tell yourself it's because she cares, because she doesn't want to keep secrets from you... but it's hard to be convinced when you see her in such short shorts, talking it up and down with that officer who won't stop glancing down at her body. Haven't he ever fucking heard of subtlety?

This shouldn't bother you so much but it does. Why does she kiss you so tenderly? Why does she let you fall for her only to turn around and do this?

Again you try to convince yourself that she's only doing that to cover her tracks and keep her image up, but that's an even harder pill to swallow. A much simpler explanation would be that you're as much of an idiot as that man in the police car, greedily drinking up whatever truth she offers you. After all, it's not like she outright told you about her illegal undertakings. You found out when you saw her in the middle of a transaction, and at the time you had thought that the eye contact she made with you and the small smile on her face meant that she intended for you to see, but now you're starting to think that it was an accident and she's merely stringing you along to get you to keep quiet.

Well, you weren't going to keep quiet, at least not to her. Dangerous drug dealer or not -and she was dangerous, you could see it in those fox eyes of hers- you were going to confront her about it. If she's concerned about you telling anyone then she shouldn't be because you'd never tell anyone anyway, but she had no right to play with your emotions like that!

"If you're going to stare at least be subtle about it." Jeongyeon, the waitress at the beach bar you are working in, snorts, making you jump. How long was she standing there?

"I'm not staring. What are you talking about?" You mumble, blushing intensely and quickly averting your eyes from your seductress.

She only snorts again as a way of reply, and you chew on your lips, your eyes already missing Sana and trying to fight the urge to look over at her again until they break out of your control and steal a glance, only to find out that she's already gone.

Disappointment drops like a stone in your stomach because even though you were intensely jealous of the scene you were witnessing just a few moments ago, you still considered it a privilege to be able to watch the divine girl seduce her way out of trouble.

Jeongyeon sees the disappointment on your face and clarifies smugly, "Don't get all pouty now, Miss Bagel herself is coming over here." She smirks and quickly leaves before the panic fully hits you.

Like a deer caught in a trap, you watch wide-eyed as Sana confidently struts over to you. "How's my favorite cocktail girl?"

Sana pins you down under her sultry gaze, and you struggle against it but you can't break free.

"I'm f-fine." You curse yourself for stuttering. Can you for once not act like a loser in front of her?

Sana reaches out and brushes away the hair from your face, a defense mechanism you use to hide yourself away like an ostrich, thinking that if you can't see the danger then it can't see you too.

"I saw you watching me earlier." She says and you pull away, embarrassment latching onto your body like a fire, but Sana only follows after you. "You know he means nothing to me right? They all mean nothing, only you do."

She lifts your chin up to make you look at her and whispers, "You believe me, don't you baby?"

And just like that, your heart goes into free fall.

"Hey, stop biting on your lips." She swipes a finger across your lips, feeling the abused surface and releasing it from the assault of your teeth. "See, you've got it all dry and cracked? Luckily for you, I've got some extra chapstick."

She doesn't give you time to think before she's closing the small distance between you and pressing her lips onto your own.

The kiss ends before it even begins. Sana pulls back right away but her face stays precariously close to yours. She uses her thumb to spread the small amount of her cherry chapstick that was now staining your lips. "Oh no, it's still dry. I think it needs more, don't you agree?"

You meekly nod and she dives in again. This time the kiss lasts longer but only slightly before she pulls back again. Each following kiss grows in duration until she has you clutching onto her silky smooth shoulders and threading through her even softer hair. Her lips taste of the salty waves and the pink cherry chapstick she obsessively wears.

She backs you into the corner adjacent to the bar's counter so you're out of sight then you feel her hand start sliding up your thigh and under your skirt. She lightly runs her finger across your slit that was embarrassingly outlined by your wet underwear. Immediately your breath hitches and you break the kiss. You'd never gone this far with her before. Actually, you've never gone beyond chaste kisses, light neck carcasses or a hand that lingers on your waist for a second too long.

"Want me to stop?" Her smile remains seductive but you can see the seriousness in her eyes. She'll stop if you want.

Your answer is quick and sure, "No."

Her giggle floats on the beachy winds and swirls around you as she leans over and kisses you neck. She starts rubbing you more firmly now and soon you find yourself whining and whimpering for more.

It was wrong, you knew it was. She was bad news and you were a good girl. You shouldn't let yourself be caught up in such illegal and dangerous things no matter how sexy, how unbelievably sexy, the package was.

Your mind was free to think whatever it liked because as soon as she eased a pretty, slender finger into you, you stopped listening to it anyway. "Does this feel good?"

"Yes, please don't stop."

"I won't stop as long as you keep moaning for me like that, pretty baby." She drawls, and you swear you could cum from just listening to her voice. You don't know what you did to deserve the attention of such a heavenly creature but it seems like the universe agrees with you because just as you were nearing your end, you hear Jeongyeon yelling for you.

"Damn it, where are you, ___!"

You have half a mind to ignore the tall girl but Sana pulls away from you and tells you to go see what she wants. You give her a betrayed look but she just laughs and gives small spank, sending you on your way.

You try to appear as calm and collected as possible as you step up to the counter as if you didn't just step out of one of your wet dreams, but it doesn't fool Jeongyeon.

"Whoa, what happened to you?" She exclaims before her raised eyebrows quickly settle down into a disgusting pervy look. "Did you finally get that make-out session from Sana that you were pining after?"

"Shut up!" You throw a washcloth at her, embarrassed by the fact that Sana was a few feet away, hearing everything she said.

"Oh, please, you are like a little puppy who--" You suddenly stop listening to Jeongyeon's humiliating rant because, no, Sana wasn't a few feet away like you had thought, but instead she was crouched under the bar counter with her hands traveling up your legs at this very moment.

You think she's going to finger you again but instead, she does something much worse. She pulls your panties to the side and presses her pouty lips to your pussy. You yelp, interrupting Jeongyeon and she narrows her eyes in suspicion. "What's with you?"

"Nothing! Is there something that you wanted. You know, besides annoying the fuck out of me?" You snap, your voice coming out shaky and unsteady.

"Geez, I was kidding. No need to bite my head off. I came to give you these orders." She starts rattling off a long list of drinks that you can't even hear because the things that Sana is doing to you under the counter are unmentionable. You can't help but sneak what was supposed to be a glance down at Sana, your eyes meeting her own fox-sharp ones and the smile she has wrapped around your sensitive clit turns her eyes even sharper. The sounds of the waves and wind are loud but the sloppy sounds of your wet pussy are so deafening that you can't believe Jeongyeon can't hear it.

When she's done recounting all the orders to you, she asks you if you've got it, and you say yes.

"Really? Are you sure you don't want to get the notepad to write them down?" She says unconvinced, and your eyes snap back to her and see the suspicious look back on her face.

"I said I got it, Jeongyeon. I'm not an amateur." You snap, hoping the rude tone would make her finally go away.

She raises both her hands up in mock surrender, "Alright, alright."

You were so desperate to get rid of her because, despite the fact that you were in public and that you were engaged in a conversation, you were dangerously close to cumming. But again, the universe was hell bent on smiting you, and just before Jeongyeon was out of earshot, your orgasm comes ripping through you like a riptide and an unmistakable moan of pleasure is torn from your throat.

Jeongyeon whirls around, eyebrows up to her hairline, and you have nothing to do but quickly duck behind the counter.

"Oh god, oh god, I'm quitting my job! No, I'm leaving the entire city!" You squeak, hiding your face behind your hands. Sana's laugh floats around you again, seeping through you and soothing you like a magic touch.

"You're saying that like I'd let you out of my sight, pretty baby." Sana smirks and removes your hands from your face, pressing a final, languid kiss to your mouth. She doesn't taste of salt and cherries anymore. Instead, she tastes of you, and your mind can't argue back when your heart tells it that nothing has ever felt more right.

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writerly-love · 7 years

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Mornings

Genre: Just complete cutesy fluff, drabble

Word Count: 964

Summary: Spending the morning with the love of your life is like a dream you get to have every day.

A/N: I’m in a really fluffy Jimin mood and this is what came out of it. I’ve seen so many soft gifs of him I had to do something. I’ve been inactive lately because I haven’t had inspiration for much but lately I’ve been bursting with inspiration and I wanted to write something good so I’ve been working on other things for later. For now, enjoy this cute little drabble with my bias! The gif is killing me he's so cute, so soft!

You were aware of your alarm blaring from somewhere in the room as you laid in bed, but you didn’t want to move. The warmth enveloping you was too good to leave behind and you thought that maybe you would be able to fall asleep again and ignore the incessant ringing sound. So you stayed where you were, cuddled into the embrace of your beloved, his arm slung around your waist and your face during in his chest. You could feel him pull you closer and place his chin gently on top of your head. Slowly you felt yourself succumbing to sleep once more, listening to the soft inhale and exhale of his breath that was drowning out the alarm in the room.

“Babe.” The familiar husky voice of your boyfriend called out softly.

You held in a groan as you were once more pulled out of the comforting embrace of sleep. Maybe if you laid there quietly he would think you were sleeping too deeply to hear him and would decide to go back to sleep as well.

“Babe.”

You squeezed your eyes tighter in hopes of just forcing yourself back to sleep at this point.

“Baaaaaabe I know you can hear me, turn off your alarm.” He whined and you knew already there was no chance you would be getting anymore sleep.

Groaning, you uncurled yourself from his arms and pouted up at him. He gave you a tired look with his eyes barely open. For a moment you just look at each other until he leaned down and pressed a soft peck to your lips, making you smile shyly and hide your face back in his chest.

His chest vibrated with a laugh and you looked back up at him with a deeper pout this time. “Don’t try to charm me into getting up.”

“But its so easy to charm you though, just a few kisses here and there..” He smiles mischievously as he presses a kiss to your forehead, then another to your nose, and finally one on your lips again.

You giggled and scrunched your nose at his cheesiness but continued to play along. “I think I’m going to need more than three or four kisses.”

Jimin grinned sleepily before diving back in and peppering your face with even more kisses, from your forehead to your neck and collar bones, making you laugh delightfully. He knew that the space around your neck and collar were more sensitive and ticklish than most so he targeted there specifically and stopped when you begged him to in between giggles.

“Was a thousand kisses enough?”

“Its more than enough, I get it I’ll get the alarm.” You said, finally calming down from the high of being tickled by kisses. Untangling yourself from him and your bedsheets, you slipped out to reach your phone on a nearby chair to turn off the alarm you had drowned out in the midst of your morning kisses.

Once it was off you turned back to the bed where Jimin laid with his arms wide, waiting your return to the warmth that was his embrace and your cotton sheets. You shook your head with a smile that made him pout. “You lost your chance to lay with me when you told me to wake up! I’m hungry now so I’m going to make breakfast.”

“[Y/NNNNNN],” He whined tiredly, “You can make breakfast later, come cuddle with me.”

You had to admit he looked absolutely adorable laying there pouting with his hair ruffled and messy as he whined in that sleepy, husky voice; but you would not let him seduce you into doing what he wants again so you stood your ground.

“I want food.” You responded with a giggle as you turned and walked out of the bedroom and to the kitchen of the apartment, where you stood for a moment trying to decide what to make.

“[Y/NNNNN]!” He whined louder this time, making you giggle.

For the time being you decided to ignore him while you got to work on making something simple for the two of you to have. You were in the process of reaching up into the cabinet to get something when something solid pressed into your back and a hand reached above you and grabbed what you had been looking for.

“Do you need help with breakfast?” Jimin asked as he handed you the spice and placed his head gently on your shoulder. His arm snaked around your waist, his fingers touching your stomach under the bottom of your shirt. This kind of slight intimacy was comfortable and familiar to you and you loved the feeling of his warm hands on you, making you still in your movements.

“If you want to help then you can gather some ingredients for me and we can go from there.”

“Okay.” He responded and pressed a kiss to your neck quickly, making you laugh and cover the affected area, before asking what else you needed.

The two of you worked together quickly and playfully as you fixed breakfast together and finally you sat down to eat across from each other at the table, looking at each other with the utmost amount of love in your eyes. You ate happily stealing looks at him every so often until you decide to just stop and look at him for a moment. He stopped eating as well when he noticed you did and looked at you questioningly.

“Jiminnie, I love you.” You spoke before he could, catching him off guard and making him cover his face in embarrassment and to keep you from seeing him blushing. His reaction was so cute you laughed a bit as he peeked over his hand at you.

“I love you too.”

#bts scenarios #bangtan scenarios #BTS jimin #park jimin #jimin scenario #bts #bangtan #drabble #kpop scenarios #the ending is eh but this is just something quick and short and cheesy I wanted to put out #my soft jimin feels have been off the charts lately #I hope you enjoy

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kaleidodreams · 4 years

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40 Questions - Meme for Fic Writers

Well, I only got one ask for this game, but I really wanted to answer more questions, so I’ve just decided to answer all of them!

1. Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic. - I don't know if I really have a "comfort zone"... Maybe family drama and dealing with characters' backstories?

2. Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to? - Hmm, fake dating seems like it would be pretty fun to try to write. I just wouldn't know which characters to use.

3. Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole? - The whole A/B/O thing... Yeah, no.

4. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them? - Maybe five or six? And you can check out the answer to Question 37 if you want to know what most of them are.

5. Share one of your strengths. - People seem to like my original characters.

6. Share one of your weaknesses. - I'm not very good at description.

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it. - This is from Ashes to Ashes:

However, the more time that passed, the more otou-sama lost himself in his work and the more distant we became. Our house, which had always been full of laughter and smiles when okaa-sama was alive and healthy, might as well have been a cemetery itself, the ghost of her memory haunting us who remained. Even as young as I was, I realized that otou-sama would never be able to truly recover from his grief as long as we stayed there, where the scent of okaa-sama's favorite perfume still seemed to linger in the air and every room remained a museum to the woman who once lived there because otou-sama couldn't bear the thought of putting her things away.

I just really like the "house is a cemetery" metaphor. (By the way, that story is written from Rei Hino’s point of view, if that wasn’t clear from the title.)

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it. - This is from To Build a Home:

"Take if off and put it back the way it was," he ordered, crossing his arms over his chest.

"But why? You always said my bed looked so cute."

"Yeah, your bed. But this is my bed, and I don't want it to look cute."

"Your bed?" She set down an ugly-cute hippo plush and arched an eyebrow. "Isn't it our bed now?"

He rubbed at his temple. "Yes, of course, but… You know what I mean." Mamoru pointed an accusing finger at a very familiar blanket – one that was too small to properly fit the queen-sized bed. "I am not having sex on a bed covered in bunnies and crescent moons!"

"That's never stopped you before. We did it all the time –"

"You're missing the point, Usako! We're adults now. Isn't it about time you outgrew all this cutesy crap?"

He regretted it as soon as the words left his mouth.

"Oh, I see. I can move into your oh-so-sophisticated apartment, just not my 'cutesy crap'." She grabbed an empty cardboard box from off the floor and started throwing her plush toys in it with a force that made Mamoru very glad she wasn't pummeling them at him. "If that's how you really feel, then maybe we shouldn't move in together at all!"

I like it because I tend to have trouble writing arguments, but this one turned out exactly how I wanted it to, and I can just picture the scene so vividly.

9. Which fic has been the hardest to write? - Hmm, probably Melting Ice? It took me about eight years -- I started writing it a couple of years before I actually started posting it -- to finally finish the whole thing. Sure, it’s a long fic (over 150,000 words), but in comparison, I managed to write Spirit of Fire, which is almost twice as long, in only two or three years (ignoring the side stories added later).

10. Which fic has been the easiest to write? - Probably my first fics because back then I wasn’t as self-conscious about my writing. But later in my career, I seem to recall Blood On His Hands being really easy and fast to write until I got to the last chapter. Honestly, I think the ending took me longer to figure out than the rest of the story!

11. Is writing your passion or just a fun hobby? - Both!

12. Is there an episode above all others that inspires you just a little bit more? - This is easiest to choose with Sailor Moon, so can I just say the entire SuperS season/Dream Arc? Obviously because of the Chibiusa/Helios OTP factor, but also because we learn about the Inners’ families and Elysion/the Golden Kingdom, both subjects that I love exploring.

13. What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across? - I learned about this from a post on Tumblr, but it’s REALLY helpful to run your story through a screen reader (I just use Google Translate). I think I’m pretty good at catching spelling and grammar errors, but one thing I have trouble with is missing words. Hearing the story read aloud instead of just reading it to myself and mentally filling in the blanks makes the skips so much easier to find. I also worry a lot about the flow of my writing, so I figure if it doesn’t sound too terrible being read by a computer, it’s probably not as awful as I think it is!

14. What’s the worst writing advice you’ve ever come across? - Probably the "avoid adverbs" rule. Sometimes using an adverb is the best choice!

15. If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose? - Oh, man, this is totally impossible to choose... Um, To Be By Your Side? I really don't know.

16. If you only could write one pairing for the rest of your life, which pairing would it be? - If I had to, I would no doubt pick Chibiusa/Helios, but I’m really glad I don’t! I enjoy being able to write a variety of couples and imagine I would get bored fairly quick if I was limited to just writing one OTP forever, as much as I may love them.

17. Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order? - It depends on the story, but most of the time it’s out of order, which is frankly annoying, but it seems to work for me.

18. Do you use any tools, like worksheets or outlines? - Not really, unless you count screenwriting and research tools.

19. Stephen King once said that his muse is a man who lives in the basement. Do you have a muse? - Haha, I remember when I first started writing fanfiction as a teenager, there were four characters I considered my muses: Helios (obs!), Shigure from Fruits Basket (who is a writer himself), Touya from Card Captor Sakura, and Tooya from Ceres: Celestial Legend (not sure why, though, since I never wrote for Ceres). I guess I would still consider Helios my muse?

20. Describe your perfect writing conditions. - At my desk in my bedroom, with the room at a comfortable temperature and absolute quiet.

21. How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting? - I tend to edit while I write, which I know isn’t generally considered the best way to do things, but it works for me. So I can’t really answer this question definitively.

22. Choose a passage from one of your earlier fics and edit it into your current writing style. (Person sending the ask is free to make suggestions). (Skipping this one unless someone wants to make a suggestion for a passage.)

23. If you were to revise one of your older fics from start to finish, which would it be and why? - Spirit of Fire, because while I love the story and the characters, I think it could be better written, especially the earlier chapters.

24. Have you ever deleted one of your published fics? - I did take down a first chapter of a planned multi-part and reworked it into a one-shot when I decided I didn’t want to write the rest of it, if that counts. (The Legend, if you’re interested.) Otherwise, no.

25. What do you look for in a beta? - Basically someone who wants to beta for me. *laughs* Like I said before, I consider myself pretty good at catching spelling and grammar goofs, so I don't feel like I really need a beta, but if someone offers, it doesn't hurt to have a second pair of eyes!

26. Do you beta yourself? If so, what kind of beta are you? - I've done so in the past, and if somebody asks me, I would probably be willing to do it again. I would say I focus mainly on spelling/grammar, occasionally making suggestions or asking questions if something seems off (like a character feels OOC or something).

27. How do you feel about collaborations? - I've never really been a part of one, so I don't have much of an opinion. If you're good friends, it seems like it would be a lot of fun, but maybe a bit difficult if you have different styles.

28. Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much. - his lordship Chaos, Allekha, and commas_and_ampersands

29. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose? - I honestly can’t think of any. I have enough sequels and prequels of my own stuff to write! *laughs*

30. Do you accept prompts? - Not unless I’m doing a drabble game, which I haven’t done in years, or I’m taking part of some writing challenge. Just random prompts, though? No. I like to write what I want to write.

31. Do you take liberties with canon or are you very strict about your fic being canon compliant? - I’d say I’m middle-of-the-road between the two, closer to being strict about being canon compliant.

32. How do you feel about smut? - Despite being asexual, I’m a fan!

33. How do you feel about crack? - A lot of it is really stupid, but with the right writer and idea, crack can be brilliantly funny. I usually only read it on recommendation, though.

34. What are your thoughts on non-con and dub-con? - It’s not something I go looking for as a reader, but I don’t mind if I come across it and it’s handled well. I’ve written some dub-con myself, mostly in the form of drunk sex, but also some incidents involving magic. Overall, though, I’m really a HUGE fan of consent when it comes to sex scenes. Consent is sexy!

35. Would you ever kill off a canon character? - Yes, of course. Done it before and I’ll probably do it again!

36. Which is your favorite site to post fic? - I like AO3 and FF.net equally well.

37.Talk about your current wips.

Friends With Benefits (Kaleido Star) - This is the only WIP I’m actively posting. It’s a sequel to Blood On His Hands, and it’s about Layla and Yuri engaging in a, well, “friends with benefits” arrangement, leading to complications when they fall in love.

The Bonds We Choose (Yuri!! On Ice) - A sequel to It’s Complicated, taking place about four years later. Yuri, Otabek, and Mila have settled into their unusual relationship -- Yuri and Otabek are queerplatonic partners while Otabek is also dating/living with Mila -- when a drunken mistake at the Olympics changes their lives forever.

Metamophosis (Sailor Moon) - This is kinda a prequel to To Be By Your Side, telling the story of how Helios became priest of Elysion.

Stolen Dreams (Sailor Moon) - Ha, this is the only non-sequel/prequel story on the list! But it’s about an incubus who plans to get revenge on Helios by seducing a grown-up Chibi-Usa, who’s under a lot of stress due to her upcoming college entrance exams.

38. Talk about a review that made your day. - I was really happy when @floraone favorited and wrote a review for my Sailor Moon Smutember entry, Head of the Class. Knowing that someone like her, who IMO writes the BEST sex scenes I’ve ever read, enjoyed it... Well, like the question said, it really made my day! I also was pleasantly surprised to get any reviews at all for my last two YOI fics, Lonely Hearts and No Risk, No Reward, since Minako/Celestino and Sara/Emil are both extremely rare pairs. I seriously didn’t think anybody would read them, so I was thrilled with the reviews I got.

39. Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them? - Occasionally, and I just ignore them.

40. Write an alternative ending to [insert fic title] (or just the summary of one). (Again, skipping, unless someone wants to suggest a story.)

#meme #question #sailor moon #sailor moon fanfiction #yuri!! on Ice #yuri!! on ice fanfiction #kaleido star #kaleido star fanfiction #fanfiction

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