#<— im now realizing that this fic might end up being very dialogue heavy and idk how i feel about that

[diazheartsbuckley]

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Hiya 💕💕

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“Your Eddie…is married to a woman? The one who made a promise to marry you 15 years ago?” Maddie quickly realizes how it sounds but by then, it’s all too late and the deep set frustration on her younger brother’s face shifts into anger instead, mixed with a pang of sadness.

“He hasn’t been my Eddie for a long time now, Maddie. Now he’s someone else’s. Not only that but he also has a kid. I just-… I don’t know what I was hoping for, seeing him again the reunion made me realize that I even stood a chance. That everything he ever promised me was a lie” Buck can feel the tears welling up in his eyes and he swallows the lump in his throat.

“Buck…” Maddie places her hands gently on Buck’s shoulders. “We both know that’s not true. Eddie meant everything that he said back then, I could see in his eyes how much he loved you. I did always hate that he wasn’t ready to show it to the world and that everything between you had to been hidden away but you also can’t change the past. And you can’t change that Eddie wasn’t ready to be out”

Buck nods a little and feels the anger and sadness slowly dissipating as his sister traces small circles on his shoulders with her thumbs.

“I wanted-… I wanted him to be ready. I wanted him to be ready to love me out loud because I never-… I never let him go. I hoped that this could be our chance. 15 years too late but I hoped that everything we talked about doing back then could finally happen and that he’d be ready. I should-…” Buck sniffles and wipes his nose with the back of his hand. “I should be ready to move on, right? I should’ve moved on the minute he walked away”

“That’s not loving someone works, Buck” Maddie’s smile is soft and understanding because she has heard these words countless of times before. “But you deserve better than what happened to you. I don’t know what I’ll have to do to get it into that brain of yours” She chuckles lightly as she taps Buck’s temple which in turn makes him smile a little too.

“I know, I just-…” Buck bites his lip quickly. “Seeing him again really set off a whole new flame of hope that we could start over, make up for lost time somehow”

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Putting this one under the cut (mild tw)

Eddie wants to say that his arm healed just fine after his father broke it all those years ago but the fact is that the bone was never set correctly and he was beginning to have small bouts of pain whenever he was on the job. He tries to hide it but the look of Buck’s concern is starting to get worse and Eddie hates that look, hates when people thinks that he needs help.

“Diaz! A word, please” Bobby calls out and Eddie grimaces as he ducks his haad, jogging up to Bobby who is giving an order as he gets there.

“Yeah, Cap?” Eddie questions, tilting up his helmet to look Bobby in the eyes and he has that same concerned look on his face that Buck does.

“Hold this for me” Bobby says, handing him the jaws of life and a soft hiss escapes Eddie’s lips before he even realizes it, unable to keep the tool leveled. “What’s with the arm?”

“Old injury, cap. I’m good, it’s just a bad day”

“Well, I’m about to make it worse. Once we’re done here, I’m benching you until you get it fixed”

“With all due respect, it’s nothing”

“Don’t make this harder than it has to be. You’re benched until further notice. That’s a direct order, Eddie, end of discussion” Bobby’s concern and slightly irritation reads all over his face.

[mxchellesworld]

KINKTOBER DAY 1

request from this list 

kink 6, 24 | dialogue 10 

Kylo Ren x Reader

warnings; smut, breeding kink, corruption/innocence kink, mention of blood, injury

a/n: sorry for starting a day late i was so overwhelmed with all the requests flooding in lol, but i am very excited to start this with you horny little monsters! also this is my first time writing for kylo but as an avid star wars fan and prepping by reading some fics im ready to give this a go. 

Hope you enjoy :)

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Stars you must have been going mad. Being a nurse on the starkiller base wasn’t the most noble job but it was a job nonetheless. Your parents were both high ups working on the base since you were born. You had only known the coldness that came with being on a ship devoted to crushing the resistance. 

You didn’t have many friends at all, mostly keeping to yourself, trying your hardest to stay under the radar from the supreme leader himself. He was a bit older than you, but you had seen his rise into power. He was known to be nothing but stoic, a hard figure ready to crush anyone who got in his way. Though you had never really seen him. Just during the speeches had you gotten a glimpse of the of the obsidian mask. 

It was a normal day in the medical center, tending to those who were recovering from injuries and making sure the place was sanitary should there be an emergency. As you were making your way back to your station a flashing red alarm went off. That only meant one thing, A medical accident in the prestige quarters. You had only hoped it was General Hux or another higher up. 

Making your way through the corridor the pit in your stomach was growing. You dreaded the thought of having to tend to Kylo unnerved you. Maybe it was fear? Or maybe it was the feeling pooling in your trousers at the thought of being able to see what was under the mask. 

As you reached the quarters the other nurses were rushing to the biggest room at the end of the hall. Kylo’s room. He was pacing back and forth, you noticed the giant red gash on his face, but where your real attention went was to his bright eyes. You were stuck in place until you realized you could see them so clearly because he too was taking in your frame. No matter how tall you were he still towered over you. You instantly looked down as you entered the room. Setting your medical supplies down. 

“Master Ren can I ask you to take a seat please,” you let out meekly, sneaking a little glance to make sure he actually heard your voice. 

You heard the chair scrape and felt the gust of his long black cape brush past you. His large boot came into your vision you were still looking down. Maker everything about his was enormous. No. You shook yourself out of your thoughts. These weren’t appropriate thoughts to think about someone who could make sure you disappeared in an instant. 

Your hands shook as you took out the gauze and sanitary serum to apply on his gash. Looking up you noticed he was watching you intently, almost as if he was trying to read you. His eyes are dark, pupils dilated only showing a small ring of the coffee color irises. He was awfully calm, for what you had heard about him The man mad who ruined control panels with the powerful blazing red saber.

The silence in the room was deafening. His heavy breathes outsounded yours as you tried your best to keep your thoughts at bay. 

“Master Ren I’m going to c-clean this up. It might sting so I greatly apologize.” The only sign of recognition of your words was the short grunt he let out. Maker that shot right to your core. 

Even sitting he was barley shorther than you, his face at level with your chin. Taking a breath to steady yourself, one hand took his face while the other dabbed the cotton swab on the cut. He let out a hiss at the discomfort and you held that breath. 

“Continue,” he said lowly. 

You did your best to do your work, minimizing adding onto his discomfort when you felt a sharp pain in your head. You gasped at the feeling, trying to hide the face of shock in order to seem professional. Another while passed and you felt it again. This time accompanied by a voice. It was you. Your thoughts but not your own doing. 

You were frozen looking down into his challenging gaze. Your mind flooded with visions of you on your knees, spit dibbling down your chin. Another of you pressed against silk black sheets, the strange feeling of something large in your most private area. 

Your hand came up to grasp your head. “What are you doing to me?”

“I felt something deep inside you. These are strange thoughts to be having about your supreme leader. You just seem a little.. innocent.”

You felt the heat radiating off your cheeks. You were sputtering to let out an answer but nothing seemed to be able to come out. Behind this stoic demeanor there was something almost excited in him. Like he was fueled on seeing your humiliation. 

“It seems the girl can’t get out any words. Can you?”

“No” 

“No, what”

“No master Ren”

He hummed as if pleased with your answer before he continued, “Now care to tell me why such an innocent thing is having these visions?” 

By this point he was standing. You were encompassed in his large frame. Looking down at you expecting an answer. 

You couldn’t speak. There was nothing you could say to save yourself or to to lessen the amount of embarrassment you felt. 

“Still no words.” His hand went and wrapped in your hair. He bent down with you, bringing you down until you were on your knees. “You’re a naive little slut who thinks she can take me.”

You mewled at his words and at the growing pressure from his hand pulling at your scalp. He pulled you closer to his face, sharing a breath as he stared speaking again. “I can ruin you. But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You looked up at him with wide eyes, trying your best to nod within his grasp. You hissed as he let go of your hair. Yet you stayed on your knees the evergrowing feeling of wanting to please him blooming in your chest. 

“Good” he said lowly. He heard you thinking again. “Take off your uniform.” 

Your unsteady hands went down to the little plastic buttons on the top of your long tunic. Reaching down to pull it over your head. Next you kicked off your shoes in order get your pants down your legs. Once you were down to your undergarments you could feel him watching you like a hawk. Eyes scanning your body. 

“Get on the bed,” you walked the few feet to the large bed. Dark sheets like the ones in the vision, soft to the touch. He made his way over to you, standing in between in your parted legs. His hand cupping your breast was gentle, strange compared to the harshness of his words. 

“You know I can take what I want.” you gulped. “You’d let me fill all your holes with my seed. Taking you like the needy whore you are.” His hands traveled down to your thin panties. Rough hands gripping the fabric before tearing them right off your lower half. He wasted no time in reaching down to cup your heat. 

“Already so wet,” he said pushing in a finger. You moaned at the intrusion. Thighs trying to close his hand in where you needed it most. He started to curl it in your tight hole. Hitting the spongy spot that you didn’t even know was there. 

“Master Ren please,” you sighed out. 

“So desperate to be fucked. So eager.”

You groaned when he removed his fingers. Instantly yelping as he flipped you over. You tried your best to steady your hands, gripping the sheets before what you knew was to come. Then you felt it. His large leaky tip pressed at your entrance. He let out a groan as he sheathed himself fully in your wet walls. You let out a broken scream at feeling. His stretch driving you mad. Before you knew it his hands went to your hips as he started driving in and out. 

You could feel your essence dripping down your thighs. The pressure of his massive cock reaching the deepest parts of you. You were a mess of broken moans and curses. His bruising grip never faulting, surly to leave marks later on, tears springing in your eyes due to the mix of pain and pleasure. 

“So fucking tight. Just a hole for me to use”

“Kylo please... gonna cum” 

You didn’t think you’d be able to cum without any clit simulation but the feeling was just too sweet. He sped up his thrusts, hitting that spot just right, making you see stars brighter than the ones in the sky. The knot in your belly burst. You bit your lip trying to contain the whimpers and almost scream. 

His thrusts started to falter as he was close to his end. He reached back into your hair pulling you up. His clothed chest pressing against your nude back. 

“Tell me what you want, whore”

“Please fill me with your cum master Ren!”

The groan he let out in your ear doubled with the last harsh thrust in your sensitive pussy was enough of a warning before you felt him spill inside you. He started slowing down trying to ride his high the last he could. You fell forward into the sheets, catching your breath. 

You both shared a sigh as he pulled out, tucking himself back in his trousers. The feeling of your mixed releases sticky and leaking out of you. 

Turning around you saw he picked up your clothes before setting them next to you on the bed. 

“Get back to work,” he said walking out of the room but before making it all the way out he turned and said “I want you back here after your shift” 

[polandspringz]

im limiting these questions to gL fics bc i havent read any of ur other fandoms so. B, K, M, W, X, Y please

Thank you for the ask! I’ll try and think of stuff I haven’t necessarily told you since I tell you all my gen:LOCK ideas nowadays, lol.

B-  Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

With a sci-fi fandom, it’s kind of hard to base any scenario or event on personal experience, but there is probably some dialogue in one of my many fics that might be introspective. I did write a story for my gL OC, Yolanda, which isn’t published on AO3 but is floating around somewhere on my blog, and I know that one was very heavy on my own thoughts and feelings.

K-  What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

In terms of gen:LOCK, probably “(The) Chase” from my most recent series? It’s probably subjective on the angst scale, but between that and “Skinwalker” it took a lot for me to write something that felt not only horrible for the characters involved but conveyed that suspense and almost horror? My original idea for “(The) Chase” had a lot more emphasis on Chase having the realization at the end that no one was coming to save him, with a scene of him in darkness after being taken into the Union’s hands, but I forgot to write that it got scrapped.

M-  Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

You already know these because I’ve mentioned them before but, I have a prompt sitting in my inbox for a fic focused on the gL team I’m saving for after I read Storm Warning, a drabble planned for Weller’s final thoughts as the explosion in ep 6 happens, and that Weller & Yaz Reunion fic. I’ve thought about writing more with my OC since I’m getting more comfortable doing that for other fandoms, but she exists in the Alive!Weller AU/gL advances to having two teams at the Anvil so Episode 6 and beyond doesn’t happen, which makes it a bit difficult writing for her nowadays.

W-  Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?

I actually like vague prompts? I guess that falls under the general category? Everything comes back to my OC but a long time ago I was taking prompts for an ask meme of first sentences of the story and the only fic I ever wrote with her was one of those and it was... a mess. I find prompts that force where things must go in the narrative restricting because usually I’ll read something and immediately think of the opening. (That’s part of why I was so good at standardized tests! I could read the prompt and BOOM- my essay intro was in my head already.) I prefer prompts that are like one word and just can be interpreted in multiple ways.

X-  A character you enjoy making suffer.

I know I write angst but genuinely I don’t like making any character suffer? When I write angst my focus is always on the comfort that is soon to come. Even with Sinclair in “Skinwalker”, I’m honestly hoping whatever trauma he endured through the Union he gets some help for when he meets with the team.

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scribbles a new fic idea in my notebook

Y- A character you want to protect.

Caliban. I feel like we’ve just scratched the surface in the show with him having part of Weller’s brain and have not explored how sentient he really is. When writing some of “Boil for Several Years, Then Steep” and even further back when I wrote my (now very canon divergent) “Programmed for Sympathy (Not Empathy)” I feel that there is a lot of potential with his character and as much as I would love to write another angst fic I hope nothing bad happens to Weller 2.0.

[thegeminisage]

hey liz i've been thinking a lot about story structure lately and i wanted your take on how you decide what structure your stories will have? i know there's that "you have to do what your story needs and tells you to do" thing but these bitches dont ever tell me anything they just multiply so. thoughts? - bma

(as an aside, i don't know whether involving medium would change many things but it may be worth considering. mainly i think medium is just a matter of arrangement and that the story would be for most intents and purposes the same no matter how you choose to tell it. i guess you could argue that structure is arrangement in itself and intrinsically tied to medium but i sort of feel like it is secondary arrangement, if at all? like if you consider time as an element to outline -- the time IN the story (how things happen to your characters) is not necessarily the time you’re telling the story IN (how you are telling your reader that things are happening) aka internal chronology doesnt equal your work’s pacing? or should it??? does this make sense? i dont think so. i am sorry.) - bma :|

NOOO dont be sorry ur making total sense

i think there’s 3 thots to unpack here (medium, structure, & chronology) & i’m gonna start with medium bc it’s easier. im also putting it behind a cut bc it’s gonna get just stupidly long and rambly. i’m sorry in advance if it’s not helpful to you, i have a lot to say for someone who has never taken even one single class on writing and as a result doesn’t know jack shit (there’s a tl;dr at the end dont worry)

about MEDIUM: 

so like ok i’m just some goof-off with a HS degree who writes fanfiction but In My Very Super Qualified Personal Opinion, i don’t think that most of the time medium is intrinsically tied to STRUCTURE of the main storytelling arc...i think the art of storytelling itself is distinct from the medium you choose to tell the story IN. this post puts it better than i ever could but basically for me, i feel like the story itself is sort of the raw, malleable concept, and the medium you choose to tell it in is how you convey the information??

like in a book, you can say “she forgot her keys” and in a film you have to show her smacking her forehead, heading back into the house, and swiping her keeps off the counter. you can’t TELL in film, you have to show. similarly i regret every day i cannot perfectly describe a facial expression with words when i see it so clearly in my head. for audio-only podcasts that are dialogue heavy out of necessity you have different limitations than you would for, say, animated music videos with no dialogue at all. games allow for more interactivity and exploration while sacrificing accessibility, tv shows allow for more length while sacrificing, uh, a big hollywood budget...medium affects the kind of story you can reasonably tell which is why some stories are better suited to one medium than another. i think trying things in other mediums is a good way to stretch your storytelling muscles but with enough skill nearly any story could be told in any medium. i think when trying to decide on a medium you just gotta weigh the pros & cons and what you feel comfortable with/what you think would be most effective/what would evoke the strongest reaction

re: structure:

firstly “do what the story tells u to do” is a little silly like...the story isn’t sentient. come on. that’s like “i can only write when the writing gods inspire me” there are no writing gods! inspire yourself! it’s all in our weird messed up brains! ok anyway.

this is, again, just how i do things, and i am 700% self-taught so take it with a grain of salt, but when i sit down and start blocking out a story from scratch i don’t...actually consider the big structure at all! sorry if that’s not helpful to you. i like to make a list of everything i want to happen, and then put it together in a few different orders to see what looks best. and when i’m finished, whatever i have just like...IS the structure i go with, with perhaps minor tinkering to make it flow more smoothly. (i think this might be in the same spirit as “do what the story tells you” with less bullshit and more Agency Of The Writer.)

for long and more complex projects, i actually usually have several lists - one list of stuff that is, for example, the Action Plot (the kingdom has been cursed, i’m tracking down my serial killer sister to bring her to justice, i’m running from djinn who wanna kill my dad, i’m trying to bring my dead not-boyfriend back to life). then i have another list for Character A & Character B’s romance or whatever. and maybe a even another one for solo character development (magicphobic prince learns to love magic, former werewolf hunter figures out his family is a cult, half-demon learns to embrace his own nature). and as many lists as we need for however many Main Characters and or Plots/Sideplots

how i order the lists: individually first. don’t mix them together to start with. when deciding the order of an individual list i like to, for example in a romance arc, use escalating intimacy. “A and B have dinner together” is naturally gonna go way sooner than “A and B kiss” or “A and B talk about A’s angsty backstory” because that’s more satisfying. draw it out, good/important stuff last, dangle that carrot so we have a reason to keep reading! for singular character development, it’s basically a straightforward point A to point B...if i want my guy to start hating magic with everything he is and end up being very comfortable with it, i have to put “reluctantly uses magic to save his own life” WAYYY before “casually using magic to light torches and reheat his cold stew.” 

the tricky part for me is when i’m done with these lists and then i need to mix them together To Pace My Whole Story. (this is usually why i wind up with a rainbow colored spreadsheet.) i don’t like to put too many things too close together because then the pace feels uneven. even if my Action Plot is only a thinly veiled excuse for romance and character development, i still don’t want to focus on a romance for 30,000 words and then go “and oh yeah in case you forgot Serial Killing Sister is still coming for your asses.” the more sideplots and major character arcs you’re juggling the harder it is to get an even distribution, which is my main concern always

and like, generally, whatever i have when i’m finished...is my structure. (sorry.) 

i don’t know much about the classic 3-act or anything like that, but i usually can divide them up into 3-5 big arcs based on story turning points. sometimes i take a scene out of one arc and put it in another because it fits better and i like for my shit to be organized, but usually by the time i’m finished with all that, that’s what the final story is mostly gonna look like. (there have been a few exceptions when i realized i needed extra scenes/changes while i was MID-DRAFT and let me tell you that murders me EVERY time. it happened on the merlin fic i’m currently posting and that was like my own personal hell.)

this is also where thots about chronology come in:

i think time CAN be an element of this if you WANT it to be, but it doesn’t HAVE to be. if you want it to be, i would consider it just another “list” like character development or the romance arc. 

i usually plot without considering Time very much...to me, it’s all down to the events you want to show, and however much time it takes is the byproduct. if you want to show something from a character’s chilhood but then tell the bulk of it when they’re adults, that’s one thing. if you want to show a scene from their childhood, teenhood, young adulthood, etc, that’s a different kind of pacing?? i usually do it this way so i can regard time like wordcount: it takes as long as it takes. 3 days or 3 years, a 1.5k drabble or a 100k epic...overall, my LARGEST CONCERN is that even distribution. in the same way that i don’t want one chapter to be 30,000 words when the rest are 10,000 words, i personally am not a fan of huge timeskips offscreen

(because this where i think someone’s own internal chronology DOES matter...this is just a personal preference, as a reader i have a hard time really comprehending, say, a year timeskip or a 10yr timeskip when all i did was turn one page. like, a year is such a long time. i can’t even begin to describe how different i am now to how i was a year ago. it’s the same for character development. time IS development and as a writer i’m not really comfortable having that take place offscreen - for main characters, at least. it’s just too jarring. a little prologue with something happening 10 or 20 years ago is usually fine, but for the most part, i’m not a fan. ...i can do one chapter per year a lot easier than i can do two chapters in childhood and the other 8 in adulthood. of course you can play with this a LOT with nonlinear storytelling, which is a whole other very cool thing, and someone skilled in their work can keep me sucked in no matter what, but imo if you don’t want to risk throwing your reader out of your work it’s better to keep things steady)

HOWEVER sometimes time IS an element u wanna consider outside of just making sure your shit is evenly distributed...if your heart is moved to tell a story in a specific timeframe, over a year, or from solstice to solstice (this was almost the timeline for my merlin fic and then i changed it), for the first six months of a friendship, or even a huge journey in the span of a single day (toby fox had a lot of success with this one lol).

i think it can help to choose a start and end point for your chronology the same way you do for character development (prince goes from hating magic to being ok with it, story takes place from ages 8 to 25, or from new year’s eve 2038 to 2039, whatever) - that way you can keep your distribution even, if that’s a thing you want to do...even if you have a lot of skips you can still note what happens offscreen to make it work better in your head? like, if you just make it another List, another column on your spreadsheet, when you’re in the early stages of organizing you can be conscious of it and make sure it’s playing into the story the way you want it to

anyway these r my thots im SOOOO SORRY this is so long lmao. brain machine broke today which is why i had to ramble more to explain myself. the tl;dr in case ur brain is melting out of ur ears & u didn’t sign up for an essay:

imo medium is totally distinct from storytelling tho ofc some stories are better suited to some mediums

structure? i don’t know her. i plot w/o regard to structure and then if it looks funny i mush it into a more structurally sound shape

my main concern when structuring anything, including time, is an even distribution of Events and a steady rate of escalation

structure to me is just what i have when i’m finished plotting. i’m sorry one day i’m gonna take a writing class

internal chronology matters to me personally because i have a little bit of time blindness but maybe not to everyone, i know many very successful stories where they disregarded that entirely to no ill effect

writer’s block isn’t real! everyone just needs more rainbow spreadsheets

thank u for asking I HOPE i didn’t make you regret it too badly lmao and that at least a little of it was helpful!!