#''This is SO off none of this is right everybody in this fandom hates me there are 72 discord servers planning to kill me''

[somegrumpynerd]

I was thinking about making a Dadmare AU,I even have some ideas myself but at the same time I'm very hesitant cause of how some people in this fandom feel about Dadmare or nicemare 😅

have you ever felt that way?,if so how do you deal with it?

Oh all the time! I have anxiety about things even I don't know about lol

It's easy to get scared out of stuff because of the idea that people will hate it, but honestly I think there's a decent amount of people who are super into dadmare stuff now or just Nightmare being nice in general! Even some of the people I know who make some of the best evil bastard Nightmare stuff are pretty chill with dadmare as far as I can tell

The short version is yeah there will probably be people who don't like what you post, but there will also be people who really love it and it makes them smile, and if it makes you and them happy then it's worth doing c:

[captainsophiestark]

Dance Like Nobody's Watching

Dick Grayson x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2024!

Fandom: DC

Day Twenty-Seven Prompt: "Let me remind you."

Summary: Dick's SO is having trouble adjusting to the new scrutiny of attending Wayne galas as his date, but thankfully, he has an idea to help with that.

Word Count: 1,449

Category: Fluff

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I sipped my champagne, trying to get a handle on my nerves. I could handle fighting the Joker and Scarecrow with no problems, but attending a Wayne gala as the partner of Dick Grayson was throwing me for a loop.

I fought the urge to scowl about it. If one thing could make this night more awkward, it would be some person I barely knew finding me making faces in the corner.

What irritated me the most was that this was by no means my first Wayne gala. I'd grown up with Dick and spent countless hours in the manor with him and his family. We'd been each other's primary entertainment at these things as kids. But being here as his date, and as an adult expected to do more than turn the banquet tables into a fort, was turning out to be surprisingly stressful.

When we were kids, nobody seemed to care what we did much beyond just noticing and thinking we were cute. Now, it seemed like everybody in this room wanted something from Dick, and either saw me as a threat to their ability to get it or as a secret backdoor to him, if only they could get me on their side.

I was seriously on the edge of losing it and going back to the buffet tables kid-style.

Dick had done his best to stick with me, but people kept showing up to pull both of us away from each other for a conversation, and we hadn't been able to do much without being incredibly, obviously rude. I'd finally managed to extract myself enough for some breathing room, but I could see Dick still in the middle of things, a group of old men who almost certainly wanted money from Bruce talking his ear off.

Even from here, I could tell Dick was barely paying attention to them. His eyes scanned the crowd, and after a moment, they landed on me. He raised an eyebrow, and I gave him a reassuring smile. Unfortunately for me, he knew me too well and was too good of a detective to believe it.

Dick quickly made his excuses to the men around him, and didn't take no for an answer as he left the conversation and headed in my direction. He crossed the massive room quickly to stand before me, and this time when I smiled at him, it was much more genuine.

"Hey," he said, returning my smile and leaning in to kiss my temple as soon as he reached me. "How are you doing?"

"Good." I tried to strengthen my smile, but Dick saw right through it. He raised an eyebrow at me.

"...Are you sure?"

I sighed. "It's just... this all feels a little weird. I've known you forever, you know it's never been important to me that you're the famed son of billionare Bruce Wayne. But it seems like that's all anybody else here can think about, and they all either hate me because they want to be with you or want to be my new best friend, all so they can get to you and Bruce. It's fine, none of their opinions matter to me, but... I just didn't expect to feel so weird coming to one of these things again."

Dick took a step closer to me, reaching out to take my arm with a concerned look on his face. He spoke quietly enough that, even if someone had been intentionally eavesdropping (which had happened more than once tonight), they wouldn't be able to hear him.

"Do you want to go? I'm happy to leave if you want to. We don't have to stay here."

I shook my head before he'd even finished his sentence.

"Running and no-showing Bruce's galas isn't a long-term solution. And seriously, it's fine, I'll adjust. I just... I don't know. I miss the days where we hid under the punch bowl giggling out of sight of everybody, you know?"

My boyfriend grinned. "I mean, if you really think about it, there's nothing keeping us from doing that again."

"I can think of a few things," I laughed, swatting his shoulder lightly. He hummed, but sobered quickly as he scanned the room, clearly thinking.

"Well... if you're sure you don't want to commandeer the space under the desert table?"

"I'm sure."

"Then why don't we try dancing? That's a little more... socially acceptable than hiding under the tables, but it's one of the things we used to have the most fun doing at these things. Remember how we'd just take over the entire floor to do whatever we wanted when we were kids?"

I laughed. "Yeah, of course. Although it's a little harder to remember the feeling that inspired us to just run out there before."

Dick smiled softly and extended his hand to me.

"Let me remind you."

My heart did a little backflip, especially when I met Dick's sparkling blue eyes. I huffed a little laugh of disbelief, especially at the thought of stepping into the center of the spotlight when I knew just how many people were going to be watching. But then I looked at Dick again, and I decided that, as long as I was with him, they didn't matter.

I took his hand, and he didn't waste a second before pulling me after him to the dance floor. I laughed, unable to hold back a smile even as heads turned towards us. Dick ignored them completely. He pulled me to his chest when we reached the center of the floor and wrapped an arm securely around my waist, the other taking one of my hands. I rested my free hand on his shoulder, and as we started swaying together to the music, his eyes didn't leave mine for a second.

"You know..." he started after a moment, drawing my attention back from a glance over his shoulder to where people were watching us. "This is nice, but a slow dance wasn't exactly what I had in mind."

I gave Dick my full attention and raised an eyebrow.

"I'm almost afraid to ask, but... what did you have in mind?"

He grinned. "Something more like this."

Suddenly, Dick was spinning me out and away from him, twirling across the floor before pulling me back. We'd know each other long enough and spent enough time as vigilante teammates that his steps were easy to follow, even as he started something closer to swing that didn't match the music at all.

I laughed, a warm feeling spreading through my chest as I shared a smile with my partner. In the back of my mind, I knew more people were probably watching and judging than ever. But suddenly they didn't matter like they used to.

Dick swung me around again, then pulled me close and into an exaggerated dip. If I didn't know he was a superhero, I probably would've been a little worried about him dropping me. Instead, it just made me laugh, especially as Dick grinned and led me into something way too close to something you'd do to Cotton Eye Joe.

With every second that passed on the dance floor with Dick, everyone else in the room faded further and further away. It felt like when we were kids, just me and the most important person in the world to me having the time of our lives.

"Feel any better?" asked Dick, whispering in my ear as he pulled me close again, both hands wrapped tight around my waist. I smiled, running my hands up his arms and across his shoulders.

"So much better. Thank you."

"You don't need to thank me. We're partners, you know I'd never leave you hanging."

I pulled back enough to meet Dick's eyes, and found their familiar sparkle and a smile waiting for me. I gave him a soft smile back.

"I love you, Dick Grayson. So fucking much."

Dick beamed back at me. "I love you too. Now come on, the band's finally catching on to what we want. I want to dance with the love of my life to music that's actually fun for dancing."

I just laughed as Dick swung me out and away from him again, the two of us twirling across the floor, this time in sync with the now-faster music. Suddenly, after a few minutes with Dick, the propsect of all these Wayne galas didn't seem nearly so daunting anymore. Sure, I might have to deal with a few unpleasant strangers whose opinions didn't matter to me. But I'd also get to do this, laughing and dancing and having the time of our lives, with my favorite person in the world.

Worth it in the long run, as far as I was concerned.

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Everything Taglist: @rosecentury @kmc1989 @space-helen @misshale21

DC Taglist: @gaychaosgremlin @v1ckycheesue @lavender-dinos @g0atmansbridge182

[monstersinthecosmos]

20 Qs for fic writers

Tagged by @jacqulinetan

1. How many works do you have on A03? 46 public, 3 private, 2 anon.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 692, 623!

3. What fandoms do you write for? VC and Sheith with a few YOI fics thrown in. 😊

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? Star Eater, THE FRONT, Tonight the Stars Revolt!, Wayfinder, and Zero Hour!

5. Do you respond to comments? YES! I only share fics because I want comments lmfao. I want to talk to you!!! Sometimes I do like a quarterly roundup so I let them pile up and then answer them all every 3 months lol but I do try to reply to everybody!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I think for Sheith it’s C O A G V L A and for VC it’s The Lotus Eater or Gallows Bird? (The Lotus Eater and Gallows Bird have the Armand & Marius versions of the same ending bc Gallows Bird was a TLE remix LOL) Sfaíra Ti̱s Fo̱tiás also has a really bleak ending but it’s a PWP so it doesn’t hurt me as bad LOL.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? For Sheith it’s THE FRONT I think? For VC idk maybe Right Where it Belongs or In the Trials of the Heart?

8. Do you get hate on fics? I’ve gotten a lot of hate in fandom at large but never really got flagrant hate in an AO3 comment. I do occasionally get a rude unsolicited critique and I like to use that as an opportunity to write meta about why my decision was correct LOL

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I only write smut, thanks! WHAT KIND? idk I lean into BDSM but there's a few that aren't BDSM. I also write canon-compliant VC smut so it's either a vampire servicing a human or me trying to make blood drinking sound as horny as possible.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I used to when I was a teenager on my old accounts but it doesn’t really interest me anymore outside of like maybe a cute lil homage Easter Egg or something.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I don’t think so!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? No!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I haven’t co-written in a long time but I used to! One of my fav fics from high school was written with my best friend where we alternated chapters and it was so much fun!  

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Sheith and Marius/Armand and Armand/Daniel and Marius/Pandora !!!!!!!!!!!!!! Those are my fav ships to WRITE, I don’t really read a lot of VC though. I have lots of other fav ships to read.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I don’t start stuff that I won’t finish adsgjl when I was in high school my FFnet page was a DISASTER just like 60 fics, none of them finished, and so when I returned to fic writing using AO3 I promise myself not to post stuff that I wasn’t confident I’d finish. Ideally I don’t even begin sharing something until it’s finished but TTSR was an exception bc it started as a PWP and got out of hand.

16. What are your writing strengths? I get complimented the most on tension and pacing! Also on emotional meta like characters' behavior around trauma.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I really wish I was better at writing long fics. It’s been a goal of mine forever and I’ve gotten a little better but I’m not where I want to be.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Gjkaldsg I don’t think it’s necessary and often comes off as cheesy unless it serves a real purpose. I've seen it done really well before! (Clap When You Land by Elizabeth Acevedo came to mind!) And I think we’ve all seen this done badly enough in fanfic to kind of learn what not to do. I think there are times when the beauty and cadence of another language can add texture or say something that you simply can’t say in the default language, I also think it can be used to create a distance between the characters, even between the reader and the character. I used a lot of Latin in So Falls the World for example, because Marius and Pandora are reciting an ancient poem to each other, and it was important to me to leave it in Latin because I wanted to communicate their age, that they’re clinging to something archaic because it’s familiar to them, when it’s incongruous to the world around them and also the text around them. Same with the misinterpretation of silence and its disastrous consequences, where Louis is reciting a French poem. I mean do we assume that Louis and Lestat speak French to each other at home anyway? But putting the poem in the original language AT LEAST FOR ME created a sense that Louis is playing a role, that it’s something outside of himself. Basically I think media does this all the time and we are smart enough to know that the language we’re consuming might not be the language the characters are actually speaking, we all know that! So the question is, when people sprinkle random words into their stories or dialogue, I ask: What purpose did this serve? Is this how bilingual people actually talk? Is it written for bilingual readers as a shared experience or is it meant to confuse monolingual readers for effect? Is it used sparingly to add texture, is it just a fun word that you want to use? Do whatever you want but I think we need to ask ourselves these questions before writing something that’s a sloppy mess at best, and a racist caricature at worst!

19. First fandom you wrote for? Pro wrestling =P

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? Tonight the Stars Revolt! is my fav Sheith fic, it’s like my magnus opus that I do all my meta work for, everything I’ve thought deeply about was ultimately for this fic, I HAVENT UPDATED IT IN ALMOST 2 YEARS IM REALLY SORRY LIFE KINDA GOT AWAY FROM ME IT’S BEEN HECTIC but I think about it constantly, more than you know, I have 3 playlists for it that I listen to all the time, it’s just always on my mind. For VC it used to be So Falls the World but now that I wrote Gallows Bird I think it’s that, too. I can’t tell if it’s because Gallows Bird is just newer and less sloppy LOL but jkdlhakjgsd I THINK I AVOIDED WRITING MARIUS FIC FOR A LONG TIME BC I WAS INTIMIDATED BUT THE TIMES I DO WRITE HIM I HAVE SUCH A BLAST and I just love him so much!

TAGGING: @hekateinhell @apoptoses @mothmage @nothing-but-paisley @covenofthearticulate @lovevamp @bubblegum-blackwood & EVERYONE ELSE

[hainethehero]

Me again!

“When did the rules of fandom and fanfic become so absolutely strict & rigid to the point where people aren't allowed to like what they like??!!!” – bit off topic, but oh boy, have you not noticed the rise of “purity culture” in fandom in the past 10(?) years? People have been getting a LOT of hate for ships they ship or tropes they like. It’s definitely not restricted to buddie fandom or 911 fandom.

“Why do you care if people really like Eddie or not? Are you the Eddie police?” – This made me laugh. And the answer to the first question is pretty easy – if people really like Eddie, they’re more likely to post content about him that I can reblog and enjoy, such as fics or gifsets or meta etc. If everybody disliked Eddie, I’d have nothing fun to read/look at/engage with! So in that sense, I do care to an extent.

“I'm guessing if they have him in their pfp, they like him. And I'm guessing if they have him in their pfp, it's also respectfully none of your concern.” – Well, you’re right it’s not my concern per se, except that if I go scrolling a diaz/eddie-named blog, hoping for good Eddie content to reblog, and I run into a heap of BT posts or LJFR posts or Tommy posts, it’s a bit of a jumpscare/disappointment (which has happened several times). And yes, I filter tags, but people don’t always tag appropriately!

“your absolutely strange questions about what I envision for Eddie/who he'd end up with (I think u should be concerned with what you envision for him & not some stranger on the internet” – Why is it so strange to want to know what somebody else thinks and perhaps gain a fresh perspective? I already know what I would like for Eddie. I was curious about what you thought.

“He'd still be Buck's best friend if BT ended up as endgame

He'd be in a polyamorous relationship with them and get all the d*ck he wants (my personal preference)

Or the writers will give him another gf” - Anyway, so you like the option of eddie in a throuple with buck and tommy? Ok cool! My curiosity is satisfied!

What gets me about the whole "purity culture" in fandom that you're talking about, is that YOU'RE DOING IT. 🤣 you're doing it right now!

What's adding to this disease of purity culture in fandom is what most of the toxic buddie stans are doing RIGHT NOW. Yall are hating on Tommy with absolutely bad faith arguments and using every opportunity you can to deny the fact that you just don't like him because he's in the say of your preferred ship.

"I got a jumpscare seeing Tommy when I was looking thru the eddie tag" lmao okay that was funny. But like, the insane hatred for him is so weird. Y'all know whether buddie becomes canon or not, you can still make them endgame through fanfic right????

And yes, if more people were concerned with how they felt about their characters, instead of how other feel, we would avoid all this fandom war. You asking if people who had Eddie as their pfp really liked him or not IS entitled. You don't know why they have him as their pfp, so why question it? You're not entitled to know.

And in the referred ask, you wanting to know how someone who liked BT and Buddie would envision Eddie fitting in to the relationship- was totally your confusion at not being able to fathom that people could like both and still want buddie or BT to be endgame. Which is a trait I've observed in MOST buddie stans and some BT fans (which I DID address in my OP).

[thisonesatellite]

20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by the amazing and infinitely talented @voylitscope. Thank you so much! 💕💕💕

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

37.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

607,929

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now primarily stucky /MCU.

i got started with CS /OUAT (which i no longer write for), and have also ventured into dramione /HP (where i will go again as soon as i have some time).

i also wrote one Leverage fic, which --- guys, i don't know what happened there. It just knocked on my door and demanded to be written. 🤷‍♀️

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

This is interesting. i would have thought the OUAT fics would grab all top 5 spots, because they've been around the longest, but actually---

we build our lives out of chaos and hope - dramione

Burn To Shine - stucky

The Unexpected Life - CS

break me - CS

if you live by the word, you die by the pen - CS

If you're counting by fandom, well -- i mean, i have exactly five stucky fics so far. That's the top five right there. 😂 (There will be more soon, and then we can see who grabs the brass rings.)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

ALWAYS. Always always always. i love comments. They make my day.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

OK. Like. i don't write angsty endings, OK? i may or may not put my characters through the fucking wringer during a fic, but i ALWAYS HEA them, you feel me.

Having said that, i think militae species amor est (CS) is the one with the least openly stated fluff at the end. (Then again, the title is a quote i ripped off Ovid which means "love is a kind of warfare". Take from that what you will. 😂)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Uh, all of them? i happy end HARD, ok?

If you're going to make me pick, for stucky it's probably a tie between Burn To Shine and a handful of dust. (So far. There will be others.)

For all of my fic across fandoms, it's everybody knows (CS). Which is also by far the most complex emotional character arcs for an OTP i've ever wrapped around an impossibly complicated plot line. And angst abounded here. Such abounding. The ending had to make up for it and consequently will rot every last one of your teeth.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not so far. i once had someone tell me in great detail why they didn't like my writing style, but while i did wonder why they bothered to read my fic in the first place if my style wasn't for them, i don't count it as hate.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Ah. The eternal question. No, i don't. i don't know how. i don't think there's anything wrong with smut at all, but i can't write it.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

i don't write crossovers. Lots of AUs, but no crossovers. i don't like to cross the streams. 😂

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that i know of, knock on wood.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! My lovely and wonderful friend @mariakov81 translated her birthday fic ad extremum terrae into Ukrainian. i may have cried when she told me.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes. The Sword and The Heart - with the amazing and talented @ohmightydevviepuu. It was one of the hardest and yet one of the most rewarding experiences of my writing life and i strongly recommend the process to every writer out there. The things you will learn about yourself and your writing are immeasurable, and you will emerge a better writer for it.

Also, it was so much fun.

(All the credit here goes to @ohmightydevviepuu, whose patience was infinite every time i went and did A Thing with the plot and the characters. She is the reason we have a fic at all.)

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

i think stucky will always have a place in my heart. (So will many others, some of which i don't even write for, but stucky is my fave, i think.)

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

None. i am a very linear writer. i write one fic at a time. Therefore i never have any additional WIPs cooking, and so i do finish everything i start.

i know. So annoying. 😂

16. What are your writing strengths?

Character development, realistic dialogue, action. (Also probably plot underpinned by emotion. While i'm patting myself on the back here.)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

SMUT. i cannot write it (as stated above). Which means there will always be a sense of the explicit lacking in my fic, and i'm sorry for that. But i can't change it.

And certain popular tropes--- some of them perennial favorites--- do nothing for me, so i am also unable to write them.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i have utilized the fact that i speak more than one language, and have several good friends who speak other languages, in some of my stucky fics. But i will say that sometimes it's hard to keep true to the characters in a different language.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Once Upon A Time (OUAT). It's the one that started it all. i was never going to write, you know. And then, one day, i--- did.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

OMG. You're going to make me choose? Between all the blood, toil, tears, and sweat on every page? Yes, i'm being dramatic.

My favorite fic (IF i HAVE TO PICK ONE) is probably we kill the flame (CS). It plays in my favorite sandbox -- cyberpunk dystopia -- and i built an entire world for it. In painstaking detail.

My favorite stucky (so far) is probably despite all my rage - for much the same reasons: World building and cyberpunk dystopia. Also because it has my favorite Sam and Clint.

Honorable mention has to go to Burn To Shine (stucky), which introduced me to the pure and unadulterated fun that is Grumpy!Bucky (who is now my favorite chew toy), as well as the disaster muppet combo that is Scott and Clint, and we build our lives out of chaos and hope (dramione), because i went on a thinly-veiled political tear halfway through it and still cannot believe i got away with it.

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Absolutely zero pressure tags for @sparkagrace , @cable-knit-sweater, @buckybarnesdeservestobehappy, @wistfulcynic, @ohmightydevviepuu, and @mxaether 💕

[reilleclan-blog]

Please don't wake me up

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I really hate when ppl say "eren was right , Pain was right" if u genuinely believe any of the "bad" ppl in shounen were right , I think u A) tryna be different or B) u didn't understand any of the story. I say shit like "Pain was right" b/c I'm being dramatic and emo I say everybody should be 6ft under b/c ppl are infuriating but would I actually want that.. I don't think so.

Pain at the end of the day turned themselves into a bully terror organization the entire thing about Pain and the akatsuki Pain just became a massive hypocrite that's why when he talked to Naruto he put his faith in Naruto (others say Pain could've been a more interesting villain or better writing) personally I liked Pain but whatever. At the end of the day none of the villains are ever actually "right" b/c any sane person would know killing thousands of ppl is wrong no matter the justification of it. In Sasuke's case he didn't know wtf to believe anymore or who to trust but again Naruto had to kick his ass "straight"

Also what is up with ppl in fandoms absolutely terrorizing ppl just b/c others don't agree with their opinions, I guess those were the ppl that never logged off the fucking internet. Ppl take this shit so seriously but forget that these are fictional fucking characters.. I guess I'm starting to understand that term "chronically online" cause it's really scary how serious ppl take shit

[black-cat-aoife]

Tagged by @kathastrophen

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

somehow I need to write words before typing the number 55 because otherwise this very functioning website fucks up the formatting

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

77,339

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Sad Cops The last ones were for Blind Ermittelt, Detective Anna, Endeavour and Polizeiruf Frankfurt.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

In Which Everybody Regrets Their Life Choices (Daredevil)

The Tale of the Beautiful Professor (Guardian)

Tee Mit Folgen (Tatort Berlin)

Adam, Vincent und die Eule (Polizeiruf Frankfurt)

A Sickbed Visitor (Society of Gentlemen)

OK, technically there's another Daredevil Fic on 2, but it's a collection of shorter fills for a prompt meme so does that count?

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes. I try to respond to all but occasionally fall in the "Oh yeah I will do that later" trap where I...y'know...don't do it.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I had a whole paragraph here, about how I don't usually write Angst and wanted to name a few sort-of-angsty ones, and then I remembered, that I did in fact write Never To Be Told which is very angsty.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

A lot, but Look Not Into My Eyes has a veeeery sappy ending.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

None yet

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Well, if you equate "crazy" with "nobody but me wrote it" then it's my Ein Fall For Zwei/Tatort Saarbrücken Crossover. But honestly: a crossover between two crime shows that feature abusive dads whose heads make sudden contact with blunt instruments and the resulting fallout from that is not particularly crazy. I also have this idea for a Blind Ermittelt/Allmen one, but as it's so often the case that's all vibes, no plot so far.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I know.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I once wanted to, and we even discussed some plot ideas, but then I got ghosted

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Yeah, Niko/Alex caught me like few others, but I also always will have a soft spot for Till/Felix

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Currently, I'm having a really hard time with my Alex & Sophie pre-canon fic, because it requires writing Alex shortly after the attack, and I am not sure if I can do that.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm quite good at character-voices, both in dialogue and when internal-monologuing

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Getting from one scene to the next. Also in dialogues the right amount of surrounding description. I tend to start off with a screenplay, and then turn it into character says one sentence, followed by three paragraphs of description.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I hate it. Either your POV character understands what is said, and then you can tell the audience what is being said, or they don't, and then you just write "they were talking in XY." Don't make me use Google Translate to understand your fic. And don't make me read phrases like heiße schokolade mit gepeitschter creme, because your foreign language knowledge also comes from Google Translate. (That is an example from an actually published book, but my feelings on that transcend the fanfic/pubfic barrier, and I also read enough bullshit in fanfic).

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter. As in write-write. I don't think I ever wrote down any of the Sailor Moon self insert I made up.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Hmm I wrote A Sickbed Visitor with me as the target audience in mind, and considering that, I am quite happy that it also ended up being reasonably popular. Because this is the fanfiction for a romance series that doesn't feature one of the main couples but the friendship between two halves of different couples. (Yeah. Having fun writing something is nice. Validation is also nice)

And Es Wird Wieder ein Sommer is well...it's not the same, because it is an Alex/Niko fic, and I always meant it to be one, but it's also about Laura and her relationship with those two and that was lots of fun to think about and write.

No pressure tag for @cricrithings and @tatzelwyrm

[endless-oc-creations]

Mimi's Mobile Horror Oc Masterlist

[Part 1] [Part 2]

Updated: 1/09/25

Name: Yuri Choi

Fic Title: Sign of the Times

Fandom: Alice in Borderland

Face Claim: HoYeon Jung

Sexuality: Omnisexual 

Pronouns: She/Her

Love Interest: Hikari Kuina

Ship Tag: Kuinri [Link] 

Tag: [Link]

Pinterest Board: [Link]

Summary: Some might say Yuri has it all. Her family is wealthy, and she excels both in her school studies and athletics. Yuri was on her way to becoming the next top athlete in track and field. Her parents always pushed her to be the best so she tried to be the best. But deep inside Yuri secretly wished to live the life she wanted.

The only time Yuri felt free was when she was with her best friends, Arisu, Karube, and Chota. She felt like she could be herself without being worried about the expectations placed on her.

Recently Yuri got an athletic scholarship for college and would have to leave her friends behind. She didn't want to, but Yuri felt like her parents expected her to.

So, she was determined to make the most of this time with her best friends.

One day, Arisu wanted everybody to get together after the fight with his dad. So, while hanging out and basically goofing off, Yuri noticed fireworks, but she didn't have time to comment because she and the others had to run into a public bathroom together to hide from the police.

But when they left the bathroom stall, they noticed that the streets of Tokyo were suddenly completely empty.

Name: Denise Myers

Series Title: Groovy

Fic Titles: Burn in Hell [1]

Fandom: Evil Dead

Faceclaim: Jamie Lee Curtis

Sexuality: Pansexual

Pronouns: She/Her

Love interest: Ash Williams

Ship Tag: Dash [Link]

Tag: [Link]

Pinterest Board: [Link]

Summary: More To Be Added…

Name: Daniel Woods

Series Title: No One Lives Forever

Fic Titles: Fear of the Dark

Fandom: Fear Street Trilogy

Faceclaim: Alex Wolff

Sexuality: Gay

Pronouns: He/Him

Love interest: Simon Kalivoda

Ship Tag: Sanny [Link]

Tag: [Link]

Pinterest Board: [Link]

Summary: More To Be Added…

Name: Cynthia Harpe

Series Title: Below the Surface

Fic Title: Left Behind [1]

Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy’s

Faceclaim: Vera Farmiga

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Pronouns: She/Her

Love interest: William Afton

Ship Tag: Cafton [Link]

Tag: [Link]

Pinterest Board: [Link]

Summary: More To Be Added…

Name: Lydia Daniels

Series Title: Below the Surface

Fic Titles: Left Behind [1]

Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy’s

Faceclaim: Melissa Barrera

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pronouns: She/Her

Love interest:  Mike Schmidt

Ship Tag: Mikia [Link]

Tag: [Link]

Pinterest Board: [Link]

Summary: More To Be Added…

Name: Phoebe Darling

Series Title: Maneater

Fic Titles: Eyes Without a Face[1] Me and the Devil[2]

Fandom: Hannibal Television Series

Faceclaim: Lily Collins

Sexuality: Pansexual & Polyamorous 

Pronouns: She/Her

Love interest: Will Graham & Hannibal Lecter

Ship Tag: Phill [Link], Phannibal [Link], Murder Spouses[Link]

Tag: [Link]

Pinterest Board: [Link]

Summary: More To Be Added…

Name: Nancy Crain

Fic Title: Somewhere in Between

Fandom: The Haunting of Hill House

Faceclaim: Bailee Madison[Young], Annabelle Wallis[Old] 

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Pronouns: She/Her

Love interest: None

Tag: [Link]

Pinterest Board: [Link]

Summary: The oldest child of the Crain siblings, Nancy Crain was always determined to be the one there for her siblings no matter what. She always knew what they were feeling, including her parents. Her mom once explained to her that she was an empath, she could feel others' emotions, so Nancy was the one to first realize that something wasn’t right stepping into their summer home of Hill House and something was starting to change her mother. When she was younger Nancy could see Nellie’s bent neck lady, so she would always climb into her sister's bed to shield her from the awful sight.

However, it isn’t until years later walking into Hill House and seeing her sister's body did she realize the truth. When Nancy is older she hates the constant fights and arguments between her siblings so she always tries to play the peacemaker. She had a husband, but after her miscarriage, her marriage fractured and he cheated on her, getting that woman pregnant and leaving her alone to start the family he always wanted.

Name: Jennifer Renee

Series Title: Silence

Fic Titles: Silent Fears [1] Silent Hopes[2]

Fandom: Stephen King’s IT

Faceclaim:  Millicent Simmonds (Young) Emily Blunt(Adult)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pronouns: She/Her

Love interest: Mike Hanlon

Ship Tag: Minny [Link]

Tag: [Link]

Pinterest Board: [Link]

Summary: Jennifer has been hard of hearing, nearly deaf, since she was born, she had a cochlear implant surgery when she was just two years old. Her older brother Jonathan was her only friend until one day she found his dead body hanging in his bedroom after returning from school. Jonathan had committed suicide because he was found out to be gay in their town and he couldn’t take the abuse from the townspeople or their parents anymore. Then she was forced to move to Derry, Maine where she became neighbors with the Bowers family, making Jennifer’s life even more miserable than it had been. She knows a little bit of sign language because Jennifer checked out books and read through them over and over. Her worst fear is seeing her brother Jonathan’s dead body and blaming her for not helping him. As an adult, Jennifer was on her way to becoming a successful baker until she got a call one day that she needed to come back to Derry and take care of her mother. So she dropped everything and returned to her old town five years before Pennywise came back. She works at the Falcon Bar and is helping Mike with his research on how to destroy him once and for all.

Name: Melissa Tozier

Fic Title: Lullaby of Woe

Fandom: Stephen King’s IT

Faceclaim: Abby Ryder Fortson (Young) Rose Byrne(Adult)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pronouns: She/Her

Love interest: None

Tag: [Link]

Pinterest Board: [Link]

Summary: Melissa was the only daughter of Maggie and Wentworth Tozier and was the little sister of the infamous Richie “Trashmouth” Tozier. When she was little Melissa was best friends with little Georgie Denbrough since their older brothers were good friends. But then when Georgie died nothing was ever the same because the clown that had gotten Georgie was now after her, She saw him under her bed...outside her window...at her school and playground. Others brushed it off as stress after dealing with a sudden loss. Melissa was too scared to be alone so she was always stuck to her older brother and his friend's side so the ‘boogeyman’ wouldn’t get her. Then her brother and his friends start seeing the same thing and later on they end up saving her from Pennywise. But 27 years later, now a world-famous photographer, Melissa was being called upon by something wanting her to return to Derry and it wasn’t Mike Hanlon.

Name: Dani

Series Title: Off to the Races

Fic Titles: Fuel to Fire[1] Burn the Witch[2]

Fandom: The Last of Us

Faceclaim: Milla Jovovich

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pronouns: She/Her

Love interest: Joel Miller

Ship Tag: Doel [Link]

Tag: [Link]

Pinterest Board: [Link]

Summary: More To Be Added…

Name: Hank Scott

Series Title: Future Days

Fic Titles: Way Down We Go[1], Wayfaring Stranger[2]

Fandom: The Last of Us

Faceclaim: Andrew Lincoln

Sexuality: Gay

Pronouns: He/Him

Love interest: Joel Miller

Ship Tag: Hoel [Link]

Tag: [Link]

Pinterest Board: [Link]

Summary: Hank and Joel were together for years, in secret despite certain family members knowing, and raising their daughter, Sarah, together. They, of course like other couples, had their share of couple problems but they always got through it together. But then everything changed, an outbreak happened, but worse of all they lost their daughter. Surviving the outbreak was nothing compared to trying to heal from the loss of their daughter. It was too much for the couple and they ended up leaving each other. But then, years later, Hank ends up reuniting with Joel, and the two end up getting back together thanks to a young girl named Ellie.

Name: Kristen Emerson

Fic Title: Lost in the Shadows

Fandom: The Lost Boys

Faceclaim:  Heather Langenkamp

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pronouns: She/Her

Love interest: David Powers

Ship Tag: Kravid [Link]

Tag: [Link]

Pinterest Board: [Link]

Summary: More To Be Added...

Name: Cassie Thatcher

Series Title: Death with Dignity

Fic Titles: Ship in a Bottle[1]

Fandom: Lost(2004)

Faceclaim: Alycia Debnam-Carey

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Pronouns: She/Her

Love interest: Boone Carlyle, Charlie Pace

Ship Tag: Boonie [Link] , Chassie [Link]

Tag: [Link]

Pinterest Board: [Link]

Summary: More To Be Added…

Name: Georgie May

Series Title: Should Have Known

Fic Titles: The Chain[1]

Fandom: Lost(2004)

Faceclaim: Phoebe Tonkin

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pronouns: She/Her

Love interest: James "Sawyer" Ford

Ship Tag: Sawie [Link]

Tag: [Link]

Pinterest Board: [Link]

Summary: More To Be Added…

Name: Willow Collie

Fic Title: Talking In Your Sleep

Fandom: Midnight Mass

Faceclaim:  Marisa Tomei

Sexuality: Lesbian

Pronouns: She/Her

Love interest: Sarah Gunning

Ship Tag: Sarllow[Link]

Tag: [Link]

Pinterest Board: [Link]

Summary: More To Be Added…

Name: Hannah Abbot

Series Title: A Quiet Life

Fic Titles: End of Beginning[1], Lead the Way[2]

Fandom: A Quiet Place 

Faceclaim: Mary Elizabeth Winstead

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Pronouns: She/Her

Love interest: Emmett

Ship Tag: Hannett [Link]

Tag: [Link]

Pinterest Board: [Link]

Summary: More To Be Added…

Name: Norah Cassidy

Series Title: A Quiet Life

Fic Titles: Birds of a Feather[1]

Fandom: A Quiet Place

Faceclaim: Lauren Ridloff

Love interest: Sam

Sexuality: Lesbian

Pronouns: She/Her

Ship Tag: Sorah [Link]

Tag: [Link]

Pinterest Board: [Link]

Summary: More To Be Added…

Name: Delia Thatcher

Series Title: Living Dead Girl

Fic Titles: Twist[1], Pieces[2] Rats[3], 

Fandom: Saw Film Series

Faceclaim: Katharine Isabelle

Love Interest: Amanda Young

Sexuality: Lesbian

Pronouns: She/Her

Ship Tag: Demanda [Link]

Tag: [Link]

Pinterest Board: [Link]

Summary: Delia was a troubled girl growing up, and moving from foster home to foster home made her bitter and resentful toward others and even life itself. So, she found herself in trouble a lot, assaults, robbery, drugs, alcohol, you name it. Delia was constantly on the search for the next high that made her feel alive. But, one day Delia woke up and found herself in an infamous Jigsaw killer trap. She fought for her life and Delia barely got out alive, but shortly after, she passed out from blood loss. Delia then woke up seeing the face of someone she never thought she would see again...her old best friend from her younger days, Amanda Young…

Name: Florence Burton

Series Title: Living Dead Girl

Fic Titles: Twist[1], Pieces[2] Rats[3], 

Fandom: Saw series

Faceclaim: Naomi Watts

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Pronouns: She/Her

Love Interest: Mark Hoffman

Ship Tag: Floffman [Link]

Tag: [Link]

Pinterest Board: [Link]

Summary: Florence Burton is a detective who recently, and suddenly, transferred to the Metropolitan Police Department. Florence is then assigned to shadow and be a partner to her lieutenant, Mark Hoffman. But she feels like more of a secretary instead of a partner. What was even more of a problem to Florence was that this man seemed to have more mystery and darkness surrounding the more time she was forced to spend with him. So, Florence tried focusing on other cases behind his back so she could hopefully impress the Chief of Police, getting away from Hoffman and her growing attraction for him. Instead, it backfired and the Chief of Police assigned Florence right to Hoffman's side to work with him on the Jigsaw killer cases.

[astramthetaprime]

And the Wave Hits

So. Lost my job on Friday. The contract ran out and was not renewed.

It feels good to have some time off, I've been tired. But at the same time, y'know, I'm doing applications again. But thanks to paying off the house and all the rest, I'm not actually in a bad position at the moment. So I'm in a weird lacuna where yeah, Trouble is In The Air but at the same time Imma Taking It Easy.

The Year of the Jackpot has now run to sixteen months. We're in overtime gameplay.

My therapist yesterday encouraged me to try to get published, use this time to work on my writing and associated skills. Which, yeah, I'm always in favor of that. In an academic way, really, so to speak.

I'm a coward, honestly. Fear of rejection kicks the hell out of perfectly valid skillz and abilities and deprives the world of good quality content. I have no actual concrete reason to believe my work would be rejected, btw. But fear needs no reason, only implication of a reason.

For most of my life I've shoved print-outs into people's hands saying "read this, read this, please!" The vast majority of the time the prints have been put aside with an obviously fake smile "sure, I will" and never another word. They're forgotten, or tossed in the trash after. I don't get feedback, good or bad. Very rarely, I get vague "it was good, it was fine". No specifics. Just ... nothing.

So I stopped trying to get feedback. I don't talk about my stuff, I rarely print anything out, and I don't try to get people to read my stuff. No one wants to know, no one has time. No one cares. I've never seen any evidence that anyone near to me cared. My mother outright hated science-fiction, and the rest of my family either doesn't care or considers genre fiction of any sort to be garbage.

My dad would have read it, and that would have been good enough for me. But, well ... he was dead long before I ever really got started.

So yeah, I write all this stuff, hundreds of thousands of words, and never submit it anywhere or try to get anyone to read it. Because I figure it's not worth it, it's not good enough, and no one cares.

People care about the fanfic, and AO3 is a hothouse environment because people are actively reading ships and fandoms and actively commenting. That's like building one of those zero-tick farming machines in Minecraft, where you've got a dispenser chucking bone meal onto one square of tilled dirt and you've standing there with carrots in one hand and a hoe in the other and it's instant villager food by the ton. In original fiction, in the real-world publishing biz, especially these days where everybody is producing content, it's a mosh pit fight to get eyes on your work. We're all competing for a finite resource, readers' time and attention. Someday when we've got robots doing all the jobs and none of us have to work and money is no object, we'll all have much more time to read. But right now, when we're all trying to survive? No. People read when and as they can, if they can, if they care to.

I come from an era where you had to have perfect copy arranged to very specific margins and double spaced, single-sided pages, your print had to be absolutely perfect or an editor would toss it out without reading the first page. And then they might toss it at the second page when your characters didn't immediately grab his attention. Or at page 30 when they realized your theme was something he didn't agree with. Maybe not so much in sci-fi, we're more open-minded than that thanks to our entire genre being based on differences. But still. Editors were the enemy and you had to work your ass off to convince them your story was worth bothering with.

And now, there doesn't have to be an editor at all. Anyone can print anything whenever wherever. Do everything from cover art to ebook to audiobook to promotion. Or if you can't do it yourself, you can hire other people to do it for you. There's no gatekeeper to convince. And one wonders what that does for quality, because the gatekeepers of old were the arbiters of that.

I don't know precisely where I stand on the subject now.

But I've thought I may teach myself how to do prompts in Midjourney, to do my own cover art. And there's Reedsy.com. And ACX. And my old ebook publisher sent me my latest royalty payment from a book that they published in 2003 and is still selling one or two copies every six months. I made a whole $1.73. Maybe they'd like to take a look at some of my old stuff.

The future isn't all sunshine and rainbows. Sometimes it's just as much worry and bad decisions. But it happens nonetheless.

As ever, for you Sir Arthur, with my fondest regards.

[luvfae]

Hi lovely first of love you writing ! I was thinking for the my favourite Henderson series prehaps romance prompts 6 and 8 and NSFW 23 where y/n admits she loves Eddie and he’s trying to convince her dating him isn’t as scary as she thinks ❤️

MY FAVOURITE

HENDERSON

PART TWENTY

fandom: stranger things

parings: eddie x f henderson reader

warnings: swearing, smut, choking, unprotected sex, light fingering

6: “let me take you on a date, just one, and i’ll change your mind.”

8: “say the word and i’m yours.”

23: “is this what you wanted? you’re such a slut.”

masterlist

“I’m so in love with you even the thought of losing you makes me sick,” you admitted.

Eddie stared down at you, shock in his eyes and once you realised what you had said you wanted to shrink into a hole and die.

“You love me?” Eddie asked.

“Yes,” you said, voice just above a whisper. You looked away from him. His fingers hooked under your chin, forcing you to look at him again. “But i’m terrified,” you gulped. “Terrified of everything that comes with loving you in public.”

“I won’t let anything happen to you,” Eddie replied.

“Eddie…” you said, your hands wrapping around his wrists.

“Y/N, I don’t want us to only exist in the dark of your room anymore,” Eddie said. “I want to hold your hand while i’m walking you to class, want to introduce you to all my friends as my girlfriend, I want to kiss you in front of everybody and make sure everyone knows that you’re mine and i’m yours,” he said. “These people, they don’t matter. In five years time none of them will even be around… What really matters is you and me, because i’m gunna be by your side for life.”

You stared up at him, tears streaming down your cheeks at his sweet word.

“Let me take you on a date, just one, and i’ll change your mind,” Eddie said. “I’ll show you what it’s like to be together in public and then you can make up your mind.”

“Okay, deal,” you said. He wiped the tears that were accumulating on your cheeks and connected his lips with yours.

“Oh,” he pulled away, grinning at you. “I love you too, by the way.” You smiled hard, hands wrapping around his neck.

“You guys!”

Your head snapped in the direction of the door to see Dustin, Lucas and Mike standing there, watching the both of you.

“How long have you three been standing there?” Eddie asked, his cheeks heating up.

“Long enough to hear you say I love you,” Dustin grinned.

“Shut up,” Eddie said, looking away from Dustin.

-

Eddie took you out on a proper date, he drove the both of you to a nearby diner to eat. You were nervous, nervous that someone from school would show up.

“Just calm down,” Eddie said, placing his hand on top of yours. “I mean, you’re making me feel like shit here,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Are you really that ashamed of me?”

“I’m not ashamed of you,” you replied, your eyes landing on his. “You just don’t know these peoples like I do… my friends, I mean. I’ll be kicked off the cheer squad like instantly and lose any hopes of a scholarship.”

“That damn scholarship… fuck your scholarship, stay here in Hawkins with me,” Eddie said. “I’ll do everything to give you the life you deserve.”

“Eddie…” you muttered, shaking your head. He smirked at you, holding your hand tighter.

“I’ll support you either way. Although, i’d hate to see you leave… maybe i’ll just come along with you,” he suggested. You smiled at his comment.

All your nerves began to fade away as the night went on. You didn’t care anymore if someone caught you with him. Everything he had said earlier was right, at the end of the day it’d just be you and him. All of your so called friends were not in this for the long run, once high school was over they’d probably forget about you.

“God, I love you,” Eddie said as the night wrapped up, the pair of you walked back to his van hand in hand.

“I love you too,” you said, shyly. The words felt foreign on your tongue. They had only been reserved for family before this moment. “Eddie,” you said, stopping your movements, holding both of his hands. He hummed, a concerned look on his face, wondering why you had stopped. “Say the word and i’m yours,” you said.

His face softened, a grin creeping onto his lips. “Do you wanna be my girlfriend? Officially?” He asked.

You reached up, pressing your lips against his before replying, “yes.”

You made out with him practically all the way back to his van and you could hardly keeps your hands off of him as he drove you back to his house. His uncle was away for the weekend, which meant the pair of you would get some alone time.

Eddie had never taken you back to his place before, everything the pair of you had done had always been at your house.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” Eddie said, holding your hand as he pushed the front door open. You walked in front of him, glancing around. “Sorry about the mess, my uncle’s always working and I spend most of my time at your house, as you know,” he said.

You smiled, turning around and hugging him. “Show me your room,” you said.

You followed Eddie to his bedroom, watching him as he began to give you a mini tour of everything he had. You closed his bedroom door and Eddie glanced over his shoulder at you.

“Get on the bed,” you ordered. Eddie raised his eyebrows at you, a smirk making its way on his face. “I wanna ride you,” you said, pushing your hands against his chest, backing him into his bed.

“You didn’t have to close the door,” Eddie chuckled, knees bucking once he hit the edge of his bed, falling back onto the mattress. “It’s just us here.”

“Dramatic effect,” you shrugged, glancing around his mattress, face screwing up at the stains. “What the hell are these stains from?”

“What do you think, Henderson?” He asked, pulling you on top of him, pressing his lips against yours.

You pulled your face away from his. “From you being a man whore,” you replied.

“Says the one who’s about to contribute to the stains on my mattress,” Eddie smirked, watching you as you pulled your cheer dress off. His hands were instantly on your body, unclasping your bra and tossing it to the ground. “For what it’s worth, you’re the best i’ve had.”

“I know,” you replied, bending down and kissing him hard.

You didn’t waste much time undressing him and taking your own panties off. You reached between your bodies, aligning his cock with your entrance before sinking down onto him, your pussy suffocating his dick.

Eddie groaned, his hands flying to your waist, fingers digging into your skin as you began to rock back and forth.

“Eddie,” you whined, looking down at him. Your hips moving faster as you already felt that knot in your stomach from the new angle. You had never been on top before. “I’m gunna cum,” you whispered.

“It’s okay, baby,” he replied. Staring up at you as you came undone, your pussy soaking his cock as you came on top of him. Eddie’s hands kept your jolting hips steady against him, your head falling back, sweat beads on your forehead.

You looked back down at him, hips moving at a fast and steady pace once you had came down from your orgasm. You attempted to reach for his hand, moaning hard, nearly collapsing onto him at how good it felt, your hands steadying yourself on his chest.

You breathed hard, reaching for his hand again, bringing it to your throat. “P-Please,” you begged.

He chuckled, firmly wrapping his fingers around your throat. “Is this what you wanted? You’re such a slut,” Eddie said, is grip tightening as you moaned.

“I love you,” you said, voice raspy from the choking.

“I love you too,” he replied.

You began to bounce up and down on him, wanting to feel more. Needing to feel more. More. More. More.

“Jesus- Fuck- Shit, don’t fucking stop,” Eddie said, his grip loosening from around your throat. You gasped loudly, your legs shaking hard as his dick slid against that spongy spot. You had cramps in your thighs, panting hard, movements growing sloppy. “Aww, are you tired baby?” Eddie cooed, condescendingly, both of this hands falling to your waist. “Here, let me help. You rest up,” he said as he began to snap his hips into you.

You moaned loudly, falling forward, your head resting in the crook of his neck. Your tongue shot out, sucking dark marks into his skin as you whimpered and whined against him.

Eddie’s arms snaked around your back, still fucking his dick into you at a fast pace.

“You marking me up?” He groaned, tilting his head so you had better access. “Branding me?”

“Want everyone to know who you belong too,” you muttered, your lips moving to his, you shoved your tongue inside of his mouth, kissing him passionately. “Especially that bitch Sarah,” you said once you pulled away. “Bet she couldn’t make you feel this good, hmm?”

Eddie chuckled at your words. “No way, princess,” he breathed. You hummed in response, your core tightening once again, your orgasm hitting you unexpectedly.

You sat up straight, moaning loudly as you came for the second time. Eddie groaned at the feeling of your pussy spasming against his hard cock.

“Good girl,” he cooed, hands on your cheeks. You sobbed, feeling a little overstimulated but still determined to make him cum, which is why you took back over, your hips rocking against him again.

It didn’t take long for Eddie to feel that all too familiar feeling of his orgasm on the way.

“I’m about to cum,” Eddie said, preparing for you to pull away and finish him off with your mouth or hands like you usually did. Instead you stayed put, still riding him. “Y/N, seriously, i’m gunna cum.”

“I want you to cum inside of me, Eddie,” you said. “Want you to fill me up.”

Eddie groaned, that’s all it took to push him over the edge. Hot ropes of his cum shooting deep within your walls. You rode out his high, both of your movements getting sloppy before you pulled away, collapsing beside him.

Eddie rolled over, staring down at your heat. His cum spilling out of your pussy. With two fingers he reached over, dragging them through his seed before stuffing the leakage back inside of you, making you moan at the feeling.

“Can’t have any waste now can we sweetheart?” Eddie asked, kissing your forehead.

© luvfae 2022

[steelycunt]

ridi im sorry i need to rant and i think youll get it 😭 like not to be a bitch but this fandom kinda going off the rails and annoying the shit out of me https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRbYASpf/ everybody in the comments unironically loving it,,, i mean wtvr ship who you want but its kinda getting delusional like ppl are just operating on thin air and pretty fancasts atp and i do Not understand or emotionally connect with any of it. at least w wolfstar theres so much material and foundation to explore but what is all the rest of this?? just hot celebrity fancasts and crack. to be fair part of me respects taking a terfs canon material and making everybody gay but the way it seems to be so oversaturating fics and the fandom that characters dont even feel like their original selves .. atp its all just surface level OCs

hello! yes! i'll be honest talking about things like this always make me a little nervous, and i feel obligated to preface anything i say with a disclaimer that none of it really matters, nothing i say matters, and you should do what you like, because--who cares. i am not an authority on--anything, frankly. my opinion holds no more weight than the next guy's, and all i'm doing here is giving it, so. essentially what im saying is--people are perfectly entitled to disagree with me, but people are not entitled to be mean to me about it xx

having said that. it is my personal opinion that s x barty is one of the worst fucking things i have ever heard lol. who even is barty who is that guy. why would s be interested in him at all. i do not understand it it does not make sense to me. from where are we sourcing the character traits and personality that we are giving barty that would ever endear sirius to him, because it objectively cannot be canon.

overall i do not get the new interest in barty + evan + pandora (+ regulus, but we won't go there)...at all, other than guessing that people were bored with the marauders and wanted a new version of them (and new celebrities to fancast) while simultaneously changing next to nothing about them other than superimposing them onto the first slytherin side characters they could rustle up. i expect ive become a bit of a broken record in regards to my dislike of the popular meow-meow-ification + complete absolution of regulus as a character in order to make him a loveable oc (just as i think erasing all the negative traits that r/s have in order to make them more likeable is just as boring), and all of that applies to those other guys as well (with the slight difference that they are, somehow, even less interesting and significant than regulus in canon), so i won't get into that too much. but i think what you say about having no emotional connection to any of it is exactly right lol--it is a sort of shift? i guess? in the fandom that is simply of no interest to me. they are characters that i just have no emotional investment in and admittedly struggle a little to understand why other people do. i am emotionally invested in, like, five characters overall (and even out of those--there's only two i'm really here for innit xx) and i personally cannot extend that investment to a creepy little side character who is mentioned maybe twice in the entire series.

and that is okay! i do not need to understand it. i don't want to say it annoys me because honestly--i don't go there, its nothing to do with me. if i dont like it i just wont interact with it, and the fact that it doesn't interest me has no bearing on what other people are into or want to do, and i couldn't give less of a shit what people do with the canon material, which is largely garbage anyway. take the bits you want from it, play around with those and ignore the rest. in that respect we are all doing exactly the same thing. but yeah i think s x barty is genuinely awful lol. hate it. very terrible. he's already got a loser werewolf boyfriend and he loves him so so much. leave him alone.

[imagineryupfuckedworld]

Are you okay?

Fandom: Solo Leveling Genderneutral Reader Pairing: Sung Jin Woo x Reader TW: Uhm mention of blood, depression, abandonment Part 1? Idk

You always knew he was something special. Even though it needed time to come through. It needed time to become, what he is now. Like a Diamond who once was coal, he now shines brighter than anyone. Maybe “shine” is the wrong word, but regardless, everyone now knows it. Everyone can finally see it. The way you always saw him. Sung Jin Woo finally broke through the shell that was around him. You never knew why he changed. What happened, except what was heard from others. After his major change Jin Woo begun to keep his distance. Maybe it was unintentional, maybe not. But he keeps drifting apart from you. Week to Week, day to day, hour to hour. No more daily calls till one fell asleep. No more patching him up and scolding him lightly because you were so worried about him. No more Bubbleteas and weekly get together. No more need to help him pay for the hospital bills and rent. No more anything. Jin Woo now reached a World, were you can’t be a part of it anymore. You aren’t a Hunter. So you can’t even support him in that matter. Helping him to pay off the bills was one of the only things you could do to support him but even now that isn’t needed anymore. Not to mention being emotional support when he needed it. He doesn’t need you anymore. Or so you feel. He doesn’t call anymore. He doesn’t tell you about the dungeons, how his family is. He doesn’t reminisce about old days with you anymore. Not even a text that he is okay, alive, unharmed. Nothing. No updates, only what you can see online from his new friends and his sister. Seemingly forgetting about you. You are happy for him. That people finally realize what a good person Jin Woo is. That he gets what he deserves for having such a difficult life. But it hurt that you don’t seem to be a part of it anymore. Even after he was...is such a major part of your life. Is it because you are weak? Ugly? Annoying? You don’t know because he never told you. He doesn’t tell you anything anymore...and you begun to keep silent about your life. At the beginning, you still updated him about your life, trying to keep small talk and texting about random things like you always do. Sending him memes and videos. But it slowly faded after his replies got shorter and shorter and shorter, then left in read and in the end, you weren’t even worthy enough to be left on read. It all came to a halt. No texts, no calls, no meetings. You even begun to avoid everything that has to do with him. Things that would remind you of him. All the pictures, gifts, everything physically was but into a box and placed somewhere, where you wouldn’t see it. You can’t. It just hurt to be reminded of how worthless you got. Your daily life changed and you tried to forget him, even to replace him but it was difficult. Somehow you managed to get your act together. When you have to socialize it is. At home, alone, it was a different story. It broke you how easily you were tossed away. As happy as you are for him, it hurt as much. You tried to talk to him so often, but he always found a way to avoid you. The more often you tried, the easier he slipped away. This was till you two had no choice but to interact. When the Dungeonmonsters came out of the Gates, all hell broke lose. It was terrifying seeing the things that Hunters are supposed to hunt, for yourself. They were monstrous, tall, bloody, horrendous and dangerous. Nobody expected that such things would come out, even though everybody feared it after the JeJu-Island-Raid. At that time, you were near the Gate. Shopping for Groceries. You were almost squashed to death from a big foot that stepped right in front of you. Your throat tightening. Gulping down a scream you fell on your behind. The groceries were now splattered everywhere. You saw dead bodies between the big toes of the Monster, seemingly the Hunters who wanted to clear the Gate. Wasn’t it a small D-Rank-Gate? Why are these monsters here? You did not had the time to think about it as the Monster seemed to notice you. It bend downward, his arm reaching out to you. You tried to scramble away. To get up and run inside in hope you would be safer there but you toppled over and over. Tears begun to well up into your eyes. Hiccups bubbling in your throat and your heart clenched. Your breath irregular. You don’t want to die. Yes, you go through so much pain right now and life is shitty but you don’t want to die. Help! Was your only thought. Someone, please help me! Anybody! any “anybody” came to rescue you. The second he took you in his arms you knew, who it was. The smell was what gave him out. The smell of Ebony that never left him. He shielded your eyes, so you wouldn’t see the blood he spilled or anything else, that would be to gruesome for you, knowing how sensitive you are. You can’t even watch a horrormovie properly without hiding your face in his shoulder. “Are you okay?” hearing his voice after so long made you tear up. The question he gave you, these simple words, stirred something up inside of you. It wasn’t pain or sadness that you felt all the time. No, it was anger. Anger at him for that it was of all the people him that rescued you. That he asked this question, after all the time. Asking, because of the monsters and not, because of all the other things or because he really want to know. You pushed him roughly away. Your head turned away so you wouldn’t see him. Not wanting to spare him any glance. “Thanks...” You tried to rescue what you could from your groceries, not waiting for anything he could say. You just want to go before you say something that you could regret. But what is it, that you would regret? Saying how you feel? How Jin Woo made you feel? How he threw you away? Or is it, that you would regret saying all these things knowing, it could hurt him like it has hurt you? “I asked if you’re okay?” The grip around the now ripped plastic-bag tightened. Your lips formed a thin line. Why can’t he just go and leave you alone like he already did? He is stirring up emotions, you never wanted to feel regarding him. “Why do you care?” It was a simple question. But filled with so much emotion and at the same time none. He looked taken aback. His eyes widened a bit when you looked him dead in the eyes. You gaze as dead and hollow as you feel at night. He opened his mouth to say something but you beat him to that. “I mean, you didn’t cared since a long time ago about me, no? Ignoring me, avoiding me, replacing and throwing me away. And now? Now you come here, rescuing me for what I am thankful, but asking me if I am okay? No. I am not. A monster almost killed me. In fact I am scared to death and at the verge of crying,” your voice begun to break a little, hiccups threatening to come out “But it is also a fact, that this isn’t the worst of all the things.” instead of hiccups, a bitterly laugh came out. “No, worse is, that it is you who rescued me. The Person who I did not wanted to see. So, no, I am not okay but it doesn’t concern you anymore, so goodbye.” Leaving your groceries behind you ran. As fast as you could. Never stopping or looking back. Not before you got home. You ran so much and so fast, you almost doubled over and puked on the floor. Your entire body was shaking, you sweat. You feel hot and cold at the same time. Your mind was racing faster, than you just ran. Everything just bubbled up and came out. It was too much to hold in it, so you screamed and trashed. Screamed our lungs out till they gave in and your throat begun to hurt and burn. You knocked everything over, throwing and kicking things. Hammering your fist against the walls till they bleed. You don’t know how long you did that but you stopped when you felt his arm around you. Again. The smell was intoxicating. A cloud of his smell formed around you. “I’m so sorry...” it was then and there, that you begun to cry. You pounded against his chest. Cried. Screamed at him. Merciless at how much he hurt you. How you hated him. How you never want to see him again. Asking him why he did that. Insulting him till no end. While you did all that. he just silently embraced you. Taking everything in you said. Never saying something against it or making excuses. Only these three words came out of him. Over and over and over.

[aphoestrope]

Fictober '22 - Day 12

prompt: #12 "You're making my head hurt." fandom: assassin's creed III rating: teen and up audiences (may not be appropriate for audiences under 13) warnings: none.

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Puffs of breaths left your parted lips as you made yourself busy navigating your way through the forest. You had just visited some household around the Homestead to pick up a few things you had ordered from them and helped them with their chores in return. That was all that you’ve been doing for the past few days to distract yourself. Connor hadn’t returned since that day, and although everybody knew that he was as strong as a bear, you couldn’t help but to worry that something might have happened to him.

The sun was finally up this morning, and you basked yourself in the warm sunlight. Stopping on your track, you spotted a fallen, lonely log and decided to make your way over. The white snow was cold against your skin as you brushed them away to create a spot to sit, but somehow, you feel a little calmer. You closed your eyes, and in between that moment of peace and restlessness, you mulled over the things you could’ve done to prevent the whole argument. Maybe it’s best that I hadn’t said anything, or maybe I was just too naive and he got frustrated because of it, or maybe—

“Good god, you’re making my head hurt,” You muttered to yourself while trying not to break down, “I hate you so much—”

“Why?”

Your heart skipped a beat upon hearing the familiar voice. Perhaps you were dreaming, and his voice just magically appeared inside your head. Perhaps you just wanted to make things right so much that you started hallucinating. When you opened your eyes, there was nobody in front of you. A sigh that left your lips was silent, but it seemed that what you had heard was real.

Before you knew it, there he was: the Assassin in white-blue robe, jumping off a branch of a tree just nearby the log you sat on.

You were frozen on your spot as he approached, slowly pulling down his hood so that you could see his features. The lack of expression on his face angered you a little, but you decided that enough was enough.

“I—”

“I am sorry.” Connor completed his apology before you could. “You were right.”

At that time, you wanted nothing but to scream “I told you so!” to his face, but you couldn’t find the courage to. You couldn’t deny the part of you that was relieved that he returned safe and sound.

You punched him on the gut lightly while trying to hold back tears. “Don’t you ever run off from me like that again, Ratonhnhaké:ton.”

So, the two of you walked back to Achilles Manor side by side.

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“You did not answer my question.”

“I didn’t want to, so shut up and let’s go back before it gets dark.”

[destinyc1020]

I don't know if you'll even post this, but thanks for letting me vent I guess ?

This isn't directed at you, but to Tomdaya fandom in general today. I'm really disappointed in how many blogs are making fun of Timmy's body/appearance in the B.Vogue pics.

Everyone HATES when people make fun of Tom, and that's always slammed and called out as wrong. So why are the same blogs doing it to other people?

Its OK to not like him or the pics (they aren't my favorite either), but making fun of how his body/face looks is not ok.

Lol, honestly I haven't been seeing what other Tomdaya blogs have been saying about Timmy lol. Maybe I don't follow them? Cuz none of the ones I follow have even mentioned him today from my recollection hahaha. 😅🤣

Again.... I KEEP saying this: When you claim something is going on in blogs/the internet/twitter, etc. I'm more likely to actually believe you if you have REAL RECEIPTS or screenshots with proof backing what you're actually saying. Cuz without it, how am I supposed to know

that what you're saying is even the truth?? 🥴 🤷

With that said, I'll just say right off the bat that I like Timmy! I have nothing against him. I think he's cool. BTW....Have you seen my blog?? I tease everybody just about lol. 😅🤣 Usually it's all just light-hearted fun and not anything serious or malicious or anything against the person at all... I usually don't take things that seriously. Some things just make me chuckle, that's all. I even tease Tom and Zendaya from time to time lol. 😅 I teased them for their silly "shenanigans" during their breakup, I tease Z and sometimes call her "HoboDaya", I teased Tom about his silly rebounding flings lol, and for being a simp for Z, and I consistently tease Tomdaya for being simps for each other lol. Again, nothing harsh or mean....just light-hearted ribbing from time to time. LIGHT teasing is actually usually a form of endearment to me I guess?? 🤷

Believe me, you will know if I really HATE (hate is a strong word) dislike someone I'm talking about lol. It's pretty obvious when I DON'T like someone I think. 😤

With that said, while I don't like when some fandoms are mean and make fun of other actors/actresses just to build up their faves, at the same time, those same blogs/fans are entitled to their own opinions, just like you're entitled to yours! 😊

If you don't like what someone is posting, you can always unfollow them. Like I said, I haven't seen a bunch of Tomdaya fans/blogs making fun of Timmy's body, but I don't think anyone should body shame someone. At the same time, I thought there was that one picture in the shoot that just looked a little strange to me lol, but hey...maybe some people liked it? Everyone has their own personal taste. But bottom line: Idk about other people, but I personally don't have anything against Tee-mo-tay lol... I just lightly tease just about everyone on my blog at times lol.

And I agree w/you... I think that teasing someone JUST because they're not your "fave" is not right. And no, I don't like it when people do that to Tom either.

Now, if people have valid reasons for not liking that particular celebrity/actor (like they're a certified douche for example), then that might be a different story. 🤷

[sparksflamesembersashes]

Another thing about the Caryl situ.... What if, in fact, Melissa just got fed up with Caryl? What if Carol Peletier is Melissa McBride's "Misery"? Maybe the character she'd created had become the only thing she was judged by, and she just got tired of it. Not to mention, Melissa seems like a kind hearted and gentle soul IRL, and all the abuse, vitriol, and anger on the Twitter hellscape and elsewhere may have taken a psychological toll on her. Maybe the viciousness (mostly from antis, but not all) had been ripping her up inside for years and she just wanted to walk away from it. Maybe to her, Caryl is the monster they created and she just wanted it dead. You can't blame her. It's no wonder she all but left the social media platform years ago. She obviously hasn't cared to engage with fans on that level for a long time, and having read some of the hateful things people say to or about her or her character, I get it. She's only human, after all. And people get SO emotional about their ships! The pressure must have been insurmountable at times. Maybe she had to walk just to preserve her own sanity. We don't know, and we'll probably never know, because Melissa's personal life and her personal decisions are none of our business, and she is an intensely private person. Can you imagine how she feels if, in fact, this was entirely HER decision and HER choice, and we're all making it sound like she got screwed over by the network and her co-star? How absolutely mortifying would that be? I'm just saying what if... I am inclined to think she got shoved aside, but we just don't know. And if we're wrong, we're not helping her in rising up and protesting the cancellation of the spin-off... we're just prolonging her agony. No one wants to let people down, and the pain and sorrow from the fandom could be crushing her.

As for Norman, yes, he is an entitled male celebrity and he's had that status for a long time. But listen, the guy is engaged, he has a toddler with his fiancee (who is also a hot property in her own right), and who among us wouldn't throw almost everything else to the four winds to spend more time with the people we love and cherish the most? One thing the COVID pandemic has left in its aftermath is a new appreciation for the stuff that's most important in the world. Norman had mentioned in an interview that he'd been working almost constantly for 10 years, and when everybody went into lockdown, I think he discovered the meaning of true family time. Not to mention the risk of death can lead you to re-evaluate your life in general. So if he jettisoned everything to spend more time with Diane and his daughter, I can be pissed at him for doing it, but I can't really judge him over it. I don't have that kind of love in my life, but I imagine if I did, I'd do just about anything to hold onto it as long as possible. Are we really gonna gut the man over choosing his real life family over a fictitious one? I want to (you have no idea), but I won't. Because I get it.

So I'm just sad and grieving, and at first I wanted to protest and deny this new reality, and now I'm just accepting it. Because we will never know why it happened and maybe we shouldn't. And we don't truly know if anyone was cheated out of anything (except us Caryl shippers, of course). At the end of the day, Melissa and Norman are individual human beings with their own lives, and expecting them to bend to the will of a segment of their fans (no matter how large) to compromise their own life goals (and maybe their mental health) in order to maintain fictional characters we've invested way too much of our own time in is, IMO, unrealistic, and more than a little selfish. Maybe that's not the reality, but maybe it is. You know the saying, truth is stranger than fiction. We don't know all the truths here, only bits and pieces that we'll still speculate on for months to come.

I am a Caryl shipper. God help me. And if you accuse me of not shipping Carol, or not stanning Melissa, I will fight your ass to my last breath. But enough is enough. The shit I've seen on Twitter gets worse every day, and people behave so badly when they can hide behind a pseudonym on social media. There's no way to know if I'm hurting or helping by participating. Absent further factual enlightenment, I'm taking the path of least resistance and having a seat on the sidelines. The truth always eventually comes out, but I'm not going to feed any more fires until I know what the truth actually is. And that could take a while... if it happens at all.

I have given so much of my heart and my love to Caryl, and it's been more beautiful and rewarding at times than I could have imagined, but now I'm going to focus that love and my heart on real people, in the real world. Maybe that's exactly what Melissa and Norman have chosen to do. We just don't know. Caryl on, but keep it in perspective. Life is shorter than you think. Make it count.

[the-insomniac-emporium]

We Don't Talk (About That) [Cassandra Dimitrescu/Reader]

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T for language Warnings: None Summary: Affection has never been Cassandra's strong point- neither the giving nor the receiving of it. But when it comes to you, she's determined to try, regardless of the obstacles in her path. Notes: Spiritual sequel to Everybody Talks Too Much, but they can be read in any order. Reader is selectively mute, but ends up talking in this one, partially due to being high on a fever, oops. The reader in this one is also a lil bit sassier than some of my other ones, hence why it has tentatively earned my "blunt teeth sharp tongue" tag.

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“Seriously? You’re wearing white for this?” Cassandra says, eying you with a look of disbelief. All you can really do is shrug in response. After all, your hands are occupied with your current task: Wiping blood off of the corridor floor. That didn’t leave much room for miming, or writing anything down. “You’re going to fuck up your sleeves, you know that, right?” Another shrug, this time with an added humming noise, just for fun. Honestly, you weren’t even sure why Cassandra was hanging out, let alone why she cared if you got your shirt dirty. It’s not like she would be the one to do the laundry. More than that, she was the one who had decided to punish a maiden in the middle of the hallway.

Still, you would never think to voice your questions, or otherwise indicate your feelings. Not that you had feelings about her, or anything, the mere idea of that was ridiculous. For a completely unrelated reason you find yourself glad that she could not see your cheeks from where she stood. Glad I don’t talk, you think, otherwise I’d probably say something really stupid right now. Instead, you focus on your work, scrubbing hard at the floors. Despite your companion’s warning, not even a single drop of blood ends up staining your clothing. That’s why I rolled up my sleeves first, babe!... And that’s why I don’t talk, you think, shaking your head to clear your thoughts.

“That was fast. Sure you didn’t miss a spot?” Cassandra asks, stepping over to where you had cleaned. Before you can protest she’s leaning down to examine the floor. Which would, you know, be fine. If she didn’t have blood (and dirt, and who knows what else) on her gloves, that is. Groaning, you try to slap her wrist, temporarily forgetting your place. Next thing you know she’s pushing you to the ground, on top of you with her hand posed to strike. You flinch, instantly, clamping your eyes shut to prepare for the inevitable. But, just as quickly as she had gotten on you, she climbs right off, refusing to meet your confused gaze, refusing to answer your unspoken questions. “You’re lucky that mother thinks you’re useful,” she spat, leaving you with one last angry huff.

“What the fuck?...” You whisper, as soon as you think she won’t be able to hear you. Of all the things she could have possibly done in response… this was the only one you couldn’t justify. There’s only one thing that could possibly help you cope with your confusion: Cleaning. Thankfully, the same person who had just flipped your mind upside down had also left a few boot prints in her path. Humming softly to yourself, you get right back to work, gleefully ignoring what had just transpired.

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“Why do they do that?” Cassandra snapped, storming into the library, immediately demanding her older sister’s attention. However, Bela does not respond, merely looking up from her book with an eyebrow raised. Frustrated, Cassandra sits down at the table before slamming her fists onto it. At this, Bela sets her book to the side, realizing that she couldn’t ignore this tantrum. “Oh come on, you know exactly who I’m talking about!”

“Yes, I do, because they’re the only person you’ve given a damn about in a decade, maybe longer,” Bela replies, rolling her eyes. “But that doesn’t mean I have any clue what you’re complaining about this time. What did they do, hmm? Did they brush their hand up against yours? Make a heart with their hands again? Oh, let me guess, they smiled when you walked into the room.” At this point, Cassandra was nothing if not predictable, much to her own frustration. How often had she come to her sister, in confidence, to have this very conversation? Countless times, and never once with a clear goal in mind.

Just a head full of thoughts of you.

“They touched me,” she admits, after a few seconds of agonizing silence. The words feel heavy and wrong on her tongue, like they were coated in syrup, too sweet to be anything other than sickening. “Slapped my hand away like I was a kid sticking a fork in an outlet, for fuck’s sake! Who do they think I am?” Now those words felt better. Angrier- left a worse taste in her mouth, but easier to swallow.

“That depends, were you trying to stick a fork into an outlet? Sounds like the sort of thing you’d do to impress them,” Bela teases, laughing even when her arm gets smacked in retaliation. “Maybe you should just ask them, then, if you can’t fathom why they might touch you. Or you could simply wallow in self pity for another decade, pretending to hate their guts when really you’re desperate to get laid?”

“When did you get so rude?” Cassandra snaps, standing up with a scowl.

“Oh, probably about the eighth time we had this talk?” Bela replies, quick as a whip, smiling all the while. If she was going to have to endure this sort of thing this often, she might as well have some fun with it. But this appeared to be the end of this particular conversation, with a miffed Cassandra making her exit, once more leaving Bela to read in peace… for a while, at least.

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She can’t find you. She’s looked just about everywhere, asked every maiden she’s come across, and all any of them had to say were nervous apologies. Where were you? Why were you absent, now of all times, when she had finally decided to speak to you? Curse my luck, Cassandra thinks, barely restraining herself from wreaking havoc on her surroundings. Though maybe they’ll show up to take care of my mess, she muses, then thinks better of it when she imagines your exhausted expression. After all, there was only one place left for her to look: Your personal quarters. If you weren’t there, then, well, there’d be a new problem entirely.

“They better have a damn good reason for hiding away,” Cassandra mumbles under her breath. Then she’s opening the door to your room, not bothering to knock. What could you want to hide from her anyway? “Oh shit.” Evidently she hadn’t thought this through. There you were, asleep in bed, shirtless, a washcloth on your forehead. Every muscle in your body seemed to be shivering, and the occasional weak murmur leaves your lips. It doesn’t take more than a moment for Cassandra to act. Clearly you’re cold, hence the shaking, regardless of how warm it feels to her. So she’s grabbing a blanket from your dresser, quickly covering you with it. “Is that better?”

You don’t respond. Not that she truly expected you to. But the way you continue to shake has her even more concerned, and a trace of panic starts to set in. She searches for other blankets, laying them on top of you, confused as to why you aren’t getting better. C’mon, asshole, she thinks, I’m trying to help you! As if summoned by her frustrations, a maiden soon swings the door open, freezing in place when they see her. Instantly she’s whirling around to face them, a cruel remark dying in her throat. Of course it was one of her mother’s favorites. Eventually, she would have to find someone else to take her frustrations out on.

“Lady Cassandra? What are you-” Cynthia, senior staff member of Castle Dimitrescu, veteran of more than five years, starts to ask. But once she spies the pile of blankets on top of you… well, her eyes go wide. “Damn it, my Lady, you’re going to kill them!” With that said she’s rushing forward, setting down a basket of who-knows-what on your nightstand, before quickly removing the extra sheets. Half confused, half furious, Cassandra stands nearby, unable to decide how to react. Perhaps noticing this, Cynthia is quick to explain her actions. “They have a fever, the worst one I’ve seen in all of my years here. They may be shivering, but trust me, their skin might as well be on fire.”

“I was just trying to help,” Cassandra defends, words rushing out before she can stop herself. Fuck, this was embarrassing.

“Clearly, and I don’t blame you. Let’s just be glad that I came to check on them, hmm?” Cynthia suggests, giving an oddly motherly (i.e. reassuring) smile. On one hand, Cassandra doesn’t appreciate being talked to like this, at least not by someone other than her mother. On the other hand, well, she is glad that she hadn’t accidentally killed you. Taking a moment to let her heart rate slow back down, Cassandra moves to lean against the wall closest to you. She can’t help but frown when she sees the way your eyes flurry about beneath their lids. What are you dreaming about? Is it a nightmare, she wonders, or something softer, like you deserve?

“Can… can I help?” She asks, voice hardly more than a whisper. It was too late to save herself from embarrassment, but it wasn’t too late to contribute to your recovery. Or at least that’s what she hoped. There’s relative silence for a few moments, as Cynthia thinks over her words, swapping out the damp washcloth on your forehead all the while. When she finally replies, she does not look up from her task. Always the professional.

“Stay with them. If they get worse, come find me immediately. If they wake up, try to get them to drink some water, and ask if they’ve been injured recently. I couldn’t find any wounds on them, but this mess reeks of an infection,” Cynthia says. Opening the basket she had brought in with her, she removes several bottles from within, examining their labels with a tight-lipped frown. “None of these will do shit- pardon my language, my Lady- if it’s an infection, but it should help them fight off the fever until I can get them some proper antibiotics. Well, until the Duke can, that is. Make sure to ask them if they have any allergies to medicine before you give them anything, and please read the directions. They only need to take one kind of pill, alright? I only brought a few kinds in case they can’t have certain ones. Is that clear, Lady Cassandra?”

“Crystal clear,” she chimes, only briefly looking away from you. It’s enough for Cynthia, however, and she leaves with a simple bow. Once more alone with you, Cassandra approaches, gently taking your hand within her own. “You’d better wake up soon. I don’t want to have to babysit you all day…” Doesn’t want to, but would, if that’s what you needed. Wouldn’t hesitate for even a second. At most, she’d make someone fetch her a book to read while she waited. Except… now that she glanced around your room, she found that there were some things to keep her entertained. Like your beloved notepad.

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What do you mean? I don’t think she feels that way about me. Don’t be ridiculous, she doesn’t like anyone. Because I pay attention to her! It’s not hard to know what she does and does not appreciate, you just need to observe her. No, not like that, don’t be gross. Keep teasing me and my cheeks won’t be the only thing around here that’s red. Oh fuck off, fine, I’ll go talk to her, but you owe me one. Then the page ends, with the next two having been torn out. A few letters here and there are still legible, on what little remains of the missing pieces. Lov- and want her- and wish. Try as she might, Cassandra cannot find the rest of the pages. What had you possibly written that would make you discard all evidence? It’s not like anyone normally went through your notepad. Had you predicted that one day Cassandra would do this?

“Damn it, damn it, damn it!” She growls, dropping the object with an angry sigh. “Who the hell were you writing about? Who were you fucking talking to? Why won’t you wake up, you goddamn asshole?” Through all of her shouting, you do nothing but shake in place, shivering against a non existent cold. Several hours had passed since Cassandra’s arrival, without you doing so much as batting an eye. Slowly but surely, she was being driven insane, exhausted from worry and jealousy alike. Strange how the most obvious answer eluded her so consistently… Yet hope does not entirely abandon her, as eventually her tantrum manages to pierce the haze around your overheating mind.

“Shhhhhhh. Please,” you mumble, eyes still closed, hardly aware of anything around you. All you really knew was that someone was being insufferable. Hell, your fever was driving you wild, and you didn’t even think about the fact that you hadn’t spoken out loud in front of anyone for over three months. Later, after you recovered, you would be glad that it was Cassandra who finally heard your voice. “Inside voice, mhm? Sleepy time…”

“Did- did you just?” Cassandra asks, stunned, shaking her head as if it might make her realize she was dreaming. But no, this was real, and you really had just spoken to her. It’s enough of a shock to render her speechless for a minute or so.

“Thanks, babe. Need to sleep this off. Or… no, wait, I was supposed to tell someone something?” You ramble, trying to sit up, a hand instinctively going to hold your head. The washcloth falls off of you, and you stare at it in confusion. Before you can start questioning the nature of it’s (or your own) existence, you are distracted by Cassandra, who has traded her own perplexion for determination. Next thing you know, you’re quietly sipping at a glass of water. Exhausted, despite having just been asleep, you eye the nearby medicine with curiosity. “I’m… supposed to tell Cassandra something, maybe? Fuck, why is it so warm in here?”

“You have a fever, dumbass,” Cassandra replies, once more finding her voice, still too overwhelmed to process what’s happening. “Look, you have to take something for your head, okay? Then we can… then we can talk about your feelings all you want, okay?” Maybe she was being a bit presumptuous about what you needed to talk about. Or maybe she was just, for once in her life, being hopeful. Regardless, she presents the medicine to you, getting ready to ask about allergies. Before she can, however, you’ve silently reached for the Ibuprofen and started opening it up.

“This’ll do. For the head, not for talking. We don’t-” you pause to take the pills, gulping down half a glass of water with them- “we don’t talk about that. Feelings. Makes her get mad, and I don’t want her to be mad,” you say, shuddering a little at the thought.

“I won’t get mad this time. Besides, you don’t normally talk at all,” Cassandra replies, rolling her eyes again. Finally, for the first time since waking up, you take a good, long look in her direction. Suddenly you’re putting the pieces together, groaning in protest when you do. How had you not realized? How deep into this fever were you?... “Don’t tell me you just figured it out, ‘babe’? I’m amazed you’re functioning at all right now.”

“Fuck you, Cassie,” you snap, mostly teasing. If she wasn’t freaking out about what you had said, well, then maybe you didn’t need to say much more at all. “You’ll still like me when I’m awake enough to be too scared to talk, right?”

“Honestly?... I was hoping this would be more of a permanent thing,” she admits, refusing to meet your gaze as she puts away the unused medicine. “But I guess I can live with being the only one who knows what your voice sounds like. So don’t you dare fucking talk to anyone else, alright?” She’s joking now, too, sounding more relaxed than she usually was. Even with your body fighting against itself, you can’t help but laugh with her. Then she’s slowly sitting on the edge of your bed, next to you, watching you with adoration clear in her eyes. “You’re going to be fine, right? Because if you die on me, I swear I’m going to kill you.”

“With you as my nurse? I’ll be lucky to last the night,” you joke, pretending to whimper when she gives you a playful slap on the arm. “Nah, nah, I’ll be alright, just as soon as I get some rest. Probably. Maybe you should, uh, stay with me? Just in case.” Next thing you know, Cassandra is pushing you down against the mattress, placing a surprisingly soft kiss to your forehead. Then she puts the washcloth back on you, making sure it’s still somewhat cold. Without another word she settles in, leaning against the backboard of the bed, close enough for you to feel her warmth, but far enough that she wouldn’t risk raising your temperature. “Goodnight, Cass,” you murmur, before letting yourself drift back to sleep...