#(kind of like how it is on ao3)

[anarchycox]

I have done a post about this before, but I tried to find it and well you know the tumblr search engine.

So I will say it again.

STOP SHITTING ON YOUR WORK IN THE TAGS AND SUMMARY ON AO3.

My god, please don't hate yourself this much. Self deprecating on a website where people go to read about fictional characters doing things we all make up, isn't as funny as maybe you think it is.

If you post in the summary "Old and bad, readers be warned," I am going to take you at your word and not read it because you said it is bad.

Be kinder to your past self who was learning and having fun for the love of pete.

You were brave enough to post, be brave enough to respect yourself and the work you did.

[lucabyte]

I don't know how everyone isn't also always constantly thinking about how burial rites seem to be potentially one of the few things Siffrin instinctively remembers about their culture. But rest assured. I am in fact always thinking about it.

Textless version where they're just hanging out. It's fine!

[soineffablygay]

ship so terrible but also so real that fics for every other ship in the fandom mention your ship as a negative example

[kukopelli]

Day one of making fanart of funger fanfics so More writers get yurifull with them

[princescar]

im trying to desperately to come up with a mukaro prompt for you bc she's so underrated but i cant come up with anything interesting. draw mukaro but she's happy. there.

happy muku

[httpsnfwmbaby]

harry lloyd really said jayvik could live in a little cottage by the stream, they could have married and have four beautiful adopted children, and yet it still couldn’t compare to the bond they already have — a bond beyond time and space itself.

[akirasstories]

Blue, Gold, Red

for @thiamficweekly week 13

WC: 3326 | rating: M | cw/tw: none | tags: idiots in love, liam dunbar true alpha spark, biting and kissing

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Just a milkshake. 

One of those ridiculously sweet, criminally overpriced ones from the 24-hour diner at the edge of town—the kind Theo pretended to complain about every time Liam insisted they stop there, which was often. 

But Theo always caved.

Because Liam liked them.

Because Liam always ordered the same thing.

Because Theo remembered.

And tonight was no different.

Liam sat in the passenger seat of Theo’s truck, legs spread like he owned the world, hoodie sleeves bunched at his elbows, blue eyes the streetlights through the windshield. He looked over and grinned, soft and boyish and unfairly beautiful, and said, “You remembered I like extra whipped cream?”

Theo, halfway into a sarcastic reply, caught the look on Liam’s face—sincere, surprised, pleased. And something in him faltered.

Because yeah. He had remembered.

Of course he had.

He always did.

What Theo didn’t expect—what completely derailed him—was for Liam to lean across the seat and kiss him.

Not a peck. Not a brush of lips.

A kiss.

Full. Certain. Stupidly soft at first—and then not.

Suddenly Liam was half in his lap, kneees awkwardly bumping the center console, milkshake long forgotten in the cupholder. Theo’s hands found Liam’s waist on instinct, sliding beneath the hem of his shirt like they’d been there a hundred times before.

Liam kissed like he fought—fierce and desperate, like the world might end if he didn’t give it everything he had. His fingers tangled in Theo’s hair, tugging hard enough to make Theo shiver, pulling a groan from somewhere deep in his chest.

The windows fogged. The world narrowed. They were making out like idiots in a grocery store parking lot, in a fogged-up truck, mouths hot and messy and frantic.

The air was thick with heat and breath and the low bass hum of a song neither of them were really hearing. Theo barely noticed the sting at first, the sharp scrape of fangs against his lower lip—but then Liam bit down, not hard, not enough to break skin, but enough to make Theo gasp and press closer.

It was chaos. 

Glorious, overwhelming chaos.

And Theo let it happen.

Let Liam lick into his mouth like he was trying to claim it. Let his own claws slide out a little when Liam rolled his hips down into him. Let his eyes flicker gold—just for a second—before he forced them back. He never let that happen.

But Liam was everywhere. 

Tasting. Biting. Grinding.

And Theo—control freak Theo—tilted his head back without thinking. He offered his neck.

Instinct.

And when Liam’s fangs grazed just below his jawline—when he bit down harder, not just playful but possessive—he didn’t pull away.

He let him.

 It hurt. But it felt right. Final. Like giving something away he never really owned in the first place.

And it felt good. 

Good enough to make Theo moan.

And when Liam finally pulled back, his lips were wet, his pupils blown wide, his breath ragged

His eyes weren’t gold.

They weren’t blue.

They were red.

Theo froze

His entire body went cold, his heart punching against his ribs like it wanted to escape.

Because that wasn’t a trick of the light. 

That wasn’t a glitch.

That was real.

—-

It had been nearly a year since the war with the hunters ended. Since the world didn’t burn, and Theo Raeken—former villain, genetic experiment, chimera freak—stayed.

Not like a ghost haunting the edge of town. Not hiding in tunnels or sleeping in his truck.

He stayed-stayed.

Got a job. Took community college classes. Helped Deaton. Slept in a real bed, under a real roof, not in his truck or some moldy abandoned tunnel. Got accepted into the local college, set to start in two months.

And somehow, despite everything, stayed close to Liam Dunbar.

Liam, with his righteous anger and his too-big heart and his fists that sometimes talked before his mouth could catch up. Liam, who flared gold when he was angry and still snarled at Theo like he might punch him just to make a point.

They grew closer.

That had happened slowly. 

In glances and grudging trust.

In stupid late-night drives, in silences they didn’t fill with apologies but with shared songs and milkshakes and sarcastic one-liners. 

Theo acted like none of it meant anything. Like he hadn’t spent months clinging to any excuse to stay near Liam.

But he did everything for him. Without hesitation. Without question.

Because Liam wasn’t like Scott.

Scott was perfect. Noble. Good. The kind of person people wanted to believe in. The guy who inspired others to be better. 

But Liam?

Liam was messy. Angry. Flawed. And still—still—he chose to be good, every single day. Even when it was hard. Especially when it was hard.

Theo thought that made Liam realer. More honest. Stronger.

That’s why the first time Theo noticed red flashing in Liam’s eyes—just for a second, like a glitch in a system—he didn’t panic.

He blinked. Tilted his head. Quietly stored it away.

Because he knew what it meant.

Liam Dunbar had the spark.

The potential.

The terrifying, impossible power.

Liam Dunbar could become a True Alpha.

Theo wasn’t surprised. 

He’d known for a long time that Liam had something burning inside him. Something bright. Something dangerous.

The kid who’d been dragged kicking and screaming into the supernatural world… and still fought to protect it?

Yeah. Theo had seen it coming.

But Liam hadn’t.

Which brought them to tonight.

To this moment.

To red.

Bright, real and so painfully vivid in the dark.

—-

Theo sat up so fast it jolted Liam, who blinked at him, dazed and flushed, lips kiss-bitten and cheeks red. His eyes had returned to blue now, wide and confused,like he hadn’t just shattered reality five seconds ago.

Still draped across Theo’s lap like he hadn’t just flipped the entire world on its axis.

“What?” Liam mumbled, voice wrecked from the kiss, already leaning in again like they could just keep going.

Theo slammed a hand to his chest, holding him back. “Wait. Liam. Look at me.”

“I am looking at you,” Liam said, frowning, like Theo had gone completely insane.

“No. Your eyes—” Theo exhaled, throat tight. “They were red, Liam.”

Liam stilled.

“What?” he asked again, less certain now.

“Red,” Theo said. “Not golden. Not blue. Red.”

Liam stared, brain clearly buffering.

“Like… like Alpha red?” he asked slowly, like saying it out loud might make it less real.

“No,” Theo deadpanned. “Like beta red. Yes, like Alpha red! Jesus, Liam!”

Liam blinked, still straddling Theo, shirt rumpled, hair a disaster from Theo’s hands. He looked like he’d just rolled out of a fever dream.

“They were really red?” he asked, genuinely baffled.

Theo didn’t answer. Just stared, heartbeat pounding, neck still throbbing from the bite. His brain had already sprinted fifteen steps ahead, making connections he didn’t want to make.

And Liam, sweet, stupid Liam, blinked again and said, “But… Scott’s alive.”

Theo let out a laugh that was more of a sound of disbelief than amusement. Bitter and sharp.

“Yeah. Scott’s alive. No one said you had to kill him to become an Alpha,” Theo said. “You just had to earn it. Which I guess you did. Somehow. Lucky you.”

Liam’s mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. “That’s not—I can’t be a—”

“You can,” Theo said, voice flat. “Because you are.”

And then, softer, mostly to himself: “Of course it happens now. Great. Just—fuck me, right?”

Liam just kept staring at him. Puppy-eyed and confused. “Wait, but… that’s not bad, right?”

Theo turned his whole body to face him, staring like he was speaking another language.

“Is that bad?” he repeated. “Liam. You kissed me—which, great, amazing, ten out of ten, would definitely do again—but then you bit me. While your eyes were red. While your Alpha spark was activating or breaking through or doing whatever the hell it does when that kind of power decides to claim a body. ”

Liam blinked again. Still so baffled. Still gorgeous.

Still sitting on Theo like none of this was world-altering.

Theo huffed. “And because you’re apparently too stupid to realize what that means, let me spell it out for you.”

Liam tilted his head, still playing catch-up.

“You bit me,” Theo said. Slowly. “As an Alpha. Which means you gave me the bite.”

Liam’s brows furrowed. “Okay, but… you’ll heal, right?”

Theo just stared at him for a beat. 

Then pushed Liam off his lap—not violently, just enough to make him tumble back into the passenger seat like a startled kitten. Theo grabbed the steering wheel, gripping it like it might keep him grounded.

“You gave me the bite, Liam. As in the bite that turns humans into werewolves.”

“But you’re not human,” Liam said, confused.

Theo let out a strangled noise. “Correct. I’m not. I’m a freaky science experiment built by psychopaths who rewrote my DNA until I stopped making sense. So this bite? This could either A) finally make me a real werewolf—like, an actual beta with a normal biology—or B…”

He mimed an explosion with both hands. “Kill me. Painfully. Within twenty-four hours.”

Liam’s jaw dropped.

He turned, leaned toward the rearview mirror, and flashed his eyes.

Golden.

Theo watched him in stunned silence as Liam muttered, “Huh. Not red.”

“Oh my God,” Theo groaned, smacking the steering wheel. “Are you seriously more concerned with your eye color than the fact that you might’ve killed me, you absolute dumbass?!”

Liam turned back, guilty and wide-eyed. “I didn’t mean to! I didn’t know!”

Theo threw his hands up. “Of course you didn’t! No one plans to activate their Alpha spark during a makeout session in a grocery store parking lot!”

He dropped back in his seat, rubbing a hand down his face. “This is just my luck. I finally get to kiss the stupid boy I’ve been pining after like a lovesick loser for months—and what do I get? A bite. An accidental bite. So now I either become a real werewolf, which would be wild and kind of poetic, or I die in agony by sunrise. Awesome. Fantastic. Love that for me.”

Liam blinked. “Wait… you’ve been pining after me?”

Theo froze.

His head whipped around so fast it cracked his neck.

“You’re stuck on that part?!”

“I mean, yeah?” Liam said,still wide-eyed.  “You said it. Like out loud. Pining. That’s… a word. With meaning.”

“Are you kidding me?” Theo barked, voice pitching up in disbelief. “I just told you that you might’ve accidentally killed me and that’s what you’re latching onto?”

“You said you were into me.”

Theo shoved the key into the ignition and started the truck. “We’re going to Deaton. Right now. Before I either die or strangle you.”

Liam, still looking dazed and awestruck, murmured, “Pretty sure you moaned.”

“Pretty sure you’re gonna walk home,” Theo snapped.

“You kissed me back.”

“I was concussed by shock.”

“You grabbed my shirt.”

“You bit my neck!”

Liam grinned, completely unapologetic. “And you liked it.”

Theo growled, actually growled, pressing harder on the gas like he could outrun the last ten minutes. 

“I’m dying.”

“You’re probably not.”

“You don’t know that.”

Liam paused, then offered helpfully, “Hayden survived the bite.”

“Hayden didn’t have her inside rearranged by science-worshipping psychopaths with God complexes, Liam.”

“Oh.”

A beat.

“…Right.”

Silence settled between them. Heavy. The low hum of the tires on asphalt the only sound.

Then, softer this time, Liam asked, “…You really like me?”

Theo didn’t answer.

He just gripped the wheel tighter. And drove faster.

—

Luckily, Deaton was still at the clinic when they arrived—probably finishing a late-night check on the animals. HHe looked up as they burst through the side door, eyebrows lifting just slightly at the sight of them: Theo with a fresh bite on his neck, and Liam looking like he’d been kissed senseless.

“Long night?” Deaton asked, voice annoyingly calm.

Theo didn’t respond right away. He perched on the edge of the exam table, avoiding Liam’s gaze and launching into the facts—mostly. He explained that Liam’s eyes had turned red, that he’d been bitten, and that, given his, uh… unique biology, he had no idea what it meant.

He very deliberately left out the part where Liam had been in his lap and moaning like it was a deleted scene from a very different kind of movie.

Deaton listened, hands tucked in his coat pockets, expression unreadable in that Deaton way—but Theo didn’t miss the flicker of realization that crossed his face when he glanced between the bite mark and Liam.

He knew.

Of course he knew.

But he didn’t say a word.

Instead, he hummed thoughtfully and said, “If Liam’s eyes are golden again, then the spark hasn’t fully taken hold. Not yet. Which means the bite wasn’t… complete. Not like it would be from a full Alpha. You should be fine.”

“So I’m not going to die?” Theo asked, voice flat, eyes narrowed.

“I wouldn’t expect that, no,” Deaton said. “But just in case, you shouldn’t be alone tonight. If your body reacts… unexpectedly, I need someone there to call me.”

He said it like it was a simple medical recommendation. But the look he gave them was pointed. Very pointed.

“I’m not going to tell Scott. Or anyone else,” he added, more quietly. “I think you two can handle this. And I trust you,” he looked at Liam now, “to stay with him. Watch for any changes.”

Liam nodded immediately. “I will.”

Theo rolled his eyes. “Fantastic. Bite someone once and suddenly you're assigned night duty.”

Deaton didn’t dignify that with a response. Just gave him a look that said, you’re not half as annoyed as you want me to believe, and disappeared down the hall, leaving them to see themselves out.

—-

Back in the truck, the silence was different now. Heavier. Not awkward—just charged.

Liam was watching him again. Quiet. Intent. Like he couldn’t help it.

Theo started the engine, eyes forward. “You’re still staring.”

“You still kissed me.”

Theo drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. “This conversation again?”

“We didn’t finish it,” Liam said simply. “And Deaton didn’t say you’re dying, so… we’ve got time.”

Theo let out a long breath through his nose. “You’re really gonna make me do this, huh.”

Liam shrugged, a smile tugging at his mouth. “You did say you’ve been pining.”

“I was emotional. Possibly delirious. Also bleeding.”

“Doesn’t sound like a denial.”

Theo shot him a sharp look. “I kissed you back because you caught me off guard.”

“You slid your hands under my shirt.”

“I was verifying your abs were real and not a product of Photoshop and fragile masculinity.”

“Uh-huh. You literally offered your neck to me.”

Theo’s lips twitched. Just barely. “Well, you do get bitey when you’re turned on.”

Liam flushed immediately, a red tint blooming across his cheeks like it couldn’t decide if it wanted to fade or deepen. Theo’s eyes snapped to the subtle shift in color, noticed the way Liam’s scent spiked—nervous, warm, and laced with a very specific kind of tension.

He didn’t say anything.

But he filed it away like he always did. Neatly. Precisely. Something to unravel later. Like a gift.

Liam cleared his throat. “I wasn’t turned on, I was just—okay, maybe slightly. But I was literally in your lap, and you—”

Theo held up a hand. “You really don’t need to explain how my entire existence overwhelms your teenage hormonal brain.”

Liam made a sound somewhere between a laugh and a flustered wheeze.

Theo smirked, eyes back on the road. “You’re enjoying this.”

“I’ve had a crush on you since, like… probably since you tried to kill me, which is weird and possibly something for a therapist,” Liam admitted. “So yeah. I’m kinda enjoying this.”

Theo finally looked over..

Really looked.

And Liam wasn’t grinning now. He was just… open. Honest. 

“You like me,” Theo said, testing the weight of it aloud.

Liam nodded. “I do.”

Theo narrowed his eyes. “And you’re not freaking out over the fact that you might be becoming an Alpha and your first move was to bite me like some horny werewolf-vampire hybrid?”

Liam leaned in, grinning. “I mean... no. Because I didn’t kill you. And also? You kissed me back.”

Theo rolled his eyes and stared out the windshield. “I’m going to regret telling you anything.”

Liam’s smile turned soft again. “We could go back to your place.”

Theo gave him a sidelong glance. “If you’re expecting sex, I’m still mildly traumatized and may or may not be partially infected with supernatural venom.”

Liam choked slightly—just enough for Theo to glance back over and smirk. Because yeah, there it was again. That scent spike. That warm flush. Nervousness tinged with something distinctly not nervous.

“Relax,” Liam said, recovering with only a hint of a crack in his voice. “I meant hanging out. Watching a movie. Maybe couch cuddling. I’m not that much of a perv.”

“Sure you’re not,” Theo said smoothly. “You only dry-humped me in a grocery store parking lot.”

“You were into it.”

Theo didn’t deny that.

And Liam knew it. Which is why he was smirking again.

Theo refused to let him win this round. So instead, he said coolly, “I guess I can tolerate your presence for a few hours.”

“Hours?” Liam echoed. “I was planning to stay all night.”

“You’re a menace.”

“You’re soft for me.”

“Lies.”

“You keep looking at my mouth.”

Theo stepped on the gas. “Say one more word, and you’re sleeping on the floor.”

Liam was still grinning when they pulled into the lot outside Theos place.

—

Theo’s apartment was small—barely lived in, borderline minimalist, but clean. It

Liam walked in like he’d done it before, kicked off his shoes, and sprawled across the couch like it was his. 

Theo let him. 

Mostly because it was… weirdly nice, watching Liam fit so easily into the space that had always felt too quiet.

Theo tossed him a blanket, then dropped down beside him. Not close. Not touching.

Not until Liam shifted closer without asking and slung his leg lazily over Theo’s thigh.

And then it was over.

The second kiss happened somewhere in between bickering about which movie to put on and Liam mumbling, “You’re just stalling because you want me to kiss you again.”

Theo leaned in and kissed him just to shut him up.

It was slower this time. Less chaos. More control. 

Lips brushing over skin like they had all night to get there. 

Fingers skimming ribs, threading into hair, slipping under fabric.

Warm. 

Steady. 

Intentional.

Theo kissed like he’d been waiting for months, because he had.

And Liam kissed like he wanted it to last forever

They didn’t go further than kissing. They didn’t need to. 

Touches lingered. 

Breath mingled. 

They stayed tangled together on the couch under the blanket, skin pressed to skin in slow-burning silence. 

Liam fell asleep eventually, one arm flung over Theo’s chest like he was trying to keep him from going anywhere.

Theo didn’t sleep right away.

He stayed awake, listening to Liam’s heartbeat, feeling his breath on his collarbone. Trying not to think about how much this already felt like a memory. Like something he wanted to keep.

—

It was almost dawn when Liam stirred, face buried against Theo’s neck, voice gravel-soft.

“You know,” he mumbled, lips brushing skin, “you’re lucky.”

Theo blinked, still wrapped up in the feel of him. “Lucky?”

“Yeah,” Liam said, pressing a lazy kiss to the edge of Theo’s jaw. “You got kissed and bitten by me. And you were very into it, by the way.”

Theo huffed, shaking his head but smiling anyway.

“I almost died.”

“You didn’t.”

“You almost Alpha’d me to death in a truck.”

“You offered your neck.”

“You growled.”

“You moaned.”

Theo sighed and rolled his eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Yeah,” he said, voice low and full of fondness. “Just my luck.”

[erinwantstowrite]

Hey, I haven’t seen much of Peter’s little AI spider friend lately 😭😭 Where’d the lil guy go?

Little Legs is chillin in Peter's pocket all the time!! or in his hair, he also likes it there. he just doesn't really do much unless Peter has to worry about tech stuff. his program is "spider" and "likes Peter" and sometimes "do a job" and that's why Peter loves him. He's just a little guy

[cowboy-robooty]

im not going to lie i have an illuminati type theory that fanfiction has gotten so fucking bad recently as yet another consequence of the pandemic

[wickjump]

im gonna start posting fanfic recs btw whenever i find good ones. both here and my (awfully barren) 18+ account. because there are so many good fics out there with so few hits and fewer kudos and sometimes no comments period and it SUCKS because i REALLY LIKE THEM A LOT.. and i hope that by linking them here and yelling at everyone to COMMENT DAMMIT they might actually do it

seriously though any comment means a lot. most people who read a fic don’t even give a kudos. even if the fic wasn’t top tier, if you didn’t dislike it, hand over some kudos!! and if you liked it, comment!!!! even if the comment is one singular heart emoji it will be appreciated. if the comment just says “great fic!” the author will be happy. your comment doesn’t have to be this long winded gushing or analysis.

so many authors quit writing or lose motivation because the comments are few and far in between or just sometimes nonexistent. trust me when i say authors don’t care about how long or cool or smart sounding your comment is i promise!!!

i hope that mmmaybe recommending fics and telling people to comment might help fics i really like get more support maybe. and i, points at you reading this, hope that you will listen!!!at least a little….at least sum kudos….

[rosesradio]

You're the only person i follow who posts about thomas sanders

And i only watch him for sanders sides, i'm not really in the fsndom online, so i guess you are the best person to ask this

Why does thomas take so long to upload new sander sides?

ten questions scientists still can't answer, anon

[bergamot-the-earl-of-grey]

what if… hear me out- what if i write a severance au spideypool fic

[luvo27]

Should i like. Be plugging my fics here? Because to be honest i kind of was of the mind that everyone who would care to read the things i write had already seen them

[tastycitrus]

sometimes i see things in cass's tag on both tumblr and ao3 that make me want to do this

[kittylittersmoothie]

✨ Latest Fic Update: ✨

why is this chapter two rewrite DEFEATING ME.

why am i so STUCK.

am i LOSING my writing abilities.

DID I EVER HAVE ANY.

AM I GARBAGE.

[ao3screenshotss]

sometimes commenting feels like watching the outro of an anime i need to do it to get my feelings in order and let them all out and process everything that happened before i feel emotionally stable enough to bookmark it