#5 seconds of summer au meme

[smuttyaf]

SouthSide Serpent

Word Count: 4.8k

Rating: R

features; childhood friends to lovers, loverboy ashton, literally ashton has been pining for y/n, & sum good old smut :)

a/n: idek what to say but hi! i’ve been in retirement for like 4 years and rediscovered this account. i got nostalgic & decided… shit why not write again?

please cut me sum slack tho! i wrote this on my notes app & it’s been years since i’ve written so i would love to hear feedback!

& yes i am hella descriptive and like to build suspense! i can’t help it >.<

also! y/n is heavily based on serena from mtv downtown ( i love her ) & this picture of ashton ( xx )

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The crisp October breeze blew through your hair as the dull taste of your cigarette burns on your tongue; your forefinger and middle finger clenching the nicotine filled paper and pressing it against your lips, drawing in the vapour.

Your head nods along to the music playing before you just two doors down on the opposite side of your street. There was Ashton and his band, either playing covers of their current favourite songs, oldies, or new ones that they’ve all come together and created.

The usual guitar flow and drum beat of Maps by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs blasted through the speakers in the garage as the sound of Luke’s voice sang along on top of the tune.

You hum along to the lyrics as you glared in the direction, your lips peeling away from the filter and letting the smoke settle in your lungs before releasing it. The four boys were all dressed in their usual attire: white shirt, black trousers, beat up old chunky Doc Martins, and their signature SouthSide Serpents leather jackets.

As the wind picks up again you let your free hand tear away from your windowsill and tug the flying strays of your hair in front of your face behind your ear, the chipped black polish on your almond nails coming into view as you remind yourself you needed to get them done.

The bridge of the song is now blaring down the street, causing you to raise your cigarette back to your lips and think to yourself, what a coincidence this song is playing; the lyrics, the time frame, and the memories that all come flowing back as you hear the familiar melody.

It was 2009 and Ashton had invited you over during Christmas break to play Garage Band since Santa gifted it to him because that was the only thing he asked for on his wish list. You were both 8, banging on the drums and singing songs that you both were too young to know or remember from when your parents would play them on the drive home from school. But, for some reason this is the song that stuck with you both the most. Maybe it was the easy lyrics or the amazing beat but from then on it had you hooked to this alternative sound.

Now fast forward to a year ago, your now ex boyfriend Xavier was laying on your bed, finger pads heavy weight on your skin as he drew sloppy hearts on your hip. The wire of the headphones tangled between your shoulder and his wrist as you both listened to his playlist. The familiar intro notes to the song beginning to ring throughout the buds and the tug of your maroon lined lips turn into a smile.

“Already like the song?” He asked, brown eyes rested on top of dark circles scattered with freckles as he smirked down at you.

“I love it.” You sheepishly said.

The wind knocks you back into reality as it pushes through your window again, only making you remember how much you loved October; the weather changing, leaves blooming, smell of the rain just before it hit the concrete, the sound of the leaves dragging along the pavement, and the endless horror movie marathons that would run on AMC.

The orange, brown, and green leaves spin in the breeze and rustle along the branches as the sun stood brightly among the houses along the horizon. From your view on the windowsill you can see houses upon houses before you see the local water tower and old plazas that scream they need new merchant signs and fresh cement.

Your eyes flick to the lonesome string popping out of your black long sleeve before the sound of your phone’s text tone goes off, your eyes darting to the message running across the screen.

Stop watching me

Ashton’s text read, making you roll your eyes before placing them on the dark hair boy who had a goofy grin on his face from your view, his drum sticks were stuffed in one had and the other held his lit up phone.

With a smile on yours, you let the hand that rested in the crook of your neck tear away from the warm flesh and your middle finger stand in the air as a response.

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Clothes were thrown in every direction of your room as you let your eyes drag along your frame in the mirror, your loose knitted black sweater hung off one of your shoulders as low waisted charcoal jogging pants rested on your hips. Your hair was in its loose waves as your curtain bangs swept against your temples, your fingers curling into themselves in frustration as you tried to not stress over how you look.

You didn’t want to over enhance your appearance to see Xavier since he wanted to meet up to get “closure” -even though he was the one who called it off despite your many pleas- but you wanted to make him feel bad for even deciding to drop you.

A frustrated sigh left your wine stained lips before turning around and sticking your feet into your ruined Converse. The low muffled sound of Xavier’s Prelude is heard out your window and you feel your heart drop.

You never understood why you always felt this way about him and why you couldn’t just get over this stupid boy who likes to break up with you every other month, a new reason every single time. The constant tears, text threads, and blocking to unblocking seemed to never get exhausting to you because you were always back in the same place, wondering if you overdressed to see your ex for closure.

The chime of Xavier’s specific text tone rings through your room and you already know what it says, so without checking you twisted your foot into your shoe to fit perfectly before you reach over and grasp your phone in your hand and tug your way to the window sill. Fingers pressing the frame up and letting the fall air sweep into your room before crouching down and fitting yourself through the frame and safely scale down the roof, onto the sturdy vine wall filled with dead clematis that prickled on your palms the way down before your feet landed on the short cut grass.

As you turned away from the wall and begin tugging your feet towards the black coupe, your eyes catch on the tall frame standing on their front step as an amber light glows slightly illuminating his face. You already know this is Ashton, so with a slight smile you let your index finger rest against your coated lips, a gesture to him to be quiet.

The only response he gives is his head nodding off to the side with smoke trailing out of his mouth.

The smile quickly falls as your fingers clench the car door handle and tug it open, the smell of him crashing down on you as you sit in the familiar leather, the hum of the engine vibrating under you as the car peels off.

~

The tinge of tequila burned on your buds as you felt the room spinning, the sound of chatter and shouts are heard from below you as the bass of Destroy Lonely’s song can be heard in the room you barged into when you gave up on waiting for Tabitha; who said she wouldn’t be long with the curly haired new kid in her history class.

Red solo cup was loosely clenched in your right hand as left was lazily running through your hair at random moments as you laid against the cottage floral bed sheets.

Here you were, back in the same spot you always found yourself in: drunk, heartbroken, and thinking about a boy who doesn’t even care about you. The constant routine of wanting him, then wanting to be far away but craving him every other second burned into your heart. The comfort and familiarity of him that you missed always overlooked every excuse he gave you whenever he broke things off.

Last month he said he needed time to himself, this month he told you that he was confused and didn’t know what he wanted; frankly he lost feelings for you, at least that was what he says now. Those words kept on replaying in your mind as if that was your favourite song. The way he sounded emotionless yet unsure that, that was what he really wanted.

And just with those thoughts, tears were flowing down your temples. Eyes blurring as the voice replayed in your head, the memory of him sitting beside you and saying that, to then recollect memories of how sweet and endearing the boy you loved in the beginning grew cold to your touch and looked into your hopeful eyes with detached ones.

The popcorn ceiling was fuzzy in your sight as the tears spill over your waterline and beads down the sides of your face. You already knew your cheeks were heated up, the liner and eyeshadow that was occupying your bottom lashes was smudged and probably slipping away with the liquid as a sniffle wrinkled through your nose.

God you hated this; the empty feeling of missing someone who you know you shouldn’t want but yet crave so badly. Why him? Why you?

As you were deep in thought you hear the rustle of the door knob before it turns and the music that pours from outside reaches into the empty depths of the room, the sound of footsteps halting and a sharp intake of breath being heard, but you don’t dare look away at the ceiling. Frankly, you could care less about who sees you crying your eyes out on this outdated duvet with ruined make up.

“Fuck my bad!… Wait Y/N?” The recognizable voice of your childhood friend is heard before the door is closing shut.

The weight of him sinks next to you on the bed as you let your eyes close and the final stream of tears leave your eyes.

“I look desperate don’t I.” You state, voice raspy from the strain in your throat as the usual feeling of a ball is formed.

“I think you look sad,” He points out, making you snort as the hand that was lazily playing in your hair tears away and feels the sheet below you.

“No shit,” You mumble before letting your eyes peel open.

“You and Xavier broke up again?” Ashton questions, the sound of his zippers clashing from his jacket as he shuffles around.

You only hum in response before you let both of your arms sit you up on the bed, your back standing straight as your hands cradle the solo cup. Your eyes stare down at your ruined pantyhose beneath your mini lace black skirt before they flicker to look at the hazel boy.

Eyes connecting with yours, you hear his breath hitch as he draws in your appearance. Cheeks with a glow of cherry red sweeping the bones under your eyes that are damp with black eyeshadow, your eyes were still puffy and red rimmed as they batted slowly up at him.

“He doesn’t know what he wants,” You let out, your eyes rolling before letting your plum coloured lips take a sip of the warm mixture of Pepsi and tequila.

“Oh?” He says in confusion, bushy eyebrows coming together trying to figure out how that could be since he saw you two together three nights ago.

“I’m so sick of being with these screwed up guys all the time,” You state, hand tearing away from the cup to dig your nails into the rips of your stockings.

“Really?”

“I have such crummy luck or taste? What is it with girls like me? All a guy has to say is, he can’t express his feelings or he listens to Deftones and it’s like my head tips right over and my brain start to slip out of my ear.”

Ashton lets out laugh, the beer bottle he’s holding by the neck resting on his knee as he stares down at you. “So which one is Xavier?”

“Both,” You scoff while sticking out your tongue in disgust.

“You know… if you wanted to, I’m sure you could have a different great guy to go out with every night,” Ashton assures, a smirk tugging on your lips as you decide to ignore the glint of promise in his eyes.

“No way, I’ve always been a mess. Remember Cleo?” Your second boyfriend that seemed to be stuck on your hip but ironically found someway to cheat on you every weekend yet you still dumbly went back to him every. single. time.

The feeling of your sheer button up rubs against your arm as you let your hand fall against your hip and feel your black crop top tight to your skin.

“Maybe you just need to talk to someone who isn’t your usual type,” Ashton points out. Your head nods a few beats as your thick wedged heeled boots run over the wooden flooring.

“Maybe I’ll be luckier if I tried dating someone nice for a change,” Voice hopeful as your eyes dart away from the bubbly dark liquid into Ashton’s brown hues.

“Nice guys,” Ashton says with a smile, both of his hands tearing away from his knees as if to gesture to himself in this equation.

A laugh escapes your lips before your eyes run over Ashton’s frame from head to toe.

“What are you getting at Irwin?” You say with a pointed brow, playing stupid to the implication.

“Oh nothing..” He sings while tearing his eyes from yours, toothy smile still spread on his lips before he takes a swing of his beer.

You shake your head with annoyance before your hazy eyes look down at your lap, your hands resting on the cup and drumming a random tune.

“Honestly Y/N… I think you’re a really great girl and…. I just think maybe…” His words a scrambled mess and trailing off. You smile to yourself before turning to look back at him.

“Mm?” You question, the fifteen percent liquor coursing through your bloodstream and giving you confidence as you lean into this chest, eyes never tearing away from his. Because if Ashton was going to give you hopeful eyes and stuttering speeches you might as well put the ‘nice guy’ to the test and see if he was really about what he said.

That only made his lips break into a smirk, his tongue sneakily gladding along his bottom lip to wet it before looking into you daringly.

That only made you squish your plucked eyebrows together in question. How did the stuttering boy from just a view seconds ago all of a sudden turn cocky and confident? How many drinks did he have? Or was it the weed that clung to his jacket that gave him the boost.

“I think you should give me a chance,” He nips back, and before you can even respond to him, you watch his neck crane down and press his lips against yours.

The crisp taste of his beer stung your lips as they opened and immediately danced along with his tongue. White liquor and brown meeting together to taste each other and leave an acquired flavour in your mouths.

You hummed along to the feeling of his tongue circling against yours before peeling away and molding your lips to sink against each other. Your heart was beating through your chest, nails now digging into your plastic cup and head ducked back as you continue to press your mouth against his.

The feeling of his cold hand pressing against your neck caused you to shudder and tear away from his lips for a second, your eyes peeling open as they look in front of you. Black hair loosely falling on his forehead, the smell of his husky cologne clogging your senses, and the feeling of his fingers now dancing along the back of your neck.

“What are we doing Ash?” You breathe against his lips.

“Something that I’ve always wanted to do,” He says, making your heart launch. You bite down on your bruised lip and tear your eyes away from his, your stomach twist as you try and gain some self control as you almost fling yourself on top of him.

Something that he always wanted to do? You never really found yourself desirable to the point we’re men would see you in that type of light? But maybe what Ash said was just a simple lie, just so he can get what he wants and frankly you don’t even care. You’ve heard lies your whole entire life when it came to boys and this wasn’t any different, maybe you should just let your mind shut off from your stupid ex and just be in the moment for once.

So with that final thought, not having a care in the world, you drop the red cup in your hand and let your lips launch back onto his. Ashton follows your movements and the sound of the nearly empty beer bottle drops onto the hard wood, his right hand now resting along your neck as you both kiss each other.

Warm breaths, beating hearts and the sound of music is the only thing heard in the room as you lick into each others mouths. Soon you feel the weight of Ashton nudging you to lay back on the bed as he lies on top, you feel the cold zippers from his jacket press against your skin and all you can do is moan.

The feeling of his left hand tears away from the hairs on the nape of your neck and dance down your collar bone before letting it cup your breast in his hand, kneading the soft tissue which only makes another moan slip through you.

He pulls away from your lips and begins to suck and press kisses along your pulse, your hands that lie by your side now running up the sleeves of his jacket and into his hair.

A whimper spills out as you feel his hand tug your tank down and free your naked breast, he engulfs it in his cold palm making you let a shaky breath escape before you’re curling your fingers in his hair, the feeling of him twisting your nipple makes you bite down on your bottom lip. The pleasurable pain you feel running up your spine making your shoulders slightly buck off the bed.

“Hmm…” Ashton hums in your neck before tearing away, his eyes once such a light brown and green hue, now a chestnut and forest green colour filled with lust.

Your fingers tug away from his hair as he now descends down your body, his warm lips pressing kisses to your exposed skin as you let your hands tear your blouse and tank off. Your eyes never leaving his as he watches you undress. His lips now press against your pieced belly button as his fingers tear away from your chest and roughly takes your skirt by the band and peels it down your hips, your stockings following soon after.

Not wasting a moment he lets his mouth press against you covered core, lips pressing small kisses against your heat making you quietly moan. You wanted so desperately to tug Ashton into you and make him start devouring you right there but instead you let your hands trail back into his hair and play around with his locks.

Small kisses soon turn into open mouth licks, his wet muscle running up and down your clothed slit that it had your head digging back into the sheets, your legs spreading wider and whimpers endlessly trailing out.

“Ash.. please..” The words slip out so quiet that you assume he didn’t hear from the pulsing music below you, but instead your met with the feeling of his finger pulling your panties to the side and his tongue finally meeting you were you desired.

It circles around your clit gently before you feel his lips suck it into his mouth, a moan drawls from your throat due to the sensation. Soon enough, he’s letting his mouth discover the way you taste which only elects a moan from him. His tongue now dipping in between your two lips and curling around your insides.

“Oh my,” You moan as your fingers dig into his hair, eyes closing shut as you begin to slowly move your hips to the movement of his tongue.

The feeling of his right hand breaks away from your thigh and flows to your hips, his nails leaving small indents as you feel his other hand move away from your panty and rub against your clit.

The feeling of him humming against you sends a vibrating pleasure down your back as he continues to lick you, this only made your toes curl and your hands to fall out of his hair and onto his leather shoulders.

“Fuck,” You moan, your hands tugging him gently away from you as you feel your climax about to overcome your nerves.

And just as you feel it on the tip of your toes, the mouth between your legs pulls away beginning to press wet kisses up your thigh, his hand that once laid against your heat now meeting with the other at your hips.

A groan leaves you as your eyes tear open and look down at him. He mischievously looks up at you, his kisses now run up your stomach once again to lead to your neck.

“Upset?” He teases, only making you shudder at the rasp in his voice.

“I want you Ash,” You say breathlessly, turning your head to knock his out the way and look him in the eyes. “Please,” You utter, fingers now leaving his shoulders and brushing against his rip cage covered by his white tee.

Without any hesitation, Ashton is pulling away from your embrace and leaning back. He shrugs off his jacket, tugs his shirt over his head, his fingers going to the back of his baggy jeans to pull out his wallet to dig through before you see a gold package flash. If your cheeks could burn any brighter they differently would.

The mixture of his clothes and yours are strung through out the room, both of your shoes kicked to the bottom of the bed as he now shuffles his way back up to his original position.

Without question your hand meets the band of his boxers as you begin to inch them down his waist, wanting to return the favour.

“I think that can wait love, I rather be in you right now,” He breathes against your neck, only making your heart stutter. A sheepish smile tugs at your lips as you feel him twist around and lay on his side, his hands laying on your hips, turning you into the same position.

Your head rested on his arm as your back laid against his chest, hips aligned with each other as the feeling of his smell overcomes you. His knees prop up your legs as you hear the tearing of the condom package.

Deciding to distract yourself you let your eyes fall looking at Ashton. His black hair a tossed mess from your fingers, hazel eyes drawn to wear you both meet as he begins to run his member against your heat.

A whimper leaves your lips as you close your eyes when you feel him push inside, his hand now propping up your thigh as he eases into you.

He nudges your head forward and begins sucking kisses down the expanse of your neck, the feeling of his heart beating against your back and the smell of his sweat mixed with his cologne was filling your nose.

“Feels so good,” He mumbles against your skin, his arm that rested under your head turning slightly as he runs his hand against your wrist and takes your fingers into his, lacing them together as you continue to feel him stretch you out.

You never expected Ashton to have a thick piece but you also didn’t expect to be in this exact position right now, literally. Your childhood friend having his way with you while you were both drunk off each other and the alcohol in your systems.

His hips meet your backside before drawing back and pushing back in, your walls expanding with each thrust as you feel him begin a good pace. Moans begin to fall from your mouth, your eyes fluttering open every few seconds as your skin burns from the bruises soon to appear on your pulse from the black haired man beside you, skin still stuck to his lips.

“You’re moans are so pretty,” He breathes against you, his hand that was holding up your thigh runs up your hips to your chest, letting your leg fall as he takes one of your breasts and squeezes it gently.

All you can do is hum at his words because you’re too overstimulated to speak. The feeling of his thickness drawing in and out of you so heavily has you nodding off at the sensation, his fingers intertwined with yours beings to squeeze them together as the hand that was on your breast meets with his head at your neck.

“You like me fucking you,” He says into your ear as his hand squeezes your throat gently.

You nod your head as you feel your eyes slip close, and you were completely wrecked. He was so dirty yet gentle with you, peppering you with kisses yet digging into you so devilishly that it had your mind distraught.

“You like the way I feel inside you,” He continues, his hand growing more tight around your throat.

“Ash…” You say breathlessly, as your hand that rested against the bed sheets rises up and places it against the one making you breathless but encouraging your climax.

“Mm I like the way you feel around me,” He eggs on, and that makes you cry out, your back pushing pack and meeting his hips.

The feeling of your stomach twitching and legs quivering to close makes your head tip back even more against Ashton as you feel your orgasm on the brink.

That has him taking his hand away from your throat and slips it to lift your thigh back up as he continues to thrust into you, his lips press more kisses against your neck.

Your toes curl as the knot in your stomach expands and releases, the satisfying sensation washing over you as you let a deep breath break through your lips with a moan.

“Fuck,” Ashton hisses as he feels you twitch around him, the contractions from your high throwing him into his; his hips stutter before rocking back into you slowly, teeth gently digging into your skin, his breath being blown over the expanse of it.

The thickness of him slips out which causes your eyes to open, his hand dropping your thigh to wrap around your hips as his head buries into your neck.

The room is quiet for a moment as the only thing that can be heard is your hearts calming down and the chatter from down below.

“I would give you more kisses but I’ve made a mess on your neck,” His voice vibrates against you, that only makes you let out a broken laugh.

“I don’t even wanna know what it looks like,” You reply, your hand that rested on the duvet linking with his that rest along your stomach.

This felt nice, the amazing sex and cuddling session after. The room just being quiet and the only thing that can be heard is your breaths and beating hearts. This was so spontaneous that you still can’t even wrap your mind around what happened.

“How would you feel about doing this more often?” Ashton says after a few minutes, his chest moving as he pulls his head away from your neck to lie back against the pillows.

Having casual sex with him? You ponder on the idea. It was definitely one of the best you have ever had, he felt amazing and checked off every box when it came to how to please you. You couldn’t even lie and say that you didn’t find Ash attractive, you are also now officially single, free to due what we you wanted, so fuck it.

“Like… Friends with benefits?” You say, your thumb running against his hand still linked with yours by your head.

“Yeah, friends with benefits,” He confirms.

You let your head swish from side to side as you feel the burning sensation of his love bites strain against your neck as you let out a sarcastic hum to yourself as if you’re thinking it over.

“I wouldn’t mind that.”

[tweekweek2024]

Tweek Week 2024!

What is Tweek Week? ☕ Tweek Week is an annual character appreciation week dedicated to Tweek Tweak from South Park! 2024 marks our second year running and we can't wait to see what everyone brings to the table. Tag us with your art, fics, playlists, memes, headcanons & more—if it's Tweek related, we want to see it! Tweek Week runs from August 11 - August 17! ❗Tag your posts #TweekWeek2024❗If we somehow missed your post, please shoot us an ask!

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🎉☕ Thank you to all who participate and enjoy, and here's to another successful Tweek Week! ☕🎉

Below the cut is a written list of prompts with examples ☕

✩ DAY 1 ✩

SUMMER: beach, summer outfits, pool party, fireworks

FIRST DATE: either with a specific partner or ever! Any pairings welcome

✩ Day 2 ✩

SLEEP: napping, pajamas, cuddling

HORROR: zombies, vampires, demons, aliens, yandere, disaster, apocalypse, ghosts, etc.

✩ Day 3 ✩

BAND AU: musician Tweek—in a group or solo!

Y2K: 90s/00s AU, fashion, turn of the century party, etc.

✩ Day 4 ✩

GENDERBEND: different genders or forms of expression!

SUPERHEROES: Wonder Tweek, Superman—Tweek as any hero, magical girl, or even guy rescued by a hero

✩ Day 5 ✩

ANIMALS: pets, familiars, animal/human hybrid AU (like Beastars), anthro

FANTASY AU: Stick of Truth, Barbarian Tweek, witch Tweek, dragon Tweek, Robin Tweek

✩ Day 6 ✩

HOBBIES: sports, art, gardening, arts and crafts, legos, origami, baking, fishing, meditation

POST COVID: old man yaoi

✩ Day 7 ✩

BIRTHDAY: parties, celebrations, anything birthday-related!

FREE DAY: anything you'd like!

Thank you everyone for submitting prompts! We hope you like what we went with!

[typewriter83]

Happy Sunday my sweet cubs, and welcome to Summer 2024 with Mama Bear 😎☀️ I am officially coming off hiatus, but what exactly is this summer going to look like?

First, kiddo graduated from preschool - and we spent way too much money bribing her, and buying her presents, but we’re so proud of her - and she’s home with me until kindergarten starts in mid-August. That means there’s a tiny human around all the time, and it shortens the amount of time I can write during the day. Which brings me to…

Second, there’s no posting schedule for the summer. I try to update one of my stories every 10-14 days, but I can’t guarantee that while kiddo is with me. I’m planning some day trips with her, as well as being regulars at the community pool. Sometimes, I just won’t have the energy to write in the evenings, but we’ll see how things go day-to-day. Y’all are always understanding with that, because you’re the best cubs. I started working on the Donuts & Coffee finale today in the hopes of having a first draft done by the end of the week.

Third, I am semi-officially off Twitter/X. The environment has changed - of course we all knew that - and it’s just no longer in line with how I communicate with writers, readers and mutuals. My DMs are open here if you wanna chat, but my writing updates will be here from now on. I’m also opening my asks again, so as long as my cubs behave themselves (stern Mama Bear look), anonymous asks will remain an option.

Fourth, is open for my cubs. What do you want to see here? I have started a queue, which seems to be running correctly - funny writing memes, TLOU, and random Pedro memes that I queue (am I using the queue correctly???). I try to offer a WIP Wednesday snippet or non-spoiler moodboard. I answer asks which usually leads to TLOU/Joellie discussions, and chat about recently posted and upcoming stories. What do you want to see more of? I’m planning to spend some time watching Part 1 and (maybe) Part 2 over the summer, so maybe some more TLOU discussions? What topics do you want to discuss?

Remember, I’m always open to discussing my writing as it pertains to the Joellie ship - so long as everyone is well-behaved. If things get out of hand - Mama doesn’t tolerate antis, harassment or bullying - then anon asks will have to be shut down.

I currently have 5 WIPs - 2 actively posting, 1 modern AU and 1 canon divergent AU coming down the pipeline, and a one-shot from the Living at the End of the World series.

So, all in all, Mama Bear has a pretty full schedule this summer. What do you want to talk about?

🫶🏻

[pers-books]

Top 10s Meme

I was tagged by @thisbluespirit - thanks for the tag (I think! 😜)

Rules: List your “top 10” (or up to 10 if you haven’t written that many) fics ranked by kudos on AO3. Are you surprised by what’s most popular to your readers? Then, under a cut, provide your ranking of your personal top 10 fics (with explanations if you want!), and then tag a few fellow writers!

My top 10 fics by kudos:

Letters to a Naturalist (Holby City) (30,350 words) Kudos: 203

Jason Haynes: Matchmaker (Holby City) (17,560 words) Kudos: 186

The Red String of Fate (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV)) (51,896 words) Kudos: 183

One Life Stand (Holby City) (33,815 words) Kudos: 161

The Hacktivist, The Agent, and the Clairvoyant (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), Thor (Movies)) (35,849 words) Kudos: 155 

The Locum (Holby City) (9,202 words) Kudos: 148 

Bean and Gone (Holby City) (11,880 words) Kudos: 147 

It's not a date - it's just dinner at a fancy restaurant (Holby City) (9,100 words) Kudos: 138 

Action and Reaction (Star Trek: Discovery) (1,783 words) Kudos: 135 

Berenice Wolfe's Romantic Heart (Holby City) (6,000 words) Kudos: 13

I guess my only surprise is that there’s only one Disco (Star Trek: Discovery) fic in there, but it’s rather nice that apart from #3 and #5, they’re all Sapphic fics! Actually, I’m slightly surprised there are no James Bond (Craig)/M (Dench) fics in my Top 10 - in fact, I’ve just checked and I’d have to list my Top **40** before I hit a Bond fic - and then it doesn’t even have 100 Kudos! (Mind, I’m not complaining that my Holby fics are vastly more popular!)

I haven’t really considered which are my Top 10 fics - I like things when I’m writing them, then I don’t tend to give them much thought because I’ve already moved on to writing something else!!

But, that said (and in no particular order because Dammit, Janet, I am not gonna try to rank my own fics!):

Letters to a Naturalist (30,350 words) (Holby City) - this one is ALWAYS gonna be a fave because it was a fic I wrote over several months, sending copies of physical letters used in the fic to a member of the Berena fandom and at the time I got a great deal of pleasure and satisfaction out of doing it that way.

Snapshots: Four New Beginnings (12,960 words) (Holby City) - I had great fun giving Bernie different careers in the Arts and finding ways for her and Serena to meet.

The Name's Wolfe, Berenice Wolfe: 007, Licensed to Thrill (3,200 words) (Holby City) - and on the topic of AUs, Bernie Wolfe as a 007 Agent was just a fun way to combine an old fandom (Bond) with a new one.

The Long Road to Happiness (8,140 words) (Holby City) - oh look ANOTHER AU! Quelle surprise! 😜 This time Bernie and Serena were child actors together and Bernie fell in love, but Serena gave up acting, got married, had a child, and Bernie continued to carry a torch...

McKinnie and Wolfe: Monster Hunters (6,000 words) (Holby City) - written for a Holby Monster Mash and inspired by a collection of short stories by a favourite author, I just had great fun with this one.

Lascia Ch'io Pianga (Let Me Lament My Cruel Fate) (750 words) (James Bond) - the first time I’ve ever written a fic with an ambiguous ending. Funny thing is, some readers asked me to write a second chapter or sequel fic and I did try, but I just couldn’t make it work.

Sing In Me, Muse (1,362 words) (Star Trek: Discovery) - this was an AU fix-it for S1 of Disco and I love its simplicity and tenderness.

Beyond the Battle at the Binary Stars I (768 words) & Beyond the Battle at the Binary Stars II (1,379 words) (Star Trek: Discovery) - another AU fix-it for S1 of Disco in 2 parts that I found deeply satisfying to write.

Joy Is Not Made To Be A Crumb (8,500 words) (Doctor Who 2005) - a rarepair ship (Kate Stewart and Martha Jones) that I’ve always known will never attain any kind of popularity, but I don’t care - I just love writing them!

The Winter Queen, The Summer King, and the Spring Knight (9,536 words) (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.) - this only has 30 Kudos, but I like it because it takes the mythology of AoS and combines it with fairytale and I think I did that rather neatly.

Who to tag? Well: @slightlyintimidating @doctorjameswatson @lapalfruity @daisydoctor13 @ceridwyn2 @riversofmars @meluisart @onaperduamedee @backjustforberena @hokuspokusthings - with the usual caveat that you don’t have to participate if you’re not feeling it.

[what1is1going1on]

Lol au where a child of Athena recommends tmnt to there mom and she watched it and decided that she wanted donatello to be her kid/patron so she creats a daughter. But the baby got boring after 5 seconds so she gives them to there siblings. And is like here is your new little sibling he's like 10 seconds old.

And the Athena chain is gust like well new sibling.

I feel like Athena would improve/ make "donatello " in her image. With like owl wings and n8ght vision.

Athena at fist: this child is for me

Athena once she got bord: this child is for my children

Also donatello is ftm trans and his dead / fist name is Donna because Athena read that meme about more women in steam and said bet

He doesn't have a chosen name yet. And he wants something as far from donatello as you can get. He also has some angst about being a boy like the "functional/real" donatello

Summer y is rr vers is real and Athena got into the tmnt franchise and used her powers to full her hiperfixation. And the being that followed

[radiostaticmuke]

Halloween Series Sequel

A/N: Was going through some old stories and felt inspired to continue with the storyline of Michael turning you into a vampire. In this version, y/n is replaced by the Vixen. Happy Halloween and enjoy!

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Click-clack. Click-clack. Black stilettos stroll down a New York City sidewalk. Perfectly styled hair gets blown back by a nightly breeze to reveal striking eyes, focused on the path ahead. The eyes belong to a pale face with painted lips and adorned by subtle jewelry. She clutches her purse, weaving through the stragglers in the street. Moving closer to an apparent hole in the wall with a glowing red neon sign that reads ”Delight."

She approaches the closed door and checks her surroundings before entering. As soon as the door closes behind her, the place comes to life. A red glow illuminating all of the dancing twenty-somethings, intoxicated by their drinks, drugs, and lust. She inhales, removing her coat to reveal long graceful arms and a bustier hugging her body. She makes her way to the crowded bar, already in need of a drink.

Little does she know, her entrance has been noticed. Eyes focus on her from the balcony. He moves along the rail as she does towards the bar. His green eyes flash red and he disappears from view as she scans the scene.

Her empty shot glass slams on down and she swivels in her stool, there's an intention behind her eyes as she looks out to the dance floor. Hands groping bodies, fingers running through loose and untamed hair, a group of drunken girls dance and cheer one another on, using flash for their group photos. Of the four girls seemingly having the time of their lives, one looks out of place. That’s the one.

Where her friends are decked out in pumps and bodycon dresses, she sports a sensible shoe for dancing and wears a patterned jumpsuit, somewhat revealing if you find shoulders and collarbones seductive. She casually sips from her fruity cocktail, asking her friends if they're alright. They insist they're fine though half of their drinks are on the floor or each other. Two of them encourage their homely friend to dance, she moves to the beat in time but her friends prioritize being provocative over rhythm.

Another shot downed, the woman at the bar rises from her seat, feeling somewhat loose. She makes her way to the dance floor.

”I’ll be right back!” the young woman calls as peels away from her sloppy group and looks relieved as she flees to the club’s tiny restroom. Two sets of eyes watch her from afar. He watches the Vixen while the Vixen watches her prey.

Vixen makes her way through the crowd, blending in as her hips move to the electronic beat. She catches the attention of some overly-confident man. She notices him staring at her hungrily, assessing her body with his eyes, and deciding she's worth it. He quickly clasps her wrist to keep her from walking away, playfully pulling her back toward him. She looks from her wrist to him. Not you. Not tonight. Typically she’d take him on but she’s in the mood for a challenge.

”Where ya going in such a hurry? I can tell you wanna stay to dance”. His slurred words and tugging at her arms make her clench her jaw, but for a moment the tension seizes. Her tone is like butter, ”Oh yeah? You wanna dance with me?” She invites him closer, attempting to project over the music and voices around them. He leans into her but she raises her hands. He plays along, meeting her hands with his own and interlocking their fingers.

The looks of sweetness and flirtation dissipate and her striking eyes narrow and flash a similar red before she quickly breaks his wrist. Unflinching, she watches as his face twists with anguish. He is prepared to let out a horrified cry. She silences him with a finger, ”shhh...” she stares into his eyes deeply, his still filled with confusion and pain.

”You’re not going to scream. You’re going to silently exit the dance floor and crawl back to whatever gutter you came out of.” Her sweetness returns as his face falls still and he complies, now oblivious to his broken wrists. Her eyes return to their natural color as he turns away from her obediently. She continues on her mission.

Meanwhile, the mysterious figure from the balcony lurks closer to the bathroom, to where the young woman escaped. Almost forgetting where he is, he nearly makes it up to the bathroom door. But before he can enter, his ears are invaded by the sound of snickering. He turns to meet two other girls in line for the bathroom, glancing at him judgmentally. “Must be an emergency, huh?” one of them laughs. He ignores them and backs away from the door. Sighing, he leans with his back against the wall and waits.

Determined, the Vixen exits the dance floor and glances around to make sure her actions go unnoticed. Once the coast seems clear she struts towards the bathroom. Before she can see the figure standing along the wall, he slips into a crowded corner, keeping his gaze on the huntress as she eagerly enters the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, she notices the young woman adjusting her outfit and fixing her hair. Cooly, she approaches the mirror and begins to do the same. Side by side they could not be more different. "Jumpsuit" looks at herself somewhat disapprovingly, her eyes scan her face for every imperfection and the growing frown on her face lets us know she’s found them. While the vixen stands tall with her shoulders back, she drinks in her image in the mirror. Carefully tweaking the slightly out of place hairs on her head and touching up her lipstick, a deep shade of red sure to stain. “Having fun out there?” the vixen asks, eyes still locked on her reflection. Her voice breaks Jumpsuit out of her trance, watching the vixen be effortlessly perfect.

“Something like that…” She sighs and takes another sip of her nearly full glass.

“Well, you’ll definitely need to finish more of that if you wanna have some real fun. Especially with the crowd tonight, the guys here can be a bit tame.” The Vixen faces her and smiles warmly. Jumpsuit’s expression seems bewildered, as though this is the longest she’s spoken to a stranger. She becomes flustered.

“Oh I’m not much for places like these, just having a girls night and I was out-voted.” She confesses sweetly and sits on the bathroom counter. The Vixen eyes her with the same hunger as the man she encountered before. The girl opens her mouth to speak again but as the words exit her mouth, the sound is drowned out by a pulsating beat. Not the sound of the club’s music being played, but mimicking a heartbeat.

The Vixen eyes the girl and as she moves her hair to one side, she can’t help but stare at the smooth skin on her neck and the large, inviting vein that runs through it. Vixen gulps, feeling her instincts kicking and her lips parting slightly in anticipation.

“But that sounds silly, doesn’t it?” Suddenly, reality kicks in and the sound of her voice returns, refocusing the Vixen on the task at hand. Jumpsuit looks up at her innocently and laughs at herself, “Sorry, you must think I’m nuts or something! Well, I’d better get back to my friends, who knows what they’ve gotten themselves into…” She hops off the counter and brushes past the Vixen, heading for the door.

In an instant, the Vixen appears in front of her, blocking the exit. “But I thought we were having fun here?” Jumpsuit looks startled but her expression falls into a naive joy.

“Believe me, as much as I’d love to hide out here with you, I should probably go take care of my friends.” She laughs slightly but the confusion begins to take over as she notices the Vixen unamused, now with glowing red eyes. She backs away from her slowly. “ Who said I was hiding"? the Vixen coos, revealing her elongated fangs. As Jumpsuit is about to scream, she is pounced upon. The Vixen begins to devour her, careful not to leave a mess. She squirms and fights for her life but the strength of the huntress is too great and her efforts are futile.

Driven by bloodlust, the Vixen finishes her off and beams in euphoria as she drains her of the last of her blood and lets her body hit the floor with a thud. She wipes her mouth and looks down at her kill. The girl’s lifeless body looks like a wilted flower, her once struggling arms now lay sprawled. The Vixen's eyes fall upon her wrists and the puncture wounds poking through her sheer sleeves. Her eyebrows furrow and her fangs retract smoothly.

”Who...” she begins to ask herself as she kneels beside her. The Vixen's eyes carefully examine the holes. She glances from the girl’s face to her neck to her wrist. ”Looks like tonight just wasn't your night, huh?” she drops her wrist and rises to her feet with inhuman speed.

The Vixen grabs her ankles and drags her into the largest stall. She positions the lifeless body beside the toilet before digging into her purse and fishing out a bottle of unlabeled pills, ”Some people just don't know when to quit”. A handful of pills trickle down the girl's throat and she leaves her corpse with the now empty bottle.

She pats her head before turning on her heels and exiting the stall. She turns to look at her reflection in the mirror but nothing’s there. She smiles to herself and wipes the corners of her mouth once more.

Vixen steps outside and rejoins the club scene, the energy just as electric as when she left. High off her kill, she joins the sea of people crowding the dance floor. This time she lets herself get lost in the music and the hunt. She pulls a possible suitor closer, smashing her lips against his. He doesn’t question it, but gives in to her, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her in. She leaves kisses along his jaw, moving down his throat before biting down. She doesn’t even need to compel him, on a high of his own, he finds her aggression titillating. Carelessly the vixen releases him back into the crowd, a thin trail of blood running down his sweaty, bare chest.

“You oughta be more careful," a voice stands out among the rest from behind her. She stops in her tracks, searching in her mind for a face to match. She turns to face him. Michael. Her expression turns sour, as though she’s suddenly sobered up.

Michael was notorious for leaving a trail of bodies in his wake, at least he was when they first met. He was the man responsible for ending her life, well, her human life. He made her into the monster she is now, doing so without remorse. She glares at him as he inches closer, wearing a familiar, cocky, grin. “That’s rich coming from you.” She practically spits.

Now face to face, Michael drinks in her image. “Lifeless looks good on you, babe. It’s almost like I did you a favor..” The words make her skin crawl and she bares her fangs as she hisses at him. He puts his hands up in defense, amused by her anger.

“Don’t tell me you’re still mad? That was ages ago.” He raises a brow, the strobe lights reflecting off of the piercing. She lets her guard down and retracts her teeth before anyone around can notice.

“Six years ago to be exact, and not too far from here, if you can remember,” she says with contempt.

“Oh I remember, you looked almost as delectable as you do this evening…” he takes her hand as they make their way off to the side.

Equally as fast, they vanish up to the balcony where he’d previously been spying. They both laugh as they watch a few confused faces in the crowd look for them. Her laughter comes to a halt first as she looks at Michael, reminded of what he was, what he took. “What’re you still doing lurking around these places? Looking for another naive girl to turn into your little experiment?” her voice is indifferent, but Michael refuses to leave her alone.

“You know you’re the only one I’ve turned. The others have gotten my usual treatment of drink, drain, and dump.” He says oh-so-casually, leaning against the railing. He takes a piece of her hair and tucks it behind her ear, his touch the same temperature as hers, it's almost comforting.

“How romantic” she snarls, swatting his hand away impulsively. They continue to look down on the crowd of mortals beneath them. Michael grinning with delight at all of his options. The vixen was suddenly not in the mood for the hunt. She starts to turn away and he wants to call after her but he senses she doesn’t want to be followed. Something stops her and she turns back to face him.

“Why did you leave then?” she asks genuinely. Her eyes are serious and demanding of an answer though he pretends he doesn’t know what she means. “What’re you on about now”?

She sucks her teeth and leans on the rail once more. “If I’m the only victim you’ve ever turned, then why did you abandon me as a fledgling?” He stifles a laugh at her wording. She rolls her eyes at his immaturity. Some things never change.

“Forget it. I don’t know why I bother even trying to make sense of you.” She looks down disappointedly before putting on her coat. He bites his cheek, wanting to explain but unable to find the words. She looks at him once more, a little more fondly this time. “Wish I could say it was good seeing you-”

“What, are you leaving already? The night’s only just begun” He interjects, gesturing down to a group of fratty looking guys who entered the building. She smiles at the notion but insists, “Goodnight, Michael. “

The familiar sound of heels clicking across the floor returns. For a moment, he is about to let her walk down the stairs, but he races after her at lightning speed, almost going through her. She spins around and he stops just before her. “I didn’t abandon you.” He huffs. “What?”

He looks almost admiringly at her confused eyes and smirks, “You just didn’t need me anymore.”

She takes a step back, realizing how close they’ve become.

“You know you took everything away from me! My whole life!” she pushes him back with great force, but he only stumbles a bit, still amused with her anger. “And when I have to live like you to survive…” Her anger turns into a pain in an instant “... you leave.”

He notices this shift in her but refuses to acknowledge it, “Look, there’s no obligation for me to take care of you. I’m sorry you felt orphaned or whatever, you were gonna have to get used to being on your own one way or another.” She stares daggers at him. It fuels her and she throws a punch. Unfortunately, he catches it before she can make contact, “It’s already toughened you up quite a bit I see.”

Fed up, she pounces on him, taking him to the ground. He fights back harder and grabs her by the throat. With the upper hand, he corners her. She tries to pry his fingers from her throat but it's useless. He's twice as strong as she is. “Fuck...you” she manages to choke out between gasps for breath. She smiles, watching her squirm beneath him, her life once again in his hands. “We never quite made it to that part did we?”, he jokes as he finally releases her from his tight grasp, glancing around to ensure their discretion. She rubs her neck, looking at him disgustedly. “You’re right about one thing.”

“Just one?” he replies slyly.

“I don’t need you.”  She rises and composes herself.

He eyes her, unsure of her next move. Michael’s face falls as he realizes her utter contempt and he tries his best to brush it off, “You got the hang of it....eventually”. She scoffs, “You really can’t just give one single compliment, can you?”

Their familiarity brings them closer together. She couldn’t help herself around him, even when they first met. His energy was magnetic, maybe it was his charm or maybe he compelled her without her even knowing. Whatever it was, she couldn’t stay mad at him, even after everything.

She had to admit to herself that she was stronger now, all that time spent alone, learning to hunt, how to control herself, how to get away…

Michael peers at her with secret admiration, he was obviously attracted to her as a human, but now there was an edge to her. Maybe he liked that she’s lethal now, and he made her that way.

“I’m just a little cranky since someone went after my initial meal” his voice oozes with sarcasm and a slight pang of irritation. She ponders this for a moment before smiling to herself, remembering the rush. “Jumpsuit? Oh, she was a treat”. Tauntingly she licks her fingers the way you would after eating ribs. Her eyebrows furrow in slight confusion, “But you already knew that didn’t you?” She recalls the puncture marks on the girl’s wrist.

Michael cocks his head at her like she’s joking, he searches her face for any kind of tell but she looks equally as confused.

“No, but she looked pretty sweet from afar…” Michael shrugs off the comment but the cogs in her mind begin to turn. “But there were bite marks…”

“Not from me.” He says curtly, pulling out a flask from his dark denim jacket. “Drink. Drain. Dump. Remember?” She rolls her eyes at his indifference, but she also understands it. It’s much easier to get attached, otherwise, the guilt does the feeding.

“Well, I guess we have another one among us…” She joins him in looking over the balcony, their eyes search in sync through the crowd. “Is that gonna be a problem?” he asks, half-jokingly, half-serious.

She looks from the crowd to Michael’s eyes. They gaze at each other in comfortable silence for a moment. The corners of his mouth turn upward slightly as his eyes land on her stained lips. Instinct makes his fangs extend and his softness fades as his eyes turn red. She can’t help but laugh, “You’re not nearly as sly as you think you are. You got me one time too many.” Somewhat defeated, he retracts his fangs and the red disappears from his eyes. His lips part to speak, probably something snarky, but they’re interrupted by the sound of a high-pitched shrieking.

“Somebody help! Please somebody help her!” the once drunken girl group pour out of the bathroom, screaming out for anybody that will listen. Their cries are somewhat muffled by the bumping music. But the highly-tuned ears pick up the sound in an instant.

Michael and the Vixen look at one another knowingly.

[instaaumemes]

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[juke-is-a-penguin]

🌺WILDFLOWER🌺

Inspired reaction pics

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[ashtonirwinnsblog]

All I can say is thank you Calum Hood 🤍🤤😍

[masonsrem]

day 8287420913 of wanting to die because i’m sad

[imaginesheaven]

Imagine being a pretty famous musician, which means you have a lot of fans. Just like the boys of 5 Seconds Of Summer. They are hyped to be on one of your concerts and meeting you afterwards. A big dream comes true for them.

[colourfulcalum]

calum what tHE FUCK

[calmgotmelike]

Requests Open!

Hey guys! I write a bit and have several blogs with requests open! I will post prompt lists or just any requests. Send them my way and I'll try and get them posted ASAP 😁 also will be making a Masterlist once I get enough content

[yourenot5sos]

don’t forget to listen to tooth, fam

[sunset--and-vine]

Headers of the new video of 5SOS “Easier” ;; pt. 1

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[givememypaddles]

this is what I deserved today. 5sos and a beautiful woman of color!! I feel loved