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ahorsemanoftheapocalypse · 12 days ago
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I think this picture is going to haunt me for days...
Looking at this piece of art has led me to the interpretation that Aziraphale was very close to losing Crowley forever (without Crowley himself knowing)
Just joined after numerous years of wanting to try Tumblr out! Have this Good Omens fanart I made a while back as an introduction
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ladykailitha · 18 days ago
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Spellbound Part 4
Normally I would go back and forth between the two stories, but this one had more chapters backlogged, so it gets to go again.
Just a reminder, starting next week, I'll be taking a break from posting. I'm recovering from all the crazy writing I did this month. 12 ficlets, 1 multi-chaptered Christmas story, and a shorter one-shot of one of the ficlets. All total roughly 30k words in a month. So... yeah. I'm taking a well deserved break.
In this we have Dustin and Mike being teenagers, Robin spots a rogue Chrissy, and Steve has to deal with a very angry brownie (fae, not food).
Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3
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A curly haired boy came bursting through the front door and Steve glared at him. “Dustin, how many times do I have to tell you to not just barge in?””
Dustin skidded to a stop and looked up at Steve like he didn’t know his ass from his elbow.
“Bav lets me,” he said smugly crossing his arms and grinning with that stupid gap-tooth grin of his.
Steve put his hands on his hip and sighed. He looked up at the roof, pursing his lips as he fought back the angry response. “Bav is not the only being with thoughts and feelings and while she ‘lets’ you it doesn’t mean you should. Because I sometimes work on dangerous things and if you come barging in, you might get hurt.”
Dustin scoffed. “Like she would let me in if you were doing something dangerous or whatever.”
The walls seemed annoyingly smug and tinted a shimmering grey-green.
“If these walls could talk,” Dustin continued with a smirk, “she would be agreeing with me.”
Steve pinched the the bridge of his nose and sighed. The truth was, he didn’t want Dustin bursting in because he was trying to find a ‘don’t hate me’ spell or charm to get Eddie to ease up off him a bit. But while there were friendship charms and love potions, neither really fit what he was looking for.
“What did you need?” he asked instead. “Or are you here to harass me?”
Dustin put his hands over his heart. “Ah! I’m offended that you think the only two reasons I would come visit are harassing you or wanting something from you.”
“There is another reason you come over?” Steve asked with a huff. He walked over to the bookshelf and began skimming the titles. He pulled out a large blue tome and flipped to a specific page as Dustin watched with suspicion. “How quickly do you think I could brew a truth potion and slip it in your tea?”
Dustin held up his hands in surrender. “Fine. All right. Sheesh. I wanted to beat Mike to the deliveries today because Mr. Jenner is making his apple cider and he always pours a glass for the one who delivers your asthma medicine.”
Steve blinked at him for a moment before throwing his head back and laughing. “Mike beat you by twenty minutes, man. In fact he should be back here in about five minutes.”
“Nooooo...” Dustin wailed, “that’s so not fair!”
The walls drooped and turned a pale blue. Steve shook his head. “It’s good thing I love you both,” he huffed stomping over to the icebox.
He pulled out an earthenware jug and took down two glasses. He filled both of them with a cool amber liquid and handed one glass to Dustin and then poured the other glass out the window and on to the foundation.
Dustin looked down at the cup and took a cautious sip and then a more enthusiastic gulp. “When did you get this?” He shook his head. “Wait before you answer that, did you just pour out a perfectly good cup of Mr. Jenner’s cider out onto the ground?”
Steve stroked the door frame to the back garden. “Sure, Bav deserves some too.”
The house seemed to get a little bit bigger as the walls turned a pretty, happy dusky pink.
Dustin blinked a moment before he finished the rest of his cider. “Seriously, though. I thought Mr. Jenner doesn’t make the cider until the afternoon.”
“The perks of being the town witch,” Steve said sagely. “People are very superstitious and I’ll often get the first wool or the first bag of flour. In this case, the first jug of cider.”
Dustin looked down at his empty cup and then up at Steve. “That’s actually kinda badass, you know?”
“Thank you,” he murmured. “I was about to make lunch if you would like to stay. Mike will be joining us...just...about...now.”
There was a knock on the door and Dustin went to go answer it. Sure enough on the other side of the door was Mike Wheeler.
Dustin looked back at Steve in shock. “How did you know it was Mike? Did Bav tell you? Can you see through walls?”
Mike just shoulder past him to get into the house, greeting Bav briefly before sitting down at the tea table.
“None of the above,” Steve said placing the cold meat sandwiches on the table. He pointed to the window. “I know how long each of you take on your runs and when I looked out the window, he had just passed in front. No sit down and eat your sandwich.”
Dustin grumbled but did as he was told. He took a big bite and hummed happily around his bite of food. “You make the best sandwiches, Steve.”
Mike nodded. “Thanks for the food. I just get so hungry these days and my mom keeps threatening to rehome me because I eat so much.”
Steve chuckled and sat down with his own plate of food. It was actually a normal amount because he hadn’t used magic today. “I remember what that was like, I’m not much older than you two, so I don’t mind sharing a meal or two to take the burden off your parents a little.”
“I think that’s why Ma doesn’t mind me hanging out over here,” Dustin said around a bite. “She knows you’ll take care of me.”
Steve smiled and shook his head, taking a bite of his food. Claudia Henderson was notoriously protective of her son. She wouldn’t trust the Pope with Dustin and she was Catholic. But somehow, someway she trusted Steve to take care of her Dusty.
He sent them off with full stomachs and cakes for their moms. They didn’t need to know that the cakes, which he was with absolute certainty never actually made it home, were just little charms of be nice to your mom magic. Karen Wheeler and Claudia Henderson deserved a day of their sons being so sweet to them.
Which was the real reason their moms were okay with Steve. Because they were always so nice when they came home from spending time with him. Or on the off chance the cakes did make it home, they had a nice cake to eat and were nicer to their families afterwards. All in all, win/win for everyone.
Robin chose that moment to come home. “I’m in love with your house, Steve. She made the journey home take a little bit longer so I could avoid the buttheads.”
Steve laughed. “Yeah, she’s great like that.”
“So guess who I saw coming out of the Munsons’ house on the way home?” she said, putting away the groceries she had into town for.
Steve paused his clearing of the lunch mess and straightened up. “No...really?”
Robin pursed her lips and nodded. “Apparently Chrissy Cunningham is branching out since her dramatic break up with Jason Carver.”
Steve finished the dishes with a sigh. “It’s no surprise that his confrontation with Eddie and Bav was public knowledge by breakfast the next day, but even I think visiting another man so soon after your ex went insane and tried to break into someone’s house is little reckless, honestly.”
Robin winced. “Ooh, yeah. I didn’t even think about the crazy ex. Yeah. Ooh. Maybe she was trying to come here and, I don’t know, apologize?”
“I don’t put the ‘no return’ spell on the love charms,” Steve said, drying his hands. “I like it when they find their truelove and they come back all happy and smiles. If she was looking for me, she missed the mark a second time.”
Robin spun around. “Wait is that why?” Steve nodded. “Are there other charms you don’t put your ‘no return’ spell on? Or is it just that one?”
Steve just shrugged. “My medicines, I guess. That’s where I make the most money or get the best trades. But as for the other things, I saw what happens when you don’t set a boundary with people asking for charms. They’ll start asking for charms for everything. They’ll want to be cured of every ill, want everything handed to them, so I created the spell myself. It’s unique in all the world.”
“I didn’t know that,” Robin said softly. “About...well any of that I guess. You really don’t talk about your past. Of your life before Hawkins.”
Steve sat down at the table and placed his hands palm down on it. “Look, I don’t talk about it because for the large part, other than a couple of years apprenticing in her shop in the city, I grew up in a town of witches.”
Robin’s eyes went wide and she sat down next to him. “So you can’t talk about it?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know if I would say can’t talk about. But it’s hard sometimes when I say something and everyone stares at me blankly, like I don’t know what I’m talking about.”
“And with each look and with each comment about how weird you are,” she said softly, taking his hand, “the less you want to bring it up. I’m sorry, Steve.”
“And with there being trouble in town with the whole Chrissy situation...” He sighed. “I’m think starting to wonder if Bav sensed something about her and tried to keep her away.”
The house seemed to shrink on itself a little and the walls turned a light grey.
Steve looked up at the ceiling and cooed, “I’m not blaming you, Bav, I’m blaming myself for not taking in everyone’s advice and giving it to her. Merlin and Circe didn’t like her either. Especially Merlin.”
Robin nodded. “As my familiar I should I have listened to him, too. He’s been giving me the cold shoulder ever since she showed up, as well. It’s a whole mess.”
Just then Circe came bursting through the window cawing angrily.
Steve buried his head in his hands. “Fucking hell! As if this day couldn’t get any worse.” He sighed heavily. “Tell Dustin to keep his shirt on and I’ll be right there.”
Robin sighed dramatically, throwing her head back. “Who would have thought that a Roman Catholic would even have a house elf to anger? Scratch that, who would have thought that house elves even existed?!”
Steve stopped half way to rising. “Like everyone knows that house elves exist. We don’t have any because Bav thinks they’re pests, but like even my dad knew better than to insult Mom’s house elf. Her name was Nora and best seamstress I’ve ever met.”
Robin stared at him blankly. “You want to run that past me again?”
Steve just rolled his eyes and got out a cup of milk and a little bowl of sugar, setting them carefully in a basket. Then he added honey, walnuts, and mint. He wanted to cover all his bases he didn’t know what this elf favored and wanted to make sure they weren’t offended further.
Then he went over to the bookshelf and after skimming the titles for a moment, he pulled out a small green book. He handed it to her. “Read that while I’m gone. The whole thing is useful, but I’d start with page eighty-six. The chapter on house elves.”
Then before Robin could even squawk a protest, Steve was out the door following Circe at speed, running to keep up.
He skidded to a stop in front of the Hendersons’ door to find that Dustin and Walter had been locked out of the house while screams could be heard from inside.
It didn’t sounded pained, it sounded indignant.
“Stand aside please,” Steve said sternly. Dustin and Walter looked back at Steve, thinking he meant them, but suddenly the screaming inside stopped and the door opened. “Thank you.” He turned back to the Henderson men. “Please wait here.”
But before either one of them could protest, Steve had already walked into the house and closed it tightly behind him.
He surveyed the damage. Claudia Henderson stood on the kitchen table battling a broom with her rolling pin. It was worse than he feared. He set his load down on the counter and began unpacking his treats.
The broom stopped moving, and then was slowly, cautiously put down. Once Steve had finished unpacking the honey, suddenly there was a little round faced woman about the size of Steve’s palm standing next to his basket with a red flower as a hat and bright clothes.
“What is that?” Claudia hissed, jumping down from the table.
“You’ll excuse her manners, little one,” Steve murmured, “it appears that she’s never heard of house elves before.”
The elf glared Claudia over her shoulder and then turned back to paw over Steve’s prizes.
“I didn’t have any cream,” he continued. “So I hope the milk is fine.”
The elf put her little hand in the milk and then stuck her hand in her mouth. “It’s good milk. You do your mother proud.”
Steve grinned at that. “So I take it you know Nora then?”
“Who’s Nora?” Claudia asked drawing closer to the two of them at the counter.
“Of course I know my own sister!” the little squeaked. “I’m Nona by the way. Please to meet you, Stevie.”
Claudia stopped dead in her tracks as she realized what was going on. She turned on her heel and began rummaging around in her ice box. “Eureka!” she cried.
She brought over a bowl and set down on the counter next to Nona. “I’m sorry little one. I wasn’t raised with knowledge of your people. I’m new to this town and was not aware of its different ways.”
Nona turned around and sniffed at the bowl cautiously. She looked up at Claudia in awe. “Clotted cream!” She put her hand in and pulled out a handful of the cream. She shoved it in her face with a contented hum.
“I didn’t know your family wasn’t from Hawkins,” Steve murmured. But he turned to Nona. “Would you please let the boys in, they must be so worried about Claudia.”
Nona looked up from her feast in wide eyed shock. “Oops!” She snapped her fingers and suddenly both Dustin and Walter spilled out on the ground as the door opened under their weight.
Steve went over and helped them to their feet. “Sorry about Nona, she didn’t know you weren’t familiar with house elves and thought you were actively insulting her.”
Dustin and Walter shared a shocked glance then looked over at the little woman eating their clotted cream.
“This is a house elf,” Steve said as Nona curtsied. “Her name is Nona and she helps out around the house. This has been her home for longer than this particular building has stood here. She will do the laundry or any chores left over the night. All she asks in return is a treat of her choice.”
“Does it have to be clotted cream every time?” Dustin asked as she wiped the mess of cream from her face with her apron.
“No,” Nona said. “But it was nice apology, though. I like honey and milk. So as long as you keep a bowl of of one of the two out, your food will never spoil and I will help out around the house.”
The Hendersons all exchanged glances and then Claudia nodded.
Walter stuck out his finger for her to shake. “Welcome to the family, Nona.”
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saynomorefic · 3 days ago
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2024 fandom review
Ty for tagging me @willesredlights @phneltwrites @grounded-parasocial <3
This is going to be a mishmash of formats I've seen, so thanks everyone for giving me ideas
Fics written
I started watching and writing YR this year, so 2024 has really been huge for me in returning to fandom and fic writing. I wrote 27 works (plus tumblr ficlets) and 117k words, by far the most I've written!
First fic posted in 2024: You Kill Me (WIP) 2024-02-06
My love letter to Young Royals. Anyone who has read this, thank you and sorry, it's deeply personal and my raw initial reaction to watching the show.
Last fic posted in 2024: Ghosts of Simons Past 2024-12-23
Silly little christmas fic!
Fav fic I've written: Let's take this overboard (WIP) 2024-06-25
My Mediterranean yacht AU! Ah my beloved. Thank you to everyone for showing this story love. It's still going, I'm just putting the pieces together. How do you pick a direction when you have so many?
It's been a big year of writing :) I haven't written creatively for about 9 years, so it's safe to say Young Royals and this community have ignited a creative spark I didn't know I had in me. When I was a kid my dream was to be a writer. Getting emotional here, but it's hitting me that in a way, that dream has come true in a way! I know fanfic is not technically professional writing, but in a way it's cooler - we don't get to just message our favorite "real" authors whenever we want, nor do bigger authors get to experience being in a club of writers like this! (actually I wouldn't know, but w/3).
Thank you to every single person who has sat down and read my little stories, you guys truly don't know what you have given me and how much it means.
Fics read under the cut <3
Fics read
I can't give a number, but I have bookmarked 117 fics since 2024-02-11, and it's safe to say I've read at least 4x that.. so uh.. it's a lot :''))
This is a list of favs after going through my bookmarks, and definitely not an exhaustive list of all the fics I've read and loved from this past year. Thank you to ALL writers out there for your amazing work <3
First fic I bookmarked/ read: objects in motion by Capiche
Last fic I read: Under the Mistletoe by @vvachillessongvv (so cute!)
Some favorites I've read this year:
Stairway to Heaven by @unfortunate17
the person responsible for finding young royals, and this was one of the very first fics I read! Heartbreaking and wonderful.
Something Real as Pain by @crownedwille
I love how this story directly engages with power differences between Wilhelm and Simon, and I'm so proud of these two <3
be the place you call your home by @phneltwrites
I love them so much. No one does post-canon like you! such a unique writing voice and characterizations to match <3
Faroe Gone by @groenendaelfic
Pining Simon. Pining Wilhelm. Remote island-farm-cottage sex. What more could you want?
We Left Footprints When We Passed By by @in-amor-veritas
One of the first long fics I read, and these two will never leave me.
darling, lost in the darkling woods by Ripki on ao3
honorable mention to Align, but this noir gripped me like no other.
Fright Fest! by @enjoythesilentworld
I adore everything about this, horrorific, whumpy and visceral <33
sleep, dream, you, repeat (live, die next to me) by @espejonight28738
This little gem! The Midsommar AU. So so good, so well written.
bittersweet ecstasy (I pick my poison and it's you) by wthbaby (ao3)
An amazing ABO fic that's more werewolf /fantasy than anything!
The initiation - sorry if we got a bit rough by @silvagrey
A really interesting look at the aftermath of Wilhelm's initiation ritual, and a type of canon divergence I've never seen!
A Glimpse of Us by @simons-purplehoodie
An early love, read this in April and was swept away.
Look at us by @willesredlights
So hot, so sweet, and bonus that it was a gift for me! <33
to color with two by @wildcalendula
I love the way they communicate about sex here. So tender and loving and lovely. Just this whole series!
The Way We Were by queerofthemonth (ao3)
Damaged popstar Simon. Sad Kronprins Wilhelm. Fuck.
Cock by @stretchoutfics
Just so much to say about pining and sexuality crisis Wilhelm. It feels so realistic, and I love their communication here.
One, two, three (Not only you and me) by @skibasyndrome
So much communication, so much trust, so much honesty. And the LAPDANCING? Also, thank you so much for every kinktober contribution, promise we are all very grateful <3
Where We Left Off by @gulliblelemon
So tender, they will literally be in my heart forever. It's time to re-read!
come closer and see into the dark (WIP) by @bigalockwood
I can't decide what's better, unique magical ghosts or juicy slow burn interpersonal relationships at the YR ghost agency. Love <3
losing a friend is the hardest part by psyanky on ao3
God do a love break ups and second chances. And everything psyanky writes.
We're Going to Be Friends (Lilac Grove) by wilmonlibrarian on ao3
I'm so in love. Borrower Simon is adorable, and it blows my mind how this author created this whole world.
I am awaiting you (WIP) by @toffeelemon and thatgayprince (pls help me tag on tumblr!)
I am so in love with Princess Simon and Wille here. Uadhakjsdha
i've got power in my hands (and it's yours for the taking) by @starvalisedham
The library fight from August's POV. There are LAYERS here, and I love how much is up to interpretation reg. his perception of Wilmon.
maybe now maybe here tonight by @dreamyelectronicmusic
I love a getting back together fic, and the writing! I'm in awe.
My Home for All Time by @hergrandplan
Amazing contributions for Wille's month! Every ficlet and morsel.
words written down by @caramelpenguin
Every single one. how do I pick? Thank you for always sharing these beautiful snapshots with us <3
this is the golden age of something good and right and real (Painter AU) series by @alltoowille
I couldn't choose bc the first part was INSANE. and then I read it and realized there was 50k+ after? Think I ascended. Thank you <3
and last but not least obviously by @grapehyasynth
Changed me. Changed how I write, and then changed me again.
Final reflections
I wanted to say I loved helping celebrate Wilmonhits5k on ao3, and big thanks to everyone who participated through fic recs and commenting.
I have to mention the people that keep this fic world turning through fic recs, making gifs, fandom engagement, and more! @simonsapelsin @youngroyals-events @kruemel8 @sillyunicorn @grounded-parasocial @books-books-smolderinglooks @impossibleknots @sillylittleflower and too many more to list. You guys are truly the best <3
If we have never chit chatted, feel free to come say hi! <3 Happy new year to you all, and here's to more YR magic in 2025.
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illuminatedferret · 10 days ago
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If your still taking prompts, I'm always down for Hualian kisses. Maybe a kiss on the cheek?
Hello!! Yes, thank you for the prompt! I had a lot of fun thinking up something to write for this. I hope you like it <3 It got a bit long for a ficlet!
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Xie Lian’s lips planted solidly upon Hua Cheng’s cheek.
Great! Except that he hadn’t meant to do that. When he’d moved in, he’d had every intention of planting a kiss on his husband’s lips, not his perfect cheek. Blinking dumbly, he fell back onto his heels and met Hua Cheng’s equally surprised expression.
There was just something a little surreal about seeing two eyes blink back at him after all this time. It had been weeks since Hua Cheng returned to him on Mount Taicang, but it was only now upon their return to Puqi Village that the ghost wore something other than his true form, adopting the youthful visage that had once greeted Xie Lian on an oxcart not far from here a year and a half ago.
“Ah... Sorry,” Xie Lian finally said, uncertain in his words but needing to say something. “I didn’t... I’m sorry!”
Hua Cheng blinked at him, but he didn’t seem upset, only nonplussed. “Is gege feeling shy?” Back in Puqi Village after so long, went unspoken. They had been received exultantly, but at the moment they were alone, allowed the time to explore the new shrine the villagers had erected in the place of Xie Lian’s poor little shack.
Xie Lian shook his head rapidly, little fly-aways of hair following his movements like a lazy eye. “No! No, of course not! It’s just, in this skin, we’ve never-”
He bit on his tongue, too embarrassed to finish. 
We’ve never kissed in this skin before.
And for some reason, as he popped up onto his toes to give his husband a kiss, that thought had likewise popped into his head, and his body had instinctively switched targets to something tamer than Hua Cheng’s lips.
Hua Cheng stared at him for a moment before he shook his head and started to laugh.
“Please don’t laugh at me,” Xie Lian said mournfully. Hua Cheng’s shoulders shook under the force of his laughter. It went on for another few moments before he took a deep breath, pulling his composure back on- or trying to, at least.
“So last night was fine, but a kiss isn’t?” he asked, clearly tickled. Well, it was better than feeling insulted, but...
“A kiss is fine!” Xie Lian insisted. “A kiss is really fine! I promise!” He was never going to live this down. He knew it. The mere thought made him feel defensive. Maybe if he was particularly effusive right now, he could do some damage control...
Maybe.
“Are you sure?” Hua Cheng teased. “Gege, what don’t you like about this form? Let me fix it for you.”
“I like it, I like it! There’s nothing you need to change!!” Please don’t take it the wrong way, I really didn’t mean it!!
“Really?”
“Of course! San Lang is handsome in any form. And this one is- it’s very good! Very, very good!”
Hua Cheng hummed consideringly. “Is that so?”
“Yes! I-”
Xie Lian’s tongue fell thick in his mouth as Hua Cheng swiftly stepped forward. Something about the confidence he exuded had Xie Lian stepping back in tandem, until the wood paneling of the wall beside the shrine’s door was at his back, trapping him in place. Like a rabbit before a fox, he could do nothing but stare with wide eyes as the ghost king leaned in close, a familiar light shining in his dark eyes.
“So the problem is gege?” Hua Cheng asked softly.
“...” Xie Lian nodded slowly. His husband wasn’t even touching him, but when he spoke like that, this old cultivator’s body yearned to feel him. The phantom impression of Hua Cheng’s fingers on his chin blossomed, so strong he could almost believe it was real.
“If that’s so... If gege finds it hard to be with me in this skin, perhaps we should work on that,” Hua Cheng whispered huskily. Heat immediately pooled in Xie Lian’s stomach at the tone. It was a slightly different pitch than he was used to, but it was still deep enough to drag against his bones, an unmistakable promise clear in every syllable.
Xie Lian swallowed dryly. His fingers reached out and curled tight into the loose red sleeves Hua Cheng favored in this form. “M-mn. Good call.” Hua Cheng’s true form might have been his favorite, but that didn’t mean he didn’t love all the man’s other forms. Each of them was special to him. Even the impulse to shy away from giving his husband the affection he deserved was quite a serious problem indeed! So... Obviously... Obviously they needed to work on this. As soon as possible.
Hua Cheng smirked. Yes, in any form that was a dangerous look. Xie Lian felt his heart speed up as his husband stepped even closer. Hua Cheng was a bit shorter in this form, turning their height difference from something nearly insurmountable into something nearly manageable. It certainly shortened the trip between their faces. Xie Lian watched his husband descend with bated breath before letting his eyes fall closed, waiting, waiting, waiting-!
“Xie-daozhang!”
Huh?
Xie Lian opened his eyes. Hua Cheng hovered a mere hair’s breadth away. For a moment, the world was still, and Xie Lian thought he might be able to pretend there was nothing stopping them from simply-
“Xie-daozhang!” The call came again from somewhere outside, coming closer. They probably had only moments until the speaker was upon them.
Xie Lian closed his eyes and poorly stifled a groan. Hua Cheng laughed lightly and closed the distance, letting their foreheads press together lightly. Not the part of their faces Xie Lian had wanted to touch... but better than nothing.
“Later?” his husband asked.
Xie Lian sighed. 
“Later.”
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according2thelore · 3 months ago
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Omg I'm loving all the ES /LS!Winchester dynamic!!!! Would you guys consider compiling and posting the drabbles on A03?
Also, ES!Dean being so turned on by with LS!Sam is so hot and hilarious 🤣🤣🤣
But it's got me thinking, what if ES!Sam comes to Dean for some tips on Dean's preferences/favourite positions?
ES!Sam would cringe/blush so hard while asking but the poor collage boy couldn't top ES!Dean's years of experience hoeing around all 50 states 🤣🤣😭
Also, how would ES!Sam react to finding out about Benny? (Whether as a "brother" or if there was a romantic past)
hi!
i've made a lil masterlist over here, but i've actually never considered putting them on ao3! i'd feel a lil bad if i clogged up the wincest tag whenever i update it, since i do it weekly/biweekly. would that be something y'all are interested in? i can't tell if i'm overthinking it?
i put a poll underneath the cut--let me know what y'all think!
as for your ideas--AAH!!!!!!! also written below the cut!
ES!Sam is practically vibrating as he stalks over to LS!Dean in the garage, but loses all nerve as soon as dean actually looks up and sees him standing there. he tries to lean against one of the work stations and misses.
"so. uh. sleeping? with you? how does that work?"
and LS!Dean kinda hits him with the
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because uh...what are we about to do? and remind me how i'm supposed to answer in the negative again?
and when ES!Sam sputters through an explanation, getting more and more angry as he keeps going because there is little to NOTHING ES!Sam hates more than feeling stupid or being condescended to, finally spits out,
"what do you like?! sexually?"
LS!Dean is now sweating bc "that does not clarify a single thing, actually."
ES!Sam throws a towel at him, which LS!Dean sportingly lets hit him.
"you! 2006 you! if you were to--uh--have sex. with me? what do you like?"
and LS!Dean is still kind of agog because oh my god??? he himself is already pitching the beginnings of a tent over here and ES!Sam is still blushing and keeps looking in dean's eyes in shifts, looking up at his hairline and then back down to his eyes like he has to take eye contact in doses.
"sexually." sam says again, and if he says it one more time, dean's pretty sure he's going to have to suck his dick right here, right now. he's pretty sure. "i think you...ah, have more experience than me at this point. so. who knows what you'd like better than...you?"
LS!Dean moves his roll-cart of tools in front of him, because this is like every dirty fantasy he's had about sam since he was fifteen. shyly coming up, blushing and hiding under bangs and asking big brother how to have sex, asking big brother how to make it good for him.
when LS!Dean's tongue gets unstuck from the roof of his mouth, he has to clear his throat a few times. almost a hilarious number of times, really. his voice still cracks.
"well. um. sammy. sam." he corrects quickly, hedging a look up at him, "i've gotta tell you. you could probably throw up on his dick and he'd probably come like a teenager."
ES!Sam recoils.
"you want me to throw up on your dick??" he says--really fucking loud--and LS!Dean ducks like someone's taking shots.
"NO! what? what the fuck, kid? no!" LS!Dean looks around, but no one sticks their head in. "it's a metaphor!"
"what is metaphorical about me throwing up on your dick?" ES!Sam looks a little green, like he might do it whether dean wants him to or not.
"i'm saying--" LS!Dean says pointedly, "that i've been so gone for you since you were practically born. you could be the categorically worst lay in the entire world and i'll react like i bagged angelina jolie."
ES!Sam's ears flush pink.
"oh." he says, soft. LS!Dean shifts on his feet, awkward, as sam looks up at him from underneath his bangs, even though the damn kid still towers over him a few inches.
dean sighs.
"he's probably gonna want missionary. he's a sap." he grumbles. "moan his name a few times and do that thing the chick from boston taught you with your tongue. ann or something."
ES!Sam jolts, "how do you know about--"
LS!Dean raises an eyebrow, and sam tapers off into an awkward, understanding nod.
"yeah. drives me crazy." dean confirms. "let him take care of you. he'll have a fucking coronary."
the embarrassed avoidance in ES!Sam's gaze disappears, and a determined glint shines in his eye. for a second, dean thinks he might whip out a pen and paper and start taking notes.
"you have my blessing." LS!Dean says with a show of grandiose magnanimity, and ES!Sam snorts. "i'm like sex yoda right now. kinda scary. can you wear me like a backpack real quick?"
ES!Sam turns on his heel so dean can't see his smile, and dean chalks that one up as a victory.
"hyperbole." ES!Sam calls as he walks away.
"gesundheit!" dean calls after him, and sam turns around, cocky little smile and raised eyebrow and dean feels like he's twenty-six again.
"it wasn't a metaphor. 'throwing up on your dick.' it was hyperbole." he says, but his eye roll is undercut by a grin so wide it splits dean right down the middle.
as for ES!Sam finding about benny...oh lord...
this little buddy is not cool about it. considering the fact that he doesn't even know vampires are still around yet, he is GOBSMACKED by the fact dean was fucking friends with one. purgatory is a whole other can of worms.
he's kind of mad at LS!Sam for a second, because what do you mean we didn't look for him? until LS!Sam turns and looks at him with the deadest look in his eyes and says 'i thought dean was dead' and yeah. okay. he wasn't in his right mind. even the thought makes sam a few seconds away from throwing up, so sam is NOT holding his older self accountable for anything that happened during that time.
but the think that gets him right in the fucking panic alarm is "brother." benny has been more like a brother to me than you have ever been would send ES!Sam to a fucking hospital.
at this point, sam has literally never NOT been dean's 100% specialest little guy, and ES!Dean still gives him amazed little looks even a year after they reunited like he still can't believe his luck. considering S8 sam almost killed himself because he was literally trying to purge his own weakness and--significantly--that includes his "betrayal" of dean, to make himself worthy of his brotherhood again, ES!Sam is passed out on the ground.
he's jealous, of course, but mostly he's gutted. he's so incredibly insecure, and this makes him angry and mean, because--remember--LS!Dean doesn't wear the amulet anymore. and he calls other people brother. who is sam if not dean's little brother? that has always been his first identifier, even to himself, even when he's resented it. he stands a little too close to ES!Dean/LS!Dean for a few weeks, seeking praise like a child.
this was really fun to write, anon, thank you so much for sending it in!!!! <3 kissing you on both cheeks mwah mwah!!!! <3
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2000sangel · 10 months ago
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Hi again, saw your requests are open again, so can I request Vox x female reader? As for the plot: The Reader and Vox got together during the 7 years that Alastor was absent, so reader never encountered the more manic and obsessed side of her boyfriend when it comes to his enemy. And so, now that Alastor is back Vox started acting a bit differently and reader is worried about him and his mental health. So she confronts him about it. (Just to clarify, I want this to be fluff or sort of hurt-comfort and you can either do one-shots or ficlet, I'm up for whatever) ~Ghost/👻 (you're never getting rid of me now >:3)
First of all, hi Ghost! My PC won't let me visualize your rq so I had to do this...anyways, this I admit was hard to write which is a shame because I loved this idea? So much? I feel like Vox isn't Voxing and the hurt-comfort is there only if you squint...I'll do better next time ;'3
Vox x Fem! Reader
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Warning for : mentions of stalking
The digital clock indicated that it was already late at night, three in the morning precisely.
You hadn’t been awakened by something, no, in fact you had never fallen asleep in the first place. Troubled by thoughts of your own boyfriend, you laid in the king size bed of your shared bedroom, anxiously scrolling on your phone in desperate search of yet another distraction from the fact that this had been yet another day consisting of getting ignored by him.
And yet there you were, waiting for him to join you in bed, worried because he had always been a near perfect example of a partner, at least in your viewpoint, but now all he was able to concentrate on was that... Alastor, the Radio Demon.
Just thinking about that name brought back anxiety into your chest.
Knowing very well that the feeling of tightness and shortness of breath wouldn’t have subsided anytime soon if you decided to stay in bed for who knows how many more hours, you stood up, the sudden change in temperature making you wrap your arms around your own figure.
The red moon shone a path to the elevator with its light, almost as if it was telling you to go for it and confront him.
And so you did; taking the elevator to the room you had guessed he was in, you impatiently waited for the doors to open in front of you.
When they did, you were almost blinded by the light emitting from the disproportionate number of screens present in Vox’s office.
He was sitting there, mumbling to himself, checking cameras placed on the various streets leading to the Hazbin Hotel. You shuddered; he was most likely too caught up in what could’ve been considered the stalking of his enemy that he didn’t hear you enter the room.
“Vox...”
You called his name, but he didn’t respond.
“Vox.”
You tried again, this time more resolute, and he turned around, startled; all the screens turned off in unison except for the one that served as his head, which became the only source of light in the entire office.
Vox hadn’t even bothered to change into his nightwear, you noticed; he was still wearing his suit, he had just removed the blazer and placed it on the backrest of his office chair.
“Ah, darling. Whatever are you doing up this late...?” he asked, recomposing himself.
You simply stared at him with concern written all over your face, an expression of pure worry. Careful not to trip on anything, you slowly made your way towards him, your arms still crossed as if to comfort yourself.
“I should be the one asking that question, it’s three and you’re still here checking for traces of Alastor on every camera of the city. Come to bed.” You ranted quietly, seeing what time it was, even though you were almost sure the other Vee’s couldn’t here you from where you were.
Vox sighed, placing a hand on his forehead. Being reminded of the time and of what he was doing most likely made him realize how exhausted he was.
“Yes, yes...I’ll come to bed, just...” he trailed off, not sure what to say himself.
You caught the opportunity to continue your rant, but not before grabbing his blazer and carefully folding it to then place it on his desk. His eyes followed your figure the entire time.
“I’m worried about you, you do nothing but obsess over him these days, and you end up not taking care of yourself and others around you enough, you know?” you said, obviously referring to yourself in your last statement.
You hadn’t gone on a date with Vox in a while, hadn’t taken the time to relish in each other’s presence in what felt like months – and it had probably been that long.
“If only you could understand.” he whispered, visibly irritated by your words, which was something you had barely witnessed during these years of relationship.
“I’ll let you explain, so I’ll be able to. Just, for now, let’s go to bed? I’m worried about your health.”
Another sigh from Vox; you extended your hand, which he grabbed. The closer he got to you the brighter his screen seemed; you couldn’t wait for it to be turned off, you could feel a headache coming on.
The only thing you knew about Vox and Alastor’s history was that they never agreed on matters concerning technology, and that Alastor had disappeared for seven years. This didn’t really explain why your boyfriend was so obsessed with the Radio Demon though, it made no sense to you; there had to be another reason why he was so consumed by their rivalry.
A reason he clearly wasn’t going to share in that moment, as once you arrived in your bedroom he practically threw himself on the bed. You followed suit, covering both your figures with the blanket you had discarded previously.
“Promise you’ll explain soon.” You said, staring up at him.
Vox didn’t want to lose you at all, he realized when he looked into your eyes right then and there. You were putting up with the ugliest side of his personality, for which he had to feel honoured. He cupped your cheek and you leaned into his touch.
“I’ll do my best. For you.”
His hand moved from your cheek to your waist, pulling you closer. This was more like the Vox that you knew. With a promise that you’d get an explanation the following day, you finally let yourself fall asleep against his chest.
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dilutedmayowater · 28 days ago
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Hi<3 heres that ficlet thingy i told yall i wanted to write. This is just the first part, i plan to write more but uhhhh not tonight, i cant focus anymore lol. So heres all yall get for now <3 i also have not read through it to check for errors yet. Only thing i have to say for a warning is, mild exhibition? Its mainly teasing but do with that what you will
They had just dropped off the last kid- Dustin. Now it was just Eddie and Steve in the front two seats of Steve’s BMW. “So, you want me to drop you off at the trailer park?” Steve asked as he turned to face Eddie.
“Uh- Actually my shift starts soon. Could you drop me off at work?” The question made Eddie nervous. He preferred not to tell anyone where he worked due to the oddity of it. The taboo-ness. It’s not like it’s a normal job that is easily accepted, especially not in Hawkins in year 1986. It’s actually the reason it’s an establishment you can only get into with a code or invitation from a friend. It’s a supportive community but to be supportive they have to take certain precautions.
“Oh shit, yeah I forgot you took that night job. What was it again?” Steve looked at Eddie so sweetly. Wide eyed and innocent. Eddie wondered how much that would change soon. Maybe he could just be discreet about it? Tell Steve a half truth.
“Oh uh, just this bar. It’s pretty new and small and you need an invitation to get in typically. Chrissy’s cousin’s friend’s something’s something owns it so she gave them a good recommendation about me. Its called Stonewall.”
Stonewall is a gay bar that hosts quite a few people in the kink and bdsm community. Eddie assumes that its not really Steve’s scene. Eddie wonders if Steve even knows what kink is. ‘King Steve’ is quite known for being a good pleaser in bed, but that’s usually with Hawkins innocent cheer team or sweet book nerds like Nancy Wheeler. He’s gotten close with Steve so he wants to be honest about his own identity, but he’s worried how it would go.
“Ah, I like bars. You’ll have to show me around when we get there. Just give me the directions as we go, that cool?” Steve smiled at Eddie as he started backing out of dusting driveway without an answer and Eddie’s stomach just. Dropped.
“Hah yeah sure sounds great!” Eddie muttered out with an uneasy smile.
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“Hey Steve,” Eddie started as they got out of Steve’s car. “once we get in there just wait by the door while i change into my work clothes alright? Then I’ll show you the bar and everything. Just a warning, people here are very uh… flirty, and touchy. You may have to pretty assertive if you don’t want that kinda attention.”
Steve smirked at that. “Ya’know how my charm is, i cant turn it off even if I wanted to.” And god the way he was looking at Eddie, he did know, he knew too well. He wished he would just shut up and had Steve drive him back to the trailer park so Eddie could’ve driven himself to work, even if that meant being late to his shift.
Eddie rolled his eyes and started walking to the entrance. “Yeah, sure Stevie.” He knocked in the door. The building had no giant signs stating the name of the establishment, or anything indicating it was anything at all.
There was a slider on the door for a girl on the inside to peak through. She took a moment to take them in. “Heya Eds, who you got there?”
“Hey Micky, this is my friend Steve.”
“Ah Steve!” She looked over to him standing kind of awkwardly next to Eddie, then back at Eddie. “Can he uh.. be trusted?”
Eddie shifted in his feet and looked nervously at her. He glanced at Steve who looked curiously at Eddie. Seemingly clueless. “‘M not sure yet, Mick. But if there is any trouble I’ll deal with it.” Micky hummed suspiciously, glanced at Steve again, then unlocked the door.
Steve and Eddie stepped in, Steve even more confused than before at the interaction. Everything seemed so secretive and mysterious. What was happening in this building? Money laundering? Mafia meetings? Is that a thing? Was there a mafia in Indiana? It sounds ridiculous but there were Russians under Starcourt so, who knew?
“He seems harmless, but I swear to god Eddie, don’t blow this. You’re a good dude and i like ya as a coworker alright? Don’t get fired.” Micky made her statement, then walked away and disappeared into the crowd of people.
As Steve looked around he noticed the bar had a similar setting that of a club. Rowdy music, flashing lights, the crowd looked as if it consisted of a lot of grinding and kissing. Before Steve could look too close, Eddie stepped in front of him and forced eye contact.
“I’m gonna go change. If you see anything uh… weird. Don’t act rashly alright? I’ll explain whatever you wanna know once im behind the bar.” Eddie seemed jittery and nervous.
Steve cocked his head to the side - which should not have been as cute as it was - clearly confused, but he shrugged it off. “Alright Eds, just be quick, don’t wanna be late for your shift.”Steve smirked at Eddie which made him grow hot. He started to flush as he turned away and started for the bathroom.
As Steve started to look around more he noticed the place was a bit run down, as if it was previously abandoned. But it seemed fairly kept. The bar seems nice enough for a small business and there was a decent crowd.
Before Steve could analyze more he noticed someone approaching. A big guy, maybe a little taller than Steve, tatted kinda like Eddie but… even more. He looked Steve up and down.
“Hey.” He said simply.
“Hey.” Steve returned.
“Are ya with him?” The guy asked gesturing toward the bathroom Eddie just went into.
“Yeah! Thats my bud, Eddie, he’s just gonna show me around his work place a bit.” Steve smiled up at him, slightly uneasy from the unfamiliar territory and knew faces and being approached randomly.
“Ah, gotcha. Well, I’m Ben. Er whats your name?” Ben asked then leaned forward a bit to hear Steve better. Something is Steve’s stomach flipped.
“Uh, Steve!” Steve called, just noticing the loud noise Ben was clearly trying to hear him over.
“Nice to meet ya. Say, Steve, are you a friend of Dorothy’s?”
Steve furrowed his eyebrows, “uh, who-?”
“Hey Ben.” Eddie was walking up to them. He wore black jeans similar to his usual pairs, except this pair had several holes and rips, showing much more leg than Eddie typically did. His shirt - Steve’s mind about froze - for a top Eddie wore nothing but a black mesh crop top. It showed off a pair of nipple piercings Steve never knew Eddie had. Steve huffed at the sight without even noticing.
“Hey Eddie, hows it going man.” He went to dap Eddie up.
Eddie returned the dap which evolved into a hug. “Pretty good pretty good, about to start my shift”
“Cool cool.” Ben nodded then paused, “hey uh, Steve doesn’t know Dorothy.”
Eddie nervously chuckled, “yeahhh man, I’m working on that don’t worry.”
Ben hummed, nodded, regarded Steve and Eddie before walking away into the crowd.
Steve turned to Eddie with an odd look on his face. “Okay, two things. One, respectfully, you look hot as hell man. I can see why you’d wanna be a bartender, im sure you get tipped heavily.” Eddie flushed not expecting the compliment. He avoided Steve’s eye contact shyly for a moment. He had his hair up which prevented him from hiding behind a curl or two. “Two, I feel as though theres something really secretive about this place that im just bot catching onto and no one will tell me. What’s goin on Eds?”
Eddie sheepishly looked at Steve through his eye lashes then sighed. “Come, sit at the bar. Let me clock in and I’ll fill you in.”
Once they had settled, Steve sat at the bar stool and Eddie took over for the person previously manning the bar. Eddie went to lean on the bar in front of Steve.
“Steve… I you’re a good friend and we’ve been growing very close recently. I enjoy that- a lot. So I want to be honest with you.” Eddie paused for any sort of reaction out of Steve, but Steve just looked intently at Eddie with care in his eyes. It was driving Eddie insane. “This is a gay bar, Steve. A lot of people here are looking for an accepting community for being queer and into the kink and bdsm type scenes. I am… also gay”
Eddie had been intently avoiding Steve’s gaze by looking at the surface of the bar. Then he heard Steve chuckle and his eyes snapped up to make eye contact once again. Steve, as usual, was smiling at Eddie. His eyes seemed to sing acceptance, but there was still a knot in Eddie’s gut that said he was wrong. That said he compromised a safe space. That said he was going to lose one of his closest friends. That said he was going to be beaten half to death soon by King Steve.
“Eds…” Steve started, making a point to hold eye contact. “I know.” Eddie probably looked horrified and so utterly confused. He tried to mutter out something but he just stumbled on his words. He didn’t struggle long because Steve start talking again. “I mean,” he leaned back and rubbed his hand on his neck, “I obviously didn’t know about this place, that explanation makes a lotta sense. However, you.” Steve leaned forward again, just forward enough to be intruding on Eddies personal bubble. “I knew. Of course I knew Eddie. Do you think I don’t know hanky code?”
Eddie scoffed at that, struggling to process all thats being said to him. “You don’t know Dorothy.”
Steve’s smile softened. He rested his elbow on the bar and used his fingers to lightly brush a stray strand fallen from Eddie’s bun behind his ear. Eddie tensed, wanting to fall into the touch, but still hesitant. As Steve made the move, he spoke. “I… lied.” He looked shyly at Eddie, then chuckled at Eddie’s confusion and put his hand down again. “I got the feeling this was a safe space with all the secrecy, but I wasn’t sure and wasn’t about to risk it. Ben seems nice though.”
Eddie looked long and hard at Steve. He seemed to be internally fighting with himself. “How long did you know?”
“Well since i first met you i had a little inkling because of your hanky- which i was looking at as an excuse to looked at your ass fyi. But I also asked Robin and she said she thought so just due to your behavior. Gaydar or something i guess. But if she ever found out for sure she didn’t tell me due to respect of your privacy.”
“Steve Harrington,” Eddie gasped out. Steve cocked his head to the side (still adorable). “You were ogling my ass” Eddie acted offended and playfully smirked at Steve.
“Oh Eddie,” Steve said slyly, looking somewhere far below Eddies eyes. Steve licked his lips and returned his gaze to Eddies through his own eyelashes. “I’ve been ogling so much more than your ass.”
Eddie froze in place. His smile faltered for a moment and Steve caught it. Steve caught how a flushed pink crawled onto Eddie’s skin in the dimmed lights of the bar. Then just at that moment-
“Hey! Barkeep, stop googly eyein your boy you brought in huh? Ya gotta customer. Do your job” Micky shouted at Eddie.
Eddie cleared his throat and clumsily stumbled to the girl waiting to have her order taken. He felt Steve’s eyes on him heavily as he took the orders. Even more so when he was making the drinks, using the silver cups to mix the fancy alcoholic drinks that they probably charged a little too much for. Once he poured the drink for the last person in line, Eddie looked over to Steve. “What do you fancy, Steve?” Steve started to smile but Eddie cut in, “I swear to god if you say something cheesy like ‘you’ im gonna lose it.”
Steve’s smile fell into a look of mild surprise. Then he chuckled, “Do you just have a beer?”
“Sure, babe.” Eddie said out of habit. He always said that to customers. When Steve lifted an eyebrow Eddie tried to ignore it. He grabbed Steve their most popular beer and slid it over. “On me.”
“Thanks ‘babe.’” Steve grinned.
“Oh shut up.” Eddie groaned at the tease.
Steve popped the tab on the can. “Oh what, you don’t like it?”
Eddie ignored the question, “So, what’s your story, Steve? Are you gay or are you just messing with me now?”
Steve seemed… shocked, even concerned by the question. “Oh uhm. Man,” Steve laughed awkwardly, “I thought you realized by now.” Eddie looked confused. “I’ve been flirting with you this whole time Eds, not just tonight, but for a while.
Eddie’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What, why?”
Steve continued to look at him awkwardly. “Because I like you..? You’re hot and I wanna flirt with you because the way you react is really funny and cute. I mean, you’re so easy to fluster but you don’t realize other people even know you’re flustered. You think you’re being discreet but you’re really not.”
Eddie flushed at that, just proving Steve’s point. “So what, I've just been too shallow to notice you’re gat and into me?”
“Bisexual, actually. And yeah I guess. Rob has even tried to drop you hints, but you never act if anything so we assumed you either weren’t into it or you just weren’t picking up on it.”
Eddie huffed, “definitely the latter.”
“Oh, so you’re into it?”
Eddie’s eyes snapped to Steve’s. “Uh, i wouldn’t say im not..”
“So you’re indifferent?” Steve pestered
“I'm into it, okay? I'm into you, Steve, I have been. I'm just really surprised that for once in my life I’m getting just- handed what i want. This isn’t typical and I’m just waiting to wake up.” Eddie rushed the words out as if they could bite him if he didn’t.
Steve placed a hand in Eddie’s. “You won't, I'm not a dream. And I hope its obvious but, i'm into you too. In fact this whole conversation has been driving me crazy because i'm so into you. I wanna slam you onto this bar and fuck you senseless but noooo,” he dragged out the ‘o’ dramaticaly, “you’re working… technically, and we have to be talking about feeling and being surprised they we’re both gay or something.” Steve looked at Eddie pointedly.
Eddie’s breath hitched at the confession. At the idea of Steve fucking his here, now, right over this counter where everyone can see. It drove him kinda crazy.
“And these,” Steve reached over the counter to grab Eddie’s waist and pull him closer. Once he had done so, he let his hand slowly drift up to Eddie’s chest. When Eddie looked at Steve, all he saw was Steve looking back at him, biting his lip. Something clearly eager on his face. Then Eddie jolted as he felt his nipple piercing being toyed with. “This fucking piercing Eddie, god, and this slutty fucking shirt. Really, how much do you usually make in tips? How much do you get laid? Every night you work?” Steve flicked the piercing again at the end of his sentence before putting his hands back to himself.
Eddie felt so hyper aware of the fact that they are in his place of work. Many people around them that could be watching. Most of which would probably understand what is happening a little too well- being in the bdsm and kink community. He still felt hot where Steve had touched him. Eddie took a deep breath, and once he felt somewhat calm again he said, “I haven’t worked many shifts yet,” He cleared his throat and regained his posture, “but I like to think most of the guys in this building wanna fuck me bad and hard.”
Steve’s eyes widened but he smirked. It made him seem a little manic. “Oh is that so? Are there any you’d let fuck you, ‘bad and hard’?”
A customer walked up to the bar. There hadn't been many of them. Maybe most people felt the tension between Steve and Eddie and decided to steer clear.
“Maybe one.” Eddie winked at Steve in the same moment he flicked his own piercing, then spared no moment to help the customer. Steve scoffed in disbelief. This boy was gonna be the death of him. He couldn’t wait.
Once Eddie finished up with the customer, Steve was getting ready to leave. Eddie raised an eyebrow at him. “When does your shift end? I’ll be back then to pick you up since you don’t have a ride.”
“Uh- seven.” Eddie stumbled, confused.
“Great, I’ll be back then. And in the meantime, how bout you think about all the surfaces in this place i could bend you over. Then let me know if you’d actually wanna act it out at my place once you get off work. Bye.” And before Eddie could even respond or process half of what was said Steve grabbed him by the jaw and pulled him into a deep kiss. Eddie melted into it faster than he would have liked to admit. Steve swiped at Eddie’s lips with his tongue and then just as fast as the kiss started, it ended. Then Steve was leaving. Was this how he always got his girls back in highschool? Get them riled up then leave then wanting more? Hell of a way… it was working.
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facetsofthecloset · 11 months ago
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Top 5 non-protagonist discworld characters?
Otto Chriek x5
Lol but seriously:
1. Otto: I love vampires and dorks and he’s a vampire dork but also so so smart and clever and trying so hard!! He’s such a good guy!!! And he works for it!!! That conversation he has with Vimes in Thud! about how he presents himself as silly and harmless so people won’t be afraid of him! Ahhh 😭🖤 Even when he’s mentioned in passing I always go from 🙂 to 😍🥰 immediately lol
2. Drumknott: the pencil stealing war between him and Moist is adorable 😭 Hyper competent super nerd weirdo I love him. He shows up at the end of G!G! (Iirc) like “I live here now” and everyone including Vetinari is like “yes you do” and he’s there to the end. Good old Drumknott
3. Salzella (from Maskerade): evil. But fuck he was hilarious, the dry sarcasm was right up my alley. I love that bit when they’re talking about how Dr. Undershaft was killed that’s like “something something he was hung” “Hanged. Dead meat is hung, people are hanged.” And Salzella goes “Ah yes? Then he was strangled to death, and then he was hung.” And Mr. Bucket is like “…you have issues :/“ AND IT’S TRUE BUT HE’S FUNNY OK
Aurgh this is hard bc I’m also kinda trying to avoid picking common fan favorites even if they’re technically not protagonists or like borderline not protagonists (like Adora, Ridcully, Cherri, Angua etc) (even though Otto kinda could be said to be protagonist-adjacent by this definition lol) ummm
4. Pin & Tulip: a two-for-one because more than either of them on their own I love their dynamic. Definitely high up there on my best Discworld villains. They contrast and complement each other well.
Also super fun to voice! I’ve recorded a few Discworld books for fun and to force my friend to get into them (lol), and I had a blast doing the voices for these two. Mr. Pin losing it is a super fun character to play ahhh
5. Mr. Bent: he is fascinating. Another one that’s fun to voice. And one of the best twists of any story ever of all time 🤡 I hope he’s very happy with Miss Drapes, or as I head canon her post marriage, Mrs. Bent-Drapes. (This is something I thought of when writing a ficlet of Moist and Adora’s wedding (shameless ao3 plug) as a dumb throwaway joke but now it’s kinda cemented in my brain lol)
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cricketnationrise · 8 months ago
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Oooh I'd LOVE a ficlet!! Have been loving your fics <3
[Congrats on the followers, bud! Same name on AO3]
a time stamp - 5:25
a location - coffee shop
a character - Alex or Henry
a song title/lyric for vibes - enchanted by tswif: The playful conversation starts Counter all your quick remarks
HELLO AND THANK YOU FOR THIS PROMPT 💜 I freaking love this song and this scene basically popped into my head fully formed so I'm so glad to be finally getting to it!
read the rest of the ficlets here
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5:25am, coffee shop
One fine day, Henry won’t have to get up before the sun has even risen. But until that magical day, Henry stops by Brews & Books for his first Earl Grey of the day with a for-fun novel while he waits in line. It may be before six in the morning, but the small, family-run shop is already packed. 
A quiet, but emphatic “fuck me” catches Henry’s attention, but it’s the thump, slide, and contact of a heavy book with his foot that pulls him completely out of his novel. He glances down to see some sort of textbook and stoops to pick it up, fingers brushing with a strange spark as someone else reaches for it at the same time. Henry glances up to find the single most attractive man he’s ever seen. 
His dark circles rival Henry’s own, but the combination of a riot of dark curls, warm brown skin, and eyes like molten chocolate knock the breath from Henry’s lungs. 
“Sorry ‘bout that, sweetheart.” Henry wants to wrap himself in the man’s accent. Normally, the stranger’s beauty would have Henry clamming up, but there’s something so welcoming in the exhausted smile flashed his way that makes Henry practically bloom. 
“Not to worry, love. I wouldn’t expect much from anyone before being caffeinated.” Henry stands and reaches down to help the man up after him. 
“Two problems with that,” he says, ruefully as he accepts the help and straightens up with his textbook. “One, this will be my second cup already.” Henry’s eyebrow raises of its own accord. “I know, I know, I have a problem, but consider this: it keeps me functional.”
The man’s hand is still in his. It’s warm, despite the bite of the early morning air. Henry doesn’t let go either. 
“You said there were two problems?” Henry asks, proud when his voice comes out even and a touch teasing rather than stuttering from an abundance of gay pining. 
“Right! The other problem is that I’m this clumsy all the fucking time. My sister and her girlfriend have decided to classify my clumsiness as an ‘outlier of nature,’” the man says with a truly devastating grin. 
Henry can’t help a little huff of laughter at that. “I’m well versed in the despairing older sister department.”
“Did yours treat you like a personal dress up doll, or is that just me?”
“Constantly. I tried to get out of it exactly once growing up and Bea turned on the waterworks so quickly I thought she was auditioning for a hose pipe. It did guilt me into letting her do it though.”
“Dios mío, if June had any ability to cry on command she would have pulled the same shit, I’m sure.”
Their shared laughter draws the man’s attention to their still-joined hands. He pulls away at last—not that Henry would have minded holding his hand for the rest of the day—the hint of a blush showing up on his cheeks.
“I—ah, sor—”
“Next!”
The call interrupts the unwanted apology. Henry sends a rueful look behind him as he goes to order. The man shrugs, a smile tinged with what Henry’s romantic heart hopes is disappointment at their conversation getting cut short. He orders quickly and asks after Linda’s children as she punches in his order. Henry’s about to pay when a brilliant idea strikes.
“Linda, I’d like to pay for the man with the curly hair behind me.”
“A little pay it forward moment?”
“Something like that. May I borrow your sharpie?”
She grins wickedly. “Oh I see, go right ahead, honey.”
Writing quickly while Linda runs his card, Henry prints his number and a note: I don’t usually do this, but it seems you’re an outlier in more ways than one. Dinner tonight? - Henry.
By the time he’s done and collected back his card, his tea is ready at the end of the counter. He picks it up and turns back to see the stranger watching him, a sort of wistful look on his face. Henry can feel himself blushing, but lets himself look back at the man who upended his morning. The man’s face splits into a blinding grin and if Henry didn’t know any better he’d say the sun rose just to shine on his curls. Henry salutes the man with his tea before backing out of the shop and off towards his classes. He barely makes two blocks before his phone buzzes with a series of texts. Henry beams down at his phone as he reads.
Unknown Number: holy shit that was smooth i bet i can be an outlier in a BUNCH of different ways actually 😉 (i’m saying yes to dinner in case that wasn’t clear) i’m Alex by the way it was fucking enchanting to meet you Henry can’t wait for tonight
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rosyhoneydew · 1 month ago
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🌨️ hi hello pls and thank you 🌨️
hiiii 🥰 anything for you, lorri <3
I jump around quite a bit in my writing so take a bit of the core conflict for this fic!
“Why aren’t you taking the heli?” Eddie asks. “Ah, well, she’s not mine and,” he shifts nervously, “I won’t have a way of getting her back so…” “Can’t you just fly it back?” Buck chimes in, feeling like he’s stating the obvious here. “I’m not coming back,” Tommy states. Blunt and looking at Buck, as if he needs to be as clear as he can. “What? You’re… what?” Buck asks, elegant-like. “I’m moving. Up to Montana. Lots of air rescue needed up that way, and, well, fresh starts are always good.” The two of them are silent after that, staring. Buck doesn’t have words for how stupid that is.
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ineffabildaddy · 1 year ago
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you're so golden
i wrote a ficlet based on this beautiful fanart by @omens-for-ophelia!!! you may also consider it my 1000 follower celebration thing because the fic i was initially planning for that just isn't coming how i want it to</3
explicit content ahead!! also available to read on ao3 here
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They coupled only under cover of darkness, at first.
When all was black and unknowable, and Adam and Eve had retreated into the recesses of the Garden to slumber, they would sit quietly beside one another beneath the apple tree. One might make the occasional comment on the events of the day, and the vocal cords of the other might tinkle or hum with a lighthearted chuckle. Other than that, they were still and hushed while receiving each other's unadulterated company. The silence that thrummed and rippled between them was not stilted, was not cloddish; this was a state of quietude borne of serenity, of settled truth.
Then, one night, as noiseless as a phantom (which would obviously not have existed yet), Aziraphale drew near enough to Crawley's ear to create a tickling sensation upon it with his breath, and Crawley was inhaling his scent thoroughly for the first time; he smelled of oak and lavender and many other things, beautiful things that didn't exist yet. His typical sense of restraint suddenly distant and glazed, Crawley felt compelled to describe the fragrance he had just acquainted himself with to his companion, but he was not presented with the opportunity, because the angel's lips were moving towards his. Before either could pause to acknowledge the progress they had just made, mouths were falling open and noses were knocking together and tongues were working in harmony, only their synchronised movements didn't feel like work at all - they felt like something far better, something far more noble. Then, palms were pressing on chests and fingers were brushing against collarbones and the crickets sang for joy, accompanied only by the tree's leaves whistling in the mild breeze.
Crawley was hard and flushed and trembling before Aziraphale had manoeuvred onto his lap, and after Aziraphale settled his ass into the creases of Crawley's tunic just so, Crawley knew he was damn close to- well, he wasn't sure what he was close to, but it was something to do with his dick, and it was also something to do with excitement and vulnerability in equal parts.
Ah, well, Crawley conceded in his mind. He would figure that out later. And figure it out later he did - more times than he could count, with the aid of Aziraphale's warm, wet mouth, or the balmy smoothness of his palm, or sometimes, fuck, Aziraphale's own thick-set leaking cock against his lengthy, quivering one.
One starlit evening - all the evenings were illuminated by stars, of course, but on this occasion, they appeared almost obnoxious in their shimmering and gleaming - Aziraphale curled his fingers around the hem of his pale, soft tunic and crossed his arms over his head, tugging the garment off his curved frame and tossing it onto a bed of verdant moss. As always, the night was so dim it was nigh-on impossible to make out anything at all, and Crawley anticipated that Aziraphale's action would make no improvement to their clumsy, earnest collisions, but for increased ease of access - after all, even his serpentine vision was no match for the quashing blackness which blanketed Eden each time the sun fell.
He was wrong, however, for Aziraphale's belly and ass and thighs shone with intermittent streaks, golden and sparkling brightly in the dull moonlight.
When the pads of Crawley's fingers skipped lightly over the grooves of these golden streaks, Aziraphale expelled a short, clipped giggle. His lips stretching into a lazy grin, Crawley skimmed his fingernails over Aziraphale's belly, and a peal of unabashed laughter sliced through the humid air. Want you want you want you want you, Crawley repeated internally as his head ducked downwards, hands shifting Aziraphale further back so his mouth could settle upon Aziraphale's hip. Then, his tongue was rolling over the resplendent stretch marks, teeth bared so that their edges could tease Aziraphale's satiny skin. A shiver coursed its way down Aziraphale's spine, and the slender hand which was now flush with Aziraphale's lower back held him steady.
For the first time, Crawley entered Aziraphale that night, chest fluttering and palms slick and dick flaring with ardent rhapsodies while Aziraphale rolled his hips again and again, seizing the flesh protecting Crawley's throat into his mouth each time Crawley's head fell back against the bark of the tree. By the time Crawley's dick twitched and streamed inside Aziraphale, every one of the freckles on his tanned shoulders was obscured by obscene purplish marks, which were not in view of either party, but were nevertheless making their presence known by way of pushing aching bursts all the way through to Crawley's bones. Drooling and hazy, Crawley allowed his eyes to buzz back into focus on the sheen of Aziraphale's stretch marks while he caressed Aziraphale's straining shaft, and oh, fuck, Aziraphale's spend was flecked with gold just as his skin was. In that moment, with Aziraphale squirming on Crawley's softening cock and showering his own belly with starlight, the words I love you sprung to Crawley's mind, although Crawley had very little concept of what those words meant.
Ah, well, Crawley sighed internally. He would figure that out later.
And figure it out he did. Aziraphale shone in many more ways than one, Crawley would come to learn; when the two of them finally 'let there be light', the blushing pinks and creamy planes of Aziraphale's body visible at long last, it was only the very beginning.
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bluelolblue · 3 months ago
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Trick-or-treat!!!!!
YAYAY THANK YOUU 💖💖
This could be for Wick Week - Autumn prompt (I'm a little late, but it fits ^ ^), event organizer @wickblr
Alright, you get a WickedSaint TREAT! Here is a little ficlet with Santino, John, Biscotti, and Dog! Wick D'Antonio husbands with their doggies :3
Enjoy ^ ^
🍂 Orange Sweaters 🍂
“Do you think it's cold?” Santino asked, resting on the couch with Biscotti in his lap. 
“No? I mean if you're cold, I could set the temperature to warmer.” John offered. He knew Santino was more into spring and especially summer when it came to the weather. He doesn't like feeling cold, so he would wear multiple layers of clothes and it would take him so long to get ready when they would go somewhere. Then again, at least he would wear his beautiful suits.
“I just want Biscotti and Dog to feel warm. Biscotti is small and fluffy, but she doesn't have an undercoat. And Dog…” Santino looked over at Dog, who was next to John and wagged his tail at him. “He has very short fur.” 
“Right. They seem fine to me. Biscotti is always cuddling next to you, so I’m guessing she likes to feel your warmth, but other than that, I don’t think she's cold. Dog, too.” John patted Dog, and he immediately placed his head on his lap, whining for more pats on the head. 
“Yes, but when we're going outside, they both only have those raincoats… that's not warm enough.” The raincoats Santino insisted on, but John was happy to get them for their pets. “They need something like… sweaters.”
John chuckled, “Sweaters?” 
“Yeah, you know… I saw so many dogs wearing all kinds of clothes outside. I think we should get them sweaters.” There was no stopping Santino, again. Their dogs have most of the things because Santino was the one who made sure they got it. Even if it was something like scarves with ghosts and pumpkins for Halloween.
“Sure, we can get them. But the pet store is closed for a week due to some renovations.” 
Santino sighed in annoyance but smiled when Biscotti climbed on his chest to give him a lick on his face. “I'll find a way, don't worry.”
“You don't need to rush, we can wait for a week,” John said softly and rubbed Santino's thigh. 
Santino hummed in agreement, kissing Biscotti’s head when she calmed down, making herself comfortable in his lap again. “Well… they announced rain for that week. I'd like to get them as soon as possible.” 
John found it so sweet how Santino was thinking a little too much about all this and how he always found a solution to get their dogs anything they wanted. He moved closer to his husband and kissed him on his cheek. “You're so sweet.”
“I'm being serious,” Santino murmured and leaned his head against John's shoulder. 
“Of course, honey.” 
Santino was right. The rain hadn't stopped for two days already, and both Biscotti and Dog were left soaked even if they had their raincoats after their walks. And John had to wash them.
Right when John returned from the bathroom with Biscotti and Dog running past him to get to Santino, who was holding a package.
“What's that?” John asked, trying to remember if they ordered something.
“I told you I always find a way.” Santino smiled, opening a small package right in front of John. He pulled out one small orange sweater and one that was bigger. 
“They only had the orange ones. But I think it fits for autumn and Halloween.” 
“They're really pretty and definitely would fit for that, yes. But… when did you even order them?” John was always amazed how Santino managed to get everything under control and find a solution for anything. 
“People still work for me, remember?” Santino winked playfully, crouching down to put the sweater on Biscotti.
“Oh, yeah. You just keep surprising me.” John smiled at him, watching how Santino put the sweater on Biscotti. Santino glanced at John and chuckled.
“Ah, it fits her! She's adorable.” Biscotti happily wagged her tail, licking Santino's hands and quickly running towards John to do the same. 
“Yeah, she is,” John agreed, picking her up as Santino managed to get Dog to stand still to get him into the sweater. “They're both ready for the cold weather now.”
Santino struggled a little to put the sweater on Dog but he managed. “There we go. Look at him,” Santino murmured as he patted Dog, checking out his sweater. “Beautiful. They both deserve treats.” He went to grab the treats, Biscotti wiggled in John's arms and he placed her down, watching how she ran up to Santino, whining and begging for treats.
“They are matching like this, good job, honey. I'm glad you got them.” John could forever watch his husband play with their dogs, it was something that made him happy because Santino was finally truly smiling, feeling happiness that before he rarely experienced.
Later, the sound of the rain pouring outside made everyone sleepy. Biscotti and Dog lay down by their feet, in their sweaters, Dog was licking Biscotti's head as if he was cleaning her. 
John kissed his husband deeply, caressing his cheek and admiring him. “This is really nice what you did for them. I'm guessing they'll be wearing these every day?” 
“Of course, as long as it'll be cold. I'm sure there will be different colors for winter, so I'd like to get more. And I want you to choose with me next time.” Santino snuggled closer to John. 
“I'd love to.” 
John was about to kiss him again when Biscotti and Dog squeezed between them. “They really want to show off, huh?” Santino chuckled, rubbing Biscotti's back over the soft sweater.
“Yeah, and they have every right, they know they look good.” John snuggled with Dog, while Biscotti found a perfect place between him and Santino.
“I could pre-order more sweaters if they continue to act like this.” 
“I already know you will.” John reached to hold Santino's hand. 
Santino hummed softly before answering, “I will.” 
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benasabrina · 9 months ago
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Could u write about Kakashi coming home from a long mission and see Anko sleeping with a tiny baby bump ty<3
ANON, MY DEAR FRIEND!! I am writing this fluff thanks to yooooou!
Edit: IM SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG!! I hit a writing funk for like two years 🥺🥺 But here’s the fic!!
Ficlet under read more~
Kakashi had always thought he'd be used to long missions away from Konoha. It gave him some quiet time, away from everyone, to reflect on his past and things he could do for his future.
But, this time around, he has someone waiting for him at home. Someone he's happy to call his significant other, despite them only doing so in private. Kakashi's still happy all the same, regardless.
It has been a long three and a half months and while the mission was successful, he just wanted to go home and embrace the woman he grew to love even more while being away.
"Anko..." he breathed and decided to pick up the pace to make it home by morning. A faint smile formed under his mask as he jumped from branch to branch. Hopefully, she'd be happy to see him too.
xXx
As the sun light broke over the horizon, Kakashi crossed the gate into Konoha. He skid to a stop, faint dust picking up behind him, and took a moment to catch his breath. The silver-haired Jonin glanced over to his left and saw the guardsmen. Nodding his head in hello, Kakashi took in one last breath and calmly walked the rest of the distance to see her... to see Anko Mitarashi.
While they both haven't been sending each other messages via hawk, snake, or hound, Kakashi knew that Anko was fine... right? At least, he hoped. Truth be told, not hearing anything for those three and half months made him a bit nervous. Things were fine between them. They had to be.
Soon enough, he saw her apartment coming up and jumped the rest of the distance to her door step. Since it was so early, he opted to using the key she gave him and slipped in quietly. Once entered, he took off his sandals, backpack, and discarded his flak jacket. Kakashi decided to say good morning to her before he decided to take a shower (thankfully he has some toiletries at her place) and removed his headband. Blinking to restore some sense of vision in his Sharingan eye, he sighed then made a beeline to Anko's room.
He cracked the door open and smiled at the sight of her. His eyes travelled along her body and came to rest on... "Huh?" he whispered and tiptoed to see her closer.
The blankets were resting at her hips and left a soft mound exposed on her abdomen. Had she put on some weight? he thought to himself. No where else seemed so… plump. Her face was still slender as were her arms and thighs.
But her belly? He shook his head. Even if she did put on some weight, he loved her all the same! Kakashi’s gaze traveled back up to her sleepy features and he smiled once again. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek.
This caused her to stir. An eye opened up blearily and suddenly both eyes shot open when she realized who was in her room. “‘Kashi?” she mumbled tiredly. “You’re home already?” Anko stretched and carefully contorted herself to sit up. She pulled the blanket up and ended up not bringing up her belly. “I thought you weren’t coming home til the end of the week?”
Kakashi shrugged and stretched as well. “Mission ended up ending earlier. So I made a beeline here.”
She smirked. “I can tell, go shower.”
He laughed and lowered his mask, then he felt the need to get serious. “Are you okay?” Kakashi asked gaze going towards her abdomen.
Anko blushed and looked away. “Yeah… I am. I’m perfectly healthy still,” she mumbled. “I’m just pregnant.”
“Ah.” Kakashi stood to head to the bathroom then stopped in his tracks. The Jonin immediately turned around, eyes wide as saucers. “Wait, pregnant?!”
“Yeah? I mean, we did do it right before you left on your mission.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Anko shuffled a bit uncomfortably. “Because I didn’t want to distract you from the mission..?” She felt like she was getting scolded and she groaned. “Plus I didn’t feel this would have been appropriate to, ya know, just send through hawk or dog mail.”
“Pregnant,” Kakashi trailed off and padded over to Anko once again. He looked to her for permission and once he received a nod from her, he lowered the blanket and placed a hand on her belly. “Woah.”
“Our baby is growing in there.” Anko looked to Kakashi to try and gauge his reaction. “Just letting you know, you’re not leaving me, ever. This is your kid too, and you’re stuck with the both of us.”
His gaze went to Anko’s chocolate brown irises. “I would never plan on it. You’re both stuck with me too.”
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ticklystuff · 2 years ago
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omg omg omg ok, lee Gorou, ler Itto, with spot: thighs? 👀 sorry to hear about your block, I hope it'll go away soon!
request a ficlet!
warning for minor bondage
omggg thanks for requesting them <3 i tried something a little different this time but i hope you like it hehehe
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"Wait, wait, wahahait! I-I'm not ready!"
"I'm not even doing anything yet!"
"Yes- Yes you are!"
Gorou could hear what sounded like an amused snort from Itto and he was probably just paranoid, but the slight shift in air around his bare thigh made him think of Itto's fingers just wiggling barely above the naked skin, ready to strike at any moment. He wasn't actually sure, though, due to the heavy blindfold over his eyes leaving him in helpless darkness, left to his own imagination of what Itto had planned for him. Loss of one sense left the general in a heightened state; even the soft rope binding his wrists together somewhat tickled.
Another mischievous snicker from the oni made its way to his ears. "Do you feel something now?"
A frantic shriek rang throughout the room as Gorou felt a single nail run along his thigh. He pulled at his leg and reached forward uselessly with his bound hands, but Itto held the other's leg firm over his lap, using his free hand to gently push back at Gorou's forehead to keep him just out of reach of the oni.
"Man, your leg is really shaking," Itto said and Gorou felt another finger make its way in the other direction, nearly scaring himself with the squeal that left his body. "Mind if I try something?"
"I-I mean, do I really have a choice here?" Gorou giggled nervously, wiggling his fingers helplessly as he held up his bound wrists to prove his point.
"Oh, of course you do!"
He wasn't sure why, but the honest response caught him off-guard and sent a wave of embarrassment through him and if he could see himself right now, Gorou was sure that his cheeks were lighting up red. "I- yeah, sure. Go ahead."
"Alright," Itto giggled amusedly. "It's nothing bad, really. Well, it might be bad for you. We'll see!"
Gorou gasped as  a hand gently guided his body back down to the mattress, feeling the soft pillow at the back of his head. There was a shift to the mattress and movement going on as the creaks of the wooden bedframe rang throughout the small room, before another hand could be felt at the back of his knee. This hand managed to elevate his knee just slightly into the air, leaving his foot just barely dangling over the mattress. His toes curled in anticipation as he waited for what Itto might have in store for him.
It started with soft kisses to his thigh, which came as a surprise originally, but nothing that Gorou couldn't handle. By now, he was accustomed to the tickly pecks that Itto loved to shower him in and these were no different as Gorou lay on the bed comfortably, letting the soft giggles flow freely from his mouth. The kisses repeated over and over, up and down his thigh repeatedly, lulling Gorou into a sense of drowsiness that-
"A-Ah!" His leg jolted in Itto's grip from what felt like a jagged poke to his thigh that heavily contrasted the soft kisses from before, yanking his consciousness from that state of security he had found himself in earlier. There was a brief pause that was followed by Itto's own snickers, sending a shiver down Gorou's spine.
The same action was repeated again and that's when Gorou knew. "NononohoHOHOHO!" he broke down into hysterics as Itto began nibbling lightly at his thigh, a foreign feeling that his brain struggled to process. He could feel each individual tooth that pressed into his skin send their own wave of stimuli and his leg spasmed in Itto's hold as time went on. The heel of Gorou's free leg dug into the mattress as its twin was subjected to this unique form of tickling and Gorou's tried reaching forward in response to stop Itto from using his leg as a literal snack, but the angle at which Itto held his leg made it quite difficult. He wasn't even sure if he was reaching in the right direction and at some point, resigned to flopping around uselessly on the mattress, failing to brace himself from the nibbles that attacked his leg.
"Alright, I think that's enough for now," Itto said contently with a pat to Gorou's thigh, letting his leg down as Gorou breathed a sigh of relief. "So, yay or nay?"
"W-What?" He wasn't sure if it was just from the tickling, but Gorou was struggling to comprehend what exactly Itto meant. 
"Yay or nay?" Itto repeated and Gorou shrieked as he felt Itto's teeth back at his thigh. Without Itto's hand to restrain him, Gorou's leg jolted up in response, hitting what he was sure was the side of Itto's head with the top of his knee, hearing what sounded like a sudden cry of pain.
"Oh shoot, Itto, I'm so sorry," Gorou spoke as he tried rolling on the mattress to try and face Itto, though he wasn't sure. There was some shuffling that Gorou could hear, before he felt a hand at the top of his head, massaging his scalp reassuringly.
"Hey, don't worry! I'm good!" Itto's voice could be heard and Gorou felt a sense of relief, until he felt fingers begin tickling at his thigh again, prompting panicked laughter to suddenly spill out of his mouth. "Now I have an excuse to get revenge on you!" Gorou could barely hear Itto's voice over his own giggling, feeling those fingers begin the cycle all over again.
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rorywritesjunk · 10 months ago
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(set in the au with Buggy's older sister, takes place after the little ficlets of the 24 hours since the execution. I'm also decompressing from the last few days at work and needed some fluff for these two.)
pt 1 + pt 2 + pt 3 + pt 4 + pt 5 + pt 6 + pt 7 + pt 8 + pt 9 + pt 10 + pt 11 + pt 12 + pt 13 + pt 13.5 + pt 14 + pt 15
pt 1
"Wait, we're stopping where so you can meet with who exactly?" Buggy demands from the captain after he was just told what was going on. The older man laughed, clapping Buggy on the shoulder. He shrugged the hand off with a glare. He was only on this crew until he earned enough to get his own. No one needed to touch him.
"I have to see Miss Pins about my pants. They aren't fitting the way I'd like them to." The old man told him with a chuckle. "We're stopping for a week. The island is a pirate safe haven so you don't need to be scared, young man!"
"I'm not scared!" Buggy shot back, but he was a little nervous. Sunny worked for Miss Pins, or at least she did when they met and she took care of him. If he goes with the captain to the shop, will she be there? Will she even remember him or were those just kind words she was saying to him with no meaning behind it? He didn't know if he wanted to see her. He wasn't a well known and flashy pirate yet, he was just a crew member.
"You can come along if you'd like, Buggy!"
Buggy didn't know if he wanted to, but he nodded, clenching his fists, suddenly feeling anxious about seeing Sunny again. It had only been a few months but he still thought of her regularly, of her kindness to him when he was a mess of emotions after losing the important people in his life all in one day.
And she didn't ask for anything in return from him.
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It took a few days to arrive. The crew was happy to get off the ship and stretch their legs for a week. Buggy was waiting for the captain to take him to the shop. He had taken the time to wash his face, brush his teeth, and brush his hair before throwing it back into a pony tail. He wanted to look good for Sunny, to show he could take care of himself and he was doing better.
The captain finally came out of his quarters, the pants he needed fixing draped over his arm. He beckoned Buggy to follow him and the teenager did, walking alongside the captain as he pointed out shops, pubs, and other things to Buggy should he need anything while they were there.
Once they arrived at the shop, Buggy took a moment to look at it. There were flowers in the window boxes, the front was painted a light purple color, and it just... Didn't really fit into what he expected in a place known for a pirate safe haven. He felt this shop would do better in a town where people had money and wanted to see cutesy things.
That feeling vanished the moment his Captain opened the door and someone came barreling out. A bullet followed after the pirate, piercing through the top of his hat as he screamed he was sorry as he ran.
"Ah, yes, don't make her mad. She has good aim." Was his captain's warning to Buggy as they stepped into the shop.
There was an older woman standing in the middle of the shop with a shotgun with two young women sitting at a table sewing while another stood behind her.
"Damn pirates, thinking this is a brothel." The old woman muttered as she went to put the gun away. "Next time I'll shoot him in the ass." She looked up at Buggy and the captain, giving them both a look over. "What can I do for you?"
"Miss Pins, I was hoping-"
"Buggy?!" The girl who had been behind Miss Pins rushed forward suddenly, throwing her arms around Buggy. "It's you! You're here!"
He couldn't believe he didn't recognize her at first. Buggy's torso and arms detached from the impact from her hug before snapping back together and wrapping his arms around her. She was very touchy, had her hands on him frequently when they first met, checking in with him and making sure he was okay. It... Was a little weird at first but Buggy found he didn't mind it from her.
Now he had her in his arms. She was hugging him like they were lifelong friends and it had been ages since they last saw each other.
When she pulled back, smiling brightly at him, she glanced over at her boss as she took Buggy's hand in hers. "I'm going to take my break, Miss Pins!"
Her boss looked at Buggy, reaching for her gun once more. "If you must."
Remembering what he just saw moments ago, Buggy was fine with Sunny dragging him out of the shop and into the sunshine. He didn't quite know what to expect but honestly, he was just happy to see her again.
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immortaljailor · 9 days ago
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3 and 23 for the fanfic ask ❤️
Aww, thanks for asking...!! 💙💙
3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year
Ah man, hahaha I had to go back and look through my fics when thinking about this too, and now that I think about it, there's a bunch of scenes that I find really fun to reread...! That being said, out of everything, one of my favorites has got to be "Soldier’s Things" from "Snapshots", the just-released ficlet anthology that @youandthemountains and I wrote together for the Sponeszine! It's short, at 150 words, so I'll just place it here:
A ridged shell, collected from a Risan beach. A smooth, red rock, its surface still carrying a lingering warmth from Vulcan’s dry heat.
Spock had never been one for collecting random souvenirs, but since the day he noticed how McCoy’s eyes lit up upon receiving any little gift, it had become a habit for Spock to acquire a small trinket at every unique locale visited.
Spock picks up a bronze knife, bought from a trader on Starbase 76, his fingers running over the swirls engraved into the sheath’s surface before placing it into the moving carton.
“You kept all of these.”
McCoy looks over at him from where he’s busy boxing up some clothes. “Well yeah, ‘course I did. If there’s not enough space in your quarters, I can have them shipped back to Earth.”
Spock shakes his head. “There is space.” If not, he knows how to make room.
It just...gives me a lot of warm fuzzies, and also I think represents an aspect of the Spones dynamic that I enjoy a lot~ (Also psst psst @ any onlookers: check out the Sponeszine, we all worked hard on it...!)
23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t
This is a toughie...! Full disclosure—historically, I have primarily been/seen myself as a darkfic writer, so to be honest, I have a bunch of dark/noncon/dubcon Spones fic outlines/ideas that I've been thinking about getting around to. Outside of those though, I've got a TOS McCoy goes to the Kelvinverse fic I've been meaning to work on for years that I'm hoping to actually start soon. Also, other than Trek, there's still the potential third fic in my omegaverse Butchlander (The Boys) darkfic series that I keep thinking about on and off...there's still some time before season 5 comes out so maybe I can do something about that this year too...!
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