#I need a whole separate fic for that not gonna lie…

[thursdayinspace]

ficlet: muscle memory (or not)

For @graciehart because she's awesome and she asked for revival smut. So, this is after Sushi:

Scully has no house, but she has a Mulder. Killer robots made them do it. Or not. Maybe they have to take responsibility for this one themselves.

Rated: Explicit

tagging @today-in-fic

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Scully sighs as she sinks onto the couch, Mulder echoing her sigh with one of his own as he drops into his seat next to her.

“That was an interesting night,” she says.

He laughs and lets his head fall back. “Running for out lives from artificial intelligence? Yeah. Interesting is definitely one way to put it.”

“Thanks for letting me stay here.”

“Anytime. I’m sorry about your house.”

She debates telling him that she never really liked the place anyway, but decides against it. That would lead to a whole lot of questions she isn’t ready to be asked. “It’s okay. But I might have to stay here for a while. Since my front wall is missing and half my things are burned to a crisp.”

“Stay as long as you want,” he says, and she doesn’t know how to answer that either. As long as she wants… she’s too tired tonight to deny that if he extended a permanent invitation, she’d probably take it.

“I’ll take the couch, of course.”

The look on his face as he turns his head is one of pure amusement. “And you expect me to say yes to that.”

“Not really, I guess. But how are we gonna do this, then?”

“We can share the bed.” He shrugs. “Unless you really don’t want to, in which case I will take the couch, or get an air mattress or something.”

“Air mattresses squeak on hardwood floors. You don’t sleep well as it is.” She licks her lips, staring intently at her knees. “The bed is fine.” She can’t help admitting to herself that a small part of her had been hoping to end up in his bed tonight anyway. They went on a date, for fuck’s sake. And since they used to be in a committed relationship for years before it all went to hell, she’s not sure all her previous rules about no sex on first dates really apply here. Separated or not, he’s still her Mulder and never stopped being that.

“Okay,” he says. “It’s gonna be fine. I mean, we’ll be asleep. And we can keep our hands to ourselves.” He sounds like he’s trying very hard to convince himself of that fact.

She’s not sure at all he’s right about it. Not when simply sitting right next to him makes her want to climb into his lap and kiss him senseless. But it’s gonna be fine. They’ll both be on their best behavior.

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It’s muscle memory, she thinks, when he shuffles close to her the second they lie down and spoons up behind her. It’s muscle memory when she takes his arm and hooks it firmly over her waist, snuggling back into him. This is just how they used to fall asleep. Before. It doesn’t mean anything.

Neither does it mean anything when he kisses her neck after saying goodnight and she laces her fingers with his and lets out a content exhale.

And it doesn’t mean anything when she feels him growing hard against her and presses into him encouragingly before he can pull away.

“Scully,” he says, voice pleading, and she isn’t sure whether he’s pleading for her to stop or to keep going. But he stays where he is, and when she rubs her butt against his growing erection, he rocks into her.

Her mantra of “this doesn’t mean anything” begins to falter when she turns in his arms and he claims her mouth in a hungry kiss. But then again, it’s like she told herself earlier: they used to be practically married; the rules don’t really apply here. And they had a really tough night and deserve to end it with something fun.

Fun. That’s what this is. They’re having fun. Plus, they have needs. She hasn’t had sex since they broke up, and she’s pretty sure that neither has he. And sex is fun. They can give each other this. And they did go on a date. Although that would imply that maybe this does mean something after all…

“You’re thinking very loudly,” Mulder says, his lips brushing hers as he speaks.

“What are we doing?” she asks.

He pulls back, pauses. “Do you want to stop?”

She doesn’t even have to think about it. “Absolutely not.”

“But…” He hesitates. “We should probably talk about this.”

“I agree.”

“About what this means.”

“We really should.”

“Because this could change everything.”

“Definitely.” She moves her face closer to his until their lips catch. “We need to talk. Right now.”

“Before we go any further.”

“Yeah.” She kisses him again and lets him roll her onto her back, spreading her thighs so he can settle between them. “Talking would be a great idea.”

He hums as he pushes her shirt up, and she gasps as he squeezes one of her breasts and sucks her other nipple into his mouth. She’s throbbing with arousal, aching, and honestly, what is there to say anyway? He’s Mulder. There’s no universe in which she’s going to say no to this, not now, not anymore, not after all the hard work they’ve put into finding their way back to each other.

And when he kisses his way down her body, ridding her of her pants (his running shorts) and lowers his face between her thighs, any last remnant of doubt drops clean out of her head.

He moans as he licks her open, parting her folds and piercing her with his tongue. God, she’s been craving this. He hooks her legs over his shoulders and sets to work, lips and teeth and tongue, driving her out of her mind with need. This is not gonna take long.

She made herself bury the memories deep after they split up, tried so hard not to think of him when she got herself off at night, but forgetting this has always been impossible. Nothing in the world compares to the enthusiasm with which Fox Mulder eats pussy. He seems lost in it, enjoying himself so much he’s groaning into her as he presses his face closer and closer, flattening his tongue against her clit and making her whimper as her body tightens impossibly.

Her legs draw up and her back arches, her fingers curling into his hair, and her first orgasm hits her with such force it steals her breath away. He draws it out, sending fresh sparks of pleasure through her again and again until her body protests, slumping onto the mattress, heart racing.

“Fuck,” he gasps, lifting his head and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I missed this.”

All she can manage is a nod; she can’t speak yet. But she’s definitely done mourning the loss of her vibrator.

“God, you’re beautiful,” He moves up so he’s on top of her, and then he’s kissing her deeply, her taste still on his tongue. She hopes repairing her house will takes weeks. Months. Forever. Hell, maybe she’ll just leave it the way it is. Who even cares anymore.

“Fuck me,” she whispers, and he doesn’t ask if she’s sure. He doesn’t hesitate. They know each other; they can read each other better than anyone else.

With one long, hard thrust he’s all the way inside her and she cries out; the incredible stretch is just on the right side of too much. He’s so big. Another thing she never got over: how he fills her completely, how she feels him everywhere, how her body loves this sensation of being absolutely owned by him.

“You feel so good,” he says, voice strained as he stays perfectly still, letting her adjust to the intrusion.

“Move,” she begs. She needs to feel this, she needs to be sore from this, she needs him to just… take her. She needs him.

“Scully—”

“Hard,” she says.

She can pinpoint the second his self-control shatters. He groans and pulls back, then slams back inside hard enough to make her slide up the bed. And then he does it again, and again.

“Yes,” she whimpers, “God, yes.”

He grabs onto the headboard for leverage with one hand and curls the other around the back of her shoulder to keep her in place, and then he fucks her. He fucks her the way she tried so hard not to remember, the way that reminds her why she never bothered looking for anyone else. He fucks her like he’s claiming her, and she wonders if he really doesn’t know that she’s already his. But she’ll let herself be claimed as many times as he wants. It doesn’t change a thing, but it feels really fucking good.

She rakes her nails down his back and wraps her legs around his waist and has no voice to ask him for more, but he understands, he gets her.

The bed is shaking underneath them, slamming into the wall with each of his thrusts, and she can’t hold back her moans, doesn’t even try to. This is more than sex, more than release after a tough night, more than reconnection, even. This is an explosion, bottled up tension and longing bursting out of them with an intensity that sets the world on fire.

They don’t need to talk about this. It’s clear what it means. There’s no going back.

And the relief makes her call out his name, over and over, the only word that matters. Mulder. Mulder.

He knows how to move inside her, he knows how to get her where he wants her, how to give her what she needs. She’s burning up, the pressure in her core is unbearable, but he keeps her right on the edge for minutes, driving her wild but not letting her fall.

Flashes, hints of pleasure spike through her with every push in, and it’s so close to being enough, but not quite, not quite…

“Please,” she whines, “Please, please…”

“I’ve got you,” he pants, “Scully…”

He changes his angle, grinding against her clit, and her body comes off the mattress, her muscles tensing up in anticipation of her release.

“Come for me,” he says, and she does.

She comes so hard she screams, her nails breaking the skin as she takes his upper arms in a death grip, and wave after wave of pure bliss tears through her, making her tremble as her body rides it out underneath him.

He follows her moments later, burying himself deep inside her, spilling into her, his teeth against the sensitive skin of her neck as he gives her a few final, erratic thrusts before he collapses on top of her.

She’s vaguely aware of him rolling them over so he’s on his back and she’s lying there half draped over him. She’s exhausted. Spent. So indescribably happy she can’t stop smiling.

“Wow,” he says at last.

“Yeah.” She laughs, loud and uninhibited and delirious with joy. “That was…”

“Perfect.”

“Unexpected.”

“Unexpectedly perfect?”

She looks up, shaking her head at him before leaning in for a quick kiss. “The ‘perfect’ part was absolutely expected. It’s you, after all.”

The happiness on his face makes her heart rate pick up again. She wants to make him smile. She wants him to know everything he is to her.

“I really didn’t plan this,” he promises.

“I know. Neither did I.”

“But I’m glad that it happened.”

“God, I missed you,” she says on an exhale, and he wraps his arms more tightly around her.

“And all it took to get us here was a few killer robots.”

“No.” She cards a hand through his hair. “All it took was us. And some time.”

“Yeah, that sounds a lot better.”

He pulls her into another kiss and she lets herself sink into it; she hasn’t really felt at home anywhere since the day she left him. But right here, in this moment, she thinks maybe it’s time to finally come home.

[bokettochild]

⭐️ Crown Admist Courage ⭐️

I'm really enjoying the story so far! 💕🥰

Oh boy!

So, obviously, I REALLY like the Prince Legend trope, yeah?

This fic was mostly born out of a need to write a Legend centric fic again after not having written him a long-fic of his own since, what, Feathered? I mean, other than ABFHP, but that is..... we don't talk about that...

*goes and sobs in unfulfilled ideas and a writing style changed by a years work and no longer what it was for that project*

*ahem*, anyways! Clearly, I wanted to play with something, and I don't remember what it was precisely, but for ages now, I've had this thought in my head of all the knights just...finding out legend is royal and losing their shit. Not gonna lie, the thought of him perched on a throne (not sitting properly on it because he's just Like That) while the rest stand around with swords drawn and Legend smirking his freaking face off at the camera has been haunting me for the last few years.

I like the idea of Legend eventually weaponizing his status when he needs to, although I doubt it will ever actually appear in a fic. That said! After writing Legend as a prince in ABFHP, the idea of playing with it again but this time in the boys' home environment (AKA the outdoors) was sort of itching at my brain.

Honestly, it was probably someone in the LU-Legend community here on Tumblr that inspired the actual fic with some sort of post about Legend and knights or something, but my brain got to working and thinking and eventually I decided to make it an official draft.

I actually put it up to a poll to determine what my next fic would be, and ACAC was one of like, six options I put out there for my next major fic. I think the other ones were a Warriors dies/is forgotten, the boys get trapped in Time's world post LU, and a mix-and-match fic where the boys get separated and paired off with a random princess and have to find each other across time and space again; but now with said princess in tow. ACAC won the poll though, and so I started writing it- um...... *checks calendar* almost six months ago?!?!?!?! Holy cow? Like it's the start of a new month but sweet snap-dragons!!!!

Anyways!

Starting a fic is generally torture for me, at least when I know it's going to be a multi-chap/longfic. The first chapter sets the mood for the whole thing and establishes the interpretation of the characters and all that, so I was wracking my brain for what to do to get this thing off the ground. In the end, I ended up opening a random google-doc and just writing whatever my brain would spit out, wondering where to go and what to do and just rambling out every concept I could think of.

I debated so hard on whether or not Legend would actually know about his heritage or not, but since Feathered used the approach that he was in the dark, I thought it would be fun to do one where Legend's known all along, is totally aware of where he comes from and the history surrounding it, and it just stupidly ignorent to the fact that everyone around him is slowly figuring it out.

I knew we'd have some angst, since the royal-prince theories have been pretty dark since I first entered the fandom, so, for a bit of humor, I decided to go the route of "everyone eventually knows but also assumes they're the only one that knows", so, to any readers who were hoping that the boys would compare notes and use their brains, sorry to disappoint! Nobody is likely going to share their knowledge on purpose. if anything, I think it will be Legend that eventually 'outs himself', but only after everyone already knows. Until then, we'll just have all the boys convinced they are the sole knower of a very important and dangerous secret that they cannot share with the rest of they want Legend to stay alive.

That in mind! I had to start the fic I a way that wouldn't start it too slow, nor too fast.

The first draft actually was done in an echo of Feathered where I would recount about how Legend learned the truth, ages and ages ago, but it set up the imagine of a very innocent, sweet, baby-fied Legend (who, to be fair, would actually have been like nine at the time so it's not too bad) and it would make transitioning to the actual plot really tricky. That, and it just felt like a cheap knock-off of my previous works, and I didn't want that. So, instead, I tried to figure out a way for somebody to learn about the truth, and Sky ended up being the one I wanted to find out first.

I ran a few scenarios in my mind, but in the end, I decided on using the temple/Palace of Hylia plotline that we see in the fic. I figured that having Legend interact with ancient artifacts meant for the gods alone might set it up nicely, and putting them in an ancient building meant that I got to have written explanations dotted about for Sky to see for himself, and read, while the rest likely wouldn't be able to.

Sky coming to grips with the situation, with Sun's help, had many versions. I had them flirting and teasing and assuring each other in every direction, but very little of it was consistent with the point I was trying to drive: Legend is connected to Hylia somehow. I ended up cutting a TON of Sky/Sun interactions/moments in order to stay on track, including a chapter from Sun's perspective on the whole matter. I do like what I came out with though; it feels like a good balance of the plot and some character/dynamic building while also providing substantial lore to set up the story the way that I wanted to!

I was not actually intending on dragging the boys all the way to Warriors time so soon either, because I wanted to have them explore the surface village and meet people, but in the end I ended up cutting that too because it felt more rambling, and really could just be boiled down to a single paragraph instead.

Fun not though about their entrance into the captain's world! The portal is actually made by Lana! Technically speaking, the boys were yoinked across time and space because Lana needed backup and just summoned the first person that came to mind, and he ended up coming with eight other heroes in tow! I intended to make a note of this or otherwise touch on it in-fic, but, obviously, there was a lot of exposition happening and I couldn't find a good way to make it come up naturally. It might still be brought up, but I'm not sure.

Now, obviously, if you've been watching my Tumblr, you probably know that I put out polls to see who would find out next in any given update, and I wasn't actually planning on it being Wars, but what the people wanted, the people got! The appear of having knight drama was just too strong!

Initially, I was planning on leaving it at Warriors seeing the vet use similar magic to Zelda and putting the pieces together and just leaving it at that, but then, while making dinner one night after a few rounds of HW, I ended up just.... accidentally imagining/daydreaming the whole bit with Impa explaining things to Warriors. No lie, I did not plan a single line of that! I thought it and then grabbed for my computer and started typing as fast as I could while the spark was still there, trying to cover everything from the imaginary conversation in my head. In the end, I had to cut the scene in two because it just was so MUCH, but I loved the ideas I came up with there. it is, by far, the best theory I have come up with in regards to the princes' of Hyrule and the royal family as a whole, ever! Enough so that I've started referencing it in other fics too (although to a lesser extent, but TBoHH now has nods to it now, and I'm sure it follow elsewhere as well, going forwards .

Warriors reactions are made to be sort of a mirror to the way that Wild used to act in the memories we see in BOTW, and I actually really wanted to include a scene that sort of mirrors that first memory we locate where Flora yells at Wild for following her everywhere. Chapter 12 was supposed to include Legend shouting some very similar choice words at Wars, but I ended up scrapping it (and the whole chapter draft) when it kept petering out and rambling off into nowhere. I still intend to touch on the parallels there though!

Speaking of parallels, I am loving getting to play with the Flora & Legend parallels! The first time I ever compared them was actually in the OG TBBU series, where Wild observes to Warriors and Time that Legend is very similar to his princess in many ways, and that comparison has stuck in my head since. I have intentionally played into it in this fic, from the first chapter where Wild lends Legend his slate to the present one I released this weekend. The purpose of this is to mess with Wild's head but also to sort of endear Legend to him so that he's not just being a knight, like Wars, but actually uses his experience from being Flora's knight to navigate his supposed duty to the vet better than the captain is. For example, rather than acting stiff and soldierly, he's being friendly and appealing to Legend's interests so that he can manipulate circumstances to let him stay close to the vet and thus protect him better.

Honestly, I love the dynamic potential between the two of them, and having Flora as a sort of a base model for Legend's behavior makes it easier to write him in this AU where he's experiencing things that JoJo's Legend would never actually even see, realistically. It also makes for some great Wild angst/character building, because it plays into his memory loss and issues regarding failure, while also giving him context for new situations and ways to help.

Legend's Magic

I had no intentions of bringing Legend's magic into the fic at all, save a single throwaway line to reference my theories about Legend post-Koholint (do NOT ask me about these unless you want an angst-fest that may or may not have wrecked more drafts than I care to admit, and which might go on for hours/pages). For spoiler reasons for several fics now, I can't explain the magic thing in full, but I really just meant it to be an explanation for why Legend's not freely using holy magic left and right, but you guys seemed to really enjoy the concept, so I've been leaning more into it!

The heart issues are actually a side effect of his magical condition, and I like to think Legend's had poor health his whole life as a result of his magic being too strong for his physical form (much like how Impa spoke about in fic). Being that he's a twin, he's actually the weaker/smaller sibling, and sue to the conditions he was raised in, that was aggravated by a lack of food, medical care, and his early start to adventuring, all of which contributed to making his body weaker even as his magic continued to get stronger.

None of this is the fault of the vet's Uncle, but because Legend's parents died when he was very small, Uncle was left providing for him single-handedly, while trying to fly under the radar of the crown, so they were pretty poor all around and genuinely couldn't afford what was needed to help Legend grow up properly. In contrast, Zelda did have these things and thus doesn't suffer the same issues.

The Plot Going Forwards

Again, I did NOT intend to really delve into Legend's magic in this fic, not much, but I realized over time that, once the boys all find out, it might be nice to have an actual conflict for them all to face, legend of course being at the center of it, and it would be pretty cool if magic/godly heritage ended up being a major plot point. And yes, this line of thought can be blamed entirely on @weepingtalecowboy, who has been flooding my brain, and the LU-Legend community, with killer ideas about the vet and who kindly gave me permission to try my hand at some of them.

Currently, the idea appealing most to me is the boys being stranded in Hyrule's era and having to deal with some cultists, because I've never really played with that before and it would be so fun to really hurt them all via ritual sacrifice and torture >:)

Of course, things might change, and I have no set plans for this fic and really am just going where it takes me.

Epona

Legend's a horse girl and I feel it is a great crime that we haven't touched on this fact more My man used to be able to speak to animals just passively (as per the OoS manga/his games), and while it is hinted this is part of his magic, and thus no longer something he can do in this fic, I really wanted to touch on it.

I fully intend on playing with Epona more in the fic and making her relevant to the story in some way, although HOW, I'm not yet sure. As a result though, I think Twilight might be next to learn the truth about the vet (also because I desperately want to use a fun line/reference in the fic but it only works with Twilight)

Trivia

Legend honestly has so much random trivia related to him that your average LU fan likely doesn't know about. From his knowledge of telephones to the fact that he's canonically a boxer, there are so many little asides, characters, facts, traits, and skills that I so rarely see in fics, and I'm making an effort to lean more into the Legend lore in this story and include them!

So far, I've gotten to include the factoid about Legend's ability to speak to animals, his boxing skills, Ghanti's whole existence, and, of course, the whole technology thing! I want to toss in a few details every few chapters, and maybe bring in a few characters we rarely see in fics, but there's no promise that I CAN. (I will be trying though)

The Princesses

So far, only Sun has really gotten any spotlight, but I do want to include a fair bit about the princesses where I can in this fic, making them actually plot relevant rather than just passing background characters who show up just for a cameo and then disappear again, like they have in my other fics. Again, I have no concrete plans and am sort of winging this whole thing, but I do enjoy having the girls play a role of some kind. I was hoping to have Artemis involved more, before, but Impa ended up taking over instead.

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And that's it for now! We haven't gotten all that far in the story, technically speaking, and only three out of eight have figured anything out!

That said though, I am just here for the ride, and have no clue where we're going, so who knows what's next and who knows how close/far we are from the end LOL

I wanted to thank everyone who's been reading and commenting though, for their kind words, fun ideas, theories, suggestions, and general encouragement! It's been fun and I hope it continues to be so!

[sapphirerogers]

I lack the wisdom required to write this fic, but I hope someone skilled enough takes the initiative to.

Have any of you ever thought about Steve Rogers waking up from the ice and not going back to fighting?

He wakes up, Fury tells him he needs him, and Steve makes a choice for himself and says no, at least for now. Fury respects that choice, Steve gets a therapist (a good one, not Dr. Christina Passive-Aggressive Raynor) and uses his second chance in life to do the things he actually wanted to. Art. History. Maybe he goes to college again.

On top of all this, he figures out the internet (come on, he's a smart man. He's not gonna be clueless forever) and you know golden boy Steve would jump at the chance of using social media for a good cause.

And I also think Steve would be great at debates. The fucker (affectionate) has a way with words. He's also a nerd. He's well informed and has quick thinking skills. He gets into online fights a lot. Tweets and retweets a hell lot.

Gets Tumblr. (Steve would love tumblr don't lie to me) Reblogs things like it's his last day on earth. (But somehow makes sure to utilise the tag feature perfectly so everything is organised).

Some dudebro makes a misogynistic comment and he's there to verbally drop kick Dudebro into the next week.

Somebody makes an offhand comment regarding something historical and Steve gets his trusty motorcycle and drives his star spangled fine ass to the library and the next day there's a video circulating the internet of him citing sources (down the page number, paragraph number and line number) to prove why the offhand comment was grossly incorrect.

Someone angrily reposts his tweet saying "THAT IS NOT THE AMERICA OF MY DREAMS TALKING" and Steve proceeds to respond with "I'm a person. I can't be a country. What I can try to be is a good human being." and then absolutely demolishes the other person. (Yes to Steve reclaiming himself as Steve Rogers and not Captain America)

He also posts art. Like, everyday. But it gets slightly overshadowed by everything else he does and says.

He has a separate Instagram. For more personal stuff. Pictures of himself? Rarely. Pictures of birds and animals and trees and sunrises and sunsets? Absolutely. Pictures of the cat and the dog he rescued and now is a proud dad to? Everyday. (He's definitely a both person.) Maybe someday he'll step out of his comfort zone and start going live. Everyone loves him. Everyone rational, that is.

He stays away from tiktok.

2014. Fury shows up at his apartment and gets shot. Something stirs in Steve's brain as the masked assassin catches his shield. Those eyes seem familiar. Despite his reservations, he jumps back into the fray. The whole CATWS thing happens.

He finds Bucky. Brings him home. Fights tooth and nail for the charges against him to be dropped. He's got 70 years of military back-pay, he's got no problem getting the best lawyers (Matt Murdock is definitely among them) for the love of his life.

Anyways Bucky is set free. Moves in with Steve. People start gushing over him too. He stays out of Steve's internet life at first, but then the old Bucky comes back little by little. Maybe he'll join the livestreams. Maybe he'll make an Instagram of his own to post more of Steve.

People, being people, start shipping them. The two of them have a good laugh over it.

One day, out of nowhere, Steve shows up on one of his livestreams wearing a wedding ring. Comments go crazy. Bucky joins him on the couch, throws an arm around his shoulder, flashing his own matching band, smirking lazily.

The rest is mayhem. But they don't care. For Steve, life is perfect.

[I'd love to see Steve Rogers vs internet troll he'd eat that up]

I hope the good Steve Rogers authors see this. This has potential I think.

[rist-ix]

How do you think sparked!valtor and tbhtbh!valtor would react to bloom saying he's good enough to f*ck but not good enough to love?

Do fingerguns and say damn right I’m good enough to fuck. Then he waits a respectable 10 minutes just to demonstrate he's not at all affected before going to his room to cry.

Seriously though, I think sparked!Valtor's reaction within the canon of that fic already somewhat explores this. He proclaims his love for Bloom, she laughs at him a little bit, they fuck nasty and then later go their separate ways. Bloom even asks him how he's so ok with her lack of romantic reciprocal, which does seem untypical after his weeks of stalking, attempted kidnapping, and altogether just constant need for her attention, positive or negative. To which Valtor admits readily that he intends to Woo Her For Reals in the future, but given the very eventful past 36 hours, can afford not to throw a tantrum right away. Basically, he copes with a mix of delulu for the present and some resolute aspirations for the future. His absolute confidence in his charm and ability to seduce people certainly helps.

Now, Tbhtbh!Valtor… he's not gonna lie (except he absolutely is), Bloom not being madly in love with him does grate on him, a little bit. I think he has convinced Bloom, and himself for the most part, that he does not care much about whether she loves him or not, so long as she hates him so passionately she's always thinking about him. And it’s true! Her singleminded hatred is balm on his soul after he had absolutely nothing of her for three years. He can suffer many things (and enjoy them, even, like he does her animosity) but he cannot bear indifference. If he ever felt insignificant to her he would lose it, 100%. You can kind of see it whenever the Winx come up in conversation, he HATES not being Bloom's highest priority.

Deep down, though, he does crave her affection. He adores it when she initiates any sort of contact, he softens up immediately when she implies any regard for or feeling of kinship with him. Man is starving for CRUMBS, and still deluding himself into thinking that he does not care that Bloom will likely never love him back. It's such a funny conundrum, because on the one hand, he does every cruel thing within his power to ensure he can keep her captive, on the other hand, all those cruelties effectively deny him any chance of the thing he wants the most. He's sacrificing the possibility of Bloom's love for the certainty of her presence and attention. In a way, he has to delude himself to keep this up, because the alternative would be losing even the little bit of Bloom he has now.

In conclusion, Valtor values attention over romantic feelings. As long as he is her highest priority, (because he's her most dangerous enemy, or because he's really good with his tongue, doesn’t really matter which) he's a-ok with the whole Her Not Being In Love With Him — Yet! situation.

[luv-nikki]

loved ur grayson waller fic! could u plz write another where he celebrates with the reader after she wins a singles title on the main roster? it can be sfw and/or nsfw, up to u

Championship celebration ⊱✿⊰

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Grayson Waller x Y/N

The second your hand was raised and the championship belt was draped over your shoulder, your legs nearly gave out. The rush was electric. You had done it. You were the new Women’s Champion—and nothing in the world could touch you.

Except, maybe, him.

Backstage, the energy was chaos—cheers, high-fives, camera flashes. But all of that blurred the moment you locked eyes with Grayson Waller leaning coolly against the wall, arms folded, watching you like you were the only damn thing worth looking at.

“Well, well, look who just made history,” he drawled, his voice low and dangerously smooth. “Didn’t I say you were gonna own that ring?”

You barely had a chance to speak before he was in front of you, eyes dark and hungry. His hands slid around your waist, pulling you against him, the gold between your bodies the only thing separating his heat from yours.

“I’m not gonna lie,” he murmured, lips grazing your ear, “seeing you with that belt… it’s doing things to me.”

You shivered.

“Oh yeah?” you teased, breath hitching. “And what exactly is it doing?”

His fingers curled around the back of your neck, drawing you close enough for your noses to touch. “Making it real hard to behave,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. “But don’t worry, I’ll keep it together… until we get to the hotel.”

He kissed you then—deep, possessive, like the match had been his win too. Like he’d waited his whole life for this exact version of you: wild, powerful, victorious.

As he pulled back, his hand slid teasingly down to the belt on your hip. “Hope you’re planning on keeping this on tonight,” he smirked. “Because that’s all you’ll need.”

You laughed, heat curling low in your belly. “Guess you’re feeling lucky.”

He winked. “No, champ. I’m feeling hungry.”

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Lowkey this one kinda sucked but ohh well 😭 also sorry it took so long I’ve been really busy

Requests are still open

[dudadragneel]

Hey guys! It's me!

How are you?

Here's another original (that might've been a request or not....) fic for you guys!

I hope you enjoy 💜

(the title idea is a courtesy of @tafeekafee 💜)

I HATE TO ADMIT IT

SKZ Code was a fun content to shoot, it was work either way but at least they had fun. However that didn't mean they weren't tired sometimes when they had to record it and it also didn't mean they didn't suffer, like when Felix almost boiled inside a sauna.

This time they were driving to a rented house, after recording the first segment, on the countryside of Korea and split into two teams in separate cars: Lee Know, Felix, I.N and Hyunjin & Bangchan, Changbin, Han and Seungmin.

In Chan's car, he volunteered to be the driver and Lee Know in the other. The ride to the house wasn't supposed to be long, since it was located at a place not so far from where they departed. But things weren't gonna go smoothly.

A FEW HOURS BEFORE

Chan had woken up tired, which is normal given his position as leader and producer and how their schedules were far from being healthy ones, but this time he was way more tired than usual. He went to bed early and slept some good 8 hours straight, a given in his case, but he woke up feeling like he had pulled an all nighter.

His body was immensely tired and heavy, he was seriously believing he wouldn't be able to get up from the bed. But he needed to, there was no escaping their schedule, unless it was something really serious, which didn't seem to be the case.

He managed to sit up on the bed and contemplated for a while, every fiber of his being was telling him to stay home and rest but he didn't have much of a choice.

He just sat there, mind racing with countless thoughts and that heavy feeling all over his body.

A knock on the door broke his trance and brought him back to earth.

- Hyung? Are you up?

- Yes. I'll be out in a minute.

That familiar voice belonged to Seungmin who had gotten up early and decided that his mission would be waking up the others.

The leader continued to contemplate his life decisions for a few seconds before he forced himself out of the bed to have breakfast and get ready to leave.

Something deep inside his mind told him today wasn't going to be easy.

After eating breakfast and getting ready, the kids left to go record another episode of SKZ Code and while some were excited, Chan was worrying about what might happen to him.

BACK TO THE CAR

Han and Seungmin were in the back chatting and eating some snacks they got on the way to the house while Changbin was on the passenger's seat next to Chan.

The leader was smiling and let out a laugh every once in a while at the kids's antics.

Everything seemed to be going well, or so he thought.

That weird feeling of exhaustion he felt earlier at the dorm, had worsened a bit while recording and now it reached a level of being almost unbearable.

The chatting inside the car went from being enjoyable to annoying his increasingly worse headache. He didn't want to ask the boys to keep quiet so he was content with only turning down the music, which was a mistake on his part as it caught the boys' attention.

- Hyung? Why did you turn down the music?

Changbin said with a cute face and pouting at him.

Chan couldn't help but chuckle a bit at his dongsaeng's cuteness but decided to answer without revealing much.

- Sorry, my head is hurting a bit, that's all.

- Are you okay?

Han asked getting up from his seat so that he could get close to the older ones along with Seungmin.

- Yes. It's just a mild headache, don't worry.

- Okay.

Han answered going back to his seat and getting comfortable again.

- Sorry, hyung. Let's keep it down boys.

Changbin said looking at the others.

But what Chan said was a complete lie. He wasn't fine, it wasn't just a mild headache. His whole body was feeling heavy, since morning, and now to top it off there was a headache and a feeling of nausea building up in his stomach, at a rate faster than he'd hoped.

The road to the house seemed to have gotten long in the past few minutes and the pavement wasn't in its best conditions, there were wholes all around which was making it rather bumpy and that was the worst combo for Chan's headache and nausea.

At each bump, the car would jump a little and Chan's stomach was doing the same, everything he ate for breakfast and during recording was jumping around and turning inside of him, like a washing machine.

A certain turn on the road made the car hit a big bump and jump harder than before and if Felix was in that car, they'd be worried sick for his back because it would definitely had hurt. That movement earned painful "ow"s from everyone inside that car and Chan started to feel that it might've just been the last straw for him.

- Sorry guys, I didn't see it.

He said with a pained smile looking at the backseat from the rear view mirror and then at Changbin.

- It's okay, hyung. But this road is awful. How much longer until we reach the house?

- Not long, I hope.

Chan said with the same pained smile that quickly turned into a frown when he felt an air bubble coming up his throat. He muffled the upcoming burp but it left a foul acid taste in his mouth and that started to trigger everything.

While still trying to focus on the road, his stomach was now swirling around and he could feel it doing so, as if it was a bag full of liquid spinning around and making an awful gurgling sound.

He was almost sure the boys could hear it over their chatting.

Another air bubble made its way up but surprisingly, or not, it brought a bit of reflux as well, which caught him off guard. He brought a hand to his mouth to muffle the burp and when he felt the reflux he quickly suppressed a gag. Crisis averted, or so he thought because he didn't notice that the expression he made wasn't subtle at all.

- Hyung? Are you okay?

- Hm? Y-yes. It's just some reflux, I guess.

- Do you want some water?

- No, it's okay.

He did want water to get rid of the taste in his mouth but he knew that drinking it right now would be the worst idea.

Unfortunately, that gag was in fact the last straw because after it, his stomach was in complete turmoil, all the food sloshing around making him feel miserable and the nausea increasingly worse.

Out of instinct he brought a hand to his stomach pressing a bit and then rubbing it, trying to ease the growing discomfort.

But it wasn't helping and it definitely wasn't going to get better.

His whole body started signaling that things were gonna get bad pretty soon. A cold sweat took over him, he felt hot and cold at the same time, there was sweat dripping down his back.

He couldn't see it but he was sure the color had completely drained from his face and he'd guess his complexion was pale with dark circles under his eyes.

His breath was a bit shaky as well and he tried to control it but wasn't being successful.

Then his stomach cramped and started churning as well, the nausea hitting an unbearable level.

It wasn't a matter of "if" he was gonna throw up but "when".

And his stomach answered that impending question quite quickly.

A harsh cramp made it contract and send liquid up his chest, he could feel it coming but he was driving, he couldn't stop now.

When he felt it at his throat he started to swallow convulsively and clenched the steering wheel for dear life, he couldn't risk throwing up right now so he tried his best to keep on swallowing and he did it until his mouth was red and numb and his eyes were watery.

The feeling of relieve that washed over him when he managed to swallow it down was soon taken over by a strong feeling of dread. Because he knew he wouldn't be able to hold it in one more time.

His stomach contracted again, once more shooting up its contents, making them rush up his chest and throat. He gagged dryly and covered his mouth to suppress another one and that caught Changbin's attention.

- Hyung? What's wrong?

He asked with a voice full of worry turning to face his leader.

Chan couldn't really answer, he was afraid that if he opened his mouth he was gonna throw up, somehow he was holding onto to a last thin thread of hope that he wouldn't.

But he knew that wouldn't be the case and he would put their lives in danger if he insisted on driving while feeling sick like this.

And before he could even try to say something, his body spoke for him.

Chan still had his mouth covered when another gag broke through him and this time he couldn't stop it, he felt his mouth fill with vomit.

Thankfully Changbin was quick to react and grabbed his jacket that was on his lap and placed it under Chan's mouth just in time for the vomit to escape though his fingers soiling the piece of clothing.

- Oh my god, hyung. Stop the car.

Changbin said grabbing the steering wheel as well and guiding the car to a shoulder that, thankfully was only a few meters away.

As soon as the car came to a stop, Chan opened the door and leaned forward as a thick stream of partially digested food gushed out of him, hitting the ground with a sickening sound and unfortunately getting a bit on the door frame as well.

Changbin got out of his seat and made his way to the older boy, while Han and Seungmin just watched in shock.

- Aigoo, hyung. What's going on?

- I don't know...

Chan answered with a raspy voice and getting out of the car.

- I wasn't fe-

He tried to elaborate but was cut off by a gag that brought up more stomach content, hurting his throat in the process.

- Woah. Take it easy hyung.

Changbin said rubbing Chan's back as he proceeded to puke his breakfast and lunch onto the pavement.

- I'm sorry... I wasn't fe- I wasn't feeling well.

- Since when?

- Since morning. I woke up feeling strange, like, too tired.

- Why didn't you tell us?

- I didn't want to worry you guys or affect the shooting.

- Don't do that again, hyung.

- Okay-

Another harsh gag made him bend over again as another bout of vomit mixed with the putrid puddle on the ground.

- Aigoo~ that's it, hyung, get everything out.

Changbin reassured still rubbing Chan's back as his stomach continued to empty itself.

The two younger ones decided to call Lee Know to explain the situation while Changbin took care of Chan.

- Hyung, we just called Lee Know-hyung to tell what happened. He said he'll talk to the staff and will be waiting for us at the house.

- Okay. Thank you. Can you get me some water?

Seungmin looked for a water bottle inside his backpack, while Han recoiled a bit.

Seungmin noticed the strange behavior and after giving Changbin the water bottle he turned his attention to Han.

The young rapper had been nursing an annoying stomach ache since the recording and he had told the others about it, so Seungmin knew exactly where this was going.

- Hyung? Are you okay?

- No, I feel sick...I'm think I'm gonna throw up

- Oh.

The vocalist was taken aback for a moment but reacted quickly getting out of the car as well to stay by Han's side.

The sick boy kneeled down and dry heaved a few times before a productive gag brought up the food he ate during recording.

Seungmin kept patting his back and holding his hoodie back to prevent vomit from getting on it.

Han spat out a few times before throwing up again but he felt empty rather quickly.

- Here, drink this. Are you feeling better now?

- Yeah, thanks. My stomach was already hurting and seeing Chan-hyung throwing up didn't help.

He spat out a mouthful of water and got back into the car, trying to get into a comfortable position, given that his stomach was still hurting although he didn't feel nauseous anymore.

On the other side, Chan was still puking his guts out, while Changbin rubbed and patted his back trying to help his hyung.

- That's it, hyung. You're doing good.

A wet burp brought another wave of vomit making him sway forward but Changbin steadied him and guided him to kneel down.

- Damn it.

Chan cursed under his breath and then broke into a coughing fit that triggered his stomach again which now brought up stomach juice and a few pieces of food.

- Hyung, you'll hurt your throat if you keep this up. Why don't you lean back a bit and try to take deep breaths?

Chan sat down on the floor, leaning his back on the car and taking a few deep breaths. It worked, the nausea was still there but he wasn't feeling the urge to vomit, or at least not as strong as before.

- Here, drink some water.

- Thanks. I'm sorry for soiling your jacket.

- Oh don't worry about it. I can wash it later or you can give me another one.

Changbin joked, earning a chuckle from his leader.

A light breeze blew for a few minutes and Chan took that moment to try to calm himself down. He really wanted to lie down on a comfy bed but he didn't want to get inside the car when the probability of him vomiting again was still a bit high.

After a few minutes, the nausea hit a bearable level, bearable enough to last the rest of the trip to the house.

- Do you think you're good to go?

- Yeah. Can you help me up?

- Sure.

Changbin helped Chan stand up and waited a few seconds to see if the oldest would feel dizzy or sick again.

- You good?

- Yes. Let's go. Han also needs to rest.

Chan heard his first stray kid being sick at the same time as him so he knew the boy also wanted to rest. A long drive wouldn't do good for neither of them.

Changbin would be the one driving, while Chan would try to keep everything under control for the remaining minutes to the house.

Halfway through the drive, Chan started to feel nauseous again and Changbin noticed because the oldest was fidgeting in his seat and clenching his fists.

- Feeling sick again, hyung?

- yeah...a little.

- You can hold my hand if that'll make you feel a little more comfortable. Plus it feels weird if I don't hold something while driving.

- Thanks.

Chan did accept the offer, why try dealing with that alone when he had his dongsaeng there to help him?

Thankfully the rest of the ride had Chan controlling the urge and squeezing Changbin's hand from time to time but no other vomiting episode.

As soon as they arrived, he went straight into the bathroom and then directly to bed.

Since Lee Know and the others arrived earlier, they talked with the staff about Chan's condition and decided to have him sit out the rest of the recording and told him he could join them later if he felt better, but if not, there wouldn't be a problem.

While in other situations, the boys would test his patience during recording, they knew when to take things seriously. So they took turns to check on him between breaks and made sure to not make too much noise, without succeeding 100%.

Chan managed to rest, even though he could hear the ruckus downstairs.

Even if he was tired and sick, seeing the kids have fun always made him feel happy.

[skayafair]

Part 40

Ok so I've slept on it and have a few thoughts now.

First, I'm glad HG decided to tone down the emotional intensity of drama and tragedy - I thought it's gonna be difficult to listen to the finale after some s3 episodes, but s4 was mostly ok and the finale turned out to be lots of fun! I was smiling widely for the most of it. It even made me somewhat like Kayne! A little bit but still!

Second, we didn't "see" Noel die - great, he lives until proven otherwise. Arthur survived a similar injury, people in this universe are surprisingly durable. Noel lasted this long with a neck injury and didn't die - if Kayne didn't yeet him to some wilderness or worse, he'll live. Possible to pol up later.

Third, I thought Arthur was robbed of all his newfound allies, but I was wrong. Daniel and Marie are still in the picture, so Arthur has human "anchors", he's not alone anymore.

Who Arthur WAS robbed of, are allies who can go with him. Oscar is in the hospital and is abandoned in general, Noel... who knows where, and the surprising newcomer in Butcher's face is obliterated. It reminds me of how a lot of official "uncanon" spin-offs of different show return to status quo in the end of he series because they need to keep the cast the same and otherwise the whole outline of the show may change a lot. I'm not sure if that's the case with Malevolent since... yeah, we had a full season of a wider range of characters, but they were concentrated in the same location, which was convenient. How would this work in other cases? Plus, Arthur and John wete going on a vacation trip without anyone else anyway. Also, damn you Kayne for ruining this! They deserve the vacation!

So all in all we're back to where we started, more or less. It was a neat wrap up of the season, together with the location, new characters, some side quests and even a few answers (wild, I know).

For instance, now we know Yellow actually WAS the King in person. Seems like John is rather a big piece of him if Arthur didn't even notice any difference in the entity at first. I kinda liked my idea that Yellow might have been Kayne's creation completely, a simulacrum just for funsies, because Kayne's idea of fun is cruel. So there would have been Arthur suffering from loss of his dear friend and dealing with this ye olde version if him, John suffering either in Dreamlands or in the Dark World, and Yellow, suffering from all the confusion regarding his identity. Imagine how painful it is after all the efforts to remember, to be what you think you were, just to find out that you never were in the first place. All the "I AM THE KING" gone sour and groundless. That might have broken a newborn consciousness of Yellow, his adopted identity. But he also could have explored it and become something new altogether. Man I'd like to read a fic like that.

But he's the KiY, which is why not, too. He has some new info to work with. New lasting impressions to process. I bet those little adventures in the human world and time with Arthur, time with Larson, short and heated but still... connected argument with John won't go without a trace. Damn I wanted them to talk properly SO BAD and now we're unlikely to get it, ever 😭 But at least there was John, clearly uneasy with the idea of killing Yellow. I don't think it's just his concern about himself vanishing as well. He souned rather sympathetic towards Yellow when they talked about him with Arthur. This warms my heart.

Right. There are 3 things related to this.

John's attitude towards Yellow and the King (Yellow still has amnesia so I can't consider him the King, the personas are different) in pt 40, towards the complete separation from them reminded me of going full no contact with abusive/toxic family. It's hard, and one would often wonder if they survive on their own. Arthur having faith in him didn't ensure anything but helped, I think.

The King and John are fully separated now, so John must be safe-er (if Kayne didn't lie) and his journey is more his now. It isn't even remotely perfect since he's still stuck with Arthur but it's still good news. And I believe they don't have to worry about the King anymore. If he regains his memories, he'll know John is of no use to him anymore, and there's no use to try and hunt these two down since they'll win SOMEHOW eventually, anyway. They have powerful patrons. *wink wink*

Maybe some time later, like, muuuuch later, they will be able to talk properly. Like equals. To exchange experience, impressions. The King values art and knowledge, and so does John. I believe his curiosity is an inherent trait they both share. C'mon. The King is too possessive to let such a chance go. GIMME THEIR CONVERSATIONS I NEED THESE

Also, I'm concerned about Larson. Sure he's half-dead (seriously, 3 gunshot wounds in the body - stomach and back, - strangulation, eye snatching, and he's STILL alive, can he just roll over and die please? As a treat?), but physical form has never been his forte anyway. He successfully brainwashed Yellow and tried to do the same to John (ahaha that was a funny attempt, well, would have been, be John not losing himself at the moment, but the outcome was still pretty much predictable and laughable), his power is in his mind. His words are poison, and he can still speak. I am NOT ok with that. With what he can do to Yellow/the King. What if he talks him into something terrible again. Leave my bby be ffs, Yellow deserves some peace and quiet of his home in Dreamlands. Seriously, Larson is terrible to children and I've said it multiple times that Yellow really reminds me of a rebellious teenager.

Next, I've missed the first 5 minutes or so, so I don't know if it's relevant, but CAN SOMEONE PLEASE explain to me like I'm 5 what was up with the Butcher? It was the most out of blue twist ever. Why did he agree to help? Why did he go against Larson when he was so persistent before? I understand maybe admitting defeat and a respect towards Arthur and Noel who caught him, but helping? Was he promised to be set free of smth? I'll relisten fron the very beginning but uh will it really clear thus up?..

Also. When I said "some answers", it was really just a few. We still have no idea what's up with the 3 soldiers, that woman in the woods, the stone. Is Kayne going to show something about that?

And do we just leave the ultimate purpose, the separation device, sitting in that underground place, just like that?

And I did NOT like how defeated, lifeless Arthur sounded when he agreed to go with Kayne. What's the big deal?? He KNEW John was hiding something, knew it was important, could deduce there was some lie due to Johns intense interest in white lies topic, and it wouldn't have been a stretch to assume John really DOESN'T LIKE lying to him if it can be helped and wouldn't harm them (intentionally). Which, it couldn't. All this, prior to Kayne's appearance. All that conversation did was fill in the blanks. Now Arthur has a clear picture. John didn't say anything that could put a blame on himself. If anything, his actions and behavior make so much more sense now. Arthur is WELL aware about the fact that being left alone in the Dark World is John's WORST fear that came true and lasted. It was one thing to end up there the 1st time. Terrible, traumatizing, but how much WORSE it is to be thrown there again after John learned what it's like to NOT be alone, to be himself? To have hope? Just to lose it all. He called to Kayne only after a long time, when there was nothing to hope fore anymore and he could stand it any longer. Did he hope for Arthur to find him? Even if just a little? Just for that to never happen? And then Arthur's words in the mines, about "let's find each other there". Damn, my heart 💔

I understand Arthur may be somewhat shoked and there was no time to process, but if he's gonna be bitching up bout ANY of that, I'll be angry.

It just. It's the only explanation I can find for why he sounded so... like he gave up. Like the backbone he was relying on betrayed him. When none of that actually happened.

[sheri-da-goose]

I need to talk about a fic right now, it's by @fuddlewuddle so you know damn well it's gonna be an AMAZING FIC!!! It's like a whole new level of awesomeness!!!! Maverick and Rooster fall in love and get married, Mav never pulled his papers, but then something happens and roo roo ain't having it, they're separated for YEARS!!! He tells Mav NEVER talk to me again, and my baby boi he's sad his husband is angry with him and Mav is like "only update him when I die, he wants nothing to do with me" and I low key started bawling 😭😭😭. When they finally reunite for a uranium mission I was so excited to see pissed roo roo I won't lie 🙈🙈 I was so invested in the story, that when I finished the first chapter I was like "what it's over" not seeing the next chapter but then I saw it and I was so happy, I want to give Jake a piece of my mind and shake him up 😡, AND I wanna shake up Roo Roo!!!! I can't wait to see him find out about Mav and Roo Roo (please write that, I can't tell you how much I need it), This fic has taken a special place in my heart. It's not even finished yet, but it's already one of my top 10 fics! You HAVE to read it!!!!! ! I want my happy ending or I'ma throw fists🥺👊!!Anyway if you made it to the end of this and wanna read it it's called

-Like missiles falling from the sky (come and save us)-

by Fuddlewuddle

READ IT!!

http://archiveofourown.org/works/53874160

[abalovesfic]

Gonna talk more about The Book of Bill in this Ask. As well as ur answer to my 1st Ask:

"1. Preorders start today actually!!!!! It’s a really great zine and I’m excited to have been a part of it."

Nice!

"2. I do plan on finishing at least The Helpful Lie, I think I owe the fic that much and I have so much of it mapped out. That being said…"

I really do hope u will at least finish this fic someday. As well as Illumine and Cosmic Twins. And etc. I love these TAU fics dearly after all. However, I can wait. I have waited years for more of something, and I can take a long to post and stuff myself. And I can do the same with these things.

"3. Spending time in the Psych fandom has been so rewarding. This was the right time for me to transition into something else. I’m gonna put this vaguely for privacy’s sake— I needed a new fandom if I was going to engage healthily again. And honestly, I think in 7 months Psych has given me more support and community than 12 years in Gravity Falls ever did. (But that’s luck, considering I went to Psych con and met the people who live in my phone.) (And probably also demographics.)"

I am sad u feel like the GF community couldn't always give u the stuff that the Psych community did. I have had great times in the GF fandom(s) myself personally. Saying that, I am happy Psych and it's community is is making u happy right now.

"4. Obvi Gravity Falls and TAU are still the loves of my life and rn there’s this beautiful meld of Psych and Gravity Falls coexisting in my brain. Book of Bill was great and it reinvigorated something in me. So yes, I’ll come back eventually and write more but for now, I’m invested in my little queer detectives"

And I hope to see u and I am excited to see u come back more in/to the GF and/or TAU fandom(s) someday (like new chapters and/or fics. Etc.), but like I said, I am happy you are having fun with Psych right now. And/or having fun with a blend of Psych and Gravity Falls in ur mind.

Also, "Book of Bill was great and it reinvigorated something in me",

Cool!

Gonna talk more about this, but I will save that for it's separate Ask.

Thank you for ur Answer to my previous Ask.

:)

1/?.

Oof. Uhhhhhhhh.

I think it’s just the helpful lie I’ll be finishing. (Maybe cosmic twins.) I can’t go back to Illumine. I do not like to contradict canon and though I didn’t know Book of Bill would be a thing a the time, I still don’t like that my story arc was off and the fic is too far gone to change anything. I won’t delete it but I’m not finishing it.

I love the game of canon too much. I like having to work within its confines even if I’m going off the rails with an AU. It challenges me as a writer. So Illumine has lost its appeal, but The Helpful Lie has certainly gained some. I have thoughts about my dumb triangle son…

And ok ok… it’s not that Gravity Falls/ Tau wasn’t a great fandom with tons of love and support. It is! And forgive me if this gets TMI. But I felt like I would never be good enough for this fandom. All of my fic, cosplay the freaking fanzine I started, my whole thesis, every single academic conference I went to specifically to talk about the show, all of the work I put into to Gravity Falls: I was essentially destroying myself for a fandom that wouldn’t love me back with the same passion. I still LOVE Gravity Falls with my whole heart and soul. But that burnout still hurt me.

So this step back has been good.

And Psych is oddly different. I think the fandom is old enough now to be kind of its own thing— but going to Psych con was the eye opener. I was worried about being the new kid on the block in this fandom from 2006. But complete strangers have shown up for me, tried to help push my academic career by promoting my writing and trying to get me celebrity interviews (which didn’t work out but damn— I’ve never had folks do me those favors before just because they want me to succeed), among other things. It changed my perspective a lot to have total strangers hug me and tell me I had done so much.

That was very ranty and emotional because I’m super sleep deprived (Bill my son please hop into my brain and joy ride me around, leaving me to wake up in a Taco Bell and with half a chalupa. This flesh puppet is ripe for the takin’). But things have been good different in this new corner of the internet. And when I’m ready I’m gonna finish the helpful lie so that I can feel good about it and not like I’m jumping through hoops.

Oh and the blending in my brain looks like memes

[thunder-point]

I've just read all your fics in one go I can't believe I stumbled upon such wonderful writing when I was just mindlessly scrolling through pages. Thank you for your works! I especially love how you characterised izuku, his presence in your fics is top tier. I love I'll let it grow wild in my veins too, can we have any sneaky spoilers?🤣🤣

Aw, thank you so, so much! Sorry for the late answer. I don't even know if you'll see this because from what I remember we don't get notifications when our anon asks are answered :((( I hope you do, lovely anon!

My Izuku is truly an indulgence. I always try to explore other sides of him that perhaps aren't that shown in canon. I'm so glad you're enjoying him so much <3 Currently, I'll let it grow wild in my veins is in hiatus due to several reasons, but I've been working on the 11th chapter regardless of its state.

So here, dear anon. A hefty sneak peak: -----------

“Cuddling.” On Sasuke’s tongue, it’s almost a rasp. Naruto fists the fluffiness of their blanket under his chin, exhales slower. “You want me to tell you what I feel about cuddling, or do you want to cuddle?”

“More of the latter, not gonna lie,” Naruto mutters, and the fact that it yanks an immediate snort out of the Uchiha makes something throb, right behind his ribs.

The bed bounces with movement, and Naruto tries to be less aware of it, but it’s a loud thing. Crisp under his attention - even more so when he’s faced with Sasuke’s front towards him. With a warm, big hand cradling the dip of his hip through their blanket.

“You need to come closer for it to be a cuddle,” comes the whisper. And Naruto - he wished it would hit his lips, minty and hot in a breath. “Why are you so clenched?”

Something ugly, different escapes out his throat. A laugh, but not really. Foreign. Naruto gives in, closes his eyes with a flutter when he slides closer and feels it - Sasuke’s puff of breath breaking against his mouth, his nose. The hand on his hip becomes a whole arm, draped over his waist like a tentative thing.

“You’d think this is your first time ever cuddling,” Sasuke goes on, and his voice lowers even more. It becomes a single string that you touch with your finger, just to hear its quiet response. “Unlikely, with how many friends you have.”

“You consider cuddling a friend activity?” Naruto asks, loose with amusement. He’s honestly happy that he can get it out in such a simple way. Casually.

“I think you consider it like that,” Sasuke murmurs.

“I think so too,” Naruto says, matching his tone. And he thinks it true. For all his life, nuzzling up with someone was just something to feed his touch-starved moments.

Cuddling is platonic.

Same as with a hand on someone’s thigh, his hand in someone else’s. A soft scratch at his nape, a ruffle of his hair. It’s a simple thing, it had no label on it. Nothing to separate it in a little box, to deprive him of it. For others maybe - for others, they might be signs of different affection. Little, intimate indulgences that signal to them that the other person gives love, owns, takes.

But- But tonight, maybe, he gets it. As Sasuke continues to look at him with the softness of a person looking to rest, and trails his hand up Naruto’s spine, fingers tracing the line of his spine idly, he kind of starts to understand how it could be treated as such an alluring sign.

It’s not because of the gesture. Or for others, perhaps it is. But for Naruto, it’s becoming something along the lines of it’s Sasuke. His hands are doing it, him. His gesture, his intimacy spread across Naruto’s skin, his body. It has him curling his legs, it has him unstable in the breath, in the heart. Naruto can’t close his eyes, can’t sleep, for all he feels is a bubbling want, and he’s selfish about Uchiha Sasuke.

A few nights ago this would have been only an intriguing thing to try, something uninhibited and easy, a wonder about how Sasuke cuddles. But now, it’s a mounting need, and he knows he can’t truly have it.

Because Sasuke thinks Naruto’s way of cuddling is purely platonic. It would have been. It truly would.

If it wasn’t fucking Sasuke cradling his back with those nimble fingers of his. Him breathing against Naruto, relaxed and so at ease with entertaining the blond. If it wasn’t this shift in him, something captured only the Uchiha.

He’s the only one daring to step on the cracked bridge that makes all of Naruto’s romantic nature, and he looks to also be the only one to make it hold stable under his feet.

Naruto grits his teeth, and through the buzz of stupid decisions, of selfishness, he nuzzles his nose against Sasuke’s cheek. Holds there for a second, eyes closed tight, aware of the hand on his back stilling in an instant. Even this, even this may be taken as a gesture to be discarded in the casual pile, for Sasuke truly thinks that Naruto is doing it for platonic reasons.

He exhales into Sasuke’s skin, feels the corner of his mouth right against his own, and with a painful beat, he lowers his face until he’s hiding it into his neck. The hand on his back shifts to his nape to accommodate him, just like that. Nimble fingers already tangling into the short hair there, and Naruto’s self begins to shake anew. Harder, harder, then softer. Steadier.

“This is nice,” he says, ignoring the crack of his voice, spoken right into Sasuke’s jutting collarbone. The Uchiha doesn’t seem to mind it either, for he only gives a husky, slow hum. Sleepy, calm.

Yeah, it’s nice, Naruto thinks again, and then it finally, truly settles. But it’s not platonic for me anymore. 

Not anymore.

[princess-of-the-corner]

the villain competency thing was something I was thinking about recently like. at least with Gabriel we have the whole kids vs adults, new generation vs old generation type thing and we didn't know much about him other than he was bad. additionally, since he was Adrien's dad, he had a control over him even without the sentinonsense. he posed a threat on both sides of the fight.

With Chloe and Lila, we were given them as civilians except they've made one so stupid that she's become an illiterate puppet scapegoat and the other can't even lie well without making other actually established smart people stupid enough to fall for it. And yeah they tossed in that bs with her fooling three separate adult women but like, idk i feel like that says more about them being incredibly negligent parents than it does about her cause is she just doing it for fun? what's that got to do with our heroes at this point in time? what's it show besides the fact that rather than making Lila actually great at manipulation you decide to show her manipulation by giving us scenes of something more "horrible" than her lying about knowing celebrities to a bunch of high school kids.

so if they decide to make this dumb blonde and plot armor liar our Big Villains from this point forward, they've got their work cut out for them. Like they're gonna keep retconning shit so it doesn't actually matter but if they cared at all about continuity then they can't make Lila the main lead villain without making her or the miraculous team look useless. If they're going with the callback to whatever scared her at the end of season 5 and have that help her be the main villain then damn she couldn't even do the evil shit herself huh? and if it's mainly just her and the akumas then high chance they'll toss in the heroes and have them be just as dumb as when they were around her at school. but then it'd be "why did Marinette give miraculouses to such pathetic heroes?" in the same vein of "wow the class was stupid enough to believe Lila's shitty lies" and it wouldn't even be their fault, it would be because they keep giving Lila plot armor. at the very least, the fact that Gabriel just kept doing the same thing over and over and kept losing was because that was established before they decided to be more story driven.

Chloe can't be smart. Austruc would absolutely refuse. so then you run into the same problem again except this villain is easy to beat and if you're all going against her at once then you're all the bullies at that point tbh. but also like, 18 vs 1?? gross. And she wouldn't even be a fun villain if she was stupid either. nowhere near Team Rocket levels of amusing cause at least they were their own characters. if they decide to make her a senti, it'll be bad either way cause they're def not gonna add any nuance to that. if they decide to make her good (highly highly highly doubt), it's going to be like those fics where Chloé has to go through so much shit as "punishment" that she's basically going deeper than the rock bottom of being literally abandoned by her dad and being abused by her mom that it's still a salt fic no matter how you spin what side she's on.

it's just like, the worst of characterizations of these characters and you picked every single bad story thread/end of each story arc of the past few seasons and it's a mess i don't have confidence in their writing to fix. but considering the writers' (specifically Austruc tbh) tendency to "we do what we want when we feel like we need to" attitudes to plot (side eyes that tweet about timeline) then highly doubt they'll even touch on old shit cause, as said by a different tweet, the Agreste Family Arc is over. they're def just gonna move on.

Yeah it's a mess

[blingblandfanfic]

Lup and Barry clone Taako

i've been dabbling in taz fic lately, and i started this and realised i only wanted to write this scene, and thus didn't want to flesh it out further LMAO

one scene isn't enough to post on ao3, but it is enough to post on tumblr ;)

It starts with Lup’s hovering.

Her metaphorical hovering, that is, not her literal hovering. It’s been a month, maybe a bit more since they’ve defeated the Hunger, and on account of being a lich with no legs, she’d have to drift from place to place for all that time.

Taako doesn’t know why she and Barry haven’t made her a new body, but whatever.

To be honest, it takes a while for Taako to even notice her metaphorical hovering, let alone be bothered by it. There’s something about being separated for over a decade that’s made it so that neither of them can be apart for too long without getting panicky about it. But as Taako soaks up sister time, his Lup quota fills up a little bit faster every day until it’s almost back to pre disappearance levels. 

He’d expected it to be the same for Lup, but she’s still clingy. Still hovering. Metaphorically. It’s obvious that there's something she wants to tell him, and he’s never known her to be shy about anything, so he’s waiting for her to spit it out herself. 

One night, when she’s decided to ‘sleep’ in Taako’s bed instead of Barry's, she finally plucks up the courage to ask whatever she wants to ask him.

“Taako. How much do you love me?”

“What do you want?” his eyes are closed, but if they weren’t, they’d be squinting suspiciously. 

“Seriously, babe, just answer the question.”

“You’re my heart, duh,” if this is what she’s been worried about the whole time, then Taako’s gonna be pissed. 

“How would you like to make that literal?”

He finally pulls open an eye to see his sister, floating ominously above him, “and what the fuck do you mean by that?”

If Lup had a face, she would use it to give him a bashful smile. 

“Well… we need like, a lot of DNA samples in order to create a clone, and it was easy for Barry because he always had access to his body but–”

“But your body is dust,” Taako closes his eyes. 

“Hey, we’re already technically clones of each other! We just need to do it manually this time!”

“It’s still fucking freaky, though!” he sits up on his elbows, “I don’t wanna go about my day knowing there’s a version of me growing in a test tube!”

“Then don’t think of the clone as you, dummy, it’ll be my body, I just… won’t be in it, for a while.”

“Oh my god,” he slumps back onto the mattress, “when the fuck did this become our life?”

“I think we were pretty much locked in the moment we got the IPRE acceptance letters,” she floats down to lie on Taako’s body, her not-face propped up by her hands. “Seriously, though, if you really don’t wanna do this, then it’s fine. We’ll figure something else out.”

“Oh yeah, like what? Possess some poor schmuck and spend the rest of your days running from Kravitz? No way, this is the easier option.”

“I have a feeling you’re not fully 100 percent on board with this.”

“Yeah, of course I'm not! Who wants to be cloned? But I’m doing it anyway because you’re my sister, and I want to fucking hug you.”

“God, same,” Lup sighs, “and I want to bang my husband,” she ignores Taako’s retching, “it’s just that we have to be really careful about this, now that me and Barry are working for the Raven Queen and all, we have to make sure this is super duper ethical. Cloning is super light necromancy, and she’s barely willing to let us do it.”

“Fine,” Taako raises his hand, “you have my full unequivocal consent to clone my body and bang your husband with it. I just don’t want to see the fucking thing until you’re in it. Do you need that in writing or what?”

“Actually, yeah. Like I said, the Raven Queen is being super strict about it. Kravitz says we’re lucky she’s letting us do this at all. I guess being the saviors of the universe helped us out there.”

“She also has a big soft spot for Kravitz. She’s like his Mom.”

“Aww, really?”

“He can deny it all he wants, but I know the truth. He blushes like a motherfucker when I bring it up.”

“Ha!” She barks out a laugh and sits up, “I'm definitely gonna bring that up the next time I see him,” she floats off him and makes for the wall– doors are obsolete to a lich– but she pauses, turning back to face him. He can almost imagine her face in the empty darkness that is her hood, a reflection of his own, but far more open and gentle than he’s ever allowed himself to be. “Seriously–”

“Seriously,” he raises his hand, “I'm cool with it. Now can I go the fuck back to sleep?”

“Yeah,” she says, soft, with a hint of a smile, “you can.”

[andvys]

I printed out chapter 15 of IKYLLATK and I have started taking notes. I will be writing a full review within the next few days. But, I wanted to get my preliminary thoughts first.

Okay, so this installment is equal parts fluff and pain. I actually do enjoy reading Steve/Reader fics where they end up together. But, with the way this story is going, it's really up in the air whether Steve and Cheer are going to be endgame or if it's going to be Eddie and Cheer. Honestly, I wouldn't be upset if Eddie and Cheer do get together by the end of this.

As I said before, IKYLLATK is essentially an AU of Everlong if Everlong-Steve had actually gotten his head out of his ass and dated his childhood best friend. Of course, in both fics, he still fucks it up.

Not going to lie, I say that I love happy endings and fluff. I love reading them because the world is difficult enough as it is. However, I am also a sucker for angst. I enjoy reading a good angst fic. If there's a happy ending, I'm even happier.

Anyhoo, as I'm reading the fic and just trying to understand Cheer's journey as she's navigating heartbreak, I have to wonder, why is she hung up on Steve even after the way he treated her? Then, it occurred to me as I was rereading chapter 14.

Best friend Steve treated Cheer a lot better than Boyfriend Steve. And Cheer fell in love with the Steve who was her best friend. To me, once he had Cheer as his girlfriend, Steve was looking for something else. Another challenge, maybe? He was never satisfied with what he had so, while he was with Cheer, his eyes wandered and he didn't treat Cheer the way he should have.

Meanwhile, we have Eddie who is an empathetic and decent person. Eddie is kind and empathetic and he has no expectations of getting into anyone's pants. Even before he and Cheer became friends, he was concerned about her wellbeing. And that, to Steve, made him (Eddie) more dangerous.

Like, when it comes to Billy flirting with Cheer, Steve knows nothing would happen between the two of them because Cheer would never go for a guy like that. But, if it's Eddie and Cheer? When she's healed and ready to move on, she could love Eddie. And Steve knows that Eddie isn't the idiot who would throw that love away. Eddie isn't Steve and it shows.

There's more I want to explore about this chapter because there's so much to unpack. Like, I definitely can't wait for karma to reach Steve because it's long overdue. I definitely want him to suffer. But, more importantly, I want Cheer to heal and move on from Steve. I want her to know her own worth and know that she's deserving of love, that she's interesting as her own person, and that not everyone just wants her for sex. There's more to it than that but I'll stop there.

In any event, I'm glad she has Eddie in her corner. I said it once and I'll say it again. Whether or not Eddie's feelings for Cheer are platonic is up in the air. But, what I can say is that even if his feelings for Cheer are romantic, he's not going to do anything while she's vulnerable because he's not the type to prey on emotionally vulnerable people. He's not a predator and he knows that it isn't what Cheer needs. And that definitely separates Eddie from Steve.

I will be writing more as soon as I finished my notes. But, this installment was a ride. I know you mentioned that we will see more flashbacks of Cheer and Steve's relationship. I have a feeling that I'm going to need to squeeze a stress ball while I'm reading it. But, I definitely can't wait. Thank you!

I cannot wait to read your review!!

I do love the happy endings as well, and I need them for every one of my stories! But the angst during the stories is also fun, and it keeps things interesting 👀

Steve was definitely a better friend than a boyfriend. And you will absolutely need a stress ball when you will read the flashback scenes… I’m not gonna spoiler anything but, you will see how terribly he treated her, how he changed into a whole different person shortly after they started dating

Eddie is amazing, he’s a good friend and he is so selfless. He would never consider to act on his feelings, especially while she’s still so vulnerable and definitely not over Steve.

He loves her without expecting anything from her in return.

Oh and you’re right, reader fell in love with best friend Steve, the one who was still nice and sweet, the one who treated her well, the one who never did her wrong and she held onto that Steve, during their relationship and even afterwards :(

[metaphoricgibberish]

it was in NO way a shit ending, fuck that one anon!!!!!!!! i too for selfish personal reasons (like this story made me cry more than once) wanted their reunion to somehow work out and for them to somehow get back to that earlier place. but you really did service to both characters. that chapter hurt to read! in the best way. it felt so uneasy and precarious, but how could it have been anything else? like how would’ve that dynamic actually served violet well? of course she took what happened and ran with it the only way she would know how to, like she had no other tools to navigate that given her state of being? an affair with joel or anyone wouldn’t have been enough to help her get better even under normal circumstances, where it wasn’t illegal lol for the joel you developed in this story (whom i loved a lot and who is such an incredibly written blend of an original character with qualities that feel SO true to and inspired by canon too), of course this joel could not have carried on in good faith in those eight months if he reached out to her. i think he clearly had a conscious and his choices, however flawed, made sense. none of this is to say your ending was expected because i had no idea what was gonna happen and this hurt but the emotional arc of it all resonated. oof i am so curious what the original ending you had planned was? but get if you don’t want to share! i have already said too much and i could say so much more but your writing already says it all, perfectly. anon would probably have to spend a whole lifetime trying to write a sentence as well and as beautifully as you do, so they can fuck off and write the version they want when they manage to stop yapping hate and contribute something of value 🙄 i’m going to go lie down now though because that did suck. my delulu brain will choose to believe there will seamlessly work through this. it won’t be deeply complicated and painful at all hehe. excited for whatever else you’re working on ❤️

thank you so much, my dear.

i know it's hard to read a story with an upsetting or ambiguous ending, so i do understand. this is not usually my MO, i'm very HEA coded-- as the kids say lol.

i think we forget how brutal and cold joel can be-- especially in the game-- a lot of fics (my own included) soften him to the point of being unrecognizable. that's not to say this joel is close to canon at all, he's literally a doctor lmao, but i wanted to try to lean into the reality of this situation. there's no path forward that could have ever resulted in joel being happy about an unplanned pregnancy with a patient. in the beginning he was motivated by carnal desire and loneliness, and at the end, he is driven by fear and self-loathing, for abandoning his morals, for making such a grave mistake. and violet could never get everything she needed from joel, even if she-- in her delusion-- thinks that she could.

my original draft for this story was entirely different, and not nearly as interesting i think. i had not planned for a pregnancy. i'd planned for them to separate when the investigation started, but for joel to give up his job and chose to be with violet instead. in that draft violet was not nearly as delusional, not nearly as unreliable, and not nearly as chaotic as she turned out to be in my final draft. i don't think that story would have said anything, if that makes sense. there would have been no consequences for joel's actions, violet wouldn't have been nearly as complex, and the plot would have felt very one-dimensional. i wanted this to be a statement on humanity, on our mistakes, on how we let certain things drive us forward, on how lonely it is to feel all these things and think we're alone in our feeling of them. my original draft did nothing but paint a strange relationship and tie a bow on it at the end.

thank you so much for your kind words, i'm so glad you enjoyed this story. and don't worry about the anon lol, these kind of messages make getting those worth it.

<3 <3 <3

[nicegaai]

Ch 5:

Im a little proud of myself for trying to give everyone separate typing quirks. Timo types like a terminally online goober and Ber always ends sentences with a period boomer-style… etc… idk. I thought that was fun. I don’t remember all the details of my texting hcs anymore so I’ll be winging it going forward

Did ao3 break my formatting? Im pretty sure that was supposed to be a “:3” :-( they killed my kitty smile…

Ohhhhh!! This was the ch I finally got a little horny with it, for real. Nice. I think I was like, ‘okay I need to work myself up to actually making this fic nsfw’ … lmao. Im still nervous about actually making them fuck I cannot lie…

WHY DID I CALL EMIL HIS NEXT VICTIM ,,,,,, oh wait I meant like. After touching on Ber he went for Emil next. That ws kind of a fucked up way to say it. I did not like that. But honestly, warranted

Literal actual basic typo. I know exactly what happened there, it was a tense thing and I was clicking thru edits too fast … FUCKK !!!!! 

Cuckold Berwald Real. TO ME. I should have made that exchange funnier. There was squandered opportunity…

THIS S IS SO OOO OO OOOOOO O. OOO OOOOOOOOOOO stupid. I hated that line. Im going to cry. Norgway my delusional insane king . Role model for children around the world. Worlds best brother. i think I have given myself a tension headache

ANOTHER TYPO HELLO?????? Once again I know exactly what happened in the editing process, that was on me for going too quick. Im a dumbass for not noticing until now 

Yeah okayyyyy… I might be a little bit of a bad person for writing this fic. This is so awful, lmao. Cest la vie…

LajglkjsdgjkajksdgjlkalkjdaljKJLkjlsjALKJLGAKSJDGLA I can barely handle this what the ehll man what the hell wha the hell im in distress. I shut my laptop on accident. Yay Emil is being included by his loving considerate older brother figure. This is so evil actually I need to take a walk or SOMETHING.

Emil my beloved king of reading the room incorrectly. He’s just like me frrrrrr

That line sucks. I hated that. Mads would not talk like that wtf. Im going to leave a mean comment on this fic OP needs to know. its WAYYY too late to change it though im just gonna get over it and move on. Sorry for having bad taste last year im a different person now <3

Oh this is so bad. Thats so BADDDDD. im having a GREAT time!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hav u ever um >< been to a pride parade? Girl im going to kill myself this is so much

Im so mean to Mathias. Brainless senseless manwhore with no moral compass. This AU rules

Damn okay bad writing strikes again. This whole section needed another rewrite. I could still fix this. I could make it funnier. I could even describe something for once

AWWW. AWWWWHHHHHHHHHH. Oh my god I adore these guys. i LOVEEEEEE them. Kicking my feet + cartoon hearts circling my head

OH.

OH . OHH. oH NO. AIIEEEEEEEEUUGHGHNNNNSNDNGDNNSGDNSGNSNDNGNSDGNN STOP IT SOPT IT STOP ITTTT AUUGHGH

I don’t want to read this. I know I wrote this horribly. i did NOT expect to run into full on smut already. Jesus h christ … Save meeeeeeee

Ok no sorry this is exactly the kind of reaction I need to desensitize myself to if Im hoping to write an orgy ending. Which uhhh spoilers ofc I am. Its going to build character , for me personally, because I am so so averse to writing porn. We r going to do it. im gonna do it. And right now i gotta read this <- hyping myself up

Um right so. This is really bad and I don’t want to be here. I am not sure how to enjoy this. I want to be enjoying this but I kind of want to jump into a volcano (not sexually).

And its over SORRY FOR BEING DRAMATIC THAT WAS LIKE 3 PARAGRAPHS TOPS. MY GOD. 

Everything I write is cringe to me and porn is like 10x as bad (this is why i needed the liveblog accountability to stay motivated). im sorry for subjecting anyone reading this to my poor self esteem. I will continue to be like this though<3

EMIL REACTIONS. I LOVE REACTIONS. I love the grappling with wtf is going on in this AU. Thats my favorite. The implications. TEE HEE

“Berwald is an only child with “my mom will never get grandchildren” gay guilt, and Timo, also gay, has two sisters—Sápmi (older) and Åland (younger). I’ll edit the previous lore A/N soon.” <- OHHH ok I did say something. Good. I forgot about Åland tho sorry girl. Maybe add fixing that A/N to the list of things I need to edit bcz uhhhhhh

im attempting my fic reread today. im announcing this bc i will be liveblogging to keep my morale up, NOT THAT anyone cares but i personally need this, like ill only commit to do the thing if theres an imaginary audience holding me accountable. & i like to have fun :3

anyway. captains log, its a beautiful sunny july weekend. i just finished my morning coffee, and, i am dreading this so much. i dont like rereading my own writing but i shall get over it. ok here we go.

Þetta Reddast vagueblogged directors commentary edition

Ch 1:

*opens fic and starts convulsing immediately* god i wish i smoked weed rn. i cannot chill out ever for the life of me

My Mission For Today Is: to remember what plot threads I’ve left hanging so I can resolve this story properly. And also try n remember where the flow is going. I have the end plotted out, I just am a little lost … it’s been a while :-(

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Abrupt beginning!!!! I’m not mad because I have . I HAD. Almost no writing experience when I started this. it isn’t ideal but I refuse to be one of those fanfic writers that starts rewriting early chapters without finishing the last ones. Ive never seen one of those types actually finish a longfic. …I’d already rather yap than actually read LMAO AHH

Oh this is worse than I remember. thats cool that s great ok alright *coughs up blood*

"20 somethings" WOW I really did not know where I was going with this when I started huh

LKJSDLKSJDLGKGDJSLDGJK ??? Who authorized this. Who let me cook. What the hell

I could write this better now. I could edit this into something beautiful. <- devil on my shoulder

FORGOT I WAS MAKING RICE BRB

"generously offered nothing to the exchange." wait STOPPPP. I’m so funny

GRAMMAR ERROR DETECTED why is there two periods. I’ll be coming back to fix that …………………. :-(((

Fuck. This is a lot. Marge Simpson Hiding Her Face dot Png

Oh this is stupid this is gayyy this is fukcinnn . Who fucking did t his. What was wrong with me,. This is so good actually. what was i ONNNN. 

Im gonna throw up and I don’t know if thats like/. A complimentary thing or if im just cringing that hard . Im feeling emotions. I love my OTPs..OT3~5? I love them so so much

Ok as much as im like “eww bad writing” this is .. dare I say, rly good in places. Not to suck my own dick but maybe all hope isnt lost and imposter syndrome is an illusion

Grammar mistake #2. Goddddddd. they should ban me from the archive for this

EMILLLLL EMIL EMIL EMIL HIIIIII BABYYYY EMILLL I LOVE UUUU AWWHUUGHH everyone clap for my bewoved baby bruvver right FUCKING now

Urghhh gritting my teeth… Im fully expecting the flow of events to start not making any gd sense. There’s no way this came together the way I hoped in my head and .... For real I was never able to read this all the way thru. this is my first time, lol. and it was all disjointed on the authorial end to say the least. Im scared T-T

Jlxjvklsdkjfsjlkdkjlsjklkljzsdkjlgaskljdgjklasljkgdljkasljkdgjklasjlkdgljkaskljdgjakl?????????? 

Im not liking the ratio of dialogue to whatever the other stuff is. scene-setting I guess. prose maybe. i could have dragged this out way longer... By which I mean made it a more satisfying read. But WHATEVER !!!! 

TIMO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TIMOOOOOOOOOO NUMERO UNOOOO DO MUNDOOOOOO I really need to utilize him more. As soon as I finish this fic I need to write a Timo POV spinoff where he gets cancelled on furry twitter for proshipping in real life

Hmmmm chapter ending didn’t hit as hard in practice as it did in drafts. Oh well. God damn that was a lot to happen in one chapter LMAOO???

OH SHIT MY RICE IS STILL COOKING —— 

[becca-e-barnes]

Hear me out — Bucky would love every inch of your body. As he’s taking down your panties, he grabs each leg and worships them as if he was born to do it. And even though you’re surprised, he gives the most sensual, tender foot kisses on the arch of your soles that send spasms through your body. It’s almost enough to send you over the edge just by the way his lips move over your erogenous zone. Could you please extend on this tenderness in one of your upcoming works, or even a Drabble? Love your work🥺🥺

I cannot lie besties, I think this is my favourite fic I’ve ever written. This is one of the only times I’ve proof read a fic of my own and it’s made me all 🥵 I am so here for intimate, married!bucky. Anon, if you don’t write fics, please start because this request had me low-key shook. Definitely not a foot fetish piece, dw

(Also I start my new job next Monday!! I have most of this week off so I’m hoping to write a lot of my requests and post them this week so apologies if it feels like a spam)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 3.4K

Summary: Your first date night with Bucky after you have your second baby

Warnings: Smut, daddy kink, slight breeding kink, unprotected sex (pls wrap it), married!bucky, oral sex (f receiving), multiple orgasms, alcohol mention, marriage kink? possessive Bucky, alcohol mention, lil implied voyeurism, feet do come up but not in a fetishy way? Fluff, mentions of past trauma (nothing specific)

Minors, do not interact

It was your first real date in months, a whole evening planned out by Bucky. He had told you not to worry about a thing, he would sort your outfit, book the table and call your parents, all you knew was that you had to be ready by 6pm. You dropped your kids to your parents house at 3pm together, giving them a few extra kisses goodbye since you wouldn’t see them until the following day. Ollie was so excited to spend the night with his grandparents, he almost couldn’t have cared you and Bucky were leaving him and Lily, your youngest, wouldn’t be any the wiser since she was only seven months.

Coming back home was almost torture for Bucky, knowing the house was empty, there would be no interruptions if you both decided to blow off some steam before dinner but given how fancy the restaurant he had booked for dinner was, you both had so much to do to get ready. So instead he tried to contain himself, building up the suspense as much as possible. You showered in separate bathrooms, Bucky taking time to neaten up his beard in the steamed up mirror, chest glistening with water, towel wrapped around his hips, meanwhile you got dried and dressed, loving the black floaty dress he’d chosen. The huge slits up either side were more daring than you were used to, your legs peeking out as the material fluttered around them when you walked but you knew you looked good and Bucky would love it. He had picked out a pair of strappy heels too, making your legs look longer and slimmer and some gold jewellery, knowing how much you liked your accessories to tie in with your wedding bands. Your hair and makeup didn’t take too long and around 5:30, Bucky joined you already dressed in his suit.

“Hot. Fucking. Damn. Mrs Barnes, you are breathtaking.” He was looking at you like he’d never seen anyone so stunning in his entire life, eyes hungrily drinking in the sight of your legs through the splits in the dress and how the shape of the bodice made your waist look even neater.

“If you keep looking at me like that, we aren’t gonna make it to dinner.” You teased seductively and you could swear you heard an actual growl leave his throat. Fuck, he was half hard already, cock stirring as his head swam with all things you, his need only heightened by the smell of your perfume.

“We don’t have to go. Could stay here and let me eat you instead.” He offered, making you laugh since you knew he was completely serious. He crossed the short space between you, slotting in neatly behind you, your back pressed to his broad chest as he took in the sight of you both in the full length mirror.

“Who would’ve thought the mother of my children would be so damn sexy? Two kids later and you look even more beautiful than the day I married you.” He purred, his dick twitching in his trousers against the swell of your ass, lips buried in your hair behind your ear as he spoke. His hands were wandering slowly from your waist, trailing his fingertips down to where the fabric split to expose your thighs. As much as you were enjoying yourself, you just couldn’t spoil the surprise you had lined up for later so you pulled away, stepping to the wardrobe to pull out a little gold clutch.

Bucky lived for the tease. You knew that, hell, it was even evident from the dress he had picked out for you. He loved to be riled up and kept that way and he knew he had all the time in the world tonight.

Dinner was absolutely unbelievable, the restaurant had been so fancy, dimly lit by candles, Bucky spending all night admiring how the flames danced on the skin of your collarbones. You looked nothing short of stunning and he couldn’t keep his hands off you, his fingers wandering under the table to grasp your ankle when you had your legs crossed, trailing gently up your calves, never getting any higher than your knee. He wasn’t making it easy to focus on making conversation, that’s for sure. It was lovely to go out and not have to worry about the kids, reaffirming the fact that you very much still had a life of your own outside of being a mother, something that you hadn’t really felt recently. Compliments poured out of Bucky in the same way he poured the champagne from the iced bucket beside you both, telling anyone who asked that you were celebrating having some “alone time” as new parents.

“You know, I still fall harder in love with you every single morning.” He smiled during dessert, one hand holding his spoon, the other stroking your leg under the table. “I can’t take my mind off you. No matter what I’m doing. You and the kids are my world. You gave me the two biggest blessings I never thought I would have. You just blow my mind, you know that? Still can’t believe you married me.” Your heart ached in your chest hearing him open up like that. He was the best dad to your kids and you loved him endlessly so it hurt a little hearing how he still couldn’t believe this life was his.

It was that romantic vulnerability that fuelled you both as you headed out to get a cab back home, Bucky trying to keep you close, never letting his hand leave your waist. You were his and he wanted to do everything he could to show that off.

It didn’t take long before you were stumbling in through the door to your empty house, Bucky’s lips on your exposed neck in the cold evening air making you shiver as you unlocked the door. Before you even really had time to think, Bucky had you pressed against the door, his lips firm and insistent on your own.

“Thought about this all night angel. Since I saw you in that dress, I’ve been thinkin’ bout taking it off you. You know how hot it is? Knowin’ we’re married, that you’re actually all mine?” His words came out in a breathy gasp, pure lust taking over.

“Bucky, fuck, bedroom.” You whined, your back arching away from the door, needing to be closer to him, pressing your chest flush with his. A growl escaped his throat as his hands wrapped around your exposed thighs, picking you up and carrying you to drop you unceremoniously onto the bed before layering his body on top of yours again in a passionate kiss. It was all teeth and tongues and needy gasps, pouring all his love and adoration of you into a single gesture. His suit jacket and tie were discarded quickly, your hungry hands gripping his back through his shirt, needing to feel him against you.

“God, you’re keen tonight aren’t you angel? All worked up for me?” He cooed softly, pulling back to unbutton his shirt and take in how beautifully disheveled you were beginning to look underneath him.

“Yes daddy, need you, fuck.” You whimpered, tearing a groan from Bucky’s throat. His fingers stopped working on his buttons for a second to press his growing bulge in his trousers to your core that was still covered by the front slip of fabric of your dress. You knew the effect that title had on him when it fell from your lips like that and you loved it.

“Fuck, gonna treat you so well tonight angel. Gonna take this pretty little body apart. You won’t even believe how good daddy is gonna make you feel.” He went back to undoing his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and letting it drop to the floor before grasping your right foot in his hand.

“Bet these heels weren’t comfortable toots, lemme take them off for you.” He cooed softly, finding the buckle and undoing it, unwinding all the straps that clung up your legs. With the shoe finally discarded you let out a little hum of relief, Bucky’s cool metal hand squeezing your aching foot nicely. Your eyes closed, lying back on the bed, letting him work his magic until you felt his mouth press to your sensitive arch, lips soft and smooth as his hand continued squeezing. You hadn’t expected it to transport you straight to heaven but it did, little groans falling from you. Noticing you were loving the attention, Bucky’s touch became heavier, his kisses more open mouthed, teeth grazing the most sensitive areas, making you shiver.

“Feels so good Bucky.” You whined, eyes squeezing shut as his teeth grazed your sensitive arch once more, his stubble rubbing against your heel nicely.

“Oh honey, is daddy making you feel so good you’re forgetting how to be a good girl? Daddy’s mouth knocking all thoughts from that pretty little head? Don’t worry angel, no punishments tonight. Daddy just wants to make you feel good.” As he spoke he had undone the strap on your left shoe, giving it the same attention. You hadn’t even noticed you had slipped up and used the wrong title but you couldn’t have cared with his flesh hand now working your right foot in time with his metal hand and his mouth on your left. You were practically blissed out already, aware your pussy was dripping from so much intimacy. This wasn’t something you and Bucky had tried before but you knew it would absolutely come up again on those nights he was intent on worshipping your body.

After feeling like he had given your feet enough attention, his mouth drifted to your ankle, kissing along it, trailing his wet lips higher up your left leg before lifting the slip of the dress out of the way. He could’ve cum in his pants at the sight that greeted him, your pretty pussy, absolutely soaking wet, not covered by panties as he had been expecting.

“Fuck, nothing underneath this dress at all? You really went to dinner in nothing but a dress, heels and a wedding ring? If I had known that I might’ve fucked you then and there on the table.” You squealed out as his metal finger dragged along your dripping core, spreading your slick over his fingertip, looking up at you in wonder. You were absolutely coming apart under his touch, your body aching for him to give you more.

“Should’ve fucked me there daddy. Let everyone know I’m all yours.” You whined, your voice coming out higher and needier than you expected.

“You would’ve liked that, wouldn’t you princess, daddy filling you up for all those people to see.” His voice was rough and low, his own need shining through. Without giving you time to think, he slipped a finger inside you, stroking your clenching, silky walls without hesitation, not even giving you time to adjust, lips meeting your clit and sucking hard. You moaned, high and needy, fingers tangling in his dark hair to pull him closer to your dripping sex.

“Feels so good daddy, so so good.” It felt even better knowing your house was empty. You could be as loud as you wanted and you wouldn’t risk waking the kids.

“You like being stuffed by daddy, don’t you toots?” Your husband quizzed, pressing a second finger into your unbearably tight heat, making you mewl weakly. He was working you embarrassingly quickly towards an earth shattering orgasm, one that you knew you wouldn’t even be able to hold back if you tried.

“Is my baby losing herself on daddy’s big fingers? Oh honey, you haven’t even got my cock yet and you’re almost senseless already. You gone all cockdrunk on daddy? Can’t get enough can you? Feels like you’re ready to cum already. Don’t know if I can let you honey, that ‘no panties’ trick was naughty of you. Just can’t resist takin’ your panties off when I’m around.” His fingers had stilled inside you, making you almost cry from need.

“No daddy please, please, I’ll be so good. Jus’ needed you daddy, needed you to be able to slip into me if you wanted to. Needed you to be able to fuck me any time you felt like it.” His eyes went wide at your little admission, fingers begin to to move again, wet sounds filling the room.

“This little body really is all mine isn’t it. You know you’re mine. Such a good girl.” He breathed out in awe before his tongue moved to flick against your clit again, tearing sobs from you as he pulled you over the edge of pleasure. You couldn’t help how you thrashed on the bed, one hand tangled in his hair, the other tangled in the sheets beneath you, rocking your hips against his face to ride out your explosive high. Your thighs shook as Bucky pulled his fingers out of you, licking them clean, watching how your chest heaved after your orgasm. The sight of him could almost make you cum again. His beard was shining with your slick, his chest was bare, his abs looking nothing short of delicious and his dress trousers looked painfully tight around the crotch, his bulge from his neglected cock was so evident. He looked godly and he was all yours.

“I love you so much.” You whispered, noticing how his face softened at the little wholesome admission.

“Oh baby, I love you too.” His lips slotted over yours, slower, reverently, tongue pressing against yours like it was your first kiss all over again. There was no need to go too fast after all, you weren’t in any rush tonight. His hands clasped with yours, pinning them to the bed over your head, little sighs escaping both of you as the kiss became more intense. His clothed cock began to rut against your bare core, knowing your slick would make a mess of his trousers but neither of you could find it in yourselves to care.

“You saved me, you know that? You really are an angel.” His words reminded you both this wasn’t just about sex, this wasn’t just passion and lust and need, pent up after months of only having quiet quickies in the early morning hours before your children woke. No, this was love making. It was slow, it was worship and praise, thanking the other for their commitment and dedication to your little family. A reminder of the vows you had taken, the promises you had made to each other feeling renewed by the way your bodies reacted to one another. You weren’t just lovers, you were partners. Soulmates.

“You saved me too Buck.” You whispered back, not wanting to dwell on the past too much, choosing instead to think ahead to the future and all the happiness that awaited you as a family.

“Need’a be ‘nside you angel, can’t wait much longer.” His voice was strained, almost sounding overcome by his own steadily growing need. You both separated long enough for you to pull your dress off over your head and for Bucky to take his shoes, socks, trousers and underwear off, leaving you both completely bare. It didn’t get any more raw and vulnerable than this. His cock looked thick and heavy, weeping with need as he gave himself a few slow strokes, taking in the sight of you baring yourself to him. It was at times like this that he made the mental note to kiss every single mark on your skin after you had both finished, needing to worship every freckle, every scar, every stretch mark that made your body his safe place.

“So beautiful like this, Mrs Barnes.” He whispered, his voice hanging in the air as he leaned forward, pressing himself to your entrance, beginning to slip in. It was still a tight fit, your walls fighting to accommodate him as quickly as possible. As always, he gave you some time to adjust after he got fully seated inside you, your breaths mingling together as you both got accustomed to the fact you were absolutely full of him.

Neither of you could have waited much longer before he began to move, pulling out slowly before pressing back in, gasps escaping both of you.

“You feel incredible, Jesus, you’re so big.” You whimpered, the thick head of his cock nudging that sweet spot inside you in a way that only came from years of practice.

“Such a tight fuckin’ squeeze for me angel, you don’t make it easy to last. Pussy is grippin’ me so tight. You’re so wet too, fuck.” He hissed, mouth watering at the wet sounds escaping where your bodies were joined. His pace was increasing gradually, careful not to give you too much at once and risk hurting you. You felt like he was fucking you senseless, all thoughts leaving your head except that growing pressure in your lower tummy, telling you Bucky was hitting your sweet spot just right.

“Oh no, daddy I’m close.” You whined, gripping his ass to pull him in deeper as you felt your walls contract. Bucky fucked you through your high, loving how you didn’t hold back any of your moans for him.

“Tha’s it angel, cum for daddy. Such a good girl, love seein’ you like this. Daddy’s cock is all you need, hm? Gonna leave you feelin’ fucked out baby girl. Know you’ve got another orgasm in there for me. You can gimme one more.” You cried out as he sped up, thrusting into you harder and faster, not giving you a chance to come down from your high before he was working you towards another. His abs rippled as he chased his own release, fucking you at a good steady pace. His brow was furrowed, mouth hanging open, curses and mumbles of your name dragged from his plump, wet lips and God he looked beautiful.

“Buck please, ah, cum in me! Cum in your wife.” You knew those words would drag him painfully close to finishing but ever the gentleman, he couldn’t cum until you did. Without much more thought, he reached down and grasped one of your legs, bending it up between your bodies, pulling back a little. His new angle meant he was pounding your sweet spot in a way that had you seeing stars but it also meant he could caress your ankle how he had done before. His lips latched onto your arch, the beard tickling ever so slightly once again and you were right on the edge. Bucky maintained eye contact with you as his teeth grazed over the most sensitive part of your body, absolutely worshipping you. He could see how good it felt from the look of your face, two more well timed thrusts, coupled with an open mouthed kiss had you cumming, practically screaming your way through your high as Bucky tore it from your body mercilessly.

“Oh fuck, tha’s it, fuck yes. Look at you makin’ a mess for me. Love you so much honey, fuck.” Bucky had lost it, pounding into you recklessly, feeling like you were clenching around him harder than ever before. He came inside you with a grunt, still watching your face, cock pressed as deep inside you as possible, letting rope after rope of hot cum paint your silky walls. He pulled out of you after he was sure he was done, flopping onto the bed beside you. You were both spent and sweaty, chests heaving and totally satisfied, fucked out and in love.

“That…. Wow, that was just… Wow.” You laughed giddily, not feeling like you could find a way down from the cloud you were currently floating on, cuddling in close to his firm chest.

“You can say that again.” He chuckled, kissing you tenderly, metal fingers trailing up and down your spine slowly.

“Let’s hope that’s not how we end up with baby number three.” You smiled, kissing his stubble, letting him catch his breath.

“Who knows honey, guess we’ll find out soon enough.” He laughed heartily, pulling you into another loving kiss.

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