#I’m not tagging every single object show on here

[somebean81]

Okay so, I made a tier list on the hosts of EVERY OBJECT SHOW IVE WATCHED. Well, not actually, cause there’s shows like TNM and there’s also object shows that only have one episode so,,,,,,

Anyways! Take this list. If you don’t know what objectshow one of these guys comes from and you’re interested, I’ll answer in the comment.

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II: MePhone4

TPOT: 2

AB: Animatic

Showvember: Popcorn

ONE: airy

AIB: Oodle

TR125: The Man

OSO: Crayon Box

BFDIA: Puffball Speaker Box

TDOS: Computer

ITFT: Clock

BURNER: Daddy Long Legs

ANOSIMBIB: Pi

BFR: Reachy

ODS: Daku

TAVOS: Bean Bag

BFB: 4

OK: Hourglass

5SOS:BS: Bean

SHOS: O

BFDI: Announcer Speaker Box

BFAS: Awesome Chipz (spicy)

BFDIA: Firey Speaker Box

TMOS: Square Bracket

TTS: Alainy

MOSS: Gray

PP: Gold Ingot (haven't watched all of it yet)

OF: Eucerin

BFG/5SOS: Grandma

OBS: Calculatory

ITC: Canvas

BFDI: Flower Speaker Box

[pink-onyx-au]

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Nap time! Thank you everyone for your continued support and interaction! I adore it and it adds so much more to the AU than you could know. This is a heads up on some minor down-time for the blog while I rest up and prepare the next episode.

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Speculation and theories are encouraged! The comic is designed as close to the show’s logic as I could muster, which means many secrets are staring right at you, provided you know what to look for! Just be kind to one another.

Comic FAQ:

What is this?

Pink Onyx AU is a Steven Universe AU focused on interactions between Steven and Jasper and is intended to be read after you have finished Steven Universe Future, as it contains many many spoilers for the series. If you have watched it already, great! Welcome! The goal is to bring you a Jasper redemption arc that we couldn’t get due to time and cooperate restraints on the Crewniverse. I hope you enjoy!

I do not own these characters or their likenesses except for the single fluffy thembo fusion I created for the story. This is just a fan comic.

Comic is PG-13 for some angsty/touchy themes, minor blood, violence, and gem-cussing. Touchy-subjects will always be in a cartoon-ish metaphorical representation you would likely find on TV and be available for multiple interpretations.

When do you post?

Typically when you see this post pinned, I’m on a bit of a break, but when Nyx wakes up (this post goes away) the comic is due to be released 1 page at a time at 7am EST most days. I try for a daily release. Sometimes I skip a day if I’m behind. Episode release dates are always announced ahead of time by a few weeks.

Is this a romantic ship AU between Jasper and Steven?

Nope, more like an aunt and her nephew trying to figure it all out. No romance between these two here.

Is your Tapas updated at the same time?

Nope, tumblr comes first, and the tumblr will always have bonus content which Tapas will not. The Tapas for this updates after the tumblr version is completed. Usually same day or within a day.

Do you have a reference for Onyx? Sure do!

How do I use the ask system for this blog?

You can leave a message, or even an object, for the characters to interact with. The asks you leave can be answered by myself, Onyx, Steven or Jasper within the realm of this AU. Your asks will have no effect on the comic story. Think of it like the actors are in their dressing rooms and you get to give them a poke while they take a break! As the comic story progresses, their replies to your answers may change! Their responses will be in-character depending on where in the story we are.

My note by the den (an ask) was never answered. How come?

Lots and lots of asks come in every day. I wish I could answer them all! Since I draw something to go with most answers, especially the character ones, they do take a bit of time. Sometimes, I get duplicates of the same ask, or an ask that may refer to something that spoils the story if I answer it. I might hang onto those asks for a later time! Or group them into categories to answer all at once. I hoard asks for 1 year in an attempt to get to them. If I missed yours, know I tried and I love them anyway! I hope it does not discourage you in the future.

Curious about the characters? Check below the cut for more a detailed FAQ about the inner workings of the story. Love you all! See you soon! 🧡💕❤️

FAQ’s about the characters generated via interactive asks:

What kind of fusion is Pink Onyx? Are they good or bad? Pink Onyx is a fusion of a protagonist and an antagonist, so their alliance is yet unknown, but they have Steven’s good heart and Jasper’s loyal nature. They also have Steven and Jasper’s flaws, so they can be volatile and emotionally explosive at times, too.

What are Pink Onyx’s pronouns? Onyx likes they/them, but also answers to he/him and she/her, especially when Steven or Jasper is dominant over one another. They also seem to take on a fluid role and prefer a she/her when in a caretaker status. They dislike it/its.

What does Pink Onyx sound like? Personally, I hear them as a youthful, masculine tone. Like Steven if a little older. But I also enjoy when people say they hear them as a gruff, Amazonian-type feminine. I enjoy and endorse both.

Do Jasper and Steven enjoy being fused to one another? For now, it is a struggle, but they enjoy what the other brings to the fusion even if they won’t say it.

Does Pink Onyx need to eat and do human things? If so, do they enjoy it? They don’t need to do them, but they do feel the discomfort without them. Things like breathing, eating, and sleeping are optional for Onyx, but they will become quite irritable if not allowed to do them. They greatly enjoy sleeping and trying new foods.

What does Jasper think about having human organs when fused? She’s pretty grossed out by the idea of organic matter going into her mouth and coming out of other places. The heart beating and lungs breathing she can feel for the first time, and it is highly strange for her to experience.

What is Pink Onyx’s favorite food? They adore anything watermelon flavored and Cookie-cat ice cream products

Does Pink Onyx have any special fusion powers? They do, and as they learn about themselves, more powers seem to come out. Each of their base component appears to be enhanced in a unique way. They have Pink Diamond at their core, so the destructive potential is also there.

Why is Steven hiding Pink Onyx from others? This AU occurs directly after the events of "I Am My Monster", so Steven is very emotionally, and mentally, raw. He fears judgement for running back to Jasper, who in the past, was part of so much trauma he already endured.

Pink Onyx seems to know nothing about human culture and gem culture despite being a fusion. What’s going on? Jasper and Steven agreed to fuse, but they have yet to open up to one another about much else. The fusion exists because they agree to do so, but Jasper won’t open up about her emotions, and Steven is so sensitive yet that he is not sharing because he knows Jasper won’t want to hear it. This causes Onyx to be unable to access both of their memories easily, but they can bring it out with enough effort.

[bunniesandbeheadings]

For over a decade now I’ve endured a very similar joke from people who, I know, both never have spoken to one another (so it’s not a conscious conspiracy) and also, I know objectively, don’t really mean me harm (because they can’t know my past history with this)

But ever since elementary school (for context: I’m a grown ass woman now with a husband and a mortgage and if I drop my favorite bag of chips on the ground I shouldn’t cry about it) every single one of my friends and also, a great majority of my family like to make a similar crack

“Did you know you’re my second best friend?”

“I love you bunnies! But I love (x) person more!”

And again, I know no individual person means me ill with this

But I’m just so. Genuinely tired of hearing this. I’m really tired of hearing my whole life “ha ha! You’re second best!”

Like it’s to the point that where a girlfriend of mine said it to me that every part of my brain fires off and told me, “ha. She thinks she’s telling you that you’re her second best friend! But here’s a funny thing you could do: just be her number one worst enemy.

Backstab the bitch

Ruin her fucking life the moment you get the chance

She thinks you’re her second best friend! Wait. You’ll find the time to show her that you’re really the worst enemy she’s ever made! Betrayal is fun!”

Cuz that’s what I want to do!

I don’t know why everyone I’ve ever met thinks it’s funny to tell me I’m their second favorite. Say nothing at all! I don’t need a ranking system! I don’t ask to be ranked people just tell me, out of nowhere, “you’re my second favorite person”

Ha ha ha

Well I’m about to be your least favorite person because I am going to actively ruin your life now! Thanks!

((See tags. No im not an actual threat. I don’t have the time for that. But what the fuck. Stop saying this to me. Stop it. I have low self esteem and I will kill us both.))

[igotanidea]

Puppy love : father!dick grayson x mother!reader

request by @parkjammys " no, we cannot get a puppy" with Dick.

A/N: as announced, I put it in a single parent!verse, hope you'll enjoy. You can find other stories from this verse under the tag :)

***

„Pretty please?”  Sienna’s eyes were wide open and shining like stars as she was looking at her father pleading to make her dream come true.

“Sienna….” Dick sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. It was always hard to refuse his little girl. Given everything she had been through, starting from being abandoned by her own mother, didn’t she deserve some joy and fun. But life was hard sometimes and he had to be a responsible adult. “No, we cannot have a puppy”.

“But why?” the girl pouted, her eyes turning sad and that view broke Dick’s heart. But he was a single father, who had to balance life, job, taking care of his kid and now, making time for some who was pretty much in love with. “daddy?”

“ I’m sorry princess. I’m just not sure if we can fit a dog into our life at the moment…..”

“This is so not fair!” Sienna smoothly came from being sweet and charming to throwing a temper tantrum, stumping her little feet on the ground angrily. ‘I want a puppy!”

“I know, honey, but…..” before Dick could finish the sentence, Sienna started crying, sobbing and almost threw herself on the ground. In the kindergarten entrance in front of every mother who came to pick their kids after a whole day. Freaking great. What was he supposed to do now? Wait until she stops? Use some force, lift her up and pack her into the car? Dick Grayson, who was capable of handling almost anything became completely helpless in the clash with his girl’s fury.

“Hey, everything all right here?” a bit concerned, but still optimistic and familiar voice interrupted hysterical sobbing and Dick sighed in relief. Thank god, Y/N showed up to pick up Thomas. Maybe she could reach to Sienna and make her calm down.

“Miss Thomas’s mother!” Sienna immediately stood up and threw herself at the older woman, hugging her legs tightly.

“Mummy!” clearly Thomas heard his mother’s voice from the open door and mirrored Sienna’s action, running at the woman, sudden impact from two sides, almost making her trip and fall.

“Hi there, kiddos.” The woman smiled wrapping arms around both boy and girl, throwing a glance at Dick and chuckling at his desperation “How was your day?”

“Daddy won’t buy me a dog! Why not? I can take care of it! I would hug it and love it and take care of it! Please, Miss Thomas’s mum, can you tell him I would be good? Can you tell him to get me a puppy?”

“Where does this come from? Why puppy all of a sudden?’ Y/N asked, her gaze meeting Dick’s. It was like he forgot where he was, his eyes just showing all the love sickness he held for the woman in front of him. Like a schoolboy. “Richard?” she called, reaching out and poking him in the chest lightly finally getting his conscious attention “Hi there.”

“Hi…..” he whispered, but quickly realised she was waiting for some answer “Oh, um…. Sorry” he cleared his throat “Apparently one of the girls….”

“Alicia!” Sienna corrected

“Yes, of course, Alicia. Brought photos of her pet and Sienna became enamoured in an instant.”

“I see.  And now you want one for yourself, don’t you?”

“Yes, please….” Sienna hid her face in Y/N’s knees hugging her even closer.

“Can we get one too, mummy? We could take walks together with Sienna.” Thomas looked up at his mother with pleading eyes. “It would be so much fun!”

“You know what?” Y/N put both kids on the arm’s length, crouching to their level and focusing on both little faces. “I think I might have an idea about that….”

“You do?” Dick, his daughter and Thomas eyed Y/N like she was their salvation and she just smiled and nodded.

“Yeah We’re gonna take a little trip. Buckle up. I’m driving.”

“I will not take the passenger seat!” Dick objected out of instincts.

“too bad for you, Grayson. Either you shotgun and follow my lead or go home alone while I kidnap your daughter.” Y/n let out a laugh, opening the car and letting the kids in. Luckily they were too busy with the belts and talking about what kind of trip it was going to be to notice Dick coming close to Y/N and brushing his lips over hers briefly.

“I hate you…..” he whispered, smiling into the kiss “you make me so weak and compliant…..”

“Unlike your daughter, huh?” she caressed his arm and shoulder. “I really hope to see your dominant side soon….. I missed it…..”

“Y/N…..” he groaned

“Get in the car before any of the parent sees us. There are enough rumours…”

“I don’t care about adults.” He chuckled, stepping away from her “but if Sienna and Thomas starts asking questions, we’ll be toasted.”

***

The car ride was shorter than anyone may expect and filled with talks and laughter. It was almost like they were a family. But once Y/N parked in front of a grey, omniscient looking facility the kids got quiet. They couldn’t quite decipher what was written on the front door but something was telling them this was going to be serious and their laughter stopped.

“Mummy?” Thomas stuttered “what is this place? I’m scared.”

“There’s no need” she smiled at her son  “no one is going to hurt any of you here. I promise. I just want you to see and learn something very important.”

“And then we’ll go get the puppy?” Sienna was extremely stubborn.

“We’ll see how it will turn out, all right little one?”

“Sure. Whatever…..” the girls crossed arms over her chest, looking way more adorable than resentful.

Once they got out and walked through the door, Thomas grabbed his mother’s hand, refusing to let go, still a bit scared and far more focused than his little friend who just busted right through ready to check whatever tour this was and go to an animal store.

“Not so fast!” Dick caught her and lifted her up, getting the plan Y/N had. “You cannot really run here. We came for a lesson.”

“What lesson? I don’t… Oh!” the voice froze in her throat as she noticed the cages with dogs in them. All kinds of dogs. Big, small, white and brown and black. Old and young. But what made them all similar was the pain and fear on their muzzles. And once the four people appeared, all of them moved towards the front, begging and pleading eyes focusing on the kids.

“What is this place, mummy?” Thomas started turning his head around.

“It’s called shelter. This is home for all those dogs that no one wanted.”

“But why?” Sienna sobbed again, struggling against her father’s grip and Dick finally put her down “why would no one want them? They look so sad…..” her little fingers rested on the glass of the cage as the little dog put his little paw on it “it’s not fair…..”

“You see, a puppy is not only about fun and playing.” Y/N explained, feeling sudden warm as Dick’s free hand entwined with hers “but it’s also about taking care of it. Feeding, cleaning, taking to the vet, spending a lot of time with it. Some people just get bored with those animals or have too much to do to care.”

“I don’t understand…..” Sienna frowned

“Oh!” Thomas’s eyes grew wide “I think I do.”

“Really? Tell me then, son.”

“I hears someone says once that a puppy is not a toy and you should not get one unless you are sure you know how to care for it. Is that what this was about mummy?”

“My clever boy.” Y/n couldn’t hide the pride in her voice “that was exactly it.”

“so…..” Sienna frowned again, a lot of thoughts forming in her head “this would be too hard to have a puppy now?”

“I’m sorry, sunshine.” Dick crouched next to his daughter “But a lot is happening and we don’t want to end up hurting whatever puppy you will get, do we?”

“No…..” the girl hesitated “No, we don’t, but…. What about all those doggies? Can we help them?”

“Actually, we can.” One of the workers, dressed in an apron chimed in “Hey there, Y/N. Giving the kids a tour?”

“Hello Dave. Something like that. I see we came right in the feeding time. Would you mind it our little Sienna the explorer and Thomas the Indiana jones, joined you? You can tell them about the volunteering and helping here.” Y/n winked at the man who were clearly her friend.

“More than happy, Y/N. You busy parents can take a little break, those two are in good hands.”

***

“You’re so smart.” Dick whispered once they took Dave on his offer and sneaked outside. His arms wrapped around her, pressing her close to his chest, wandering around her back.

“Because of how I handled the kids or because it gave as alone time?” she smirked

“Both.” His lips found hers and he kissed her gently, slowly, carefully. “Don’t you think it’s time to talk to kids about us? I’m tired of hiding and sneaking around.”

“Dick?” she tried to pull back, shocked by his question, but he didn’t let her, chasing her lips and kissing her more, this time reassuringly and she melted. Of course she had objections about it. Not about Dick, but about introducing another man into her son’s life , which could been hard. And Thomas’s acceptance was everything for Y/N. His father run away when the boy was two years old, so that wound was still fresh and she had to have her son’s well-being in the back of her mind. It was not only about her.

But god, how she wanted to try.

Dick made her feel everything she never had. Love, partnership, care. Even when they were bantering or teasing or even fighting from time to time, it was all because they had so many emotions for each other, not because they wanted to cause pain and hurt.

“Don’t run away from me….” He whispered, holding her tighter, brushing his nose over hers “Please, just give this a chance. Give us a chance. I don’t want to hide how I feel. I don’t want to have to deflect the advances of the mother’s. I want to be able to kiss you and hold you in public and not watch out if someone may see us. God, Y/N. I love you. “ there, he said it.  “I love you. I love you. I love you. I ……”

He will keep on saying it if it wasn’t for the fact that her hands locked on his neck and pulled him down to kiss, effectively shutting him up. He loved how her fingers played with his hair and how nice her body felt against him when she pressed herself closer.

“I hear you, Dick.” She finally had to let go and take a breath, leaning her forehead on his.

“And?” he smirked, but his heart was doing flips in anticipation for her answer.

“God, you fool! Of course I love you too! With all my heart! I loved you from the moment I first saw you at the parent-teacher meeting! You were so lost there, the only father, like an odd duck amongst the mother hens” she laughed wholeheartedly

“Good thing I had you to take a place next to me and save me.” He gripped her waist and pecked her lips again.

“You broke me. Ever since then I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“During the days or the nights?” he teased again

“find someone to take care of the kids tonight and I can show you….” She whispered into his ear, getting a groan from the back of his throat just as he imagined all the things he would do to her. “But first, let’s get our kids back, before they make us adopt every dog in here."

[dcangel]

hi hi! i saw that u were asking for reqs and prompt 29 rlly had me thinking… imagine you’ve been there for 2 years and are the only girl, and you don’t socialize much, you do your part and keep to yourself so no one knows much abt you. but when thomas shows up, he continues to bug you with questions/bother you including why ur the only girl there. there’s a lot of tension and one night he wonders off in the woods he finds you and one thing leads to another and it happens..!

AHH okay this is sending me to hell bc my mind is going feral just thinking about it and I literally am so excited to write this one. And thank you so much for requesting one <333 (this is my first time writing smut so bear with me)

Idk how to tag these correctly bc I’ve never posted anything but if I’m wrong just correct me: p in v, slight fingering, praising, degrading, dirty talk, mentions of edging, mentions of getting caught, choking kink, slight size kink, slight/moderate pain kink, oral sex!f receiving, a few uses of y/n, nicknames, 2nd person pov. Majorly unedited and not proofread (grammarly told me there were 149 errors but it’s 2:24 in the morning so grammarly can kindly fuck off. hopefully this is bearable to read.)

8238 words (what thee actual fuck)

29– Thomas

“Don’t muffle yourself. Let them hear your whiny voice, baby. Everyone should know how good I’m fucking you.”

The last few days were… something else. Like clockwork every month, another greenie arrived, but to you that just meant another person bugging the shit out of you until they got over it. What were you supposed to tell them? That you just felt like coming up into the maze and trapping yourself here for two years just because you were bored? Every single greenie, without fail, always pestered you like a small gnat swirling around your ear each day; “why are you the only girl? Why are you here? Is it hard being the only girl?” And of course the alarmingly obviously questions that crossed every new shank’s mind, but only few braved to ask.

You mostly managed to steer clear of the lewd obscenities, letting the few friends you made take care of it for you since it got to be an irritable subject for you very quickly. But, unfortunately, there were some that wanted to ask the girl herself. Some that didn’t even know your name, yet still approached you with a supercilious guise thinking that it would somehow win you over. Each time it made you wonder what they put in these new greenies before sending them up; they just kept getting worse and worse.

Majority of the gladers knew your name, but then again how could they not? Some knew it but just decided to call you whatever you wanted; as if you being a girl made you less human and more of an object. Those were the boys that could only dream of touching a girl, never mind even being able to hookup with one.

You were surprised by the amount of people that actually treated you as equal, even though it was the bare fucking minimum. Sometimes you found it ironic how Chuck—the youngest glader here—didn’t even think twice about your humanity status when half the so-called “men” in this place treated you like scut. The boy having stated many times that “you’re a human too, just like the rest of us. We each play our part and at the end of the day; work is work. It doesn’t matter how old you are or if you’re a guy or a girl.” You think one of the reasons you were such good friends with the boy was because he could easily relate to your struggles; him being the youngest glader and always treated like a baby who couldn’t comprehend the simplest things, and you being the only girl who’s treated like shit because apparently women can’t possibly be able to do the same things as men. You were both deeply misunderstood, and that served as a foundation for one of your closest relationships.

Of course the leader, Alby, had always said the same; you were to be treated as equal. He’d even brought up the fact that it was dispiriting that the matter was even a question at all. Some days were worse than others, only granting you the energy to will yourself out of the small hut Gally and few others helped you build, at the last possible second and skipping breakfast as you trudged your way over to the gardens, taking your place by Newt. From there, maybe you’d have an occasional conversation about the dirt that constantly flung into your eyes, automatically irritating both your sight and your mood, or maybe about how brutally the blazing sun treated your reddening shoulders and face.

But on those days—the bad ones—you kept silent, doing what you were told when you were told, taking part in the roles that made the glade work. Maybe you’d join the rest of the glade for supper, sitting with the very few people you called ‘friends’ but at the end of the table, hoping to avoid conversation that inevitably reeled you in. More often than not, bad days usually warranted you to take the meal to your hut after a quick ‘thanks’ to Frypan, then making the isolated trip to the comforting confines of your own space.

You tried keeping to yourself, afraid to get too close with anyone that wasn’t Chuck or Newt, but of course your name was brought up quite often. It never made sense, though; you rarely interacted with anyone, even the people you exchanged words with on occasion, not much was known about you. You even tried to avoid being seen as often as possible in hopes that your absence would somehow make the gladers forget about your existence.

Yet every month when a new greenie was sent up, terrified and questioning their entire existence, it also started a new uproar around your name. So with Thomas, it was no different. Well, almost no different.

After he showed up, he wasn’t subtle with his intentions like most were—always asking anyone he could about anything that might make you more 3-dimensional in his eyes. So when he saw you talking to Chuck and ruffling the young boy’s hair, he used their already-forming bond to his advantage.

“Hey, Chuck, who was that?” He pretended to be oblivious as if he hadn’t been staring at you all day every day, the way your hair was always tied back in a single low braid, how the small strands that were too short slipped from the crossed-pattern and framed your face, how your sun-kissed nose scrunched whenever some minor inconvenience passed your way or the way your head tilted ever-so-slightly as a way to show your confusion.

He was well aware that this most certainly happened with every new arrival; the pestering questions, the intrusive thoughts, yet he was infatuated with wanting to know absolutely everything he could.

“Who? Her?” Chuck followed the older boy’s gaze, quickly losing interest once he saw where it led.

Thomas’s gaze, however, didn’t falter. He couldn’t decide what part of you to focus on. Maybe the way you effortlessly carried buckets and buckets of whatever the hell was needed for gardening, but it looked heavy enough to make him stare in awe. He was shameless. “Yes her. Who is she?”

“A person.” Chuck answered, being frustratingly vague.

Thomas finally pulled his brown eyes from you, landing them on the smaller boy beside him. “What’s her name?”

“Why does it matter?” The young boy was all too familiar with the questions of each newbie, most greenies coming to Chuck for the same thing each month that became almost a routine to give out as little information as possible to protect his friend.

Thomas sighed, mentally rolling his eyes. “Because I wanna’ know.” He answered bluntly.

“You wouldn’t care what that guy’s name is,” Chuck pointed to a builder named Dan. “So why do you care what her name is?”

The greenie squinted his eyes, jaw clenched in slight irritation, the veins on his neck becoming more prominent than before. “Because I just want to know?”

“Y/N, her name is Y/N. There.” Chuck’s bitter tone was definitely a eye-opener, the boy usually sweet and happy to make new friends.

“Thanks.” Thomas managed to get a small thumbs up in return as Chuck walked further away, obviously done with their conversation.

. . .

The next few days left Thomas’s curiosity at a higher peak, even worse than when he first got here—before he knew about the girl. Luckily Chuck had told you each time the greenie asked another question, and you couldn’t express how grateful you were for the young boy since he never answered them.

However, despite Chuck’s anguished attempts at telling Thomas to leave you alone, the greenie pursued his interests in getting to know you more, although it was nearly inevitable that this would happen.

On this particular day, though, he couldn’t seem to find you. Much to his dismay, you were in the Deadheads, sitting by the small brook that always seemed to flow despite the enclosed glade. It was night, the sun long gone although the heat never seemed to leave. You liked the Deadheads, specifically the brook. It was quiet, nothing but the sounds of water trickling over small rocks and folding in on itself, and maybe the occasional leaf falling to the forest floor. The peaceful sounds were a drastic difference to the clanking of shovels on rocks that seemed to peeve each gardener, or tools hammering wood that echoed across the entire open glade.

It was rare, but sometimes you’d accidentally fall asleep in the woods due to the calming nature, serving for an aching back and sore neck that shot pain thorough your whole body when you craned it the wrong way. It would’ve been one of those nights, except the sounds of leaves crunching and twigs snapping under someone’s foot brought you back from your half-asleep state. You sat up against the tree, your legs crossing as you looked around. The only people who knew you came out here were sure to be asleep by now, Chuck always falling asleep the second the second he laid down on his hammock, and Newt knowing you didn’t like to be bothered out here.

You thought back to when Ben had been stung and was chasing Thomas through the Deadheads, and you thought the same was about to happen to you. Grabbing a small stick by your side— that would probably snap if any pressure were applied— you stood up and looked around the dark forest. The plush foliage provided little to no light, which left your eyes desperately trying to adjust to the darkness as quickly as possible.

You held the stick out in front of you and slowly backed up, occasionally spinning around to check behind you, the stick swinging through the air like it was wielded by a maniac.

The lack of light confused your senses, and somehow you didn’t you didn’t hear the cracking and snapping of leave and twigs, or feet the heat behind you getting closer and closer until your back slammed into something that scared you so bad you almost yelped as you whipped around to threaten whoever it was with the flimsy stick that almost snapped when you turned. You were greeted with an unfamiliar face, one that wasn’t just another in the sixty something faces in the glade that you had yet to learn the name of. It was a new one.

“Shit— sorry.” He muttered quickly, large, outstretched hands already on your shoulders to steady you.

You back up slightly, hoping his grip would fall off, and it did. “What the hell are you doing here?”

The boy automatically took to fiddling with his fingers, a nervous habit you guessed. “I, uh… I was looking for you, actually. Chuck told me you might be out here.”

You squinted your eyes slightly, not believing him since Chuck knew better than to tell a random greenie where you’d most likely be during your free time. “Did he?”

The greenie struggled to come up with an excuse, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as he looked at the ground.

“Or did you just watch me come out here earlier with the plans of following me, hoping I’d still be here after you were done with your job?” You added with a raised brow, a clear annoyed tone evident in your voice.

“Wel— No that’s not— I mean… well, you’re probably used to the newbies bothering you—”

“Damn right I am. And I don’t expect you to be any different, so unless you have anything important to say, then I’m just gonna leave.” You got straight to the point, not caring to sugarcoat or be nice to him since you’d tried that before with other greenies, and it usually didn’t turn out well. You dropped your stick and started to turn away from him when you heard his footsteps following you again, his voice following soon after.

“Well, no, but I just wanted to talk to you. I don’t know you v—”

“So let’s keep it that way, yeah?” You said, sounding as if you were talking to a child.

He clenched and unclenched his fist, a small habit of his. “Could you just stop cutting me off?”

“Why should I?” You said, brown raised in annoyance as you crossed your arms, shifting your weight onto one leg.

“Because I fucking asked? It shouldn’t be that hard to be nice to someone.”

You scoffed, his attitude impressing you since it almost matched yours perfectly. You eyed him before opening your mouth to speak. “You’re right, it shouldn’t be. So why’re you making it so difficult then?” You asked, a small smirk tugging at the corner of your lips, your head tilted coyly.

He let out a quick sigh, jaw clenching in irritation. “Because, all I did was try and talk to you and you’re being a bitch about it.”

Your head jerked back slightly, your eyebrows automatically raised with a taunting smile of disbelief creeping up. “You just can’t help it with the foul language can you?” You said with a laugh, one that seemed to get on his nerves even more. It was almost impressive how irritable he was. “Maybe you should try talking to directly instead of bugging my friends—especially Chuck— about me. Y’know, like a conversation or something? Maybe start off with a small introduction like your name or something a little less hostile.”

“Fine, I’m—”

“I know who you are.” It wasn’t intentional but you realized that you had cut him off again. But instead of apologizing, you almost wanted to see how pissed he could get before stomping off.

He was definitely contemplating it, almost losing interest since your attitude made him want to smash his head against a rock, but his pure stubbornness was what kept him standing there. “Again with the cutting me off! Is that all you ever do? ‘S that why you don’t have any friends.”

Being the only girl in a glade full of boys made this seem like nothing compared what else you’ve heard, so his little insults and slight temper tantrum did nothing. “Well you said you wanted to talk to me, and I’m assuming you wanted to get to know me more since all you ever do is bother Chuck.” You said with a shrug. “Come on, you can do better than that, I know you can.”

Something about your tone, the way it was taunting him, teasing him in a way that he couldn’t tell if he should hate you or want to slam you against a tree and— he shook his head, seemingly getting rid of whatever was going through his mind. “Why, you want me to insult you? Treat you like a piece of shit like everyone else does?”

You didn’t respond. Rather, you just stood there, not bothering to move as he subtly took a few slow steps toward you.

“Or maybe it’s something else?” He said, head tilting in a certain way that allowed the small streaks of moonlight peering through the spaces above that weren’t covered by trees to illuminate the beginnings of smug look on his freckled face.

Of course you knew what he looked like, he was a gardener the first few days so you had the displeasure of working near him, but something about him being up close and the way the shadowy brightness of the moon cast a perfect gleam allowed you to really notice his features. You had to admit, he wasn’t a bad looking guy; short brown hair, a perfect nose that could make anyone jealous, pale skin littered with moles and freckles that didn’t seem to be on just his face, golden-brown eyes that looked darker than in the daylight, and you couldn’t tell if it was because of the tree coverage or some other reason…

“I bet it’s something else, isn’t it?” His voice was what snapped you from your thoughts, your eyes focusing back in on his darkening gaze.

“Huh?” You said, your eyes practically in slits at this point. You couldn’t tell if your question was actually a question, or if it was because you’d already forgotten what he asked before.

He took a step closer, yet he wasn’t actually that close. It was simply the darkness of the Deadheads and the way your other senses tried to account for your poor vision that made it seem like he was towering over you.

Or maybe he was.

“I said, are you just always a bitch like this, or do you do it because you like the way people respond. The way they get irritated and go off on you or treat you like shit all for you to complain about it afterwards.” You almost couldn’t believe his words. But what was less believable was the feeling that resonated in the pit of your stomach. One that had you thinking things you shouldn’t be.

“What? What the hell is wrong with you?” You spat out, trying to act offended.

His smirk grew, telling you that you reacted exactly how he expected. “You didn’t answer my question.” He took another step forward.

“I don’t have to.” You stepped back.

He noticed your slight step back, he also noticed the tree behind you—he same one you’d almost fallen asleep against earlier—getting closer each time. “I think it’s only fair that you do, so, go ahead. Answer it.”

Now, there were two ways you could’ve answered this. Which one did you choose? The one you knew would get the better reaction, of course. “Make me.”

One step later, you were already back up against the tree, seemingly nowhere to go (you could easily step to the side), and Thomas right in front of you, head tilted downwards to look at you because of the height difference. “I don’t think you really want me to. You’re just saying that.”

“Oh yeah? Try me.” You whispered lazily, a small gleam in your eyes as you looked up at him.

He brown ones bored into yours, an almost-mischievous glint behind them. He leaned down, his mouth inches from your ear, his hand against the tree on the other side of your head. “Maybe I will.”

You couldn’t help the way your knees felt weak, something about his voice; the raspiness embedded in his low, deep tone. “Maybe you should.” You breathed out, watching him pull back, his eyes flicking between your eyes and somewhere else.

His other hand slid around your waist, large palm being a source of heat as if the night air wasn’t already warm enough. It was torturous, the way his lips ghosted around your skin, every area he passed felt empty after the heat of his presence left, the way you felt his breath brush her face when he laughed at his own teasing actions.

His hand slid around to your lower back, pulling it forward in an arch as your upper back stayed against the tree. Thomas looked down at you, the very tip of his nose so close to yours that the heat radiating from him felt like he was actually touching you. You bit the inside of your cheek, never good with the whole ‘patience’ thing.

Thomas, on the other hand, could’ve dragged this out all night. But when he met your gaze, the look in your eye let the thought slip from his mind. It was when you whispered some words that didn’t quite stick in his brain against his lips, that’s what got to him. He bent down and connected your lips, the kiss wasn’t a slow, savoring-every-moment type of kiss. It was a hungry, sloppy, impatient kiss that made it seem like he was devouring you.

It was needy and heated, more teeth-clashing and tongue-tangling than anything. His lips were chapped and rough, but then again so we’re yours after two years in the glade.

His lips trailed down your cheek, then your jaw, then right under your jawline, nipping at the surprisingly soft skin. His lips followed your jawline until they were right under your ear, finding a sweet spot you didn’t even know you had.

You breathed out softly, biting the inside of your cheek as your head tilted backwards, hitting the bumpy bark of the tree. To your left was his outstretched arm that he used to hold himself up against a the tree, and to your right was his head, slightly buried in the crook of your neck as he peppered the spot with little nips as kisses. He freehand—the one that was on your lower back—slipped down to the curve of your ass, squeezing all around the plump skin.

“How’s this for getting to know you?” He breathed against your skin.

You bit your lip, just a little, but enough that his scrutinizing gaze caught it. “I think you, uh, you should get to know me just a little better, y’know?” You said, a small lump in the back of your throat that wouldn’t go down.

“Hmm, think I should, huh?” He teased.

“Mhm, yeah… y-you should.” You nodded, teeth gliding over your own bottom lip as you tugged his hair gently so he’d look up at you.

The heel of Thomas’s palm dug into your ass, prompting you to jump up a little. To jump right into his arms. Your thigh hitched up on his waist, his hand gliding from your ass to under your leg, finger tips reach the the inside of your thigh. Your other foot steady on the ground— well, would’ve been steady if you hadn’t stepped on a tree stump. Your footing faltered, twisting your ankle in the process and you pulled from the recently rekindled kiss to wince.

He chuckled and lifted up your other thigh, practically holding you up until you got the hint to wrap your legs around his waist. Your back was pressed into the tree, bare shoulders are partially-bare upper back collecting scratches and green moss smudges.

Thomas didn’t waste anymore time, the fingers of his free hand already sliding down your torso and half under the waistband of your jeans. He only stopped for a brief moment, looking up at you as you nodded back—maybe a little too eagerly.

He didn’t even bother to unbutton them or unzip them for the time being, his fingers twitching with the thought of touching you in mind. While he was just as impatient as you, he still managed to find the will in him to tease you. Two of his veiny fingers swipes over your panties, starting at the beginning of your wetness and dragging them all the way up to your cloth-covered clit. You couldn’t deny nor hide it anymore, you were soaked—rather, your panties were.

“Damn, this all for me? Guess you liked the idea of me proving you wrong, huh?” He taunted.

Your eyes bore into his like you wanted to say something snarky, but you literally could not lie. He felt it. He felt what he did to you. He knew the slight power he had over you—although you were sure he didn’t quite know just how much power he possessed.

Reluctantly, you tenaciously nodded up at him, just a very slight head movement that you hoped he’d miss, but of course he didn’t. You were grateful he didn’t respond, with words anyway, but you could see see the glint in his eye that made you want to kick him, slap him, anything you could to get your point across. But he made you weak in the knees, figuratively and literally since one of his hands was under your ass holding you up, your legs raveled around his waist and connected at his lower back.

At first, when you felt his hand leave your ass, you couldn’t decide whether to be disappointed by the loss of touch, or to expect your body to hit the ground. But it didn’t. He had you pinned against the tree, your legs already locked tightly around him, your arms slung around his neck.

His, now free, hand glides around to the front of your thigh, up your stomach (it would’ve gone under your shirt if he didn’t have other plans), over your tank top-covered breasts, fingers stopping momentarily to knead the dough-y flesh, and making their final stop around your throat just below your jaw—palm pressing against your airway loosely, pointer and thumb fingers settling below your ears on either side of your head.

The fingers caressing your sopping panties also became more active; drawing slow lines up and down.

“T-Thomas,” you stuttered, not because he hand was that tight, but simply because it was tight enough to warrant a gasp present in your words. “Don’t tease me.”

You were really in no position to be the one saying commands, but it was the sheer stubborn-confidence that impressed him enough to consider the choked out words. “As you wish.” He spoke, slipping two fingers past your panties, the material bunching to the side, and right into you without any warning. Well, to be fair he did give you a warning, just no time to process before you felt his long, slender fingers gliding against your walls.

“Fuck— Thomas.” You breathed out, your tone a little whiny. You were almost embarrassed at how easily you gave in, how easily you let him get you this way.

He gave your throat one last little squeeze and dropped his hand down to one of the straps on your tank top. He was considering sliding it under your shirt, but then he’d have to go through more trouble to get it off seeing as you were leaned against a tree. So, Thomas decided to take what he knew you’d give, and he tugged at the straps.

You knew your standards were low when consent made your heart swoon, feeling the nervous hot-and-cold sweats rack your body. But being the only girl in the glade, you were glad someone other than your friends was showing you respect…ish.

After seeing your nod, he slid the strap down and you pulled your arm back and through the thing fabric piece, the same was done on the other side. Thomas’s fingers were barely moving, too slow even for his teasing pace, but his brain had a little more focus on what he was trying to do with one hand.

A few seconds later, and you were gasping at the sudden coldness you felt against your pert nipples. It was an odd sensation, the glade was always hot yet when your bare chest was exposed, the air felt cool.

The chilled breeze caused the buds to instantly harden, making something of Thomas’s harden as well. “Shit, angel, no bra?”

You hadn’t worn a bra since today was one of those days— the ones with low energy, restless sleep barely giving you enough stamina to will yourself throughout the day. “No…” you admitted, almost shamefully.

Before you could even think, lips were wrapped around the sensitive buds, a tongue flat as it pressed over the top. You let out a noise somewhere between a whimper and a small moan, finger tangling in his hair automatically.

Thomas simply couldn’t leave your other side untreated, so he rolled your other nipple between his fingers while fucking you with the other hand. Every sound you made, whether it be a sigh, a moan, a whimper, a small whine of his name, each and every one of them seemed to be egging him on more. Like small pleas and begs for more of his touch.

And whether you knew it or not, that exactly what they were; your body whining, aching for anything he’d give you, grateful for the plainest stroke of his digits in your wet cunt, or the effortless drag of his smooth tongue across your pebbled nipple.

Somewhere between small praises and straight-up degradation, you manages you end up without any clothes and Thomas’s pretty face between your legs as you stand there against the tree; teeth clenched, thighs trembling, fingers scratching at his scalp leaving a stinging sensation in their wake. It felt good— the burn of your jagged nails against his already sensitive scalp, the sun un-ironically taking part in making sure it would hurt him.

The tree bark dug into your bare back as you simultaneously pushed yourself up on your tip-toes, squirming at the sensation of his tongue on your clit becoming too much, yet tugging his face further between your wobbly thighs with the grip you had on his brown hair.

Thomas decided he liked you best when you were like this; a sweaty, moaning, whimpering, indecisive mess for him— despite only speaking his first words to you less than an hour ago.

And quite frankly, you couldn’t care less. The only thing spurring you on, giving you the shamelessness needed to give yourself up like this was the undying need to cum. He had be fucking edging you this whole damn time, yet you couldn’t complain. Not while he was pleasuring you at least. Your protests came after you didn’t—after the way he’d suck on and swirl his tongue around your swollen bud, getting you right there, only to pull away as you were about to topple over the edge.

It might not have been verbal, but maybe you’d give his hair a particularly harsh yank, or dig your nails into his raw scalp with as much strength as you could muster. Unbeknownst to you, Thomas enjoyed it. He loved the way you whined and squirmed, body begging for a release even if your mouth was too stubborn to communicate it. He loved the pain you inflicted on him, the pricking sensation hurting so bad—yet not enough—that it felt good.

“Did I get you to change your mind yet, Angel?” Thomas spoke against your cunt, lips glistening with you juices, eyes dark as he looked up at you with a captivating stare that you fell prisoner to time and time again.

You bit down on your lip brutally, the discomfort not even phasing you anymore. You were sure your lips would be bruised and possibly bloodied in the morning for more than one reason. “Thomas… please,” There it was. The first real plead that spilled from your lips. Not the desperate whines or frustrated grunts you’d given him earlier, but an actual word that put your need on full display.

And it sounded better than he could’ve ever imagined.

“What’s wrong, princess? Am I not good enough for you?” He cooed, tone mocking your desire so damn condescendingly that if it were anyone else you’d send their skull flying against the maze walls.

But you couldn’t resist, he had you under his spell, wrapped around his finger. And you knew it. You both knew it. “Fuck me, make me cum… just do something for fucks sake!” Your voice held a guise of irritation and rage, but just behind that was the exact whininess that he was looking for.

“I think I like the sound of you begging for me. It’s pretty.” He whispered, whether to himself or you, you couldn’t find it in you to give a fuck anymore.

Thomas stood up, large hands sliding up the sides of your bare body, soft skin beneath his calloused fingertips. A whimper slipped from your swollen lips, the feeling of his hands setting your body ablaze, leaving goosebumps only the chilly day’s managed to give you in their wake. You felt like you were sweating buckets, yet the warmth radiating off his wide hands (or maybe you were just small) left the rest of your figure feeling frigid.

His lips wet lips met yours, hand meeting your throat as you gasped lightly at the taste of yourself on his tongue as he poked and prodded at your own. You didn’t even have to think about how easily you let him in, you blatantly followed his command no matter what form in came in without a second thought.

Fingers feeling needy, you reached for his belt and he slotted his knee between your thighs, pinning you against the tree for the umpteenth time tonight. However, you didn’t hear a protest or receive a firm look coded with a not-so-hidden message, so you proceeded with your actions, fingers fumbling with the flimsy metal piece until you hear the telltale clanking sound of his belt slithering through the denim loops and clashing against the dirt floor.

His jeans dropped next, nothing to hold them up or keep them in their place as you unzipped them. His shirt had been discarded earlier, just before he got to his knees in front of you, so it was one less article of clothing in your way.

But that didn’t matter, the only one you care about was still on him. Dainty fingers lightly brushed over his bulge, your eyes dropping for just a second to catch a glimpse of his clothed size before you had to tilt your head back up due to the hand holding your throat. It was dark, but your eyes were well adjusted by now; well enough to see the tent his erection formed as you unintentionally teased him.

Your hands were impatient, your whole being was impatient, but you could at least do something about the need to have your hands around him. After practically grabbing his hard-on through his boxers, palming it roughly for just a second, you didn’t even wait to get your hands inside his boxers. Immediately, you tugged your hand up his length, his impressively long length. He groaned, cock already throbbing, twitching at the thought of being buried inside you.

The noise almost took you by surprise, and you were almost proud of yourself for being the cause. You brought your left knee up his thigh, situating it comfortably in the groove of his hip, and pushed down the remaining fabric. His free hand assisted you and helped slide the other end down until he kicked away the item that he’d be searching for in the darkness later.

Digits finding his hardness again as you continued to make out, your thumb carelessly swiped over his slit as you handled his tip, collecting the bead of precum that had you wetter than the brook you were settled by during previous hours. He felt the heat of your fingers disappear, only to return moments later with arousal that couldn’t’ e been just his.

You coated his shaft with your sticky mixture, eliciting a deep groan from the back of Thomas’s throat. Regardless of you having the last few touches that made gave other pleasure, he still wanted to remind you who was really in control.

His fingers tightened around the column of your throat, his body pressing you into the tree even more, hard enough for you to feel each ridge of wood jabbing into your back. You felt his knee pushing up against your cunt, your slick automatically coating his thigh as you couldn’t help but grind yourself against him. He smirked—you didn’t see—, your actions appearing needy, so much so, that they were almost pathetic.

“It’s hot as fuck knowing I made you this wet, that I got you to the point where you don’t give a fuck about how pathetic you seem, the only thought in your brain is the desire for pleasure. For me to fuck you, huh?” His words were spat with hot breath waving against your cheek, it was hard not to give in and accept his words.

“Please, Tommy… need you inside me,” until the words came out, you weren’t aware of how shameless they’d be, of how much you sounded exactly like he described. “‘nd I know you do too.” you added shortly after in an attempt to recollect some of your dignity. Didn’t work. He saw right through you.

But what did work what the whine you put on his name, the one that few called him, but only you could have him contemplating between fucking you like a normal person, or fucking you for so long and hard that neither of you could walk straight or have any cum left to give. Obviously there was only one choice in his eyes, but you couldn’t see it. You could only see blown pupils, so wide that just a sliver of brown, lust-tainted color rimmed the pitch-black darkness.

You resumed the position you were in earlier; legs squeezed tight around his waist as if your life depended on it, ankles locked in the back, heels digging into his spine a few inches above his tailbone. Your arms wrapped around the nape of his neck, while his hand was settled at the base of yours.

Striving to be a tease, Thomas watched your reactions while he rubbed his tip up and down your wetness, starting from your hole, up to the top of your clit, then back down. Something about the moves, so calculated, so precious, so damn taunting that it almost seemed like he was mocking you, it was all becoming too much. He had been edging you all night—well, enough to to feel like it was all night—that you knew he was nearing the end of his limits as well.

Impatient by nature, Thomas merely gave your throat a warning squeeze before he slipped his tip inside. He may have been ruthless with his teasing, yes, but he wasn’t heartless. He waited, kept his hips still against his own will until you nodded or squeezed his hair each time you wanted him to push in just a smidge further. He praised and affirmed you with words you didn’t even process since the only thing your mind could focus on was the contrast of pleasure with a little bit of sting. You wanted nothing more for him to be fully sheathed inside you, fucking your stupid—and so did he—, but you decided it best for you to take it slow. At first.

Once his hips were flush with yours, hard cock filling you in ways you didn’t even know existed, you adjusted your legs around his waist, shifting until the discomfort went away mostly. You didn’t even nod or give and indignation before you bucked your hips against his, causing a sigh to fall from his pink, kiss-bitten lips, while a light moan fell from yours. He took that as his sign you were ready, and he slowly pulled his hips from yours with a semi-gentle test thrust first before he saw you were okay, then he picked up his pace in a matter of seconds.

“Fuck, angel, you’re so tight.” He groaned against your neck, hot breath symbolizing a warning before his lips were all over the soft skin.

You whimpered, your hands automatically lacing in his hair and tugging at the roots, nails occasionally scratching at his scalp. You don’t know how long your hand stayed like that before realizing you needed something better to grasp, to hold on and cling to like your fate was dependent on it.

One are tucked under his, the other following suit, and soon both hands were clawing down his back, the feeling prompting Thomas to pound away harder. Teeth against your neck let you know that you’d have to wear your hair down for the next few days, and possibly skip meals at the homestead to avoid being seen as well. Even so, you didn’t care right now. You were to wrapped up in the way his fucked into you, mercilessly pounding away at you pussy, the wet squelching sounds coming from where the two of you were connected absolutely sinful.

You knew the gladers had gone to sleep however long ago, but you also knew that a few had a hard time sleeping. Thank god Chuck had knocked out before you came out here.

The threat of getting caught is what caused you to bury your face in his shoulder, head leaning against his outstretched arm that was holding the tree for support. You nips and suck at the skin of his collarbone right where it connects to his shoulder, albeit much weaker and definitely less effort put in than him, but it gives you something to do, along with practically gouging your uneven nails down his sweaty back, to keep your mind off the seething moans that threaten to rip from your throat.

After awhile of hearing you go silent and feeling the pressure of both your lips and fingers on his skin increase, Thomas grows annoyed with your lack of sound. You feel his hand leave your throat, but you don’t exactly process it, your brain overwhelmed with too many things to worry about the loss of touch, but you do feel where it ends up. Your head is abruptly yanked back, yet somehow as gently as possible although is still leaves a pained sensation. Thomas’s fingers were in between the weaves of your—now very loose and incredibly messy—braid, forcing you to look at him as he fucks you. He seemed to know exactly what you were thinking.

“Don't muffle yourself. Let them hear your whiny voice, baby. Everyone should know how good I'm fucking you.” Without a barrier to block your noises, you let out a moan at his words alone. And then everything comes crashing down. You give up on trying to quiet yourself, only having enough left in you to chase that feeling that leaves you whining incoherent words that maybe he understands, digging and clawing at any available surface you can get you dainty little fingers on (which is most likely his back or shoulder), and letting yourself go completely—letting him take care of you.

And boy does he know how to take care of you. For someone you’ve never spoken a word to until tonight, he knows how to fuck you right. He knows how to have you in his arms, body practically limp and a deadweight which only impales you more on his dick. And when he hears that you’ve given in to more than just his one request by letting your jaw fall slack, any moans or whimpers just free to waltz out, he leans in close to whisper in your ear, voice deep and slightly raspy; “Good girl.”

He feels the way your fingernails grips his shoulders harder, possibly hard enough to draw blood, and the way your already-tight walls clench around him even more. Something in his mind clicks for him that doesn’t for you, probably because your too busy with the way he fills you up so damn well his tip kisses your cervix each time you come back down on him and he fucks back up.

“You like being called a good girl, huh? You like being told how good you feel around me, being praised for doing what I say like the good girl you are?” He knows what he’s doing at this point. But that was stop you from enjoying it nonetheless.

“F—yeah, fuck, I do.” You agree with what little sanity to have left, mustering a nod that almost spends every ounce of energy.

Your eyes have him in a trance; watery, pupils blown, looking up at him with the most innocent looking eyes he could ever think of. Except he knew you weren’t innocent.

“I bet no one else fucks you like this, huh, angel? No one else gives you princess treatment because they’re too busy trying to find a way to get in your panties to even think about treating you right. But a part of you likes it, don’t you?” You merely whined, words failing you as he smirked and kept going. “You like the fact that half the guys here probably jerk off to the thought of you when they’re alone, think of you as some little slut that everyone gets a turn with in their minds. The glade’s own whore, hmm?”

“F-Fuck, Thomas,” you whimper, the feeling his words give you turning into physical pleasure, not just for yourself, but for Thomas as well when he feels your warm walls squeezing around his shaft.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it; just whoring out and fucking every guy in this place? But your so damn innocent—too damn innocent, it’s why half the guys here can’t seem to get their mind off you.” He grunts between thrusts, as if his hips slamming into yours punctuates each word. “Don’t worry, after tonight I think enough people around here will have learned who got to fuck you. I’ll treat you right, princess.”

Both hands clenched at whatever they can, and Thomas feels the crescent-shaped nail marks already imbedding themselves in his shoulder and nose of his neck.

You were getting undeniably closer, and you were afraid that he might edge you again. Hell, you were afraid that you let him have that much power over you. In spite of your efforts, your own voice adding to the ringing in your ears as you bucked your hips downwards— if even possible with the force he had you pressed against the tree with. “Don’t stop… please, please don’t stop, Tommy.” You begged, pathetically desperate for him to finally let you release.

“Only if you keep making those pretty little sounds, angel.” And you did; effortlessly obeying his commands, when in reality it was inevitable that your sounds escaped at some point. You just didn’t hold back at all. At least you didn’t talk to very many people, otherwise they would’ve been suspicious of your barely-there voice if the hadn’t already heard you screaming the night before.

His thrusts became irregular, and at first you thought he was going to tell you that you didn’t do well enough for him, seize yet another orgasm from you like he had been doing all night. What you didn’t realize was that he was slowing down to edge himself, not wanting to cum to early or before you did.

Thomas decided you wouldn’t mind a few scratches on your back, maybe a few splinters, ‘cause it sure as hell looked like you wouldn’t give a damn right now, so he took his supporting hand off the tree and encased it around your throat, admiring the way his hand seemed to swallow you whole. His free hand fled to your clit, rubbing circles against the sensitive bud as you cried out his name. It was mindless, you hadn’t even realized it. That’s what made it so fucking hot.

Time and time again, you continued to impress him with how easily you could be controlled, completely fucked out to the point you only knew his name and the word ‘please’. “Atta girl. That’s right, let everyone know who’s fucking you like this.” You whimpered his name again, the word simply rolling off your tongue without a thought. He wasn’t even sure if you said it because you followed orders so well, or if it was really the only thing you could say.

“T-Thomas, shit—fuck, I’m g—” your sentence was left unfinished since you couldn’t breathe, your lungs on fire just like the rest of your skin. It could’ve been from the way Thomas’s hand was unconsciously restricting your airway a little too much, though, once he noticed he eased up. Either way, he got your message loud and clear. And he could feel his own release brewing in the pit of his stomach.

“Please… please don’t stop this time. I-I can’t take it anymore… need to cum.” You whined between shallow breaths before he could even speak.

His pace and force picked up to almost inhuman speeds, basically fucking you into the tree behind you. “I won’t, I promise.”

As if the words didn’t register, mindless pleas were pouring from you, “I have to—’m so close, Tommy, please.”

“I know, baby, I know. Me too, alright? So your gonna be a good girl and cum for me, yeah?” It wasn’t until his thumb pressed against the bundle of nerves he was previously circling, did his words finally sink in.

Along with his gentle demand came your orgasm that you didn’t know had been so close the whole time. Your walls enveloped him so tight he was sure his dick would slip out, but it didn’t. It stayed inside your warm, velvety wetness, twitching but thrusting sloppily throughout your high as his neared.

You were seeing stars, and you were pretty sure they weren’t the ones in the night sky above you. Your nails dug so harshly into his chest and back that your fingers aches, and you could only imagine the number you’d done on him. The feeling was euphoric, sure you’d never come down from the drunken-high feeling. Your thighs shook, muscles spasming as your nerves felt like they were frying at the slight overstimulation he was giving you.

Feeling you cum around him, his cock twitched inside you, soon giving into the demands of your velvety warmth and wet squelching sounds. “Fuck, shit—such a good girl, angel… such a good fucking girl for me.” He moaned out, his voice the softest it’d been yet, but still somehow possessing the same roughness as before.

You felt a hot-warmth gush inside you, your face already buried deep in his shoulder again as you physically could not keep your head up. “Just for you.” You whimpered, enjoying the feeling of being completely filled to the brim, his hand coming off your throat to slide around the back of your neck in a somewhat-comforting hold. The feeling of being taken care of.

[decks-writing-blog]

Here to Stay Drabbles: Benrey Benry Benrye

Summary: Benrey makes some important decisions.

[A/N] In a not yet released chapter of my current WIP fic 'Gordon Swap' my headcanon that Benrey stole Barney's uniform at some point in the past gets brought up and if I recall correctly I alluded to that being the case near the end of WeverTF Benrey is too because it's an idea I've had a for a while. Writing the bit where it's brought up in 'Gordon Swap' made me want to write this so I did.

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Everyone paid attention to the security guards. When sensitive experiments were being worked on they blocked the entrance to the labs in question, necessitating people talk to them to be let through. The perfect set up for some fun shenanigans. It wouldn’t work if not one of them though which meant a uniform was needed.

The locker and thus the name tag on the uniform inside read ‘Barney’. A good name… maybe. What made something a good name? That one brought to mind barns so maybe whoever it was owned a barn. Assuming barns existed outside of fantasy video games anyway. Regardless the name was taken and thus that one wouldn’t do no matter how good or bad it was.

Something that started with a ‘B’ would be fine though. B was a pretty cool letter as far as letters went. … A long while of just sitting in the locker room, staring at the name tag so far hadn’t brought much inspiration. Naming oneself was hard. In video games ‘aaaaaaaa’ or some kind of swear word, making the NPC’s look silly and/or rude, worked great. In real life though, in a new human looking form, it had to be something believable. Changing it later was technically possible but what if this security guard thing really took off? A bunch of different names might get confusing and wouldn’t feel right anyway. Any name chosen here would likely stick for a while.

Sticking with being called ‘X’ was possible but it didn’t feel like a name. That was the experiment’s title and the titles of other experiments almost never lined up with any of the proper names for the beings/objects involved and thus it shouldn’t here either. Besides, some distance from that lab would be nice, easier to prank people further away from it as they’d be far less likely to suspect anything fishy.

“Barney. Barbara. Benjamin.” What other ‘B’ names were there? Preferably ones that would be easy to scribble onto the the name tag with the sharpie. “Bob. Boob.” That one wasn’t a name. But it didn’t have to be a real, name did it? Just close enough to one to sound believable. It was hard to know what counted as a real name anyway.

“Barnley. Barley. Benley.” That one had kind of a nice ring to it but wasn’t quite right. “Beney. Ben… ray, like a ray of sunshine? Benray. Hmm… nah, too pretty.” Not that there was anything wrong with being named after a ray of sunshine, the sun was quite nice actually, but pretty wasn’t cool and it had to be something cool. This still felt like a good line of thinking though. So instead of ‘a’ like a pretty ray of sunlight how about the ‘e’ from the original name stay? Meaning it would be… “Benrey.”

“Benrey. Benrey. Benrey. Benrey. Benrey.” Ha. It’d be funny if that was the full name. Maybe some of them could be spelled a little differently too like ‘Benry’ or ‘Benrye’.

Standing and looking around revealed no one to talk to. Which made sense, humans like to sleep every single night for some reason and thus few were ever around during the night. Pretending to talk to someone would have to do.

“My name’s Benrey, nice to meet’cha. Howdy, hello, I’m Benrey. I need to see your uh… papers or something ‘cause I’m totally a security guard so I gotta see that stuff to let you through. … Hello, I’m uh… security guard, Benrey, gotta show me your papers now, ‘kay?” The delivery on some of that wasn’t great. Did security guards even introduce themselves by name? And probably instead of the nebulous ‘papers’, asking for a specific document that he could change up at will would be better. But the name felt pretty good.

The sharpie cap came off with a small pop. Pressing the uniform against the locker made it easier to scribble on the name tag. Turn the ‘ar’ into a big ‘e’ then add a little ‘r’ in front of and slightly over the ‘e’ after the ‘n’ so it wasn’t clear if it was being covered up or replaced, opening the door for it be read as ‘Benrey’ or ‘Benry’. Perfect.

New human looking form and new human sounding name, yay. There was one thing missing though. None of the humans around the lab or in any video games or TV shows were referred to as ‘it’. Why was a mystery because almost everything else – plants, bugs, animals, and video game monsters alike – went by ‘it’ at least some of the time. But if humans went by ‘he’, ‘she’ or in one instance ‘they’, then to blend in more with them being addressed as such was necessary, right? Not that blending in all the way was the goal. Standing out too much too soon would make the bit harder though.

What was the difference between ‘it’s, ‘he’s, ‘she’s and ‘they’s though? Paying more attention to that kind of stuff would’ve helped out here. Was it even something that could be gleaned from looking at a person though? Maybe it was a choice people made and told everyone else and Benrey had just never overheard such a conversation. Asking was an option as was sneaking onto a computer to look it up but… did it really matter? Of everything else, this felt far less important. So… he would be a ‘he’ because as far as he knew all the security guards he knew were ‘he’s so he would be one too.

His name was ‘Benrey’, he was a ‘he’, and he was a security guard. He wasn’t human but he would fit in with them a bit more now, enough to hopefully have some fun.

[norringtondeservestheworld]

You all I FINALLY got a Playstation 5 a month ago (so happy!!!) and while the 90% of the owners of a PS5 are talking about THAT wizard game which name I’ll not say I’m here, obsessed with Detroit Become Human. I mean I wanted to play it since the day it was released (five years ago lmao I know I’m late) but I couldn’t because I didn’t have the console but now I do and I knew it was great but OH MY GOD I didn’t except to be THAT GOOD. IT’S A MASTERPIECE. IT’S ONE OF THE BEST GAME EVER CREATED. Like I bought it 4 weeks ago and I already did 3 different walkthroughs (yes that’s why I haven’t been a lot on tumblr lately sorry about that) but I can’t wait any longer to talk about it so here you go, my opinions about this awesome game and everything I loved about Detroit Become Human who none asked for. You’re welcome (if you are following me for Braime or something else and you don’t want to see things about Detroit Become Human don’t worry just filter/block the tag, I tag all the posts).

- Always loved the games where a story takes different ways because of your choices (my icon is literally a screen from a game who works that way) and this one has like 99+ different endings based of how you played and most chapters have like 5 different endings like hello??? I love this???

- The screenwriting is terrific. Amazing. And I don’t mean only the story, but the dialogues and characters too. The characters OH MY GOD. There isn’t a single positive character that I didn’t get attached to and none of them is stereotyped, not even the villains. Fuck David Cage, why you didn’t write GOT??? It’s a totally different story from DBH, but I know you could have done better than Dumb & Dumber. Before buying it, I was 100% positive to do every single choice even the worst ones who would get every character killed but now I can’t??? I love them all???

- I wish the story was longer. It wasn’t short at all, but the story was that profound and beautiful and I love these characters I wanted more????

- Loved how they showed the way androids were treated by humans. They didn’t show a lot of the violence humans did to androids because they didn’t need to. Because you could feel it. Seeing public places with “Androids not allowed” on the door and seeing them in the bus being in a limited space for them separated from the humans exactly like it happened to jews and black community in the past. Also the camps where in the end they put the androids to exterminate them look intentionally like Extermination Camps (even in the game itself they say so). A punch in the stomach.

- Loved that most of the characters are androids. The only human character of the protagonists is Hank, literally everyone else is an android and this was perfect. This is a story about androids. They are the ones who are being oppressed. And the humans in this story are pretty good in their villains roles.

- Thank God they didn’t put a romance as the main theme of the story, “an impossibile love between an android or a human” bullshit. This is a story about robots created by humans that were treated like objects, that were a property, who were selled on shops, and they were THAT oppressed they were able to develop emotions and their own personality and break their program to be themselves, people who wanted their freedom and start living as the living beings they are with dignity. This is what makes the story powerful.

- Loved that when Kara, Markus and Connor stop being machines and become deviants you see them fighting against an invisible wall until it’s destroyed, because that wall is their programming and breaking it means they’ll be free to be who they want, stopping being a machine and becoming a living being. Beautiful.

- Android Chloe being on the menu settings that talks to you sometimes but when you finish the story for the first time she tells you she feels different and ask you the permission to leave to discover herself and if you say yes she thank you and leaves??? I don’t know who had this idea but he/she is a genius

- The music. Gods. The music.

And the characters. Gods. Let’s talk about them.

- I knew Connor is loved by everyone and I fully expected to don’t like him that much. I was wrong. I love him.

- I don’t know what the fuck is going on between Markus and Simon, but there isn’t a single logical heterosexual explanation for them. Actually wait, I kinda know what’s going on 😁

- Never romanced North in any of my walkthroughs and never will. I love her but fuck it, if Simon can’t have Markus, NONE CAN.

- I love Ralph. So much. He deserved more screen time! They put him there to scare you with him being mentally unstable and always with a big knife in his hand (pretty sure he killed people too but shhh), but he’s like that because of trauma!! Someone help him and give him some love and therapy!! It’s crazy that they worked so hard making him so interesting when some players don’t even know of his existence since he has like 10 minutes of screen time and you met him only if you do certain choices. Again, the writing is killing it.

- Loved that Zlatko got killed (at least in my walkthrough) from the androids he tortured for fun. Poetic cinema. Freeing them from their cells so they could kill him was one of the best choices I made in this game.

- Protect Simon at all costs. Him and Ralph are the kings in being cinnamon rolls.

- I know a lot of people ships Hank and Connor, but I actually got the Father/Son dynamic from them? I can see why someone like them as a romantic couple, but I see them like a Parent and his kid, like Joel and Ellie from the Last of Us. They have the best non romantic relationship of the game.

- North, Simon and Josh following Markus wherever he goes being ready to die every time, even if they disagree with his approach. Wow. That’s fucking loyalty.

- Markus has the best story, Connor the best arc and Kara has the most anxious story (with better plot twists). At least in my opinion. Everyone is the best in something.

- Loved that Kara and Alice met Luther because of Zlatko. After that awful experience with him, it’s good to know that it brought something positive too.

- I fangirled everytime two of the three main characters of the game met, I didn’t even know it was possible??? I fangirled even more when I saw the choice of making Connor a deviant.

- It makes sense that Connor becomes a deviant at the end, since he was created to stop deviants, he needed more time to evolve and to break his program. I just wished i saw more of him with Markus and the Jericho group fighting together against the humans, the humans he worked with before, and I wanted him to interact with Simon, since if previously you did different choices, Simon would have died because of Connor. Maybe if you pick certain choices they meet? I don’t know.

Everyone should play this. Everyone should know this amazing, profound story. This isn’t game, this is an experience. It has been done with passion. Passion from everyone. From David Cage who created this story and these characters and from the actors who played them with such emotion. Part of me wish they made a series they already have the actors since the characters have the actors’ appearance well maybe except the actress who played Alice I imagine she grown up but actually nope, the game is already with great cinematography and music and acting, it looks already a series. A great series.

Thanks to everyone who read it all!!! Sorry for the rant it’s just I love this story so much!!! And I’m looking for Detroit Become Human’s blogs (and maybe Markus x Simon blogs if possible, my shipper heart need them). Comment if you post about it so I can follow you please!!!

[suleikashideaway]

10 ways to tell you're reading a fic by suleikas_hideaway

Thank you @gardengalwrites for the tag!! 

Most of these relate to how I’ve felt while writing my (still unpublished) longfic, but a few things have popped up in the recent one-shots I’ve written for the ffviiicharacterweek challenges. Overall, this was a really enlightening activity and took me wayyyyyy longer than I would have thought. Tbh, I’ve learned so much about myself as a little baby writer and I’m grateful for the opportunity to reflect! 

I inadvertently focus every aspect of my stories on personal growth and recovery. I started writing as a form of therapy to help me deal with my personal struggles, and so that’s inherently what my characters do, too. I live for that slow, nonlinear climb from rock bottom. Or, in my recent discovery of writing one-shots, it’s the understanding that yes, we can do hard things, or yes, it’s worth taking a step back and seeing the big picture and appreciating how we got here. 

In that same vein, I discovered that I quite enjoy writing the journey towards rock bottom. You know the one. In which you keep thinking “wow, it can’t get any worse than this!” And then you think it a dozen more times until you’re in a place where you can literally go nowhere but up. Love that. Heh.

I think the above two points make it obvious that introspection is my thing! I aim to give characters a reasonable and believable amount of processing time. I want you to be inside their little heads and see what makes them tick. What do they outwardly show versus what they keep to themselves? What kind of winding thought patterns do they have? What are their secret fears and desires, and do they even realize them? And hopefully not bore you to hell while doing so (:

It’s my goal to make every single word meaningful. I honestly don’t know if I accomplish this, but if there is an object or an image invoked, it’s intentional. Symbolism, motifs, imagery – it’s all meant to be there. 

In addition to the symbolism, everything mentioned has a backstory. If a character is drinking a cup of coffee in one scene, you better believe I have their entire backstory as to why they drink coffee. If a character mentions music in one single sentence, you better believe I have the entire backstory of their appreciation for music. 

So far I’ve only ever written in close third-person narrative. I’ve been striving for the absolute closest I can get without making it first person, using vocabulary and vibes that only that character can give you. This has been one of the most enjoyable things about writing from different perspectives. Tbh it makes me want to try first person sometime soon. 

I’ve also only ever written in past tense. I don’t know why I do this??? I want to try writing in present tense but it’s not something that feels natural to me, though I love reading present.

Another thing I try to do is give an immersive description of the physical environment of a scene. I want to make you feel like you are in the bar with the character, or out in the rain, or in a cold, unwelcome room. It’s something I strive for, and hopefully accomplish! To add to this, I aim for specificity in my descriptions. I try to paint a full picture without going overboard or making anything too purple. (Though I can admit I don’t think my one-shots really go for the level of description I like. Hmmm maybe some more editing is in order!)

I really adore writing romantic relationships as well as family dynamic relationships. Something I hope to add more of is platonic relationships! But as of now, none of my fics have any friendships really highlighted, which I think is sad!

I live for the narrative, which means I try to change my style based on what is needed for the scene. I think I tend to write long sentences but sometimes they get choppy on purpose if that’s better for the tone. Or sometimes, if a character is really in the throes then description is done away in favor for the inward spiral they’re having.

[scottappreciation]

Scottuary2: Reader’s Edition & Final Round-Up

WHAT IS IT?

Now that the creation portion of the event is finished, you can get bingo for just enjoying the content! No community is complete without the support of its readers, and the value of even a single 😍🥰 comment can’t be underestimated. All 89 fics and 17 artworks submitted for the event are listed below the cut, sorted by prompt, to make it easier to find fics to match a bingo. Every prompt had at least two works submitted, and some as many as ten, so you’ll have plenty to choose from!

You can also explore the Ao3 collection here, and a list of the fanart submissions here.

HOW DO I PLAY?

To achieve bingo, simply:

Comment on and kudos five works (for fic on Ao3) or like and reblog with a comment in the tags about what you like (for art). There is no maximum or minimum length to your comment!

Mark each square off on your bingo card

Post the card + links to each piece you commented on to tumblr using the #scottuary2023 tag

Please use at least two separate creators for a complete bingo

You may mix and match fanart & fanfic in the same bingo (eg, an artwork for Little Red Scott and a fic for Significant Objects, etc), though you do not have to

And that’s it! There is no limit to how many bingos you submit, but please post each full five work bingo as one post, rather than one post per fic. This event will run through April 30th.

We can’t wait to see what you’re enjoying!

Row A

Mountain Ash

Help Me Breathe, by @redmoonfever​

The House We Build, by @letthestorieslive 

Mountain Ash, by @foofsterart

Little Red Scott

fairy tale ending, by @scribeoffate (NSFW)

Big Bad Wolf, by @redmoonfever 

The Color Red, by @kailaris-rites 

Caperucito rojo, by @silent-snake7 

Little Red Scott, by @slumop​

Little Red Scott, by @nacreousgore

Little Red Scott, by @foofsterart

Little Red Scott, by @redmoonfever

Scott + His Parents

memento, by @scribeoffate 

Protectors of Beacon Hills’ Protectors, by @redmoonfever 

so big / so small, by sulky_croissant 

Post-Show Canon

Veterinarian, Firefighter, Alpha, by @queenofmoons67 

Alone Together, by @redmoonfever 

Parallels

alpha pair, by @scribeoffate​ 

halfway to nowhere, by @spikeface​ 

Twilight, by @redmoonfever 

Beautiful Boy, by @redmoonfever 

Row B

Death

(Help) I'm Alive, by @letthestorieslive

what can the harvest hope for, by @moistvonlipwig 

the meaning of life, by @scribeoffate 

Love is Suicide, by @redmoonfever

Past Life, by @the-fandom-queen 

the anatomy of lightning, by @spikeface​

A Pin's Fee, by @princeescaluswords

Tomorrow we'll grieve, by @moths-in-hats​

when you’re a kid, by Sydrian​

Significant Objects

sacrifice, by @scribeoffate

Pink Pen, by @princeescaluswords​ 

Teddy Bear, by @redmoonfever

Mental and Medical, by @redmoonfever 

Significant Objects, by @slumop

Significant Objects, by @foofsterart

Holidays

Without Her, by @evilwriter37 

'till we have faces, by @lexluthorswigcap

Valentines Day, by @redmoonfever​

Bonds, by @wolfboy88

Golgotha, by @princeescaluswords​

alpha pair, by @scribeoffate​ 

seeing ghosts, by sulky_croissant

Holidays, by @slumop

Monster Inside

White Knight, by @princeescaluswords

collateral damage, by @scribeoffate 

Monster Inside, by @redmoonfever​

Hurt/Comfort

Hold Me Up, by @evilwriter37

Invulnerable, by @princeescaluswords

Surrender Your Heart, by @redmoonfever

No Show, by @redmoonfever

steal my heart, by @scribeoffate

Row C

Scott + Nemeton

second nature, by @scribeoffate (NSFW)

Wish I Was Dead, by @redmoonfever

The Summoning of Scott McCall, by @letthestorieslive 

Rare Pairs

tell me what to do, by @scribeoffate (NSFW)

Opposites Attract, by @redmoonfever

Three's A Charm, by @wolfboy88​ (NSFW)

¿Quieres bailar?, by @silent-snake7​ 

Electric Fields, by @wolfboy88 (NSFW)

Rare pairs (Scanny), by @slumop​

Rare pairs (Scanny), by @foofsterart

Free Space

Pretty in Pink, by @redmoonfever 

First Times, by @domesticated-feral

denial, by @scribeoffate​ (NSFW)​

Teen Wolf Postcards: Scott's Tour of the Americas, by @rhyslahey

waiting on goodbye, by sulky_croissant

start by wiping the blood of his chin (and pretending to understand) by @scintalla​

Alternate Universe

The Farm Boy Who Wrote Home, by @rhyslahey

Claws and Bats Swinging, by @redmoonfever

Revenge is Bloody, by @evilwriter37

First Times, by @domesticated-feral 

Reverse it, by @sammi-phoenix​

Alternate Universe, by @slumop​ 

Alternate Universe, by @foofsterart

Roxie

In Love and Death, by @redmoonfever

memento, by @scribeoffate

Fuerza de carácter, by @silent-snake7

Tomorrow we'll grieve, by @moths-in-hats​

Roxie, by @redmoonfever

Roxie, by @dahliia04

Row D

Scars

Anatomy of Healing Aching Scars, by @letthestorieslive

Scars like stars on my skin, by @sammi-phoenix 

What Makes A Human?, by @redmoonfever

Depression / Motel California

Depression/Motel California, by @slumop

An Alpha's Fall, by @evilwriter37

Until It Kills You, by @redmoonfever

constant variable, by @scribeoffate

Lobito, by @sammi-phoenix

a family to lean on, by @dahliia04

Flare, by @slice-of-magenta

Fullshift Scott

transformative spaces, by @scribeoffate (NSFW)

Friend and Foe, by @redmoonfever​

Fullshift Scott, by @slumop​

Lacrosse

body check, by @scribeoffate 

No Show, by @redmoonfever

Lacrosse Footnote, by @redmoonfever

Electric Fields, by @wolfboy88​​ (NSFW)

Scott + Canon Emissaries

sacrifice, by @scribeoffate

The Discussion of Inevitability, by @redmoonfever

Fuerza de carácter, by @silent-snake7 

Row E

Werewolf Abilities

Vicious Love, by @redmoonfever

body check, by @scribeoffate

a certain potential, by @spikeface

I’m On The Hunt (I’m After You), by @letthestorieslive

Scott + Anger

Scott + Anger, by @slumop

Sometimes it just hurts to exist, you know?, by @the-fandom-queen

You Let Me Fall, by @redmoonfever​

equity, by @scribeoffate

Prepare for war, by bel_e_muir 

perspective, by @momentofmemory 

Canon Divergence

Jungle Exploration, by @redmoonfever

collateral damage, by @scribeoffate 

Bonds, by @wolfboy88

Dreams

All My Dreams (Never Quite What It Seems), by @redmoonfever​ 

equity, by @scribeoffate 

Past Life, by @the-fandom-queen 

mirror image, by @daughterofluthien 

Memory

the meaning of life, by @scribeoffate

in case it hasn't gone, by @daughterofluthien

Memories, Where'd You Go?, by @redmoonfever 

[pikmingrubb]

Mike Ehrmantraut X Ftm! Reader

You get shot from a rival random drug gang, and Mike takes care of you.

Tags: blood and gore, gun violence, triggering themes, PTSD, kidnapping, gun wound, hospital things,

Word Count: 3,167

“Stop.” Nacho said firmly, “They see us, they’ll kill him,” he grabbed Mike’s arm, Mike looked like he wanted to deck Nacho and run ahead, but he stopped himself. It was too risky, he couldn’t just go in with guns blazing, he needed to wait it out and strategize. As much as he hated every second wasted, Nacho was correct.

Nacho gave Mike a stern look, eyes locking with his own, he watched the gears turn in Mike’s head. His lips pursed slightly, eyes averting Nacho’s as he pulled his arm from his grip, he stepped back and let himself cool down. 

“We do this smart, and he gets out alive,” Nacho said quietly, following Mike back to his car, his colleague was silent as he popped the trunk and dug into his vehicle. He emerged with a large rifle case, swinging it over his shoulder and giving Nacho a little nod to follow him. “You can’t take them out with a rifle, there’s too many,” Nacho commented following his brisk pace. 

“I’m not gonna fire a single shot, I’m gonna scout.” A low grovel came from the man in front of him, Nacho just furrowed his brow and shook his head while paced behind him. 

Nacho was a little freaked, a rival meth dealer gang had taken you in hopes of expanding their territory by force, unfortunate for the small-time meth dealers. They had beaten a hornet's nest and brought out a goliath of a monster from the shadows. Nacho wasn’t sure they knew who they had roped up inside that room, perhaps a high-ranking member of the Salamancas? 

No, it was just you, while you certainly did have ties to a large cartel boss, it wasn’t anything like they thought. You did happen to be chained to a very dangerous man with the experience of a small army. With any luck, they’d have a swift and painless death. 

Mike thinking about you being locked in that room made his blood boil, you hadn’t done anything to warrant gang members even taking notice of you. Why did they happen to pick you? Were you just in the wrong place at the wrong time?

Shame and guilt burned inside of him, he should have kept you safe, away from harm’s reach. He sighed deeply, unfortunately, nowhere was safe, he just wasn’t expecting you to get kidnapped. 

Mike set his gun up and settled down on the ground. His eyes scraped over the area, taking note of how many cars and people were around. Too few, this place was deserted, everyone here was most likely in that room. 

Mike blinked slowly, good . If he decided to start shooting, he didn’t have to worry about hurting an innocent, no blood of the lambs to be shed upon the hungry earth. 

Nacho stayed quiet for a little, letting Mike think and plan. Nacho started to feel heat trickle down his spine, he felt sweat gather at his temples, this fucking heat never stops. 

Nacho wiped a little sweat from his brow, his eyes were focused on the crummy hotel before him, watching for any movements or signs of life. 

“What are you thinking?” Nacho interrupted Mike; his head pulled away from the scope to look at Nacho briefly. 

“We wait.” His voice was curt and short, as usual . Nacho breathed out from his nose, wiping his eyes from sweat and trying to collect his thoughts. 

“I can see that. I mean, what happens if shit goes south?” Nacho looked pointedly at him, irritation seeping into his words. 

“It won’t happen,” Mike said firmly, he needed to believe it. He had to, or else he would blame himself for your death, another soul that slipped from his fingers because of his actions. 

Nacho was about to let something else slip from his mouth before the sound of bullets ricocheting off various objects caught their attention. Nacho’s head whipped towards the sounds, horror pulling at his insides as he witnesses flashes of gunfire from inside the room you occupied. 

Mike was back on the scope, desperately searching for an enemy within his range, his finger itched on the trigger. Faint yelling could be heard among the wild gunshots whizzing around inside the small hotel room. 

The door suddenly flung open, a man backed out while aiming inside, Mike quickly targeted him. His finger squeezed the trigger, a thump bucked against his shoulder as he watched the man drop to the ground, a new hole had appeared in his head. 

Nacho panicked beside him, watching with wide eyes, he crouched down as low as he could. His chest was pressed into the hard earth, and he felt absolutely worthless as a battle ensued before him. 

Mike awaited with shallow breath, expecting another body to exit the doorframe, and to allow another bullet to rip from his barrel, but nothing. He listened intently, it was all crickets, the gunfire had ceased, and it was deathly silent. That’s what he feared the most. 

Before Nacho could even say anything, Mike was up and walking towards the hotel, he pulled out a handgun from his belt. Nacho had no other choice but to pull his own metal as he quickly followed Mike, up in arms as they cautiously approached. The gaping black door allowed nothing inside to be perceived, its dark mouth swallowed everything in sight. 

Mike trudged forward, he knew he’d find you in there, in what state was the question? A hole through your head? Body mangled by bullets, blood soaking through your clothing and spilling onto the ground, he shivered at the thought. 

Mike gently stepped over the corpse outside, his hand steadied his shaking fingers as he looked down at the sight of his gun. The sound of footsteps stopped them both in their tracks, the harsh sun outside didn’t allow them to see the enemy that approaches slowly. 

The hair on Mike’s arm raised, he felt his heartbeat speed up and the air crackled with tension. Nacho dared not breathe as the loud thumping of feet came out from the hotel room. 

“Come out slowly, hands up,” Mike said calmly and loud enough for the person inside to hear, the steps stopped and processed his words carefully before continuing their trek outward. Mike squinted as a form appeared in the doorway, he immediately noticed a large kitchen knife branded in their hand, blood soaked the blade, and fingers stained with red. 

A white button-up was splattered with red, large sprays of blood had soaked through, the wet fabric clinging to their body. Mike’s heart skipped a beat as he met with unknown eyes, a feeling seated inside him that felt foreign, the person he watched was unrecognizable. The amount of gore and blood sticking to them made them look deranged, their eyes held a similar feeling, a terrified animal unknowing of the scenario around them. 

Their eyes met, but no relief was breathed, confusion and a cry for help was all Mike could see. Those eyes didn’t recognize him, he was just another threat to them, it broke his heart. 

“Put the knife down, (Y/n).” Mike said softly, he saw a blank expression fade across your face, and you slowly bent down and released the tarnished silver onto the ground. 

Your eyes never left him, you were terrified that as soon as you did, you’d be strung like a caught rabbit. Your only form of defense is gone. Why did you put the blade down? 

“It’s okay.” Mike’s calm voice called out to you, he had long since lowered his weapon, and he approached you slowly. Arms out, showing he held nothing, you just watched him closely, your eyes snapping to the man behind him, the man slowly nodded his head in encouragement. 

“You’re safe, I’m here to help.” He called gently, he saw your shoulders were tight and you avoided his direct gaze, hands shaking as you brought them closer to your midsection. 

You let him get closer, his form within arm's reach, you cringed back in fear, closing your eyes as if that would protect you. His gentle touch reached your face, a gloved hand grabbing your chin and pulling your gaze towards him. He inspected you quietly, softly. You were like a young fawn in his hands, one wrong move and you’d skitter away, he needed to keep your trust. 

You braved yourself enough to open your eyes, watching his calm face look into yours, you weren’t sure what emotions he was showing to you. You decided on the emotion was akin to sadness, deep and slashing, yet he tried to bring you comfort in this anguish. 

“Are you hurt?” His voice called to you gently, his gloved hands had moved away from your jaw and slowly trailed down your body, gently brushing over your shoulders and inspecting your arms. You shook under his touch; you didn’t quite understand the words coming from him. Nothing in your brain was able to process vocals, your brain had entered trauma mode, and nothing felt real, your body just reacted to possible harm and everything else was ignored. 

If you were conscious, it was locked behind several walls of emotional dampeners, trying to keep the bare minimum processors from burning themselves out because of stress. 

Mike noticed your paranoid and confused look, he just continued searching your limbs for injuries, watching you closely for any signs of pain or if it was too much. His fingers stopped at your waist, brushing over a hole in your shirt, this brought a violent reaction from you. You pulled away and hissed in pain, a gasp choking out from you. 

“N-No!” Was all you could choke out, tears welling in your eyes, Mike shushed you gently, trying to quell your quickly building fear. 

He beckoned Nacho closer as he grabbed your arm gently, keeping you from wriggling out of his grasp, Nacho approached you slowly. He said a few words to you, all of which you ignored as you solely focused on the man in front of you. 

“Stay still, we need to check your wound,” Mike said, struggling to keep it light so as not to spook you further. While one hand grabbed your arm the other caressed the side of your face, trying to calm you down. 

Nacho leaned in closer, his fingers peeled back your shirt as gently as possible, it stuck to your body from dried blood as he removed it. Nacho breathed out a slow exhale, sure enough, there was a seeping bullet wound. He looked at your backside, seeing an exit wound as well. 

“Bullet, it went straight through. It was close enough to the outside I don’t think it nicked anything,” Nacho said calmly, his eyes gazing up at Mike as he continued to inspect you for any more wounds. 

You tried staying as still as possible as they looked over you, Mike’s hand still grabbing you, less painfully as you stopped trying to wriggle free of him. Nacho stood back up and shook his head “no” , he hadn’t found anything else major on you other than the abdominal wound from the bullet. 

“(Y/n),” Mike brought your attention back to him, your eyes darting back from Nacho to gaze at him. 

“We need to bring you to a doctor to patch you up, you’re hurt.” He explained to you slowly, your eyes read over his face for a moment before looking away. Mike still wasn’t sure if you understood him, but you were more relaxed around them now, so hopefully it wouldn’t be an issue. 

Mike decided to lead you to his car while Nacho poked around the inside of the hotel, searching for anyone still alive. Nacho cleared the place out within a few minutes after inspecting everything, the sight inside was quite gruesome. He inspected all the bodies, seeing large gashes in a few and one with his neck sliced open slumped over a couch. Blood had completely saturated the inside of the room, and no amount of scrubbing would hide the stains of blood in the room. 

Forever a print of some horrifying crime scene here, Nacho’s nose burned at the smell of iron soaking into his sinuses, he let out a slow breath as he exited the room. He had no fucking clue how you managed to maim four guys in such close proximity, the fifth one taken out by Mike’s rifle in the entryway. 

He headed back over to the car to check on Mike dealing with you, he had gotten you into the car and safely patched up the wound as best he could. Professionals would have to take care of the rest, he had no tools to even begin appropriately patching you up. 

You looked pale sitting there, Nacho wasn’t sure if it was from blood loss or what, but you looked like shit. Mike gave Nacho a brief look before clipping the seatbelt into place and securing you in, “Sit back here, I want you to keep an eye on him.” He said giving a sigh and leaving to enter the driver's side. 

Nacho slid into the back passenger seat, he watched you sway lightly, eyes glazed over, and your face contorted in pain. As soon as Nacho was buckled in you slumped over onto him, head resting against his shoulder, Nacho almost jumped a little. He wasn’t quite expecting you to lean on him, he blinked rapidly and raised his arm to tentatively circle around your shoulders, keeping you in place against him. 

He knew a bumpy ride was ahead, no point in letting your almost unconscious body flail about in the back of the car, Mike would appreciate Nacho being gentle around you. Not to mention Nacho didn’t want to even think of any harsh backlash from the old man, he had enough problems, the last thing he needed was a rifle barrel shoved up his ass for being inconsiderate. 

The beginning of the drive was dead silent, with no music to calm any nerves, just stagnant air as the whole scenario was being processed. Nacho almost wanted to talk about it, and ask questions, but he knew better than to say anything. He just stared out the window, occasionally looking down at you to see your chest gently rise and fall. Indicating you had not left the world of the living, your body had fallen into silence, Nacho questioned at one point if maybe you had fallen asleep against him. No, your eyes stayed open, that look of anguish hadn’t for a moment left your face, the slight bumps in the road made you groan in pain.

Nacho wasn’t expecting to show up at a hospital, he was guessing some back-alley cartel doctor, but nothing like this. He felt a little out of place, unsure of what exactly to say or do, but when Mike stopped the car in front of the hospital entrance doors, his body moved on its own. 

He gently coerced you out from the passenger seat, Mike had gone to retrieve a wheelchair for your limp body. Nacho noticed the stares of patients and nurses immediately being drawn to your bloodied body, asking questions and giving demands to the other nearby nurses to check the patient into the emergency department. 

 Mike followed behind giving as many answers as he could, blood type, what was the injury, how long had you had it. Once the initial panic had settled down, and you had a blood bag draining into your IV and medicine being administered. 

Mike spoke to the nurses coming in and out, running an ultrasound and checking the wound, they thus ordered a CT scan for any internal bleeding of any of the other organs. Nothing, it was clean, you sat inside the ED while Mike waited on Doctor’s orders to staple you up and keep you for observation and then ship you home. 

Nacho wasn’t any help, he didn’t know a damn thing about you, all questions were directed towards Mike, he was just here for moral support. After a couple of hours had passed, Nacho decided everything was alright, and he could leave you in Mike’s hands for the rest. 

You weren’t even sure what time it was; you had been snoozing lightly when a nurse came into the room and woke you up for a quick checkup while he did his rounds. 

“How are you feeling?” He asked, looking at your vitals and charting them down, you were actually aware of the things going on around you. You felt a little funny, and numb, but aware. Which was better than earlier, part of yourself still seemed to feel a little disconnected, but Mike near you seemed to calm you down. 

“Thirsty…” You croaked out slowly, your frame slumped against the backboard, the nurse chuckled a little, “Yeah, losing blood will do that to ya,” he commented gently, “I can bring you a cup to fill if you’d like. You won’t be here much longer either, everything so far has been good news, considering.” He looked between both you and Mike. 

“Mr. Ehrmantraut?” He addressed Mike lightly, Mike just nodded his head for him to continue, “The Doctor has some paperwork and just some care sheets for the patient. It’s just some information for the healing process and how to tell if anything becomes infected.” He said, his voice indicating this was very normal for him, just another Tuesday afternoon. He handed him a sizable stack of papers and something for him to sign, Mike didn’t say anything as he scribbled a signature on the release form. 

“Remember, change the bandages twice daily. Avoid getting the wound wet for the next few days, if you have any issues just come in and we’ll give it a look over.” He stated giving him a quick ‘thank you’ as he left the room. 

“I’ll bring in a wheelchair for you, I’ll be back in about an hour.” 

He just let out a giant sigh, he looked over at you, watching you closely with a warm look. “You feeling alright?” He said quietly, this was the first thing he had been able to ask you the entire time. All the rest was filled with medical-oriented questions or you falling asleep and resting. 

“I’m really tired, I feel like I could sleep for weeks…” You spoke slowly, body already slipping back into the warm fuzzy feeling of sleep. Today was too much to process, you needed rest. 

“We’ll be home soon, and you can rest all you need,” Mike assured you gently, you just nodded your head as you slipped into sleep against the shitty hospital bed. 

Mike just continued to watch the rise and fall of your chest, worry digging into him still, you would heal. It wouldn’t be easy for you mentally for a bit, but he’ll be by your side for anything you’ll need, he promised you that much.

[lukecastellandeservedbetter]

22. Myth-takes Happen

2020 a/n: I’ve been sitting on this fic since Bring On The Monsters. But now I can finally... release the... *checks smudged writing on Luke’s hand* Karen. 

2023 Edit: I’m finishing this series this year, I swear. It’s been a couple years since I’ve touched it, but going back to the ~source material~ I realized this could absolutely replace the crab thing they fight so this has been edited. JUST A REMINDER, I started this series prior to even the ANNOUNCEMENT that there would be a PJO show, let alone the casting. For continuity's sake, I will be sticking with the book descriptions, but just know that I adore the show casting and love every single actor on the show! 

read the others!: Masterlist 

“What in Hades name is that?” Piper asked incredulously as something emerged from the water, rocking the boat. 

Luke and Percy had stumbled back up to the deck from the Med Bay, with an exhausted Jason at their heels. They looked at each other with wide eyes. 

“Is that…” 

“I think so.” 

Luke looked back over the rail. “Isn’t it a Norse thing?” 

“I didn’t even realize it was a real thing, I thought it was made up for the movie,” Percy pointed out. 

“My gods,” Luke glanced at Percy for a moment before returning his gaze once more to the giant squid attacking a large whale. “I didn’t even consider Norse Mythos being real.”

“Well I mean,” Percy thought about it, ignoring their other friend's sudden objection to the monster. “If Roman and Greek mythology can coexist, I don’t see why Norse should be an issue.” 

“Okay, so that’s a Kraken then.” He paused, really studying it. “Still think we can tag team that thing?” 

“Oh yeah, totally,” Percy nodded. “Your speed and agility with my force and literal control of the ocean? We could have that thing dusted in no time.” 

“Alright then,” Luke nodded, glancing around the ship. “Let’s get this figured out then.” 

Leo was shouting orders that were lost on half the crew. At one point, Frank had stopped and turned to glare at Leo, which resulted in one of the tentacles catching him in the chest and throwing him overboard. 

“Frank!” Percy shouted, his eyes wide. 

“Percy, can’t you talk to it? See what it wants!” Annabeth ran over carefully, trying not to slip as water slowly flooded the deck. 

Luckily, it seemed like the water was coming from the tentacles themselves, not the ship sinking, so they were fine. 

For now. 

Luke and Percy glanced at each other, jumping into action. Luke drew his blades, and Percy uncapped Riptide. 

“So are we thinking battle plan three or seven?” Luke questioned, looking back at Percy. 

“I’m pretty sure plan five will get the job done.” Percy shrugged. 

“Plan five?” Luke raised his eyebrow, dodging and slicing at a tentacle that came at him. “I dunno man, it’s risky.” 

“So is being a demigod.” Percy reminded him. 

Luke couldn’t argue with that point. 

Given that the Kraken wasn’t facing them head on, plan five was not holding up very well. The squid had Percy in its grasp in no time, and was reaching for Luke who barely dove out of the way. 

“It’s not happy!” Percy shouted at Luke. 

“I can see that, thank you Percy!” Luke yelled back, diving out of the way once more. 

Percy turned Riptide and stabbed the tentacle, which promptly dropped him onto the deck. Percy groaned but got up quickly, drawing in power from the sea water that coated the wood. 

“I have a plan!” Leo shouted. “Hazel, open that box!” 

“The box you specifically have labeled as ‘Do Not Open’?” Hazel yelled back, staring at Leo like he was crazy. 

“That’s the one!” Leo confirmed. 

Luke glanced over and stopped dead in his tracks. He could see the familiar green glow from here, and for a moment he was back on another ship, fighting a different monster, frozen in his steps. 

“Luke! Watch out!” Annabeth cried out, pulling Luke from his Greek Fire nightmare long enough to hit the deck before the Kraken could get ahold of him. 

Jason flew down and helped Luke up quickly. “You and Percy thought you could tag team this?” He yelled over the rushing wind and aggressive waves. 

“Ideally!” Luke answered, slicing at another tentacle. “We didn’t think we would actually come across one!” 

Leo and Hazel were snatched by two more tentacles, and in a matter of moments they were gone, and the Kraken was dusted in a flash of green. 

No one moved. No one spoke. Three of their friends were overboard. 

Percy hopped over the edge of the ship to scour the ocean floor without a second thought. Luke helped Annabeth and Piper up, and checked what he could on the ship. Once again, he was brutally reminded that the Princess Andromeda was different then the Argo II, but he felt more useful than just standing around. He watched Jason fly up and put out any fires on the masts. 

It was clear he was exhausted though, and it wasn’t long before he was losing air and coming back to the deck. Percy came back up for only a bite of ambrosia and a sip of nectar before he was throwing himself over the edge again to do another sweep. 

Luke concentrated on the ship. It didn’t seem to be in danger of sinking anymore, which Luke called a win, but it was clear they needed some major repairs. He was no son of Hephestus, they wouldn’t be able to do anything without Leo. Sailing would be okay, but no one even considered making the suggestion they leave without the others. 

“What was that back there?” Annabeth demanded. 

“What?” Luke looked up from where he was retying some of the knots. 

“Those plans you and Percy were shouting out, since when do you have plans?” She put her hands on her hips. 

Luke turned back to the rope, his hands still. “Percy was doing math homework one day, and I- well, I’d never seen the stuff he was doing so he was trying to explain it to me and we came to the conclusion that the angles and stuff would work well for some set strategies.” He explained. 

“You and Percy created set strategies?” Annabeth said incredulously. “And what was that about the Kraken?”

“It’s kind of like an inside joke. We watched this movie that had the Kraken in it and then a few days later, I dealt with this really awful woman at the shop and Percy called her a ‘Karen’ and I thought he meant ‘Kraken’ and…” He trailed off, feeling stupid as he recalled the story. “It doesn’t matter.” He said dismissively. “Look, I should finish checking the ship before Leo gets back,” He finished tying the knot. 

“When did all this happen?” She followed him. 

“I mean, I lived with them for almost five months before I came to find Percy.” He said, shifting uncomfortably under her gaze. “Sally was nice enough to get me a job so I could help out, and she offered to enroll me in night classes or something. I never ended up going, I don’t think it would be very helpful for me, but I dunno.” He crouched down to refasten a few of the weapons that got knocked out of place. “Percy said I should try building a life outside the Gods. He said it would be good for me.” Luke grunted as he finished quickly, moving onto the lower sails. 

“How come neither of you told me any of this?” Annabeth demanded. “I could’ve helped with the strategies at least!” 

Luke sighed and closed his eyes. “We didn’t think we would ever use them, they were hypotheticals that Percy used to teach me math.” He asked finally. “This isn’t fair, Annabeth, you can’t be mad at me for not telling you mundane things when you were the one who established that you didn’t want to know anything about what I was doing until recently.” He told her. “You had a good reason, I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t talk to me either.” He added. “Can we talk about this later?”  

Annabeth sighed before turning on her heel and walking away, meeting up with Piper to send a message back to camp. 

“I can’t find them,” Percy said, swaying on his feet. 

“It’s okay Perc, take a break,” Luke motioned for him to sit. “They’ll come up eventually.” 

Percy threw himself onto the deck beside where Luke was working. They sat in silence for a while, Jason joining them when he couldn’t bear to stay in the air any longer. 

“What do I tell Nico?” Percy whispered. 

Luke frowned and looked over to where Percy had his gaze on the sky. 

“How do I tell him I lost his sister? Again?” He rubbed his eyes. 

“Let’s worry about getting him back first,” Luke suggested. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.” 

Percy sighed. 

There was a shout and a splash that caused all three of them to shoot up and run towards the side of the ship, where Piper had jumped over to join the three missing demigods. In an instant, despite their exhaustion, Jason and Percy joined them to get the four of them back onto the ship. 

Luke looked to the sky. 

He hoped they wouldn’t lose anyone like this again. 

[a-libra-writes]

hi! I hope this is okay to ask, if not that’s okay too^^

I’m a (fanfic) writer also! I love writing but I often struggle with coming up with ideas. I dont have a big following on tumblr (I dont publish my works here), which makes it difficult because I can’t really take reader requests.

I was wondering if you have any tips for coming up with writing topics when you’re stumped? Thank you, I really look up to your work.

Oh this is a fun message!! Ok sorry if i ramble, but i love talking about writing and craft! Im also gonna reblog a specific post of writing advice and encouragement that i adore.

I'd start with what's your favorite sort if fic to write - is it classic multi-chapter fics, oneshots, head canons? Which ones really stood out to you - what were their tropes, tags, the characters? Now, which of those you kind of liked, but something felt off? Was it the prompt, something in the plot, something in the characterization? And which ones peeved you so much you just had to click off - what about those annoyed you?

This will help you visualize what you look for in fanfic, and what sort of scenarios and characterization click with you. If you're writing a single character, that's much easier to work with than say, 10 (or 30~40 .... word to aspiring and new writing blogs ....... maybe give yourself a character limit orz........)

You'll find some characters come naturally to you, wether because they're your favorite or a character archtype you just "get". Some you'll love but still struggle with - I remember being so worried with writing Roose and Tywin from ASOIAF, because they're subtle and more complex. And honestly, I don't like my early work with them ... but I kept at it. You gotta keep at it. Now I'm pretty confident in writing them; it took a while to get there!

((Also I think all writers in general should consider what their strengths and flaws are - this can be hard to pin down objectively, especially after staring at your own work for hours! Think what your favorite parts of writing are. Which parts in your story are giving you that rush of excitement, and why? Which parts are you dreading to work on?))

I think some topics/scenes will jump at you and beg to be written, but it's annoying when you want to write your fav and you're drawing a blank. While requests can be great for this - I've gotten so many delightful ones - you also need to draw from your own creative well. So, how?

Reading other fic is a great inspiration. Don't be afraid to say someone directly inspired you - link to them and mention them! - and build off that. As I said earlier, what if you read a fic that had a great plot or scenario, buuuut you would've done something different? "What if" is a great starter. If you're writing reader insert stuff like this blog, draw from your own experiences in life. Or maybe there was something in the show/book/movie/etc that you really wanted to see, but it didn't happen. What if this character didn't die? What if this major event went differently? "What if" is the basis of all fanfic - besides smooching, that is.

(You can also take a prompt you read in one fandom fic and apply it to another! "Oh i love this reader insert story from Show A, how would my blorbos from Movie B respond in the same situation?")

And on that note, sometimes it's fun to write what personally comforts you and what's your personal fantasy. Requests revolving around family life and kids are easy because I love that shit, and it's something I'd think up on my own without prompting. Lists are great for this - what do you like to write best? What scenarios or characters are you curious about exploring? Brainstorm and make notes! Daydream! Discuss with other fandom friends! You don't have to sit down and chunk out a complete 2.5k+ word fic for every idea. Sometimes just the notes and brainstorming is enough, sometimes you'll wanna explore further.

I feel like most writers will understand that feeling when an idea just grabs them and they have to pursue it. Requests and suggestions are all well and good, but at the end of the day, write what grabs you. That's what you'll put your heart into and feel proud of. It may stay a 300 word drabble or sprawl into multiple chapters of madness, or fall somewhere in between - it's your fic!

[tophats-tea]

I have. So Many people I want to mention here

I’m horrible with words so I’m doing it sleep deprived and one day before 2024 starts in case anyone mentioned also want to tag people

@calliel41 how do I even say this. You’re Amazing. Wonderful. I think you’re the closest person Ive ever had to an online best friend and you deserve every award ever for it. I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned it but you got me through a lot of rough times too. I wish you well in your art, your fangan (people reading this check out @danganronpa-a-new-generation. no i will never not promote this ever), and everything in your life. thank u :]

@faerietheprotagonist wishing you all the joy and whimsy in the world!! ^-^

@butterflopp I remember you being one of my first mutuals and even though we don’t talk much I feel like you’re genuinely a really likable person.

@justalazytrashpanda ngl I think you were my idol for an embarrassingly long time (and kinda still are). I liked your content a lot on YouTube and I still really REALLY like your artstyle for reasons I still can’t explain.

@silviaflowers fate might have set us seas apart in fandoms that’ll probably never touch, but we still send each other picrews by letters across the ocean and by god if that isn’t enough then I don’t know what is /pos

@makerofmadness I’m not sure if you’re comfortable with me tagging you, but the himbo tournament was i think one of the best things to have ever happened to me here. It was so fun making propaganda for gonta and the whole thing was probably what pushed me into actually being active on here more than anything else

@xmicrophonyx you are absolutely infectious with the fandoms you’re in. You got me into hatchetfield (mostly npmd). You got me further into object shows. You got me further into drdt (somehow). I’m kinda worried that if I make a list of fandoms I’m in it’ll completely match up with yours in a few years. /pos

@min-pathologica I’m not sure how you feel about me kinda just drifting around putting likes on your minxiety posts but I think it’s interesting reading them. I wish you a good new year.

@hochi-mama-1997 your edits end up bangers every single time /gen

@despairing-disaster @pastelclownkitty @emotional-mess-in-distress @emgeneticist @adjustablesight @jade-gemstone @levifontana @needztosleep @ozzy-wozzy @rachelcommitscrimes @verturo @wcender-art @librariansrose @ashuukii @kami-kun1003 @divineluckfuckoff @davidchiemshairclip @dav-suburbiia @terukotime @weightedblankettt @sunrider35 @ccrisntok @the-void-02 @jingchu-time @staringkat @tvy0m1 @catgirl-catboy @jaeby97 @in-a-bucket @inkistyping @sunlit-haruka @daiisep @thebadjoe @shuitsukilover123 + more

the entire drdt fandom is genuinely the best fandom I’ve ever been in. despite our ups and downs, it feels like a community here.

thank you.

2023 is coming to an end so this is my annual I love my online friends so fucking much you wouldn't believe me if I told you post.

[thewingedwolf]

sorry i keep saying this but my god voting discourse is making me insane.

“anyone who tells you not to vote is a psyop” i’m not a russian shill or a cia plant you fucking idiot i live 20 minutes out of chicago and i’m active in local politics, im telling you my vote doesn’t fucking matter and i can protest vote or leave the president slot empty because chicago will always go for the dem. that’s not being a psyop that’s a fact of how this shitty system works!!

"you're not a real activist you're just complaining" i'm not doxxing myself to score points on tumblr thanks!! you don't have to believe me when i say that i'm involved in local politics, that people i know are involved in grassroots campaigns against corrupt officials and regularly call out, protest, riot, whatever against specific politicians and police officers while risking their Literal Safety bc the mayor loves to use the cops to harass people or that i got pushed out of my job in part because of my political views but that's what fucking happened, you can go back through my text post tag and see me crying about it in real time!!! i know it's crazy but some of us actually DO care about this stuff outside of "trump bad" unlike so many of you vote blue no matter who losers.

"the revolution is going to kill thousands" citation fucking needed thanks

"what's the point you're trying to make with letting trump win" i'm sorry beyond the fact that i think this framing is so disingenuous because centrists and libs will insist that they don't need leftists for the vote so we should all just shut the fuck up but when voting time comes around they always blame US because THEY ran a shitty candidate, people hating biden isn't THE LEFTISTS fault it's BIDEN'S FAULT, but also IT'S NOT LEFTISTS WHO ARE HANDING TRUMP THE WIN. every single fucking vote shows that a) young people find it extremely difficult to vote because of how shitty our voting works while seniors who are disproportionately conservatives have literally all goddamn day to vote and b) leftists come out in DROVES to vote!!! the people not voting are largely low info voters who don't think about politics In This Context, watch their one (1) lil news show with the anchor or journalist they like, and base who they're voting for off of how their life is Right Here Right Now. not only that, but it is heinous and obnoxious to put the blame squarely on the voter when biden is just objectively running a shitty ass campaign.

"this is just like the gore/bush/nader vote" this is how i know all the people on here bitching about voting are not serious people and not serious leftists. just like hilary, there were a LOT of factors that led to this and blaming solely nader just like blaming bernie is insane cope. gore ran a shit ass campaign and gave up way too soon. hilary ran a shit ass campaign and blamed everyone but herself. biden is running a shit ass campaign too. the dems never fucking learn that the vp pick is important, campaigning in important, optics are important (they've been part of our elections since fucking JFK AND NIXON!!), and having a memorable and appealling platform is important. you can't just run on "but the other guy sucks" IT DOESN'T WORK IT'S NEVER WORKED.

"vote-" DEMS HAVE WON THE POPULAR VOTE EVERY SINGLE VOTE SINCE CLINTON. WE DID OUR PART!!!!! WE SHOWED UP AND VOTED. IT'S THE SYSTEM THAT FUCKS US OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND YOU'RE BLAMING SOME RANDOM 23.5 YEAR OLD WITH A SICKLE IN THEIR USER???? ARE YOU STUPID. ARE YOU SILLY???

[myfictionaldreams]

Day 15: Begging - Bucky

Kinktober Day 15: Begging - Bucky x f!reader

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, shy!reader, teasing, anxiety, handcuffs, vibrator, masturbation, begging, desperate bucky, creampie, nicknames, no use of y/n

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You had never felt determination like it, you weren’t just the sweet-looking girl that they all thought you were, you could do this, you could get Bucky to beg.

It all began after speaking with Natasha, the topic of which had your body flushed in embarrassment. The assassin was describing in detail her latest sexual adventure and you were too much of a prude to ever do what you were doing which only in turn caused the Avenger to tease you.

“I knew you would just lie back and take it”.

“I’m dont” you muttered, already feeling defensive.

Natasha leaned forward across the table, looking at you with a keen eye, “Oh yeah? So what..do you like to take control then? In fact let me ask you this, has Bucky ever begged? Ever held him down and taken control?”

Your silence was answer enough for Natasha as she smirked, throwing her hands up in the air, “see I knew it.”

Natasha taunts ran through your thoughts all day causing you to fall back into old habits, biting on your nails and bottom lip, zoning out for who-knows how long in the kitchen whilst trying to wash up that you hadn’t even noticed your boyfriend's return.

One warm and one cold hand circled your waist, the temperature fell through your thin vest as a brief kiss was placed on your cheek. It was instantaneously that all your worries seemed to disappear, becoming lost in idle conversation, having dinner together and his sweet soft touches that distracted you enough to forget.

This was until the two of you were tucked up in bed, his body hovering effortlessly over yours, full lips moving steadily against your own until his tongue slipped between causing you to gasp, wanting, needing more of him.

Then the thoughts returned, here you were, already prepared to lay back and have Bucky ravish you like he did every single day, you wanted to be more, you wanted to show him you could be just as dominant and in control of the situation.

So without another moment to overthink it, your legs wrapped around his slim waist, gripping tightly and with all of the force you could muster, you spun your bodies with surprising ease as Bucky was suddenly on his back with you now hovering above. He clearly hadn’t expected this, that's how you managed to move him onto his back, his face alight with surprise.

Sitting on his stomach you tried to ignore the butterfly sensation in your stomach as his hands wandered up your thighs and before you lost any more of your confidence you moved to interlock your fingers with his, smiling down innocently at him.

“I’m going to make you beg, Mister Barnes”.

Bucky didn’t seem to take on your words, just biting his bottom lip as his eyes danced across your still clothes body, “Oh I'm sure you will, Doll”.

From this reaction, you knew he wasn’t convinced so you huffed and rolled your eyes.

“You’ll see Bucky, I will,” he noticed the uncertain wobble in your voice and only smirked up at you, knowing he always had control over all situations in the bedroom.

Taking a deep breath, you brought your joined hands up the bed, holding them by the bars, looking deep into his stunning blue eyes, “keep them there”. Without waiting for his reaction, you leaned across the bed and pulled out two objects, one of which was a set of handcuffs that you’d stolen from his bag.

Bucky watched with a laid back expression as you handcuffed both of his wrists to the bars on the headboard. “You know I could easily snap out of these right?”

“Please don’t” you responded, already forgetting about the dominant persona you were trying to portray, noting that his eyes had softened.

“I will, seeing as you asked so politely, Doll”.

You bite the inside of your cheek, looking straight ahead at the blank wall trying not to show the embarrassment that hides within, you could do this, make him beg!

Setting your plan into action, you began by reaching for the hem of your shirt and lifting it up and over your head, displaying your now bare chest, seeing the way Bucky’s eyes dropped to your breasts, watching the nipples perk from the cool air.

The next step was the one that had your hands slightly shaking as you shimmied out of your shorts, leaving you bare on his stomach, Bucky's eyes now going frantic with where to look over your body.

Finally, you grasped the other object that had been found on the bedside table, a small bullet vibrator, one that you kept for when Bucky went on missions. Leaning on his hard abs, you kept a close eye on him, beginning by rubbing your bare wet cunt on him, making sure he could feel and see how aroused you were, noting the way his breathing hitched.

Then as you revealed the vibrator, turning it on and laying it against his stomach, his eyes darkened, a small groan leaving both of you as you ground against him and the vibrator, feeling the contrast between his warm, chiselled abs and the cool shiver of the metal.

Your hips move slowly at first, warming yourself up to the sensations, letting your body awaken with each shift of your hips back and forth, not once looking away from Bucky who was already shifting around, hands clenching in the handcuffs.

Bucky didn’t even seem to be blinking as his eyes moved from your pussy, up your body, noticing every breath, shiver and moan you produced, up past your breasts to your face, wishing he could kiss every inch of you before dropping his eyes back to your pussy.

It was an endless cycle, one that only drove you on, moving faster, turning the vibrator up.

“Bucky” you moaned, feeling the cord tighten in your cunt, moving faster, feeling your juices coating his stomach, thighs aching from the movements but not caring you were so close.

“I’m cuming” you rushed out, eyes closing, head tipping back and finally the relief pulsed through you causing you to jolt but ride out the waves.

As you turned off the vibrator and placed it back into the draw, you were about to move your fingers down to tease yourself more when Bucky made a small grunting noise that almost sounded like desperation.

“You ok there mister Barnes?”

He doesn't answer, looking almost like he was losing control as he bared his teeth, contemplating his next words before deflating. “P-please” his voice was hardly even audible.

You paused, blinking down at him, “what?”

“Please” you can’t believe what you were hearing, expecting it to be a few more orgasms and teasing before he even remotely became close to losing control.

“Please what Bucky?” this caused him to growl in frustration.

“Please let me fuck you”. You begin to open your mouth, intending to taunt him more when he interrupts, “I’m not going to ask again.”

“Ok”.

Bucky was snapping out of his handcuffs before you could even blink, finding yourself flat on your back once more. “I want to taste you so fucking bad right now,” he swipes a finger across his wet abdomen, moaning as he sucked it dry, tasting your arousal. “It’s going to have to wait I need to fuck you so bad right”.

He rushes to undo his jeans which were the only article of clothing left on his body. You couldn’t help but giggle at his rush, having never seen his fingers not look steady before, can’t quite believe the mess you’d turned him into.

Your laughter was cut off as he finally freed his cock, not even bothering to take off his jeans fully before lifting your legs up and over his shoulders, exposing your cunt further to him. Bucky swiped his cock up and down your folds for only a moment, coating his cock in your moistness before pushing into your eagerly awaiting hole.

You both moaned loudly, Bucky almost sighing in relief as he bottomed out, holding your thighs tightly as he only gave a second to adjust before fucking you hard.

Every thrust was powerful and deep, stroking against all the perfectly sensitive spots within, his hips slapping against your own, the bed shaking with his efforts as you gripped tightly to the pillow beneath your head, screaming out his name repeatedly.

It felt so good to have him acting so frantically, chasing that high he desperately needed but also bringing you closer and closer to your own orgasm, needing to hear you and feel you reach your peak and you knew it would be soon.

“Fuck I can feel your tight cunt clenching around me, Doll, cum for me” you reached forward, gripping his hands that still tightly held onto your legs keeping them in position, toes curling as the intense orgasm rippled through you.

It didn’t take long for Bucky to join you, his body shaking as he groaned deeply, his cum filling you up and then he all but collapsed next to you on the bed, hand resting on your stomach.  Your own hand raised to caress his cheekbone, smiling like an idiot at him as he mumbled, “you can make me beg any day Doll”.

[wolfandrain]

Okay okay okay yes I know I’ve talked about this in tags more than once already but MAN, What We Do in the Shadows is really handling it’s queer narratives and slowburn so well in what’s historically a sea of queerbait. Cause here’s the thing. Wherever Nandor and Guillermo’s relationship is going? It’s a slowburn. Which is fine! Great actually! Except for the fact that we have been taught, again, and again, and again, that in the context of queer relationships onscreen, slowburn equals queerbait. Because the second showrunners set up the “willl they won’t they” that’s inherent to slowburn, it gives them the opportunity to end the show with a “won’t” because, you know, queerphobia.

But wwdits has been doggedly trying to circumvent this fear as much as humanly possible, by making the show as a whole (but especially this season) as relentlessly queer as possible. I mean seriously!!! Lazlo mentioning that he’s slept with a man almost every episode. The wild mix of gay/queer/polyamorous family arrangements in the school interview. Nandor’s “wives” being both men and women. The Guide mentioning falling in love with Marwa in her wedding objection. Lazlo’s “Gay is in. Gay is hot. I want some gay. Gay it’s gonna be.” Nadja just straight up saying she doesn’t really believe that straight people exist(???) last episode. Guillermo’s coming out to his family.

The show is relentlessly, shamelessly, continuously queer. Not once. Not twice. But in every single episode. I think it’s safe to say that wherever Guillermo and Nandor’s relationship goes, it won’t be the result of queerphobia.

And the amount of people I’m still seeing fretting that maybe the show runners are just baiting us, who struggle (and not without good reason), to trust that this is actually the direction the show is going? Just shows how badly media like this is needed.