#I’m still in the fandom just been inactive

[making-my-wey-down-town]

Slides this in-

Happy Mermay y’all, I’m back and drawing my sirens as an peace offering.

Somebody very happy to see you, while the other…. Needs some time.

[gunilslaugh]

Hello my lovely dear readers <3 

I type this with a heavy heart. I’ve been thinking about this for over a month and I think I have to say goodbye to this blog. I can no longer write fanfiction for Xdinary Heroes. I know that this is very sad news and please believe me when I say this I haven’t taken coming to this decision lightly. 

A while ago I made a post about reconnecting with an old friend. That said old friend of mine is now my boyfriend :) He is also a very good anti-delulu pill. Ever since I fell for him it has been so hard to think about ideas to write. I could no longer view the Heroes with a romantic mindset to write for them.

Another reason I’ve come to this decision is that my boyfriend has an ex that left him with some trauma. Now I’m not going to go bringing my boyfriend’s private business onto my blog, but, so you guys can hopefully understand I will say the lyrics “You didn’t cheat, but you're still a traitor,” from Olivia Rodrigo’s song Traitor fit what happened between my boyfriend and his ex very well. So knowing about what happened between them I just don’t feel comfortable writing fanfiction about other men, in a romantic way.

I recently hit 500 followers and I just want to thank each and every single one of you for supporting me. For taking the time to read my works, like my works, reblog my works, leave comments <3 on my  works. I never thought that I would be such a big part of the Xdinary Heroes fanfiction community. I was even called the backbone of it at one point in time. I was the person “carrying” the fandom. It makes saying goodbye to it all the harder. I still think it’s crazy that so many of you actually like and enjoy my writing. 

This journey has been amazing. I just want a moment to shout out all my emoji anons: 🎶 🎻 ✨ 🦕 🦋  🍄 👑 🕷️ 🫧 🦊 🌺 🪐 🐳 🌟 🦭 

and the people of my taglist: @purplelady85 @gingerjunhan @chewednails @ezlynkisses @mon2sunjinsuver @mxlly143 @seungseung-minmin

Thanks to everyone who ever interacted with me. Shout to @amelee23 for becoming my friend while on this writing/blog journey. We don’t talk all the time, but I’m always happy when we do. 

I also want to clarify that I’m still very much a villain. In fact, I'm eagerly waiting to receive my Live and Fall album! I’ve been a villain since pre-debut, since before we had a fandom name and were calling ourselves xhoes lol. I will keep supporting them until the end of time. 

To wrap up this lengthy goodbye post. I will be keeping this blog up. I won’t be deleting any of my works, so don’t worry don’t about your favorite fics disappearing. I will just be inactive. 

I wish I could end this on a positive happy note, but I’m leaving. I’m saying goodbye. It feels bittersweet. 

Happy Death Day to my blog. This is Gunil’s Laugh saying thank you for everything. Your guys’ support and kindness has been a cherished gift to me. I will always be thankful for it and I will never forget it. For the last time, please stay happy and healthy <3 <3 <3. I wish my lovely dear readers nothing but the best :) 

~Gunil’s Laugh

[herejusttosufferalong]

I have to get something off my chest - do I think that people should be hateful on SM towards Luke, absolutely not. The man doesn’t deserve any of the crap that I’ve seen come his way over the past two weeks. I do think he’s made some serious errors in judgement that hopefully he’s reflecting on. 

However, I absolutely hate the way certain people are making excuses for him online. He’s a grown man, and he should take responsibility for his actions or inactions. Fan service is a legit part of the job of a successful actor, take the feedback and improve. I’m frustrated with the way woman in particular make excuses for him just because he’s a man. If I hear one more “he’s got adhd…” as an excuse, I’ll scream. He himself has stated on more than one occasion that he didn’t want to be defined by his ADHD. 

I feel like if the situation was reversed and Nicola had a pap walk and stopped interacting with fans the day the premier launched, the same women wouldn’t have as much grace. We would get “oh she thinks she’s too good for the fandom…”

Stop treating men like children. 

"I feel like if the situation was reversed and Nicola had a pap walk and stopped interacting with fans the day the premier launched, the same women wouldn’t have as much grace."

Are there actual people out here who believe this?

Because we need to take a moment to be completely fuckin honest.

If the roles had been reversed and Luke just showed up with friends and Nic showed up with a rumored boyfriend and then she was papped leaving the party with said man, everyone would be congratulating her.

Folks would be clamoring to find out more about her respective partner and hyping her up for it.

They would have never have shit on her and made her feel like she needed a break from the fandom. They wouldn't be going to Luke's comments and taking up for him, while cursing her, as if he were somehow wounded by the "stunt" she pulled.

There are many reasons why Luke got the hate he did. The biggest reason is projection and it's not timing, as some like to claim.

Let's BFFR.

Insecure women projected past/current hurt from personal situations onto Luke, using the pap walk as a way of reaffirming their biases that at the end of the day he is just a typical man who does shitty things.

Nevermind the countless accounts of his actual character from the people who know him the best.

No.

These same crazies are going to let a photo dictate who he is, even though the context of events is still unclear.

From there they spew nothing but hate and vitriol in his SM comment section.

Then they have the fucking nerve to wonder why he isn't posting online more. Why there seems to be some disconnect from the fandom. Why he doesn’t interact even with Nic as much.

Can you imagine having the fuckin audacity?

Every little thing he does or doesn't do is under so much scrutiny and there is nothing really wrong with that. It's the received hate he gets from that scrutiny that is the problem.

There is plenty of things that Luke has done that give me pause but let's not act like the level of outrage would have been the same if the roles were reversed. It would have been next to nonexistent.

P.S. If you are one of the insecure women as mentioned above don't bother coming for me because I don't like you and I don't fucking care.

[vesanal]

ʚɞ  ~Blog Introduction Post~ ʚɞ  

Howdy there!! Ok. So. It’s been long enough. Probably should have done this earlier but here it is now!

Anyways, hello! You can call me Ves/Vesanal or some variant of that! I love to write and do art because I like to suffer creatively twice. I am getting back into writing after a while and I will be using this blog to share my works as they come along!! I have some projects I’m working on that I am very excited to share with y’all!! 

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→Here is some info about me:

I love love love making art and writing. Those are two of my greatest passions in life

Pronouns are She/Her

Plotter by heart, I cannot call a story finished if I do not know every minute detail. Quite overwhelming at times but I get by!

I am a stressed out college student who probably shouldn't be scrolling tumblr all day long but here I am. 

Computer Science/Math Major, I couldn’t decide on which subject to drain my soul from so I picked both. If I am a bit inactive at times it is due to this 

Love to yap and listen to certified yappers about fandoms and OC’s. Infodump about WIPs to me!!! I will gladly listen!!

Proud lesbian, and yes the lgbt girl in CS stereotype is alive and true. If you have a problem with this you are on the wrong website friend

Some of my favorite genres are Fantasy, Sci-Fi, and Drama. Gotta love TV shows and movies to absolutely nerd out over :D

The type of music I like is all over the place but mostly I stick to hard rock, heavy metal, and thrash metal (I would be more than happy to tell y'all about the bands and like and even recommend some)

My MBTI personality type is INTP-T

I am a complete Tumblr NOOB. Please bear with me here while i try to figure out the hellsite <3

My time zone is CST/CT (Central Time)

You can DM me anytime. Along with asks too, but please do not send me any promotions or begs for money. PLEASE. I have gotten a few of those recently and I just want to say that is not what my blog is for. Other than that, asks are completely open! If you have a question, please ask me!!! :) <3

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→Some of the wips of mine:

(There will be separate intro/masterposts for each of these when i get to them

The Bone-Binder’s Covenant 

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Basic Premise: The Bone-Binder has broken his promise with the land of Pytharios, and is now terrorizing the region to get what he wants. Chosen directly by the Queen, Aerlyra Ghorne–a promising yet incredibly unsure woman–is tasked to stop him for once and for all. With the help of her assigned crew and companions who join alongside her during the journey, she hopes to do just that. 

Tags: #The Bone-Binder’s Covenant or #TBBC

Genre: Dark Fantasy; Adventure

Status: Active (Somewhat done and planned, still getting a feel for everything, still brainstorming some ideas)

I will be adding more links as I post!!

We Die As One

(Adding masterpost soon)

Basic Premise: Tells the story from a series of ancient journals that are uncovered showing the events following up the total wipeout of all magic. The journal entries focus on a group of scrappy, young heroes who are on a mission against the world, and fail to stop the evils of the world from taking over. All that is left of them is the journals, leaving the ways of the past to be seen as a distant memory and an inspiration to the new generation, who see how the world came to what it has become.

Tags: #We Die As One or #WDAO

Genre: High Fantasy; Action-Adventure

Status: Active (ish, still in idea-phase)

I will be adding more links as I post!!

I still have more WIPS but those are secrets for later ;)

I’ll be posting mainly about my wips, ask games, the occasional art, and writing memes so stay if you are into that!! You can ask me questions any time, don’t be afraid to ask!

[kybabi]

soft re-opening!

hello everyone !!!!!

my goodness it’s been a while… a little over two years to be precise :( i’ve been so incredibly busy in my last two years of high school and i’m moving on to bigger things now!

first of all, i just wanna say THANK YOU SO MUCH to everyone who has supported me these years, even the ones where i wasn’t even active. periodically i’d open my page to see new messages in my inbox and i can’t tell you how emotional that made me :’)

i’m sure most of you are inactive or have moved on from this fandom as it’s been so long, but for those of you who are still here, i want to know if anyone is still interested in receiving content from this page! please let me know if you are still interested; id love to reconnect with you all :)

i am also REOPENING COMMISSIONS! as a soon-to-be-broke college student, i really need the money for the upcoming school year, so my commissions are now open! please click the navigation link in my bio to review my guidelines if you are interested !!

and lastly, i just want to say, if you’re not interested in content or commissions or even anything fandom-related, if you would simply like to be friends, just send me a dm or an ask !! you are all welcome to my page and i cannot wait to talk to all of you lovely people once again💛

love, ky <3

[ghost-proofbaby]

hey y’all!

so i’ve been considering this a lot in the past few weeks, and figured i’d make an official post so you all know i’m alive and what not since i have been very much inactive as of recently.

i’m taking a break.

not forever! not because of anything in the fandom! this break is solely due to personal life reasons and the fact i just can’t be as active on here right now between my jobs and personal affairs. and it also won’t be long — i’m going to be off here probably through the end of november. if i have the time/mental capacity to come back before then, i absolutely will 🖤 but right now, tumblr isn’t something that fits easily within my days and also, writing for my fics hasn’t been something i can easily do not due to lack of inspiration but lack of time.

again, this is just due to my own personal life currently. nothing happened in the fandom that motivated this decision (i honestly don’t even know what’s happening on here currently solely because i haven’t had the time to scroll lol) and it’s very much not permanent, and will HOPEFULLY be very short. like i said, until the end of november. i’ll still be writing in my free time, and my hope is to be able to update fics once i’m back and worse better than ever! 🖤

see y’all in december <3

[dem-obscure-imagines]

New Year's Eve Kisses 2024

Note: It is once again that magic time of year. As is tradition around these parts, I have written five drabbles of characters from different fandoms to celebrate the New Year, specifically, the tradition where people kiss the one they love as midnight strikes. Sorry I’ve been so inactive as of late. I’ve been working on some big things in the writing sphere (as far as my original fiction is concerned anyway), but I hope you all enjoyed the two big fics I did post this year. May the new year smile on all of you, and may your reading and writing endeavors be fruitful. Love ya!

For additional context, Poe’s is a continuation of I Know the End, my big Star Wars fic from earlier this year. You don’t need to read it to enjoy this, but if you’re confused, that’s why. A little gendered language in that one (Princess and such) but the other four are gender neutral.

Fandoms: Wicked (Movie), Star Wars, DCEU (rip, she will be missed), DC CW Universe, Bridgerton (Show)

Total Word Count: 4.2k words

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, kissin’, some language

Fiyero Tigelaar

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Fiyero Tigelaar, the Winkie prince, was no stranger to a party. Unsurprisingly, he was tearing up the dance floor, dressed in his finest, just before he was meant to be sent off to his next school. When he’d arrived, he’d warned you he wouldn’t last long. He’d been right. He was going to Shiz University. But tonight, he intended to make the most of it.

As always, he had a flock of followers around him, fawning at his every move. You smirked into your glass, trying to avert your eyes. He didn’t need any more attention.

That, of course, didn’t stop him from coming over to you with that intoxicating look in his eye. The guy was charming, you had to give him that.

“And what are you doing over here?” He asked, leaning against the bar where you were perched.

“Celebrating the New Year, Your Highness.”

He grinned. “What, all alone?”

“I’m here, aren’t I?”

“You should be out there. On the floor. Dancing.” He said, motioning to the others, still lost in the rhythm of the song.

“Seems a little crowded.” You reasoned, smirking. “Don’t you have enough cronies?”

“I could use another.” He all but murmured, the tone of his voice making your heart shudder. “Besides, it’s my last night. I feel like I didn’t get to know you well enough.”

“Well, you did warn me not to get attached.”

He hummed at that, nodding. Still, he offered his hand and you hesitated for a long time before finally taking it. One final leap. It wouldn’t matter, in the long run. He was transferring schools, and you doubted you’d ever see him again. But you were kind of glad your paths had crossed.

And so you danced and danced and danced, twirling and laughing, not just with him, but with the others there, gathered on the dance floor while the Animal band played you off into the new year.

Then, at the end of the night, just before he could slip out unnoticed, you caught Fiyero leaving.

“Leaving so soon?”

“Told you not to get attached.” He said quietly, going through his satchel, that wry grin returning to that impossibly handsome face. “Came to see me off?”

“Didn’t mean to. I was making my escape, too.”

“Ah, I see. Well, it sounds like you’re missing the countdown in there.”

“That was kind of the point.”

He smirked. “Come here.”

“Why?”

“I never properly thanked you for your help in class. I’ve been told I’m quite…”

“You’re not stupid. I know you pretend to be.”

“Still, I was forgetful. Careless. You covered for me.” He smiled softly. “Thank you.”

Finally, you were right in front of him. He held something out. A token. A little, stitched seal from his home territory.

“I know it’s not much, but if you ever need anything, where I’m from, this is enough to get it for you.”

“Thank you, Fiyero. That’s really sweet.” You said softly.

“Happy New Year. Good luck with the rest of the year.” He said earnestly before that infamous smirk pulled at his lips again. “Try not to miss me too much.”

“No promises.” You said with a chuckle.

Then, something inexplicable happened. Fiyero took a step forward and pressed a long, soft kiss to your forehead. It was meaningful. Unlike the countless times he’d made out with countless members of the student body. Men and women alike. And yet, at the same time, you knew you were just a stepping stone. Passing ships.

Still, as you watched him ride off, you were glad you’d met.

Poe Dameron

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On base, no celebration was taken for granted. With all the constant fighting and battles, loss and destruction, you needed to spend some time celebrating when things went right. And for so long, so many years of your life, that had been the case.

But the war was over now. You were back on your home planet, Mariposas, ringing in the first new year as the princess of your people. The first new full year of peace in the galaxy. You dressed in one of your nicer gowns from the first war. One the Ewoks had made for you. It was hand-dyed with materials from their home moon, Endor.

You did your hair, setting a tiara on top. There was a knock on the doorframe, and suddenly, your fiancé was standing there, fiddling with the sash of some traditional Mariposan garb. It was a new thing, as he was not Mariposan. Instead, he was human. Very human. Now, an all-but-retired human pilot. A war veteran, and the soon-to-be prince of your home planet.

“Alright, give it to me straight. I look ridiculous.”

“You look handsome.” You reassured, walking closer, taking both of Poe’s hands in yours. Large and rough. Tan and calloused, both from the steering rod of his X-Wing as well as the blaster he fired for so many years. It hadn’t seen action in quite some time, thankfully. Still, it remained at his hip, much like your lightsaber remained on yours. “Princely, even.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“I’m not.” You insisted, shaking your head, gazing up at him. Your eyes glimmered with love. “Since when do I lie to you, Commander Dameron?”

“Hey, I thought we said no titles in private quarters, Your Highness.” He replied, lacing his fingers through your own, pulling one hand to his lips and beginning to kiss up your exposed arm. “You really think it suits me? I don’t want those dignitaries to laugh me out of the party.”

“I think everything suits you. But if you’re really that worried about it, I’ve still got that old flight suit of yours tucked into the back of the closet.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You and that flight suit…”

Rey cleared her throat. “Ready?”

“Yeah, we’re good. Heading down in a second. You look lovely, Rey.”

“Thank you. So do you.”

“Looking sharp, Poe.” Finn agreed, following after her in his new and improved Jedi robes. Since he’d finally begun the last leg of his training, it only made sense that he looked the part. It suited him. It really, really suited him.

“Right back at ya, Finn.” Poe grinned, watching as your friends walked down the hall. He let go of your hands and offered his elbow instead. “Well, shall we?”

You looped your arm through his, following him down to the beginnings of your party. The ballroom was filled with people. Mostly, your war friends and allies. Leia was there, Lando, Wedge, Snap and the rest of Black Squadron, and of course, your sister and her husband and son. Finn, Rey, and Ben. They all chatted, mingling through the large, mostly reconstructed ballroom.

You and Poe melted into the crowd, catching up with the people you hadn’t seen in forever, congratulating them on weddings and new babies, while all of them asked about yours, your planned wedding to one Mr. Poe Dameron, your fiancé and the love of your life. Admittedly, wedding plans had taken the backseat in favor of building your home planet back up from the literal ashes, opening your doors to war refugees, victims of the First Order who now found themselves without homes. Many of them were now in the room with you, celebrating their new lives, however different they were from their old ones.

It was good. It felt right.

Finally, at the end of the night, after several glasses of Mariposan mead, Poe found his way back to you, grinning that tired, tipsy grin of his. His arms wrapped around your waist and he rested his forehead against yours.

“Heeeeey, Princess. There you are. You look stunning. You having fun?”

“Definitely. Looks like you are, too.”

He nodded, smiling. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, pulling you closer. “When’re we getting married, baby? The people wanna know.”

“Oh I know. They’ve been asking me, too.” You chuckle. “I’m sorry it’s been relegated so far back. It’s just been busy with the planet reconstruction and the new Jedi Temple and…”

“Nah, that’s okay. I knew what I was getting when I proposed to a princess. You’re a busy lady. I don’t care when we get married so long as it happens. But…I wouldn’t mind soon.”

You smiled softly, nodding. “I think soon sounds good.”

The droids let you all know the new year was approaching and people gathered to count it down.

“I love you, Princess. Thank you. For all of it. For coming into my life. For winning the war. For saving me. For letting me hang out here on this awesome planet even though I am totally overstaying my welcome.”

“Stoppppp.” You giggled, shaking your head. “Thank you for waking me up. Without you, I literally would not be standing here.”

“Alright, well, if we keep thanking each other for every little thing, we’ll be here all night and I don’t know about you, but I have some more pressing plans for the evening.”

“Like what?”

“Like this,” he replied, pulling you closer and pressing his lips to yours, movements languid and loving as the party around you rang in a fresh new year, the war long gone, and the peacetimes just getting started.

Digger Harkness

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Holed up in a dingy bar while chaos ran rampant through Metropolis was not the way you thought your New Year’s Eve would go. But being a member of the Justice League…stranger things had happened.

You, alongside a group known as Taskforce X to some, the Suicide Squad to most, had just, more or less saved the world. But due to the disarray, their envoy hadn’t yet been dispatched to pick them up. Hence the bar. And you, as the one trusted person that knew of their existence aside from Rick Flag and Bruce Wayne (because Bruce knows everything), were relegated to babysitting duty while Rick filed the paperwork. Standard stuff. Breakdowns of the battle, heroic acts by the group members, that kind of thing. Things that would reduce their prison sentences, in theory, if doing so many of these impossible missions didn’t kill them first.

You perched on a barstool, chin rested against your fist as you watched the clock tick, listened to the sounds of the sirens in the distance as things calmed down. Crisis averted. Another Tuesday in Metropolis.

Boomerang scooted some rubble aside with his elbow, motioning to the stool beside yours. “Anyone sittin’ here?”

“Nope. Knock yourself out.” You said, chuckling softly, shaking your head.

“Aw, come on now, (L/N)! Why the long face? We saved the world, again.” He said, bumping his elbow against yours playfully. “It’s worth celebratin’, ain’t it?”

“Definitely. Celebrate away.” You replied, managing a tired grin.

He hesitated, eyes scanning you. “You feelin’ alright? Didn’t use too much of that energy of yours kickin’ alien ass?”

Your smile grew and you shook your head. “No. Sometimes, Boomer, I’m just tired.”

He glanced at the clock, as the New Year neared, closer and closer every minute. “You had plans, didn’t you? Tonight?”

Bingo. “Yeah, it wasn’t anything major, just…a night in with some college friends. Watching the ball drop. Sipping cheap wine.”

He hummed, nodding. He glanced around the rundown bar, windows cracked in from the near-apocalypse that had just blown over. In the corner of the room, Deadshot and Killer Croc were tweaking the wiring of a slightly damaged TV. It flickered a few times and then, against all odds, the countdown came on.

“Well, there we go. There’s one down. Let me rummage around back here.” He walked around the side of the bar and dug through the supplies before pulling out a bottle of sweet, cheap wine. One of the brands you liked. He pulled out the least damaged wine glasses he could find and poured you each a glass, sliding one across the bartop to you.

“You don’t have to do this, you know.” You said, trying to fight the smile on your face. Trying to keep your wall up. You were a hero. He was a criminal. A diamond thief. Your antithesis. And yet…his charms had been chipping away at the barrier around your heart since you first met. Even moreso since you’d been fighting on the same team.

He shook his head. “You deserve a nice New Year’s. Shouldn’t have to give it up to hang out with lowlifes like us.”

You wanted to retort, but you didn’t, instead sipping your wine as the anchors on the TV talked about the disaster in Metropolis, how this New Year’s Eve had very nearly been the last. “Well thank you anyway. You’re not bad company.”

He huffed at that, looking unconvinced.

“I mean it. I…don’t know what I expected when I signed up for this, but…it wasn’t you guys. I thought you would all kinda hate me. It’s nice to be tolerated, though.”

“And I thought you were gonna be some prissy buzzkill that looked at us like we were…” He shook his head, not finishing the thought. “But you’re not.”

You were quiet for a moment. “Thank you.”

“I already told you, this is nothin’—”

“Not for the wine. For earlier. You took a pretty bad blast for me. Blocked me so I could take the final shot. You saved the world.”

“You saved the world. I just gave ya a boost, love.” He murmured into his wine glass. The word curled around his tongue gently. You’d never heard him use it before. Not directed at you.

“You saved me.” You insisted, meeting his gaze.

His eyes softened. “I did my best.”

You reached over, gently taking his hand, like you were approaching a wild animal. He flinched, but his rough fingers curled around yours, giving your hand a squeeze.

“You have a resolution?” You asked.

“Yeah.”

“What is it.”

“Can’t tell ya or it won’t come true.” He replied, grinning.

“That’s birthday wishes. Not New Year’s Resolutions.”

He looked conflicted for a moment before saying. “Nah, it really won’t come true if I tell ya.”

“Why’s that?” You asked as Harley began to loudly count down from ten in the corner of the room.

“It’s so unrealistic, is all.” He explained with a shrug, eyes searching yours as the seconds melted away until finally, midnight struck and the others yelled out, celebrating the new year.

“Let me be the judge of that.” You murmured, leaning forward and capturing his lips.

He gasped into your mouth, squeezing your hand as he kissed you. His surprise evaporated into something much more solid and real. You could tell he’d been waiting for it just as long as you had. Maybe longer.

When it was over, he rested his forehead against yours. “I still have to go back to Belle Reve.”

“I know.”

“But…you’ll come visit?”

You chuckled, giving a wry grin. “I’ll see what I can do.”

Cisco Ramon

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A cute, sparkly New Year’s Eve fit? Check. More alcohol than any human could reasonably consume? Check. A metahuman headache from hell? Also, check. Unfortunately. After sending out a few texts, cancelling your plans, you gathered a stack of DVDs, some fuzzy pajamas, a pile of blankets, some tea, and some painkillers.

You let out a sigh, taking in your surroundings. Sure, you were cozy, but you really had been looking forward to spending time with your Star Labs coworkers. They’d welcomed you to Team Flash without so much as a hesitation, especially once they found out about your powers. They were some of the only people that understood you. Over the last few years, they had become everything to you.

Caitlyn sent you a text telling you to feel better, as did Barry. Nothing from Cisco. You expected him to send a Tiktok or something to cheer you up, but you didn’t beat yourself up over it. You were sure they were all out having fun at a karaoke club or something.

Until there was a knock on the door.

Eyebrows furrowing, you stood up and walked to answer it, pulling it open. Cisco was standing there, holding a pizza box, a scarf wrapped around his neck, snowflakes caught in his long black hair.

“Pizza Delivery for a (Y/N) (L/N)?” He asked, looking you up and down. “Is that you?”

“Thanks, Cisco.”

“Don’t mention it.” He grinned, stepping through your front door and kicking the snow off his boots before taking them off in the doorway and setting them down on your shoe shelf, as he had so many times.

“Whatcha doing? Don’t you have plans?”

“I did. And then one of my friends got a wicked headache from their awesome superpowers, so…plans changed. What are we watching?”

“Uhh, Howl’s Moving Castle right now. I was gonna switch to the countdown after, though.”

“Ooh, Howl’s! Classic. I got your usual. With that cream cheese dip you like. And, I stopped at the pharmacy on the corner and got you migraine meds.”

You smiled at that, heart swelling as he said it. “Cisco…”

“What?” He asked, taking off his coat and tossing you the bottle of pills. You caught them, reading the label on the bottle.

“You really didn’t have to do this.”

“Uhhhhh, yeah I did.” He shrugged, plopping himself down on the couch, setting the pizza on the coffee table, gently moving your mug aside. “Come on. Settle in. This castle isn’t gonna move itself.”

“Actually, it kinda does. That’s the whole point.” You chuckled, settling into the spot next to him, leg brushing his.

The two of you watched the end of the movie and your migraine meds started to kick in. You felt a lot better. Still, as you flipped the channel to the New Year’s Eve countdown, where some singer was on stage. You got up and carried the leftover pizza to the fridge, fetching a bottle of the beer Cisco liked, which you always kept stocked…just in case.

When you returned, he grinned, looking at the bottle. “See, you take care of everyone else. It’s about time someone took care of you.”

“Yeah, yeah, just drink it.” You chuckled, settling back in, sitting even closer to him this time, his arm perched on the back of the couch. One thing led to another, and somehow, your head wound up on his shoulder and his arm wound up around yours.

You sat in comfortable silence as the show played on, making comments and jokes every here and there. You laughed a lot. You always seemed to when he was around. Then, finally, they started counting down.

“Hey, uh…” Cisco started. “This is totally not the reason I came here, but…um…would it be alright with you if I…”

You smiled, lifting your head from his shoulder and turning to look at him, impossibly close. His warm brown eyes searched your features for any sign of hesitation. Of rejection. Instead, you reached up to touch his face, pulling him in for a kiss before the ball even reached the bottom.

He smiled against you, leaning into the kiss. You could tell he’d been wanting this. Waiting for it.

And when it was over, a few minutes after midnight, if you were honest, he rested his forehead against yours for a moment before pulling you back against his chest. “I’m glad I came. Best New Year’s Ever.”

“I’m glad you did, too. And if you want…I, uh…I’d like to keep kissing you. Into the new year.”

He grinned. “Fuck yeah.”

Penelope Featheringon

Words: 1.0k

The Queen was no stranger to a good party. She loved the drama, the intrigue, the young love blossoming all around her. Which was why it was no surprise to you when invitations to a grand New Year’s Eve Ball arrived in the post. All of London was buzzing with speculation of who would wear what, who would dance with whom, and most of all, if the infamous Lady Whistledown would be in attendance, hashing out all of the details in a special holiday edition of her newsletter.

You, for one, couldn’t wait to find out.

As the evening unfolded, you mingled a bit. Reconnected with old friends you hadn’t seen in months, since the majority of the Ton had retreated to their country estates for the colder months. You watched as the Bridgerton brothers controlled the room. Every eligible lady and then some had their eye on them, much, it would seem, to Benedict’s dismay.

Meanwhile, you turned your attention to Penelope, who stood at the corner of the room. Listening. Watching. She was good at that, it seemed.

“Hey, Pen. You look lovely this evening.”

Her cheeks flushed pink at the sudden attention. So used to being invisible, it was hard, being seen. “Thank you. You look g-great as well, (Y/N).”

You smiled. “Thanks.”

The silence grew in the space between you. Like weeds in the pavement.

“I can’t believe it’s the end of another one. I feel it’s gone so fast. These last months, especially.” You said.

She nodded. “Yes, since October, it’s been quite the blur. Any prospects?”

You laughed. “None. Yourself?”

“Oh, no. It does surprise me, though. That you don’t have any.”

“Haven’t been social enough, I suppose. Mother keeps trying to drag me to parties, but I’m completely content at home with a good book and a glass of wine.”

“The solitude is nice. Gives one time to think.” Penelope said quietly, looking around the room. “Although, I don’t mind a party.”

You raised an eyebrow at that. “Really?”

“Not in the slightest. I think they’re quite fun. I like people watching. Listening to the drama. Mr. Silver over there, for example, just spilled champagne all over his wife’s new silk gown. Mr. and Mrs. Rose married in a hurry, but seem to be on rocky ground, despite seemingly being a love match.”

“Lust match, is more like it.”

Penelope laughed at that, nodding in agreement, making a mental note to use that for later.

“I guess I’ve never seen it like that. I’d been so focused on my own loneliness at these things that I never realized there was so much going on.”

“Well, if you ever do find yourself alone and unhappy, we can be alone together, if you’d like.” She offered, eyes sparkling with sincerity. And perhaps something more, though you couldn’t be sure.

You smiled, nodding. “I’d like that.”

As midnight approached, you wandered out onto the terrace, snow falling from the starlit sky. It was cold out, but you didn’t mind. It had been getting rather warm inside, what with the roaring fireplaces and the room full of people. It was quiet. Not to mention gorgeous.

You took a long moment to think. Penelope Featherington. Penelope. Someone you’d been friends with for so long. Someone who, you’d thought until tonight, had never carried anything but friendship in her heart for you…now, you weren’t so sure. For the first time, you’d seen something more in those wide, gorgeous eyes of hers.

Your next breath floated off into the sky, a puff of steam in the cold winter air.

“You’ll catch your death out here.” A voice said, the door to the terrace opening. It was Penelope, dressed in her cloak, clearly getting ready to make her escape.

“Where are you going?”

“Home. It is nearing the stroke of twelve and I wish to get home and rest.” She said. “Why are you out here?”

“I was getting warm in there.” You confess, though now, you’re trembling.

“Aren’t you hoping someone might kiss you when the clock strikes twelve?” She asked softly. “There are plenty of options roaming the floor, on the search for their victims.”

“That would be the other reason I am out here, then. I have no desire to have my lips…entangled with some of those bachelors. I have never had a New Year’s Eve kiss, none of them will be my first.”

“Neither have I.” She confessed, footsteps crunching softly in the snow. “A New Year’s Eve kiss, or…any other.”

“I could kiss you.” You blurted suddenly. “If you like. If not…forget I ever—”

“You would?” She asked, almost too quickly. Silence hung between the two of you, as thick and sparkling as the snow.

You stepped closer, footsteps crunching impossibly loudly as the murmurs of the party drifted up into the cold winter air. Vaguely, you could hear them counting. But it didn’t matter. All that mattered was you and her. “I would. If you want.”

“I would like that very much.” She whispered as you finally stood in front of her.

Slowly, gently, you leaned forward, a tender hand touching her face. Her breath hitched, eyes flicking from one of yours to the other before finally landing on your lips, just as you closed the distance between the two of you. It was sweet. It was slow. It was everything you expected it to be and more. Her floral scent drifted through your nostrils, that intoxicating scent that reminded you of spring, even in the dead of winter.

When you pulled apart, you brushed the vibrant red hairs from her forehead before pressing another kiss there, as well. “Happy New Year, Penelope. Thank you, for letting me get a head start on my resolution.”

She smiled softly, gazing at you. “To kiss as many eligible women of the Ton as you can?”

“No, to kiss you.”

And as soon as those words left your lips, you soon found hers on them again…

[hardtofindneuro]

getting personal because i miss interacting with everyone & i don’t want to lose friends here because im super inactive & unresponsive right now.

for the last 12 days, i’ve been a 24/7 caregiver to my grandmother. we are, and have always been, extremely close. she’s on hospice and i’m heartbroken, but doing my best to spend time with her in her last few days. i’m taking off from work but still working online for my two jobs while at hospice, taking care of my grandma, and writing 1 chapter every night for my advent fic. this year has been hit after hit after hit, but writing & this fandom are my safe havens most days. so, i miss you guys & im trying my best to write this advent fic on time, so i swear im not trying to ignore dms or comments or anything. i always read them and love them and appreciate them, i just haven’t had time to sit down and reply. love yall

[psychedelicstardust-gvf]

Chords of Desire | Part One

Jake x Danny x Reader

3.8k words

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: spanking, crying, slight voyeurism, brief mentions of alcohol, BDSM themes, M!Doms/F!Sub, praise kink

Author's Note: I wrote the bones of this fic a few years ago with a different pairing in a different fandom, but I wanted to rewrite it completely because I could not get this idea out of my head. I also had to rewrite basically all of the smut because I originally wrote this about three guys. I’m telling you this because some of my old writing style is still lingering and it makes me want to rip my hair out!

Summer has always been an awkward time for you. Your job as a teaching assistant is inactive during the summer months, and you’ve always taken the summers off school to recover from university classes, so the empty months of June and July are always a difficult adjustment. You’re hoping this summer will be different though.

Just over a year ago, you began a relationship with two beautiful boys, Jake and Danny. Your one-year anniversary was just last month, but you hadn’t been able to celebrate much since the boys were wrapping up their tour and you were busy with finals. Now though, they would be coming home to spend the summer with you, cooped up in the house doing whatever you all please. Or at least that’s what you’d thought would happen.

It's been two weeks since Jake and Danny have been back from their tour, and you have barely seen them. They jumped right back into writing and rehearsals as soon as they got back, and they rarely spent time in your shared apartment. They would leave early in the morning and wouldn’t return until late at night. You would be asleep by then. That is if they came home at all, instead of opting to sleep somewhere closer to the studio.

You understood that their work was important, and not only did they pick up most of the bills, but it was also their passion, so who are you to tell them not to work so much? Even so, you couldn’t help but grow lonelier as the days passed without the comforting touch of your boys.

~~~

Jake arrives home around one in the morning. After wrapping up at the studio earlier, he had gone out drinking with Josh, so he wasn’t surprised to see Danny’s shoes next to yours by the door. Even though it had only been a few hours, he was still just as eager to see his boyfriend as he was you. He kicked his own shoes off, placing them gently next to yours before tiptoeing further into the apartment, being mindful of his volume so he wouldn’t wake you.

As he made his way down the short hallway to your shared bedroom, he sees Danny standing outside the door, leaning against the frame as he peeked in. Curious, he furrows his brow and chuckled slightly as he approaches the taller man from behind. “Danny?’ he finally calls out.

The taller man quickly whipped his head around and brought his index finger to his lips. “Shh, she’ll stop if she hears us.” He stepped aside, carefully pushing the door open a bit wider so Jake could take a look for himself into the dimly lit bedroom. There, he saw you, naked, laying on your stomach, humping a pillow, and with three fingers working their way rapidly in and out of your entrance. You let out soft, lewd moans as you worked yourself, and quietly, but desperately were begging for both of your boyfriends to fuck you.

Jake was furious. There was one strict rule you were expected to follow: NO TOUCHING YOURSELF WITHOUT PERMISSION.

Yet, there you were, very obviously breaking that rule.

Jake was about to storm in and stop you, but Danny held him back, shaking his head and placing a hand on Jake’s arm. “No, she’s almost there, just let her finish,” he said with a smirk.

Jake didn’t want to let you get away with breaking the rules, but the look on the gentle giant’s face stopped him in his tracks. He reluctantly stood back in his spot, watching intently as you came all over your fingers and the poor pillow you had been violating. You collapsed onto the bed, trembling as you continued to let out little whimpers while coming down from your high, soon rolling over and falling into a deep sleep.

When Danny deemed the coast clear, he signaled Jake to follow him, instructing him to get rid of the pillow while he went to grab a washcloth to wipe you down. They worked meticulously, side by side, to clean you up and tuck you into the covers of your shared bed. In the process, they discovered a pile of mini liquor bottles scattered around the floor around the bed, leading them to believe you were drunk off your ass.

Once they were done, they headed out of the bedroom to talk.

Jake entered the living room first, Danny close behind, and they both settled into the couch cushions, Jake throwing his head back in exhaustion. “What’s gotten into her? She knows better than this,” he states, shaking his head and replaying the image of you with your fingers deep inside of yourself, mumbling their names.

Danny chuckled, pulling him closer to his side, mindlessly running a hand across his scalp. “We haven’t been doing our jobs, Jakey. Really think about it, we haven’t been around to even hold y/n lately. Our girl is feeling neglected.”

Jake couldn’t deny the truth of his boyfriend’s statement, but that still wasn’t any excuse in his book. “You’re right, but y/n could have-“

Danny already knew what was coming and he didn’t want to hear it. He leaned down and connected his lips with Jake's, effectively cutting off his sentence, and kissed him lazily for a few seconds. He began to pull away but was stopped by a hand making its way into his curls and pulling him closer to Jake’s face. They fought for dominance in the kiss, but it was no use as Danny easily took control, setting a steady pace. Danny swallowed all of the whimpers being pulled from the man next to him and reached back to knead the clothed flesh of Jake’s ass as the kiss continued.

Jake finally pulled away looking like a hot mess. Danny trailed his eyes from Jake’s, down to his lips and back up again, before pulling him into his chest again. “When was the last time we did that to each other?” Danny asked, resuming his previous motion of running his hand through Jake’s hair.

He opened his eyes, still doing his best to hold himself together after that unexpected kiss. He wanted to give Danny a definitive answer, but he couldn’t. He was drawing a blank. They hadn’t had a lot of time alone during the tour, and since they’ve been back, they’ve basically been with Josh and Sam every day as well.

Danny gave him a soft smile, already knowing Jake wouldn’t be able to answer. He could barely remember himself. “Exactly. So just imagine how y/n feels, always being here alone every day. At least we are with each other when we’re not home.”

Jake thought carefully about the situation, wanting to see things through your eyes just like Danny was able to. He’d been so caught up with the band that being intimate with his lovers didn’t even cross his mind, not once. And he suspects it is probably the same for Danny, the way he gets so involved in the band as well; everything else ceases to exist. They had promised you they would care for you and give you the love you needed, but lately they hadn’t been fulfilling that promise. Jake felt a wave of guilt begin to wash over him. Although your actions were inappropriate, they were justifiable.

Jake brings Danny in for another kiss. He smiles, “Thank you, Daniel, you always know how to put things into perspective.”

Danny caressed his boyfriend’s tan skin, grazing his fingertips over his cheekbones. “I love you, Jakey.”

Jake wrapped his arms around the back of his neck, pressing their foreheads together. “I love you too. Now we need to show y/n we love her just as much.”

They stayed cuddling on the couch for a while longer, before deciding to call it a night and cuddle in their bed with you. They were going to make up for their behavior towards you very soon.

~~~

You were pacing back and forth outside of your boyfriends’ home studio biting your nails nervously (really just the second bedroom but still). You needed to come clean about what you did the other night. You had to tell the truth, or it would eat you alive.

Your memory was foggy about the details, but you remembered enough. When you woke up the morning after, you were naked, squished between your boyfriends, and the memories started flooding in. You could remember drinking, but you couldn’t remember how much. Then as you started replaying the events of the night before, guilt became the dominant emotion. You had touched yourself. You’d touched yourself without either of your lovers there. Sure, you had been feeling a little lonely and sad, but that was no excuse to do what you did.

You felt tears begin to form at the corners of your eyes, but you quickly wiped them away and took a few deep breaths. You needed to keep it together if you were going to tell Jake and Danny what happened.

When you awoke this morning and heard music coming from down the hall, the first thing you felt was relief that your boys were going to be home today, but that feeling slowly faded into lingering anxiety about what you and done and the need to tell them. You were so happy they were here, but you thought you might have more time to come up with an excuse, or even forget about it completely so you didn’t have to face it.

You took one last deep breath to calm your nerves before opening the door slowly and taking a step inside the room, preparing yourself for whatever may happen. You shut the door behind you, turning to look at your boys, completely immersed in whatever riff they were working on that it took a minute for them to notice you standing there. Jake was the first to realize your presence. “Hey, pretty girl,” he said, pausing his playing and setting his guitar down on a stand near where he was seated. “What brings you here?” he attempts to lightly joke, but his demeanor changes slightly once he takes in the sight of you.

You still stood in front of the door, nervously fiddling with the hem of your t-shirt that hung to the tops of your thighs. Jake eyed you curiously, raising an eyebrow as if to say what's wrong?

Danny is next to speak up, noticing your nervous fidgeting. “Babe? Is everything okay?” He starts to stand from his drum kit and move around to the front of it, but no closer to you.

Your mind drew a blank at the worst possible moment. Your throat felt dry, and your stomach flipped upside down as you fumbled for anything to say. You felt like a wreck.

Danny, now concerned about your lack of response, walked across the room and took your hands in his. “Hey, you’re okay. Take a deep breath and tell us what’s going on. You’re safe.”

You looked up to meet his gaze and saw the worry written all over his face. You stole a glance behind him at Jake who wore a similar expression. Then you heard Jake’s voice, “Hey, you’re okay. Like Danny said, just breathe,” he paused inhaling loudly while indicating for you to copy him, then exhaling for a few seconds.

Again, Danny spoke up, squeezing your hands once, “What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“Did something happen?” Jake interjected.

You took in as steady of a breath as you could manage, before letting it go and looking back to the floor. You couldn’t possibly face them while telling them this. You nodded your head, “I… I touched myself without permission,” you whispered into the room, hoping the noise would slip past their ears, but nonetheless, they still heard you in the quiet room.

At this point, you couldn’t hold back your tears; it was just too much for you to handle. You felt the tears start to slowly drip down your face, but made no effort to stop them.

The already silent room seemed to grow quieter as the seconds passed. Now that they knew the reason for your nervousness, Jake and Danny gave up on fighting the sly smirks that were threatening to spread across their faces since you walked in earlier. They never wished for you to cry, but this kind of cry… the kind that comes when you’re confessing to doing something naughty, was their favorite one. They got off on it.

Danny dropped your hands after a few moments. “Y/n, you didn’t!” he dramatically exclaims, a smile creeping along the corners of his lips.

“You know better, y/n,” Jake wore a similar expression.

You were upset; with your eyes trained on the floor beneath your feet, you missed the sly expressions on your boyfriends’ faces, and you were so overwhelmed with guilt that you couldn’t pick up on the exaggeration in their tones. You just heard their words and felt them cut through you like sharp knives. The only thing you hated more than anything else in the world was disappointing the men you loved. It hurt every fiber of your being.

You were sobbing now, unable to calm down enough to explain yourself properly. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to… I- I was lonely, and I missed you so much, and I- I uh,” you couldn’t finish. Your emotions were running wild, and you didn’t have the strength anymore to get them under control. This kind of reaction might seem excessive to anyone else, but to you, this was your pride. You loved it when your boyfriends called you a good girl, a pretty girl. But your behavior the other night was anything but good. You were bad, and you know how much your boys like you to be their good girl.

Jake smiled, rolling his chair over to you and pulling you into his lap, making you straddle him as he began to rub circles into your lower back. Danny crouched beside you both, taking your hand in his and bringing it up to his mouth to gently kiss your knuckles. You couldn’t fully understand what was happening, just giving in and burying your face in Jake’s neck, allowing their soothing touches to calm you down.

After a minute of waiting for you to calm down, Danny looked up at you from his crouching position with a compassionate smile, rubbing soothing circles on your palm with his thumb. “Y/n, guess what?”

You had stopped crying, finding solace in Jake’s lap and Danny’s hand on yours. You came out of hiding from Jake’s neck and rested your temple on his shoulder, sniffling a few times.

“What?” you croaked out, throat already a little hoarse from crying, blinking away any remaining tears from your eyes.

Jake kissed the top of your head before nuzzling your hair with his nose. “We already know.”

You popped your head up, eyes wide in disbelief. “You do?” you asked in a surprised tone.

Danny giggled, reaching up to wipe another tear that had spilled from your eye. “That’s right, baby, we saw you.” He pulls your right hand towards his face. “We saw these naughty fingers shoved deep into that greedy little hole of yours,” he said while slowly tracing each finger with his lips.

“And this needy little thing,” Jake added, “coming all over our poor pillow.” He moved his hand off your back and began trailing around to your front, hovering his palm just above your now throbbing core. You whimper out loud, slightly rocking your hips forward to chase the feeling of your boyfriend’s hand on you.

Although it was amazing when they were nice to you, you knew it wouldn’t last long. It never did. Your punishment was sure to come soon, whatever it was.

The last time you broke the rules, they edged you for hours. It hurt so good, struggling not to come until they said you could. It was a feeling so intense you can’t even begin to find the words to describe it properly.

“Are you going to punish me like last time?” you asked, still sitting comfortably in Jake’s lap.

Danny tilted his head at your question with a small pout on his lower lip, looking like he was in deep thought. He looked over at the man beneath you, who raised his eyebrows, signaling that it was up to Danny. He looked back at you with a devilish smile on his face. “I guess we could.”

He took your hands in his once again, helping you up from your seat in Jake’s lap to a standing position, but still between Jake’s knees. You felt him move behind you, leaning in to brush his lips against your ear. “Bend over for me, put your hands on Jakey’s shoulders.”

His hands disappeared from yours, instead running up your arms to the middle of your back, gently pushing you forward to Jake. You put your hand out to catch his shoulders and met his gaze for the first time in a few minutes. Your faces were so close to one another, Jake couldn’t help but pull you in for a kiss. You were already incredibly turned on, not really knowing what was going to happen or when it would strike. You trusted your boys to take care of you though, leaving everything in their hands.

Danny had left the room briefly to retrieve a few items he kept out of your line of sight, placing them on a table somewhere behind you.

He stood behind you, pulling your shorts down, allowing them to land around your ankles. The cool air in the room blew over your bare skin, sending a chill up your spine. Jake took notice and gently ran his hands up and down your arms resting on his shoulders. You heard metal clinking as Danny started unbuckling his belt, slowly sliding out of the loops on his shorts.

Jake and Danny normally use their hands when they spanked you, but the belt came out when you did something really bad. The first time, you were nervous and thought it was going to be the worst thing in the world, but once you felt the first strike from the leather strap, you were convinced.

Danny folded the belt in half, running his hand over the smooth skin of your ass, barely tracing the edge of your cheeky panties. “Ready?” he asked, making sure you were still up for their play.

You felt your heart swell, another reminder of the love you shared with the two boys touching you. “Ready,” you whispered, already lightheaded from arousal.

Jake grabbed your chin, pulling your face so you were looking him in the eyes. “You’ll get two strikes, then maybe you get a reward,” he explained to you, giving you somewhat of a heads-up on what to expect.

You were losing your grip on reality, eyes fluttering shut as Danny teasingly rubbed the leather of the belt over your cheeks. “Okay,” you somehow managed to get out.

Once it was confirmed you knew what was about to happen, Danny took a step back and landed a single strike over both of your ass cheeks. You let out a yelp in surprise, knees buckling from the impact. You leaned forward to catch yourself, burying your face in Jake’s neck, suckling his skin for comfort. The strike wasn’t hard enough to cause severe pain, but it did sting, and you were trying to distract yourself as best as you could.

Danny grabbed a hold of your hips, pulling you back into position for his second strike. He gripped the flushed flesh firmly, causing you to whimper slightly. He couldn’t stop himself from palming his clothed cock as he admired the view of your reddened ass under his hand and the soaked wetness of your panties. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he breathed out, barely audible for anyone to hear.

However, you heard it, moaning as you sucked on Jake’s neck harder, one of his hands coming up to lace through your hair to pull your mouth away from his skin. “What do you say, sweetheart?”

You licked at the reddish, purple mark you left on Jake’s neck, “Thank you, sir.”

This was music to both Jake's and Danny’s ears. “Such a well-behaved girl, aren’t you?” Danny complimented, knowing you thrived when praised for doing something right.

You preened, wanting to receive more acknowledgment from the men you were sandwiched between. “Yes, sir,” your voice clearer than before, hoping that would win you another praise.

Instead, with no warning at all, Danny landed the second and final crack of the belt on your ass. Jake acted fast, swallowing the scream from your mouth as you lurched forward from the force of the leather hitting your backside. He kissed you passionately, wiping away any stray tears on your cheeks with his thumbs.

You weren’t crying because it hurt, you were crying because you were overwhelmed with pleasure. You’ve grown to enjoy this type of impact play, maybe more than you should, and your boyfriends knew it.

While you and Jake continue to make out, you could hear Danny drop the belt on the ground before returning to his place behind your slightly bent-over figure.

Jake grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled it in exactly the right way, just enough to move your head to the side an inch. He put his lips to your ear and nibbled at your lobe before whispering, “If you’re a good girl for Danny, maybe I’ll give you an extra little treat.”

Your knees felt like jelly when you registered his words.

“Can you do that for me?” Jake pressed on. You felt Danny grab you firmly from behind, digging his fingertips into the fronts of your hips, likely leaving bruises. Unable to form any coherent words, you nodded your head eagerly at Jake’s question, but that didn’t seem to satisfy him.

“I need you to say it y/n…” Jake whispered again in your ear, starting to kitten lick his way from your earlobe to the middle of your neck. You shivered at the feeling of his tongue on your skin, and Danny’s lingering touches on your hips.

“Yes, please, I’ll be so good, please just do something, I need you so bad, please-” Danny cut you off by pulling your hips harshly against his so you could feel just how affected he was by watching you like this. “Well, how am I supposed to deny you when you beg all pretty like that, sweet girl?”

Falling deeper into a state of arousal at his words, you knew it would be a long night.

~~~

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[atlabeth]

now that the dust has cleared from the chaos for me irl, i want to officially thank you all for 3000 followers!! because wow. where do i even start?

this isn't a milestone i thought i would ever reach. i made this blog during my junior year of high school when i was bored as hell in online school, not knowing what would come of it, and honestly not expecting anyone to read anything i’ve written. i exclusively wrote avatar fics (kind of embarrassing that a series i started at the beginning of my blog still isnt finished huh?) because it was what i had been watching most recently. i started to gain some recognition, made some friends, and slowly but surely i carved out my little corner of the internet. and now, 3 years, 3000 followers, and almost 500,000 words later, i’m going into my junior year of college with some of the best online friends a girl could ask for (shoutout to my day 1 @simplysolo for still being around and still being the best ever, and shoutout to all my other tumblr friends that have deactivated over the years</3 i miss you guys) a whole array of fandoms that i’ve dabbled in, and a newly discovered thing for middle aged men. cool 

i truly cannot thank you all enough. i’ve always been a writer, but this blog has given me a sorely needed creative outlet and made me more confident in my writing skills than ever. at the end of the day i’m just writing silly little x reader fics, but i’ve truly had so much fun doing it! every single fictional man im in love with is also in love with me isn’t that crazy!!!

a special, extended shoutout to the loveliest mutuals i’ve picked up over the years. i wouldn’t be half the writer i am and i wouldn’t have half as much fun on here without you all. @simplysolo for being around since the beginning and truly being the greatest person on this app, i love you intensely, @sokkadora for being another one of my ogs (we dont talk anymore but i see you every so often on my dash and you’re doing great!!) @mcallmestiles for being one of the first avatar fics i ever read, traitor encouraged me to be a better writer and i hope you’re doing well with your medical career!! @tangledinlove for being my most famous mutual, the kindest person in the world, and being brought together through the power of lockwood, @giyuji and @milkiane who are both inactive but who i have to tag because i love them and i hope they’re doing well; naomi you got me into the grishaverse and liane we were in the trenches of the stranger things revival together, @boneblushed for dealing with so much but still being phenomenal and lovely in every way, @tommymcartney for being so sweet all the time, my biggest cheerleader and encouraging my insanity in every fandom ive been a part of, @nghtwngs for being the only person who loses it over nikolai lantsov as much as i do, to all my new/more recent mutuals @hotchfiles @ma1dita @moowithmidnight @emiliehornby @supercutszns i can't wait to get to know or keep getting to know you!!! you're all so lovely!!! and all the mutuals i don’t talk to as much as i should, i love you all and cherish you in my heart regardless of if we talk every day or have never said a single word to each other!! i don’t want to tag you all because i don’t want to bother you, but if you’re looking at this and thinking am i talking about you, i am. i love you. it takes a village and im so lucky to have you all as mine 

i can’t believe it’s been 3 years, i can’t believe i’m halfway done with college, and i can’t believe we hit 3,000. truly, from the bottom of my heart, thank you so much for reading my fics and letting me be some small part of your lives. i can’t wait to write more for you all. keep a lookout for my 3k celebration post! 

[mikewheelerlikesboys]

I’ve been sort of inactive recently but just so everyone knows I most definitely am still interested and a part of the fandom. I’ve just taken a step back to focus on other things so that hopefully the time will go by faster, I can’t stand the waiting. I still fully believe Byler will be endgame and once they release the teaser, I’m sure I’ll be on here yapping everyone’s ear off 24/7 again.

[39oa]

have you ever asked yourself: “hey, wouldn’t it be nice if i could quickly browse all the special warm-up jerseys that nhl teams have worn in collaboration with local or independent artists?” the answer to this is probably no so Don’t answer that, but... if you were ever to randomly stumble upon this train of thought, you would now be able to do so @ nhlwarmups.github.io! 

i created this website out of personal interest and an enduring love for beautiful jersey designs; i love art in all forms and really just love looking at it, so in my inability to find an existing project that fulfilled my desire of browsing through all these jerseys in a centralized location i somehow... singlehandedly motivated myself to take on the task? LOL but otherwise i also wanted to make this database because... well, i feel like even though a lot of league-wide inclusion initiatives ultimately rely on/benefit teams’ commercial interests, and even though it feels like there’s recently been an overabundance of dialogue re: player action or inaction, theme-night dissent and sociocultural pressure, the culminating breaking points of bisected fandom, etc.... art still kind of matters! to me, to the designers, to real people who attend games and who coordinate events and who run media platforms and do what small facets of work can still be done.

Anyway. this site itself is sort of meaningless and doesn’t really accomplish much at the end of the day, but i guess i wanted to (try to) refocus the concept of a “warm-up jersey” back on the people who actually create them, and ultimately to reattach the positive components of theme nights in a way that felt slightly tangible and concrete. the site itself isn’t very complicated so hopefully it’s fairly self-navigable, but some quick notes on content and functionality:

as of april 4, 2023, this database displays 82 special jerseys from 21 different nhl teams

i’ve currently only included special jerseys designed with a highlighted artist in my set. that is, while some teams have worn different pride/heritage night/etc. jerseys with either stock-template designs or artwork otherwise created in-house, those jerseys weren’t logged unless an artist was specifically named. for example, the penguins pride jersey from 2022-23 isn’t included but the ducks lunar new year jersey (which was created by a ducks graphic designer) from 2022-23 is.

there are different sidebar options to help quickly search for a specific type or style of jersey: you can sort by team/event/date and filter by category/team/season/base color

lastly, clicking on one of the preview cards will bring you to a details page with additional information on each jersey, including social media links to support the artist, notes on charity benefits, an image gallery of the design, and embedded tweets highlighting the artist when available:

that’s basically it! this was a labor of love so i tried my best to not make the entire experience a functional piece of garbage, but at the end of the day i am Just Some Guy and i never know what i’m doing so please lmk if anything is super wonky. and also if your team has a past design that fits the criteria but i missed it :)

[angelwishess]

ʚAngel!໒꒱

blessings upon you, pretty! Thanks for stopping by!

꒰ she/her ꒱ ꒰ minor ꒱ ꒰ oc x canon! ꒱ ꒰ entp ꒱

Drawing and yapping, occassional theories! (Might start a side blog for writing…)

I love interacting with fellow twsties, so dont be shy! I might reply late though, schoolwork this sem is crazy :(

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ongoing: ─ ・┈ ୨୧ ꒱

OC Ask Game!

Oc x Canon Ask Game!

⋅.𖥔 ˖ More about me, my ocs and tag index under the cut! ⋅.𖥔 ˖

୨୧⋅.𖥔 more about me !

Hi! My name is Angel (not really), and this is my first time ever making an account for a fandom and posting my art online!! So, i’m very new to all this!

My timezone is GMT+4, and I get home from school pretty late, so from Monday to Thursday chances are i’m pretty inactive, so sorry if i reply back late!!! Please know its not on purpose, I just get very busy with schoolwork. </3 (but alas, the twst brainrot is stronger.)

Other than TWST, I’m also a big fan of OB!SWD, Mairimashita Iruma Kun, the Ikemen Series, Pokemon, and Genshin Impact! (Though I have been drifting away from it, I still like seeing stuff abt it!) Theres definetly alot more and I just cant think of them rn, but yeah!!

I mainly post about twst, more specifically my OCs!!! (More info on them later) This is an Oc x Canon acc! If you’re not a big fan of that, feel free to block me! Thats completely okay if what i post isnt your cup of tea! (Main ship is Floyd x Kyra (my Yuusona) btw!!!)

I am a minor, so please refrain from saying anything inappropriate to me, or any suggestive comments directed towards my ocs!

As I said earlier, I’m new to interacting with a fandom (since im so used to being a lurker online lol) but I’m very willing to be moots!! Please don’t be hesitant to ask me, I love interacting with fellow twst fans!!!!

I’m only comfortable with DMs and being tagged in posts if we are moots!!! But please dont feel shy to interact, my inbox is open to everyone so feel free to chat with me there!!! ♡

୨୧⋅.𖥔 t a g s . . .

꒰ ໒꒱ ꒱ General tags:

Art: 🎀! Art

Doodles: 🎀! Doodles

Reblogs : 🎀! Reblog

SMAU posts : 🎀! smau

Ask Game posts : 🎀! ask game

(^ feel free to mute this one!!)

Theories: 🎀! Theory

Fics: 🎀! Fic

Asks: 🎀! Asks

Rambling: 🎀! Yap

꒰ ໒꒱ ꒱ Oc tags:

Kyra: 🎀🕊️! Kyra

Elena Leech: 🫧🎼! Elena

Jester: 🃏🎭! Jester

Sol Lumiere: ☀️🧵! Sol

Rory Klein: 🍓🐑! Rory

꒰ ໒꒱ ꒱ Oc x Canon tags:

Floyd x Kyra: 🎀🦈! Floyra

Elena x Jamil: 🫧🐍! Jalena

Jester x Riddle: 🎭👑! Ridster

୨୧⋅.𖥔 O C s . . .

— 🎀🕊️ Kyra Lovelace

Lore! : Life before NRC

— 🫧🎼 Elena Leech (none yet!)

— 🎭👑 Jester (None yet!)

[bahbzxxx]

Please Read~ The End of An Era

Hi, I’m Barbz!!

I made this account a few years ago, and I can definitely say I’ve spent my fair share of time here, wether it be writing, or just being a fan.

I’ve been inactive the last few months (or really the last year to be honest) due to lifestyle changes that I am so grateful for ~ college, self~improvement, relationships, work, and so much more. I’m in a much better place than I was when I created this account.

In reality, this is a really good thing for me, and it’s likely going to stay this way. As of July 2024, I will no longer be writing for this account, specifically genshin content or oneshot content. I will still keep posts up as I know that there are people out there who have smiled at the things I’ve put out, but it is time to hang this hat on the shelf.

One thing I’m grateful for about this account is, when I started writing, it helped me at least start the foundations of a creative outlet, and know what it is like to at least put yourself out there in some way, even if it’s behind a screen. I never knew that I could apply this IRL, and now that I do…its so cool. And to those who write full on fanfics…you guys have truly mastered and art I’m still working on today (trying to find the motivation to keep practicing music lol I’m a music student).

This is gonna sound sappy but to writers who see this (I mean fandom writers and all), keep writing. Keep working on it. It is worth it. You are talented, even if it’s just smut, it’s still writing. Keep writing.

Ty for everything, Tumblr and Genshin and Venti nation.

This is Barbz, signing off.

May the Anemo Archon protect you.🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️

[zayray030]

All I want is cute ace fanfic and there have been some really cute ones! But like whyyyy make ace have internalized homophobia 😭😭😭 idk I think people are totally allowed to have their headcanons and I’m probably biased but I feel like all adeuce fanfic paints ace as the inconsiderate asshole (and he can be!!!) but they always take it too far 💀

🐝 anon

BEE!!!! BABY I MISSED YOU!!!!

(Also sorry to everyone for being inactive here I've just been on twt (dailyace0923) and I'm so sorry for leaving you all!!!!)

anyways,.....YOU ARE SO FUCKING RIGHT!!!!!

LIKE THE FUCK DOES THIS FANFOM MEAN 'ace has internalised homophobia' THE FUCK HE DOES?!??!?!

I'm not smart enough to as of right now, but onw day once I've collected all of his cards and am in a mental place where I I form a coherent sentence, I will make an analysis on how and why is a queer coded character!!! Mark my words!!!

ALSO!! YOU ARE SO RIGHT ABOUT IT BEING IN DEUCE X ACE FICS!!

Like what is this fandoms obsession with pitting them against each other over every little thing????? Like godforbid Ace liker Deuce but is in denial over something else except homophobia!!

And like I get it!!! It adds something!! In MOST not all media. However Twisted Wonderland??? Yeah that shit ain't gonna fly with a character like Ace that constantly talks about fashion, his hair, doing his makeup, etc

Ace is incredibly confident in his sexually. Attachment and confronting emotions?? Not so much

But like can the angst be about Ace not knowing how to feel because he likes deuce and not be because he likes a boy????

Like shit, he broke up with his girlfriend because she constantly wanted to do girly things and shit and he just wanted to be with his MALE friends.

And some people might wanna say 'oh he was only 12/13!!' YEAH AND YA'LL WANNA MAKE IT SEEM LIKE HED STILL GHOST SOMEINE NOW AT 16??? LIKE PICK A DAMN STRUGGLE??? IS HE BI AND AVOIDANT OR STRAIGHT AND ABLE TO HANDLE LONG TERM RELATIONSHIPS?? BITCH

ANYWAYS, Ace has struggles with intimacy, connecting and attachments in both romantic and some platonic relationships. Has he changed from MIDDLE school? Who knows.

Now. Does he have internalised homophobia? HELL FUCKING NO YOU FUCKING IDIOTS IN FACT I CAN SAY WITH MY FULL CHEST HE IS THE GAYEST FIRST YEAR, but I digress.

Sorry, I'm really passionate about my anti-straight Ace agenda that I think more people should join me in ❤️❤️

[esther-dot]

Hi Esther!

Would you have a tag (or tags) that I can follow for asoiaf theories and metas on your blog? I feel like I am far behind in terms of fandom speculation/theories that have come out and would really like to catch up.

Thank you <3

Sadly, I was not good about tagging when I first joined the fandom, and I’m still not consistent. 🫣 But I looked around and have found some stuff you might enjoy.

I like these posts about Dany's relationships with her nephews as being foreshadowed by her interactions with Rhaegal (Jon) and Viserion (Aegon). This post about potential foreshadowing for Dany to kill Aegon. This spec about Dany v Aegon and Jon betraying her. This one, about how killing Aegon will not be the victory she expects, and some parallels between him and Robb .

I have a tag for Dance of Dragons 2.0, but the better one to peruse is prolly sayruq's on that topic. Also, just so you know, the fandom at large seems to think "mummer's dragon" means Aegon is fake, but we tend to believe he's Elia's son and that that's about Jon. I'd recommend reading Aegor's tag for more general Aegon content.

I can't find any specific book meta about how the Starks will defeat the Others at the moment, although I linked to a meta about it happening at Winterfell in this post. If anyone has a post they like or wrote on it, please send it catofoldstone's way!

Let's see...I haven't been doing a good job keeping up with meta for the past year, but I think there's good stuff in the Stark v Tag tag which has foreshadowing for conflict between wolf and dragon and spec about Arya and/or Jon assassinating Dany. Oh, here's the tag talking about foreshadowing for Dany to face-off with Euron which I find interesting spec. I do have a few tags I’ve tried to remember to use more, Book Jonsa, R+L=J, King Bran, The Girl in Grey. This post about the Ashford Tourney Theory has links for meta on that (it's a beloved Jonsa theory), and I have a few additional things tagged for it. I also have this post with some favorite Jonsa metas. The Sansa and Lyanna tag has been fun due to @please-dot's eye for parallels.

theusurpersdog doesn't seem to be active any longer, but their posts on Dark Dany are very good. This one has links to the previous ones in their series on her. I like this one about book Jon as well.

I enjoyed howlandreads writing (also inactive), especially this post, Feminine Rebellion in ASOIAF.

Reading trinuviel's post about Dany being Azor Ahai (but that being a bad thing!) was formative for me, so even though I feel like I link that a lot, I shall again! This is the final post in the series and has links to the previous entries.

Fedonciadale is someone I thought of as our very own ASOIAF expert. She passed away a year ago, but I’d encourage you to look through her masterlist. She was a fan of LOTR and Martin is a huge fan (he said he regularly rereads it), so I was very interested in the parallels she found between the two series.

I’m not sure if you were around for this, but Istumpy did a reread project and you can find links to each of those posts in this master post. You may want to look at the summaries for each book in that post to find where the foreshadowing for a specific topic is and approach it that way.

The one meta by someone beyond our corner of the fandom that I think about often is that famous series of essays on Dany because Martin endorsed them. It was written years and years ago, and after reading Martin's words on it, it's hard to understand how Dark Dany is treated as a fringe theory or rejected as part of shipping wars.

I hope you find something you enjoy somewhere in all of that!