#It's more complicated than that in the fic. But that's the gist.

[frost-felon]

The fanfiction.net link to the story. It's also on deviantART, and AzTheDragon is here on Tumblr, under that same name.

oKAY LISTEN, I read this 13 year old unfinished fic called “Unwilling Partners” and I’ve never touched a single megaman game in my life and now this creature is permanently branded in my head and I’m downloading the game tonight. (Edit: FIXED A THING)

[littlejuicebox]

Dadstarion prompt (sorry if I missed the boat on this!) - insecure postpartum Tav, struggling with their new body. Maybe some body worship from Astarion 👀? (Personal experience - I really struggled postpartum with adjusting to my new body, it changed in ways I never even imagined). Thank you and just want to say I love your Astarion 🥰

Adore You

Thanks for your request! Not 100% sure this is what you were looking for, but I already had a mostly finished piece I was working on that definitely fits the body-worship and Tav struggling with her body parts of this prompt. It's smut, though, and when the smut gods bless, I cannot deny their gifts.

Glad you love my Astarion! I adore him. And he adores his Tav. ;)

Summary: You are struggling with your post-partum body. Astarion is here to remind you that he still adores you.

This follows my Dadstarion section of my AstarionxReader series. But no worries, you can read it as a OneShot. Here’s the gist: Astarion is mortal and you have three children together. Gale, named after the Wizard of Waterdeep and the twins. That’s about all you need to know! See my other fics for more info and storylines.

Tags/Warnings: smut with a plot, body image issues, angst w/ comfort, PiV, fingering, oral, light overstim, light daddy kink, breast milk, breast milk drinking, all the depravity i'm generally known for tbh, light creampie kinda?

Word Count: 2.8K

A/N: I'm an unhinged degenerate and no I won't apologize. Also women’s bodies are amazing and can produce life and are beautiful and my Astarion appreciates that about his Tav okay?

“Thank the gods for the nanny,” Astarion says with a dramatic sigh as he enters the bedroom, closing the door quietly behind him, “Gale was about to make me read ‘P is for Peacock’ a third time and I was close to ripping my hair out, darling.” 

You chuckle softly as your husband greets you from where you’re seated at the vanity with a brief kiss and then moves to the small table in the corner of your bedroom to pour himself a goblet of wine. 

“And the twins?” He asks as his eyes watch the red liquid fall into the cup beneath it. He takes a few sips as you speak before setting the cup back down on the table.

“I’ve just fed them not too long ago and now they’re both asleep. Having Winifred to help me get them on the same schedule has been wonderful.” You respond as your husband nods and prepares a second, smaller goblet of wine, which he brings to you.

He settles himself beside you while you finish braiding your hair for bed and hums contentedly, “Perfect.”

Astarion’s hands wrap around your midsection and before you can stop yourself, you feel your body tense under his touch. The silver-haired elf pauses and frowns before retracting his hands, “Do you not want me to touch you, darling? You need only tell me.” 

You sigh and shrug as you finish off the half-portioned goblet in one long drink, mostly to avoid your husband’s gaze,  “It’s not that, it’s— it’s stupid.” 

“Look at me, little love.” He whispers, his fingers coming under your chin as they gently coax you to face him and meet his gaze. He moves forward and presses a soft kiss against your lips before continuing, “I love you. More than anything. You know this. Now, won’t you tell me whatever is the matter so that I can help?”

Your husband waits as you gather your thoughts. It’s complicated, it’s embarrassing. You know it’s silly, and vain, and yet you can’t help yourself. And you aren’t quite sure how to verbalize it all.

“I hate my body.” You finally say, your voice cracking as you speak, and something about finally saying that evil little thought aloud causes tears to spring in your eyes. 

Astarion’s mouth falls open in surprise and then he furrows his brows and quickly wraps his arms around your shoulders, not knowing what to say or do apart from physically enveloping you in his love. 

You continue on, speaking into his neck, sniffling as a few more tears run down your cheeks, “After Gale, I quickly returned to my previous weight. I hadn’t had any stretch marks. But carrying the twins— it’s different, Astarion. And I was expecting it to an extent but I just— I hate my body and I hate the way I look.” 

There is a moment of silence as your husband simply holds you against him, allowing space for your tears. When he speaks, his voice is a soft murmur into your hair, “Not that you should care what I think, but I adore your body, darling. And I love everything about the way you look.” 

You scoff and withdraw from your husband with teary, reddened eyes narrowed at him, “You have to say that.”

“I do not have to do anything,” He retorts, arching his eyebrow in a challenge, “Weren’t you the one that taught me that?” 

When you don’t respond, Astarion continues on, knowing he’s won. He takes your hand in his, gently lifting it to press a kiss against your knuckle. 

“I adore your hands. Which have both slain monsters and soothed our children,” He whispers before trailing kisses up your arm and to your neck where he presses another reverent kiss against those little fang scars. 

“I adore your neck, which once provided me with sustenance I hadn’t known in centuries.” 

Your face is beginning to grow hot under his devoted attention and compliments, and you move to shrink away from your husband, but he gently grabs you by the waist. He leans into you and brushes his nose at the meeting point between your ear and neck as he inhales the smell of your skin. 

“Why are you trying to hide from me, darling?” He asks with a little sulky pout, his chin resting on your shoulder. 

“I’m not, I—“ You begin, but Astarion quickly shushes you. 

“Then just be quiet and let me adore you, hm?” He asks before running his tongue against those fang marks, making you shiver. 

You nod slightly and your husband grins, “Good girl. Now, come here.” 

Astarion pats his lap and you slide to sit upon his thighs, forgetting your finished goblet on the floor underneath your vanity stool. He rests his chin upon your shoulder as the two of you gaze in the mirror together. 

“Do you remember when I used to do this all the time?” Astarion asks, not truly waiting for a response before his long fingers trace down the side of your neck, brush along your collarbone, and then wander toward your waist, aiming to untie your dressing gown. He moves slowly and watches your expression in the mirror, waiting for you to give him any indication to stop. 

But you didn’t want him to stop. Despite your feelings about your body, you still deeply crave your husband’s comforting touch. 

The silky fabric slips down your shoulders and pools around your waist, baring you before his adoring eyes. The elf smiles and presses a kiss to the back of your shoulder, still watching the two of you in the mirror. 

“Beautiful,” He whispers as he peppers a few kisses up your shoulder and the back of your neck, igniting a trail of goosebumps across your skin.

Astarion slowly drifts his hands up your sides before moving to cup a heavy, milk-stretched tit in each hand. The sensation causes you to wriggle. 

His tone is reverent, almost a whisper as he turns his head just slightly and flashes a toothy grin, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks, “I adore your breasts, which have fed our eldest and now feed our twins.”

He chuckles salaciously before saying the next part, “And which, on more than one delicious occasion, have also fed me.”

Your husband lightly teases circles around your nipples as he finishes the line that he knows will cause you to blush and then gently nips at your ear lobe, earning him a gasp. You feel Astarion’s arousal pressing into your backside as he continues to caress your breasts and uses two fingers from each hand to tease and stimulate your nipples. You arch into his touch and your thighs press together as you feel a growing slickness between your legs from his attentions. 

One of your breasts begins to leak milk, and when your husband feels the warm liquid dripping onto his fingers he hums and brings the digits to his lips. You watch in the mirror as Astarion dips the two fingers into his own mouth and licks them clean while continuing to tease your other breast. 

It isn’t long before that one begins leaking, too, and your lover chuckles in delight as he watches the liquid gold trail down the bottom of your breast and languidly drip down your stomach. 

The elf brings two fingers to slowly swipe up the stream of white liquid. Then he brings those same fingers to your lips, prompting you to open your mouth.

“Good girl,” He purrs before pressing those two digits against your tongue. Astarion lingers for a moment and you shut your eyes as you eagerly wrap your lips around his slender fingers and suck. You hear a little hum by your ear and feel your lover’s cock twitch in delight underneath you as he observes the scene.

“You are a vision, love.” He murmurs, as he slides his hand away from your lips, “Now, let me take care of you the way you deserve.”

The elf gestures for you to stand, causing your robe to completely slide off your body into a pool on the floor, before he quickly spins you and then hoists you onto the vanity desk. The smallest flicker of that arrogant rogue dances across his face as Astarion moves forward to dip his tongue into your mouth. He unhurriedly teases your tongue against his as he roams his hands up and down your torso until you're panting and moaning softly into his mouth. 

When he retracts, his pupils are filled with lust. His hands come to quickly pull his shirt over his head and then undo the laces of his trousers. Before long he’s standing in front of you in only his small clothes. 

Astarion grabs your hand and guides it to the bulge straining between his legs as he asks, “Do you feel what that divine body of yours does to me, little love?” 

“Yes– my love, I want–” You begin as you eagerly try to delve your hand inside your husband’s undergarments, desperate to free his gorgeous cock. But he catches your wrist and stops you with a soft tut and a playful glint in his eyes. 

“Soon. But not yet, darling. I haven’t quite finished adoring you yet. And I’ve got the best seat in the house.” He teases, before settling himself back onto the vanity bench and grinning mischievously up at you, “Now, be a good girl and open those beautiful, plush thighs of yours for me, won’t you?” 

You oblige, and Astarion takes a moment to admire you, fully barren to him and already soaked with arousal. His arms come under your knees, spreading you wider for him, as he grips your thighs with his hands. Then he turns and begins pressing tender kisses up your thigh. He makes slow work of the task, humming contentedly on his journey toward your sex and always lingering longer in the spots where you’ve developed stretch marks. 

By the time his face is right in front of your mound, you’re positively leaking for Astarion and he groans appreciatively at the sight. 

“Beautiful. I will never tire of seeing that gorgeous cunt dripping for me, darling,” He murmurs and before you can respond, your husband is delving his tongue between your folds and eagerly feasting upon your juices. 

You moan in delight when Astarion brings his tongue to trace around your clit, so familiar with your preferences that it doesn’t take long for him to coax you toward your peak. His tongue dances expertly around the swollen nub, each pass causing your pleasure to build. Two of his long, pale fingers slide into you, meeting no resistance, and he slowly pumps the digits in and out of your walls. 

You grasp onto Astarion’s curls and whine when he adds a third finger, and he knows you’re close, so he continues his ministrations and adds more pressure as he curls his fingers just so. His other hand comes up to find your nipple and tease it between his fingers as you climb the final steps toward your climax. 

A final flick of Astarion’s tongue, a final stroke of his fingers, and you burst with pleasure, whining in delight as your thighs tremble on either side of his head. Your walls spasm and send another gush of arousal onto the elf’s face. You begin leaking breast milk once again. 

“Delicious,” Your husband murmurs as he pulls back slightly to admire the glistening of your sex and then presses forward and takes one more lap of your sensitive folds, causing you to buck into his mouth as he chuckles against you. Astarion languidly runs his tongue up to your stomach, lapping at the thin rivulets of milk running down your torso and covering his face in a shiny layer of your juices and breast milk.

Then he stands to his full height and finally— finally— steps out of his small clothes. His pale cock springs proudly from its confinement, dripping thin strings of pre-come from the reddened tip, just for you. 

“Get over here, Astarion,” You eagerly demand, voice hoarse from your cries as you hook your legs around his torso and pull him against you. 

“Anything for my little love,” Your husband responds, voice full of gravel as he runs the underside of his cock against your slit, using it to lubricate his length. 

And then the head of his cock presses into you and your mouth falls open as Astarion buries himself to the hilt. His thumb comes to lightly tease your still-tender clit as he slowly rocks his hips back and forth. He’s watching your face intently as he thumbs circles around that needy, engorged bundle of nerves. 

You use your legs to pull the elf deeper and he grins before lowering his head so that it’s right by your ear. He takes the lobe in his mouth and suckles gently, causing you to whimper.

“You’ll do one more for me, won’t you darling? You always look so gorgeous when you do.” He coaxes, his mouth so close to your ear his breath tickles the sensitive flesh. And then he’s pitching his hips just slightly, aiming to hit your favorite spot with the tip of his cock. He’s gasping and grunting now as his own need for release starts to overpower him.

You’re almost there. You’re keening with each thrust from Astarion and your walls are clenching tighter and tighter around his cock. 

He moans in response at the sensation before pressing his thumb harder against your clit and rubbing it with single-minded intensity, working you toward release. You begin to relentlessly whimper again and Astarion smiles, his eyes locked onto yours as he watches your face contort in the feeling of immense pleasure.

 “There you go, little love. Let go for daddy.” He whispers, bringing his other hand to palm the ample flesh of your ass. 

And gods, you do. 

The second orgasm ripples through you harder than the first, and you have to clasp your hand around your mouth to stifle your moan. Your walls are pulsing around your lover’s cock as you ride the wave of ecstasy.

You go almost slack and before long Astarion is ripping your hand away from your face and pressing his lips against yours in a bruising kiss as he begins to rut wildly into you, shaking the vanity with every thrust. 

“Gods, the things your body does to me,” He growls as he pulls away from your lips, snapping his hips at a punishing pace as he chases his own release. Astarion’s hand is clutching firmly into your bottom, gripping so tightly there’s sure to be bruising tomorrow. His curls fall in front of his face and his ears begin to turn red as he continues to fuck you into oblivion.

Your husband is trying with every fiber of his being to hold on, to stretch out the delicious sensation of his cock plunging in and out of your walls, but every stroke into your tightness is pushing him further and further towards his peak. He snaps his eyes shut, shaking with the effort it’s taking him to restrain himself, to continue enjoying the feeling of your flesh gripping around his.

You are so thoroughly fucked that you cannot do anything but hold onto your lover and keen underneath him as he continues pounding into you.

 “Darling— hells — my love, you’re so tight, I can’t— I’m—“ 

And then with a sudden, sharp inhale of breath, Astarion is burying his thick length inside your walls and trembling as his cock twitches, relentlessly releasing its spend. He gasps into your ear as he slows his hips, but continues to rut, using his still-hard length to press his seed deeper into you. 

His praises come out in an incoherent string as he continues to languidly rock his hips back and forth. You cup his face in your hands as you kiss him, and Astarion smiles into the kiss, finally stilling his hips as his cock softens between you two. 

“Come here, little love.” He whispers, hooking his arms underneath you. You intuitively wrap your legs around your husband’s torso and he easily carries you to the bathroom. When he finally places you down, he brushes a few strands of hair from your face and then places a tender kiss on your forehead.

“Now let’s get you cleaned up.” He says, turning to start the tap before tossing a glance over his shoulder and chuckling lightly, “And then I have to fix your braid, dear… I’m sorry to tell you that I ruined it.” 

“I think you might have also bruised my ass,” You respond, turning to flash your bottom at Astarion. 

He drops down on his knees to examine the curve of your ass, one nimble finger brushing against the blooming blue marks. You let out a little whine in response, the flesh still tender. 

Astarion presses his lips onto the bruise and lingers for a moment. Then he pulls away and frowns slightly, eyes glossing across the marks before he looks up at you and says, “I’m sorry, darling.”

“It’s okay,” You respond, glancing back to grin over your shoulder. You see your husband peering up at you, the picture of devotion, “I enjoyed it.” 

“Did you, now?” He asks with an amused smirk, his eyebrow cocking in that signature arrogant way of his. 

You nod just slightly as he places another kiss against those little bruises. His hands travel up your thighs, brushing against the wetness dripping from your sex and onto your legs. Two fingers tenderly stroke between your drenched slit. 

“Hmm, and what do we have here, little love? Is this something else that needs cleaning? Won’t you let me take a look?”

You blush but oblige anyway, leaning forward over the counter and exposing your sex, leaking with Astarion’s seed and your arousal. 

He grins and licks a long strip between your folds, causing you to buck slightly and whimper at the stimulation on your still-sensitive cunt. 

“Too sensitive? Want me to stop?” He asks gently from behind you, one hand wrapped around your thigh.

“No, keep going.” You urge him, bending forward to further reveal yourself to him, eager to feel his skilled tongue pressed into you once more. 

A small groan of appreciation from your husband is all you hear before he delves his tongue back between your legs, working to clean up the mess he made. 

The bathtub overflows and spills water onto the floor before he’s done adoring you. At least for tonight.

[gintrinsic-writing]

For the Unusual Fic-Specific Asks for Authors ask game – would you be interested in doing Perspective Flip for This World (is only gonna break your heart), chapter 1’s head trauma fic?? If you want a specific character I think Legend would be interesting, but honestly I’d love to see any character’s POV! (I love this fic so much I need to put in an actual decent comment for it asdfgh)

I'm notoriously slow at writing fiuhshsdfush sorry, but it's incomplete. I probably didn't get to the part you most wanted, but I work the rest of the week, then have to host family for 5 days, so I'm not going to have a chance to write again for a good bit. Hopefully this is still fun to read! I might be able to get to the rest when life slows down.

Based on this short fic.

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“Four?” Legend questioned, wariness coloring his tone. “You good?”

“Yeah,” Four rasped. His fingers flexed around the hilt of the Four Sword over and over again. Even from across the field, it was easy to see that his breaths were too shallow. He licked his lips. “Wild, could I have more of that herbal water?” 

Wild’s ears drooped guiltily. “I’m sorry, but there’s not much left, and Warriors still hasn’t had any.”

Legend sent a sharp look to Warriors, cutting off the self-sacrificial bullshit before it could even begin with a well-timed frown. Warriors acted like he didn’t notice, but he pressed his lips together as he tied off the last of Time’s bandages. Drama queen.

“Right,” Four murmured. He handed his empty cup back, then tugged on his hair. His hand visibly trembled. “Sorry, I wasn’t thinking.” 

Sky questioned Four about an injury, and several others joined in. Legend tuned them out, thumbing one of the heart rings as he watched Hyrule. The traveler swayed a little as he approached, and he sat down without an iota of grace. Sweat dampened both their arms as he leaned against Legend. It was uncomfortable; Legend didn’t consider moving.

“Don’t volunteer for watch tonight,” he murmured, rolling his eyes when Hyrule stuck out his tongue. 

"Don't tell me what to do, Leg."

“Bitch.”

“Worrywort.”

Before Legend could think of a comeback, he noticed Four beginning to pace. The grass nearly reached the smithy’s knees. 

“I’m not… me. I mean I am, but…” Four frowned. “I’m not just me. That’s the problem.” 

Hyrule crossed his legs where he sat. “You can tell us. We’ll do whatever we can to help.”  

Four’s eyes darted along the length of the Four Sword as if searching for something. “For you to understand, there’s something I need to…” He trailed off a sharp exhale. “I named myself for the Four Sword because—because drawing it gives me the ability to split into four separate versions of myself. Only… it’s not working now.”

“Like cloning?” Legend asked, thinking back on some of the oddities he’d come across on his quests. 

“No. They represent different parts of me. They’re my colors.” Four’s sudden smile was a fragile thing. “My sense of reason, my sentiment, my temper, my bravery. Obviously, it’s more complicated than that, but that’s the gist. And right now…” Once more, he touched the dried blood along his hairline. “I can’t hear them at all. I can’t split.”

“Split?” Legend mouthed, just as Sky asked, “Hear them? You normally hear voices?”

Well, that was concerning. Legend thumbed his heart ring again, glancing around at the others. Warriors was still in that eerie way of his, and Wild looked strangely mournful. At least the Old Man seemed to be resting well.

 “It’s not like that. I get… impressions. Influences,” Four answered timidly. 

“The voices influence you?” Warriors asked, and ah—there it was. That tone he used when he was truly worried and trying not to show it. Legend wondered if any of the others recognized it for what it was yet. “How often does that happen?”

Four twitched, then smiled again. “I’m probably explaining this poorly. The voices are me. They’re normal.”

Wariness returned to Legend’s gut, and he could feel Hyrule slowly tensing. He had a feeling things were about to get worse.

[catathyst]

Bored, here's a Villain Mezo

Also a Villain Rikido cause I forgot to post the Villain Mezo Earlier

Basically I got this fic idea where a Villain has a cloning quirk, but the clones are opposites in both quirks and personality, it's a bit more complicated than that but that's the general gist of it.

:D

[crusherthedoctor]

Eggman's design in Stellar

As you may know by now, Eggman looks a little different as described in Sonic Stellar. His design and anatomy are the same Modern Eggman we all know and love or pretend to love, in the case of those that deliberately misrepresent his character, but he's got a new outfit. Naturally I made sure to describe it in the fic proper, because it'd be weird if I didn't, but I wanted to go a little more in-depth here to give some insight on the thought process behind it. This won't take too long, since it's honestly not that complicated.

So what motivated this? Well, it was actually a late addition. Originally, as was the case in BtS, he was in his regular Modern attire, and even when I began to brainstorm it into existence, I hesitated on it for the longest time because I was concerned as to whether it'd be seen as leaving a piss mark on SEGA's design out of the arrogant belief that it needs to be improved... like what those in charge of certain adaptations tend to do with the characters and universe in general. However, after remembering that there is precedence for one-off shifts in the games proper - see Rouge in Heroes, or Sonic's soap shoes in SA2 - I considered it fair game.

That said, don't assume it's a change for the sake of change: there's a plot reason for it. Since Eggman is attempting to convince the locals of Viridonia (aside from Trudy) that he's a changed man, he switches his appearance to symbolize this... but since he can't help himself, he still has to stylize it so that it's as him as possible.

Now it's time to talk about the actual look. The basic gist is simple enough. Just a nice debonair suit, like this for example:

...but in the distinctive Rrrrrobotnik style, and with the waistcoat unbuttoned, because this man does not operate like most gentlemen. I tried to balance out the doctor's usual colour scheme for it, so you have black for the shirt and pants, red for the waistcoat, yellow for the golden lining within said waistcoat, and white for the shoes (with black tips, like Swanky here), as well as the gauntlets (see below). The Modern jacket may not be present, but I paid tribute to it in spirit.

Instead of having those goggles on his head that he only uses during leap years, I transferred anything they could do to his glasses, reminiscent of how they worked in '06. Yes, there was some '06 inspiration among all this. That's how you know the doctor is officially off his gourd by the time of Stellar.

Of course, the most striking aspect of his new attire are his aforementioned gauntlets, complete with a selection of nifty abilities that allow him to be even more hands-on than he already was... and some clawed tips, cause he felt like it. This was inspired by his control glove in the movies, as I figured that by this point in Game Eggman's career, after all that he's had to put up with, it was a logical next step for such an infamous control freak. Plus, I just think it's neat for him. :D Note that they're not cluttered compared to the rest of his design, they'd have a simplistic look despite some buttons and the like.

Why did I make them gauntlets, instead of just gloves like normal? I found an appeal in how they contrast with the rest of his otherwise low-key dress sense (for his standards). It felt like the sort of thing he would do, as an extra way of commanding your attention. And yes, I'm aware that some readers might assume he has actual robotic hands now, and declare it a brilliant SatAM JoJoke, but I hope repeated use of the word gauntlet should clarify that's not the case... >_>

Fun Fact: Originally, he was only going to have only one gauntlet, for a little bit of asymmetry. However, I realised that Starline already has a similar thing going on, and since I brought him into the story, it might be redundant. So Eggman has them for both hands. Think of it as his unspoken way of one-upping his #1 simp.

[rubbish-and-whatnot]

I was planning on writing soon or later

Idk got any tips? Your writing is really cool

Wow, thanks! I’m not sure I have tips per se but I can tell you about my process.

For my asks I don’t go through a thorough process. I look at the request and wonder how I can intensify the situation and also twist it so it’s different but compelling. I wanna try and give people what they ask for and a little bit more. I’m not sure if I’m doing well in that so far but yeah! I write everything out in my notes and use the text to speech function to listen along and fix any errors that are immediately obvious.

For more long term projects that I want to make into a fic or eventually a book I sit with the idea for a long time until I get down to the little details like how a person is moving in a scene or exact phrasing during conversation. More often than not that comes to you while you’re drafting. Things I do to try and make my characters interesting is I give them traits that contradict one another and I give them one or two goals where it seems unachievable either because of some outside force or because one goal grows to complicate the other.

Ex: Jade wants to get close with the new girl in school and become her best friend and she wants to date someone that’s been in her grade for a couple years now. Because of drama Jade can’t be friends with or date the other girl because it would ruin the other, this creates a tense and interesting choice for Jade. (A rather plain example but just to get the gist)

Im also a very visual person, to really get to know my characters I’ll make vision boards on Pinterest and playlists. Usually what I pick resonates with something in the character in a vibe sort of way and it helps create a fuller more well rounded personality.

Something I’ve messed around with here and there was using enneagrams for my characters to help make them distinctly different AND it helps guide you with how they would react to conflict. There’s an in-depth article I read about it which was very helpful and interesting, message me and I can find you the link.

Im falling into the habit of overthinking my chapters as I write them so I’m taking tips from authors that I know. Quite a few write chapters by hand and then edit them by fixing mistakes as they type it up in the computer after so it’s a more polished second draft and there’s less room for lamenting over moments for too long.

I’m a bookseller irl and I read a lot of books before they come out. The stuff that’s getting published isn’t as intimidating as one might think. Instead of asking why me I suggest embracing the mentality of why not me. I hope that helps!

[piratefishmama]

i love your post about people writing wayne as eddies moms brother.

whenever i see it feels like its written to give his moms family is all good and his dads family is all bad.

but we know nothing about his mom! in the show he never mentioned her.

we know his dad is a criminal

we know wayne took eddie in at some point, and that he works at a plant and lives in a trailer

but there is nothing about his mom. she could have been anything from an abusive and bad parent to a neglectful or absent part to a good parent who died.

family is weird and complicated.

being siblings does not reflect each others morals or character.

fic needs to let family be weird and messy and complicated

Absolutely, most families will have at least one person in them who struggles with staying out of trouble. There's no getting around that, there'll always be one person somewhere in there that's not the best person to be around, I have one, hes been in and out of jail, addicted to drugs, been in and out of rehab with all the excuses known to man. (He claims to be on the mend now. We all hope for the best for him)

Families are complicated. They can be messy. It's OK to write them as messy. It doesn't make you sound bad to include it in your writing!

Wayne is complicated, more so than we see on the surface. You gotta watch Joel's interviews to really get the gist of where he was going with it!

Those interviews only made me appreciate Wayne more, too. They're definitely well worth the watch.

[multifictostalker]

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⦅ About this blog ⦆

I plan on using this blog to post fantasies, talk about paraphilia, and post fiction relating to selfships!

Currently my primary beloveds and f/os are Squirrelflight, Scolipede, Spiderleg, Flick (AC), Scorpia, Mammon (OM), Gumball, Peril, Star Tracker, Denki Kaminari

[ Current hyperfix/obsession , married , partner , crush ]

THIS BLOG WILL CONTAIN PRO-SHIP, DARK-FIC, AND PRO-FIC -RELATED CONTENT.

I am supportive of all/most good faith identities! I consider myself radqueer to some extent, more primarily I am radinclus, pro-ship, anti-harassment, pro-para, and ANTI-CONTACT.

This is not a discourse blog. It is for my own euphoria purposes and fantasizing.

For now I’d consider this blog 14+, but it could become 16+ or even 18+ in the future…

Please note that I’m not a huge Tumblr user so there might be some things I don’t know.

⦅ About me ⦆

Hello (灬ºωº灬)♡ I go by Olive or Ollie, but some people know me better as Golden. My pronouns are She/he/neos with fluctuations pronoun preferences. The best thing to do when you don’t know my current pronouns is to default to she/her. I will keep my bio updated with my current pronouns. Also I’m currently 18 :>

I have some more complicated and complex stances and opinions that I should probably make a Rentry on, but here’s the gist! I am radiclus, pro-para, anti-contact (gtfo if you’re pro-contact!) , radqueer*, pro-ship, pro-fic, anti-harassment, pro-kink, and punk! I also consider myself to be ancom, but I’m not super into politics.

My paras are zoophilia, fictozoo, autozoo, MAP, fictoMAP, objectum, autoplusho, phasmophilia, and autobiastophilia, and more!

I have a lot of genders and sexualities. I am Abrosexual, meaning that my sexuality changes. I mainly consider myself to be a Abro Vincian, but I’m not exclusively a vincian! I enjoy collecting queer identities and have a whole hoard. I am Bigender, Genderfluid, genderqueer, agender, and xenogender- the best way to explain my gender would be fluffy and soft, but sometimes more punk! ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

I am disabled! I have Cerebral Palsy and chronic pain. I also self-ID as autistic! I also have body dysmorphia.

I have a few different trans-ids. I plan on making another rentry to explain my reasonings behind my trans-ids. Of course I’m transgender, but I’m also transyandere, transstalker, transMDD, transOLD, transSeverity, transTruama and more!

Some fandoms and interests of mine are Warriors, Wings of Fire, Pokemon, The Amazing World of Gumball, The Amazing Digital Circus, She-Rah, DSMP/MCYT, animals, paraphilia, queerness, fantasy, dragons, fanfiction, My Little Pony, and Anime/Manga.

I’m not sure that there’s much more to say! I have two other accounts, @just-goldens and @pastel-golden

*I more often than not consider myself “Hesitantly radqueer” or “Critically radqueer.” I will make a rentry soon that goes into more detail as to my opinions. Please keep in mind that no matter my opinions, I am anti-harassment and don’t have any intention to harass or harm any radqueer individuals.

[gojosatoruwifey]

ㅡRizz the Male Lead

✑ been obsessing danmei lately especially svsss (◕▽◕✿) and this is birthday gift for myself though i wrote this for fun

✿ warning/s: self-ship , original character(s) , swearing , the gist is a god turned into her opposite gender and she cant escape , very short fic

✿ character/s: chung myung/cheong myeong , yao li jun

The blaring alarm echoed loudly beside his ears. Startled, his light robes fluttered as he turned to see a floating screen. He woke up with a body of the manly version of himself—long strands of snow hair and fair eyelashes and his muscular, broad body—an unfamiliar environment and only his traveling companion. Now, the wandering god is even more bewildered than the last time he or she was a mortal.

『 SYSTEM NOTICE:  

    NEW CHARACTER

    CLICK HERE FOR CHARACTER AND BACKGROUND INFORMATION

    CLICK HERE FOR NOVEL INFORMATION

    CLICK HERE FOR OTHER QUESTIONS 』

His blue depths of orbs with a shade of a flower akin to a myrtle tree stare wide-eyed at the panel. He stared confusingly as the woman that serves him also looked at it with the same emotion. 

『 IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT:

    MAIN MISSION: SWITCH TO DANMEI GENRE 』

“HUH?!?! WHAT DANMEI?!” The wandering god is familiar with the genre, having an interest in reading various kinds of books she has bought and received. That is to say, she is also a witness for some couples in a historical setting as she is traveling in different worlds and universes and yet she never experienced to be placed in such a spotlight. She lives a long, long, long life but she supposes there will always be surprises here and there.

『 SYSTEM: Congratulations, Your Abyssal Majesty! You are inside your favorite murim novel “Return of the Mount Hua Sect”. You are to be tasked to secure the plot according to the wishes of your contract partner.

   DOWNLOADING DETAILS: 15%.....60%...100%....DING!

   NOVEL: Return of the Mount Hua Sect

   CHARACTER: Yao Li Jun

   MALE LEAD: Cheong Myeong 』

He gasped in shock. Throwing himself to the panel—fortunately, it can be touched like an ipad—and pointed at the familiar name written. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS??? I DON’T REMEMBER AGREEING TO ANY CONTRACT DAMN IT! AND I’M CONTENT WITH THE PLOT OF ROTMHS THANK YOU VERY MUCH!”

He breathed in and shouted again with newfound energy. “CHEONG MYEONG DOESN’T NEED A ROMANTIC PARTNER!!! YOU TELL ME WHOSE FUCKING IDEA IS THIS???!!!”

『 SYSTEM: Your Abyssal Majesty can contact her contract partner after completing three required missions (excluding: Main Mission). 』

“FUCK!!!”

『 SYSTEM: Required Mission (1/3): Help the Male Lead, Required Mission (2/3): Earn the Mount Hua Sect’s favor, Required Mission (3/3): Receive the Male Lead’s token of appreciation 』

“I’m the Abyssal Majesty and someone dares to play tricks on me…” Yao Li Jun sighed dejectedly and his company, the always trusted companion, Nirnasha, consoled him with, “Your Majesty, please, compose yourself. If not for the barrier I formed, you might have startled the people outside.”

“Oh, right. Thank you for that.” He nodded with a complicated expression on his face. ”My skills are limited. I can’t escape in this dimension no matter I try to summon a space portal and I can’t contact any gods that I know.” He clicks his tongue. “…what restriction is this.”

“Your words are absolute, Your Majesty. This contract partner of yours might have used this against you and thus, you’re unable to act how you wishes. I suggest to familiarize yourself with this situation first, like asking the system for the necessary details. Please don’t lose your composure this time, Your Majesty.”

Yao Li Jun almost wanted to thank Nirnasha when all gratitude went down the drain when she scolded him the second time about composure but he chooses not to utter any words anymore as she has a point. Nirnasha is what one can call the personification of her or rather his rationality. She is a perfect servant in her assigned role of assisting the young wandering god during his duties or travels.

“This is the first time this servant is interested in your new endeavor, Milord.” Nirnasha says as she has a rare mischievous look in her dark blue eyes.

“Nirnasha, you might have forgotten who you are talking to.”

[daintyduck99]

Fanfic Writing Asks:

8, 12, 14, aaaand 37?

8. Post an out-of-context spoiler from a WIP

“Don't take the sofa. Stay with me, we can share. Maybe we can distract each other.”

What—

His eyes must be as wide as hers, and his mouth opens and closes without words falling out.

She flushes, scrambling to add, “Just, you know, not…like, maybe we can talk until we both fall asleep.”

This is when his heart plummets into the pit of his stomach like a bird that’s died mid-flight. Mid-plight, if it spent its life trying to escape its cage. If he keeps his own metaphor straight. 

Of course she didn't mean—of course not. 

12. Do you outline your fics? If yes, how detailed are your outlines? How far do you stray from them?

It depends on how small/complex of an idea it is. For very small ideas, I don't really outline. Anything bigger or somewhat complicated gets at least a vague list of bullet points (they aren't super detailed unless I'm worried about forgetting any little details I might've already brainstormed, it's generally just the gist of scenes).

If anything, I don't really stray from them, but I end up cutting things.

14. What is your favorite location and position to write in?

I have a little nook in a home studio where I prefer to write. It's cozy and quiet (any noise, including music, either distracts me or I tune it out). I also prefer to write in the morning (which wasn't really in the question but XD that's when it's easiest to get the words out/flowing)

37. What fic has been the hardest for you to write?

In terms of WIPs: Step Into The Daylight because it's beyond the scope of the snapshot sort of stuff I usually write. It's going to take a lot more effort and expansion on my typical tight focus to get done.

In terms of posted fics: I Don't Want You Like A Best Friend for similar reasons: it juggles a lot more than I usually focus on (in terms of plot, characters, dynamics, etc.) and I had the worst case of ending fatigue by the end. But I've since revised the ending to make it stronger and I'm really happy with how it turned out overall!

[zombolouge]

Okay I’m not entirely sure how to word this well so please bear with me.

You’ve written and published both fanfic and original fiction. What happens in your brain to determine if an idea should be fanfic or og? Some of your fanfics feature OC protagonists living through (mostly unchanged) canonical events, but some feature canon protagonists in non-canon events (though you usually seem to not change the canon setting too wildly? I haven’t read through your whole portfolio on ao3 though so correct me if I’m wrong lol). But you could just as easily write canon blorbos in hugely AU settings or plots, and there are other authors who have done so very successfully. So can you speak to where the line is, for you, or what sort of things influence that?

hehehehe I have finally arrived at this question, and I've been pondering it ever since you sent it because I love it, it gave me big thinky thoughts.

I think my process on this can get pretty complicated as I sort of weigh things out. Some of it has to do with how much plot I'm crafting wholesale, but not always. For instance, the entirety of the plot for Indefensible (Ace Attorney fic) was constructed wholesale, because it takes place post-canon, so I had to come up with mystery cases and character arcs on my own and didn't have canon to guide them. Others, I'm using canon as the guide, and even if I'm completely changing canon, that guide was still the starting point.

But I've also shied away a bit from that level of work and didn't turn it into fic. For instance, when I played ME: Andromeda, I toyed with the idea of making a fic, but the work I'd have had to do on the baseline plot was so great that I felt as though I'd have been better served creating original fiction out of that idea rather than a fic. I may return to an Andromeda fic with a slightly different concept at some point, but it didn't vibe with me at that time.

I think the real deciding factor is whether or not I think the story's soul, or heart, relies on something in the IP that's inspiring it. For instance, Indefensible relies on the history the characters already have together and playing on that history. The story wouldn't have worked without Phoenix and Edgeworth and their respective backstories. If I were changing it to original fiction, I'd have needed to lift those backstories, explain them, try to change them to make them original, and then after doing all that I don't think the story would have had the same heart and soul to it. It would have changed the spirit of the thing.

I'm not personally a big fan of just filing off the serial numbers and calling it original, I'm pretty honest with myself about whether or not I'm really relying on someone else's IP to tell a story. So when that IP is really part of the story I'm trying to tell and I'm leaving enough of it unchanged that I feel it's still firmly in the fic category, I keep it as fic. If I feel like I'm changing it so that it's unrecognizable or no longer needs to pull from the source to keep the soul of the story, I start reworking it even more into original fiction.

It can get a lot more complex than that as I weigh each individual part of the whole and decide if it needs the IP or not, but that's the gist of it. It's a lot of kicking at the supports from canon to see if they're load-bearing or not lol

Hopefully that answers your question! <3

[musette22]

Obviously, 2022 was a shitshow in many regards. Lots of bad stuff happened, particularly in the world in general, and in my personal life, too. Nevertheless!

I’d like to take a minute to acknowledge the good things that happened in my life as well, because while they don’t won’t make the bad things any better, the good things matter, too – they’re just easier to forget 🙃

So because I love making lists, I made a list! And then debated whether or not to post it on here or to just keep it to myself and my loved ones, but eh, what’s the harm in sharing? Most of you won’t be interested in reading about all this of course, but maybe some of you are, and maybe it’ll remind someone else of the good things that happened in their life as well. Who knows.

So, here goes (I’ll start off with some fandom things and put the more personal stuff & some pics under the cut):

Most importantly (lol) (no but really): I finally saw Chris in the flesh this year, at the Lightyear premiere in London, on his birthday. AAAHHH 😭💙🌟

Sebastian was nominated for an Emmy and a Golden Globe this year!!! 🏆

Both our boys had a highly successful 2022 and we got so much amazing content from both of them ✨️

I made some wonderful new fandom friends (you know who you are) who made this year infinitely better, and this fandom gained a ton of incredibly talented authors and artists whose beautiful writing I got to enjoy. Thank you all, from the bottom of my heart, for making my own & many people's lives a little (a lot) better 💘

I wrote a few fics that I’m really proud of this year (even if I’d have liked to have written more) and I'd like to think I’ve grown and improved as a writer compared to last year✍️🏻

I got another Stucky tattoo ❤️

I met up with some very awesome fandom pals in real life, twice! @ohhsodebonair & @puppypeter - I love you to bits 🥰💫

I got to go back to some of my absolute favourite cities in the world in 2022. I went to London (and Oxford) twice this year, and I saw some of my best friends again for the first time since moving back to the Netherlands/since the pandemic, which was absolutely wonderful 🇬🇧

I went back to Italy, for the first time in years and spent a couple of glorious weeks in Florence and Venice in springtime, drinking wine and revisiting all my fave spots from when I used to go there a lot as an art history student 🇮🇹

I went back to New York in the autumn and also got to see beautiful Boston for the first time, and had an amazing vacation there which included a few other first times as well (first time seeing Harvard, first time seeing the Phantom of the Opera on stage, first time visiting Madison Square Garden, first visit to the MoMA and seeing Starry Night etc.) 🇺🇸

I’ve been self-employed for a few years now, and this year was a considerably better one for my business than last year (I put in the hours too, maybe a little too many hours, but it did yield results) 🪙

I spent lots of time with my friends and their little ones and got to see them grow and turn into amazing little people 🥺💖

I got back on track with running and am back to doing weekly 10ks now 🏃🏻‍♀️

I started doing Duolingo again for Italian and it went way better than expected (all that stuff I learned during all those language courses over the years is still there somewhere!) 🦉💚

I figured out some really complicated stuff this year (health stuff and financial stuff) and I’m quite proud of myself for persevering until I had the answers I needed 💪🏻

There were several moments this year, particularly in the last month or so, where I looked back at a situation that had occurred previously and realised how much I had learned from it, and that I handle similar situations differently now. Call that growth, I guess 😌🌱

Alright, that’s the gist of it, I think! If anyone else would like to share their highlights too, I’d love to read about them!! 💗 And here's to 2023: maybe it bring us all more good stuff than bad stuff! 🙏🏻💫

And because I can't help myself, a little collage of some of my favourite pics/moments from this year 🥰

[johanna-swann]

I forgot! I published the 5th chapter (out of 6) of my current 911 fanfic a few days ago and just. Forgot to share the link apparently.

It's built around Tommy's first 2 actual relationships with men (that aren't one-night stands anyway) and his first 2 coming out experiences. Takes place around the time Hen and eventually Bobby join the 118. Has some angsty moments, but ends on a positive, hopeful note which sums up this entire fic quite nicely actually. Excerpt under the cut.

Tommy turns 29 and he’s lonely again. He’s still looking for connection, but he more and more feels like his secret is a barrier between him and all the people he has in his life, even if he’s not seeing anyone right now. For the first time he is seriously considering coming out. He’s not entirely sure how that process is supposed to work, but the technicalities can’t be that complicated. The gist of it is you choose a person you trust, tell them you’re gay and then you hope for the best, right?

When Tommy thinks about it, a couple of people come to mind who could fit the bill. Hen being an obvious contender. She’s not a close friend, but at least she’s familiar with the terrain and Tommy is certain that she would take his secret to the grave if he asked her to. Then there’s Howie. He was Hen’s number one defender from the start and they’re pretty close friends now, surely he would extend his “allyship” to Tommy. Right? And then of course there’s Sal. Tommy was the best man at his wedding, they see each other almost every day. Sure, he was an asshole while Gerrard was still around, but so was Tommy and since then Sal has been nothing but nice to Hen and Howard. It shouldn’t be this hard to just pick one person. The problem, Tommy thinks, is that he knows these people. They just don’t necessarily know Tommy as well as they might think. They don’t know he grew up in the system, they don’t know about his dad, they don’t know he paints in his downtime and has been talking to a therapist about his PTSD. They all think he’s this unshakable, smooth-talking tough guy. The ex-military with the humour dryer than the Afghan desert.

[bomberqueen17]

hiya; small question/request/idea to run by you. are you okay with people publishing fics with your OCs/in the universe of Meet Death sitting? Its a little bit of a personal failing of mine, but I can't easily imagine non-romantic close love, and so the recent drabbles you did around Lu/Morvran/Ciri got me thinking abt how that triangle could end up fully linked up. And now the idea of trans!Morvran is fully lodged in my head, and I'm intrigued to explore it.

Oh this is funny, just today I was having a conversation about how I keep meaning to put one of those transformative works whatsit statements on my AO3 profile and I keep forgetting. A friend advised I just use the CC BY-NC license and while that’s basically the gist of what I want [you may share and adapt this material, you must provide credit and indicate where alterations were made, you may not use it for commercial purposes], I want to be a little more specific/ talk about why and what that means to me.

Because of course, this is transformative work, it would be ridiculous of me to tell people not to continue to transform it, to use it as they will-- I don’t think I could stop anyone from doing so, nor would I want to-- but what I worry about is that things I made up will wind up getting muddled with canon. It sounds arrogant to say that, but I’ve written a lot in this fandom and there’s a lot of stuff I just plain made up because canon didn’t go where I wanted. And what I worry about is some poor sap reading the books and writing a fic and posting it and they get a comment about “where’s X?!” where X is something I made up, that there’s no reason they should know about, nor should they be expected to. 

So of course you can use my OCs, you can use my headcanons, you can build on things I’ve built, that’s perfectly fine! All I ask is, please try to make a note somewhere of things that came from me, link back to that source, not entirely because they’re my babies etc. but more because it makes me uncomfortable to think of some poor newbie to the fandom not understanding what the heck you’re talking about. 

Also I would love it if you told me how you used my lil guys, but that’s just because I like hearing about their continuing adventures. 

More specifically to answer your specific ask, I admit I myself am preoccupied with wider definitions of love than the limited sort we usually get in fiction-- platonic love, familial love, companionship-love-- but I too tend to kind of, ha, default to sexual relationships, so I feel you there. Like IRL not so much but in fiction it’s just so juicy to use sex to explore all these things. Anyway, also, I have a lot of complicated gender feels about Morvran too that I think I am only going to explore to a fairly limited extent in this series but-- do know that I’ve had at least one other person writing me with trans!Morvran headcanons too, that’s definitely something that resonates. I don’t plan to trans his gender entirely (there’s a storyline where… well, we’ll see how far I get) but I absolutely see how someone would want to and I can entirely condone that-- but, to be perfectly clear, as outlined above, even if I didn’t see it, I wouldn’t feel it’s my place to tell you not to. However, irrelevant as my approval may be, I super approve, please do keep me posted. 

[youcalledmebabe]

Rec me films pls because you seem based

Hi!! I took so long to answer this because I was like well now I need to prove that I am based with my movie recs. Jury’s out on that! I chose five of my all time favorites in no particular order.

1. You’ve Got Mail. I LOVE Nora Ephron and she wrote and directed this one so it’s extra special. Tom Hanks (of hbo war fame) and Meg Ryan play rival bookstore owners who are, unbeknownst to them, online pen pals. It’s a classic romantic comedy—the bickering! the chemistry! the banter! But it sticks with me because it has this very compelling sense of melancholy to it that makes it feel more real. It’s bittersweet, and it gets a lot of flack online for the bitter parts of the story, but I think those parts make it truer. Anyway it’s New York in the nineties and it’s Meg and Tom and it’s warm and nostalgic and I watch it every year. favorite line (okay two because I couldn’t pick): “No, but there is the dream of someone else.” “how about coffee, drinks, dinner, a movie… for as long as we both shall live?”

2. Before Sunset. I ADORE this movie. You have to watch before sunrise first, which is also really great, but Sunset is my favorite. Another film that lives and dies by the chemistry between its two actors and the script. If you’ve read my webgott fic you know the gist of the plot but basically: two lovers reunite after one perfect night nine years ago. Jesse wrote a book about Celine and she comes to the reading. Then they walk around Paris and catch up on the last nine years of their lives. It’s all about the magic and the romance of a second chance. But it’s also about how spending so much time apart and growing and changing complicates that. It’s another movie that I find all the more romantic because it feels real. favorite line: “I guess when you're young, you just believe there'll be many people with whom you'll connect with. Later in life, you realize it only happens a few times.”

3. Say Anything. THEE best of the 80s teen movies, endlessly parodied, but somehow underrated. Average guy Lloyd Dobler falls for the beautiful valedictorian Diane Court after graduation. This is the origin of the famous boombox over your head romantic gesture. It’s a very sweet movie about first love and coming of age. Endlessly quotable and clever. John Cusack is just so, so likable and so you really understand why Diane likes Lloyd so much. The John Hughes movies get all of the love but this is the one that stands the test of time. favorite line: “I gave her my heart and she gave me a pen.”

4. The Social Network. I mean it’s the social network! What is there to say? Incredible cast, incredible script, incredible directing. It’s one of those movies that’s such a movie. I’m most interested in it for the tragic doomed friendship between Mark and Eduardo. I LOVE a friendship that rots and crumbles but is somehow always with you anyway. We see them as best friends who create something together and then watch it fall apart and we see how it affects them in the present. They snipe at each other and yet still have the odd impulse to defend each other even as they’re on opposite sides of a lawsuit. Under all the pain there’s still love. favorite line: “I was your only friend.”

5. Bridget Jones Diary. A little bit sillier and fluffier than the rest but still excellent. First off, it’s British, and I love the Brits. The cast is endlessly charming. It’s so funny. Bridget is a mess—like actually a mess, and not in that usual boring rom com way—and I love her so much. It’s based on pride and prejudice (as is you’ve got mail) and that’s one of my favorite dynamics. It has the funniest fight scene in the rain with one of the best needle drops of all time. Honestly it has many great needle drops. It’s a movie about finding someone who likes all those weird messy parts of you and I find that very romantic. favorite line: “No, I like you very much. Just as you are.”

thanks for the ask!!

[hendolish]

hii girlie I'm just getting so many ideas in my head after scrolling through your Tumblr every single day so pardon me haha. But Marcus/Jesse fic? They had something going on when they were younger but stopped it and Jesse's defo not getting called up again and Marcus misses him so he goes over to his house and they start hanging out and one things leads to another and they have sex which leads to them talking about why things didn't work out (Jesse not ready to settle and Marcus barely seeing Jesse when he left United) and this basically get back together. I know that this isn't really that much plot and like I didn't explain it well but you get the gist right? Thanks so much💗💗.

marcus rashford/jesse lingard - echoes of old trafford <3

St. George's Park was never the same anymore.

Marcus felt the weight of the looming international fixtures. But more than that, he felt the absence of a certain presence - Jesse.

There had been whispers, subtle nods and hints from the coaching staff that Jesse wouldn't be called up again for the national team. The news didn't surprise Marcus, given Jesse's move away from United, but it left an aching void in his heart.

The two had shared more than just locker room jokes and on-field synergy. Years back, in the shadows of Old Trafford, there had been stolen glances, late-night conversations, and those warm nights when boundaries blurred.

A complicated understanding had sprouted between them, only to be cut short. The world of football wasn't ready for their story, and perhaps, neither were they.

Marcus sat in his hotel room, flipping through the photos on his phone. There was Jesse, always by his side, laughing, celebrating goals, or just being there during the tough times.

And suddenly it looms on him why he's felt so miserable lately. He missed that more than anything, even more than their complicated past. On a whim, he decided to see him.

Jesse was kicking a ball around in his garden when he heard a familiar knock. Opening the door, he found himself face to face with Marcus, who was wearing that signature shy grin.

"Hey," Marcus began, scratching the back of his neck nervously, "Missed you."

Jesse smiled widely like no time had passed at all, "Get in here."

Inside, amidst the familiar surroundings of Jesse's Manchester home, the years melted away. They talked about old matches, current teammates, and the general buzz of the football world. Hours passed, the evening darkened, and eventually, they found themselves sitting closer than they had intended, too many beers between them.

Jesse's fingers grazed Marcus', sending familiar shivers down both their spines. Old memories, long suppressed, resurfaced. They were drawn together like magnets, inevitable, lips meeting in a passionate embrace that spoke of years of longing and missed opportunities.

Morning rays found them tangled in bedsheets, gazing at each other with a mixture of regret and hope.

"Why didn't it work before?" Marcus asked, tracing the inked patterns on Jesse's arm; he'd been there almost every time when he'd gotten a tattoo. It made him feel a bit empty inside to see some he didn't recognise.

"We were too young to know what we wanted," Jesse sighed, catching Marcus' gaze before his eyes dart away again, "And after I left United, it just felt like we were worlds apart."

Marcus nodded, "It was like that for me too. But now, right here, I just know that this feels right."

Jesse smiled, his eyes glistening, hopeful, "It does... maybe it's time to give us another shot?"

Marcus pulled him closer, sealing the promise with a gentle kiss.

The football world might not know of their love, but in that moment, nothing else mattered. The two were ready to embrace a future, together.

<3