#Me: hey this fic is great and this scene stuck out to me

[faeryarchives]

when your hopeless streamer gets a girlfriend (ace trappola x f!reader)

summary: the rising streamer ace trappola has always been teased by his friends and fans about his failed relationships - that is until one certain stream where each and everyone of them were proven wrong.

note: ok i had this idea at 1 in the morning i was like 'hmmm what if we make a streamer series for twst?' and its just full of fluff and crack like no magic au + everyone is just normal

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it was around saturday midnight when everyone should be asleep, but ace trappola decided it was a good time to stream a horror game out of all possible games he could play with his friends. they all started as friends before starting the game but i fear he might have none after the stream.

"crabby, where are you~?" the sound of floyd humming through the mic sent shivers down the boy's back as he tried hiding from the hunter. "it's so funny to see floyd just have this tunnel vision to kill ace." jamil's smooth voice rang out, obviously amuse how the scene was unfolding. 

"oh flooooyd! ace is hiding in the house with the telephone!"

"i hate all of you, after this game i am blocking everyone!" seeing him become the victim in the game and everyone turning on against him, his fans flood the live stream chat with laughing emojis and 'take the l'.

"ace, become a good bait while we fix the car." he heard ruggie and deuce laugh at his misery before their characters ran opposite his direction.

"okay who is the one that said floyd should be the hunter this round? hey, hey, hey! stop chasing after me- am i the only player in this game?! epel is right here!" in an act of desperation, ace tried to hide behind epel's character instead but only to receive massive damage when the attack hit him instead.

"eh... but guppy-chan isn't even trying to run away, which is boring!"

"wait, really?" he then stopped running. ace turned to face the hunter's character, trying to see if floyd would actually kill him, only to notice something wrong a little too late. "heh, gotcha,"  ace screamed into his mic, watching his character gets stuck in the tree and meet his demise as floyd split him into half literally. the words 'you died' appeared on the streamer's screen. 

gloomurai: wow you are so great in this game 🤣

"i see you idia-senpai! it's not my fault they all turned against me!"

wani-sama🔧: it's your karma for selling them out to ruggie last game

"yeah, yeah... well, i'm always the last one to get caught, so this can be pretty relaxing." the streamer smirked as he watched from deuce's point of view where he is currently lost in the woods. 

"i get to watch them die but knowing floyd he might quit mid-game." to used to being the first one out, ace sighed, switching from one point of view to another. bored ou of his mind, he looked at the corner of his screen, ace looked at the comments curiously as they try suggesting things.

muscle-red: why don't you do a q and a while waiting then?

"question and answer? don't you guys basically know me already?" ace looked at the screen intently, contemplating whether he should do it.

"fucking viper i swear!" suddenly someone joined the call causing ace to jump in surprised, only to realize it was ruggie. 

"how did you die?"

"jamil betrayed me because we thought it was a four-seater car. it turns out it was only two!" hearing this, ace turned to jamil's point of view and snickered about how he and epel got chased by the sneaky eel. "welcome to the dead club."

as if he could imagine his senior rolling his eyes at his words, he smirked smugly - karma does bite back hard. "hardy har... what were you doing? i heard something about a question and answer?"

"chat wants me to have another q and a portion, what more do i have to tell you guys?"

cowabunga: how is the search for your beloved mwishxr: there is no use in asking that 

"search for my beloved? hey!"

"shishishi! even your viewers are against you!"

it's a running joke in ace's community on how he was immediately dump by his ex girlfriend one week after dating. it wasn't like he wanted to share the story - he shared it as a batsu game after losing a round of uno. usually, when asked about his search for a girlfriend, ace would get all red and try to defend himself from the single until he became old allegations.

but today was surprising because not only did he not become all flustered and defensive - ace trappola looked smug even as he leaned his head into his palm and laughed.

"hmm, i wonder about that?" from behind, ace could hear approaching footsteps stopping next to him, and the live stream chat went wild and even ruggie who was looking at ace's stream right now watched with wide eyes as someone who was wearing the streamer's well-known sweater stood beside him.

"what the fuck?!"

gloomurai: ?!?!? muscle-red: what is with the sudden plot twist wani-sama🔧: WAIT wani-sama🔧: IS THAT-?!

"heya (nickname)~" ace hummed, turning his gaming chair facing your direction, his arms wrapping themselves around your waist as he grinned at you ever so cheekily. "you're late!"

"what are you five? i don't even know why you want me to come over." you rolled your eyes, trying to push him away playfully, only to run your fingers through his hair and chuckle.

seeing him lazily smiling at you causes you to succumb to your urge to pinch his cheeks - hard, making ace cry out in pain. before you could even ask another question, you saw something flash at the corner of your eye causing you to look at his monitor - realizing that he is still streaming. while holding onto you. and he not even on mute!

"this is all your plan, wasn't..." holding his face in your hands, ace could only laugh and nod, his hand quickly pulling you down, making you sit on his lap as he proudly present you to everyone. "as you can see, i am not hopeless anymore!"

wani-sama🔧: WHAT ARE YOU DOING SIS?!

"how is it possible i could hear sebek through the screen..." you sigh, leaning your back on ace and waved at the camera so casually as if the chat and ruggie weren't surprised at all.

"i just want to say to chat that ace didn't have my family in hostage." with you hand wrapped around his, you put up up and showed it to the camera. "and he is stuck with me."

hearing at just what you said made everyone in the chat go insane erupting into numerous emoji and something with the lines of 'oh my god he is not lying!' or just exclamation but nothing beats the reaction of your friends.

"(name) you settled for a guy like him?!" you could hear ruggie's surprised voice through your boyfriend's headset and honestly, you were contemplating if you would agree or just laugh it off.

"what can i say? sometimes, idiots have their charms."

jamil-viper: i can't believe you got (name) of all people... deuce-spade: oh thank god i don't have to keep it a secret anymore. wani-sama🔧: YOU KNEW?! epel-felmier: i think that's the effect of not our gc !!

the stream goes on with ace finally having his bragging rights and the twitter stans going crazy about the sudden girlfriend reveal. oh well, karma does hit back hard doesn't it?

[reineydraws]

Hey Reiney! i've been following your Renkaza comic for some time now and it's kind of gotten me into the ship. Would you happen to have any fic recs to get me started?

im so honoured my comic got u into the ship! (@sshcomic for those who don't know! 🫶) i love giving out fic recs omg thank u so much for asking!!!! i have 15 for ya haha.

i'll have specific recs under the cut, but first i wanna just say that anything by emilieee @e-milieeee ; dragonsandcryptids @lesbiansanemi ; and tippertupper are great places to start! they're amazing writers with a good body of work and i've definitely gone through a lot--if not all--of their renkaza stuff! please check them out!

word count is rounded to nearest thousand btw! :) smoke and mirrors + demon's choice are big inspirations for my comic, if ur coming from there!

i've also realized these can be pretty lengthy so if u want recs with shorter word counts just lmk and i'll comb through my bookmarks for <15k. but anyways!

Smoke and Mirrors by emilieee (272k)

canon happens in modern times au, where akaza ends up as kyo's apartment neighbour, tho kyo doesn't initially realize akaza's a demon. it's emotional! it's plotty! akaza mentions kokushibo made all the kizuki's fake id's and i still think that's hilarious! it's got one of my fave enemies to besties akaza & shinobu plots ever! please read this!!!

last sunrise by DragonsAndCryptids (182k)

akaza turns kyojuro by accident bc he bleeds too much into kyo's open wounds during the mugen train fight, and neither notice until it's too late. shinobu notices too and decides perhaps that this might be a prime research opportunity... uh-oh! the ethical quandries are good in this, and shinobu while flawed is very well-written. renkaza also end up with a soul bond. another emotional one but god is the journey amazing. tw for some torture scenes that could be graphic.

Small Fire of Winter Stars by phabulousphantom (66k)

modern au where akaza is a tattoo artist and kyo runs a teens program at the local community centre. it's one of my faves bc i just love stories about jaded people opening up and finding love and trust again, and this is exactly that. i also love the ensemble cast in it. the teenagers are adorable, especially inosuke who is a problem kid that finds something aspirational with akaza. thinking abt this fic is making me smile again!

Camp Kasugai by si1verbird77 (20k)

also modern au where renkaza are both counselors at a summer camp. kyo runs a percy jackson program, and he and akaza fall in love over the summer with the help of the deep trust that camp atmospheres usually end up fostering. kyo and sen, and akaza as well, also touch on the grief of losing parents, and the nature of camps as a place to grow into yourself and how time keeps moving. it's nice. i love this one a lot.

Inertia (series) by TipperTupper (23k)

akaza saves kyo from freezing to death, and kyo marvels at the compassion and humanity that akaza seems to hold in his muscle memory. ends up digging a little bit into akaza's trauma both as a human and as a demon controlled by muzan. sanemi gets a little mad about it in the third part and it's funny. overall vibe of the series is warm.

The Neverending Night by apodis (155k - incomplete)

when i say this fic rotates in my brain 24/7!!! akaza gets stuck in a time loop that resets every time kyo dies. it explores akaza's nature as someone who is willing to sacrifice everything for loved ones, and it's interesting bc at first kyo hates him, and then he starts to realize there's something wrong with akaza's memories bc of muzan, and he starts to really see how self-effacing akaza is. it's SO good, and the realizations both kyo and you as the reader have build and layer as the story progresses. akaza and kaname (kyo's crow) also build a friendship that is so important to me.

Demon's Choice by Celeste Gladnick (lairMorbidon) (69k - incomplete)

akaza defects early and joins tamayo, and so many more people are alive as a result. kyo in this one is interesting bc he's bigoted against demons thanks to his upbringing in a slayer family under abusive shinjuro, and refuses to see that akaza is anything other than dangerous, despite literally everyone else sticking up for him. extra fun bc he crushes on butterfly assistant hakuji without realizing that it's akaza in a human guise. akaza himself also has some deeply held trauma he doesnt quite realize he has.

what i wouldn't give by DragonsAndCryptids (59k)

senjuro becomes terminally ill and his end is fast-approaching. akaza, who's been bothering kyo on and off for two years since mugen train, hears about it and offers to help by turning sen into a demon. at first, kyo gives a hard no, but as his baby brother's illness progresses... well, anyone would get a little desperate, wouldn't they? love this bc one of my fave things abt renkaza is pushing kyo to his moral and ethical limit lol.

if you fly (say you won’t come back) by apodis (10k)

siren au! well, akaza's a siren, and kyo is the caretaker of a house that sees many different travelers. akaza's just the latest one. i love this one bc it's fantastical elements are wonderful, and it builds a very interesting world. as the reader, you have a lot of questions and it's an experience getting them answered. it's also prettily written. :)

Little Fighter Boy Comes Marching Home by VTheTrashKing (19k)

akaza gets de-aged by a demon's blood art, and kyo comes upon a little human boy with black hair and blue eyes, a chip on his shoulder and a very implicitly sad past, what with the criminal markings on his wrists and the way he insists he can take care of himself. another one of my fave renkaza things and kyo getting bowled over by hakuji's tragic story so i loved the way he puzzles it together in this one based on the little boy in front of him, and just finds one sad thing after another.

“Don’t die, Kyojuro” by Lenasaurous (24k)

akaza lets kyo live and often tells him not to die. kyo, who's life is often visited by death considering his occupation, begins to rely on akaza's immortality as a demon, and depend on his company as a constant--that is, until akaza passes out from not eating, and stays down for the count. uh-oh. (i also love this fic 'cuz there's this scene where akaza tries so hard to make kyo like him by giving him herbs and helpful plants, even tho kyo doesn't really want him around at that point, and it's so sweet and so sad. i wanna give him a hug!!!)

Memories behind broken glass by GammaRays (58k - incomplete)

this is the akaza whump fic of my dreams lol he gets captured and experimented on by shinobu (and it can be grisly so tw for that). kyo lured him into a trap to get him captured and ends up standing guard and starting to question his morals when it becomes clear that shinobu is being intentionally cruel. as the torture experiments go on, akaza also becomes so delirious that he begins to remember his human past. kyo loses it a little. it's good.

All the things a cup can hold by Liatheus (9k)

akaza takes shinjuro demon hunting lol. this is actually more of a shinjuro character study with side renkaza, but i love it specifically for a scene near the end where they all have tea, and ruka's empty place at the table feels obvious, and kyo and shinjuro are sort of crying about it. i also love that it explores the way shinjuro used to be a hashira, and how akaza investigates his strength in that sense. shinjuro's strength is an important aspect to kyojuro that doesn't often get delved into, and it makes sense to me that akaza sort of looks into it, as someone who loves kyo's strength.

Hello Again (the weight of memories welcome me home) by VTheTrashKing (15k)

this one's more artsy than anything but i love sci-fi as a genre so i'm reccing it lol i'm being self-indulgent. for whatever reason, throughout his life, akaza gets visited by various hashira. it's all very timey-wimey and the renkaza is more implied than anything, but there's this scene where akaza's being held trial at a hashira meeting, and then a future sanemi and future giyuu come out of nowhere to protect him and shock the living daylights out of their past selves, and it's so wild. i love it so much.

the milk incident by lattelesbean (4k)

this is just funny haha! short and fun read. modern soyama twins au where akaza's a café barista and accidentally puts his foot in his mouth in a very embarrassing way, bc he was too busy thirsting over kyo, his latest customer, to double-check what was about to come out of his mouth lol. i am still laughing.

[thewellwithnobottom]

I Think He Knows

Author’s Note: Remember when Sam got locked in his coffin on set? This fic asks- what if it was both of them? 😉

Enjoy!

A one-shot for now, unless people really like it. Then I may have a few more chapters up my sleeve…

⚜️ The lid closes on the vampires’ cuddle session and someone yells, “Cut! That was great. Everyone take five and we’ll go again.” Sam and Jacob just smile at each other in the dimly lit coffin. They make no effort to move. They’re used to this by now and usually just chat during these small breaks, until the scene is reset. This time, they giggle about how Jacob’s sleeve got caught on the latch as he was closing the lid and almost messed up the take.

“It’s not my fault, this fabric snags on everything!” Sam is delighted, as he often is, listening to Jacob talk. There is something so different about him. He just exudes an energy that Sam finds electrifying. And Jacob, in turn, is often equally captivated by Sam. Those blue eyes of his contain depths that Jacob could drown in.

Theirs was a whirlwind friendship, you could say. They first connected over Zoom for the chemistry reads and clicked instantly. And once they met in person, well..

They were like two magnetic pieces of a puzzle, interlocking perfectly. They formed a fast and tight bond. An unlikely pairing, to be sure, given how different their backgrounds were. But despite that, the two shared so many common interests and similar ways of thinking, that they couldn’t help but bond quickly.

They bonded so well, in fact, that it wasn’t long before the rumors started to swirl within the fandom. People were picking up on a certain.. energy in their interviews and photoshoots. Truly, the two could not keep their eyes off each other. Could not seem to keep from smiling or laughing whenever they were together. It was obvious to anyone with eyes that they were completely enamored with one another. Even their co-stars and others who worked with them would openly comment on it! They didn’t seem to mind, though. They took it all in stride, even coining their own real life ship name- Jam Reiderson.

“It’s been a bit long, hasn’t it?” Sam remarks after about 15 minutes have gone by. They had been so wrapped up in their conversation that they hadn’t even noticed that the set had gone quiet. “Hey, guys? We almost ready?” Jacob called out, to no response.

“Damn. Do you think they went to lunch and forgot about us?”

Sam just shrugs a little. “Let’s find out.” He reaches for the latch to open the lid, but it won’t release. He tries it again. It won’t budge.

“Hmm. It appears to be stuck.”

“What?” There is a slight panic to Jacob’s voice. He is admittedly the tiniest bit claustrophobic, but it affects him more when he’s alone in his coffin than it does when he’s in one with Sam. He tries not to look too closely at that.

“It’s just jammed, I’m sure. Let me try.” Jacob squirms around as best he can in the limited space available to him, now facing away from Sam, to try to jiggle the handle free. It’s no use. He doesn’t have any more luck than Sam did.

“HEY!” He bangs on the lid of the coffin with his fist. “Can someone give us a hand? We’re stuck in here!”

After a few more attempts at banging and shouting to get their attention, Sam gently squeezes his shoulder. “I think we’ll just have to wait, mon cher.” Sometimes Sam slips into Lestat mode without even realizing it. Jacob never minds. He takes a deep breath and rolls back over to face his co-star. “Guess you’re right. Sorry. You know how I can get in tight spaces sometimes..”

Sam just nods, a peaceful smile in place, but Jacob could swear he sports a smirk for just a half-second. A trick of the light, perhaps.

Neither of them say anything more for a few moments. It’s a bit awkward now. Even though the two are very close and not at all uncomfortable with one another, this situation is.. different. Usually when they hang out in the coffin, they know it will only be for a few minutes, at most. But now..? Well, it will be at least an hour for lunch. Maybe longer. Jacob’s breath hitches unevenly. Of course Sam notices. “Are you alright, Jacob? Do you need me to distract you?”

Jacob bites his lip nervously, nodding a bit. Sam smiles and takes Jacob’s hand, lacing their fingers together and stroking his thumb over the darker skin. “You know I love it in here, in the quiet dark. Sometimes I nap in my coffin during breaks.” He chuckles softly. Jacob scoots in just a little closer. “Would it help if I held you?” Sam asks. “Yeah. Maybe.”

Sam gathers Jacob into his arms, bringing his head to rest on Sam’s broad chest. Jacob can hear the steady thump of Sam’s heart and it does calm him. But he can’t deny that the proximity, the darkness, Sam’s slow breathing, the intimacy of just the two of them together in here, all of it.. has Jacob’s pulse starting to race. In the day to day, they can pretend this part, this.. extra layer to their relationship, isn’t there. That they really are just friends and nothing more..

But it has become much harder to deny in this moment. Especially when Sam’s heart starts to beat faster as well.

For a long while, neither of them move. Or speak. As if afraid any action will irrevocably change the course of their entire relationship. Hell, their entire world.

But then.. slowly.. Sam lifts a hand to Jacob’s head, and begins to comb his fingers through Jacob’s short curls. A small shiver runs through Jacob’s body. Then his hand is on the back of his neck, Sam’s acrylic nails lightly scratching the skin there.

And it feels fucking incredible. ‘I should stop this’, Jacob thinks to himself. Instead, he whimpers softly. His cheeks immediately flame in embarrassment and yet.. he still can’t bring himself to do anything that would course-correct this situation. Instead, he just makes it worse by lifting his own hand to comb his fingers through those glorious blonde locks. A deep rumbling can be heard in Sam’s chest at that. Jacob lifts his head to meet Sam’s eyes, finally feeling a little brave. “What are we doing?” he whispers.

“I don’t know..” comes Sam’s breathy reply. They hold each other’s gaze for a moment, then Jacob shifts a little more, up onto Sam’s chest. Slowly.. ever so slowly.. he leans in. Giving Sam every opportunity to say something. To stop this.

He doesn’t.

The moment Jacob’s lips meet his own, Sam is utterly lost. This is exactly why he had tried to avoid this for so long. Because he just knew that if they ever crossed this line, Sam would fall headlong into the well with no bottom and happily drown there. His heart nearly explodes in his chest as he kisses him back, slipping his arms around his best friend and holding him tight. The invisible string that had held them together was now rapidly turning into a very thick, very strong cord that would be damn near impossible to sever.

The kiss just keeps going and going, neither one of them willing to stop now that they’re finally in the moment they’ve both dreamt about since they laid eyes on one another. Mingled moans fill the coffin as their tongues dance together and their hearts start beating in sync. Hands wander as best they can in the cramped space, Jacob managing to get one under Sam’s shirt to feel those abs he’s lusted over for so long. He wishes he could lick them. He wishes he could do a lot of things that are just not possible at the moment, given space and time constraints.

Speaking of constraints, both of them are bursting at the seams (of their pants). They begin to groan and rut against each other. Jacob pulling roughly on Sam’s hair. Sam sucking hungrily on Jacob’s neck, giving him his first non-work hickey. When their mouths meet again, the kiss is so aggressive that their teeth knock together at first. Jacob sucks on Sam’s tongue and he moans with desire, slipping his hands into the back of Jacob’s pajama pants, digging his pointed nails into the other man’s ass. And just when they are about to explode from all this pent-up energy..

BAM BAM BAM!

A loud knock on the coffin startles the fuck out of both of them and has them scrambling apart from one another as best they can.

“Oh my god, you guys, we are SO sorry!!” One of the assistants is speaking to them through the wood. “Are you okay in there? We’ll have you out in no time, okay? Just hang tight!”

Apparently, she had already tried to open the coffin when she heard noises coming from inside. The two had been so wrapped up in each other, they hadn’t even heard her attempt. As they hear the click of her heels walking away, they stare at each other for a long moment, then dissolve into giggles. “Oh my god, that could have been SO bad.” Sam nods in agreement. “I know..”

There was so much more to be said. So much they needed to talk about. But for now, the sound of the lock being jimmied and the coffin lid creaking open put a pause on all of that. They squint their eyes against the sudden intrusion of the bright stage lights, but between them, hidden away from the sight of others, their hands remain clasped together.

“You two need a break? Want to get out and stretch your legs? Or are you ready to go again?”

The two men looked at each other and smiled, squeezing each other’s hand. “We’re ready,” they said in unison.

Ever the consummate professionals. ⚜️

[msmargaretmurry]

Mini fic 13. things you said at the kitchen table would be fun for matthew and leon, because another pair of my blorbos have several Important Scenes in the kitchen, so seeing how that setting is used for others is nice!

as i'm sure everyone has forgotten by now, eons ago i was doing this writing meme, and so many lovely folks left me prompts that i never got to because grad school destroyed my ability to write. but i am trying to get back in a creative groove so we're resurrecting it. so thank you for your patience/sorry about the wait i guess?? 😂 anway —

13. things you said at the kitchen table

“There you are.”

The kitchen had been so quiet that Leon jumps, looking up from his phone to see Matthew leaning in the doorway, eyebrows knit together with a frown. He’s bare-chested, barefoot, wearing the gray sweatpants that had been folded on top of Leon’s hamper, worn once but not dirty enough to put through the wash yet. There’s an array of teeth marks and mouth-shaped bruises down his torso, just starting to bloom with color. If he turned around, Leon knows, there would be a matching constellation on the back of his hip, disappearing under the waistband.

Leon tends to lose himself in the moment. Sometimes it’s a little embarrassing to see what he’s done afterwards.

Matthew tilts his head. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” Leon looks at his phone again, somewhere in the middle of a mindless scroll through Instagram, then sets it aside. “Yeah, just couldn’t sleep.”

“Coulda woken me up,” Matthew says, that cocky little grin of his tugging at one corner of his mouth. “I woulda tired you back out.” He’s crossing the room as he says this, ignoring Leon’s eye-roll, pulling out a chair to sit down across from him. Elbows on the table, eyebrows raised. The only time he’s stopped looking smug all night is when Leon had him gasping and panting and moaning too hard to look anything but desperate. Which is stupid, because his team kind of got destroyed earlier, but maybe his face is just kind of stuck that way.

Leon doesn’t really get Matthew at all. He likes him well enough — a surprising enough thing on its own, and one that Leon is still reluctant to cop to sometimes. But there’s something impenetrable about him. He always leaves Leon feeling off-balance. Something about the way he walks into every room like there’s no reason he wouldn’t belong there, including Leon’s kitchen. 

The sex is great, though.

Matthew hasn’t spent the night before, but not for any real reason. Just lack of opportunity. Leon usually likes sharing a bed when he has the chance. 

Matthew nudges his foot under the table. “Hey.”

Leon blinks at him. “What?”

“You sure you’re awake?”

“Yeah, I’m fuckin’ awake,” Leon says, and kicks him back.

“Well then act like it,” Matthew says, catching Leon’s ankle briefly between his feet. “Is everything okay?”

Leon opens his mouth to say yes, but then he takes a moment to consider the situation, and instead he says, “This is a little weird, isn’t it? You and me at the kitchen table?”

“Well, it’s not my fault we’re not still in bed.”

“Shut up, you know what I mean.”

“I think it’s mostly weird because it’s the middle of the night.” The way that Matthew’s curls fall in his face is distracting. Makes Leon think about how they feel tangled in his fingers. He’d be disappointed if Matthew ever cut his hair short. “You know I’m leaving at the end of the season, right?”

This startles Leon more than Matthew’s sudden appearance two minutes ago. “What?”

“Contract’s up. Bye-bye Calgary.” Matthew shrugs with an extremely measured amount of awkwardness. That— that’s why he’s so fucking confusing. Even his sincerity feels like an act sometimes. But even more than that—

“Why?”

“It’s too fucking cold, I’m homesick, and my coach hates me.”

“No, mean— really, he does?”

Another shrug. So helpful.

“I mean, why are you telling me this?”

“I’m trying to make you pay attention to me,” Matthew says. “Geez, why do you think I’m here?”

Leon raises his eyebrows. “You didn’t get enough attention earlier?”

A tiny grin. “No.”

“So where are you going?”

“Dunno yet.”

“Is that true or are you just not telling me?”

Another shrug. A slightly larger, smugger grin.

“You think I’ll miss you?”

“Nah. You’ve got Davo to keep you warm.”

“We’re not—” Leon ignores Matthew’s dancing eyebrows. “Seriously, why are you telling me this?”

Matthew kicks his foot under the table again. “Come back to bed. We’ve got, what, two games left this season? I’m trying to get the fuckin’ in while I still can.”

“So you’re going somewhere far away,” Leon says.

“Dude, you’re in Edmonton,” Matthew says. “Everywhere is far away.”

“I meant, like, out of the conference.”

Shrug. The temptation to reach across and hold Matthew’s shoulders still is so strong. Instead Leon just meets his gaze, trying for the umpteenth time to figure him out. It doesn’t work, so he looks again at the collage of bruises spilling over his collar bone. He’s changed, in the couple of years they’ve been doing this. His body used to be wirier, but now he’s starting to fill out like a grown man. Leon can feel it on the ice, when he hits him, and in bed when he fucks him. He used to be wilder, more immature, more willing to sacrifice the play to be annoying, but he’s honed that down to an art. Whatever team gets him is going to be blown away by what they find behind his reputation. And Leon— well. It’s strange to feel so acutely that in the grand scheme of things he’ll just be an anecdote in Matthew’s life. It doesn’t bother him, exactly. It’s just a strange little moment. He’d thought, maybe stupidly, that they’d be doing this for years to come. Battles of Alberta and all that. But somehow it makes a lot more sense this way.

“Come on,” he says, standing abruptly. He catches Matthew by the arm on his way around the table, pulling him along back toward the bedroom. Matthew shakes the grip off, but catches his hand instead. In bed, he kisses Leon like he means it, but there are a lot of ways to mean something.

[magpiefngrl]

hey! curious new writer here. which fix of yours were the easiest to write and which were the hardest? in what way?

Hello anon! Thanks for an interesting ask.

OK I'll start with the disclaimer that every fic has its difficulties as well as moments when it flows, but there have definitely been some that poured out of me with great ease than others which were a constant struggle.

The Miseducation of Draco Malfoy, my first drarry, was written at the height of my obsession and it poured out of me. I wrote like a fiend all day and would go to bed at night and reread what I wrote. I breathed that fic day and night for the weeks it took me to write it. It was also the most fun I had writing, prob because I was a complete unknown and there were zero expectations from me. Similarly, The Full Monty, written just after TMODM, was an easy fic to write. I remember I read the prompt and was immediately assaulted by images and started laughing on my own and was like, OK I need to claim this, the fic is writing itself.

Similarly but in a more tortuous way, dirtynumbangelboy poured out of me too. More tortuous because it took me ages to find the right beginning, and by then I was behind with my deadlines and got stressed. Also, I wrote it in a sort of dread of the Erised fest, because it had some amazing writers that year and I was intimidated. I remember my goal was to "at least not embarrass myself" .

But, aside from the doubts and stress, dnab itself flowed like nothing else. There are passages that I really love, even now years later, and they are exactly as they came out the first time. I did very little editing (compared to other works).

With The Boy Who Died I made a fun post on tumblr about a mdzs AU of drarry and then the idea wouldn't let me go so I had to sit and write it. Luckily it was summer and I didn't work and I could spend my days writing it. There were moments I got stumped but it mostly came out easily.

Finally, a lot of my short fics poured out of me in one go and came out almost perfectly formed. The Dare, A Perfectly Normal Reaction, and my MCD The Death You Carry are good examples.

Fics that took ages at first:

so my thing is that I have to find the right opening to begin the story, otherwise I can't proceed. I don't plan; the first scene/chapter is my plan. And sometimes I get stuck for yonks. With The Unquiet Grave I began with a Draco POV, him being a politician and Harry his bodyguard, had an interesting first scene and then---nothing. It's like I hit a wall. Zero words come. When I have this feeling, I know I need to go back and revise. Long story short, it was when I changed the POV to Harry that somehow the whole gothic mood came about and I felt the auspicious click: I got it. That's what the story is. A gothic romance. After that, it was easier.

The same thing happened with Hush, darling. I rewrote a first scene fruitlessly several times until a random bit of inspiration fell into my hands: the visual of a card game. I began with it and I let it guide me and the whole plot/stakes/cast fell into place.

Fics that needed a LOT of work and had to be dragged into existence:

The Gift is the first that comes to mind. First couple of chapters were pretty easy and then I was stumped. Writing it felt like dragging myself up a slope, step by step and also not being happy with anything, so that was fun. :/

The other is 9 ½ Days, which took actual years to finish. In that case the middle part was the hard one. I wrote the beginning fairly easily and the last chapters, the plotty ones, also flowed. But the middle. Zeus almighty. It took me years and I thought and thought and thought about it a lot. Finishing this fic was an immense relief but also a source of pride, especially because I really liked the result, and judging by the comments I get, people seem to love it too.

Thanks for an unusual ask! It was good to ponder about my fics and my writing process. The same issues seem to crop up with my original works too, and it's helpful to remind myself that I got over those issues before and I can get over them again.

[brotherwtf]

I feel like nobody has written enemies to lovers trope for Clegan. In highschool!au Gale despite being a "nerd" he's very popular among the students.His perfect face, his perfect scores, his hair everything has a fan club of their own and equally popular Bucky is the resident jock-Playboy™ who's the captain of the football team. Gale does not like Jhon at all. Hates everything about him. While Jhon keeps picking on him, teasing him, challenging him only because he has a huge crush on Gale. Eventually Gale loves the attention, loved the teasing and gives it back to Jhon the right way. Gale is forced to go on a school trip and somehow is stuck with Bucky. Maybe lost in the woods idk and their feelings starts to come out. Bucky in a heated argument confesses he's only been a brat towards him to hide his feelings and he probably fell in love with him at first sight. Gale confesses he likes him too. They make out and eventually find their way back to everyone. Bucky's friends grinning guessing something happened and Gale's fanclub glare at him for getting Gale into trouble.

This sounded so much better in my head but it's sounds so boring and cliche when typed out

hey anon! I straight up don't care about cliches anymore, the reason they're cliches is bcs they're just good content! I think this could be a great story lol

I do think their personalities are so different and clash in multiple ways that I'm surprised no one has written an enemies to lovers; I think the high school setting would be perfect for that because teenagers are absolutely insufferable. They would think all of the posturing is a personal attack as opposed to showing affection and just root in their personal beliefs that the other person hates them (everyone at school knows they're in love)

hoo boy I can already imagine the confession scene and I gotta tell ya, it's perfect lmao. my fave confessions are when they accidentally slip out during an argument. I think Gale would be grilling John about getting them lost, and John would be getting all defensive about it, claiming he's not perfect like "King Cleven". Gale would scoff at the nickname and start egging him on more, calling him dumb or a meathead or smth.

John starts getting even more defensive and closed off, attacking Gale and his "fanclub" and wondering why he even has friends at all. He maybe would start listing all of the things that annoy him about Gale, how smart he is, how put together he is, how just perfect he is, and Gale would scoff and say smth like "Didn't know you were in love with me"

And then it just sort of slips out, John is in love with Gale and he stops in his tracks at the realization. He stops arguing with Gale and just sorta looks sheepish, maybe just says like "Of course I am". Maybe Gale doesn't even say anything and just kisses him instead. They make out, hilarity ensues they live happily ever after.

I love high school aus they're so dumb and young and silly. I think this would make a great fic anon, don't be so hard on yourself!

[thedrarrylibrarian]

Hey!Can you please recommend me some fanfictions where harry sees draco's sectumsempra scars and feels absolutley guilty?

It need not be the main focus of the story,but one good scene about it would do!

Thanks.

Hello, hello! Your holds have arrived!

I loved your ask, and appreciated the openness of it, as I think not being limited to completely Sectumsempra focused fics allowed me to pick some extra great fics! In general, for this list, the shorter the fic, the more focused on the Sectumsempra scene/scars it is. Hope you enjoy!

Sectumsempra Scars

That Won't Erase It by @triggerlil (539 words, rated M)

Two men, a multitude of scars, one intimate moment.

I'm Sorry (it doesn't matter) by @carpemermaidtales (words 637, rated M)

Harry trailed off and pressed a kiss to Malfoy’s temple. “I’m still sorry, all the same. I wish that hadn’t happened. I wish you weren’t scarred from it. I guess now I know why you always insist on showering at home instead of in the training centre.”

“Well, that, and the facilities are appalling,” Malfoy muttered acidly.

Harry froze. He hadn’t realised Malfoy was awake.

Sectumsempra Scars by @drarrily-we-row-along (1,055 words, rated T)

Harry woke up first the following morning. He’d shifted, rolling toward Draco and opening his eyes; he wasn’t prepared for the sight that met him.

The normally flawless skin of Draco’s chest and abdomen was covered with raised scars, scars that intersected and crossed all the way up to his neck, one trailing as high as his cheek.

And for a minute, Harry tried to piece together what could have happened in his bed overnight.

life's like an hourglass glued to the table by @phoebe-delia (1,455 words, rated T)

I really don't know how it got like this.

That's not true, yes I do. Of course, I do. I was there, near the middle of it all; not the epicenter, not the periphery, but somewhere within the nebulous part in-between. I was close enough to be scathed, to be one of the supporting characters—though I'm fairly certain my support was the problem—but I was neither protagonist nor antagonist.

Phoenix in the Fire by @fw00shy (1,466 words, rated E)

Their first time was an accident. "Sex pollen," Draco claims, though everyone knows it was too much Ogden's after Puddlemere beat the Tornados 240-230.

"He's like a vengeful sex demon after he's lost," Harry confesses in the privacy of Hermione's kitchen. "A lustful, bitter jackhammer."

Sun Stroke by @peachpety (3,854 words, rated E)

Draco, Harry, and a handful of friends take a summer holiday at the beach. With the help of a sultry sea setting, encouraging friends, and a fisherman’s jumper, Harry and Draco's mutual attraction swells and things get hot on a salty summer night.

Erase the Shame by @fleetofshippyships-archive (6,763 words, rated E)

An Inter-House unity party is the last thing Draco wants to go to. It's not long into a game of Truth or Dare when he is reminded why.

But maybe his dare is worth it after all.

In The Company of Serpents by @corvuscrowned (24,954 words, rated E)

There’s something wrong with the serpents at the Greengrass Ophidiarium. Luckily, a certain Parselmouth just might be able to help.

Oh, Sinnerman by @lou-isfake (40,068 words, rated E)

“I’m serious, Potter,” Malfoy said quietly. “That was some real bad luck you had, being there last night. They will come after you, and they will kill you—after torturing you for information on my whereabouts.” He pocketed Harry’s wand, but held on to his knife, twirling it between his fingers. Harry was distracted by its movement, the reflections of the bright, dawning sun on polished silver. “I’m not happy about it, either, but you’re stuck with me for the foreseeable future.”

He watched Malfoy’s face for a long time, in a staring contest he wasn’t sure he’d signed up for. Stuck with Malfoy, for the foreseeable future, on the run from a massive crime syndicate that had infiltrated the Ministry and was out for their blood.

It was all very familiar, except for the Malfoy part.

Everything is Relative to You by @thehoneybeet (43,111 words, rated E)

Potter was supposed to have lived. Draco is certain of this. That Potter would no longer walk the earth was tantamount to the sun moving west to east across the sky. If only he could have stopped this from happening, if he’d have known…

It comes to him as ideas often did: too late.

Or, Harry dreams of his past lives, and Draco is in every one.

Not From Kindred Stock by @p1013 (45,779 words, rated E)

"Potter!" Draco calls again, but this time he pauses at the sound of his voice. "Potter?"

Something is very wrong.

Because now that he's gained a little of his equilibrium back and the room is no longer spinning, Draco has a sinking realisation that his voice doesn't sound rough or gravelly, but rather different. Different like his vision and the feel of his body around his bones and the bloody goddammned fucking clothes on his—shagging Salazar, God fuck, this isn't his body.

Among Ancient Pines by @graymatters (73,981 words, rated M)

Every day, Draco Malfoy tries. With every fiber of his being he tries. But he doesn’t much think about what he’s trying for.

In his final term of Healer training, Draco is unfortunate enough to find himself on a plane, the only means of traveling to a small, magical town in rural Alaska. Years of hard work have culminated in an opportunity to work with an experimental wandmaker to study the intersection of Healing and wand theory. When Draco arrives, he doesn't find the wandmaker, but does find his apprentice, who happens to have ridiculously messy hair, a lightning bolt scar, and a definitely-not-charming smile. But Draco isn’t going to let Harry Potter get in the way of him becoming a successful medical researcher, even if Potter is stubborn, hot-tempered, reckless, surprisingly gentle, has bizarre taste in music, and likes to leave his shirts unbuttoned. How hard could the next few months be?

A fic about challenging assumptions, discovering self-worth, the silver lining in failing to meet expectations, and finding friendship, love, and purpose in a small Alaskan town that’s steeped in magic.

in the dark by @toxik-angel (81,213 words, rated M)

Draco Malfoy may not have a Manor or money or status or a family or friends, but he has his looks, and goes into the glamorous modeling field.

And listen. Listen. No one can blame Harry for being obsessed with him all over again.

Bolts by @lqtraintracks (114,500 words, rated E)

Harry joins the Hogwarts staff as the new History of Magic Professor, while Draco has already been teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts for the past year. When Samantha, a first year, is being bullied one day and throws a made-up Truth curse at her harasser, only to accidentally hit Harry instead, Harry becomes cursed to tell the truth, and not only that, he has to regularly tell it to Draco Malfoy. Samantha is clearly gifted, maybe the most powerful witch or wizard to ever come through Hogwarts, and yet she has no idea how to take the curse off. As they work to remove it—and also teach Samantha how to control a power that's becoming more dangerous by the day—will Harry's truths become too much to handle? And will whatever’s going on with Draco just make everything exponentially worse?

❤️ As always, if you find a fic you enjoy, please remember to leave the author a kudos or a comment! ❤️

Lots of Love and Happy Reading!

[bkdkficrecs]

Fic Finder 101

Hey y’all! I’ve gotten a lot of fic finding requests in my inbox over the past few months, (Yay!) so I'm excited to help y’all and discover/rec some great new fics in the process!

In order to make things a smidge easier on myself, I’m making this post to clarify a few things that are helpful to include when submitting a Fic Finder ask:

AO3 Only. I don't look for or read fic elsewhere (i.e. Wattpad, etc.) and am very, very familiar with their website, so I prefer to only rec fics that are posted to Archive of our Own. If you can't remember what platform you read a fic on, just know that there is a possibility that I may not be able to find it.

Details, details, details! If you can list specific dialogue, scenes, settings, plot points that stuck out to you these are all very helpful. For example, great details to include would be something like: "Oneshot Coffee Shop!AU where Pro Hero Katsuki falls in love with Quirkless Barista Izuku at first sight and asks Izuku to make him Deku's favorite drink every morning. He keeps coming back even though he hates the taste of coffee. There was a lot of fluff and pining and it had a happy ending where they moved in together. Bakugou finds out that Izuku knew he didn't like the drink the whole time and kept notes, making it a little different each day until he did."

Include your @. It is understandable that you may not want your username included in posts! However the reason I request this is so that I can message you if I am having issues finding your fic or have questions while searching for it. If you would still like your post to remain anonymous when posted, start your message with "anon please" or something along those lines and I will be sure not to include it.

Read Date. If you are able to give me a rough estimate of how long is has been since you read the fic, that is helpful for me to narrow down results.

I realize that not everyone will be able to provide everything on this list, so don't fret if your answers to most of these are "I don't know." I will still do my best to find that fic you've been looking for!

[ovaryacted]

Nobody asked me for my thoughts on the new episode of HOTD, but I’m gonna give it to y’all anyway cause I can YAS!

S2 EP 2 HOTD SPOILERS BELOW!

The greens took over the episode and I’m not even mad. I think everyone really came through and dominated the screen in their own way and they deserve their praise.

Aegon…I was unfamiliar with your game before. The constant back and forth of him breaking down, to doing tyrant shit, to then grieving, it’s very interesting to see. Tom did great, he’s actually making me like Aegon and show the layers of his character like woah. Tom, I have your Emmy in my hand, I will be shipping it to you via Amazon prime.

Also, when Aegon yelled at Criston and said “Where were you?!” to his face. OH, I was cheering up in joy. GAG DA LIVE! CLOCK THAT TEA!

Otto also surprised me, he was acting like rent was DUE. Hate him, but he do be eating his scenes up. Too bad now he’s just a hating old man with no job and now he has to see his grandson torch all of his hard work while his pimped out daughter sins as it happens, womp womp.

Alicent, marvelous as always, so pretty when she cries but she upset me at the end so I’m putting her on time out.

Rhaenyra and Daemon fighting on my screen? No. Y’all have to make up like now because we are a family, I won’t allow this to happen in MY home! They both ate though.

Hey Baela, my bae muah! Can’t wait to see you next episode pookie. 😝

Aemond with his mommy issues, that’s real. Can’t even be mad at him. Honestly it makes me wonder if Alicent really has been a negligent parent at least emotionally but who knows. Fic writers, please give me Aemond fics I need it BAD. Daemon too but shhh.

Helaena deserves better, poor baby. And at the funeral, I really thought that poor boy’s head was going to fall off when the wagon got stuck in the mud. But the strategy of having Alicent and Helaena walk around to gain the people’s sympathy and name Rhaenyra as this child murderer was the only smart thing Otto did in his career. Before Aegon fucked it up but oh well.

I was so surprised when I saw two blonde Targaryen babies with Rhaenyra cause I really didn’t remember if Daemon and her already had their sons in S1. I was so shook.

Rip the Twin soldiers, that made me sad. Targaryen women don’t lose their closest knights challenge! They all lost btw.

Now…for what I REALLY want to say. Criston, you lying hypocritical whore! You will ALWAYS be a bitch in my book! The projection towards Ser Arryk was CRAZY talking about purity and fidelity, and then he literally sent him off to create more of a mess and fucking up everything. And then the end, this BITCH got promoted to be the King’s Hand AND got royal coochie again at the end of the episode. I hate him. Hate him so much. He’s the messiest bitch in all of the kingdoms. I will eat popcorn when he dies with a wide smile on my face TRUST! 🤞

Anyways, I’ll see y’all same time next Sunday. Great episode, 9/10.

[psychopunky]

Bad Break Alt. Hospital Pick up

Here's a alt scenario for the hospital pick up scene in my fic Bad Break on AO3. It didn't make the cutting room floor and I scrapped it. Take it as I finish editing the last chapter.

Dude glanced at you before looking back at the road. The car puttered forward appearing to struggle with being on. “Well Cindy said she would stop by at some point. Guess you’ll just be stuck hanging with me.” “Oh the horrors.” You joked looking back at the road. The sight of your home coming into view soothed some anxiety that had settled into your stomach over the week. Dude parks the car, turning it off before getting out. Coming over to your side of the car he opened the door offering you his hands. With effort along with Dude’s help you got out of the car. Your legs are not really working well, making you limp a little when you walk. The wound in your side made getting up and down a challenge. With Dude’s help you made it inside your house. Your legs started to cooperate more with each step but it didn’t stop the soreness. Making it to your bed you flopped onto the bed letting out a sigh. Stretching out on the twin sized bed as Dude moved about the house. Dude stepped out before coming back inside with that damn plastic bag. Sitting on the ground next to your bed Dude leaned against your bed. He started digging through the bag pulling out your few personal items. Along with a mountain of paperwork from the hospital. Some of it wound care, others being long billing information. “What's the damage?” You ask rolling onto your side to look at Dude. As he flipped through the papers you moved closer. Ending up behind him trying to look over his shoulder without having to sit up. “About $2,500 dollars.” You let out a groan rolling onto your back. “Hey, count yourself lucky. Say here before insurance it was $5,000.” Rolling back over you sit up. Leaning over Dude you place your chin on his head. Slowly reaching over the papers he was holding. “I don’t have that kind of money.” You whined rolling onto your back. Dude dropped the papers on the floor not caring for them. Leaning his head back onto the bed he smiled up at you. Taking his glasses off fixing you with a mischievous look. “Oh really you? The little librarian isn’t sitting on a pile of cash?” His voice drips with sarcasm as he looks at you. You narrow his eyes at him reaching over and smacking the top of his head. “Hey I don’t even know if you have a job! For all I know you're a drug dealer.” “Dear if I was a drug dealer in this town I would be set for life. Sure as hell wouldn’t be living in a shitty trailer.” Dude started to shrug off his coat getting ready to settle down with you. “Ya you’d blow through your own stash before you sold it.” You poked back at him. Dude picked up his coat digging through it looking for something. Watching him uninterested for a few moments you frown. “Great, what do you have now?” “Weed, You just reminded me I have a joint somewhere in here.” Dude responded. He pulled out a metal mint tin. Popping it open a few cigarettes along with a few joints sat inside. Dude pulled a joint out before digging into his pants pocket pulling out a lighter.

“Want some?” Dude asked as he lit up. “No thank you, I am still on pain medication. Who knows what kind of effects that will have.” Dude looked at you taking a drag of the joint before speaking. “Goody two shoes, think of it like an adventure.”

“You mean one I wont remember.” You pushed back, closing your eyes. The room was silent once again with the occasional sound of Dude smoking. Closing your eyes to take a nap. The studio home slowly smelled more and more like weed. Not that it mattered you’d probably get contact high from Dudes smoking. Just as you started to fall asleep Dude spoke up. His deep voice stirs you from your half asleep state.

“So wanna tell me what actually happened to you?” Dude asked. Opening your eyes you looked over at him only to find him still sitting on the floor. Dude was taking a drag of the joint not looking at you. “I got mugged, did you forget already?” You teased wondering why he brought it up again. “Then why is your wallet in the bag?” Dude gestured to the plastic laying next to him. Your heart sank for a few moments before you spoke. “Probably they didn’t get it because Cindy and Sam came to help.” Dude finally looked at you. You could tell on his face that he didn’t believe you at all. “Who's Sam?” “Cindy's husband.” “I don’t think you’re telling me the full story.” You shrugged at Dudes words not knowing what else to say. A tense silence dragged on between you both, neither of you breaking eye contact. Dude opened his mouth to speak until a pounding on your door cut him off. Dude looked at the door but not before you caught a glimpse of irritation on his face. Before either of you could do anything the door burst open. Cindy stumbled inside slamming the door shut behind her. Her eyes are going straight to you and Dude. “Are you guys smoking right after you got out of the hospital?” She asked, heading over to the bed. You gave another shrug, not ready to argue with anyone today. Bad enough that you were growing sleeper by the second. “My body hurts.” You said Cindy put her hands on her hips giving you a disappointed parent look. “Anyway, what's up? You kinda stormed in here.” You tried to change the topic. Cindy shot Dude a look before she looked back at you. “Tiffany is out of jail on bond.” You choked at the words. Sitting up quickly looking down at Dude hoping he wouldn’t ask questions. Either the weed was working or Dude was thinking as he sat silent for a moment. You didn’t dare speak hoping he would not put the pieces together. Cindy looked between you both before she spoke again. “I can’t keep lying.” Cindy turned to Dude who just took another hit of his joint. He picked up the metal tin before stubbing out the joint as he blew out the smoke. “Tiffany is-” Cindy started before Dude cut her off. “That did all this.” His voice was matter of fact and calm. Dude stood up, turning to look at you fully. You went to stand up only for Dude to put a hand on your shoulder making you stay seated. He kept his hand on your shoulder as he looked down at you. “So you did lie to me.” Dude mumbled. Scrambling to speak, panic rising in you. Looking at Cindy for help but she just shook her head letting out an audible sigh. Looking back to Dude you spoke softly hoping to not upset him. “Dude … I didn’t do it to hurt you.” “I’m not hurt I’m fucking pissed.” Dude snapped back his voice harshly. His hand gripped your shoulder tighter. “That's why I didn’t want to tell you. I already caused enough problems between you and Tiffany.” Dude scoffed. “Who gives a shit?” “About your wife? Shouldn’t you give a shit?” You wondered if Dude just didn’t give a shit about his marriage any more. Reaching up you tried to push his hand away. His hand stayed firm, not moving when you pushed.

“Tell me everything right now.” Dude skipped over the topic of his wife. Cindy shifted on her feet, nervous energy flowing from her.

Letting out a defeated sigh your shoulders slumped.

“I went to your place to see you. When I saw you weren’t there I tried to leave only to be stopped by Tiffany. She called me a bunch of names, got pissed and attacked me.”

“With a crowbar.” Cindy added

“Thank you Cindy.” You said sarcastically looking over at her.

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me this in the first place?” Dude spoke through gritted teeth. His lips in a thin line frustrated clear in his green eyes.

“It wasn’t that important!” You protested. How were you being made the bad guy here?

“Not important?” Dude asked if his voice was low. He started to lean down to be eye level with you. Cindy however stepped in walking to the bed. Standing beside Dude who stood up straight, his eyes going to her.

“What’s done is done. Right now we need to come up with a game plan.” Cindy’s words had Dude and yours full attention.

“What are you talking about?” You asked. Trying to shrug off Dudes hand once again. He gave your shoulder a squeeze not removing it.

“With Tiffany out we don’t know where she will pop up next.” Cindy turned her attention to Dude. “Have you heard from her?”

“No not since we got into a fight after that she went to her moms.”

“Right well last time she didn’t stay there so we have to figure out where to put you.” Cindy ended her sentence by pointing at you.

“My house.” You suggested not wanting to bug your only two friends more.

“No idiot, we need to keep you somewhere we can keep an eye on you.”  Cindy snapped back.

“Why not my place then.” Dude asked, looking down at you.

“That’s where Tiffany will go first. Also I don’t think that’s a good place for me to recover.” Looking up at him you rolled your eyes.

“Fine then my place.” Cindy said. She started marching around your house collecting things you’d need to stay at her place.

“Wait, I haven't even agreed.”  Dude sat down next to you. Dropping both his hands into his lap. 

“Like you have a choice.” Cindy quipped as she kept packing things away.

You watched Cindy move around the house. Looking over at Dude whose face was neutral you frowned.

“Listen I’m sorry I thought it was for the best.”

Dude looked at you before his shoulders slumped. Reaching up he ran a hand through his hair. “I need to be higher for this. I’m not mad at you, I'm pissed at that bitch.” 

[thedragonagebigbang]

Bang Creator Interview: Bang Creator Interview: Tumblr: @contreparry  |  AO3: ContreParry

The Collaboration period has begun! In these quiet months before works are due, we want to foster a sense of excitement, camaraderie, and celebration among our participants. To that end, all participants were given the option of a formal interview by our mod, Dema, or an informal “ask-game” survey. We hope you enjoy getting to know our phenomenal creators as much as we have!

You Won't Believe What She Was Hiding In Her Office!

Contre Parry and Dema talk gardening, hype-squads, horse girls, and “Sysiphean fun.” 

Dema: To hop right in: Writing. How Is It Going

Contre Parry: ... I think to say "it's going" would be horribly revealing, wouldn't it?

Dema: Haha it's okay to be honest!

Contre Parry: But it's going! Some days I make progress, and other days it's like slamming my face into a brick wall. But when you hit the sweet spot of "I know where I'm going," it's all worth the brick wall days.

Dema: Is there anything that helps you reset?

Contre Parry: Gardening! I go and pull weeds. I think the act of 'doing something useful' makes me feel a little better about not making progress on my writing. Like "Hey, you didn't write that scene, but you cleared out the veggie patch! Don't feel bad!" And that resets the brain and makes me look back at what I was stuck on.

Dema: I feel like there is a great metaphor in there.

Contre Parry: There's got to be, but it's going to require lots of edits to get it to come through!

Dema: Eyyyyyy!

I, too, like to garden. I think it helps to have a hobby that uses a completely different part of my brain. And of course, to touch grass.

Contre Parry: Oh yes! Grass touching is essential. It's also a great reminder of "sometimes it's just not going to work, and that's okay!" ... I tried to grow some lettuce. It did not work.

Dema: Ah yes. I will never attempt lettuces again because I cannot bring myself to kill the little white butterflies.

Contre Parry: "But they need to eat too!"

Dema: Exactly, lol. When you do sit down to write after a wall day, is there anything that helps you get back in the zone?

Contre Parry: I'll get my computer (or phone, depending on location), sit down with a drink, and tell myself that it doesn't matter if it's bad, it just matters that it's DONE. And I repeat that last line as many times as needed.

Dema:  Wow this interview is well-timed for me, lol!

Contre Parry: I'm glad if it helps you out! Sometimes it also helps to find a person who REALLY wants to see what you're writing. So then you can bounce ideas off them and workshop what you got stuck on.

Dema: Do you work with a beta? or do you mean more of a hype person, who isn't editing?

Contre Parry: More like a hype person. In my case, I'll send segments to one of my friends or my brother. Example: I was working on a fic for FFXIV, and I sent a snippet of dialogue to a friend who has never played FFXIV and has no idea who these characters are. And her response ("Kill Him") was actually super helpful, because for me it meant "Oh I wrote this character right." So that interaction got me fired up to finish that scene, because I knew I was onto something!

Dema: Oh that is interesting! And so nice to have supportive friends who will read it even if they aren't fans of the source media!

Contre Parry: It really is! What was super helpful is that this particular friend is very skilled at writing characters having messy, awful fights. So comments like that? Truly special.

Dema:  It sounds like, in general, writing is a pretty social experience for you?

Contre Parry: It is! As much as I like to work on my writing and drop it with a "here it is," behind the scenes I'm bouncing ideas off of lots of people. Sometimes the act of just talking to someone else helps me work through all the problems!

Dema:  For a Bang fic that seems especially helpful, since it's long and in a set timeframe. Has this fic-writing process felt any different than your usual process? Do you do more planning, for example? Less?

Contre Parry: This project was different for me because I came into it without a firm plan in place. I knew what I wanted to write, but I didn't figure out my angle. For most of my stories I have a plan. So if I wander off of my plan, I at least know where and why I did that. This one, though, I went in wanting to write about a one-off line in Dragon Age: Inquisition. And that was it!

Dema: Oooo I wish I could ask which line but that will be a spoiler, I fear. Do a lot of your stories begin that way? Jumping off from a particular line or piece of lore?

Contre Parry:  Most of the time I start with a character, and all of their associated backstory. And if something jumps out at me, makes me go "Why are you like this?" then I start exploring that. "But why?" is sort of my starting point, and then I try to answer that question with varying success.

Dema: Are those usually canon characters? Or do you write more OCs?

Contre Parry: Usually canon, though I love writing OCs. I particularly love writing OCs who are side characters. There's a lot of flexibility and room to grow in those areas!

Dema:  Will it be a spoiler if I ask about your favorite original side- character?

Contre Parry: Not at all! I have one from a story and a few short drabbles I wrote on my tumblr, and she's not in my Big Bang fic so it will be safe to discuss! She's the Inquisitor's niece. I created her thinking "well, my Inquisitor Trevelyan's got a big family with very strained relations, what if she had a niece she never met? What would she be like? How would they meet? Why would they meet?" And that's how I created Henrietta, who is a thirteen year old horse girl.

Dema:  You are really tugging on my heartstrings LOL, I was not prepared to feel so many things in this interview.

Contre Parry: haha, good things, I hope!

Dema: As a former 13yo horse girl, very yes, haha.

Contre Parry: Henrietta's fun because she's a bit of a chatterbox, and is very free with her thoughts and feelings as opposed to her aunt, my Inquisitor. The contrast is fun.

Dema: So when you say room to grow, do you mean for the protagonists? Like these side characters are providing additional character development? Or do you ride off into the sunset with Henrietta for a while?

Contre Parry: Protagonists, worldbuilding, the side characters themselves- it's all a chance to make the world a richer place. Like, Henrietta sees the events of the story from a different perspective and hears stuff that others won't, but she also interprets them as a thirteen year old would. It's like opening another window into the world of the story! So we ride into the sunset with Henrietta, and we see a different Thedas than what we might as a player, you know?

Dema:  Do you tend to write from an omniscient POV? Or are your readers mostly seeing through that window via dialogue? 

Contre Parry: More like a limited omniscient. We're with one character and seeing and feeling things from their perspective. Sometimes I'll switch between characters, but mostly you're stuck with one person. I want to experiment with other POVs more, but that might have to wait until I finish my WIP mountain.

Dema: Ah, yes. The WIP mountain is ever growing. Do you have a side project you are working on while you work on your DABB fic? Or do you try to stick to one thing at a time? (haha do any of us do this???)

Contre Parry: I'm editing that FFXIV fic at the moment, and I usually like having a side project to hop to whenever I feel truly stuck. Like gardening, the jump to something completely different is a hard reset. But once I finish those edits, I'll just have to pick something else off of the WIP pile to work on! Maybe I'll try to be efficient and slowly grind that mountain down to dust! (... she says, knowing this will not happen.)

Dema: It's Sisyphean. If Sisyphus was having fun.

Contre Parry: Sisyphus, I know you got a fanfic in your heart. I know it!

Dema: Now, you may already be aware of the click-bait titles. In our last minutes, can you come up with one for your fic? 

Contre Parry: You Won't Believe What She Was Hiding In Her Office!

Dema: Amazing. You were so ready with that one haha!

Contre Parry: Now all we need is some sort of stockphoto of someone looking surprised. Just so surprised! Hands in the air and everything.

Dema: I should really make a collection of them. If I had all the time in the world I'd do DA sketches. [Dear artists: feel free to use this as a prompt ;)]

Contre Parry: Oh, to be able to break space and time...

Dema:  if only! Then perhaps I would someday see the summit of wip mountain. But alas! Thank you for taking the time to chat with me, Contre Parry! It has been a delight 

Contre Parry:  Thanks for the interview! It was lots of fun! And I think it helped me as well! Clickbait title and all.

[someone1348]

🦷💌; can—can i ask for more??? more turtles x reader tickle fluff? it can be anything at this point, but maayyyyybbeeee take this sugguestion for leooooooooo???!!!

so we all know leo's a teaser...100%...what if the reader finds themself in some sort of stuck situation and leo takes this for advantge? 🧍‍♀️

thats all i got...for the others idk but it can be literally anything—I LOVE THEM SM AH 🥲🥲

ill shut up now im sorry 😔

Absolutely I can! Thank you for your requests!

People in this: Turtles x Reader (tickle fics!)

Key: (n/n)= Nickname

(y/n)= Your name

Apologies on how late this is coming out lol! But I hope you enjoy!

-K :]

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Leo!:

The things you would do for these turtles is absolutely ridiculous! From the minute they walked into your life its been nothing but adventure and greatness but man was it frustrating in times like these.

Leo's TV broke the other day and with Donnie busy at April's house he frantically called you for help, again the things you would do for those turtles, especially Leo.

The hold he has on you is insane so of course you agreed to come and help him. He smiled widely and thanked you repetitively as you arrived on the scene!

He stepped out of the room for a while to give you some space and when he came back he was delighted to see that you not only fixed it but had gotten yourself stuck in the process

"Leo I swear to the Pizza Supreme in the sky if you don't stop laughing and come help me out-"

"Fihihine! I was gonna help you anyway its just too funny!! AHAHA"

"Leooo"

"OKAhay I'm coming! Neon Leon is on the case!" He smiled brightly as he walked over to you trying to pull you out from behind the TV but nothing was working

"You really got yourself stuck in there"

"You think?" You giggled a little as he scoffed jokingly

"Hey! I'm trying to help you here! I wouldn't get all smart in your position if I were you~" he lowered his voice to his natrual teasing tone before tweaking your sides gently watching the reaction it gave

"What's wrong?, You Ticklish?~"

He didn't give you a chance to answer before his wiggling fingers danced across every tickle spot he could find enjoying every laugh, giggle, sound and reaction you made. There was no chance of escape, no room to move, no place to hide, it was just you, him and your tickle spots.

His smirk grew as he found your most ticklish spot

"Awwww is this your worst spot? Hmm?~ Tickle Tickle tickleee~" he continued as any pleads went in one ear and out the other

"LEHEHEO UHUHUSE YOHOHOUR POHOHORTALS AND FREEE MEHE!"

"Great thinking (n/n)! I will use my portals!~" he smirked using two small portals to put his hands through the wall and tickle your worst spot that way

"NOHOHOT WHAHAT I MEHEANT!"

He giggled along with you for a little before stopping and fully pulling you through a bigger portal and onto his lap as he rubbed away the ghost tickles

"You okay?" He asked with a smile

"I am, but you might not be in a few seconds~"

"Ohhh boyyy"

Let's just say that night the lair was filled with laughter!

-

Donnie!:

You and the purple clad turtle arranged to hang out that evening! This was going to be great! Donatello wanted to hang out with you!

Now normally your hang outs consisted of you two being in the lab, working on new tech or just enjoying each other's company doing your own things but it was always his lab and it was always something science based, you didn't mind that of course! It was just today was different!

He texted you to leave your equipment at home and meet him in the arcade that they have in the lair. Of course you did just that but something was off.

"Hey D! Why did you want to meet here? And why did you tell me to leave my stuff at home?" He smiled as you entered the arcade area

"Sweet Sweet (y/n)! Today! We are going to be playing video games! Jazz hands" he wiggled his fingers to show his enthusiasm and to put emphasis on the plan as you nodded

"Sounds great! You're so going down!"

"Prepare to eateth' thy words!"

The two of you spent the entire day going from game to game. He mentally kept score while you two had fun, and he was one point away from beating you! Luckily, this next game was his specialty! It's the car game he's always playing with Mikey and he was determined to win!

"Prepare to eat my dust (n/n)!"

"Oh well see about that!"

And the race was on! It was neck and neck and Donnie was prepared to do anything to win and I mean anything! He thought about it for a little bit before a smirk formed on his features. He used one of his robot hands that was now holding a feather to it and swiped it across your neck and face to distract you enjoying your reactions and the light up winners screen he had.

"Hey would you look at that I won!"

"Yohohou cheheated!"

"GASP! I am hurt that you would even think for a second that I would do such a thing!" His smirk grew as he used the robot arm to hold your hands up as he circled you with wiggling fingers

"You know I think you're just a sore loser (n/n), I know exactly what will help fix that~" he giggled alittle before tickling you all over your tickle spots, experimenting with every single spot to find your worst spot and the best reactions!

He pointed out the little things as he tickled you, which became more flustering the more he did it. Stuff like;

"Hmm what an interesting sound you make when I do this!" Or "Wow! You're really ticklish here~" and finally "How fascinating your face just keeps getting more and more red the more I talk, am I flustering you dove~" He was on a roll today, he was finally number one and he was gonna use all of that power to his advantage right now!

"YOHOHOU WIHIHIN DEHEHEE!" He stopped his raspberry and smirked at you

"Why thank you for finally acknowledging the truth!" He smiled, rubbing the ghost tickles away and releasing you from his robot arm.

What an eventful game night!

-

Raph!:

This sweetheart could tell instantly that you were stressed. He decided that it would be a great idea to give you a relaxation day! He let everyone know ahead of time and tidied everything up accordingly!

He went out of his way to make sure when you arrived that everything was perfect! His room smelled nice, his brothers were either in their rooms or out playing basketball and he even put on some calming instrumental music for you!

He was determined to make everything special for you. He beamed when you entered the lair, instantly lifting you off the ground and carrying you to your final destination, claiming that you were not to use your legs today or lift a finger! He treated you like the royalty you are it was so special. Even if you insisted you were fine, there was no saying no to Raph!

He smiled as he placed you down onto his big red coded bed. "I had Mikey help me cook you you're favorite!" he smiled, handing you a plate full of your favorite meal which you happily accepted and thanked him again

"Of course! Anytime sunshine!" He smiled brighter before he offered a massage "here this should help!"

Before you knew it, he was getting every single knot out of your back and shoulders, and lt felt great, but holy heck, did it tickle! Raph caught on after a giggle slipped from your mouth while you were exhaling

"How does it feel?" He asked 'innocently' as he moved back to the spot that made you giggle before

"It feels gohohood! Thahanks Raph!" You giggled again as his smile turned into a smirk

"Good im so glad! You truly deserve this! You work so hard and deserve a break I am so proud of you (y/n)!" He smiled brightly again now properly tickling you

"Rahahaph!"

"Why are you giggling so much (n/n)?~ It's just a massage, don't tell me you're ticklish!~" He teased you as he continued tickling all over your tickle spots

"Dawww, I think this will help relieve your stress more! They do say laughter is the best medicine!" He continued enjoying every little sound, laugh, and reaction you made to his tickles and various tickle spots until he found your worst spot

"OKAHAY MEHEHERCYYY!"

He stopped immediately, rubbing away the ghost tickles before picking you up again and holding you close, his heartbeat soothing yours as he rubbed circles into your skin

"Cuddle time!" He exclaimed as you nodded

What a perfect day

-

Mikey!:

After tasting Mikeys amazing creations for a long time now you asked him if he could teach you how to cook! He was ecstatic! Today was the day you two scheduled to do this!

He smiled brightly as you entered the lairs kitchen! "Here you go!" He handed you your very own apron he decorated it himself he was really proud of it!

You wore it with pride as you washed your hands and got ready to cook! Everything was going great! He guided your hands through some techniques, you added the spices together to give it flavor and overall were just having fun and learning alot! Mikeys a really great coach!

The waiting was the boring part, so when you got impatient and saw an open bag of flour sitting right in front of you, you knew exactly what to do. You sneakily took a bit in your hand before catching the orange turtles attention and threw it at him

He gasped jokingly as he blinked, now covered in flour "oh that's it! You are so on!" He smirked taking some of the flour and throwing it back on you, soon it was an all out flour war! He eventually pounced on you trying to get the flour on your shirt but his hands slipped accidentally swiping your side in the process

He caught that reaction immediately and had an even better idea then the flour! He smirked as his wiggling fingers scribbled all over your tickle spots like a skilled artist painting his masterpiece!

"Tickle Tickle tickleee~ this is what you get for pranking the prankster (n/n)~" He giggled along with you before he found your worst spot

"Awwww I think someone's Ticklish~" he teased in a sing song voice as he used every trick in the book to get the best reactions out of you

"Tickletickletickletickle"

"MIHIHIHIKEHEHEY!-"

*DING!*

"Oh Goodie! The foods ready!" He smiled rubbing away the ghost tickles and leading you a hand up while you caught your breath

"Ihit smells amazing!"

"It's gonna taste amazing too you know why?" He smiled at you as you raised an eyebrow

"Why's that?"

"Because we made it with love together! Anddd it got your giggles in there for extra love!"

"Mikeyyy!"

He giggled as he started to plate everything. "we eat first, then clean, alright? And you started this so you have to help me! You have no choice, cutie pie!" He giggled poking your sides again quickly before he handed you your plate

"Okahay fair enough!"

You two enjoyed your creation throughly before cleaning the place up and cleaning yourselves up later one at a time, getting into comfy Pj's and enjoying the rest of the night together! It was perfect! This definitely calls for more cooking dates down the line!

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I hope you all enjoyedd! I loved making this! And I hope you all have a great day today! You truly deserve it! I am so proud of you! /p /gen /pos

-K :]

[cloudymistedskies]

“Stuck in the classroom together”

Marimui short fic ☁️🌫️!! (Kimetsu gauken au)

Word count: 1047 (oh yeah this may be ooc for Muichiro here aaHhaahhsJS)

The two sat on their respective chairs in the empty classroom they both got locked in. Mari forgot about her stuff and Muichiro decided to accompany her, considering she might get distracted by something or someone. By some stupid luck, while the two were in the classroom, someone seemingly passed by and didn’t think of checking in the classroom before closing it and locking it.

Mari was trembling in fear while Muichiro appeared calm, comforting the anxious brunette.

“There, there…” Muichiro whispered to Mari in a soothing tone. This managed to calm Mari down a little, but she was still anxious nonetheless.

“This is just great! We’re stuck in this classroom and my phone is dead! I should’ve charged it while I had the chance to!” Mari curses herself, hugging her knees and hiding her face. Muichiro looks down at Mari with a sympathetic expression, shaking his head. Unfortunately for Muichiro, he left his bag with his older twin, which has his phone. The two were gonna be in this classroom for only a few minutes or less.

“This is just reminding me of those scary movies! Gah…!!” Mari hugged her knees tighter, tearing up. Muichiro pulls Mari into a hug, caressing her back in a way to comfort the green-eyed girl.

“No need to worry, Mari. The teacher who is on night duty will help us get out.” Muichiro reassured, kissing her forehead softly. Mari hummed in response. She peeks her head out a little, revealing her teary eyes and wiping it with the back of her hand, sniffling.

“I…Don’t know why I’m even crying… I shouldn’t be this scared but yet I am…” Mari muttered, hiccuping right after muttering those words.

“It’s normal to react like that, Mari. Don’t put yourself down.” The long-haired boy helps Mari wipe her tears off her face, then the brunette went back to hiding her face in her knees. He tries to think of anything to distract Mari from this. Then an idea popped up in his mind.

“Hey, Mari… Did you remember the one time me, you and nii-san were in your house for a sleepover?” Muichiro asked Mari, a small smile appearing on his face. Mari looks up to Muichiro, letting out a small ‘hm’ and blinking before answering.

“U-Uhh… Which one to be specific?” The green-eyed girl wipes her tears as she raises one of her eyebrows.

“When we were 10! Both you and I decided to try to make smores with the stove…” The mint-green eyed boy trailed off, finding himself feeling slightly embarrassed of what he’s about to say, but then giggled shortly after.

“..You and I forgot to turn the stove off and the house would’ve probably been in flames if it weren’t for nii-san turning it off…” He continued, before letting out another small giggle. Mari returned the giggle.

“Ah… right… He reprimanded us and pulled both of our ears. Haha…” Mari started to smile, making Muichiro’s smile widen.

“He was like ‘Do you both wanna burn the house down, you two?! I can’t believe you both forgot to turn off the stove just because my little pony was on TV!’ Pfft…” Mari quoted Yuichiro’s words, eventually the two laughed together, Mari seemingly forgetting about her anxiousness. This made Muichiro relieved. He loves Mari’s smile.

“Oh my god… Mui! Did you remember the time when we entered middle school and the three of us were new to this school?” Mari asked Muichiro with a grin. Muichiro’s eyes widened before nodding and giggling.

“Right! You got lost and caused a huge scene! Shinazugawa-sensei chased you down the halls after you bumped into him carrying a bunch of papers and it scattered around!” The two shared a good moment to laugh at any funny moments they remember.

And it was like that for a while…

“Milo and I were late to school, so I helped her sneak in and not get caught by Tomioka-sensei!”

“Nii-san nearly had a heart attack when we saw you wearing your Halloween costume!”

“Oh! Oh! My cousins and I accidentally brought way more eggs than necessary and nee-chan was really… disappointed…in us for that…”

Eventually, the two heard the door unlocking, making Mari remember that they were stuck in this classroom.

“Ah, right. Forgot about this…” Mari said before grasping Muichiro’s arm and hugging it tight as they watch the door slide open, revealing whoever unlocked the door and them stepping in.

“Mari…?! Tokito?!” Riko looks at the couple in shock as Mari did the same too. Muichiro only had his eyebrows widened.

“N-Nee-chan…!” Mari immediately stood up and rushed towards her older sister, bear hugging her tight.

“Nee-chan! Thank god you’re here!” Mari cried out, tightening her hug. Riko stood still for a moment before chuckling and returning the hug, gently patting her younger sister.

“..It was my time to do night-patrol and I heard voices here… I was wondering where you two were. I’m guessing you both got stuck here…” The blonde explained. Muichiro stood up and walked towards the Kaizumi sisters, putting his hand on Mari’s shoulder.

“Ah. That reminds me. Tokito, your brother was looking for you and Mari. He was worried something might’ve happened to you two.” Riko informed Muichiro, who nodded in response. Mari…seemed to have fallen asleep, hugging Riko. The two stared at the sleeping brunette before the bakery teacher giggled, holding Mari and picking her up.

“Looks like my baby sister is asleep now… I’d return her back to home but I’m still on my duty…” Riko sighed, unsure what to do.

“Oh, I can take her home if you want, Kaizumi-sensei.” Muichiro suggested, gently patting the sleepy Mari.

“Ah… If that’s not too much trouble, Tokito.” Riko responded, giving a slightly worried but warm smile. Muichiro shook his head and took the sleepy brunette from Riko, holding her bridal style.

“Not at all.” Muichiro said, smiling fondly at his girlfriend and kissing her forehead, gently. The blue-eyed woman giggled at Muichiro’s actions.

“In that case, I should head back to my duties now. You should get going since I’ll be locking back this classroom.” Riko advised. The long-haired boy nodded silently and head out of the classroom with Mari in his arms. Riko stared at the wide open door, smiling.

“Those two are a match made in heaven…” Riko mumbled to herself, sighing. The keys chimed as she grabs them before exiting the classroom and locking it

Kimetsu academy whispers:

Mari may have made Muichiro stay in her house for the night...since she held onto him in his sleep... Or that's just Muichiro's excuse since he has the capability to get out of her grasp...

Mari always had this fear of being stuck in a room with no way out, hence why she was anxious and scared.

Mari likes fluttershy

I also made this fic during school so it may suck ass HAHAHD

[fakegingerrights]

Mind the Gap

[I haven’t actually posted the first fic in this new style yet but the idea is pretty much short 1-2 scene quickfics about 5-6 hunner words I can write in between my class breaks instead of trying to fit my ideas entirely into whole fics. This is Echo x Reader, just a fluffy little thing.]

You cackled at Echo’s exasperation over the comm, tugging on a jacket and your shoes as you went to go fetch him from his predicament.

He was stuck a few levels above you, where he had been visiting Crosshair and his partner. Since the war had ended, a lot had changed with you two. Changes in routine were common, especially with simple things. With a mechanic down the street from your little housing block, one of the ‘simple things’ that had been neglected in civilian life was the charging of Echo’s alternate batteries for his legs, in case the kinetic charger failed.

Which lead to the current predicament. Echo had tripped over a gap in the catwalk on his way home. He had meant to get the kinetic charger on his left leg fixed that evening, but his leg had decided to die on him, leaving him stuck.

“Yes, because this is so funny.” He grumped as you came into sight with a new battery.

“I mean, it kinda is.” You shrugged. “The tough and gutsy ARC trooper of a thousand battles defeated by his own lack of foresight and a faulty battery charger.” You crouched down by where his foot was caught in the gap.

The plating was loose and with a little delicate maneuvering and you pulling up on the loose panel of the catwalk, you managed to get his foot free with minimal scuff marks on the glossy black coating of his prosthetic.

With a hand on your shoulder for balance the two of you helped him hobble to the lift down to your level.

“Hey, it’s alright. Accidents happen.” You reassure him, kissing his cheek which was still red with embarrassment. “And I’m sorry for laughing. You’re just so unflappable and careful and brave that it’s so funny to me you’d be stopped by a dead battery of all things.”

“…when you put it that way, it is pretty amusing.” Echo conceded, the embarrassed blush fading.

“Besides, any excuse to get in your pants sounds great for me.”

The comment got you a callused palm to the face as he playfully shoved you away, making a face. “That was horrible.”

“How else am I gonna get at the panel at your thigh?” You pout. Echo rolled his eyes.

“You aren’t going to be doing anything. I can replace the battery on my own.” He huffed, hopping on his good foot as you unlocked and opened the door, flopping on the couch as soon as he was in range. His dead leg stuck out a comical angle.

“I know you can, dear.” You sigh, helping him tug his pants off and folding them neatly, leaving him in his undershorts and giving access to the panel on his thigh. Leaning down, you press a kiss to the ring of scars that just barely peak out from where his visible leg ends and the metal starts, although you knew from past experiences his legs went down farther inside the prosthetic.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” Echo muttered, the blush creeping back up his neck.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” You winked at him cheekily. Echo deftly got the panel on his thigh open and the battery changed out. You pulled him to his feet as he flexed his ankle, then knee to check nothing had been damaged.

“Had enough adventure today?” You ask, watching him take a few test paces.

“Nope. We’re going to that mechanic and getting the leg fixed right now.”

Snorting, you rolled your eyes and grabbed your coat yet again.

[detective-giggles]

Unexpected Dates

Three fics in a week, who even am I??? Okay, just another short little ficlet for the Tarlos Wedding Celebration. I love alternate meetings, can you tell? Anyway- truth is, this has been finished for a while and I’ve just been looking for an excuse to post it. @sanjuwrites and @chaotictarlos have been very encouraging with this one, so… A little college AU

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Carlos pushed his way through the throng of mostly drunk college kids on his way up the stairs. This frat party was not his scene, and he was counting down the minutes until he could make his way back to the quiet of his dorm room.

The door to the roof was, surprisingly, unlocked and he let out a little sigh of relief as he escaped the overcrowded frat house to the rooftop. He was expecting that the roof wouldn’t be completely quiet but he wasn’t actually expecting to bump into another person up here.

“Hey.”

“Oh! Sorry! I just had to get out of there for a few minutes, I didn’t mean to bother anyone.”

“You didn’t.” He shrugged and smiled, handing over a blue glass bottle. “Want a drink?”

“Huh? Um, no, thanks. I don’t…drink.” Carlos murmured.

The other man laughed and his green eyes twinkled in the moonlight. “I don’t either. It’s just mineral water.” He raised his eyebrows and offered Carlos the bottle again.

“Oh. Yeah, okay. Thanks.” Carlos took the drink gratefully, popped open the bottle and took a sip. “Uh, I’m Carlos.”

“TK.”

“Does that stand for something?”

“Sure does.” TK nodded but didn’t elaborate. “It’s nice out here.”

“Uh huh.” Carlos took another sip of water and leaned his forearms on the ledge, watching the students below.

“You know this is a rush party? You’re not really gonna make a good impression with the brothers hiding up here with me.”

“I’m fine with that. This isn’t my idea of a good time,” Carlos admitted. “Mateo, my roommate begged me to come and then promptly ditched me when we got here.”

“He’s not too bright is he?” TK asked. “For ditching you, I mean.”

“What about you? Not worried about making a good impression?”

TK shrugged. “I’m a legacy. They’re stuck with me, whether they want me or not.” When he caught Carlos’ blank look he explained, “My dad was an Alpha Beta Zeta. They have to take me. It’s like a rule or something.”

“How do you feel about that?” Carlos turned his gaze to TK who shrugged again. “Do you want to follow in your dad’s footsteps?”

“My dad’s a great guy. I’ll be lucky to be half the man that he is.”

“That doesn’t really answer the question.”

“You know, I actually think we have a math class together,” TK said.

The change in subject caught Carlos off-guard and he paused, trying to remember if he’d seen TK around the auditorium. “Maybe? That class is huge. I don’t know how you’d notice anyone in there.”

“You’re hard to miss. You sit in the second row. Glasses. And you chew your pen when you get anxious.”

Carlos felt his cheeks flush.

“I’m actually doing okay in that class- if you ever want a study partner,” TK offered.

“Oh, maybe? I mean, sure.” Carlos pulled his phone out of his back pocket, unlocked it, and handed it to TK. “I’d like that.”

TK grinned and typed in his number before handing it back to Carlos.

“So, your roommate is still down at the party?” TK confirmed.

“Yeah, I think so. He hasn’t texted me to tell me he left, so…”

“And we’ve both agreed that neither one of us wants to be here?”

Carlos flashed a little grin. “Definitely not. I’ll be happy if this is the only frat party I ever attend while I’m here.”

TK hopped off the ledge and dusted the dirt off his jeans and the back of his hoodie. “Excellent. I could walk you back to your place?” he offered with a mischievous grin.

“Sure.”

“Come on.” TK put one hand on the small of Carlos’ back and opened the door with the other, leading Carlos back inside and down the stairs.

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Hey! 21, 28 and 31 for the writing asks if you're still down to answer some <3

Yeah, I'm still answering them! Thank you dear.

21. Can you accurately predict how long your fics are going to be? If you can, what's your secret?

Hahahahahaha NO. I absolutely cannot predict the length of my fics. I thought my old Maximoffs Crimson Peak AU would be, idk, maybe 9k? (It's 23k). I thought my Perc'ahlia Soulmate AU would be a oneshot (it is not). I thought I could do Ghost Cass as a oneshot! (it is a multi-part series). I consistently underestimate how long my fics are gonna be until I get towards the end and can reliably go "Oh, I have two-three more scenes to hit, and then it's done". Before that point? Absolutely not.

28. Any writing advice that works for you and you feel like sharing?

I have a few go-tos!

Vary sentence length both to keep things interesting and to measure the intensity of a scene

(Relatedly, read poetry, because it encourages you to be creative with word choice and sentence structure)

Learned from @tobermoriansass: If you get stuck, go back and delete or remove the last couple lines. Usually the problem is a little ago.

Also from tobermoriansass: When you pause writing, pausing mid-sentence can help you get back into the swing of writing easier. (I am bad at this one because it needles my brain but it DOES help precisely because of the needling).

From @deweydecibelsystem: vignette styles! All those Maximoff fics I did in Vignette style with numeralled sections? I stole that style entirely from Niamh because it let me just jump from scene to scene without worrying too much about connective tissue. It got me to write more than any other one thing.

And lastly, the one which gives me all my ideas and keeps me going: always ask why, what purpose does this serve, and what implications does this provide. Thinking about why characters do what they do, what their actions mean and speak to about themselves can spur a great deal of fic.

31. What was the most difficult fic for you to write (but in the end you made it)?

I... don't know? Most of the time if I get an idea there's some underlying part which compels me and makes writing easier, even fun. There are parts of fics I struggled on but like... I mean there's one oneshot I did for something I don't like and put off writing but that wasn't difficult it just felt kind of bland to me so I procrastinated more out of lack of personal hooks to the premise than because it was difficult.

So.. yeah, I think there's more parts of fics I've found difficult or cases where my drive has run low and I've needed a break, but I don't think I've ever found any one particular fic difficult to write.