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Get Stuffed

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus-sized Latina!Reader

Summary: Dean enjoys the way you cook Christmas dinner with a Latin flair, even if Sam likes to tease him about his insatiable appetite. You remind Sam about the true reason behind one of Dean’s biggest quirks.

AN: This was requested by my lovely friend @iprobablyshipit91: Sam making the usual digs at Dean about his diet, and how much he eats, and the reader pulling him aside and telling him to back off as he doesn’t realize how much Dean went hungry as a kid to make sure Sam was fed.

Word Count: 1,800 Tags/Warnings: Fluff, innuendo, tinge of angst

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“Aw, hell yeah,” Dean mutters. He rubs his hands together and surveys the immovable feast that’s about to get shoveled into his mouth.

This Christmas marks roughly your first year living with the brothers Winchester in the bunker, and a few months after your first anniversary with Dean.

He’s made it very clear that he enjoys your cooking, especially of Cuban food. So you’ve gone all out for Christmas: white rice and your grandmother’s recipe for black beans, boiled yuca with plenty of garlic, bread drizzled with more garlic and olive oil, and Dean’s favorite…

“What’s this part of the pig called again?” he asks. And he uses a large fork to spear into the mountain of roasted meat that you’ve already cut and piled onto a platter.

You come in from the kitchen with the bread in hand, placing it on the dinner table. You sidle up behind him, where he's seated.

“The shoulder,” you say, squeezing both of Dean’s. He hums in interest as you press a kiss to the side of his head. “It’s called pernil. Marinated with garlic, mojo, bunch of good stuff.”

He predictably steals a juicy piece of meat, plopping it into his mouth. He grins while he chews and makes a happy sound.

“Ohoho, yeah.”

You share an amused look with Sam, who sits beside his brother. By the time you’ve found your seat on Dean’s other side, he’s already serving you and Sam the same hefty portions he serves himself.

You know for a fact you’re only going to eat about half of your plate. Sam manages to polish his off. Dean does as well…and serves himself twice more before you break out the dessert.

“Please tell me that’s a flan,” Dean says, drumming his fingers on the table.

“How the hell are you still hungry?” Sam asks.

The look on his face says he’s half entertained, half disgusted. Dean is still sucking on the crispy skin on a piece of pork. He licks the juices off his fingers.

“Have I taught you nothing?” he says. “There’s always room for dessert.”

He tosses you a wink, followed closely by a suggestive smirk. You glance at him with a smile as you set down the metal pan.

“It is a flan,” you affirm. “I tried my hand at coconut this time.”

“Ooh, tropical,” Dean says, waggling greasy fingers. He wipes them on a napkin before he reaches for the pie cutter, which is usually reserved for his favorite dessert. Although, flan is rapidly becoming his second go-to. The rich custardy goodness is calling to him like a siren song.

“How can I get you to make this more often?” Dean mutters while carving out a generous slice.

Your lips curve. You rest your chin on your hand and lean towards him, earning his gaze. “If I made it all the time, you wouldn’t savor it, now would you?”

Dean smirks. His gaze lowers to your lips, like he’s contemplating some persuasive maneuvers.

“You’d also be 300 pounds,” Sam remarks, taking a sip of his beer.

You eye Sam with a frown. But Dean just laughs it off and cuts his little brother a slice.

By the end of the meal, all three of you are stuffed. Dean groans and leans back in his seat. A gurgle mounts audibly from his stomach.

“Jesus. Are you erupting?” Sam says.

Dean holds up a finger. “Wait for it.”

You give your boyfriend a bemused look. You know exactly what’s about to happen. As does Sam, who’s grimacing.

A few seconds later, Dean does erupt, with a truly legendary belch.

“Nice,” you say wryly. Dean squeezes your soft, thick thigh and backs his chair away from the table.

“Well, since I roasted the pig and you did the rest, I’d say it’s Sammy’s turn on cleaning duty,” he says.

“Thanks,” Sam says, with a wan smile. Yours is more jovial, even as Dean’s hand toys with a curl of your hair after he stands.

“I’m gonna shower off the meat sweats,” he says.

You giggle, but you nod. “You do that. I’ll help Sam a bit, put away the food at least.”

Your smile becomes more genuine when Dean drops a kiss on your forehead from above.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he says. His voice is a quiet, deep rumble washing over you. You know what he’s thanking you for: good food, and a small, but warm Christmas.

You reach up and give his cheek a tender touch, before he withdraws and makes his way to the bedroom he shares with you. It leaves you and Sam to collect what’s on the table and bring it all into the kitchen. While Sam does the dishes, you start to put away the leftovers.

Something has been nagging at you all night, though you’ve tried to stamp it down time and time again. You don’t know if it's your place to say something. Especially if Dean doesn’t seem bothered…but it bothers you. And you’ve never been one to hold your tongue.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” you begin, even as a small bit of trepidation niggles inside you.

Sam looks over at you. He’s quick to catch the serious note in your demeanor.

“Yeah, what’s up?” he replies. You okay? his eyes also ask.

“Why do you get on Dean so much for enjoying his food?” you ask.

Sam blinks. Then he scoffs a little. “There’s enjoying, and then there’s gluttony.”

“He’s not that bad,” you argue.

“He ate half his weight in pig,” Sam says. You can’t exactly deny that, but you cross your arms and turn to him, leaning your hip against the counter.

“So? It’s Christmas. Let him be happy,” you retort.

Sam levels you with pinched brows. “He’s not in his 20s anymore. All that crap he eats is going to catch up to him someday.”

“What, you expect him to down some kale smoothies?” you reply, giving a pointed brow raise and a teasing smile. “Get up at the crack of dawn for a bare-chested run?”

Sam shoots you a dry look.  

“My point is, I’m not gonna survive hundreds of monster attacks just to get taken down by cholesterol,” he says.

You sigh a raise a placating hand. “All right. I get what you’re saying. I’m just saying…have you ever thought about why he loves food so much? Why he overindulges sometimes?”

Sam's brow quirks. It’s a question you know you need to tread lightly in order to answer. You uncross your arms to lay a hand on Sam’s wrist. He stops washing dishes and turns off the sink to give you his full attention, sensing your shift.

You look up at him, and you steel yourself.

“He might’ve mentioned once…that you two sometimes had a hard time growing up. With John taking you guys from motel to motel while he was working a job, and every now and then, leaving you guys alone longer than he meant to.”

Dean had been more than a bit drunk when you’d gotten this out of him. Hearing about that aspect of his upbringing had upset you, not just as someone who cared about him, but the caretaker in you smarted.

“Even though you guys didn’t have enough money at times, your brother always made sure you were fed,” you explain. You meet Sam’s gaze, squeezing his arm. “Sometimes he went without.”

Sam’s expression slowly slackens, contemplative and dismayed at what you’re implying. He dries his hands on a kitchen towel and rubs at his mouth, like he’s reeling back the years of evidence in his mind and trying to confirm if you were right.

“You don’t remember?” you gently ask.

Sam shakes his head. “I mean, I knew things were tight. I remember him taking care of me, obviously. But…”

He doesn’t remember his brother going hungry.

It carves a hole of remorse in his chest.

This isn’t the first time he’s had to reexamine Dean’s role in his life, and not the first time he’s felt this flavor of guilt. But he sighs and really doesn’t know what to say.

You seem to realize that, and you squeeze his arm one last time.

“Just keep that in mind,” you implore.

You soon leave him to venture upstairs, but there in the kitchen, Sam makes a resolution before the new year. One that includes having a conversation with his brother.

You find Dean in your bedroom. Now in his most threadbare sweatpants and an old black shirt, he lays over the covers on the bed. His eyes are closed and his arms are folded behind his head, but he hears you when you come in.

You slide into bed next to him and lay your head on his chest. He groans deep and slowly lowers his arms. One of them wraps around your frame.

“Think I overdid it a bit,” he admits, cracking his eyes open. You smile and gently pat his stomach. 

“Wanna go for a walk tomorrow?” you ask. “We can go down to the park.”

Dean raises a brow at you. “You hate walking.”

“Not true,” you shake your head, before you rest more comfortably against him. He tucks you in beside him and begins to run his fingers down your arm. It’s a bit distracting.

“Could be nice, with the right view,” you add, though you shiver a little at his touch.

Dean makes a sound of mild interest in the idea. “I guess, if you like stringy trees and frozen lakes.”

It’s winter in Lebanon. Not much to look at.

You smirk and press a kiss to his chest. “I mean, that, and you in some little Richard Simmons shorts.”

Dean gives you a look, and you giggle so hard it shakes your whole body against him.

“Honestly, I think that’ll really do it for me,” you tease. You walk two fingers across his thigh, where a cute pair of ‘80s-style exercise shorts would cut off.

Dean grabs your hand and rolls you over, pinning you underneath him on the bed. His thigh slips between both of yours, causing friction against your jeans. And he smirks down at you.

“Sweetheart, I don’t do shorts.”

AN: 😂 A little callback to S1 at the end there. I hope you guys liked this! Just in time to prepare for my Christmas cooking! ❤️💚

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❛ i'm waiting for your permission to let me have my way with you. ❜

❛ i'll take good care of you, i promise. ❜

❛ you came so fast, i barely even touched you. ❜

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♡♡♡ |  Din Djarin x Reader | Drabble | 1.4k words

tags: NSFW, minors do not interact, afab!reader, breastplay, reader has boobs and a bra, soft gentle Mando, some hints of inexperience, fingering (gloves stay on), helmet stays on. not proofread.

You felt yourself grow hot under Mando’s piercing gaze, the helmet doing little to obscure his admiration of your features. The Mandalorian stood perfectly still, his back and the back of his left shoulder leaned against the durasteel panels forming the belly of the Razor Crest. The only indications of his unwavering attention on your form were the occasional tilts of his helmet, so he could peer through the dark visor at a better angle. 

Despite the abundance of nerves twisting your gut and electrifying the tip of each of your fingers, you were determined to make the night one that Din would remember- or rather, one that was worth remembering. Somehow you doubted sexual intercourse, of any kind, was an activity he partook in often.

To stabilize the shaking of your hands, you allowed your tingling fingertips to roam over your skin, accentuating the dips and curves of your torso tantalizingly. You could swear his gaze scorched your skin where you touched yourself, sighing a soft moan under your breath, just loud enough for him to hear. 

It worked. You could hear Mando’s shallow sigh as he adjusted his weight so he could lean on his other shoulder, muscled thighs deliberately causing delicious friction between his legs. 

His fingers were hooked beneath his belt as he leaned further back against the wall of the hull, his grip alternating between tightening and loosening as your hands ghosted over the swell of your breasts, still covered by the slightly unflattering sports bra. It was clear your actions were affecting him, the increasing shifting of his weight betraying more than he thought. Yet he made no efforts to move over to you, to touch you, have his way with you.

“What are you waiting for, Din? I’m getting cold over here.” you purr, a playful tone tugging at your words. 

A low chuckle rumbled from the modulator built into his helmet. In response to your question, he pushed himself away from the wall, leather boots clicking against the metal flooring slowly as he sauntered his way over to you.

“I'm waiting for your permission to let me have my way with you.” came his response as he stopped right in front of you, arms remaining at his sides. 

Although his voice was cool and unwavering, his words betrayed perhaps some inexperience, slight uncertainty. Still, you had no qualms with guiding him through it if it meant having him. You’d waited plenty of months for this moment to happen- and it seemed that at the first moment the child was being babysat elsewhere, it did. 

Instead of giving him a verbal response, you reached out to gently grasp at his armored wrists, plucking them from his belt and placing them on top of your breasts. Immediately, Din cupped his hands, his thumbs ghosting over your nipples beneath the fabric. He was not going to make you say anything if you didn’t want to, your intentions were clear. Somehow, you felt that despite your attempts to hide it, Din was perfectly aware of your nerves. 

Your confirmation of that thought came soon after.

His right hand moved up from your chest to trace over your neck, before settling on your cheek. He tipped his head forward until the cold beskar of his helmet came to rest against your forehead.

“I'll take good care of you, cyar’ika, I promise.” he rumbled, his thumb drawing tiny circles on your jaw. Your stomach fluttered.

Din took several more steps forward, his chest plate pressing against you, as he grabbed you by the shoulders and carefully lowered you onto his bed. It was cramped, even more so once the armored man climbed on top of you, but you couldn’t care less. This was probably still leagues better than any dingy motel room you could have gotten around here.

You quickly tried to perch yourself up as you tried to take off your bra, something Din gladly helped you with.

It surprised you how gentle Din was. Even as he went back to avert his focus back to your bare chest, his touches and squeezes remained light.

It strongly contrasted the sexual tension you’d both undoubtedly been aware of for the past few weeks. He seemed eager to keep you assured and comfortable- or perhaps even himself. 

“Beautiful.” he breathed, pinching your nipple between his fingers. You were loud, unapologetically so. You thought his fingers might drive you crazy if he kept touching you like this. 

“Din…” you moan softly, tucking your lip under your front teeth. You didn’t mind him taking it slow, or at least you wouldn’t, if it weren’t for the fact you were about to snap from how badly you wanted him to touch you down there. 

For someone you assumed to have so little experience, Din seemed to read your wants and needs without a problem. Without asking you to clarify, his hands immediately started moving their way down your body, toying with the zipper of your trousers. Perhaps he was just particularly attuned to you, after spending so many months together.

The Mandalorian made quick work of your pants and underwear, discarding them to the floor behind him without a second glance. 

He shifted his weight so that he was somewhat awkwardly leaning on his left arm, his gaze intensely fixated on your pussy. It was slightly embarrassing, the urge to cover your face only beaten by the desire to watch what he would do next. 

You looked at the hand that was now resting on your naked thigh, still covered in fabric and beskar, and for a moment you wondered when he’d take them off. You didn’t get any more time to wonder, however, when he swept his thumb through your slit with a firmness that strongly contrasted his earlier touches.

You gasped, mewling loudly for Din to hear, your knees folding instinctively, Your body’s involuntary attempt to crawl away failed, however, thanks to the strong hand on your thigh keeping you in your place. 

“Easy there.” he hushed you, giving your thigh a soft squeeze. “Just let me make you feel good.”

And you were more than eager to let him. 

Din’s lithe touches might have lacked experience, but they were far from lacking in observative intent. It didn’t take him long to find your clit, gaged by your trembles and soft cries. His helmet tipped slightly to the right as you moaned for him, clearly enjoying the show you were giving him. He repeated his movements, pressing your clit between his index and middle finger, rubbing up and down deliciously firmly, yet so tantalizingly slow. 

The sensation of the coarse fabric of his gloves only added to the blissful sensation, another twist of his fingers causing your eyes to roll back.

“That’s right, cyar’ika…” the Mandalorian encouraged your reactions with a hushed tone. His fingers had started to move down to your opening, index finger teasing at the entrance. 

However, before he could insert his deliciously thick digits, his palm accidentally pressed against your sensitive nub roughly. With his previous touches and the months of this desire for Din to make you cum, you couldn’t hold back anymore. The orgasm rocked through your body with a loud cry, followed by a silence only filled with your soft panting.

Din blinked behind his visor, shoulders drawn back as he just stared at you, slightly perplexed.

“You came so fast, I barely even touched you.” 

A loud sigh vented between your lips, the teasing nature of his comment not going unnoticed. 

“You drive me insane.” was your only response as you tried to recompose yourself. Din, however, wasn’t done with you. You could feel his fingers prod around your entrance again. He was obviously desperate to be inside you in any way. 

Before he could plunge his digits inside, you grabbed his wrist, causing him to lift his helmet and look you in the eyes again. 

“C’mon…” you smirked, grabbing him by his shoulder plate and dragging him back on top of you.

“There’s something of yours I want inside me much more than your fingers.”

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Melting In His Hands

Kaeya Alberich x Gender Neutral Reader smut

This post contains sexual content. Viewer discretion is advised.

WORD COUNT: ~3.2K

TAGS/WARNINGS: kinda domestic leadup, slight jealousy, little angsty, pet name: "babe/baby," reader's virginity loss, size kink, (maybe masochistic-ish reader?), pre-established relationship, masturbation while thinking about the reader, riding, pygophilia (bc kaeya is totally an ass guy), cumming inside

NOTE: if you happen to be vegan or vegetarian, please do not read the following (for the reader makes soup)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I think I got super carried away with this one (also because I designed a banner)... yet, I'm so happy that you like my blog <3 and I hope you're satisfied with how I've interpreted your request <3 I attempted to make this realistic while still trying to make it romantic :> Tell me what you think!!!

You hear something creak open as you stand in the kitchen, all while you're pouring water into a pot full of browned meat. You rotate your head, watching the mahogany door leisurely squeak ajar and drag your eyes to the floor. You notice the decorated black boots with the signature gold diamond cross the frame and step onto the polished wooden floors, accompanied by the familiar sound of gentle swinging chainlinks clinking against one another.

You call out to Kaeya, your boyfriend—welcoming him back with a smile on your face as you close the pot with a metal lid. The air smells of garlic and the mouth-watering smell of meat, and you throw your thick oven mittens off to hear the man's sultry chuckle from just beyond the door.

"Well, it certainly smells good around here~" he chimes as he begins to take off his coat. "What are you making today, babe?"

"A warm and sour pork-vegetable soup with some rice~" you begin. "I recently got them from Childe, who actually visited while you were gone."

"Ohoho, so that's what was in the paper bag when he dropped the headquarters today... I actually recall him saying that it was a gift for a friend,' but I wouldn't have thought that it would have just been food."

You smile, nodding happily as you take Kaeya's coat just hanging off the tips of his fingers, slinking it onto a branch of the coat rack just in the entryway of your cozy abode.

"I'm really happy about it... tonight's dinner is a recipe that my parents had left me before I moved to Mondstadt and joined Albedo's team!" you remark, smile, and wink as you walk over to restack the awry-clothed cooking gloves.

Kaeya cracks a grin at you as he slips out of his boots and leaves them in the tile entryway, approaching the kitchen as he cracks his digits and joints and glides almost like a swan across the space. You feel him immediately wrap his arms around your waist from behind, along with pair of chapped lips pressing gently on your jawline. He's domestically adorable and cutely charming at the same time that you promptly turn around and slide your fingers through his conditioned locks, burying them in the roots of his hair. Regardless of your height, you raise yourself by standing on the balls of your feet and running your thumb across his lips, before slowly retracting your hand to cup his cheek and replacing the gesture with the sensation of your silky-soft lips. Both of you stayed like that for just about a third of a minute, floating on air

Kaeya sinks his head onto your shoulder, resting the tip of his jaw on your shoulder. He sighs of contentment and ponders on wandering thoughts with closed eyes. Perhaps this is what love is? Is it as though tenderness or affection secretes off of a person like an oozing saccharine type of honey? Or is it closer to being a chilling comfort in a swarm of heat, or the other way around? Kaeya wonders what it means. After all, being the notoriously-charming "Cavalry Captain" of Mondstadt certainly brings its reputation, and you are certainly not the first partner he's had. Yet, the way he flushes red at the very tips of his ears almost argues that he's new to romance. The manner in which he brushes his fingers through your hair while you two are talking about your day. The methods in which you two cuddle are intimate—with the two of you always facing each other and weaving your limbs around each other's bodies like meticulous and needled-to-perfection embroidery.

But it seems like there's a new scent that dangles on the edges of your clothing this time. What is it? It's... slightly floral, sweet, and just enough bitterly combined with your sweat to create a rather... intoxicating scent that attracts Kaeya like a bug to a flytrap. He's... not sure. Yet, little to his knowledge, you had bought some new candles and were mixing together some condiments and spices to test a new sauce that could go with braised pork.

"Pray... tell... is there a reason why you smell so good this evening?"

You turn to look at him confusedly (despite the fact that he rests himself on your shoulder with his arms wrapped around your waist), and then proceed to look around the counter, searching for an inch of reason as to why your lover would prompt such a question.

"Well... I'm not sure, I know I was folding fresh laundry and aired out the blankets in the sunlight earlier this afternoon, and then after I set the bed—I started making dinner a couple of hours ago. Of course, I did get some special honey from the bag that Childe gave me, so—"

You feel a hot inhale on your clothes that breathe in you with just a smidge of desperation, and a chilly exhale that clamors with a fit of slight jealousy. While shivering at the gesticulation, Kaeya's arms tighten a little more, and his breathing hitches uncharacteristically for just a moment.

"Sorry... you talk about him so much, and I'm not... quite too sure why I feel so irked."

You ruminate on his expressions. After all, after a few months of dating, the relationship between you two feels a little stagnate. But... naturally, you come to the conclusion that he may be envious, even if the Captain himself doesn't realize it.

"I... need you..." he mutters to himself merely as a passing thought, completely forgetting that he's resting on you and following you around while you're putting things away.

"Need me for what, (preferred pet name here)?"

He lets go of you immediately, brushing himself off as he hides his face behind closed hands—praying that you don't catch a glance of his flustered expression.

"No need to worry about what I said... I was only talking to myself. I shall be in the bedroom if you need me, but I need some time to think. Alone," he says, nearly stuttering with his words as he deflects your question.

Rather strange, he's always... so straightforward with his intentions, even if his words are laced with glitter and gold. You watch as he swiftly walks off, fading into the darkness of the hallway like a fleeting shadow in the night. Kaeya vanishes with a pounding heart and a racing mind. How could he say that? How could he say such a thing to you? At this rate, he'll scare you away! No matter... he retreats behind the painted white door, shutting himself into the bedroom, where he catches the floral scent that lingered on the threads of your attire. Hurriedly, he unbuckles his belt and sets his sword sheaths and bindings gently on hanging wall hooks, letting his waist accessories simply drop to the ground. Leaning on the wall with his right arm, he looks down at the bulge growing bigger on his left side, sucking in a breath from how tight it feels in his skinny pants.

He groans, wrapping his hand behind him as he undoes his own corset with one hand—allowing it to loosen and drop down to the floor as he steps out of the black-stringed bodice. He can't stop thinking about how happy you were when you kept allowing Childe's name to escape your lips. Why talk about him so much? And Kaeya knows better than to be jealous of an acquaintance or friend or... whatever, of yours—but he can't help but just want more of you.

You are the longest partner he's ever had. The reason that lovers had left him in the past was that they couldn't handle the fact the Knights get busy from time to time.

And now that you're here, patient with him, more importantly—gentle with his heart, he's afraid to move as fast as he normally does.

He wants to bond with you. Although sex is a pleasure to relieve stress, he values and thinks of it as a way to bond. He thinks of it as a form of trust, watching one another in the barest of forms. Yet, Kaeya acknowledges himself better than to drag you into such... impure antics. He put aside his own desire, all so he can move at your pace.

But it eats away at him too.

He wants to know what it's like to truly pin you under his grasp, and kiss you in your most sensitive spots. Watching your squirm nervously... to watch you shudder, shiver, and moan at the way he touches—he's dying to view such a gorgeous sight. He wants your affection, but even more so than he does currently.

It's that he's just too afraid to ask.

But as he slips off his shirt, he brushes off his existential thoughts of desire mixed with self-loathing and overwhelming palms at his cock, thinking about you and how your clothes cling tightly to your skin. He doesn't care for your size. What matters to him? The fact that you're willing to embrace his imperfections just as much as he embraces yours. After stripping off everything but his pants, he lies in the middle of the bed with his body laid against the backmost board of the bedframe. He slips his hand beneath his briefs, letting the band gently slap against his skin before pulling down his black slacks just above his knees so that he can begin to embrace beauty.

"Embracing beauty," as in beginning to pump his hand up and down his hardened cock to the thought of you begging for him. Slumping into the mattress, he spits on his hand, letting the saliva drip down onto the tip and down his shaft. Hence why he trembles and spasms at the sudden temperature change in temperature, forcing more blood to rush down to the aroused appendage.

Unrecognizable in the haze of stimulation, you've been peeking through the slit of the door that you cracked open without him knowing.

He's kinda big...

Well, "kinda" is an understatement. You're sure as hell that if you were to put that thing inside you, it would (most likely) rip you in half, especially for a first time. But... what is it like to have sex?

He gasps, rapidly jacking himself off... muttering incoherent phrases as he runs his tongue over his lips to dampen them. "Haaaah... I love you... I love you... _______..."

You squeak, throwing your hand over your mouth to stifle your shocked babbles, but stumble through the door and collapse onto the floor. With a yelp, you try and redirect your gaze to the drawers beneath the mattress, rather than any direction pointing to Kaeya.

Attempting to lie, you frantically search for a reason as to why you're now in the room while the gentleman is only trying to please himself in the secrecy of your shared space.

"I'm sorry Kaeya, I just wanted to check on you—" you mutter, standing up wobbly.

Your gaze drifts to the pillow that Kaeya has placed over his crotch, and how his pants are slightly down. In a flustered fit, your boyfriend refuses to make eye contact with you. However, you see tears pricking at the edges of his lashes before he blinks quickly in succession and turns to you.

"Sorry that you've caught me in... this predicament, ______."

You reassure him, accepting whatever he's trying to be sorry for. Still, in your tightly clinging shirt and trousers, you climb onto the bed and crawl closer to him.

"I want to help you."

Like a lightbulb that's lit up, his eyes widen as he lifts his left palm to wipe the teardrops out of his eyes.

"I appreciate that... but are you doing this for me, or are you doing this for yourself?"

"Both."

You lean in to press a kiss against his now-moist lips while ignoring his previous reservations, and his lips waltz with passion as they dance with yours—bobbing in and out tenderly before they dive in to explore your oral cavity. His groans and your moans sing an orchestra of arousing verses, and before you know it, he's guiding you by your love handles with his calloused palms and placing you atop his thighs. Still making out with him, a smile curves on his lips, infectiously spreading to you as the both of you erupt in giggles and laughter, embracing one another as you scoot up his lap.

Fluid actions encapsulate the motions of your body. Kaeya nips at the skin on your shoulder, sucking into it as he runs his hands all over the sides of your body—eventually resulting in him trailing down to your nipples and giving them a gentle pinch with his thumb and pointer fingers.

"Is this your first time, babe?"

You nod nervously and spasm at the feeling of Kaeya's cold fingers circling around your hole. Whimpering at how thick it feels against your most sensitive parts, he only teases the rim, pressing the pads of his digits to stretch and tease the entrance so he can bond with you in a form most intimate for lovers like yourselves.

"It might hurt for just a second, okay?" Kaeya remarks, cupping your face with his left hand, looking to you for confirmation. And as you give a muffled "mhm," he teases his fingers and feels your natural lubrication suck his fingers in, plunging them in with some self-restraint.

"Ahah~ you're tight~ and I can feel you throbbing around me..." he chuckles, staring right into your lewd countenance. "You're really excited, aren't you?"

You've had passing thoughts of losing your virginity to your boyfriend. You too, have masturbated to the thought of him fucking you silly. And luckily, your fingering and self-fucking have helped deflower any previous and uncontrollable constrictions within your gummy walls. Nodding dazedly, you wrap your arms around his shoulders for stability—your legs nearly giving out, making you feel as though you're about to collapse on top of him.

He kisses your cheek, slowly inching in to start making out with you again. "You're so good... I wonder how I managed to find someone as sweet as you~" he says, beginning to nibble on the top of your earlobe as takes out his fingers gently, watching you vibrate and whimper helplessly without his touch.

With the same hand he just used to prep you, he wraps that arm around your waist and pulls your body closer to him—your chests literally snug up against each other.

"I'm going to ask this one more time... are you sure that you want this?" he mumbles, creasing his eyes with careful concern.

Adrenaline pumps through your veins to create a blur of muddled thoughts, all to where you don't even skip a beat or even reconsider your choice of words.

"As long as it's with you, I'll do anything."

Kaeya squeezes your ass, digging his fingers deep into your flesh as he bites softly into your shoulder—which elicits a whimper or a moan out of you.

"I promise to be gentle. Just make sure to tell me if it hurts," he begins, using the entirety of his strength to lower you atop his hard-on.

Just feeling the tip feels... comfortable. Comforting. It slides in, but for Kaeya, it feels like you're practically sucking him in without any regard for control. Noticing your lack of discomfort, he decides to lower you more so. And just after another inch or two (maybe about three or four in), you begin to feel the stretch and the burn. It's only when you get one more in that it feels like everything is on fire, and that your lower half is splitting in two. Mewls of pain and pleasure escape your lips—you know that the pain won't be forever, and choose to bear through him. Your panted breathing evokes a minusculely fleeting moment of anxiety in him. Before he can answer, you just keep reassuring him—and sink yourself down on your own accord. The both of you gasp, with Kaeya trembling in pleasure from the suffocation of your sensitive flesh, while tears trickle down your cheeks from the masochistic tendency and natural reaction of your body.

A minute passes of pain-wreaking havoc blended with the tingling phenomenon, sniffly tears, and hushed reaffirmation mixed with kisses that gently rid of your tears.

"You feel amazing," he remarks, embracing you tightly as he breathes in the scent of the honey-blossoms and freshener. "I'm going to move now—just relax..."

You yelp in a choked voice, feeling his balls press up against you while the entire length bottoms out inside of you. Slowly, he bucks his hips upwards into your groin as he throws his head back, brushing the bangs and locks obstructing his vision of you (who he considers his "whole world"). You catch a whiff of his cool, yet minty breath, all due to the natural composition that his body receives from his Cryo vision. Pressing your thighs together out of instinctual reaction, you close him in, accepting a slightly-more powerful thrust that's got you convulsing.

"If you keep squeezing around me like that, baby—" he utters, bouncing you up with a swift motion with a loud smack of your bodies against one another. "—I won't be able to hold myself back."

You're helpless when he mutters such a promise. With a drawn-out growl escaping Kaeya's lips, you can feel his pace quicken as you embrace him from both ends of your body—unable to ignore the knotting-like intricacies weaving in your belly at the speed of light, feeling as though the feeling will snap in half the longer he keeps up at this.

Naturally, Kaeya believes that you are his other half. While he is chilly and ice-cold at times (not just in his body, but his demeanor), you happen to be a flickering fire that lights up the whole room. Despite him taking the lead, he feels as though he's the one melting in your hands, ready to give the rest of himself to you as if he has nothing else.

He keeps pounding more, and more, and more, until neither of you can keep the feeling. You keep muttering and moaning in his ear about how you're about to finish, and he nods through hitched breaths, sharing the same unified sentiments. Cursing through his teeth, you feel his cock twitch as the pouring of a hot liquid fills your insides, practically boiling you as you cum and violently shake around him.

Collapsing around one another, he slides down the backboard stained with sweat to lay flat on the soaked and sticky bedsheets. You lay on top of him, still seizing from the pleasure from however long you lasted. After all, Kaeya makes sure he matches your pace, regardless of the speed. Subsequently followed by some deep breaths from the both of you, he chuckles, still keeping himself inside as he peppers kitten kisses on your forehead while ignoring your dozy exhaustion.

"Huff... I love you so much, babe."

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OC incorrect quotes

Thanks @mysticstarlightduck here!

Rules: this incorrect quotes generator to generate some incorrect quotes for your OCs!

Akash: How would you like your pancakes?

Jedi: Plain.

Maddie: With sprinkles!

Rose: Chocolate chips.

Ash: Potatoes.

*Jedi, Maddie, and Rose look at Ash*

Ash: What? They're good.

The Squad: *walking at the mall*

Rose: Hey, have any of you guys seen Ash? They’ve been gone for a while..

Noelle: Eh, nope.

Jedi: No, I haven’t...

Akash: Probably ran off to McDonald’s or something.

Ash: Hey.

Rose: Ooh, there you are-

Noelle: What the fu-

Akash: I- where were you?!

Ash: Walking right behind you guys.

Lexi: You use emoji’s like a straight person.

Rose: That’s literally the worst thing anyone has ever said about me.

Maddie: I taught the dog a new trick. *throws ball* Fetch!

Dog: *just stands there*

Akash: He didn’t do it.

Maddie: I taught him to ignore social conventions and think for himself.

*The Squad is at Jedi’s house*

Carmen: Ohhhh we each get our own oven?

Jedi: …N-No…

Jedi, laughing: How many ovens do you think I have???

Carmen, motioning to the kitchen: Three, I thought!

Rose: I see a-

Jedi, motioning to one device: This is a microwave.

Carmen: Oh, well I-

Jedi: Hey, wait wait, actually- hang on- *fiddles with the buttons on the microwave*

Jedi, amazed: Its got a bake setting!

Robbie: Ohoho, you learn something new every day!

Lexi: Do we- Do we roshambo for who gets to pick first?

Jedi: Now I’ve discovered more ovens than I thought, we don’t have to roshambo nothin’!

Jedi: I am someone who owns four ovens…

Jedi, louder and way too happy: I am someone… who owns FOUR OVENS…

Ash, pointing to another appliance: Also, the toaster oven!

Jedi:

Carmen: Ohhh, toasty boy! Four- Five ovens!

Jedi:

Jedi, ecstatic: I AM SOMEONE WHO OWNS FIVE OVENS.

Maddie: I got us matching friendship bracelets, and you say I don't care about our relationship.

Lexi: These are handcuffs.

Maddie: Yeah, 'cause we're partners in crime!

Carmen: Why are you doing this?

Akash: Same reason I do everything, Carmen. To get somebody to like me.

Akash: What's two plus two?

Robbie: Math.

Akash: ...I will accept that answer.

Akash, trying their first ever cup of coffee: I am ENERGY!

Ash, an avid coffee drinker, on their twelfth cup of the day: Someone slap me awake or I am literally going to fall into a coma in ten seconds.

*Kelsey falls over*

Carmen: Kelsey! Are you alright?

Kelsey: Is that you, God?

Carmen: What?

Kelsey: It's just, you sound a lot more like Carmen than I expected.

Rose: You think you're smarter than everyone else.

Noelle: I don't think I'm smarter than everyone else. I know I am.

Carmen: WHOEVER CAUSED THIS MESS IS GOING TO-

Akash: It was me...

Carmen: ...Is going to be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance.

Lexi: Ash! Gwen got that thing on the control panel working!

Ash: Wow! That looks pretty impressive.

Lexi: Yeah!

Ash: Any idea what it does?

Lexi: Not a clue.

Kelsey: Physically, yes, I could fight a bird, but emotionally? Imagine the toll!

Noelle: What am I supposed to do?

Rose: If I were you? I’d try and make peace with whatever deity, pantheon, or Divine Other you believe in.

Noelle: I’m an atheist.

Rose: Then just get ready to die I guess.

Gwen: So my burn from yesterday was actually hurting really bad so I put a bandaid on it.

Gwen: Does it make any sense to put a bandaid on a wound that wasn’t even open? No, but I would rather feel good than make sense.

I love these things

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𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝔂 9: 𝓛𝓲𝓮

Head empty zero thoughts.

I shall get caught up I swear to da LORD above.

Im planning on cranking out like 3 tonight

Stream Say It, Just Say It by The Mowglis.

Tags: Pour one out for @chrimsss

—This do have tickles below the cut ngl—

Nagisa was one to say that he proudly tries anything new. It may terrify the life out of him, but he tries anyways. This particular “try” was one that he was having great trouble with…

“So, whatcha up to?”

A certain redhead’s voice makes the latter jump. “Karma!”

“What? Just askin’ a question.” The Akabane boy sat backwards in the desk chair in front of him.

The classroom was empty, save for the blue-haired student. He was fiddling with something small between his fingers, invisible to Karma’s eye.

“Whatcha’ got there? Hmm?”

“Nothing!” Nagisa yelped in reply as he buried his head atop of his arms, hoping to hide the item.

“Fine. Wanna play this the hard way? Sure.”

With a whine of protest, Nagisa held his breath as he felt Karma’s fingers prod at his sides. He just had to hold out…

“Just show me what you’ve got, dear Nagisa.” Karma chimed as he pinched a bit.

The blue-haired boy tried his best, but little giggles dared to slip out. He jumped to his feet, cradling the little items in his hands and holding them over his head

“Oh, that’s- IT!”

The Akabane was soon scaling him like a mountain, yet somehow was managing to miss grabbing the object. “I don’t know how I overlooked what was right in front of me…”

Nagisa looked at his friend with confusion, eyes widening as he saw the boy hovering over him with clawed hands.

“Any last words?” Karma chimed, smiling evilly.

He sighed. “Do your worst.”

Karma’s fingers descended on the boy’s torso, playing his ribs like a piano. Nagisa’s arms lowered a bit, instinctively protecting the sensitive spot.

“Yohohohoull nehehever gehehehet ihihihit!”

“But what is the “it” I’ll never get, hmm?”

“Nahahat tehehehellihihihing.”

“Suit yourself.” The redhead shrugged as he moved down to pinch Nagisa’s stomach.

“Wahahai-hyehehahaha! Kahaharmahaha!”

“Just tell me!”

“Nohohoho! Eep! Nehehever!”

“You’re so annoying!”

“It dohohohoesnt mahahatter! Ihihill nehehever tehehell!”

The game continued for a good amount of time. Damn Nagisa and his stupid endurance. Karma tried everywhere. Knees, neck, tummy, sides, ears, ribs. No reaction. Except until he realized that he was a complete moron and the answer was right in front of his eyes the whole time.

“Won’t you just give up and tell me already?”

“Nohohoho!”

“Why? You love it? Huh? Do you want my attention that bad, or do you want me to just tickle you that bad?”

“NGH- N-Neheheheither!” he lied with a red face.

“Then tell me what you have!” Karma yelled as he moved his hands up under his friend’s arms.

“NAHAHA- KAHAHARMAHAHA!”

“Ahh, bingo! There it is!”

“DOHOHOHONT!”

“But I thought you had such great endurance?”

“NAHAHAT IHIHIHIN THAHAHAT SPOHO- OHOHO GOHOHOHOD”

The blue-haired boy’s arms dropped lower and lower, instinctively protecting the sensitive spot. He giggled helplessly as he fought like hell to keep his arms up. Suddenly, Karma stopped his attack and grabbed Nagisa’s closed hand.

The two fought like cat and mouse until the redhead managed to pry his friend’s hand open.

In a flash, a small pot of ink went flying to the floor, painting both boys and miscellaneous parts of the classroom.

Before either could speak, their teacher appeared before them. Almost like he had some kind of sixth sense…

“Do you two want to explain yourselves?”

“He did it!” Nagisa blurted in panic, pointing to Karma as he panted a bit.

“What- no! He did it!”

Koro-Sensei glared at the two of them as the two boys did the same. “I don’t care who did it, I want to know what happened, and how you two plan on cleaning it up.”

“But I didn’t even-“ the shorter boy dared to argue.

“I’m waiting.”

“Uhhh…. It was all Karma’s idea! He tricked me!”

“Hey!”

“It’s the truth!”

“No it’s not and you know it!”

“Nope! You’re just trying to stay out of trouble!”

“Boys…” his voice overlapped their arguing. “Booys… BOYS!”

The two whipped towards their Sensei, whom was now holding two rags. “Figure out how to clean it. I expect it finished by the time I’m here.”

Karma scoffed as he wet the rag and squatted, swiping at the ink.

“Wait- uh… use… use hand sanitizer.” Nagisa offered sheepishly.

“I don’t need anymore help from you.” the boy hissed.

“I’m sorry I just- here.” Nagisa held open his hand and revealed what the big deal was: a hack-job wooden stamp of Koro-Sensei. “I didn’t want him to see it, so I had to get him out of here somehow.”

Karma’s eyes darted back and forth between the item and his friend’s bashful expression. He wanted to be nice… so badly… but he couldn’t help but burst into laughter at the poor attempt.

“PFFFF- That’s all? I thought you were hiding contraband or something!”

“Hey!” The blue-haired boy cried, a smile tugging at his lips. “I tried my best!”

“Welp, we can add woodworking to your list of “do not let Nagisa attempt again” activities.”

Nagisa snorted as he looked at the item fondly.

“Seems I’m a Jack of all trades…” he mused with a smile, placing the botched stamp on his teacher’s desk. “And a master of none.”

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[stevethehairington]

nooo your tags on the keys post making me think of steve being Expressive in front of the others and one of them saying 'wow you've been hanging out with eddie too much' and eddie gets flustered because 'oh my god steve picked up one of MY behaviours <33'. people never talk about steddie taking after each other!!! oh my god!!!??

omg yessss!!!! that is one of my FAVORITE things, i LOVE it when they just spend so much time together and are around each other so much that they just start picking little things up from each other!! like what is love if not blending so seamlessly together that you just become one like that!! (i SWEAR i read a nice quote about this kind of thing once but i cannot for the life of me remember what it was lmao)

steve starts talking with his hands more because eddie is always gesticulating wildly and flailing his arms around when he speaks. eddie starts doing the patented Mom Pose because steve does it so much that it's just second nature to him now. steve starts scrunching his nose up like a little bunny rabbit when someone says something he doesn't like because he sees eddie do it all the time and thinks it's adorable. eddie starts using those ridiculous phrases like "hold your horses" and "let's rock and roll" and other things like that because steve says them so much and he's subconsciously adopted them into his vernacular too.

i L O V E when that happens!!!!

(honestly, i love it when it happens with all of the party, not just steddie! like 100% steve starts rambling more after spending so much time with robin!! and let's be real it isn't just eddie who does the Mom Pose now - they all do lol. and dustin starts stretching out his words in that dramatic way eddie always does. and and and-)

but yEAH. eddie getting soooo flustered the first time it gets pointed out that steve has started doing something that eddie does is SO GOOD. i can just see the way his eyes would go widewidewide and he'd try to like duck his head as a cute lil blush rose to his cheeks and he'd pull his hair over his mouth the way he does when he's shy about something. (and oh BOY if steve ever grew his hair long enough to be able to do that and he started doing that too, eddie would actually honest to god melt into the floor because that would be aDORABLE. and he would understand why it is steve's favorite thing to make eddie blush and hide behind his hair like that.)

it's even better if they aren't even together/haven't confessed their feelings/maybe even haven't realized their feelings yet either because oh man i can just imagine the Realizations that would stem from that kind of thing being pointed out - the taking after each other, but also the fact that they've been that attached at the hip lately for it to happen!! the way steve would be like oh, i guess i do do this thing that eddie does and WHY do i do it? and WHAT does that mean? and ohoho the spiral it could take him on there (a good spiral, a very very good spiral!! one that leads right to ~feeeeelings realizations~).

but also just eddie being like w o a h someone is copying me. he'd be so awed by that, especially given that this particular behavior - the gesticulating - is one that's probably gotten him in some trouble before (or at least has gotten him told off; he's heard plenty of "eddie, sit still!"s in his day). so to see someone else, someone he cares about so deeply, picking up that particular habit of his and like basically enjoying that part of him enough to emulate it, that just blows his mind!!!

[mxanigel]

what we have is each other

The lovely @socially-awkward-skeleton and @captastra tagged me to play with this relationship template!

That's a fantastic template for two people. And I hope to use it for Vix and Shadowheart once I explore more of their journey. But. Uh. My current brainrot is my AoT OT3. So I'm stealing this opportunity to share the latest version of their chart (OT3 template here).

Explanatory rambles below the cut!

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Hange is a chaotic non-binary mess of a leader soldier, Levi is a clean freak who blunt and crass and so deliberate with emotions that he doesn't express them like others do, and OC Shion is a broken sunshine character seeking joy on her better days and clawing for meaning on her worse ones.

[greeting each other] Levi consistently uses demeaning terms toward Hange. "Idiot," "four-eyes," etc. When he uses their name, it's a big deal. I haven't figured out what he'll call Shion, but since she confessed so early in their relationship, he didn't have a chance to come up with something like what he calls Hange before Things Changed between them.

[First to confess] ahaha yeah Shion first tells Levi she loves him in chapter 9. We're on chapter 23 and neither Levi nor Hange have used those words. (but we're getting so damn close aaaaaaa)

[First to kiss] Levi kisses Shion after she confesses. He can't articulate why. She doesn't press him to. He knows she's important to him, something he shows in a thousand little ways. (Hange's a force of nature and takes all of this in stride in chapter 10 in very Hange-esque ways.)

[Dies for the others] OHOHO the WAYS this could happen depending on timeline and adherence to canon. Dare I explore a worldstate in which Shion dies to save Hange's life? WE SHALL SEE

[Prone to hide their feelings] This condition is in Levi Ackerman's blood okay. And an innocent chapter 8 conversation leads Hange to hide their feelings for both Shion and Levi to some extent. Their affection? Not at all hidden. Their romantic feelings? BURY THAT SHIT. Until they can't keep it buried any longer.

[First to apologize after a fight] Shion is not one who tolerates strain between herself and those she loves. Especially if she's the person responsible for it. But when that strain exists for reasons outside of her control… she won't apologize for the sake of apologizing. And she's learning not to apologize for who she is or how she feels.

["Excuse me, they asked for no pickles"] Shion will sit there and roll with things (and may encourage others to do the same depending on the situation) but there is no freaking way Levi or Hange would accept any of the three getting pickles when they didn't ask for pickles, lol.

[Spoils the others] How said spoiling occurs depends on the person, but they're each ready able and willing to spoil the other two.

[Wakes up first] Levi canonically doesn't sleep much. So I headcanon that Hange has experimented with sleeping draughts (experiments which always piss off Levi regardless of effectiveness because Hange takes it as a personal challenge to slip him one without him noticing). But for this relationship, he's the first one awake which has already manifested multiple times in the fic. The very limited scenarios in which he wouldn't wake first are super fun to play with~

["What's updog?"] I took this line less literally, seeing it as which of them are the most casual in speaking to the others, most likely to make puns, etc. And that's 100% Hange.

[First to propose] Once the OT3 shakes off its rocky romantic restart, this is unnecessary. Hell, even before the official confessions, they're already a unit.

[Wants children] I actively avoid giving my OCs children. I stopped writing for one in part because it seemed like children were a likely outcome. And then Shion comes along and turns that on its head. So. There's a kid in one possible future. With three parents who love her very much.

[Didn't know they were dating] The they-were-already-a-unit thing I mentioned earlier comes into play here. I have mixed feelings about the word "dating" here only because it tends to have romantic connotations, and both Shion and Hange's initial feelings are strongly platonic. But given how much I adore Levihan and that this is my first-ever OT3, plus after thinking long and hard about how Shion eventually feels about Hange and vice versa, I decided all of their feelings would be considered romantic.

[Initiates contact] Shion holds back SO HARD from being affectionate toward Levi, but he picks up on that (and appreciates it) and works to communicate when he's more open to that sort of thing. Not that he's good at it, but he tries. Meanwhile, Hange is alllll about touching and other affectionate gestures, which helps further lower the barrier for the other two.

[Approached first] Shion kind of sort of approached Levi first (remember, she was holding back) and Levi, once he's open to taking another step, doesn't hold back. But I'm thinking about this romantically, and Hange is highly reticent to show romantic advances toward either one knowing that Shion has feelings for Levi.

[Says the L word first] Shion 100%.

[The oblivious one] I'm using "oblivious" a bit loosely here; Levi takes a while to sort through what to name his feelings, and Hange hangs out in denial for quite some time.

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No-pressure tagging people to play with either template and/or just skimread my OC+blorbo rambles~ @poetikat @mxkelsifer @milesmentis @arendaes @outpost51 @dr-paine @saraptor @perhapsrampancy @spindleweedss @marythegizka

[penny-anna]

Just thought I’d let you know that your onslaught of Back to the Future content inspired me to rewatch the movies this weekend, which was such a delight :)

Do you have any fic recs, by any chance?

ah glad to hear it!

*rubs hands together*ohoho let's see what i got here

Like Water Flowing Underground by Kleenexwoman

Marty struggles to fit in with his new reality, but is any other world a better fit?

i read this one back in 2015 and come back to it every so often. just beautifully done.

Becoming Marty by butchcassidy

Scenes and glimpses from Marty's childhood and how he came to be Marty.

obligatory trans marty rec!!

Time is a Wave and a Particle by Kleenexwoman

Another one of those "Marty has trouble dealing with living in an alternate universe" fics.

heavy content warning for mental illness & specifically psychosis on this one!!

beautifully written, absolutely gutwrenching, this one is gonna haunt me ):

Alternates by Wildgoosery

Marty's life isn't at all like how he left it.

i eat up post-canon 'marty deals w being in a new timeline' fics like candy nom nom nom

wish someone would tell me who to be (ready to try anything) by Adanska

(“Fashion cycle,” Doc had explained, looking more ‘50s than anything else. “The Eighties just came back around in a big way for kids your age, you shouldn’t stick out too much—people will just think you’re hipsters.” “What, like the pants?” “No, a nostalgia-obsessed movement—ah, nevermind.”)

lesbian marty & jennifer visiting Actual 2015 its great give this one a read!!

we can't live in the present forever by ideal_girl (trainwreckdress)

Marty wonders if Doc has the same problem; histories overlapping, memories colliding in the space of a single, shared moment. He hopes not.

a 'marty deals with having 2 contradictory sets of memories' story

Inevitable by nbfutureboy

It's a bizarre twist of fate. When they’d found out they’d been expecting twin boys, Jennifer had suggested, sensible and sweet, that they pick out two new names. No comparisons to the kids of the first 2015 - they could be their own people, without having to compete with a future memory. 

very sweet fic about trans marlene mcfly!!

The Man in the Box by makesureyouwashyourhands

People said the strangest things about the McFlys. They said that Marty McFly went to bed one night and woke up a different person. Or, the two Martys: how they differ, and how they're the same.

*throws another post-canon new timeline fic at you*

The Human Body Is Incredibly Faulty by ThePhenomenalStingray

Written for the ask, "For that headcannon prompt, Doc is a complete mother hen mess when Marty’s hurt".

cute!! <3<3<3<3

First Impressions by Kristen Sheley

To say that he had been surprised when the kid had showed up that evening at his doorstep was an understatement. He hadn’t ever imagined anything so fantastic, and his was a mind that had visualized a lot of unrealistic and fantastic things! But a seventeen-year-old time traveler from the future was never one of them. Equally surprising to him was that this kid was apparently a friend of his. What a sixty-five-year-old was doing hanging out with someone so young, Emmett could only wonder. Maybe Marty was a student of his, from the University.

an oldie but a goodie!! absolutely banging bit of missing scene work from the first film w doc & marty adjusting to each other in 1955

The Longest Odds by leaper182

Marty McFly just had two more years to go before he could start thinking about the future.

But then the odds shifted, and the only future he has to think about now is whether he'll make it home alive.

wip not updated since 2016. not a whole lot of this one as it looks like it didn't really get off the ground but the central concept (tribute marty + former victor mentor doc brown) is just gutwrenching and im going to be rotating it in my brain forever!! ETA: totally failed to clock the ship tag on this one oops!! its tagged doc/marty but i don't remember anything shippy happening in the chapters posted. read at your own risk ig.

that's all for now!! i got more stuff in my to-read so stay tuned hopefully!!!

[steamingowl]

Unusual Muse Associations

Tagged by @quilleth!! Thanks for giving me the opportunity of talking about my dear babies ♥

I of course am going to use my OCs Seth and Valak, protagonists of my lastest brainrot

Let's start with Seth! Fire demon, bard, very lively and charming. Valak's childhood friend.

I have a playlist of Valak and Seth here

SEASONING: He likes spicy!!

WEATHER: Warm and sunny. He probably gets gloomy when it's rainy

COLOR: Golden! He adores gold and golden. He also likes light blue very much

SKY: Sunny! He likes evenings and sunsets

MAGICAL POWER: As he would say 'Do you happen to know what is music? Yeah? And a fire demon? Nice. Have you ever seen a Fire demon playing music? I'll let you know what can happen when it's done in the right way ;D

HOUSE PLANT: He probably likes lilies, but he's more a going outside kind of guy, so he prefers trees over anything, especially the flowery ones

WEAPON: A violin! His violin bow has the shape of a fine sword too

SUBJECT: Music! And drama class

SOCIAL MEDIA: I'm afraid he'd be a tiktok guy too. He'd share his sick covers and he'd be quite popular for being far too pretty and charismatic ohoho

MAKEUP PRODUCT: MMM He isn't a makeup guy, but he'd like to use a bit of makeup to make his face glow a bit

CANDY: He likes hard candy! And also little puffy pastries with honey. Honey probably is his favorite

FEAR: Being exposed. Not having any protection at all. Not being able to control his own body. Trusting somebody who secretly just wanted to fuck him up. So in a word? Being defendless

ICE CUBE SHAPE: Little moons?? 'Oh, how cute!'

METHOD OF LONG-DISTANCE TRAVEL: Carriage/horse!

ART STYLE: He'd adore Sorolla's shapes and colors

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: Dragon

PIECE OF STATIONERY: Quills!

THREE EMOJIS: 😽😏🌸

CELESTIAL BODY: Nothing, he just is the gentle sky. Always there, like a cloack that can protect and make you feel warm in the coldest nights.

Valak's turn! He used to be a clan leader. He's a warrior, a legend, an hero. Lost a fight a few months ago which made him lose his territory and made him be exiled by the 'new leader' to the human realm. He's hating it so far, acting very bitter and a second away from dying of boredom (Second pic)

SEASONING: Herby, a bit spicy. He likes curry flavour

WEATHER: Warm. He doesn't do very well when it's cold.

COLOR: Blue! He also likes pink.

SKY: Sunny, Valak also likes when there are a few white clouds in the sky.

MAGICAL POWER: He doesn't have much magic. A bit of air powers, but they are not very developed. He can control a bit of hypnosis as demon, but normally he leans a lot in his physical attacks and force brute.

HOUSE PLANT: He'd like plants with *big* leaves

WEAPON: His firm weapon is a Kusarigama, but he likes knives too

SUBJECT: P.E. !

SOCIAL MEDIA: MMMM Instagram, maybe. Just to show pics of plants, nature and some animals. He'd have like 2 likes per publication 'tho.

MAKEUP PRODUCT: He likes eyeshadow! He IS a makeup guy and he won't hesitate in do the makeup of all his friends

CANDY: Valak doesn't have a sweet tooth... He likes candied fruits and fruits with honey from time to time 'tho. He also likes to eat fruits everyday. Peaches and apples are his favourites.

FEAR: Not being able to protect or save a loved one.

ICE CUBE SHAPE: he'd make a little snort laugh if he eves sees little ice cubes with dick shape

METHOD OF LONG-DISTANCE TRAVEL: Carriage/horse! Nowadays by walk... Although I'd like him to have a scooter (One of the few cool things humans have, in his opinion)

ART STYLE: He'd like realistic art style. He's a simple guy

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: White tiger?

PIECE OF STATIONERY: Craft paper

THREE EMOJIS: 👿😒🐅

CELESTIAL BODY: The hazy moon

I tag @soturisi @leporidactic @nooterino ! Have fun talking about any of your fav charries)! OC or fandom wise!

[fattybattysblog]

Friend, Please (Chapter 4)

Fandom: Kirby/Kirby Right Back At Ya!

Gen | Teen

Characters: Meta Knight, Dark Meta Knight, Velka | Arcta Knight (OC)

Summary: They should be used to desperate people making horrible decisions by now, but somehow it always goes too far before anyone does anything about it. A person fell prey to the empty promises of dark, powerful hearts to become Arcta Knight. As they make their mark on Dreamland, Meta Knight grows anxious about the encroaching danger and leaves suddenly to prepare for a duel like no other.

AO3 | SqWA | Quotev

Tags: AU - Canon Divergence, Blood and Violence, Swordfighting, Original Villain Character, Gijinka Kirby Characters

@ocappreciationtag

(Cover art done by Dean, edited together by me)

Evacuating Dreamland

Meta Knight’s frantic flapping alerted the villagers to his return. Most were confused by his anxious mannerisms, the rest greeted him as if there was nothing wrong. Right on cue, Tiff and Tuff ran out to greet him from where they stayed put in the square by the fountain. Tiff’s bright, relieved smile faded slowly as she and her brother approached Meta Knight. He acknowledged them with a silent nod but he didn’t slow down to speak with them, hurrying into Castle Dedede to speak with the king himself. The noble children followed close behind him to hear what was going on.

Dedede and Escargoon were plotting away again, practically ignoring Meta Knight’s approach and curt bow to get the formalities out of the way.

“My King.” Meta Knight attempted to get Dedede’s attention respectfully, but the rotund man ignored him in favor of discussing some scheme against the innocent to increase his own power. The situation was far too dire for Meta Knight to stand aside while they ignored him. He stood and cleared his throat, speaking louder.

“There is a situation we need to confront, King Dedede.”

“Ohoho! Did Kirby finally do something to get you on our side?”

“No that’s not w-”

“Escargoon, call NME. We could get Meta to pitch in with us and get an insane monster to pit against Kirby!” Dedede was exceedingly excited at the prospect of Meta Knight scheming with them, but this wasn’t that day. Nor would it ever be. Meta Knight shook his head and attempted to recapture Dedede’s attention to no avail. The king and the advisor turned to the large screen that rose from the floor, reaching out to the NME representative they contacted far too often. It rang and rang but no one responded. Escargoon’s devious smile fell, but Dedede continued his attempt only to receive the low dial tone and a “service not available” screen.

“You think they’d have better customer service…” Escargoon joked rather unenthused.

“Yeah! I am their best customer. I have brand loyalty!” Dedede complained.

“And you think a brand would care about you?” Escargoon snickered. They bickered and jeered with each other. Meta Knight was beginning to lose his cool. He just wanted to protect the people of Dreamland, but the King wasn’t listening to him. The people had little time. Arcta Knight had already gotten so close and they were lucky she was called away. Who was to say she would be called away again? She wiped out the whole guard in a night; it wouldn’t take long to demolish an untrained city of civilians. His grip tightened. His gauntlet creaking with force.

“Dedede!”

The pair fell silent and looked back at the fed up star warrior. He finally had their full attention. He tried being respectful, but now was not the time to let himself be walked over.

“I will not stand idly by while Cappy Town and all of Dreamland is threatened. Your entire guard is gone. Dead. And the Knight responsible will return to finish the job. We need to evacuate,” Meta Knight placed himself in front of the screen to keep them from getting back to it, “the Halberd can carry nearly every citizen here and we can head to a nearby planet. I don’t know how long we would have to stay there, but the remaining Star Warriors could attempt to drive her away.” The entire room watched him intently as he spoke. Dedede and his advisor murmured quietly, realizing the severity of the situation. This wasn’t some play-fight like the ones they usually encountered. Renting some two bit creatures to train and tease Kirby with. No, they didn’t summon this thing and now there was more than a little Warrior in training could handle. There was blood, death. This was serious.

“Escargoon, take the soldier in recovery and get some images of the Knight he encountered drawn. We’ll contact the bounty hunters to hold them back as long as we can. Meta Knight, can I trust you to get everyone on your ship?” Dedede almost never had to whip out his “true ruler” face, but he knew how to use it. Escargoon nodded and hurried down the hall to infirm. Meta Knight bowed and stepped past the throne to the hangar. Tiff and Tuff came out of their hiding place to join the conversation, racing after Meta Knight before he could leave.

“Wait! What about us? We could go grab Kirby and he c-”

“Kirby is a child, Lady Tiff. I don’t think I could forgive myself if he became a part of this. Just grab your parents and bring them to the hangar. We need to get everyone on board.” Meta Knight spoke sternly with the noble children. They seemed disheartened, trying to argue their point. Meta Knight’s solid gaze silenced them and urged them to follow his advice.

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The bounty was announced in the back channels and the town was quickly informed of the situation at hand. They ushered the townspeople into the Halberd under the supervision of Escargoon and Captain Vul. King Dedede grimaced as he looked out from the castle tower at the dead, gray, frosted forest at the edge of Dreamland. Meta Knight stood beside him, his cape clasped around him and fluttering in the wind. They were quiet, studying the damage at their safe distance. It seemed this was starting to sink in for the King.

“All of that from one person?” Dedede asked, folding his arms with a slight groan.

“A single Knight,” Meta Knight nodded solemnly, “I don’t believe she is a true Star Warrior though.” That didn’t sit well with either of them, but it also seemed that Dedede didn’t quite understand.

“Do you think you can handle her?” He looked down at Meta Knight with genuine concern in his eyes. Meta Knight shook his head. He wasn’t going to lie. He was disciplined and skilled, but this power Arcta had was unnatural. He would have to find out where she got it before he could hope to best her. Though that did give him an idea.

“Do you know where NME is located?” The question came, seemingly, out of nowhere. Dedede was taken aback by it before he looked aside in thought and tried to recall any information he might have.

“The monsters don’t exactly come with return labels…”

“How did you hear about them?”

“Well… we hacked into a nearby satellite to get movies,” Dedede laughed nervously at that admission, “they just kinda broadcasted their services during the commercials and we let them set up shop in the castle. Escargoon suggested it would help supplement our army on any short notice, I think. I’m sure that’s why we started working with them.” King Dedede explained. He had lost a lot of the reasons and details to time and didn’t worry about keeping receipts at the beginning. Meta Knight grimaced and shook his head. If that’s all he had to work on, then it was what he’d take.

“Try to stay alive.” Dedede grumbled as he turned away and descended from the tower. Meta Knight glanced over his shoulder after him. He would remain in the tower while the town filled his ship and prepared to leave. He felt he couldn’t step down until they were safely gone. Just in case Arcta decided to show up.

The air was thick with foreboding and Cappy Town was so empty. The Knight’s voice echoed in Meta’s head as he stared off towards the horizon. Why was it so familiar? She couldn’t have been a Knight he had met before because she named herself right there. There was something he just couldn’t put his finger on. Something that made his chest tighten with sadness.

He just wanted to know why.

He would have to fight her properly. To break that mask and see who he was really dealing with. So many steps needed to be dealt with before he could even get to that point. Meta’s gaze started to drift downward to the town, to the empty streets.

Putting a bounty out will only get more people killed. Not every hunter is particularly trained and they might get cocky enough to try and deal with her themselves. He wanted to limit her body count. That added an urgency to his series of tasks.

That did remind him of the other corrupted warriors he and Kirby had come across before. If he posed Arcta as some kind of challenge he could probably get them to join this cause despite not having a stake in it. Kirby’s connections would be very helpful there. As far as Meta knew, he was the only one that could contact distant enemies like that.

Would Dark Meta still be alive? Could he trust Marx or Magolor at all?

“Meta Knight?” There was a tug on his cape that took him out of his thoughts. He turned slightly and looked down at Tiff and Tuff. They appeared close to crying, their eyes big and watery. Sighing and kneeling to meet their eye levels, Meta Knight spared some time for them before their escape.

“We’ll see you again, right?” Tuff asked.

“You’ll stay safe?” Tiff asked. Meta Knight frowned. He didn’t want to lie to them, but there was no way he could possibly guarantee either of those. He took a moment to figure out his words. A pause that Tiff picked up on and visibly wilted towards.

“I’ll try to. I promise.” Meta Knight said, nodding to them. That was the best he could offer them. The pair looked at each other, tears beginning to spill down their cheeks. They were losing their home and their entire planet. Meta was surprised they were strong enough to hold back for this long.

The twins threw their arms around Meta’s neck and pleaded for him to go with them. He assumed they were scared to leave and wanted the last soldier in the kingdom to escort them to their new home and comfort them. Normally he would. But he couldn’t do that. He wasn’t exactly sure what to do. Removing them would only make their anxiety worse but letting them stay would hinder their evacuation. He returned their embrace, holding them while their pleas and sobs quieted into small whimpers and sniffles.

“You two won’t be alone. You have your parents. You have your friends. You’ll have Kirby too.” Meta Knight said, his voice soft and sweet. He patted their backs and attempted to stand, but they weren’t ready to let go yet.

“We don’t want to leave you behind.” Tiff sniffed.

“Everyone’s safety is more important to me. I’m sorry. But it’s time for you two to go.” Meta Knight picked them up despite their protests and unfurled his wings from his cape. He stepped off the tower and carried them gently to the hangar floor where their parents were worriedly looking for them.

They clung slightly and argued but they eventually let go and clung instead to their parents. Sir Ebrum offered a quiet thanks and farewell, Lady Like giving him an apologetic look. Both stepped into the Halberd with the final stragglers before the door slid shut.

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[swordsmans]

Wait come back, may I please ask for your thoughts on perona/law, you can't drop that in the tags and NOT elaborate when it's now in my mind

ohoho, right this way... allow me to pull back the beaded curtain as we walk together into my beautiful mind palace. is perona/law a joke? even i don't know anymore. all i do know is that the aesthetic potential is absolutely unparalleled. and their devil fruit abilities compliment each other (mental evisceration vs. physical evisceration). and their personalities both clash and parallel each other in a way that would make for the most delightfully-antagonistic romance dynamic. now, let's take a look...

(edit: oh my god this is like 2k words maybe this isn't a joke anymore. is this what you asked for? probably not. but if i can get at least one other person on this train i can die happy.)

aesthetics

let's begin with their styles, the most obvious reason to throw these two characters into a locked room (or a hot topic) together. it is well-documented in canon (and canon-adjacent, if we're including one piece party in this) that both law and perona care deeply about fashion and aesthetics. half of perona's entire "schtick" is the never-ending pursuit of cuteness, and law has customized every single element of his own clothing/his crew's clothing to coordinate with the heart pirates'/surgeon of death theme (this is unspoken but "obvious" in canon, and explicitly mentioned in one piece party lmao).

although they don't have exactly the same aesthetic styles, both law and perona sit on the goth/goth-adjacent scale--so their styles to compliment one another. law adheres to a modern/nu-grunge aesthetic (not to be confused with classic/90s grunge); jeans/dark jeans, black jackets, tattoos, piercings, statement hats and/or single "statement piece" accessories (don't think that stupid feather collar gets a pass here). modern/nu-grunge also involves layering as a style choice and uhh look at him. that guy layers. alternatively, perona embodies a beautiful combination of pastel goth/gurokawa (not to be confused with gothic lolita, which she is often incorrectly categorized as, much to my continued dismay).

i feel like i don't have to defend my classifications for perona quite so hard because pastel goth+gurokawa is more well known to the non-goth community, but for reference pastel goth involves modern or modern-style clothing with heavy emphasis on pastel pinks, purples, greens, and blues as accent colors. pastel goths often gravitate toward skirt + top combos and dresses with large, chunky shoes and patterned or styled high socks/stockings. gurokawa is literally the sub-sub-aesthetic "creepy cute" which is literally perona. (but for broader goth reference "gurokawa" can be applied to any larger goth aesthetic, although it is most commonly associated with lolita/gothic lolita, pastel goth, scene, and cyber/cybergrunge).

perona's gurokawa leanings are particularly complimentary to law's entire surgeon of death motif. part of what defines gurokawa is blood, injury, and medical horror (stitches, syringes, surgery) and law is literally Medical Horror: The Guy if you think about the really dark, awesome implications of the ope-ope no mi (i encourage you to take a look at this absolutely amazing piece of dark law fanart by feriowind, but do be warned that there is some body horror at play here). frankenstein's monster-type "things" are a fairly common style motif in gurokawa circles (in one piece, kumashi is literally the example of this), and we know from punk hazard that this is also a possible application of the ope-ope no mi.

returning to pure style for a moment, think of the potential for domestic aesthete moments here--it's unreal. picture it with me--the makeup. the sewing. the accessories. the fashion debates. the relentless pursuit of the coolly uncaring (while caring deeply) vs. the relentless pursuit of cuteness (with that "cuteness" leaning heavily on the coolly grotesque). utterly delicious.

powers

from a power standpoint, while perona might not be on the same level as the monster captains/warlords, we cannot forget that she was one of the four generals for a warlord (moria) before the timeskip. law only became a warlord post-timeskip, and we can infer that perona honed her own abilities significantly on kuraigana by taking a look at the differences in the few pre-/post-timeskip scenes we have of her. while i am a little sad that the perona-warlord theory never panned out (perona fans may remember... we were robbed...) there's still at least one good mini-analysis of perona's power scaling floating (heh) around from ask-perona (now archived as ask-perona-blog1). i encourage you to take a look!!! it still holds up even though it's from 2016-ish, and if anything i think perona's recent appearance in the manga proves she can stand on the same level with the now-defunct warlord power scale. (she's strong enough to break into an emperor's stronghold--and not just any emperor, either! blackbeard, who just absolutely annihilated law!! coincidence?? i think not!!)

plus she held back a hoard of marines so that the straw hats could escape on saobody. what a powerhouse. plus! literally right now in canon she's running around the new world on her own. literally--she made it from kuraigana to hachinosu on her own, at least until canon retroactively says otherwise re: mihawk (and we're unlikely to get confirmation either way). if that's not a sign of crazy power and (justified) confidence, i don't know what is.

thinking about the horo-horo no mi/ope-ope no mi combat potential is a no-brainer for me, too. perona's key power involves utterly demolishing her opponents psychologically, and law's power involves pulling his opponents apart physically (plus the inherent horror of living through the disassembly of their bodies, which--i know it's played off as a joke, but this is my house. think of the horror, babes!! think of the terror!!). i feel like i don't need to go too deep into this one because it just feels so obvious to me, but the two of them could absolutely dominate on the battlefield--just one example would be perona incapacitating enemies with a wave of hollows and law taking the opportunity provided to capture and dismember everyone while they're down. and that's not even touching the fact that they can both canonically float/fly. literally an unstoppable team.

also--perona literally threatened to crush usopp's heart during their fight. law has a whole thing about cutting out people's hearts and threatening to crush them. this analysis is practically writing itself.

personalities

here's where things get really fun (and subjective--i can admit that. but hey! one piece fans have made more work with less). law is extremely externally emotionally repressed (because of that sweet, sweet trauma) with a sensitive inner world (this needs no sourcing; i think we can all agree on that). perona's personality runs parallel--she is externally aggressive, but also has a softer side (1. repeatedly helping zoro on kuraigana physically [wounds] and emotionally [the newspaper]; 2. taking care of zoro post-timeskip re: saobody; 3. her interactions with mihawk post-warlord disbandment; 4. how deeply she cares for moria and her former crew).

while we don't know a lot about her backstory, we do know that perona was orphaned and adopted/raised by moria after he found her. this was after moria's entire crew was killed by kaido, so he raised her while he, hogback, and absalom set about resurrecting his crew from the dead (as zombies) and supplementing the original crew with other powerful zombies. personally, i think there's some wiggle room for a little bit of tragedy there. law and perona are both technically orphans raised by adoptive fathers in criminal organizations, and while moria does survive to perona's adulthood he's got his own baggage re: vengeance against kaido and the loss of his crew. i could go into some headcanons or w/e here, but let's stick to what we know for now.

personally, i think there's lots of room to explore a dynamic between two people who have a caring side but are too stubborn (for one reason or another) to admit it. this is a very common trope in romance stories, and i love the idea of them just like... aggressively yelling affectionate things across the room at each other in the tones of an argument. priceless comedic potential. if you want to really put them into (reductive) boxes, you could call this a tsundere4tsundere romance. they'd both be too stubborn to admit their feelings and then when they finally did get together not much about their dynamic would fundamentally change. think of the passion! the comedy! the cuteness! the drama! please, i'm begging you--work with me here.

additionally, law is a huge fucking nerd--not just in his obsession with sora. we saw how he reacted to the idea of ninjas--and i'm 99% sure there's at least one panel where he says something about franky/franky's robots being cool. he's got the nerd mentality, and i posit that perona also has the fangirl/nerd mentality. i dont think it's a stretch to call her obsession with fashion and aesthetics a nerd-dom in and of itself, because clearly i'm kind of a geek about goth culture/fashion. fandom is fandom, no matter what form it takes. plus, perona spent two years with two of the biggest sword nerds of all time (not counting tashigi--sorry babe) and canonically mihawk is into wine. you know she's developed a tolerance for monologues, infodumping, and general hobby nonsense.

(oh god this is getting so out of hand)

final misc. thoughts

there's no crew conflict. (at this point in time, at least) perona is a free agent. she's affiliated with the thriller bark pirates, the straw hats, and cross guild, but she's not part of any single crew right now. i don't think she would ever join the heart pirates, but i like the idea of her remaining a free agent while in a relationship with law. it keeps the power balanced between them, because i dont think this could ever conceivably work in the context of a captain/subordinate dynamic. they'd have to be on semi-equal footing, which (right now, at least) they sort of are.

also--hey, i'm gonna put this out there because i'm an adult--bottom law agenda still works wonderfully here. just sayin'. perona's a top and we all know it. no notes.

[thebeautifulfantastic]

girl who is this "My Guy" you speak of in your tags 👀👀👀👀👀

ohoho do i have a story to tell you, my friend :D

basically, i'm experiencing the "slow burn friends to lovers" trope, and it is both amazing and infuriatingly agonizing. fair warning, this is going to a looooong post, so jump to the end if you want the short version.

it all started back in the spring, after i got accepted to a performing arts college, and specifically to their first-year study abroad program in Spain. i was so pumped, and determined to make friends before college started, so i found one of those [college name] class of 27 instagram accounts and as people's intros were posted, made it a point to follow and dm anyone else who said they would also be doing their first year abroad. *sigh* yes, i was shamelessly sliding into people's dms. but strictly with the purpose of friendship! anyways, this Boy's picture and little intro paragraph gets posted to the account, and he says he's in the study abroad program, so i dm him, as had become my custom -- it's a very simple "hi nice to meet you" exchange -- and he follows me back.

a few weeks later, my photo and little intro paragraph get posted to the account, and he sends me a dm. he's like "IT'S YOU" and i'm like "IT IS!" and he's like "you have such a good voice!" (because there was a video of me singing in my post) and i'm like "thank you!" and he's like "you are MOST welcome." and then, because in my intro i had mentioned that i'm a total nerd, he also says "and don't worry, i'm a nerd too." this is word-for-word accurate, by the way -- i just checked. so we messaged for a good while, bonding over nerdy topics.

a couple days later he replied to my instagram story and we had another mini nerd-out moment, and then a couple days after that i mustered up the courage to message him and ask if he might be interested in working on some creative projects together once the school year started. that was the conversation that really broke the ice, because after that, we were messaging back and forth every single day, talking about anything and everything, getting to know each other and quickly realizing that we had a lot in common. actually, the second thing we bonded over after our shared nerdiness was that we were both liberal/progressive Christians who didn't love Christian media. and we fell in love right then and there... just kidding, there's much more to the story ;)

anyways! we became really close over the summer because we talked to each other so much. now so far i only saw him as a very good friend, because i had a massive crush on a girl (who i never confessed my feelings to, but i'm pretty sure she's straight anyway. canon bisexual experience, i guess) that he was very aware of because i told him about her. i wasn't really looking at any boy as someone i'd potentially be interested in, and i was just so thrilled to have found a new best friend that i connected with and who i'd get to see every day at college. i actually said, in conversation with a different friend of mine that "i've seen who i'll be going to college with, and i can assure you, i'm not going to have a crush on any of these people." yeah, right. famous last words.

but the plot thickens. as the summer drew to a close, it started looking like i wouldn't be able to study abroad or attend this college at all because of tuition costs, and i was really, really sad. but honestly, what i was most sad about was that i wouldn't get to meet him in person just yet and would have to wait a whole year until he was at this college's US campus, which happens to be about an hour from where i live (his home state is quite far away from mine, so our friendship had developed entirely through the internet). i told him the news, that i wouldn't be joining him at college, and he was also sad because he was also super excited to meet me, but we agreed that we'd stay in touch and meet up in person someday, somehow.

summer ended, we kept talking, he left for Spain, and we still kept talking. however, there was a subtle shift in the tone of our conversations sometime after he arrived there, which is to say we started flirting. not intentionally, mind you. it just happened, in between the "i miss you" and the "i wish you were here, we would've raised so much hell" the both of us started playfully flirting, and it was so natural i didn't even realize it was flirting until several weeks had passed (that may also be because i am an oblivious fool). just subtle little things, like i would say "hey :) i miss you" and he would say "you're making me blush," and then we would playfully tease each other and laugh about it. there was one occasion where i was having a really rough day and later on he sent me the sweetest text i have ever received in my life and told me i was one of his favorite people in the world :'))

around this time he also started screenshotting my selfies that i sent him over instagram chat, and i noticed. i started suspecting that maybe he was into me as more then a friend at that point (because when a guy screenshots your face, that means something, right?) but at this point i was still in the Denial Stage of my feelings so i decided to not read into it too much. i also hadn't been physically attracted to him at first sight, so i was like "he's Just A Guy!! there's no way i can have feelings for him, because i'm not into guys right now. i just love his personality and our dynamic. that's all." yeah, RIGHT. just keep telling yourself that, Belle.

we were in mid-september by this point, and we had called a few times since he's been in Spain, and during one jet-lagged conversation while mutually lamenting that we couldn't hang out in-person, he happened to mention that even if he wouldn't be in my area for another year, there was nothing stopping me from visiting him when he goes home to the states for Christmas and winter break. internally, i thought "HECK YEAH" but what i actually said was something like, "you know what, that's a good point," and after that the daydreams began in earnest, but because i'm an idiot i told myself these were still strictly platonic feelings. we treated the idea of me visiting him as a rather unserious thing at first ("oh i just said that because i was jet-lagged and delirious, don't worry about it haha" -- yeah right, buddy, you literally just told me you miss me), but i couldn't get the idea out of my head.

and then of course, as is the way of things, i'm lying awake at night, thinking about him, and all of a sudden it hits me and i realize the worst has happened: i had developed feelings. romantic ones. my first reaction was literally "well shit this is embarrassing. i am so screwed." it was a very strange realization too, because none of it was based on his looks. i had never looked at him and thought "damn he's hot," i simply... loved him. the whole person.

(i should probably clarify that this isn't me calling him ugly or anything. he is a very good-looking person, and i knew that, subconsciously, but it wasn't a thought that really took up space in my brain because i just hadn't been looking at him that way. and now i do think he's cute! but i had to come to terms with my crush first.)

after realizing this, my first thought was that i didn't want to say anything about my feelings to him and accidentally look like an idiot ("because what if there's a chance he doesn't like me?" girl be so fr) so we just kept talking and the flirting got more and more obvious. i also started screenshotting his photos to see what would happen. what happened was more playful teasing. we called again and got all flustered with each other because it was so hard not to spill the tea. the idea of me visiting him was brought up again, with a more... uh... suggestive undertone? it was amazing. it was also unbearable.

it all came to a light one day in late september. i had told myself i wouldn't say anything about my feelings until we met in-person, but by the way we were flirting, i should have known we wouldn't be able to wait that long.

in perhaps the most random fashion, it started because his BeReal caption was "i cried to this song last night. someday i'll reveal the story" and i got a little worried upon reading that. so i texted him "are you okay? i saw your BeReal and i thought i would check in." his reply was something like "OH MY GOSH i'm fine i cried because i was super high last night," which, like, a little mortifying that i momentarily forgot weed existed, but i'm glad you're okay.

but then a few minutes later, he says "why did you screenshot my BeReal?" and my brain froze. i couldn't think of a single way to deflect or change the subject this time, so i thought fuck it and told him exactly why: "because you looked cute."

he goes "aha! there it is" and i said, "for how long have you been trying to get me to say that?" and he said "a while. i've liked you for a while."

i won't relay the whole conversation that followed because it was very long and also quite personal, but after we'd calmed down a bit from the love confession, we talked seriously about whether it would be a good idea to be in a relationship, and what things were worrying us, pros and cons, etc etc, and what we came to was that he personally needed some time to think about it all, but we would still plan on me visiting him.

and here we are! we still haven't met in person, but we will eventually, and it's nothing official yet (it's honestly kind of a situationship except we actually do talk about our feelings) but there's a lot of love on both ends. and i'm just so happy to know him at all, because if i hadn't randomly decided to slide into his dms none of this would have happened, and that would be a shame. we may be overdue for another serious conversation about relationship stuff (the flirting and teasing has continued, in addition to our more normal conversations) but that's the story so far. now you know, if i mention "the boy" or my "kinda bf" or "my guy" who i'm referring to. i can't reveal his real name here because that feels like an invasion of privacy, but it starts with an A, and sometimes i refer to him that way too :)

tl;dr -- he is a guy that i met online through the college i had planned on attending but actually didn't, we became close friends and stayed in touch and eventually developed feelings, and admitted those feelings for each other, and now we are More Than Friends But Not Officially Together because we haven't met in-person yet, but hopefully soon.

[moodlemcdoodle]

tell us more about that toph+vaatu art 👀

Ohoho alright! Warning for a big infodump ramble on my silly ATLA AU down below

I’m a big fan of AUs with other members of Team Avatar being the Avatar instead of Aang just in general, in the past I’ve toyed around with ideas for Avatar!Zuko and Avatar!Sokka AUs as well (though never posted anything about them)

So while scrolling the Avatar Zuko tag on AO3 a while back i found a bunch of AU fics centering around Zuko becoming Vaatu’s avatar, like Korra’s Uncle who’s name i forget but like, less of an over the top evil spirit+human fusion and more just being Another Avatar, playing on the duality between Aang and Zuko, and Zuko not necessarily being evil but more... anarchist? At least in the fics I read! While Aang’s goal is Peace, Zuko’s would be Change, etc etc. The Consider Chaos series was my favourite, but i read a bunch that were all great! It was such a fresh idea!!

BUT as much as i love the duality and parralels between Zuko and Aang, it’s basically the core of the series after all, I’m also a HUGE fan of the duality that Aang and Toph have, Toph being a more opposite and equal to Aang in a way that Zuko never is. And I thought... Well isn’t Toph someone who hates rules and order and people telling her what to do? Doesn’t she value freedom above everything else? She’s Aang’s elemental opposite as well as his equal, being the same age as him and just as powerful as him!! And I’m also a taang truther who will forever be disappointed at the lack of episodes they have bonding with each other beyond Toph’s introductory episodes and how underutilised Toph is in general!!!

So the idea for a Vaatu/Dark/Chaos/Whatever-you-want-to-call-it Avatar Toph AU just made sense to me but no one else to my knowledge has made content for an AU like that so I started writing down all the ideas I had! Nothing super finalised or coherent, just my ramblings to myself in bullet point notes. Although i wouldn’t be opposed to sharing them if anyone is interested?

Basically my summary is that, near the start of the show, Toph starts getting sent visions from Vaatu and runs away from home to follow those visions, going to the foggy swamp and as she connects with the world through the spirit tree there (the same way Old Lady Toph does in Korra!) she makes contact with Vaatu and he convinces her to become his own Avatar. I think in my notes I had it where he was freed right in that moment and Toph ends up creating a brand new spirit portal in the swamp? But now I’m thinking he probably just gives her a bit of his energy at a time as she masters each element until she has all the elements and he’s eventually freed and fully fuses with her, like Raava and Avatar Wan kinda where she just passed through him each time he needed to hold another element.

Anyway Aang gets an ominous vision about her Avatar awakening, Toph runs off to find a firebender to teach her firebending, and she ends up joining Zuko and Iroh for the latter half of season 1, learning firebending with them while Aang works on learning waterbending, and at first she and Aang act as rivals and enemies, but reach a truce when they need to learn each other’s element from each other, and they stay friends(?) from there, but often have opposing viewpoints and clashing goals... Ba Sing Se especially is where I imagine things start to seriously diverge from canon, Toph hates all of Ba Sing Se’s rules, after all, and now she could really do something about it...

That’s pretty much all i’ve got though! I’m not powerful enough to write a full fic, but I hope my ideas inspire other fans to do their own cool things with the concept!

[phthalology]

for the director's cut asks: PLEASE tell everyone what went into crafting the xreader section of Backstage. The People Need To Know.

TLDR: i need him

ohoho. so, I have read x reader fic in my time. not many, because there aren't many in the character tags I use (for good or ill). this fic both was and was not intended for the x reader audience. those folks don't seem to be reading for mr. door  (although, for the other people out there thirsting in public, I See You). so I was writing for myself and for my friends who would be more entertained by some twisty metafiction than by straightforward kissin. you can see the genesis of this fic back when I joked about x reader fic where door is reading the fic itself. that of course is inspired by him holding the alan wake novel. I wanted Backstage to be thoroughly "inside the house," by which I mean being by and for fanfic writers. we have seen how that is handled in the game, and, at best, rose's story is fun but it's not entirely our fun! rose is a parody of a fanfic writer in the way alan is a parody of stephen king, but tonally she isn't quite right. (here is a good fic about rose from "inside the house".)

and ... I need him! I wanted to do indulgent shippy fic where someone is taken (in) by door's magic, and by the fantasy of working in a cool, spooky place, right? I don’t feel strongly about shipping door with anyone in the game, so had considered making an OC — but is the dark place even real? I’d need to explain so much about how a new character came to be there. The x reader section is actually simpler and more consistent with the canon than doing that would have been. 

which brings us to the beginning of the x reader section (finally), in which I start with a formatting joke about the sort of delicateness of shipping. I wanted to start with two different drafts, one in which the writer is self-conscious and one in which she discards the self-consciousness. 

that bit of playfulness also let me establish that the reader is an adult with a job, although I was careful not to give them too many specific traits — but putting them in the new york area required some geographic specificity, and thus the “from across the country or across the Hudson.” 

(these things perhaps make it an unconvincing facsimile of x reader fic! but if I had fully discarded my own voice it would have started to sound more like a parody from someone who didn’t read fic, not less, and besides it wouldn’t have been as fun.) 

what else. the jove/ukko wordplay references lance reddick’s role as zeus in the percy jackson show!! david harewood all but confirmed that the role of door was meant for lance reddick originally, and I do picture the one gradually shapeshifting into the other over the course of this story