#Ofc this is what i’ve seen in tumblr and ao3

[iamnaanda]

One thing I like about the Warriors musical fandom despite being small is that it barely has any toxicity.

I haven't seen people fight, no one hates the cast, no offensive comments are left on fanart or fanfic, there are no ship wars, 92% of the fan-made content is really not problematic, I haven't seen any misogyny, racism, etc.

Obviously there are some exceptions, but overall this is one of the calmest fandoms I've been in.

[hexhomos]

Maybe I’m that one oomf that’s too woke, but I have a feeling that people being weird about jayvik is a sign of Bad Things on the rise =/ I’m old as balls and I’ve been in fandom spaces since late 2000s, and I’ve never seen people act so hostile towards a fanon mlm ship. I mean precisely in women and queer dominated fandom spaces, dudebros never change, whatever. And of course there were always ship wars. But I don’t think I’ve ever seen people act so oppressed over being into het ships, crash out over their ships not being endgame and demand from fandom content creators to accommodate them. What is happening.

I think this started happening around 2023~ to be more precise bc that's when i started getting weird ass entitled comments on OTHER gay ships. IMHO the real issue here is that we are going through fandom clash with a newgen that did not experience early internet and they take the gayness in fandom spaces completely for granted. As in, they think these little niche holes we've built are the de facto 'effortless norm' and minimize the work that's been done to create these safe spaces. This is the kind of rhetoric i keep seeing pop up:

Many of them have also grown up almost exclusively interacting with art created by old fandom graduates where queerness is presented casually. They're not watching shit from the 90's or 00's. They're not adults, so they don't have a personal contrast experience seeing that 'rep' dwindling consistently over the years. They don't remember a time before this and don't know how bad it was.

OFC there are always old ass conservative weirdos riding on this wave to be even more annoying (certain infamous viktor stan accs... lol!) but #backtotradition rightwing bullshit has been on the rise worldwide, and so are the viral tiktok tradwife alphamale detransition white supremacy grifters. Its a larger cultural problem feeding into the micro stuff we see daily and it's terrible. It's also why I tune this shit out and I stand my ground. I'll draw what I WANT to draw and I'm not going to be twisting myself into pretzel shapes to appeal to anyone and everyone; go get YOUR shit elsewhere!

I *do* think people have been getting way more entitled towards fanworks, and that comes with a heightened level of apathy. You can notice this on the decreased number and quality of feedback across twitter, as an example (seeing as that place has been consumed by the conservative grifter wave) but it's also been reported by every fic writer who's consistently used AO3 for years. Tags on tumblr aren't as widely used. The focus on 'community' has been replaced by 'DOES THIS MAXIMIZE ENGAGEMENT?'. I know from personal experience that there is this one specific asshole who, for almost a year now, has been trawling the trans viktor tag and leaving insanely long transphobic critique comments on works of newer writers to discourage them from writing. (They are always on the cusp of open violent transphobia, but shittily cloaked as 'debates' on ~natural biology~ and fantasy logic so they don't get banned. If you've seen the ao3 pfp of a smirking white haired woman before you know who im talking about.)

Things have been Bad and on the Rise for a while now. Look at the current shit on the news. Look at the presidencies around the world. And it's going to get worse before it gets better, because it always does; that's what forces people to wake up. Be annoying. Be watchful. Don't waste your time platforming or debating weirdos that should be left to die on obscurity - this is how trump got a memeable platform, and look at where we are now. Protect your peace.

[nfwmlily]

i’ve been so afraid to post this for the longest time but i have another fic published and y’all are so nice so here goes!!!

Imagine Being Loved By Me

pairing (pay attention this is the most fun part): hozier x fem!reader x alex ryan

rating: explicit (18+)

tags: shameless smut, threesome - F/M/M, title from a Hozier song, Hozier meme references lol, explicit sexual content, explicit CONSENT, explicit language, dom!alex ryan, sub fem!reader, cunnilingus, use of alcohol, mild restraining (of fem!reader), sarcasm and so much of it, pillow talk

warning: god i hope i covered all the tags just exercise caution mkay? nothing too crazy happening here, no hard kinks, but it’s a threesome so just be aware lots is happening lols!! explicit consent is given for everything going on, everyone is happy in the end. okay cool!

words: 9.2k

a/n: you may have seen this on ao3 already, but i only recently got into tumblr and i hope you enjoy it here… also please excuse the minor grammatical things, i cba to screw with the formatting right now… anyways, without further adieu:

SMUT UNDER THE CUT!

read on ao3 :D

11:28: Hey, it’s Andy. I’m back in town and I dunno if you still use this number, but I’m hoping it’s you. I'm having a get-together at my place while I’m back home for a bit, if you want to stop by. X

My phone went off, dinging quite loudly, startling me out of what would’ve become a good night’s sleep that I was just drifting off into. I watched my hand reach out for my phone, feeling as if I was watching my own life through a movie screen in my half asleep state. I picked it up, and read over the message, my brows pinching together in the center.

What? I thought to myself, feeling rather confused for a few moments. Andy? Where had I ever met an Andy, and why would he have my number? Then it dawned on me, and a tired smile cracked across my tired face, eyes still hooded. Andy. We’d gone to Trinity College together back in 2008, and ended up being quite good friends. Of course I wouldn’t remember, being barely awake and all, but I knew him.

11:33: my gosh, andyyy!! hi!! it has been sooo long since i’ve seen you, how are you? you do have the right number :) and yes i will stop by ofc i will

His reply came quickly, his tone now increasing to my own excitability. At least, I thought it had. One could only tell so well through text.

11:34: Oh, great! It’s this Saturday at 6-7ish, I’ll send you my new address. Alex will be there & we’re inviting some older friends as well. I hope you remember Alex?

11:35: ohh yeah absolutely!! love you, love alex, etc etc. been too long. i am unfortunately about to go to sleep so night night hope we’ll talk between then and now :)

I didn’t stay awake long enough to read the reply that came through, curling up under my covers. While he’d been off starting his career and touring internationally, I’d finished college, and began working a cubicle job in a corporate setting. Stable, yes, but surprisingly draining.

More quickly than I’d expected, Saturday evening had rolled around and I was plugging Andrew’s address into Google Maps to navigate there. It would take around 20 minutes to get there, and luckily for me, it was only 6:10 right now. I’d get there right in between when he told me to arrive, 6-7.

The drive was uneventful, but finding parking around what was his now evidently large house in a secluded part of town proved difficult. Between the woods, the private roads, and the parking on the side of the roads which were rather packed already, it was annoying. But I found a space, and walked up to his house. I knocked on the door and let myself in, realizing his home was pretty full of people already.

I looked around for a few moments, not recognizing many faces, when I heard a throaty voice calling out from behind me.

“Hey! Bubbles, how are ya?” He said, with a light laugh at the end.

I turned around and looked at the man calling out to me, Andrew himself. I cringed internally at the nickname, bubbles, but laughed anyway. They’d started calling me bubbles after I blew a piece of gum into a bubble that was so large that when it popped, it ended up all over my face straight out of a cartoon. The nickname stuck.

“Andy!” I squealed, still laughing and now trotting up to him, arms open. “Ah, I’m amazing, how are you?” I inquired, after a quick hug.

He laughed, loud as ever, and it stretched out his cheeks. The stretching of his skin drew my attention to a beard he hadn’t had before. It was… Hot, especially with that hair–

“I’m great, bubbles. Busy as all hell, but y’know, being a musician and all that…” He trailed off, shoving his hands into his pockets and shrugging his shoulders as he smiled sheepishly, looking to the ground for a moment.

Ah. Even after all this time, Hozier , a world renowned musician was still just… Andy. A shy man from the more rural part of Wicklow. I found it to be endearing as all hell.

“Yeah, of course. It’s understandable. What was this, your… Sophomore album?”

“Yeah, it’s called ‘Wasteland, Baby!’ I’m really happy with it. I’ve got a new EP coming out as well to go with it, has some unreleased stuff that couldn’t make it onto the main record, y’know? Time constraints and all that. It would’ve ended up being a two disk album, and the label didn’t like that at first.”

I hummed and nodded along, moving my eyes up and down his body as he got into full nerdy musician mode, going on about his music and the label and the ideas behind each song. He didn’t seem to notice I was only half paying attention. Damn, between that hair and that beard, plus the crisp t-shirt and slacks he was wearing… I was snapped out of my reverie when Alex Ryan walked up to us, a big cheesy grin on his face.

“Bubbles!” He called out, slinging an arm over my shoulder, laughing a little bit. “How’re you going?”

I raised an eyebrow as Andrew sighed and rolled his eyes, grumbling something about Australia under his breath.

“Australia?” I laughed out, then turned more to face Alex. “And how’re you going? ”

Andrew cut in as Alex tried to start explaining what was going on. “Alex came to Australia on tour with me last month and he’s been using their version of ‘how are you’, which is ‘how’re you going’, ever since. Because he’s a pretentious douche who likes to seem more well traveled than he is.” They bickered, but they’d been best mates since I could remember.

I giggled and rolled my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest. “Ah, I see. Well I am going absolutely fine , thanks, Alex. Yourself?”

He gave me a playful wink that I felt a bit too flustered by, for my personal liking, and shrugged. “Doing grand, thanks. Hey, I’ll go grab the three of us some drinks! It’s been too long since we all sat down with a pint together.” He snapped away from my gaze and turned to Andrew, jerking his head toward the kitchen in a bid to get him to follow. He gave me a quick wave as he walked away, and followed Alex calmly.

Alex always reminded me of a mix between… A squirrel and a cat. When you put him in front of a set of keys or a guitar, he was the most talented man you’d ever meet. Extremely elegant, dancing across the instrument with his fingers. His fingers were long, and super flexible from all the playing he did.

However, in any other setting? Squirrely. All over the place. Totally unable to keep his focus on less than three things at a time. It was pitiful, really. How does one go from Australian slang, to asking how one is actually doing, to grabbing drinks in the span of… What was that, two minutes? Less than, probably.

The night went on in a blur of drinks. All sorts of drinks, and I knew not to mix my liquor, but that hard seltzer sounded so refreshing after such a heavy Guinness from a can, and that dirty martini handmade by Andrew himself sounded so yummy, and those jello shots sounded way too appealing to my sweet tooth to resist…

I’d arrived at 6:30pm, and by 9pm I was totally sloshed. It was a Saturday night, though, and I was with my old college friends, who was going to stop me? Neither of them did, and obviously, I wasn’t going to stop myself.

While sitting across the couch from Andrew, I suddenly noticed how nice and buttery his voice was. Sure, he was a career singer, but we’d been friends before any of that. Then, I noticed how sharp his jawline had gotten, how his beard only made it any clearer. Damn, I wanted to run my fingers through that long hair…

Oh, shit.

Suddenly, I was much closer to him than I’d intended to be, and my fingers were running through his hair, and he was looking at me with raised eyebrows, yet he didn’t do anything to stop me. His finger didn’t even twitch. Did he… Was he enjoying this? His face was confused, yet not upset. Somewhat pleased, relaxed, even.

I pulled back after I realized what I’d been doing, flushed deeply, and cleared my throat before taking another tentative sip of my water. I knew I needed to sober up, and bad, so here I sat with a tall glass of water (not referring to Andrew, thanks very much) and what I was almost sure was a slice of strawberry pie, but it could’ve easily had a bit of rhubarb in it too. Either way, divine.

Andrew leaned closer to me after I’d pulled away, a tilted, shy smile on his face. “Why’d you stop?” He muttered, causing me to choke on the bite currently in my mouth. The tart flavor caused a weird tingling sensation in the back of my jaw that I thoroughly enjoyed.

“Stop- Stop what?” I asked quietly, dumbly. I knew exactly what he was talking about, I’d just had my hands in his hair, for crying out loud!

He laughed and grabbed my wrists to gently pull me forward, closer to him. He was just as drunk as I was, I could smell it on his breath. “Y’know, bubbles, I always had a little bit of a crush on you.” He murmured, the warmth of his breath washing over my face like the tide of the sea coming in as he spoke so close to my face.

I choked again, my heart rate skyrocketing at the last three words. A crush on me? He’d made fun of me relentlessly when we’d been college friends! Lightheartedly, of course, and he got it as good as he gave it. Still, though, it was surprising to hear.

“Andy, what?” I laughed, but he shrugged and went on. I couldn’t believe he was serious, but he was. His forehead was suddenly resting on mine, in a way that was far too intimate for a pair of friends that I liked way too much.

“I said, I’d always had a little crush on you in college.” Andrew whispered, his voice much lower than it had been a few minutes before.

I let out a surprised huff of breath and couldn’t quite find the words to reply. That was… 10 or 11 years ago, now. We’d literally been 18 at the time, and he’d just thought to bring it up at the age of twenty-nine ? Absolutely unreal. Endearing, oddly enough. I couldn’t say I was mad or anything like that; surprised was more accurate.

“I see,” I breathed out in reply, hoping I didn’t sound as dumbly flustered as I felt. He flustered me. Him and Alex, both, flustered me.

I felt his hands snake up from my wrists to my shoulders, the callous of his fingertips brushing over the bare skin that my blouse didn’t quite cover. He quietly asked, leaning in further to whisper in my ear, if it was okay. I almost laughed in reply, the question was so ridiculous. It was more than okay. I felt strangely enthralled by his hands gently moving from my wrists, to my shoulders, and down to the middle of my back, pulling me closer still. I was almost on his lap.

“Yes,” I finally uttered. “Absolutely.”

Two words. Two words were apparently all it took for him to drag me roughly onto his lap and crash his lips down against mine. It was glorious. Everything about it felt just right. Not that this was one of those moments where it was like, as soon as his lips touched mine there were fireworks and I knew we’d be in love forever, but it was indescribably satisfying. Like an itch that was too far down my back for me to reach, had finally been scratched. I hadn’t gotten a decent one night stand in for a while , maybe now was my time.

Andrew’s hands gently moved down a bit further before his thumbs were able to hook under my shirt. I knew he’d ask if it was okay, if I was okay with it for him to keep going. I decided to mitigate the question by physically answering before he could even ask it by arching my back forward and pressing my chest against his. He grunted against my lips and nipped at my bottom lip, causing me to yelp slightly before his lips moved down and across my jaw, towards the thin skin of my neck. I huffed out a breath and closed my eyes, my head tilting back and to the right, my skin stretching in a delicious way as he sucked and bit at it. His hands ran under my shirt and now rested on top of the bare skin below. They were warm, and large, and I loved it.

Damn, I was definitely gonna have hickeys tomorrow.

My legs straddled around his waist, and I felt something… Hard prodding at my inner thigh, and I giggled to myself slightly. I’d managed to make him hard already, and all we’d done was kiss a little. Well, maybe not just a little, by now… But we hadn’t done anything but kiss.

I moved my leg, just slightly. Just enough to get him to gasp in a bit out of surprise and maybe a little pleasure, and he nipped down hard on my neck. I yelped and giggled again, his fingertips digging into my hips resting on top of his.

The couch dipped down next to us and he let out a soft sigh against my collarbone, rubbing the tip of his nose against it and up my neck.

“Nice perfume.” Andrew murmured, his voice muffled by my skin. I thanked him quietly, the words tumbling down from my lips. I moved my hands up from the middle of his back to the nape of his neck, where I rested my palms and allowed my fingers to move up and tangle in his hair.

He growled and his fingertips tightened against my hips again, his lips and teeth and tongue, oh, God, the things I wanted that tongue to do to me right now, going back to work on my skin.

I heard a bit of laughter to my right, coming from the direction in which the couch had dipped down, and Alex’s voice rang out, snarky and loud in the nicest possible way, next to us.

“Aye, Andy, you got a pretty one here tonight.” He teased, snickering at the sight of us. One of Andrew’s hands moved off of my hip, and I glanced over at it for a moment to find Andrew giving Alex the middle finger. I laughed a little and closed my eyes again, resting my forehead against the top of Andrew’s head.

“Shut up, you dick.” he growled against my skin, nipping at me again out of frustration. Alex laughed again and scooted closer to us, his voice lowering.

“You know, we both liked her back at Tee-Cee, Andy.” Alex drawled, pronouncing the individual letters ‘T’ and ‘C’. It was what students and alumni alike referred to Trinity College as. Andrew sighed and stopped again for a moment to glance over at him. I felt that glare from where I was sitting, and I didn’t even need to look .

“Shut. Up!” He scolded again, not turning back to me immediately this time. He did get there eventually though, and my heart was pounding in my chest as his tongue ran back up my clavicle and over my common carotid. Both liked me while we were at school? If they’d both managed to fluster me before, this was an entirely different thing. Especially with Andrew’s mouth all over my face and my neck and my chest.

Alex snickered again a moment later, and suddenly a third hand was resting gently on top of my thigh. “Aw, come on, Andrew!” He whined, playfully. “I thought we liked to share.”

I paused. Andrew paused. The room stopped spinning the way it had been before.

Share?

Wait, did these two have some sort of weird threesome agreement going on?

Share?!

Andrew’s head fell forward and he let out a huff, turning to Alex with a death stare. “Alex, no. Not with her. Come on. If she were any other girl, then fine, but we know her. She won’t go home tomorrow morning and have some crazy story to tell her friends. We are her friends.” He drawled, his voice low as he leaned in towards Alex to make sure nobody but Alex and myself could hear him.

I sat there thinking to myself, as Andrew spoke lowly to Alex: was a weird threesome agreement that weird if I found myself kind of wanting to be their third for the night?

They were both attractive men. My type, anyways. Both my age. Both were clearly into me…

I cleared my throat. “Sorry, but what does- what does share mean, exactly?” I squeaked, my head tilting to one side a little more as I tried to view both of them.

Alex smirked and winked at Andrew triumphantly. “Ah, sweetheart, that is all up to you.”

Andrew sighed and his head tilted back, his jaw tightening. His face looked like he was in a mixture of pain and anticipation. I couldn’t tell why, but a tiny smile quirked at the corners of his mouth and he huffed a little, shaking his head before straightening himself up.

“Alex, you are a goddamn freak. And not in a fun sexy way, you’re just weird. ” Andrew grumbled, a small smile still resting upon his face. He reached over and flicked his forehead, and Alex recoiled a little, a smirk playing across his lips as he laughed slightly. Andrew turned to me again, with a more genuine, but still rather gentle, smile. He leaned in closer to my ear and mumbled lowly into it. “You wanna do it, bubbles? Got a whole guest bedroom upstairs that is pristine, and hopefully to your liking…”

My breath caught in my throat. What, exactly, would go down in that bedroom wasn’t specific to me just yet. I knew it would be unholy. Sexual, for sure. Kinky? That seemed to be a possibility at this point.

I needed to think about it. A threesome. With two of my closest guy friends from college. I mean, yeah, they were both undeniably hot. Andrew had this amazing hair and a sharp ass jawline and Alex’s hands alone had me swooning, but this was a lot to jump into at once.

Then it occurred to me: I was already sitting on Andrew’s lap, straddling him, and Alex’s hand was already on my right thigh. Clearly they were into me just as much as I was into them, and I couldn’t believe that thought hadn’t come to me until just then. I cleared my throat, and sucked in a breath.

I looked over at Andrew, then towards Alex, my face flushed. “Yeah. Yes, let’s do it.” I whispered, almost unable to believe the words coming from my own lips. Not that I was unsure about it or anything, I just couldn’t believe I’d found myself in this situation. I was a goddamn cubicle worker at a sales firm, for crying out loud!

A wolfish grin spread across Alex’s lips and Andrew’s already existing smile widened a little as he pushed me off of him to stand up, and I followed suit. Alex came up behind me and put his hand on my lower back, jerking his head towards the stairs about 10 or 15 feet in front of us. “Shall we, love?” He murmured in my ear. I nodded silently and Andrew walked ahead of us, leading the way to what I’d assumed was the guest bedroom he’d referenced just a minute or two ago. I felt a blush creeping up my neck, and I realized Alex saw it too as he chuckled and tightened his hand around my hip for a moment as we followed behind Andrew.

“A little nervous, hm?” He purred into my ear, causing me to cough in surprise. I stuttered for a few moments as my brain short circuited. This motherfu- he was whispering into my ear! He knew what he was doing, goddamn it, and it was not helping the situation!

“I- No!” I squeaked out, causing him to laugh a little more and Andrew laughed along with him. We’d reached the top of the stairs now, and he took a turn and opened the door to what was evidently his guest bedroom. I was surprised by the sight of it.

It wasn’t like, barely lived in, half filled with unused items and exercise equipment being used as a storage space. It had a really large window facing the east, and a large bed in the middle of the wall opposite the window, covered in a set of white sheets, and a fluffy comforter with a dark green duvet cover on it. In one corner, nearest to the dark wood dresser, there stood a thriving monstera plant and across from that, another hanging vine sort of plant from the ceiling. The bed frame, too, was sturdy dark wood and so were the bedside tables on either side of the bed. It was cohesive, cozy, well decorated.

I giggled a little to myself and noted the clear durability of the bed frame, glad to see it wouldn’t… Potentially break under the weight of the three of us doing whatever this was going to become on the top of it. Andrew quirked a brow at my giggles and I shrugged and waved him off, my hands clasped in front of myself afterwards. He cleared his throat and gestured to the bed somewhat awkwardly, not quite looking at me as his other hand was rubbing the back of his neck.

“If you want, you can, ehm, sit down for a moment. I’ll be right back.” He muttered, then turned out of the room, the door clicking shut behind him. I was slightly confused, but sat down on the end of the bed anyway, and Alex followed me, standing in front of me.

“Don’t worry about him, he’s just grabbing a few things.” He said lowly, one of his hands gently grabbing my chin and tilting my head upwards, and he hunched over to my level. “You mind?” He murmured, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip.

I couldn’t find it in myself to utter a reply, so I just nodded silently, and he leaned in, his lips gently pressing against mine. My eyes fluttered shut and I took in his kiss, returning it just as gently as he had given it. I noticed his style was much different from Andrew’s. Andrew was aggressive. He treated it like he was hungry, almost. Like he was afraid that if he wasn’t abrasive enough with it I wouldn’t want any more of him. Alex was different. His gentleness in his movements came not from a lack of confidence, but from an abundance of it. He knew there was no need to rush through any of it, because he felt as though there was no point when he was such a wantable person. It almost bordered on arrogance, but it was… Comforting, in a way. He was more sure of himself, and therefore, so was I.

Alex’s lips moved gently over mine, his tongue running over the seam of them, asking but not begging for entrance. My lips parted for him, but as soon as I did that, his mouth moved down to my jaw and across my neck. He kneeled down in front of me to presumably be more comfortable, and he took his time mapping out every inch of skin he could possibly access above the neckline of my shirt. I gasped as he nipped gently at my collarbone, his teeth grazing my skin. He chuckled against me, the sound muffled by my body, and moved his hands to my hips.

The door clicked open again just then, and Andrew came in and set some things down at the small desk in the room, tutting. “Ah, you’ve started without me, I take it.” He grumbled, pulling his shirt off over his head, and proceeding to put up his hair.

Alex sighed against my skin, his breath warm, and pulled away. “Not quite, Andy, just getting… Warmed up.” He said, grinning at the end. He turned back to look at me again and pulled at the waistband of my pants, then the hemline of my shirt. “You wanna do us a favor and get those useless things off, pretty girl?” He murmured, and I flushed.

I swallowed and cleared my throat, then croaked out a response barely louder than the whirring of the central heating system. “Yeah, sure.” I replied, then stood up slowly. Alex did the same, and as I pulled all my clothing off except for the bra and panties below, I watched the boys do the same, leaving their boxers on.

Oh my god, their boxers were tight. Tented, if you will. At just the premise of it all, this was the state they were in. And I couldn’t blame them. Alex stalked back over to me and kneeled down in front of me again, while Andrew climbed onto the bed behind me. My breath caught in my throat as he kneeled behind me on the bed, his hands resting on my shoulders as he pressed gentle kisses and nips along my trapezius and the side of my neck, while Alex hooked his fingers under the waistband of my underwear and pressed gentle kisses along my hip, then up to my chest. I closed my eyes and took in their movements, Andrew’s fingers brushing up and down my arms, Alex’s lips working their way over my entire torso. I sighed out and Alex paused just as I was beginning to make sense of it all, tugging at the waistband of my panties again.

“You mind if I take these off, pretty?” He mumbled against the top of one of my breasts, and I shook my head no. “Lovely.” He replied, and tugged them down, throwing them to the side. He rested my right ankle on one of his shoulders, and began kissing up my leg, a small grin on his face.

He worked past my femoral artery, past my knee, and up, up, up… And then stopped. So close to where I wanted him to be, his nose right up against the outer layers of the center of me. I looked down at him, my face turning into desperate confusion, and let out a disgruntled noise.

“What- Goddamn you, what are you doing? Why’d you stop?” I whined, coming off far more needy than I’d meant to.

Andrew chuckled against my skin, and Alex laughed beneath me and rolled his eyes a little. “Just gonna ask if it was okay for me to eat you out, darling.” He murmured, the warmth of his breath washing over me. My breath caught in my throat at the feeling and I swallowed again.

“Yes, please do. I am- that is more than okay.” I breathed out, my leg twitching over his shoulder.

Alex looked past me at Andrew and gave him a wink before hoisting my other leg up over his shoulder, and he leaned in closer. His tongue brushed over my folds, and I closed my eyes, and once again, tried to make sense of the feelings on my body.

“Shit.” I whispered, my heartbeat quickening in my chest.

Alex laughed a little and the sound caused his lips to vibrate the tiniest bit against me as his chest rumbled with the noise, and I clenched my jaw. He continued to move his mouth against me, his tongue darting out of his mouth every so often to lick up through the folds and over my clit, and everytime that got a little bit of friction I sucked in a tiny breath, and my body ached for more. I found myself leaning back on my elbows, my head pressing against Andrew’s chest as he sat behind me.

Alex’s mouth worked its way further up, his mouth now sheerly focused on my clit, his tongue circling around it and his lips cupped around it, sucking and licking. I was gasping and trying not to let myself moan out too loudly. There was still an entire party going on downstairs. A hot jolt of pleasure ran up through my body every few moments, and it proved to be a rather difficult battle.

Andrew leaned down further from behind me on the bed, towards my ear, and he purred out some words. “You look so pretty like this, sweetheart.” He said, his hands coming up from behind me and cupping over my breasts. “You’re so beautiful, with his lips on your clit, legs on his shoulders, with your body writhing. Absolutely radiant.” His hands squeezed around my breasts, and his lips moved to my neck as he began kissing me.

I gasped and my legs inadvertently tightened around Alex’s head as his tongue started lapping at me and sucking against me even faster, harsher than before. He heard me getting praised and increased the intensity of his own actions. He knew the praise made me feel even more needy, even more wanting, and he responded in kind. My suspicions from earlier were concisely confirmed: this was, indeed, not the first time that they’d done this together. They had a system, knew how to make whatever partner they had that night feel as good as possible. It was working, I had to admit.

I felt a distinctive twisting sensation in my stomach and let out a whine, pleasure bolting up my spine and through the core of my body. “Ah, damn it–” I whined, my breathing picking up, chest heaving. Andrew’s hands moved under my bra, his hands now sitting against my bare skin. He rolled my pebbled nipples in between his fingers, and I yelped with pleasure, my back arching up. He laughed richly at the motion and leaned down to bite and kiss at the skin of my neck, smiling.

“I take it you liked that, beauty, hm?” He cooed, moving one of his hands up to tangle through the strands of my hair, his fingertips gently massaging my scalp. I whimpered and exhaled sharply, seeing stars behind my eyelids.

“Yes.” I blurted, before being cut off by the sounds of my own cries tumbling from my lips, Alex’s mouth working strongly against my core, his tongue lapping at my clit. I kept moaning and crying out, my stomach continuing to twist into knots at the sensations running through my body. My lips remained parted, and Andrew would occasionally reach down my bra and pinch one of my nipples between his calloused fingertips.

The twisting got stronger and stronger, my legs starting to quiver on Alex’s shoulders, and suddenly a wave of pleasure washed over my body, the intensity almost like a burning. The earth felt as though it had stopped spinning on its axis and I felt everything dissolve around me to nothing more than a chorus of white noise and bright light, caused by the sheer intensity of the shockwaves crashing over my entire body.

I slowly came down from the experience, my heart stuttering and pounding in my chest, and I opened my eyes again, glancing around myself in… wonder? A man had actually managed to make me cum, unassisted, for once in my life. Truly astonishing.

Andrew’s mouth pulled away from my neck and he laughed slightly, looking at me with one raised eyebrow. “Sufficient?” He lightly questioned, his voice gentle and low.

I breathlessly looked over at him, my chest still heaving below his large, gentle hands. “Um… Yes, I would say so.” I breathed, my throat dry and my vision still somewhat unfocused.

Alex pulled his mouth off of me and looked up at me through his eyelashes, the skin surrounding his mouth glistening. He looked almost feral, hungry for more yet satisfied at the same time. He licked his lips and gave me a tilted smile, standing up after a few moments. “You taste lovely, doll.” he teased, looking down at me. I felt my face flush and my head still felt a little fuzzy as he spoke to me, and I closed my eyes and let my head fall back to get in a decent breath, or as decent I could make it right now, anyway.

Andrew tapped me on the shoulder from behind and my eyes fluttered open as I turned my head back to glance over my shoulder at him. “Yes?” I croaked, my voice surprisingly hoarse. Clearly, I’d been much louder than intended and my throat was paying the price.

He laughed a little and raised his eyebrows slightly, then leaned in closer to my ear and husked his words out. “What’s your opinion on riding, bubbles?”

I choked on my words for what seemed like the millionth time this evening. Jesus christ, the man really got down to the point, didn’t he? However, I did genuinely consider the question. “I’m… A fan.” I whispered back, my blood rushing to my head from the excitement and embarrassment running through my veins. Andrew chuckled lowly as Alex let out a huff and pulled on my wrists to help me sit up properly again.

“Ah, so he gets the delight of actual intercourse first, and I don’t, after you just came all over my mouth? Very egalitarian.” Alex grumbled sarcastically. Andrew cut in himself before I could reply.

“Oh, come on, it isn’t as if you didn’t enjoy every moment of making her cum all over your mouth, Alex. Stop your moaning and groaning, you’ll get your bloody chance. Don’t forget I sat here and watched all of that.”

Alex rolled his eyes and huffed again, then walked around to the other side of the bed, standing beside one of the bedside tables. His expression was rather sardonic, but he wasn’t actually mad, it seemed, rather… Anticipatory. I’d finally put my finger on it: that was it. I expected a rather long night ahead, not that I was complaining.

Andrew got up and shimmied off his boxers, throwing them haphazardly to one corner of the room, jostling the monstera plant that had initially caught my attention after I first entered the bedroom. He sank down onto the bed following those movements, a tilted smile on his face.

My gaze snapped to his cock, and I looked at it with some surprise. He was clean shaven, and looked satisfactorily large, but not to the point of causing pain or discomfort, with a noticeable vein running down the length of his shaft.

I blushed and smiled a little to myself, looking at the light pink color of his tip, and I found myself telling him my thoughts before I had the chance to put my filter back into place. “Your tip’s a pretty color.” I muttered.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, his grin widening before he let out a light laugh. Andrew had always been quite confident of his cock, but the color of his glans had clearly never crossed his mind. It was a light rosy color, pinker than the rest of his pale skin, with a rather decent ridge. “Ah, thank you…” he replied quietly, his eyes raking over the rest of my body. I felt a little rush of shyness, as I’d never had two people looking at me like this before, and it suddenly occurred to me exactly how intimate the situation I was in had become.

Andrew seemed to pick up on his, as he grabbed my hands gently and tugged me forward, his smile becoming smaller and more tilted again, akin to a smirk. “No need to be nervous, love, just… Enjoy the experience. I most certainly am.”

I sucked in a breath and let it out in an effort to calm myself down, and smiled slightly at him. “Mhm, you’re right…” I breathed out, and moved myself over him, my hips hovering just above his cock. It stood strongly upright, perpendicular to the rest of his body, and I watched his breath catch in his throat as I moved just above him. He swallowed and looked between my face and my hips, eyes wide, face flushed.

“May I?” I whispered, and he nodded quickly, his expression turning to something like desperation.

“ Please, god…” he replied, his voice almost inaudible.

I swallowed, my throat dry, and sunk down onto him, a gasp escaping me at the sudden stretching I experienced. I realized rather quickly that I had moved too fast, and his fingers immediately moved up to my hips and gripped them with bruising force, with his head falling back and a quiet groan escaping his lips.

“Jesus– Inconsolable weeping christ -” he growled out, his eyes squeezing shut, his voice tight. I let out a huff and closed my own eyes for a few moments, and sighed out, resting my hands over his own large ones, still gripping my hips.

“That’s a new one,” I breathed out, beginning to slowly move myself up and down, the muscles of my thighs tensed. I let my head fall back for a few moments before my neck craned forward, the other way. “Care to explain?”

Andrew's breath hitched and a frustrated look crossed his face, his fingertips digging into my flesh again. “Not the time for small talk.” he growled, then took in a long breath. “Fuck, relax , goddamn it, you’re tighter than a bloody vice.”

I sighed and bit my lip, his mild command only fueling my tenseness in the most positive possible way. I set a rapid pace, wanting more, more, more. More of him, more of whatever this had become.

I inhaled sharply and tightened my hands over his own, both of us holding each other tightly. The muscles in my legs strained over his hips as I rocked on top of him, and I saw veins bulging in his forehead. I looked down at where the two of us met, and I saw his cock slipping in and out of me, and my gaze was fixated on the sheer satisfaction of seeing that.

The bed dipped behind me, and I felt a pair of hands place themselves at the base of my neck, then dip down and brush over my shoulders. The light touch gave me goosebumps and I shuttered, swallowing hard.

Alex’s voice sounded quietly from behind me, directly into my ear. “You do look remarkably tense, doll.” he purred. “Do our Andy a favor here and just… Let the feelings run through you, don’t try and force it.” His lips met my shoulder after he’d finished speaking, and his hands, lithe and flexible, found their way to just under my breasts.

He began to massage the flesh as he placed gentle kisses on the nape of my neck, running his nose from the base of my neck up to my hairline. I groaned quietly and leaned back, my head pressing against his collarbone, his body supporting me.

The action of leaning back while still bouncing on top of Andrew caused his cock to hit just the right spot while inside of me, and I gasped, my eyes snapping open.

I clenched around him again and his hips jerked up, a loud cry escaping his mouth. “Fucking christ, you’re going to– God fucking damn it, you’re so good, sweetheart, you’re absolutely gorgeous. Just– fuck , good girl, just like that.” he rasped, his voice strained and hoarse.

Alex nuzzled into my skin from behind, his fingers dancing up further onto my breasts, his hands cupping them as he began to massage more deeply. My nipples sat squarely in the palm of his hand, and he let out a low hum of approval against my skin as Andrew stuttered. “Look at him.” he whispered. “You’re doing so well for him. He’s barely even able to speak. That’s all you, babe.”

whimpered and a tight expression came across my face, my eyebrows pinched together in the middle, eyes clenched shut, my jaw tight. I bit back a moan and Alex tutted behind me, pinching my nipples.

“You sound so lovely when you make noises for us, don’t hold back, honey.” he cooed, and my brain melted at his words. I let out a guttural cry, my pace quickening atop Andrew. Our hips rutted together and I heard him let out a groan from below me, his breath rasping. I opened my eyes and looked down at him beneath me, his face twisted up.

“Jesus fucking ever-loving christ , oh my God . Exactly like that, love, you’re– you’re so– Fuck !” He exclaimed, and his back arched up off of the bed.

I gasped and threw my head back, my eyes fluttering shut again as he pushed himself further up into me, pressing hard against me. He gasped in a few breaths and continued rutting into me, babbling with his face twisted up. “I’m– Christ, I’m coming– I– God .” He sputtered, his fingernails digging into my skin.

I let out another whimper and threw my head back onto Alex’s shoulder, and he let out a low chuckle and pinched my nipples in between his fingertips once more, rolling them between his fingers. He removed one of his hands and moved it to the back of my head and gently pulled on my hair, moving my head to the side as he lightly bit me just above my jugular vein.

My pace on top of Andrew became uneven and slower, my muscles spasming and shaking as the spring in my abdomen which had been coiling tighter and tighter this whole time finally released. I whined and clenched my thighs around Andrew’s hips, coming to a standstill as waves of fiery pleasure ripped through my body. I gasped in a few breaths and collapsed against Alex, my breaths coming in slow heaves.

Alex let out a low chuckle and nuzzled into the crook of my neck for a moment, then pulled away slightly to speak. “You smell delightful . Like sex. Very good sex, at that.”

I let out a breathy noise, my throat dry, and took a few deep breaths before I slowly lifted myself off of Andrew. He let out a small whimper at the loss of the warmth surrounding him, and I collapsed backwards onto Alex with my full weight. He laughed slightly and pressed a gentle kiss to my temple after maneuvering me to turn to face him.

“Catch your breath, darling.” he cooed, wrapping his arms around me and running the tips of his fingers up and down my spine. “You were absolutely fantastic. Andrew’s basically just a pile of flesh and bone now.”

Andrew gave a breathy laugh and moved his hands behind his head, his elbows bent up. “Have fun watching, then, Alex?” He teased, a smile on his face.

Alex smirked and sighed out, pretending to mull over the question, then nodded. “A lovely time, as a matter of fact.”

They both laughed together and Andrew slowly sat up, hoisting himself off of the bed and rather standing next to it. I was still collapsed against Alex and he hummed and pressed a gentle kiss just behind my ear before laying me down on the plush mattress of the bed, stomach down.

He began to press small kisses against my skin, starting at the tip of my ear, then moving slowly down to the nape of my neck. I let out a heavy breath as he kissed my skin, feeling his hands gently hold my waist from above. His lips ran down my spine until he reached just above my hips, where he stopped and moved back up again.

Andrew sat back down on the bed next to where I was laying and intertwined his fingers through my hair and let out a long sigh, carding through the thick mass of hair atop my head. I hummed contentedly and allowed my eyes to flutter shut, taking a few deep breaths. We sat contentedly for a few minutes like this, and I caught my breath.

Alex’s hands eventually gave my waist a squeeze and he leaned down to whisper in my ear again. “You ready?” He questioned, and I looked over my shoulder at him and nodded. Round three. I couldn’t say I was any type of upset about the prospect. I slowly sat up and turned around to face him, and he chuckled and shook his head.

“No need to face me. Lay down at the end of the bed, love, your head at the foot of it.”

I raised my eyebrows and then gave him a questioning look, confused as to why he could possibly want me there. “Why… For what?” I slowly asked.

He shrugged and smirked at me. “I’d just like to try something, yeah? Is that alright?”

I sighed and thought about it. What could he possibly want to try? The possibilities, frankly, seemed endless. It couldn’t have been anything too extreme, I was sure he’d be aware not to do anything ridiculous. It was already insane enough to have agreed to a threesome on a whim, at what was just meant to be a houseparty.

I sighed again and swallowed hard, putting aside my trepidation and allowing excitement to take over instead. “Yeah, alright.” I replied quietly, and made my way slowly to the end of the bed, laying down the way he’d instructed me to.

I watched Andrew get off of the bed and stand aside, looking at Alex expectantly, almost as if waiting for an instruction. Alex smirked and moved to kneel in between my legs, gently resting a hand on one of my ankles.

“May I?” he asked, his other hand resting on my upper thigh. I nodded and he slowly moved closer to me, my legs spreading out beneath him. His head came to press against my entrance and I sucked in a breath a little.

Andrew laughed quietly and kneeled on the ground at the foot of the bed, his hands resting on my shoulders, his thumbs moving to massage small circles into my muscles. “Ah, darling, relax, you’ve been so tense this whole time. Believe me, if you say the word, all this can stop or change in some way. Your consent, explicit consent , is what makes this fun, hm?”

I took a deep breath and nodded, swallowing hard again. A small smile appeared on my face. “Yeah, sure. You’re– no, you’re right.”

He nodded affirmatively from above me and let his hands rest gently on my shoulders even as the motions of his massaging stopped. I looked up at Alex, waiting for his movements.

“We good?” He asked quietly, his expression full of anticipation and excitement. I nodded, and his hands came up to grip my hips gently, and he was careful to make sure that his fingers did not touch the points at which Andrew had so deeply pressed into earlier that evening. He was more careful, slower about these things than Andrew tended to be. The way they contrasted each other was lovely, especially in this situation.

I felt Alex’s hips move forward, pushing his cock into me slowly. He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes as he buried himself into me, and I let out a heavy breath. I hadn’t taken much time to properly look at his cock, but based on the feeling, I could tell it was slightly thicker in diameter, about the width of his two thumbs put together side by side, and it stretched me slightly more.

I jolted a little as he slowly pulled back out of me, and he tutted under his breath. “Doll, you– fuck– god, you’re lovely, but you need to be still . I need you to be still for me, okay?” He murmured, and nodded towards Andrew.

I was confused about his nod towards Andrew until his hands gently came down to hold my wrists and pull my arms above my head.

Alex smiled a little, satisfied, and looked down at me, his hands more firmly holding my hips against the mattress. “Is it alright if we hold you like this, love?” he murmured, and I gulped and nodded. Ah, this is what he meant by try something. I didn’t mind at all, I was just surprised momentarily.

“Yes, this is fine. It’s definitely alright.”

His smile grew a little larger and he nodded decisively. “Good. You say anything at all about it, and we’ll stop. One word is all you need to say.”

“Got it.”

He set a comfortable pace, not necessarily slow, but not horribly fast either. He found a comfortable middle point that seemed to be working well for both of us. His hips snapped against mine, and I found myself squirming beneath the pressure of his hands on my hips and Andrew’s hands holding my wrists above my head.

I arched my back a little, rather unsuccessfully, and let out a pant. “Oh, god.” I whined, feeling a twisting in my stomach.

“Ah– darling, you’re doing so well. Fuck . Absolutely– absolutely amazing.” He rasped, his head falling back for a moment as we both became engulfed in the sensations of it all. His hands tightened slightly for a moment as he buried himself into me over and over again, rutting his hips into mine.

I continued to squirm, and Andrew chuckled lightly from behind and leaned over me to give my jaw a kiss and a nip. I let out a strangled noise and he ran his nose over my neck, Alex rubbing his thumbs in circles against my skin.

He pulled my hips down harder onto his, seating himself back on his haunches as he found a comfortable, but faster, pace. “How are you feeling, love?” he breathed out, his head falling forward with pleasure, his eyes closing for a few moments.

I tried to string words together to properly form a sentence, but what came out amounted to what I could only describe as a whimpering type of moan. “I– Fine– Yes– oh, god. ” I almost sobbed, every sensation just piling on top of the one before it. I wanted so badly to move against him and make my clit rub up against his flesh properly, desperate to cum, yet I was being held down rather firmly.

He huffed out a response, his jaw clenching for a moment, the muscles in his neck straining. “ Christ , doll, you’re– god– Use your words. I don’t know what you need if you can’t say it, love.” he stuttered in between thrusts.

I whined and pressed my head firmly against the mattress, causing my neck to arch upwards. “I– fucking Christ – I want to cum–” I whimpered, my chest heaving. “Please?” I questioned, and he let out a low growl after I said please, his speed picking up rapidly.

“Good girl. Use your words.” He panted, his hands moving roughly down from my hips to my thighs, holding them in place around his waist as he set a brutal, but immensely satisfying pace.

I gasped in, then let out a cry, my body quaking beneath his as he drove himself in and out of me, almost frantic in his movements.

“ Christ almighty– Alex, god . Oh fuck, just like that, just there.” I gasped, my wrists straining against Andrew’s grip. He chuckled a little bit more darkly and leaned forward to kiss my forehead and then moved to nip at the tip of my ear.

“You sound nice, love. Especially with his name in your mouth, you know?” he muttered quietly, his thumbs moving in circles around my wrists.

A shiver went down my spine and a pool of fire started gathering in my stomach, and I almost sobbed again at the feeling of everything. Alex continued to slam into me, his pace unrelenting. I gasped in a breath, convulsing around him, my brain going fuzzy and my vision feeling starry as I toppled over the cliff I’d been teetering on and into the valley of my orgasm, panting and moaning beneath him.

He let out a deep, passionate sound, and his hands clutched my thighs and he stilled me. His pace stuttered and slowed down, until he stopped and threw his head back.

“Jesus fucking christ,” he growled. “You are really something else.” he slowly pulled out of me and both of their hands came off of me, and I melted into the bed, my breathing heavy.

I didn’t think I’d ever felt so spent, yet so satisfied in my entire life. I sighed out and propped myself up on my elbows, slowly. I glanced around myself. Alex had collapsed backwards onto the bed and Andrew wasn’t too far off, sitting in the armchair in one corner of the room, his breathing gentle. I laughed lightly and collapsed backwards again, shaking my head in disbelief.

Andrew stirred after a few moments and walked over to me, offering a hand. “Come on, love, let’s get you clean and comfortable.” he muttered, a gentle smile on his face.

I took his hand and stood up, sighing gently. “I suppose that is the correct course of action.”

He took me to the bathroom and started the shower for me, giving me soap and helping me into the tub, since my muscles were immensely weak and immensely sore at the time. That’ll happen when you do… whatever that was.

His hands ran through my hair gently, with shampoo and conditioner to get it washed properly. Andrew had a lot of hair, he knew how to handle the basics. He had to or else he’d look absolutely horrific all the time.

Around half an hour later, we’d both managed to get clean, and soon enough, he’d managed to kick Alex out of the guest room to go get cleaned up as well. I curled up in the bed, wearing one of Andrew’s shirts as pajamas, and let out a deep sigh.

We each went our separate ways that night for sleeping, as Andrew had purchased a needlessly large house for himself, and went to bed. It was some of the best sleep I’d ever had in my life.

The next morning, as I was walking out of his home, I turned to him and laughed a little. “Same time next week?”

He gave me a non-answer, a smirk and a wink, and shrugged. “See ya later, bubbles.”

[nerdieforpedro]

20 Questions of Writers 📑

I was tagged by @frenchiereading @avastrasposts and @maggiemayhemnj (Bless the three of you. You know a dissertation is coming 🤣🤣🤣) 💜

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I have 81 works on AO3. There are some that are there and not on Tumblr yet. As to why, some of them are other series I haven’t finished or I’m not sure if I should post them here.

2. What is your total AO3 word count?

As of today: 351,908 words (updated for a new chapter of one of my works)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently: Pedro Pascal, Oscar Issac, Garrett Hedlund and might dabble in Call of Duty (maybe)

No longer writing: Marvel

4. Top Five fics by kudos: (some of these were written long ago, when Nerdie was a wee one in fandom)

Sard’ika Sessions (the most in kudos and hits- it tells me ya’ll like Din being a soft dom and using several different tools, maybe at the same time?)

Our Journey Across the Star Ocean (people enjoy the way I write Din maybe?)

The Viper Longs for Foliage (the one fic I have about Oberyn Martell - I don’t feel I write him well but people feel differently I suppose 🤔)

The Best and the Worst Day (AO3 only - Chris Evans fix it was a phase 🫣)

I want him to see me (AO3 only - I had to look up what this was lol Sebastian Stan fic)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes! I make sure to go through my inbox to reply to anyone who was nice enough to leave me one. ☺️

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Bold of you to assume I finish fics regularly 👀

Scarlet Stains and their Echoes Such angst with a Backstreet Boys joke thrown in. 😆

7. What is the fic you wrote that has the happiest ending?

This is a three way tie (cheating because Nerdie is not above it) between Sard’ika Sessions, The Lake Between Us and Parts of you Mr. Morales. Each fic has a different Pedro character - Din, Ezra (I had to give him something happy 😭) and Frankie.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not that I’ve seen. I totally thought I would and that’s why something stay on AO3 or in the WIP folder but so far I have not. It’s like waiting for the other shoe to drop.

9. Do you write smut?

I used to. I used to write a lot and enjoyed it. I find now that when I write smut it’s awkward and takes me at least a month to finish a smut scene because despite watching and reading reference materials (porn and other awesome smut fanfic here and on AO3) I don’t have the same mojo when writing it any more. I feel a bit sad about it, but there’s nothing that’s worked. It’s not like I don’t have thots. I just can’t get them in a fic. 😭😭

10. Craziest Crossover?

I haven’t really done many. One m/m fic where Din and Poe crossed blasters (pun fully intended), one sandwich with a female reader, Lucian Flores and Benny Miller, My Tim Rockford series where Dieter is his brother and that’s about it I think 🧐

11. Have you ever have a fic stolen? Not that I know of. So happy I’m in my small weird little box 📦

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Not that I know of.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic? Nope I would be open to it but I dunno how the process would work.

14. All time favorite ship? The Razor Crest, it has room for passengers. 😆

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Such heart ache 😣 My first series that I started was with Dave York (he was done so dirty dammit!) and it was pretty smut filled. Felt with him and the OFC’s messed up dynamic as well but because of all the smut and how I can’t seem to write smut to save my neck now, it will likely go unfinished. 😭

16. What are your writing strengths?

Honestly, I’m not sure. Maybe just the weird plot ideas I can make and dialogue. That’s about it.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Finishing a fic, SMUT, weak comedy (I can’t resist it though), fixating on small details that don’t matter and everything that wasn’t listed as a strength. What is writing really? Can I make the words go together? 😨

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Pretty cool, just make sure you ask a native speaker in that language to look over things before posting. I have found that some of my Spanish is too literal and no native Spanish speaker is actually going to say that. Plus each language always has little nuances you need to take into account.

19. First Fandom you wrote in? Marvel 👀 Look it was a phase dammit! 🫣 Leave me alone. 😭

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Nerdie will cheat again, because this is her post! 😆 I enjoy all my fics. Otherwise, why would I write them? But one stands above the rest. It gives me all the feels, giggles, some funny banter, smut that took a damn month to write and inspired @soft-persephone to tag me in a meme that @boliv-jenta made, Weddings 101 with Dieter.

If there’s one fic that I feel has the majority of my writing (all styles and facets) in it, Weddings 101 would be it. My humor, agnst, attempt at making a villain and sub-plots, slow burn romance with a goat as Dieter’s ride or die. 🤗 That trash panda gave me a lot so I wrote him a wild ass series. 😋

NPT: @tinytinymenace @megamindsecretlair @perotovar @pedroshotwifey @lady-bess

@djarinmuse @alltheglitterandtheroar @inept-the-magnificent @lotusbxtch

@jeewrites @rosecentaur1916 @westside-rot @jessthebaker @trulybetty

@rhoorl @musings-of-a-rose @saturn-rings-writes @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @magpiepills

@secretelephanttattoo @morallyinept @goodwithcheese

[phighterss]

HALLOO!!

Wow, it’s been a while since i’ve sent something through your inbox.

I couldn’t help but see some of your last posts complaining about shipping in the Phighting fandom, as well as in other roblox fandoms, and man…. I gotta agree.

I am generally a very quiet person when i join any kind of fandom (i mainly don’t interact much with anyone, i’m just like sitting there in the back watching) and i usually don’t really have much of a problem with ships (AS LONG AS THEIR NOT PROBLEMATIC!!), like, whenever i see that, i have the same reaction as every pice of art in the community, that being ‘oh that neat’ and move on.

BUT MAN. WHY IS THERE SO MUCH SHIPPING IN THE PHIGHTING COMMUNITY???

Like i can go on tumblr to look at art, stories, etc, and i bet you not- most if is ships. Of course, i leant to shut up and say ‘man, it is what it is ig’. But then… on Ao3… i don’t mean this at all to other creator on there, but the number of problematic stuff i’ve seen there…

Like vro, i’ve seen the dark side of the moon and it ain’t nice. (I’ve read ONE problematic fic out of pure curiosity, and i couldn’t even finish it. Never again vro.)

I’m genuinely not trying to ruin anyone’s fun, or at least those that have ships of the characters in the phighting fandom, i’m just saying there’s a lot of art. But at the end of the day as long as it is not problematic, i can appreciate any kind of art, or writing.

OK THANK YOU FOR LISTENING TO MY RAMBLING!! BYEEE!

since im a hardcore self shipper i literally cannot understand why ships even have their charm like why do u gaf about a relationship that isn’t yours like I just CANT get it and it infuriates me seeing it

why can’t the self shipping community be more popular. it makes more sense to me that self ship would be higher on the popularity scale but ig not

I generally block any and all phighting shippers purely because I have a really bad grudge against them because they have everything I will never have. they have fellow shippers. I quite literally NEVER meet self shippers

I have a habit of looking down on people so I look down on canon x canon shippers a lot cuz it makes no sense to me geniuinely

it’s even worse when the fandom that is 98% ships is also common IN GAME like when im playing phighting i find swocket and hypertana shippers like please LEAVE I genuinely am fucking sick of seeing yall everywhere

ofc I’m one of the less tolerant self shippers and I’m really annoyed when I see a cool ass artist and then find out they a shipper. like what the fuck

[vargassdottir]

So here’s the deal. I promised I wouldn’t upload more fics until they were done, cause I felt like crap over making people wait. Now these fics, old and new, are all ones I’ve been continuing writing now for some time and all have reached chapter 20 or more - making them almost ready for posting!

Would love to know what people are more interested in seeing!

All fics will be posted both here and Ao3 (working on transferring pre-existing tumblr based fics to Ao3 as well!)

[tessa-quayle]

FanFiction Recommendations

before I disclose my favorite Pedro Pascal character-related fan fiction here, a few caveats and disclosed biases: I’m a woman of a certain age.  I was your average English lit major.  I’m the dork who - upon listening to Jewel’s debut album and hearing the lyric “you can be Henry Miller and I’ll be Anais Nin” in the mid 1990s  - legit hauled my ass to the local public library and looked up Anais Nin - using the Dewey Decimal system - to read her elevated smut.  Right now I’m a content but exhausted, ragey American woman in a mid-life crisis.  I hate bullshit, I have an ok attention span, I scroll/read after the family’s gone to bed.  

if you look at my semi-neglected Tumblr page, you’ll see I’m relatively new to the Pedro fandom.  What a privilege to dive into really superb writing.  This is clearly not an exhaustive list and reflects my tastes (and to each her/his/their own)!  But if you’re an exhausted parent in a mid-life crisis and have no time, this may be for you! 

in no particular order...

@fuckyeahdindjarin - masterlist - Cee describes herself as a writer who pens romantic comedies - and she does a stellar job with them - but she sells herself short and fails to mention the sex scenes she writes are hot.  especially love the consent series (dieter bravo), the grays 2-part series (frankie morales), and of course, the ongoing joel miller/pin series.  a delightful mix of angst, sweetness, spice.  and a thoughtful writer with an inclusive mindset. 

@absurdthirst - masterlist - if you told me Keri has a few stories published in several “best of erotica” anthologies, I’d believe you.  good smut is fucking hard to write.  this is great smut.  this is smut you read and then take a cold shower afterwards or do whatever it is you like to do to get yourself off.  it’s smut that even as a non-smoker and knowing all the terrible health risks you may think goddamn I need a cigarette.  I'm partial to a few Javier Pena and Agent Whiskey pieces, but you’d be satisfied reading any of her stories.

@something-tofightfor - masterlist - Rachael should give a master class on how to write the best slow burn.  Her Joel Miller stories stand out for several reasons including - 1) she thoughtfully incorporates elements of the original canon/game into her fanfic which is uncommon in the PP fandom (from what I’ve seen/read at least), 2) every Joel story/chapter is compelling and well imagined.  Her current series on Tim Rockford has me on the edge of my seat and I'm eagerly awaiting the next installment.  And judging from the titles of her stories, we have similar music tastes (ha!). 

@disgruntledspacedad - this writer hasn’t updated in several months, but their Javier Pena multi-chapter fic (and folks, there are MANY out there) called Better Love is the one that kept me going and going and wanting to read more (see mention of short attention span in a tired mama above).  being in the healthcare field, I also arch my eyebrows out of curiosity when someone weaves medical stuff into their writing and wonder what line of work they do.  (yes I'm a terribly biased nerd, I’m a sucker for when someone puts a f!physician reader into their PP-character related drabble).

@jomiddlemarch - she is a great friend and a gifted, amazing writer who always makes me wonder “how does she do this and how does she do this so well and so quickly while the rest of us plebes are just getting through our day.”  she writes for MULTIPLE fandoms (and judging from the notes on her posts, I think her readership is more into those than Pedro and the Last of Us but it’s ok!), and started writing Joel Miller and an OFC (she created!) named Grace Yang (NOT ME - but maybe there’s a chance she created this OFC to shut me up since I’ve been rambling on and on about how besotted I am with Pedro 😂).  If you’re into OFCs, read her stuff.  Check out the (ongoing) entire series on her AO3 here.  Here’s one story that you can find on her Tumblr.  Two of the five stories are Ted Lasso crossovers - all her stories are written so richly and so layered - she’s the star in your writing workshop who’s showing and not telling - I’m still thinking about how there’s so much to unpack in the latest one. :) 

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omg i am sending an ask bcz i think we have the same standpoint on this but i was on ao3 b4 tumblr so i was honestly rly confused when i was learning tumblr culture around here & saw how long fics & series’ weren’t popular/didn’t do as well on here than ao3 😭 i even actually disliked oneshots i never reached for them up until writing on here bcz i would always b like “IT’S NOT ENOUGHH” LOL i love the art of expanding on storylines :’) def no hate to people who do bcz ofc i’ve written the same & i love a good short fic to indulge in & rest my brain, but i agree w/ you long ones r my absolute favs & i cherish the people who write them on tumblr tons…sorry if this is js rambling lmfao but THIS IS JS ENCOURAGEMENT FROM ME TO YOU RYLIE i’ll always b around to read what you put out when i can bcz i know you’re in love w/ details & crafting stories :) <3 <3 & i’m def eyeing tht au if it’s sfw !! I’D READ IT FS to hear 8.6k words makes me so excited 🙂‍↕️

OMG OKAY SAME. i've been using ao3 forever, and only came onto tumblr to read/write fics a couple years ago. but until that point i had only written multi-chap fics so... yeah 😭 a reality check, to say the least. it sucks bc there used to be a lottt more series on here when i first started a blog, and now there's ... not. which there's a lot of reasons why i think they're declining, but people not supporting writers is the main one :/

i much prefer them as well, i feel the exact same way as you!!! i loooove to get into a lengthy fic. and i understand why people tend to write one-shots more bc writing longer fics takes a lot of time, which many don't have, and this is a hobby. but, i feel like on ao3, i have never published something and been like ohh this will flop BECAUSE it's long. which is how i feel on here :(

ALSO YOU'RE SO SWEET <3 SOB :,,,) that means the world to me. hehe also you've probably seen me say it's a moulin rouge au, so more-so suggestive than explicit (it'll pretty much follow the movie). you are welcome to read it if you're comfortable <3 i'm also nervous bc ... its abt a character i have not posted about before HAHAH so it's always a little scary >< but thank you so much for the words of encouragement!! i'm very excited to read the rest of ur fyodor & dazai fic hehe, i adored the first part !! i love that it's so long <3

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ok love ur hunger games au!! have you ever considered doing a twilight, its my favorite book series, and think they’re so many opportunities for a love triangle there!! if not do you have any vampires fics recommendations or in the works?? on a03 or tumblr idcccc lol also idc if its a oneshot or long, or unfinished, didn’t know if i have to specifically, sorry this is so long lol

DUDE FIRST OF ALL THANK YOU!!! The Hunger Games au WILL be updated at some point soon it’s just so painful to know what I’m gonna put everyone through in it so ngl I kinda psyched myself out (as I have said I’m a wimp when it comes to angst) but I SWEAR it won’t get abandoned it’ll just come slowly (yes this is bc I wanna fuck Stan up in the arena I’m not sorry I am going to write the SHIT out of the Cave Scenes)

And I agree that a twilight au would absolutely EAT!!! I do enjoy twilight and I could write an ESSAY on the Twilight-ification of the hunger games specifically love triangle wise and how much I DESPISE the mainstream media for doing that, but I’m honestly not that big into twilight or vampire stuff in general. HOWEVER!!!

I may or may not have seen some art of vampire Kyle and priest Craig that perhaps got me thinkin… (I’ve never written vamp kyle but I am always an enjoyer of pastorcraig so I might have to try sum out)

I do have some recs with Twilight adjacent shit bc it’s me and ofc I got recs for just about everything.

*As Long As I Have You by iksvolforb WAREWOLF STAN!!! oh my god this is just such a sweet oneshot dude it’s a slay

*sleep tight by startwithsnail STICK OF TRUTH where Stan is a warewolf it’s ADORABLE

*Lick Your Wounds by alister312 DEADASS ONE OF MY FAVORITE KYSTOPHE FICS! We got vamp! Kyle and it’s a quick read just such a perfect pairing for Ky as a vampire!

*something borrowed by wizardmonex another stick of truth ofc VAMP KYLE!

*bitten, smitten- what’s the difference? by sansxfuckyou VAMPIRE HUNTER MYSTERION k2 holy shit this is such a fun oneshot!!! (I def recommend all their k2 fics)

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK I love getting asked especially for recommendations bc I BE READING CONSTANTLY (I have no life and I sleep about as much as Tweek tbh so I’m constantly on ao3) if anyone has recs for this anon pls drop em!

Also I will totally be the rec dealer if y’all got any requests!!! I’m always down to be insane abt sp fanfiction!

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Chrome & Leather - Chapter 15

Pairings: Billy x OFC, Steve x OFC

Summary: With Billy and Jessie still not speaking to each other Jessie decides to take Steve to the bank and turn over the money she never used for Ben. When Steve tries to talk to her about their feelings he knows just the spot that always cheers her up. What happens when the truth finally comes out? Meanwhile, Billy is once again up to no good.

Word Count: 3272

Warnings: Sweet Steve, Kissing, Confessions, Billy Scheming, Brief Violence at end.

A/N: Steve edit is by Nix on Instagram. Mood-board by me and dividers by @whimsicalrogers​​

A/N 2: Thank you to @lfnr-blog-blog-blog​​ & @pigwidgeonxo​ for beta reading for me. (any mistakes on spelling & grammar are my own)    

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Steve was sipping coffee at the kitchen table with Winnie in silence. He was waiting on Jessie to drop Ben off so he could go to the bank with her. He thought back to last night when he finally got to meet his son and spend time with him. For five years he had missed out on so much that it broke his heart. Now he plans to make up for not being around. Steve thought about the years he lost with Jessie. They would have been married by now with a couple of kids. They could have had the future they dreamt about. Now he has to win her back from another man. The same man who testified against him, something he will never forget.

“Thinking about Jessie and Ben?” Winnie’s voice cut through his thoughts and he almost choked on his coffee.

Wiping his mouth with his hand he coughed a few times before replying. “Am I that obvious?”

Winnie smirked at him. “I watched you both yesterday and I can tell there are still feelings between you. A mother always knows Steven. I’ve seen that look on both your faces since you were kids.”

“If that were true, why is she still with Billy? It doesn’t make sense to me.” Steve looked away from Winnie and played with his mug.

“I’ll lay out the hard truth to you as a mother would. You broke her heart when she saw you in prison and told her to move on.” She raised her hand as Steve was about to speak but he closed his mouth. “I had to pick up the pieces of my daughter while she was pregnant with Ben. Then Billy started to help her with things you would have been doing if you were free. He helped her buy things for Ben, paint the bedroom, set up the furniture, and was there for her emotionally. After Ben was born Jessie relied on me, Nat and Billy heavily. Nat and I would help her during the day and Billy was stopping by after he got off work. After Ben turned one Billy asked Jessie out for dinner. The rest is history as they say. I think she is with Billy cause she thinks she owes him. Yes, there could be some love there but I guarantee it’s not like what she has for you.”

Steve sat speechless, trying to process everything that she just said. Inside he beats himself up as he knows this is his fault. He pushed Jessie away and into another man’s arms. At the time he thought what he was doing was the right thing but now he questions the choices he has made. If he hadn’t lost hope he would have never pushed Jessie away but he thought he was going to be locked up for twenty years. Seeing his son’s face light up when Billy came around made his stomach sink. His son should be like that with him or with the guys from the biker club, not the Sheriff. 

Steve sighed, “You’re right. This is my screw-up and I plan to do what is right.”

“And what is the right thing, Steven?” Winnie asked behind her cup of coffee.

Steve smirked, “I want my family back and I won’t stop until Jessie realizes her feelings for me.”

“Good boy.” Winnie reached across the table and patted his hand. 

At that moment Jessie’s truck pulled up to the house. Steve and Winnie stood from the table to meet Jessie on the porch. Once Ben was placed on the ground he started to run toward them.

“Mamaw! Daddy! I’ve come to see you!” Ben was running towards them at full speed. As he reached them both Steve bent down and caught Ben in his arms. Steve and Ben hugged tightly. Steve kissed his son on the head as the little boy squealed in delight. Then Ben made grabby hands towards Winnie who scooped him up into her arms. She gave him several kisses on the cheek while Ben continued to laugh. 

Jessie walked up the porch and took the three of them in. “What do I have to do to get some love like that?”

Steve grinned as he reached his hand towards her arm and gently pulled her into a hug. He kissed the top of her head and Jessie melted into him, her arms wrapped around Steve’s waist. She couldn’t help but breathe in his scent of sandalwood but as she nuzzled into his chest Jessie quickly pulled away. What was she just doing? Her stupid emotions were screaming in delight and guilt.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to do that,” Jessie quickly said. 

“No worries, that was my fault I just thought you meant it,” Steve replied as he rubbed a hand on the back of his neck. 

“It’s okay Steve. Why don’t we go to the bank? That way you can get some money to your name.” Jessie looked from him to her mom and Ben. “Now Ben be a good boy for mamaw okay?” Ben shook his head yes as he cuddled up to Winnie. 

Steve leaned over to Ben and kissed his head. “See ya later Ben.”

“Bye, mommy! Bye, daddy! I love you.” Ben waved goodbye to them as they headed towards the driveway.

“I was thinking Jessie, maybe we could take the bike. I know you like riding.” Steve watched as she bit her lip, contemplating whether she should or not. After a moment she nodded her head.

Steve smiled as he headed over to the bike and got on. Jessie waited while he settled in and she got behind him, her hands wrapping around his waist. Steve started the engine and the bike roared to life. Pulling away from the house they waved goodbye to Ben and Winnie, heading into town towards the bank.

The bike ride wasn’t far to the bank but Jessie enjoyed every moment of it. The last time she rode on one was five years ago. Going riding on the back of Steve’s motorcycle was always her happy place. Wind in her hair, sun on her skin, and the rev of an engine were bliss. This is where she belonged, a part of her screamed in joy in her head while the other part tells her she needs to work things out with Billy. 

As they drove into town Steve passed the diner and garage before turning on a side street to the bank where they parked. It didn’t take long to add Steve to the account that Jessie had just for his check and Ben’s expenses. Steve was shocked by how much she saved after pulling some out to take care of their son every month. The account was in the six-figure range. Jessie had only used two thousand a month for the first few years. After Billy moved in last year and once he was using his income to help with Ben she stopped collecting from Steve’s account unless there was an emergency with Ben. This left Steve’s account with more than enough to get his own place and start over. 

Steve couldn’t help the tears that swam in his eyes as they walked back to his bike. When he told her to take his check every month he was sure that she would use it all. Now he could see she only took what she needed to raise their son. He let out a sigh. “I can’t believe you left that much money in the account.”

Jessie shrugged her shoulders. “Deep down inside I always knew you would be coming home early. I wanted to make sure you came home to something if you did get released.”

“If that’s true, why did you move on?” Steve inquired.

“Please not this conversation again. You already know why I moved on. Let’s not ruin the day.” Jessie gave a pleading look trying to change the topic.

“I will drop the conversation for now but eventually we need to talk out our feelings for one another.” That caught Jessie by surprise and she turned a shade of red. “You can act surprised all you want but I know how you feel.”

“Can we go somewhere else and have this conversation? This is too open to town folks and I don’t need them gossiping.”

Steve nodded and hopped on his bike. Jessie got on afterward and Steve sped away from the curb. If she wanted a safe place to talk he knew just the place.

Billy was once again seething at Jessie. This time he watched her drive by on the back of Steve’s bike while he was inside eating at the diner not once but twice! He was going to get to the bottom of this later tonight. Billy would be damned if she left him for Steve. What he needed to do is call the Hydra biker gang in the next town over. They worked for the jigsaw and used to harass the Barnes family for years over their debt. Maybe they could rough up Steve and send a message that he needed to stay away from Jessie. Billy paid his bill and walked out to his SUV. Inside he dialed a number on his burner phone. After the second ring, someone's voice answered.

“Yeah, boss?”

“I have a job for you,” Billy informed Jack on the phone. 

“I’m listening.”

As Steve parked the bike Jessie couldn’t help the smile on her face. He had driven to an oversight area on top of a small mountain that oversaw the town. Growing up they came up here and sat on the ledge taking in their small town. This is what Jessie called her secret place. As she got off the bike Jessie walked over to a spot on a rock and sat down. A few steps behind her Steve sat next to her as they both looked over the town. 

“You know nothing can happen between us right? I made a commitment to Billy. Not only has he helped me raise Ben but I said yes to his marriage proposal.” Jessie declared as she continued to stare into the distance.

“I remember when you said yes to me and we promised to love each other always. Can you honestly say that you still don't have feelings for me? That you don’t love me deep down inside of you? After everything, we have been through and after all the years together. Tell me you don’t love me and I will stop.”

Jessie’s eyes started to water at what he said. She honestly couldn’t deny she had feelings for him. She was battling a war inside her, one that felt she owed Billy, even loved him and the other her love for Steve that has been around since she was a kid. God, how could she think that? She loved Billy, right? She shook her head cause maybe her love for him was different than it was for Steve. 

“Why do you have to keep pushing this issue? You told me we were over Steve. You pushed me away.” Jessie pointed a finger at him as her temper started to show.

Steve sat closer to her, gently cupped her face, and kissed her. The kiss started slow but when Jessie carded her fingers in his long hair it built into a passionate kiss. Tongues danced with each other and Jessie moaned into the kiss. After a few moments, they pulled away from one another. 

Taking a breath Steve spoke with all the hurt and love he has been feeling. “I was a fool for pushing you away. I’ve not forgiven myself for how I acted and for that I’m sorry. I’m sorry for breaking your heart. I’m sorry for not being around to raise Ben. This is all my fault but dammit Jessie I love you with every part of me. I don’t want anyone else but you. Just say the words and I can help you figure things out.”

Jessie continued to wipe the tears from her eyes and took a deep breath. “I love you too Steve but I can’t make a decision just now. I need to think it over.”

“I would wait for you forever if I knew I had a shot at being with you again. Now let’s get you back to your ma’s house so we can see Ben.”

As Steve and Jessie pulled up to Winnie’s house they were met by Billy who was on the porch playing with Ben while he talked to Winnie. Jessie’s stomach instantly dropped and she felt like she was going to be sick. Billy looked at her with an unamused look, arms crossed over his chest. He got up from the porch and said something to Winnie who shook her head. Jessie hopped off the bike and walked quickly up to the porch. 

“What are you doing here? I thought you were working?” Jessie asked nervously. Steve strolled up beside her and narrowed his eyes at Billy after hearing the nervousness in her voice made him be on guard.

“Oh darling, I was looking for you. I’ve been trying to call you all morning and I got worried so I came here. Winnie said you had to run an errand but I had no clue it was with Steve. I need to talk with you at home and already asked Winnie if she could watch Ben for us. She was more than happy so this will give Steve some time with Ben along with her. Is that okay with you?”

Jessie fidgeted with her hands, rolling her engagement ring around and around her finger. Avoiding eye contact with him she shook her head. She knew the look on his face all too well. Billy was pissed off with her and no doubt they were going home to argue, which she hated doing. Jessie went up to the porch and said goodbye to Ben, giving him a big hug and kiss. She turned to her ma and thanked her for taking Ben until tomorrow. As she walked down the stairs with Billy she made no eye contact with Steve. She headed to her truck and left, followed by the Sheriff’s SUV.

Steve watched as they drove out of sight. He turned to Winnie and asked, “What was that about?” 

Winnie came down the porch stairs and pulled Steve away from where Ben could hear. “I can’t prove anything but I don’t think he treats her well when he gets angry. I tried to talk about it years ago and she just denies it. I’ve never seen her with bruises but I know that look all too well. Becca had the same one when she was Brock. It haunts me but there isn’t anything I can do with him being the Sheriff.” 

Steve was getting angry with what he was being told. The thought of Jessie possibly being hurt by that man made his veins burn hot. “For Billy’s sake, he better not put a hand on her, or I swear to God…”

“Steven, you will do no such thing. You just got out of lockup and have a son that needs YOU! Not Billy. I may be sweet when Billy and Jessie are around but my mama bear instincts tell me they need to break up.”

“Mamaw, I’m hungry,” Ben yelled out to her.

“Figure this out Steven but do it the right way.” Winnie turned towards the porch. “Let’s go inside Ben and mamaw will make you something.”

Steve watched as they both disappeared into the house. He was even more determined now to win Jessie over. Maybe he can start spending more time with her through Ben. He now knew she had feelings for him, hell even loved him still. Now it was time to pull on that thread.

Jessie walked into the house with Billy on her heels. He slammed the door behind him and grabbed her by the upper arm in two long strides. He turned her to face him as he slammed her into the wall. Jessie instantly started to shake in his grip.

“What the hell is going on with you? Hmmm? First, you called out his name while we were in bed. Secondly, I see you driving all over town on the back of his bike like a biker whore. Then Mrs. Davis at the bank tells me when I went in to get money from my account that you put Steve on the account we were using to take care of Ben. What are you exactly doing?” His grip on her upper arms tightened and made her cry out. 

Her eyes refused to look into his angry ones as her heart started to race with fear. She started to speak quickly, “Nothing is going on with me I swear. I already said this morning was an accident. I don’t know what came over me but I’m sorry. I was only on his bike briefly while we went to the bank. That money was never meant to be ours. It was Steve’s money and now that he is out he deserves to have it back.”

Billy’s head tilted as he stared at Jessie and then quickly slapped her across the face. Jessie’s hand went to her cheek that stung and cupped her face gently. Tears filled her eyes as she looked at him dumbfounded. 

“Now Darling, I know you are lying. You were on his bike longer than to the bank and back. Remember the town likes to gossip. I know where he took you afterward but the question is did you whore yourself out?”

“I-I didn't, I swear!” Tears slid down her face as she stared into his dark eyes. 

His brown eyes took in her crying face and searched her blue eyes as if she was lying. Satisfied with her answer he let her go. “I believe you. Just remember you are mine. If you try to stray even once your punishment will be far worse. Now I have to get back to work but I expect a meal on the table for dinner and a willing partner in bed later.” Billy turned and left the house, slamming the door again behind him.

Jessie slid to the floor and wept. This stupid small town was going to get her in trouble with their gossip. Heck if Billy knew she kissed Steve things would have been worse for her. She knew this wasn’t healthy but a part of her felt she owed Billy for the five years he helped take care of her and Ben. The other part was screaming leave, run, go to Steve and he will help. She knew what she had to do. Grabbing her phone she dialed a number quickly.

As soon as Steve greeted her Jessie tried to steady her voice. “Steve, I need to talk to you in person. Can you come over?”

“Of course, I can. Is everything okay?” He asked.

“No, it’s not, I need to see you now.” Jessie’s voice started to falter as she fought back tears.

“Hang tight, I’m on my way doll.”

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first up. my wheelies. my ride or dies. call it traumabonding or whatever u want but these mfs know secrets of mine they better take to the grave

@hawkinsp0st, my first real friend on here. currently on hiatus but truly a kindred spirit. single-handedly changed the way i looked at the show with their hellfire color post. u simply get me and i miss ur brain!!

@ratt-duffer deserves so much more credit than you all give them. he just gets this show so well and has such well written analyses, but more than that, is just a fun fuckin person to exist around.

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@quinnick his energy??? immaculate. thank u for putting reddie content on my dash. u are so sweet and are the only valid ask hoarder. yes ofc i will send you more asks!! you deserve it!! even if you won’t stop making ur mom jokes.

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@wibble-wobbegong is such a fun blog to follow. he’s just such a cool dude and has such a nuanced understanding of mike. plus a great signature blog theme. dude has a BRAND, mad respect

@astrobei i cannot believe we are mutuals. i CANNOT BELIEVE we are mutuals. genuinely one of my favorite writers on ao3 and i still fangirl a little everytime we interact. like. the fics….holy shit. HOLY shit. she has such a firm understanding of the characters and has never written anything that doesn’t feel true to the show, regardless of AU or canon compliance. hanleia costume fic my beloved. good god they are such a talented writer.

@smoosnoom the scream i scrumpt when i got the follow notification. first fic writer i actually learned how to use the “subscribe” function on ao3 for. there are no words for the absolute batshit amount talent stored in this tumblr blog. ik y’all have read i’m tearing you asunder (cue “uh yeah, i’ve read the classics” tiktok audio) but every fic in their fix it series….jesus christ. run up that hill to go read rn.

@strangeswift is in a category of her own. abby u are a twin flame and i am so glad to know u. u simply understand me!! y’all she is such a fuckin phenomenal writer and is SO CEREBRAL in the way she approaches the show. her mike s4 pov snippets live rent free in my head. truly the only person who could get me to voluntarily read angst. NEVER misses with her takes and is just. so smart. SO SMART. the most supportive mfer on here fr. you guys aren’t ready for milevenvision or any of the other stuff you should be so lucky for abby to put out.

ok i could talk about my friends and moots for hours and i definitely DEFINITELY missed ppl but pls just know i follow blogs i love love love the content of and if we are mutuals i value u to the moon and back <333

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

On Death's Doorstep (pt 24/?)

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Word count: 1155

Rating: teen

Pairings: past Logan/ofc

Warnings: lots of talk about death, death of a child

Please not that I’ve erased Remy’s dad (Robert) from existence. He was a remnant of an defunct plot line and was just getting in the way. All past chapters on tumblr will still have him, pretty soon imma update the chapters on AO3 to get rid of him (I might get rid of him on tumblr chapters too idk)

~~~START~~~

There wasn’t a cloud in the sky on the day of the funeral. Remy loved this kind of weather; it was the perfect weather for sunglasses. Julieta held Remy’s favorite pair in her hands now. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Her daughter shouldn’t have been a vigilante, her daughter shouldn’t have even had powers in the first place. 

Her daughter shouldn’t be dead. 

Mike had been wonderful throughout it all. As much as he and Remy had never quite gotten along, he was Julieta’s rock, and she couldn’t be more grateful for him. 

Though it had been years since she’d seen him, Julieta couldn’t help but feel that Remy’s death was Logan’s fault. She had loved him so much, and she’d been so excited to raise their daughter together, but he lied to her. 

He lied to her for years. 

Julieta had never wanted to get involved with supers — their lives were dangerous, and stressful, and messy — and Logan had known this, and still, he didn’t tell her. He didn’t tell her when they were dating; he didn’t tell her when she found out she was pregnant; he didn’t tell her when their daughter was born! 

Logan never told her, she had to find out for herself! She had to come across him “tinkering” in his workshop one day when Remy was about two and a half. He came clean to her about his technokinesis and begged her forgiveness, but the damage had already been done. 

He’d violated her trust, and she had to leave him. But that hadn’t been enough, Remy still developed powers, and it was all Logan’s fault 

“It’s hard to lose your child.” Julieta jumped as someone spoke up from beside her. 

Barbra Picani didn’t seem disturbed by her surprise, she didn’t even spare Julieta a glance, instead she kept her gaze focused on the casket in front of them. Julieta stared at Barbra Picani in shock — maybe it was cold, but neither Logan, nor his mother had been invited to the funeral — still, Barbra just continued gently. 

“You mean to protect them, and you expect them to outlive you, so once they’re gone…” Barbra paused and brushed a tear from her eye. “It can be so easy to feel angry — at god, at the world, at yourself — but all that anger will do is burn you to ash.” 

“What do you know about loss?” Julieta scoffed, perhaps a little thoughtlessly. 

“I’ve had my fair share of losses,” Barbra shook her head sadly. “Logan’s father, Emile’s father…Emile.” 

Julieta startled. Emile had been a child the last time she’d seen him, never in a million years would she have expected him to have passed already (of course she would never have expected her own daughter to have passed already either). 

“Yes,” Barbra continued, sensing her shock. “Six years ago, in a car accident. Logan took it especially hard…” 

“I’m sorry,” Julieta said, because really, what else was there to say? A small part of Julieta was miffed — this was her daughter’s funeral, why was Barbra trying to make it about her? 

“What I’m trying to say is: I know what you’re going through.” Throughout their talk, Barbra had kept her eyes fixed steadily on Remy’s casket — a casket that was closed because a building had fallen on Julieta’s daughter! 

Julieta’s anger flared. Barbra must have known that her son had powers, and she’d never told Julieta! Remy had — against Julieta’s wishes — become a vigilante because Logan had passed powers down to her! She’d gone after dangerous criminals because she’d thought that having powers made her untouchable! And she’d been killed because Dr. Frankenstein was not just some schoolyard bully, he was a supervillain, with powers of his own and no regard for the lives of the people who got in his way! 

“You have no idea what I’m going through!” She seethed. “I don’t know why you’re here, Barbra, but I’m not interested in joining your dead children club. I don’t need your pity, and I don’t need you.” 

“I think I should be clear,” Barbra said calmly, looking Julieta in the eye for the first time since appearing next to her. Her face was hard, but there was a certain softness in her eyes that made Julieta feel as though the older woman could see right into her soul. “I don’t like you, Julieta — I don’t like the decisions you’ve made, or the way you treated my son — but I do know how you’re feeling, and I emphasize with you. I’m here because my granddaughter is dead, and even if I wasn’t allowed to be a part of her life, you can’t deny me my right to mourn her death.” 

With that, she turned her gaze back on the casket. 

Julieta opened her mouth to retort but thought better of it and focused back on the casket as well. There were so many choices in her life that could have prevented her from being here. She could have never gotten involved with Logan Crofter; she could have left her daughter with Logan as soon as she learned that he had powers; she could have been stricter with her daughter’s schedule so that the teen wouldn’t have even had time to become a vigilante. 

She was still lost in thought when an arm wrapped around her waist, and someone was planting a kiss on her temple. 

“Hey,” Mike greeted softly. “Felicity wanted me to give you her condolences, her babysitter called in sick and she had to leave before she could see you herself.” 

“Thanks,” Julieta sighed, leaning into her husband’s side. He was good for her, much better than– “Oh!” She gasped suddenly. “Mike, this is…” 

She gestured to the figure beside her, but when she turned, she found no one. Barbra was gone. 

“Oh, she’s gone.” 

“Who’s gone, dear?” Mike asked, but Julieta just shook her head. 

“It’s not important, just the mother of a college friend.” 

“Alright,” Mike replied easily. “The service is about to start, let’s go sit down.” 

Julieta nodded and allowed Mike to lead her to their seats. She surveyed the crowd as they all began taking their seats; they were mostly her friends, some were Remy’s friends and their parents, a few were Mike's friends. 

She spotted Barbra again, back behind the assembly, standing next to a tree. She could vaguely make out a man, half-hidden behind the tree, and she quickly turned back towards the casket. 

She supposed that Barbra had a point, and Logan deserved to be there, but that didn’t mean she wanted to make eye contact with him or invite him to try to speak to her. If he was going to be here, she preferred that he kept his distance. 

She let Logan and his mother slip from her thoughts as the priest took his position next to the casket. 

At least it was sunny. Remy always liked sunny days. 

~~~END~~~

I hate it I’m sorry. I’ve been writing and rewriting and editing this chapter fairly extensively, and frankly this is probably the best it’s gonna be. But it needed to happen, I couldn’t just skip it

At least I can move on now

Julieta doesn’t know that Logan is Dr. Frankenstein btw, all she knows is that he has technokinesis (which Dr. Frankenstein does advertise having)

ODD taglist:

@royalty-of-all-things-snuggly @pixelated-pineapple @arsonic-knight @misunderstood-shadowling @lost-in-thought-20 @remy-the-lemon-berry @jinxcrafter @apinkline2715 @gothfoxx @donutsarepartybagels @xoaningout @meganmoneky14

[thejudgingtrash]

Unpopular Opinion;I'd rather have show!Annabeth as a kid with dark hair and eyes. Honestly,the whole "grey eyed blonde Athena kids" was odd in the books,and would be even worse in live action,IMO. While I like seeing fanarts of show!Annabeth with blonde hair and/or grey eyes,I don't see why this detail has to be faithful to the books. Besides,I feel the same about Percy,if to a lesser degree.

Yeah.

Sorry for answering this so late, I’m not really active on Tumblr therefore I tend to forget to check whether or not I’ve received some asks and I tend to take a while for answering them anyways. Also, this is going to get very long and rambly, so prepare yourselves!

My opinion on this whole casting situation and book accuracy is: I legit don’t give a fuck. More than that, I just side-eye people that were freaking the fuck out.

I essentially cut contact with 98% of this fandom (aside from few core groups) and left Tumblr last year because it’s a toxic mess and I try to avoid other PJO related social media branches (with the exception for AO3 for dumping my Percabeth fics, next one coming up soon <3) because they’re more than often even WORSE (!) than this hellsite but I still can’t escape casting news. So it’s incredibly hilarious to see so many people freaking the fuck out over something they have little to no control about.

My wonderful friend @mapendo-c essentially brought it to the point with this post but let me add my two cents to this entire situation:

2020 was hell on tumblr for the black crowd, let’s not act like it wasn’t (it was hell for black people in general if you care enough to remember). From harrassing the black PJO Tumblr side, to straight up lying to us, to doxxing, to us being called slurs in DMs and asks, to receiving open death threats and being sent lynching videos, we had it ALL. Some people that were directly confronted with this shit victimized themselves and fled the scene to this day, literally going out with a bang. Congratulations for that, BTW.

And that was only because a few people started to create PJO artwork that involved Percy of Color. Being more open to otherness. Critizing the white status quo and branching out. Questioning the constant projection onto these characters. That set a chain reaction into other endeavors and arguments but alas, this is already enough babbling. 

The fact that we had over 17 years of artwork and fics and videos and movies filled with Cocaine White Percy wasn’t enough for some of you. No, you had to break the spirits of those that are a minority and do not look like you. All of that shit was so unwarranted and unnecessary.

And then when you got warm to the idea of Token Black Percy (in 2021 might I add), you were delighted to see that he would be indeed white in the TV series as announced in the past few months. But oh wait… What was that?? Is it a bird, is it a plane? No?

ANNABETH ISN’T WHITE.

The whole world just got hit by a big rock and the apocalypse is nearing. The way some of y’all acted… Doing the same exact vile shit that you were doing in 2020 to a twelve year old, because she got the role of her life (so far) in portraying a major fictional character… The fact that y’all lost your goddamn mind without having even seen Leah act is MIND-BLOWING.

The same people accusing the black side of the fandom of likely being aggressive towards White TV Show Percy (before casting confirmation which also — newsflash — didn’t happen) are now the same fucking people freaking out about Leah as Annabeth. Tale as old as time.

I said this two years ago and most of y’all stank bitches proved me right: “Let’s be real: if Annabeth Chase would be black for example with the way she behaves, 85% of the fandom would hate her, cry for Perachel and Percabeth would be the least popular ship. I don’t trust people who are saying the opposite.”

As if anything else was about to happen… if I’m to believe certain Twitter threats and Reddit posts (taken with the biggest grain of salt ofc), some people where close to unaliving themselves because we all seemed to collectively have forgotten that Annabeth stans (this is coming from a core Percabeth shipper, so don’t come for me!) are fucking INSANE. Imagine loosing your shit on a harmless decision like a differing casting choice. Some of y’all need psychiatric help, ESPECIALLY looking at you 

“I can’t be racist, because I’m neurodivergent” crowd!!

I absolutely do not get why people get worked up about this. The minute a live version (aka NOT animation) project was announced, all of you should have collectively kissed the idea of a 100% book accurate adaptation goodbye, just as with the movie version. 

Do I think the show version will be closer to the books? 

Yes. 

Do I think it’ll be a 1 on 1 adaptation? 

Absolutely not. 

The announcement of the blind casting and therefore going for talent approach should’ve cemented the fact that this show won’t be book accurate at all.

How difficult is it to understand for some of you that the image of Annabeth, Percy, the storyline and everything else that you made up in your mind will NEVER be depicted on screen??? This is purely from a logical standpoint. I know Disney has resources and shit but they aren’t infinite. They have to break even eventually. I guess none of y’all have absolutely any idea how the medium of film works behind the scenes. 

Even Riordan’s (as the author with actual authority) initial version is impossible to bring to the screen. Trust me, there will be other things omitted or added to the show. You can either tune in, or don’t. It’s as simple as that. That is the only thing you can influence.

Coming to the next point: do all of these changes even matter?!

Stripping Annabeth and Percy of their default hair/eye/skin color doesn’t really change anything that significantly imo?? 

If you are reducing Annabeth and Percy to their appearance and not the character, what they have as traits and could represent that’s on you, sweetie.

Additionally, most of y’all are ignoring the polar opposite: the nuances and depth Black Annabeth (less so White Percy tbh) could add are entirely forgotten. How they could enrich the story, bring other perspectives in and give in Annabeth’s case the opportunity for black girls that are sexualized and treated like complete shit everywhere else on the planet (anti blackness and misogynoire say hello!) a chance to see themselves portrait in a multi-dimensional character but NOOOOOOOO!

Y’all act as if Californian Dream girl blonde, tall, tanned Anna Bethany “my father went to Harvard and I’m a descendant of Scandinavian royalty and only white people live in Sweden” Chase lives the same life and is equally as oppressed as characters like Hazel or Beckendorf. You know… the little black girl that lived through segregation, got cursed, killed and resurrected and has Hitler as her fucking half-sibling, and the token negro who was one of the very FEW diverse characters in the OG book series that got BLOWN THE FUCK UP as a plot point.

Like GIRL?! (Nella Rose voice:) ARE YOU NOT EMBARASSSSSED?!

I’m not saying that Annabeth doesn’t have her fair share of issues, all I’m saying is SHE’S NOT FUCKING OPPRESSED. Her problems are not the same in comparison to Hazel, Piper, Leo, Beckendorf, Reyna and others. I know white women loooove playing the victim (see: current real world issues where instead of listening to the warnings of black and brown women and people decades ago, they just sat around until they were on the receiving end for once), but no. This is not the fucking same.

Don’t act like it.

“Oh but the dumb blonde stereotype...“

DOESN’T EVEN FUCKING MATTER?!

Not only that, you could use that for show Percy for all that I care now that his actor won’t be forced to dye his hair/wear contacts. Percy gets treated by all fronts like an idiot (thank you, Annabeth), let him be the one proving people wrong about the dumb blond thing.

As if there aren’t other white female (main) characters that you can latch yourselves onto if you feel like projecting. And you still can, because the OG book series is still a fucking thing!! This is all about the show!

Like you, @mrhomerxsimpson have said, the OG descriptions sound unrealistic and would look tacky in the live action. Fanart ≠ real portrayal of characters. Having sparkly glowing sea green eyes would look weird in reality. The focus of Annabeth’s on her gray eyes… this is readable but would likely transfer poorly onto the screen.

And let’s not forget the trashy exotic portrayal of Cinnamon Toast Hazel and Kaleidoscope Eyed Piper. Let’s just let people and characters of color chill for a while. Please.

I’ve said it ages ago and I’m too lazy to look it up but I think that as long as Percy and Poseidon reassemble each other slightly, the show will be fine. And if these people can act. Also important.

Which brings me to my final point/question: How are some of you unable to understand that different adaptations of the same enterprise can coexist and be just fine?

Book Annabeth 

≠

Movie Annabeth

≠

TV Show Annabeth

There is a reason why you can filter the universe (book, tv show, movie, etc.) in which your story is set on AO3 and FFN. Because not all universes are the same!!!

Rowling is trash but as an easy to understand analogy: if you think about the Harry Potter franchise…

is Emma Watson automatically Hermione Granger for you? Is Daniel Radcliffe automatically Harry Potter?

Because whenever I’ve read a HP Fic they’ve NEVER come up in my mind. Emma Watson is Movie Hermione, but she’s not THE Hermione. She isn't any better or worse than Stage Adaptation Hermione. Watson certainly isn’t the Hermione in my head.

Dr. Who is a sorta weak comparison but there are a million different Doctors sooo what??

Can’t you separate different versions of the same medium? The same core story just with different faces for the same role? Am I in the minority with this??

Book Annabeth is Book Annabeth, Alexandra Daddario is Movie Annabeth and Leah will be TV Show Annabeth. And none of that is in conflict with each other.

If you still want to create moodboards and artworks with Surinamese!Percy, Haitian!Grover and Desi!Annabeth, no one’s stopping you!

If you see Aryan, Walker and Leah as the new default and want to create artwork with their likenesses, also fine!

If you want to go all white like Burdge and Viria have over ten years ago… lame and side-eye worthy but ultimately your decision.

If you want to do all of the above, go ahead!

Just chill and wait till next year when the show finally hits before y’all start throwing tantrums, jeez. Oh wait. Too late!

Peace out.

TL;DR: It really doesn’t fucking matter how TV series Annabeth or Percy look like. Their actors need to act and that’s about it. However, I agree that the book portrayals (at least to a certain degree) would look tacky on screen. Also, this fandom is trash. 

Stop being dickheads and I’m out until November or so for my new finished fic.

[aerithisms]

hi! i was wondering if you could share some of your favorite faberry fanfics? :)

oh ABSOLUTELY bestie come with me on a journey where i embarrass myself by revealing just how much time i've spent reading this stuff over the past few months

you're the trouble i always find by mooosicaldreamz

quinn and rachel meet again as adults when rachel gets cast as the lead on the tv show quinn's writing. fun fact i read this one before i even watched the show because i was bored and it was such a love letter to glee and faberry that it singlehandedly compelled me to watch it and now here we are

stays in vegas by gayerfurtherfaster

the glee club is in vegas for a reunion and when rachel and quinn wake up to discover that they're married they have to retrace their steps from the night before. this one is adorable and so FUNNY i love it a lot

various works by forforever19

forforever19 is a hero of modern society who has written TONS of faberry fic over the last couple of years that i've barely scratched the surface of so i'm sure if you frequent the faberry ao3 you've seen them around but here are some i've read and liked: waiting for a girl like you (alternate take on the wedding fiasco), worth the wait (rachel's college roommate pulls her head out of her ass), to last a lifetime (a vehicle for lots of cute vignettes), meant to be (amnesia fic because i live for the drama), just my soul responding (soulmate au), and one single thread of gold (tied me to you) (also a soulmate au lol)

we are lead (to those who help us most to grow) by nightshifted

alternate take on season 1 quinn and her mental state during the pregnancy storyline after she moves in with mercedes. features the quinncedes friendship we deserve and ofc faberry being in love

you say you've gone away from me (but i can feel you when i breathe) by yumi_michiyo

completely canon compliant post-canon fix-it fic that takes quinn's "and i donated the egg" joke line literally and features quinn and rachel finding their way back to each other through being surrogates for the klaine baby. this fic is my official headcanon for what happens after the finale because i think it's so lovely and treats the characters well

simple parts by flyingflesheater

time travel au where senior year quinn and rachel travel forward to find themselves married in the future. i'm always a sucker for the drama of the time travel trope and i thought the family dynamic in this one was especially interesting

devolution by poetzproblem

alternate take on season 3 quinn that really digs into her psyche during that time in the show. it's lighter on the faberry (though the faberry is there!) in favour of character study and i think it does quinn so much justice. also features really sweet quinntana friendship

poetzproblem is another one of those people who's written a LOT of faberry over the years that i'm sure you've heard of and i haven't read anything close to all of it (i haven't tackled their mammoth don't blink series yet but i have faith that it slaps) but i also loved magical mystery tour, a cute time travel flash forward fic (time travel seems to be a big trope in faberry fandom for some reason? i'm into it) and acceptance/remembrance, in which hollywood actress quinn fabray keeps thanking a mysterious rachel berry in her awards acceptance speeches

take these broken wings series by celaenos

canon divergence that follows what quinn's journey might've been like if she kept beth. haven't finished this one yet (mostly because i adore it and i want to savour it lol) but i love this quinn and the found family of it all so, so much. strongly features her friendship with my himbo king sam evans

you and her loathing this cruel world by thememoriesfire

thememoriesfire seems to have been a pretty big name author back in the day and i haven't read either of their biggest faberry fics yet but i really love this one, where it's kurt that quinn gets pregnant with instead of puck, and quinn, kurt, sam and rachel form one big unconventional family

sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything by andawaywego

i've read a few fics by this author and so far they've all been great but this one sticks to me the most. finn's death is such a difficult subject, especially for fanfiction, since it's so wrapped up in the death of a real world person, but i thought this fic handled it in a very delicate way and had such a thoughtful exploration of how rachel might deal with that grief while falling for someone new

mistyheartrbs (also my beloved mutual @mistyheartrbs here on tumblr dot com) has written a ton of faberry fic that i've barely started digging into but this recent missing scene fic set during season 3 made me feel insane so i offer it as a place to start

gonna stop there and i'm sure i'm forgetting something i loved but there is so much good faberry fic out there it's the best!! i don't usually end up into fandoms where the fic writing scene is this prolific and i'm having a lot of fun indulging in the backlog

[fiadhaisteach]

Things I’ve Read This Week* - 2021.12.11

New Stories

Tumblr Related, The Weakness In Her Armor by Jacklyn_Flynn (@jacklyn-flynn) - Zevran/F!Aeducan - 978 words - complete

Chasing Ghosts, ⚜️Chasing Ghosts, ⚜️Late Nights, ⚜️Heirloom by WickedWitchoftheWilds (@wickedwitchofthewilds) - Solas/OFC - 75,955 words - 1st two works complete, last work & series WIP

Rereads

The Gold to My Silver, La Petite Mort plus 18 more by greyvvardenfell (@greyvvardenfell) - Zevran/NB!Brosca - 38,746 words, each work complete, series WIP

Tumblr (re)Reads

😈 Bloodied & Broken Bits, A continuation of Chapter 21 of Rogasha'ghi'lan, in the bath from a lot of prompts by @dreadfutures - Solas/F!Lavellan (on AO3)

Bloodied & Broken Bits, Solas POV of young!Ixchel’s Trespasser confrontation by @dreadfutures - Solas/F!Lavellan

Subscription Updates

Soladaar Drabbles by Shaykai (@shaykai) - Solas/M!Adaar (Ch. 5)

A Collection of Lost Embers, A Guide to Tending Embers by reonerra (@reonerra) - Solas/F!Lavellan (Ch. 8)

Wicked Things, What a Wicked Game to Play by Cracking Lamb (@crackinglamb) - Solas/MGiT (Ch. 67-68)

I Have Found a Home (Ian x Solas), Solas & Ian Drabbles by theharellan (@theharellan) - Solas/NB!Lavellan (Ch. 2)

✔️ Love, Delivered by beaubashley (@beaubartley) - Solas/F!Lavellan (Ch. 12), complete

Unwritten by UnrealRomance - Solas/MGiT (Ch. 233-239)

The Guardian by HumblePeasant (@mogwaei) - Solas/OFC, Dorian/M!Lavellan (Ch. 151)

Solas/Ayala, Broken, Heart by Fairfaxleasee (@fairfaxleasee) - Solas/F!Trevelyan - (Ch. 1) complete, series sub

Bloodied & Broken World State, Bloodied and Broken, Rogasha'ghi'lan (The Brave Guide) by youworeblue (@dreadfutures) - Solas/F!Lavellan (Ch. 23)

beware the forest at night, when there are miles left to go, the forest is dark and deep and i've seen you here before by victoriousscarf (@victoriousscarf) - Solas/M!Lavellan (Ch. 177-178)

pressure point by 17734 - Solas/F!Lavellan (Ch. 26)

The DA Alternate Universe Chronicles, Vir'vhen'an by RogueLioness (@roguelioness) - Solas/F!Lavellan (Ch. 7)

She's Lived a Good Life by Kinako - MCiT (Ch. 30)

Kintsugi, Fragile World by angelslaugh (@skyerie) - {F!Lavellan/TBD, Solas/F!Lavellan, Felassan/F!Lavellan} (Ch. 23-26)

lover, your back is bruised from what you carry, In the face of your light by noverture (@noverturemusings) - Solas/M!Lavellan, past Dirthamen/M!Lavellan (Ch. 105)

Love's Worth Running To, Love Run by JessTalksAlot (@jessitasquirrel) - Solas/F!Lavellan, background Iron Bull/M!Lavellan (Ch. 21)

» side note - multiple chapters may mean multiple updates; or might just be me refreshing my memory, reorienting myself in the story, or rereading some for fun.

*TIRTW & can recommend (previous weeks & TIRTW Key/Legend)