#also i wanted to do 20 but my steam ran out

[wind-becomes-lightning]

New Year Asks!!

Couldn’t find one of these, so I made my own, woo!

Did you have a good start to the new year? Did you party or fall asleep early? 

What were you doing at midnight?

What are your new year's resolutions?

Is there something you want to permanently leave in the old year?

What do you wish / hope to happen this year? 

What do you look forward to most in this year?

Any personal goals? 

Any academic / career goals for this year?

Any vacation plans for this year?

Are you planning to take up a new hobby?

What skill do you want to refine this year?

Make a prediction about something that will happen this year (this can be in politics, celebrity or just a fandom).

Predict something random that will be meme’d this year on tumblr.

Is there something you did in the last year that you also want to do again this year?

Something you are planning to finally do this year.

Is there something in media (books, tv shows, anime, movies) that you always wanted to take a look at and finally plan for this year?

Write a new year's speech to your followers.

[megamindsecretlair]

It's a Little Warm, Part 4

Pairing: Bucky x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Cursing. Allusions to abusive, toxic parents. Mentions of private parts. Mild age gap. Reader is late 20s and Bucky is mid 30s. Dom Bucky. Finally, some smut! Dirty talk, PIV and unprotected sex. Fingering, fem receiving. Part 4 of 5. Some sentences are intentional AAVE.

Summary: Sam Wilson is your play uncle and has invited you and Bucky to stay at a cabin with him, Sarah, and the kids. At dinner that evening, you promised to pay Bucky back for leaving you unfulfilled. You should've known that he'd take the reins right back.

Word Count: 2,831k

Read Part 1 | Read Part 2 | Read Part 3 | Read Part 5

A/N: Holy wow, four parts already? I know this took a while to get out. My brain wasn't braining, okay?! And I have nothing to say for myself, except I'm feral again and Bucky can always get it. Sorry if I missed any warnings. While likes are awesome, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers!

taglist: @softimgyu @blackreaderatrisk @braverthanthenewworld @multiversefanfics @monaeesstuff

The look on Bucky’s face was well worth putting on this dress. The only ones at the table at the moment were Aunt Sarah and the boys. The boys were oblivious, into a video game they played at the table. Aunt Sarah snapped her fingers and gave you a knowing look.

But Bucky’s face…you wish you could capture that look on his face. His eyes were narrowed, his nostrils slightly flared. He had a smirk on his face like he knew something you didn’t and you hoped that meant he was imagining ripping the dress off of you. 

You sat down next to him and blinked up innocently at him. “Hey everyone,” you said.

Bucky rubbed his jaw and sighed. Aunt Sarah shook her head and said hello. “How ya feeling?” She asked you.

“I’m fine. Damn, ya’ll are dramatic,”  you said.

The kids made fun of you for cursing. “Oh, stay out of grown folk business,” you said and stuck your tongue out at them. They stuck their tongues out at you. Aunt Sarah fussed at them to put the game away.

You snaked your hand on to Bucky’s thigh. It was thick and firm and to his credit, he didn’t jump. He looked at you and smirked. “What do you think you’re doing?” He asked.

“Having a bit of fun. Don’t we have fun with each other?” You asked.

“You’re playing with fire, doll,” he grumbled, low enough for just you to hear.

“I’m counting on it.” You grinned as Uncle Sam came outside, carrying a large tray of meat. 

Steam rose up from the steaks he cooked. It simmered in light grease and the marinade he used. Your mouth watered as he settled it in the middle of the table. Also on the table were various bowls that Uncle Sam and Aunt Sarah put together after everyone had come inside. 

You inched your hand closer to Bucky’s dick and his leg finally twitched. He ran his tongue over his canine as he looked at you. His heavenly blue eyes promised holy retribution and you shivered.

Together, you said a small grace before bowls were being passed around in a circle. You took a piece of steak and put it on your plate, along with veggies and mashed potatoes. You grabbed a hard cider from the side of you, and you all dug in, trading stories.

Night was starting to wash away the rich hues of orange and pink and lingering blue. Stars peaked out overhead. The heat finally died away, casting a gentle breeze off of the lake. The sun still hung around though, as if it didn’t want the day to end either.

“Man, and then he let some little girl whup his ass!” Uncle Sam chuckled as he talked about Bucky.

“You try balancing on a moving truck against super soldiers. Not all of us have wings,” Bucky playfully grumbled. 

Bucky wiped his mouth with his napkin and then placed his hand on your thigh. As he spoke and recounted what happened with the Flag Smashers, he talked animatedly with his left hand. His right hand, however, the sneaky bastard inched it over your thigh. 

He lifted the hem of your dress and teased your pussy over your panties. You bit your lip to keep from moaning. You concentrated on keeping your face neutral. Ain’t no fucking way he was going to try and turn the tables on you now, while he was telling a story. You had shown mercy letting him eat his food in peace.

As he spoke about Uncle Sam also getting his ass kicked on said truck, you slipped your hand back on his thigh. You ran your hand along his thickening bulge that seemed to keep growing the more you played with him. And damn him, he didn’t falter in his story once. You searched further, for the tip, and ran your nails across it. 

He choked for a bit and you hid a smirk. Bucky kept choking and he took a sip of water.

“Yeah, you know that was a lie. That’s why your ass is choking,” Uncle Sam said. The table laughed. You kept running your nails across his tip before he moved his hand out from under your dress.

He drank some water and you removed your hand. There was no way he could stand up now. Not without broadcasting that he was as hard as brick.

“I’m choking trying to get it out without laughing,” Bucky said with a grin. Uncle Sam smirked and drank his beer.

“Then what happened?” AJ asked. 

“Boy, you’ve heard this a million times,” Aunt Sarah said.

“I like hearing it,” AJ said with a shrug.

Aunt Sarah looked at you and rolled her eyes. You laughed and shook your head. 

“You sure you’re okay?” Aunt Sarah asked.

While Bucky continued to entertain the kids, you leaned over a bit.

“I am fine. Can ya’ll please stop worrying about me?” You asked.

“I know what this time of the year means…”

You waved her off. “I’m better than fine. I promise. It doesn’t hurt anymore. Do you believe me?” You asked.

Aunt Sarah searched your eyes, but with the approaching darkness, you hoped it hid how wide your eyes must look or how you were blinking too much. Yeah, this time of the year fucking sucked. When you decided to cut your parents off, it wasn’t a quiet parting. Half the neighborhood heard your screaming match.

Aunt Sarah let you stay with her while you shuffled what little things you managed to keep out of your parent’s house. She helped you grieve and mope. Helped you find a gig and move out to your own place. You didn’t need them. They were nothing more than tissue donors.

Aunt Sarah gave you one last look before nodding. You breathed a sigh of relief.

You tuned back into the conversation just as Bucky started mouthing off about John Walker.

“Don’t ruin the mood with that dollar store Captain Colonizer,” Uncle Sam barked out a laugh and nearly choked on his beer.

“Please, leave the name calling to Y/N. She’s better at it,” Aunt Sarah said and laughed.

“Hey, I’m better at names than she is!” Uncle Sam said.

The table was quiet for about two seconds before everyone erupted into a fit of laughter. It instantly raised your mood and you had tears in your eyes. “All ya’ll suck,” Uncle Sam grumbled.

“Can we go look at the stars now?” AJ asked.

“Yeah, it’s dark enough!” Cass seconded.

“Barely. You’re sure?” Aunt Sarah asked.

The kids nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, let’s go!” Uncle Sam was nothing but a damn kid himself. He challenged the kids to race him to the edge of the lake. Aunt Sarah shook her head.

“They love it when he comes to visit,” she remarked before she stood up and started tidying up.

“You go on ahead. We’ll clean up. The least we can do since you cooked,” Bucky offered.

Aunt Sarah gave him a look that definitely said she wasn’t buying that lame ass excuse. Bucky chuckled and licked his lips. “I swear. I was raised to help. I feel useless just sitting here,” he said.

“It’s called a vacation,” she said.

“Never understood the term.” He turned on his charming smile, the megawatt movie star one he was fond of tossing around. It should be illegal. He definitely knew what he was up to when he sicced it on people.

Not even Aunt Sarah was immune. Her face still held a skeptical look before she looked at you and raised her eyebrow. You gave her an innocent look.

“Clean up thoroughly,” she said ominously, looking at you specifically.

“Ew!” You said and waved her off. She laughed and headed across the yard towards the docks where Uncle Sam was pointing into the sky for the kids.

Once she was a safe distance away, Bucky looked at you. “You think you’re pretty cute, don’t you?” 

“Of course I’m cute,” you said. He chuckled and stood up, his dick at full attention and straining against his dark jeans. He gathered up some of the dishes, just like he said. He carried most of it, while you grabbed the tray that held the steaks and walked into the kitchen. 

No sooner had you both put your dishes down, did Bucky pull you by the hand and crowded your space. He stepped close, too close, until your bodies were pressed together. “You’re a fucking brat that doesn’t listen.” 

You blinked innocently at him. “I do listen, I swear. I’m just not used to being denied an orgasm. I don’t like it,” you said.

“You seem to have a hard time understanding who’s in charge here,” he said. His face did an adorable scrunch and you resisted the urge to smooth the furrow in his brow.

“Not really. We both know it’s me,” you said. You trailed your hand over his stomach and down his legs until you cupped him. He grinned, slowly, and ran his tongue over his lips. 

“That right, doll?” He asked.

“Yup. I’ve got you wrapped around my cute little finger,” you said. Bucky chuckled and threw his head back. Whether he was praying for patience or praying for strength you didn’t know, you just wanted him to touch you.

Bucky looked out of the window, to check on the family. He crossed the kitchen and turned off the lights, plunging you into near blackness. The porch light from outside cast long shadows on the kitchen floor.

Bucky grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the pantry. You yelped as he was none too gentle about it. He shoved you inside and closed the door, only leaving a tiny crack.

“You are such a fucking tease. You want it then?” His voice was breathless and seemed louder in the close quarters of the pantry. It wasn’t terribly huge, just big enough for three people to step into comfortably.

You couldn’t see him. You could only feel him as he fumbled with his belt and jeans. The metal of the buckle hit one of the shelves. The slide of the zipper pulled down. Next he was grabbing you by the hips and twisting you exactly how he wanted you, your back against his chest. He used his boots to slide your legs wider.

“Hands on the shelf, doll.” 

You complied. Your harsh breaths mixed with his as anticipation steadily built inside of you. Despite the desperate need you knew you both felt, his hands on you were slow and methodical. He ran his hands along your bare arms, down your sides. He cupped your breasts and you sighed.

He brought his head down to rest against yours. His fingers bunched up your dress. “So fucking needy, aren’t you?” 

You nodded. “Words, doll,” he said.

“Yes,” you said.

He kissed your neck, licked it. His breath fanned over it, creating a heady mix of sensations you could barely keep track of. 

“See, I wanted to do this nice and slow thing like a gentleman. Stretch that pretty pussy so you’d be ready for me and you’d be comfortable. But your needy ass couldn’t wait that long, could you?” 

“No,” you whimpered. His filthy words made you ache so painfully. You needed his hands on you. Where it mattered. Then the bastard groaned in your ear. 

You brought your hand back to play with his soft hair. He grabbed it and placed it back on the shelf. He chuckled. “I’m gonna have to teach you to fuckin’ listen.”

You ground your hips into his crotch. You didn’t care how pathetic you looked. You were only glad the light were off. There was nothing but feel and the sound of his voice. 

“Nothing to say?” He finally began to slide your dress up and over your thighs, over your hips. “You were so confident a few minutes ago.” 

“Dammit, Bucky…” You didn’t have time for teasing. He had been teasing you for the past day and a half. Everything he did was a tease. If he glanced at you, he was teasing. You couldn’t take it anymore. 

The bastard chuckled. He slid his hands inside your panties, going right to the core of you. You ought to be embarrassed by how wet you were for him. “That’s my girl,” he growled in  your ear.

He played with your clit, rubbing his fingers over and over in slow circles. “More, I want more,” you moaned.

“You want more? Beg me for it. Since you have me wrapped around your little finger.” 

He would choose now to throw your words back into your face. You didn’t care. Not as long as it meant you could finally have him. 

“Please, Bucky. Please fuck me,” you begged. “Please, please…” you cried. The more he played with you, the higher up on your tiptoes you went. His fingers felt so good playing with you. The wet suction of his fingers sliding into your pussy helped to drive your desire higher and higher.

“Shh, relax. Relax,” he whispered as he slowed his pace and made you sink back to the floor. He continued to go slow as he whispered and put you at ease.

He chuckled again and bit your ear. “You beg so pretty for me. Gonna have to try and keep quiet, okay?”

He slid his metal fingers into your hair and pushed you forward so that you were bent over. He used your slickness to coat his dick. Then, he moved your panties to the side and slid home.

You both cried out in a breathless moan as he filled you up completely. He left no room whatsoever. “Shit,” you cried.

Bucky chuckled and bit your ear again, holding on to your hip with his free hand as he began to move. He moved all the way out before slamming back in. He did it a few more times as you adjusted to his size. You slid easily. You were so wet, it started to leak down the inside of your legs.

The only sounds in the tiny pantry were his grunts, the wet slap of your thighs on his, and the whines you couldn’t keep quiet, no matter how much you wanted to. He set a brutal pace, slamming into you over and over. You dropped your head to the shelf in front of you and rode him. 

“That’s right. Move that ass. Gonna make me do all the work?”

“No…” You cried. 

“This what you wanted, huh? You wanted this cock inside this pussy,” he whispered.

“Yes, yes…” His fingers dug into your hip as he went deeper, hitting a spot no other man had been able to find. 

You felt him twitch inside of you. You were too far gone to make a snarky comment about it. You just needed to reach that peak. As if you were at the top of a rollercoaster and you were about to fall over. You were nearly there. You could feel it, gathering low in your belly. 

He groaned and whimpered in your ear. Both of you were dizzy with pleasure. “Come for me, doll. Come on, I can feel it. I can feel you squeeze this cock.”

You clenched painfully on him before he thrust deeper and you exploded around him. Your orgasm shook you to your core. You unraveled and it was only by his hand in your hair and on your hip that you didn’t float away.

You bit your lip so hard you tasted blood, trying not to scream the way you really wanted to. Bucky thrust one more time before he joined you, shooting cum into you. He kept going. He kept fucking it into you as if trying to brand himself there.

When he stopped twitching, he collapsed against you, pushing you into the shelves. Your breaths mingled as you tried to find a way back to your body. His mouth was against the back of your head.

He panted and groaned. He kissed your head. He kissed your jaw and the side of your neck. “That’s my beautiful doll. You’re so gorgeous.” He continued to kiss you and rub his hands up and down your arms as he stayed lodged inside you. 

Your legs were wobbly and you shook in front of him. You huffed and panted, calming down from such a powerful rush. 

He started to slip out of you and you felt a tiny rush of his cum leak out. It was obscene and so fucking hot. You moaned at the loss of him. 

He grabbed your chin and twisted you around until he could kiss you, his lips moving sloppily over yours.

“The hell are ya’ll at?”

You gasped. You had just enough time to fix your panties before the door swung open. Bucky moved quicker, shielding you from Uncle Sam.

“The fuck is going on here?!”

Read Part 1 | Read Part 2 | Read Part 3 | Read Part 5

[morrigan-sims]

women of the fifth crusade

I'm still going strong on my P:WotR obsession, so take some sim-ified versions of my PC Reda, Ember (& Soot!!), Seelah, and Arueshalae.

(Reference art for the 3 NPCs plus my ramblings under the cut.)

Ember's turned out by far the best and is nearly perfect, but I don't think any of them are bad per se. I couldn't find a hair that was perfect for Arueshalae, and something about Seelah's face shape / facial features is bugging me, but I can't figure out exactly what it is. Reda's not perfect either but I don't really have a reference pic for her, so this is the best I can do, seeing as I can't really visualize things in my head at all.

I was gonna make Woljif and Queen Galfrey too, if not also Camellia and Sosiel, but I ran out of steam. I'll probably make them eventually, though. I also want to make full edits of them. (Maybe tarot card edits?!?!) I wish I that I could do Lann justice in the sims, but given his appearance that's more or less impossible. Which is sad, since Reda married him in my gameplay.

For people who aren't familiar with the game, here's a quick rundown with minimal spoilers:

Ember: child/teenage witch who nearly got burned at the stake, but still wholeheartedly believes that anyone and everyone can be good, even demons. Tries to convince a Demon Lord that she can redeem herself. Absolute sweetheart, must be protected at all costs, but also can be slightly terrifying.

Seelah: human paladin who started out as an orphan thief. Saw a paladin die saving people and decided to devote her life to the Crusade. Calls herself dumb and good for nothing, carrying immense amounts of guilt and refuses to acknowledge her successes.

Arueshalae: succubus ranger who turned her back on the Abyss, leaving behind an abusive relationship in the process. (Heavily implied former sex worker, also.) Wants to do good. Gets excited about gaining the ability to dream, seeing it as a sign that she's losing her evil for good.

Oh, and Reda is turning into an angel, hence the wings and halo. (Both of which she actually has in-game at this point.)

I can't express my love for this game. In some ways I like it better than bg3. If you've finished bg3 and you're looking for something else to play, give P:WotR a try, I beg you. It's SO GOOD. The graphics aren't as beautiful as bg3, and there's not nearly as much character customization, but the story is amazing, the NPCs are awesome, and the gameplay is very interesting!! The Mythic Path system blows me away and I wish more games had something like it. Also, if you wish bg3 was longer, you're in luck! P:WotR goes all the way to level 20 (technically level 30 if you count the 10 mythic levels), and a completionist playthrough could take you 200 hours. Also, there's I think 7 or 8 basic difficulty settings, plus the ability to customize literally every setting under the sun. If you're a fan of the real-time combat in something like Dragon Age, that's an option too. I am on my knees begging people to play this game, but I'll shut up for now.

[queenshelby]

The Fourth Season (Part Two)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Age Gap (20 Years), Smut, Religious Themes, Mention of Drugs, Mention of Death, Bullying

Words: 5,466

Notes: In this Fic, Cillian is 40 and the Reader is 20. Cillian is divorced and the Reader is single. This is not based on Cillian’s real life.

PLEASE COMMENT AND ENGAGE!

Day Three

It was 6 o’clock and you were out running alone, at one of the city's parks. It was the coldest night of the year so far and your breath was getting shallow as you looked at your smart watch. Only one more kilometre and you would be done, reaching your goal for the day.

You ran marathons ever since you were 16 years old, trying to raise money and awareness for something meaningful to you after losing your twin sister to drugs.

She was an addict at a young age and, eventually, overdosed on an illicit substance. It was horrible for you as you were the one who found her lifeless body in the shower-rooms at school and you knew that all of this was the result of something else.

She was upset and confused after having been bullied by two girls at school for an entirety of two years. They were awful to her and, unlike you, she was unable to cope with it.

It was the most difficult time of your life and all of this occurred shortly before you changed schools and met James who had now left you. But the fact that he had left you was probably for the better as you realised that, for your sister’s sake, you should live your life the way you wanted. There was no time for regrets. You had to move on and so you did.

You were in a good place now and, just as you ran back towards the apartment block, you reminded yourself of exactly that. What you did with your life now mattered and, with that in mind, you put out some healthy puffs of steam as you willed your legs to keep going.

You knew it was going to be five degrees out, so you had dressed for it in long tights with silvery reflective stripes that seemed to slide from your ankles all the way up the sides of your legs to your waist. You also wore a loose matching running jacket above a tight-fitting shirt clinging to your torso.

This was your first year trying to run outside all winter and Natasha told you that you were insane for doing it. But, apparently, you weren’t the only one crazy enough to go for a run that morning. There was someone else as well, reaching the apartment block just before you did.

Breathing heavily and with your heart pounding you completed the final few meters and, as you stumbled towards the building, you were greeted with a smile from your co-star, Cillian.

You smiled back and checked your time. It was not bad but not your best.

‘Had a good a run?’ he asked as he was looking for his key-card which gave access to the building and, just as you began to do the same, you realised that you had left yours back at the apartment.

‘Not too bad. How about you?’ you huffed in response while Cillian opened the door for you both but, before he could even respond to your question, you cursed.

‘Shit’ you said, seeing that you had no way of getting into your unit until 7 o’clock. Natasha was away until tomorrow and the janitor would not be starting work until then.  He was the only other person with a key.

‘What’s wrong?’ Cillian asked as he watched you panic slightly.

‘I left my key-card at the apartment. I can’t get in. Fuck’ you stammered with embarrassment while sweat was running down your face.

You felt hot and sweaty, probably looking disgusting right now and really needed a drink of cold water at least.

‘You can hang out at my place until the janitor comes in if you like’ Cillian offered before telling you that he had a few bottles of cold water in the fridge, as well as a coffee machine and some porridge.

‘Are you sure?’ you asked nervously while still catching you breath, in response of which he smiled.

‘I am sure. Common’ he chuckled and, with that, you followed him to the elevator.

***

As soon as you entered his unit, Cillian walked over to the fridge, opened it and handed you a bottle of water while taking one for himself.

‘Water tastes so much better after a run’ you said after taking the bottle from his hands and taking a large sip from it. ‘Thank you’ you then said and he smiled again.

‘You are very welcome’ Cillian said before asking you whether you were running every morning. He clearly wanted to make some sort small talk to break the eyes and you sure looked uncomfortable in his presence. For some reason, you were intimidated by him, but in the best possible way. He was much older than you but so incredibly attractive that, every time you took a glance into his deep blue eyes, your breath faltered. You shouldn’t be feeling this way for your co-star, especially not if he is twice your age. But there you were, completely smitten by his presence.

‘I am trying to, yes. How about you?’ you said nonetheless while watching him stand there, leaning against the kitchen bench, smiling at you. God that smile was beautiful and even his sweat glistened skin did something to you that it should not.

‘Yes. Same. But it depends on my schedule’ he admitted before asking you something else which was something that was going turn this conversation into much more than just small talk.

When you took off your jacket, Cillian noticed the print on your shirt which read ‘Sticks & Stones’ and, since he had two children himself, he knew what it meant.

‘You are running for a cause I see’ he observed, knowing about the trend on social media whereby many users blog about their achievements to raise money and awareness and, although you did not use social media, you indeed tried to promote the cause by organising marathons and working for the organisation on a volunteer basis.

‘I am’ you said shyly and, as if he was waiting for an explanation from you, Cillian stood there and cocked an eyebrow. He clearly wanted you to tell him more about it and so you did.

You told him everything. You told him about your sister who had passed away from an overdose and you told him why she was addicted to drugs. You also told him about the fact that, once per fortnight, you were working with teenagers in rehab in order to help the cause and this impressed him.

It was obvious to you that he was interested in what you had to say and, after you asked him how knew about ‘Sticks & Stones’, he told you that he too worked with some institutions in Ireland that focus on implementing empathy projects and anti-bullying workshops in schools.

After a while, Cillian also told you about his two children and you learned that he has a son who is eleven and a daughter who is nine. His son’s name was Max and his daughter’s name was Mia. He was divorced and shares care for them both with his ex-wife Janette.

‘How is it being away from them?’ you wondered and he admitted that it was difficult at times. He missed them terribly but, since his son has recently gotten his first mobile phone, he was able to skype with them both frequently.

‘Wow, a phone? Already?’ you asked with surprise and Cillian rolled his eyes.

‘Jupp. It wasn’t my choice. If it was up to me, he wouldn’t have gotten a phone yet’ Cillian told you before also telling you about his view on social media and why he believed that social media platforms are half of the problem these days, especially when it comes to bullying.

‘So, you don’t have Instagram and Facebook then, huh?’ you asked almost jokingly, trying to lighten up the mood.

‘No. I am too old for that’ he teased but, of course, you knew that this was nonsense.

‘Oh common, you are not that old! Despite, I don’t have social media either and I am only twenty. It has nothing to do with age’ you argued jokingly but, for some reason, Cillian looked at you with some surprise and confusion.

‘You are only twenty? Seriously?’ he asked, causing you to nod.

‘Yes. How old did you think I was?’ you wondered.

‘Late twenties, at least’ he told you bluntly and your chin dropped.

‘Now I am not sure whether this is a compliment or an insult’ you said teasingly. ‘Do I really look that old?’ you then asked but Cillian shook his head and laughed.

‘No, not really. But you just seem older and wiser, which is a good thing’ Cillian said and, just after that, your conversation came to an end when Cillian told you that he had to get ready. He had spent too much time talking with you already. He had to be on set in twenty minutes and still has not had shower.

‘You can wait here, have a coffee and watch some TV or something’ he suggested, seeing that it was not 7 o’clock yet and you nodded and thanked him again for letting you stay.

***

Within less than ten minutes and just before the clock struck seven, Cillian reappeared in the living room. He had a towel wrapped around his lower body and when you glanced at him and his naked skin, you had to gasp again.

He was quick to get dressed, not noticing you starring at him and, by this point, you well and truly felt uncomfortable in your own skin. According to Google, Cillian was the same age as your father and the fact that you felt attracted towards him was rather inappropriate (at least in your mind). But you could not help yourself. Even though you had seen him on TV before, he was much more appealing to you in real life and this was likely a combination of his looks, kindness, attitude, and demur.

In the end though, you had to leave and get ready yourself. You only had one scene to film that day and this scene was with Cillian himself.

Day Four

It was your fourth day on set and, after yet another few hiccups on set during some semi-intimate scenes with Cillian, Cillian invited you over to his apartment to rehearse your respective scenes for the following few days and you knew that, at least for him, this was simply an act of kindness and professionalism.

 He could tell that you were nervous around him and, when he learned that you were only twenty years old with no on-screen experience, he took it upon himself to mentor you as he had done with other actors in the past.

 As the lead character and an executive producer of the show, Cillian had a vested interest in the cast and crew. You had to get it right and, since he was aware that you were talented, he realised that it was sheer nervousness which prevented you from giving your best performance on screen.

 You were portraying Thomas Shelby’s love interest in the show and Cillian figured that, if you were comfortable around him, then this may translate into your work.

 Thus, it was that evening when you sat down on his lounge for four hours straight, going over your scenes for the entirety of the series and the way he explained the shoots to you was rather impressive.

 He was knowledgeable, funny and kind hearted. He knew that you did not struggle with learning your lines and he also knew that you could act out emotions. But what you could not do was assume authority. You lacked some confidence in this regard and, as such, Cillian made you yell at him and get angry with his character and, whilst you both had a laugh in between practicing your scenes, you got there in the end.

 What you did not practice however was the intimacy and Cillian thought that this would have been rather inappropriate and yet, you spoke about the lines and scenes, containing both heat and moments of passion.

 Occasionally you would get into character and Cillian would hold your hands while trying to reason with you and the way he changed his voice to Tommy’s voice impressed you and sent shivers down your spine.

 And then there was the ultimate scene, where the dialogue between Tommy and Jesse gets heated and, the first time you practised it, you stammered out your lines nervously.  

 ‘Let’s try this again’ Cillian said before speaking his line once more and you were immediately taken by his voice and acting skills. He sounded incredibly sexy, saying what he was saying to you in such an authoritative way and, when you stammered out a quiet “uhm”, he began to smile and drop out of character.

 ‘Again’ Cillian chuckled and you repeated your lines over and over again until, finally, you got it right and Cillian was satisfied with your effort.

 ‘That’s it. See, you can do it…’ Cillian said cheerfully while pulling the funniest face and you wondered how he snapped out of character so quickly. Despite his age, he was the funniest, most childish, and most energetic guy you have ever met and working with him became incredibly pleasant.

 Cillian’s presence excited you in unusual ways and when he inadvertently touched you, once or twice, your heart skipped a beat and you wondered whether he felt the same way about you or whether he was simply being nice to you because he had the interest of the show at heart.

 In the end, you thought that it was probably the latter. After all, he was twice your age and women were probably throwing themselves at his feet. And yet, his true, raw and clean nature aroused you. You had not felt such an attraction before, especially not after such short period of time. After all, you had only just met him a few days ago but, somehow, you felt an instant connection.

 Unlike other actors you knew, including your ex, Cillian was not pretentious. He was simply himself. No fake emotions. No fake displays. Just the way he naturally was, without hiding behind curtains.

 He had collarbones that had the perfect contour. A jawline that was sharp, but still jagged enough to be real. A voice that could sway dozens of people and eyes that were absolutely mesmerising.

 That's what you wanted. You craved him. His natural body scents. His warmth. And his true, raw self. A shot of oxytocin, dopamine and endorphins was the perfect cocktail that you wished to savour and, with that, you were daydreaming again.

 ‘Are you alright?’ Cillian eventually asked as you were sitting by his side, starring at him somewhat inadvertently instead of reading your lines and, just as he spoke to you, you snapped out of your thoughts which, ironically, happened to be about him.

 ‘Yes, uhm…I am fine’ you said shyly, causing him to cock an eyebrow and then it happened. Cillian turned towards you and gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, eliciting a small gasp from you.

 You were already having goosebumps, and could sense the heat in the air. His hand was there, right on your cheek and he drew closer towards you until, suddenly, he spoke up and pulled away.

 ‘There was something in your hair’ Cillian then told you before quickly withdrawing his hand from your face and all you could do was murmur a quick ‘oh’ as you thought he was about to kiss you and were somewhat disappointed that he didn’t.

 ‘What was it?’ you eventually asked, biting your lips even more nervously now.

 ‘Make-up, I think’ he then chuckled and you were not surprised. You wore a lot of that on set and, every time you washed it off, some ended up in your hair and along the sides below your cheeks.

 ‘Embarrassing’ you said and the way you were now staring at him had become rather awkward.

 ‘It ends up everywhere’ Cillian said before he jumped up quickly and got himself a glass of water and you knew that it was time to go back to your unit and catch some sleep.

 ‘I should probably go. It is late. But thank you Cillian. Tonight really helped build up my confidence’ you then said and he smiled.

 ‘You are most welcome Y/N. I like working with you’ he said before seeing you to the door and wishing you a good night.

 What you wanted to do was to kiss him, right then and there, but the small voice inside of your head prevented you from ceasing the opportunity.

 It was too awkward and it was wrong. Yet, you could not get him out of your mind. You were so close, but never quite got there.

 Day Five

 The following day, you woke up at 4 o’clock to go for a run with Cillian. He had now become your running pal and had to be on set at 6 o’clock that day.

You, on the other hand, had until 8 o’clock to get ready and, whilst you thought about relaxing some more before heading to set as well, you simply could not.

You were nervous again as you had to film yet another scene with Cillian and, whilst he took the lead in this particular scene, it involved a kiss. A very long kiss.

You had thought about it all morning and, while part of you felt excited about it, the other part of you was petrified. You did not want to embarrass yourself in front of him.

The scene was to be filmed in the old warehouse which is where Thomas Shelby would be having dinner with Jesse Eden. The scene involved a lot of dialogue first and then a dance, followed by a kiss and Cillian caressing your thigh.

It was a simple scene if it wasn’t for the fact that you had felt an unexplainable attraction towards your co-star which, in the end, was what threw you off.

But then, when you saw him waiting for you on set, the fear you had built up inside of you was gone. He gave you a reassuring smile, much to the dislike of your assistant Lorraine who, while Cillian’s assistant was on sick leave, had been looking after him as well.

To you, it had been obvious that she took a liking in him. Even Natasha had noticed while Cillian, on the other hand, was oblivious to the advances she made towards him.

She was in her late twenties and Cillian had told Natasha in the past that he would not be dating anyone on set. According to him, Lorraine was also too young for him and what this meant for you, you did not know. And, you probably should not have cared either as, clearly, thinking that he may be interested in you was absurd.

‘Are you ready?’ Cillian asked as you stumbled on to set. He was looking rather handsome in his suit and immediately took your breath away.

‘I am ready if you are’ you joked playfully as you took your position and Cillian chuckled in response, seeing how you were so much more confident around him now and, whilst this scene was dialogue heavy, you both nailed within less than five takes.

You then quickly moved on to the next scene which was slightly more challenging than the first as it involved both, the dance and the kiss between your character and Cillian’s. The instructions on the kiss were clear. It needed to look passionate and urgent and you received a bit of a rundown from Natasha on how to show your tongue during the kiss without actually using it.

Whether this would work or not, you weren’t so sure about as, the last time you attempted a kiss scene with Cillian, your mouth barely moved at all. You were frozen to the spot and out of your depth.

With that, you felt the need to warn Cillian  about your kissing skills and, during your break, you even went so far as to discuss the intensity of the impending kiss. You told him what Natasha had told you and when he spoke up, what he said surprised you.

‘You worry too much Y/N’ he told you. ‘I will not judge you and I hope you realise that. This is work. It is an act which happens to involve some kissing and I won’t think about it as anything else. I promise. Alright?’ Cillian said reassuringly as it became obvious to him that you are worried about taking this scene too far.

‘So what do you want me to do?’ you wondered as, with his words, he confused you.

‘I want you to do whatever you feel comfortable doing’ Cillian told you gently and you nodded.

‘Okay. So how about you just kiss me like you would normally do for a scene like this and I will try and play along?’ you suggested and Cillian smiled and spoke a quiet ‘okay’ before reassuming his position.

‘Just so you know though, I am not an experienced kisser. So, I apologise, in advance, if this is going to be awkward’ you then said to him quietly and with blushing cheeks causing Cillian to chuckle.

‘And now that you told me, it most certainly will be awkward’ he said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, causing you both to break out in laughter.

‘No judging’ you then reminded him and he confirmed ‘no judging’ before clearing his throat.

‘Are you ready?’ the crew then asked but you were not. You were nervous and Cillian could sense it.

‘I am not sure’ you admitted while Cillian was quick to take your hands into his and told you to you to take a deep breath.

‘Relax Y/N. I won’t judge your kissing skills if you don’t judge mine’ he winked, causing you to roll your eyes at him. His comment certainly lightened the mood but you already regretted saying something to him about the kiss beforehand. It was stupid and childish you thought.

In the end however, you gave the crew a reassuring nod and Cillian stepped closer towards you, taking his position.

Just as directed, Cillian’s took your hands into his, guiding you into the dance which your characters were meant to have.

Dancing without music was awkward but you tried to play along until, suddenly, the director called cut.

‘You have to look at me’ Cillian said gently and you nodded. This was exactly what the director repeated to you.

‘Look him in the eyes. I want to see the passion’ you were told and, after you dried off your already sweaty palms, you nodded and resumed position.

Cillian guided you again and your eyes never left his. So beautiful and blue, like water in the ocean.

Just as you looked him in the eyes, you could sense the heat building up between you. It felt real and probably looked real as well.

Cillian then gently caressed your back and pulled you towards him, causing you to gasp and, whilst the director thought that this was a nice touch, it was simply your reflexes kicking in. Your attraction towards this man suddenly became overwhelming and when your lips finally touched his at their own volition, a low moan escaped you.

You closed your eyes as Cillian’s lips connected to yours and his hand roamed towards your thigh, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

You caressed his face in return and, without thinking too much about the fact that you were meant to be acting, you simply gave into the kiss as if it was real.

You forgot everything around you and, after a second, your lips parted just as Cillian lifted up your skirt slightly. This is when you felt Cillian’s tongue brush against your lower lip and you inadvertently met it with your own for a short moment until, eventually, the director called cut.

‘Fantastic, brilliant chemistry!’ he said before telling you that he required another shot from another angle and you both nodded while catching your breaths.

In this moment, Cillian smiled at you and, if it wasn’t for the heavy amount of makeup which you were wearing at the time, he would have seen your cheeks blush.

‘Ready?’ the director then asked as you simply stood there and looked at each other.

‘Ready’ you confirmed after taking in another deep breath and, with that, you changed positions slightly and kissed again, and then once more. Each time, your tongues were touching and, during the last take, Cillian’s teeth were pulling slightly against your lower lip which was something the director had discussed with you both. It gave the scene the extra bit of intensity and intimacy and it sure felt incredible.

You enjoyed the kiss and everything else about it. You enjoyed Cillian’s touch, the feel of his lips against yours and the sweet taste of him. It almost made you feel giddy, just as if he had kissed you for real rather than for the camera and, when you spotted Lorraine, watching the scene with disgust on her face, this giddiness turned into a feeling of shame.

‘You said you were a bad kisser’ Cillian smirked eventually after you snapped out of your thoughts. He clearly didn’t care that Lorraine’s presence.  

‘Yes’ you swallowed harshly but Cillian gave you a cheeky smile.

‘That sure didn’t translate into the scene, so you should give yourself a bit more credit next time’ he winked, trying to encourage you to feel better within yourself. He could sense that your self-esteem had suffered a lot throughout the years and, even though he did not why, he wanted to change that. You always doubted yourself even if there was no reason for you to do so.

But then again and unbeknownst to you, Cillian also truly enjoyed the kiss you had just shared. He would not have minded giving it a few more takes, and that, in itself, made him feel a little uncomfortable within his own body now. Not only were you his co-star in the show but you were also twenty years younger than him and, with this in mind, he felt guilty. Kissing you should not feel good and yet, it did. It felt incredible.

Day Six

 Cillian’s hand caressed your breast and he began to cover your neck and shoulders with kisses, always returning to your lips as he worked his way deeper and deeper into your body. You moaned, one arm around his neck, the other clutching at his back as he began to gently make love to you, deep gentle movements of passion and desire, a kind of connection that made you feel like you were everything.

 Moving in unison, your bodies were one and Cillian pushed himself up onto his forearms so that he could look into your eyes. Everything was perfect, everything was special and you held his face in your hands as you gazed intently at each other. Then you pulled him down for another kiss.

 Your fires burned slowly, sparking but not spreading too quickly... passion mounted as your moans became deeper, bodies twining.

 Cillian pressed himself against you, his groin moving and grinding against your body. You cried out with release, your fingers clutching at him, and as he felt your body tense through an orgasm beneath him, he allowed himself to let go and thrust into you, wanting to hold you and take you as you climaxed.

 With a gasp, he held you tightly, pressing your groins together as he came, filling you as you writhed together in mutual ecstasy.

 Breathing slowed, limbs relaxed, and your blinked away a tear brought on by the intensity of your union until, suddenly, you heard a loud and somewhat annoying noise.

 “Evacuate Now” it kept on saying repeatedly and, in between, there was the sound of an alarm going off through the entire building. “Evacuate Now” it continued and, when you looked at your watch, you saw that it was only 4 o’clock in the morning when you were ripped from your rather inappropriate but somewhat steamy dream about your co-star.

You were sitting, sweating and quickly put on your slippers while Natasha knocked on your bedroom door and yelled “common”.

“I am” you responded thinking that, surely, this was just a drill.

“Why are you not panicking? Grab your things. Let’s go” Natasha went on to say as you rubbed your eyes again and followed her quietly, but panic didn’t really hit you as, instead, you still thought about your dream.

Why were you dreaming about him while, clearly, it was not a scene enactment that you were subconsciously thinking of. It was Cillian, himself, not as Thomas Shelby.

A man who was twenty years older than you and who you had to maintain a professional relationship with.

‘A bit faster’ Natasha panicked, telling you to hurry up as you stumbled down the stairs and, finally, excited the building with Cillian still on your mind.

But then, after you finally arrived in the evacuation safety zone, wearing your unicorn pyjamas, your intrusive thoughts about Cillian vanished for a brief moment until you saw him again, stepping out of the elevator and walking out the building as well, right towards you.

He, too, was still in pyjamas and the fact that they featured bugs bunny amused you.

“Did you just take the elevator?” you asked as he approached you.

“Yes, I did” he said with a tired look on his face.  

“And you don’t see anything wrong with that?” you laughed, wondering why, during an alarm like this, he would be using the elevator when, clearly, this was strictly prohibited.

“No. My apartment is on the top floor and it is much quicker that way’ Cillian chuckled while holding on to his coffee mug.

“But, what if there was actually a fire?” you asked. You could not believe that he was so oblivious as, clearly, he was usually rather intelligent.

‘There is no fire. It’s just a drill. Clearly’ Cillian chuckled but you had raised another question already.

“Also, did you make yourself a cup of coffee before coming down here?” you wondered, causing Cillian to grin nervously, like a schoolboy who had just gotten into trouble with his teacher.

“Perhaps. Would you like some?” he asked and you began to shake your head again.

“No thanks” you mused and, just as you did, you heard a familiar voice and turned.

“Y/N? Fuck? Really?” James, your ex-boyfriend said while you were talking to Cillian.

“James?” you asked. Your chin dropped. You did not expect to see him again so soon and, especially, not on the set of Peaky Blinders.

“Well, now I am curious…how do you two know each other?” Cillian asked before greeting James who he had already met earlier that day.

Unbeknownst to you, James had only just arrived on set the day before last and his first scene was to be filmed tomorrow. He portrayed one of the men who arrives in Birmingham with Luca Changratta, namely an Italian mobster and he was casted late for the role.

“She is my girlfriend” James said before you could even respond to Cillian’s question , but you were quick to correct him.

“Ex-girlfriend!” you clarified, causing James to laugh.

“We took a break” James told Cillian who thought that this was becoming rather interesting.

“We broke up” you were quick to say and so you began to argue with him while Cillian listened in and enjoyed his coffee.

Eventually though, after a little while, you had enough and began to ignore James’s presence, following which, eventually, he walked away

“Is he really your boyfriend?” Cillian asked, laughing.

“Ex-boyfriend!” you said again.

“Really? You were together?” he then asked, curiously.

“Why are you so surprised by that?” you wanted to know and, whilst Cillian desperately wanted to tell you that your ex was a douche, he did not and, instead, said something else.

“No reason and it really is none of my business. I am sorry” Cillian said and you left it at that.

“The casting director obviously didn’t know” Natasha then said, interrupting you both.

“Perhaps not” you told her.

“Most defiantly not because they wouldn’t have casted you both. There is a strict ‘no dating’ rule on set” Natasha told you before, eventually, the fire brigade gave the all clear to return to the building.

To be continued…

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[smidnite]

I realize I've been very slack about posting what's going on at home, in terms of writing, but here's a recap:

I was enjoying writing a roundrobin with @winterspiderpurrs and @illogicalkat , but was losing steam because my job wears me tf out and I rarely have braincells left.

I've been working on the sides of my house, getting fill dirt and grading the side of the house, covering the exposed foundation. Y'all, that took SO MUCH fill dirt, but at least I got it for free. There's a couple in a house a few blocks from me with a sign that says "FREE FILL DIRT!" Hell yeah, I took advantage. I don't pay for what I can get for free with a little (or a LOT) of work.

While I was taking care of the grading, I was also pulling up an EGREGIOUS amount of roots from some invasive bush/ tree. The roots of which may have been responsible for getting into my clay pipes (this house was built in 1968). My dad came over with his sawzaw and together we cut down the tree. A few weeks later (as my energy allowed) I went digging down as far as could, uprooting as much as I could, before filling back in.

That said, I also, over a period of time, purchased some landscaping bricks for hella cheap, so when I finished doing the grading, I was able to cover with plastic and lay down the bricks. I'm hoping to be able to get some mulch in the new few weeks.

During all that came the sudden IKYFL on my discovery two weeks before her potential due date that one of my cats, Cardamom, was pregnant. Lil' heifer looked like a bowling pin.

She had her babies on September 30th, and the kittens are now a month and a half years old and are incredibly SPEEDY little disasters.

I purchased this house in February using the maximum amount of my retirement fund allowed, because who's going to be retiring in this economy? But what I learned is that in bundling your homeowners insurance and township taxes in with your mortgage, they are ESTIMATING the taxes. My mortgage went up a whole $300 this past millage. Which means that until I get my tax return next year, I'm going to be late on my mortgage.

Someone ran over my mailbox, smashing the crap out of it. That was $100+ that I didn't want to spend but had no choice. Yes, I COULD have taken the receipts to my insurance agent and been reimbursed, but in the long run that would raise my premium. NOPE.

And finally, I haven't been able to cook because this past Wednesday, I turned a breaker off to take out the old dishwasher that came with the house, and that Whirlpool was 20+ years old. I figured I couldn't be that hard, because in theory, it isnt.

I WAS WRONG. The biggest issue was the previous owner putting new flooring on top of the old, and AROUND the installed dishwasher. I couldn't just slide it out, so I had the dubious joy of breaking out the sawzaw again, and cutting my countertop to lift it like a car hood and get the dishwasher out.

The second hurdle was AGE. Because of the age difference in the appliances, the locations of where things are connected is different, and WHAT they're connected with is a bit different. Or, in the case of the wires, they're the same, but the length was too short.

By that evening, I was very defeated and disappointed, knowing that I was going to have to spend money I didn't have. But after sleeping on it, my brain reminded me that I am a SCAVENGER, and I DO NOT pay for things I can get for FREE!

I've been cannibalizing parts from the old dishwasher, and hopefully I'll have everything up and running by the end of the night. I've been up since 5am, and I've done two loads of laundry, cleaned the living room, and cleared off my dresser--I still have moving boxes to sort through.

I KNOW I'll pass out before 10pm, and it's noon now.

TIME TO GET TO WORK.

[tastybluesprite]

Can you do Blue Lock ler Karasu and ler Otoya team up and tickle lee Yukimiya together?

A Friendly Squabble

This was so fun to write! Unfortunately I don’t know much about their dynamic as a group, because I know they were on the same team during the first couple selections up until the U-20 arc. But after that we don’t get to see too much of their dynamic as a group, especially with Yukimiya. Hope this is good though! I really love Yukimiyas character. Ima say this takes place around the third selection.

Warnings: Manga spoilers! Also this is a tickle fic so if that’s not your cup of tea feel free to keep scrolling.

Summery: Karasu and Otoya decide they need to help their teammate out

Yukimiya scored another goal against blue lock man. He figured if there was one way to blow off steam at Blue Lock, was this.

However, he suddenly heard a voice that made him jump.

“What’s this? You’re still here Yuki?”

Karasu was grinning from behind him. “May we join?”

Otoya then appeared from behind him, waving.

Yukimiya stared at them for a second, but then shrugged.

He had hoped for a solo practice. But he wasn’t going to say no. He figured ‘why not?’

“Ok sure. If you really want to.”

The brunet and blonde decided to team up against Yukimiya. The boy in glasses however expected only one of them to take him on at a time.

Unfortunately that wasn’t the case. While Yukimiya did nearly score a goal against him, Karasu stole the ball with incredible speed. He then passed to Otoya, who got close to the opposite goal, and scored.

“That- that’s not fair!“

Karasu smirked “What’s this? You seemed quite keen to take us on not a moment ago…”

“Yeah because I didn’t expect both of you to team up.” He protested.

“Aw, is the great Yukimiya having trouble against us? I never would’ve thought we could be his downfall!” Karasu teased, poking him in the side lightly.

He thought it was just a funny little gesture of playfulness. Maybe a good way to tease the boy. But he didn’t expect him to yelp and flinch.

“Oh… what’s this?” Karasu asked, poking again as a grin slowly grew on his face.

“Don’t tell me you’re ticklish Yuki~”

“Wh-what? Of course not! J-just stop already!” Yukimiya continued batting against his hands, trying to catch them. “Let’s juhuhst continuhue plahaying- gYAh!”

Karasu suddenly grabbed his side.

Both Karasu and Otoya stared at him with surprised for a moment.

Then Karasu burst out laughing. “Ohoho my gohohod thahat wahahas amahazing! Dude did you just squeal?”

Yukimiyas face burned bright red. “Stop that! I’m telling you I’m not so lay off! I want to practice so if you won’t take this seriously just leave!”

“Nah. I think I wanna hear how far this laughter of yours can go~”

And just like that, both Karasu and Otoya (whom Karasu gestured for him to help) were now chasing him.

Well shit…

Yukimiya was NOT letting himself get ganged up on. He decided his life was important and ran out of the field practice room.

Running through the halls, he prayed that no one would be around. He dove into a workout room that was luckily empty.

But unfortunately, he couldn’t hide in time. They had followed up behind him quickly during the chase and knew exactly where he went.

Karasu and Otoya both came crashing down on him. Luckily it was on a more padded area in the training room, otherwise Yukimiya probably would’ve gotten seriously hurt.

“Now why would you run? Are you perhaps lying?” Karasu asked, a shit eating grin plastered on his face.

There was a small squabble, with Yukimiya trying to get up. But Karasu being on top of him gave him and Otoya the upper hand. Also the fact that it was two against one here.

He started squeezing his sides more constantly now and Yukimiya fell back into Otoya, who had gotten up from behind him.

“W-wait! Noho!” He bit his lip, trying not to laugh, failing to catch their hands.

Otoya joined in getting him in the ribs from behind as Karasu was at his sides.

“Don’t try holding it in! It’s unhealthy you know…” noticing Otoya causing more reaction, he joined him at the ribs.

“Sh-shihihihihihihit!!!” He finally broke into giggles as he flailed helplessly under them.

“What your mouth Yuki~” Karasu teased, poking his belly and making him squeak through his laughter.

“Nohohohoho guhuhuhuys pleheheahase wahahait!!” Yukimiya cried, flailing under the two.

“Isn’t this adorable Otoya? He was trying to hide this adorable little secret from us. I think we deserve a little payback don’t you think?”

“Yeah absolutely.” Otoya replied, a small smile on his face as he wiggled his fingers against his ribs.

Damn it this wasn’t fair! First the soccer and now they gang up on him like this? Oh the injustice of it all.

However things took a turn for the worst when Karasu began squeezing his hips.

“Woah.. bad spot?” Karasu asked teasingly, with a pleasantly surprised expression at how the boy let out a scream. He gently massaged his thumbs against the bones as the boy started thrashing wildly.

Yukimiya threw his head back in hysterical cackling, kicking his legs helplessly. He bucked his hips in hopes to dislodge fingers, but it was to no avail.

“GUHUHUHUYS PLEHEHEHAHASE!!!” Yukimiya cried.

His laughter and thrashing only got more violent when Otoya wormed his fingers into his armpits. Unfortunately no amount of clenching his arm to his sides helped.

All he saw was a blurred vision of his two attackers. He was gonna die damn it!

Luckily Karasu noticed how he was practically losing his mind.

“Wow sorry about that. I didn’t expect you to be so ticklish.” Karasu said with a teasing, yet apologetic grin.

“Ugh.. yohohu two ahare hohorible…” Yukimiya groaned, trying to sit himself up.

“Sorry. You just looked like you could use a bit of cheering up…” Otoya said, slightly sheepish as he rubbed at the back of his neck.

“Yeah.” Karasu agreed. “You seemed a bit tense. Like something was bothering you.”

Yukimiya looked down, unable to meet their eyes. “Wh-whatever. It’s no big deal. Just… be more careful…”

“Oh~? Did Kenyu Yukimiya just admit that he wants to be tickled?”

“H-hold on! I dihihidnt sahay thahaAHaHAHAHA!!!”

This time he fell back right onto the floor, Karasu going right back for his hips.

But he noticed how Yukimiya didn’t seem to try all that hard in prying him off.

At the same time, he also noticed how he seemed more relaxed and genuinely happy. Whatever the case, Karasu was happy to deliver. Even he could help out a friend in need.

[iamvegorott]

Wait also 20 and 24 from fluff for MadMare!

20. "Wait! don't pull away...not yet." 24. "You own my heart."

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“Run!” Blank said with a happy squeal before taking off, holding Mad’s hand to make him follow. Mad laughed and covered his head as he and Blank got pelted with snowballs thrown by Phantom, Jackie, Robbie, and Anti. 

“We got you!” Chase said with the biggest smile when Mad and Blank reached their snow fort. He and Marvin started throwing snowballs back, some glowing with a light green aura and showing that Marvin was using magic to help with his aim. 

“Cheater!” Phantom called, a laugh in his voice as he used his own magic to make the snowballs he threw glow red. 

“Do you want to help me make snowballs, Blank?” Mad asked, gathering snow to make more ammunition. 

“Yeah!” Blank’s face went serious as he focused on the task at hand, the tip of his tongue sticking out as he made snowball after snowball. 

“I give it five more minutes until they realize they’re cold,” Dark commented from the patio he and Mare sat at. They were bundled up with steaming mugs on the table that sat between them. Dark had some tea while Mare had some coffee. 

“I give it two, look at Robbie’s nose.” Mare gestured with his mug as he picked it up. “Anti’s going to notice that soon and it’ll kick in.” 

“I’m shocked you’re not worried about Mad, he has the thinnest jacket out there,” Dark commented with a light tease in his voice. 

“His lips aren’t blue, so we’re doing good.” Mare shrugged and took a sip of his coffee.

“So shocking that you’ve been staring at Mad’s lips.” Dark teased some more as he took a sip of tea. 

“Like how you’ve been staring at Anti’s ass?”

“Touché.” 

“And it looks like I win as well.” Mare chuckled at the scene of Anti looking at Robbie and calling off the game. Chase jogged over to look at Robbie as well and agreed. In a blink, Anti was in front of Dark. 

“Ready to head in?” Dark asked, getting a head nod from Anti before he placed a hand on Dark’s arm and glitched them away. Mare continued watching as Blank ran over to Jackie and jumped into his arms, showing that he still wanted to play. Phantom rolled his eyes with a smile at getting puppy-dog eyes from both Jackie and Blank. He snapped his fingers and sent himself, Jackie, and Blank away in a red cloud that mixed with the green cloud Marvin created by sending himself and Chase away at the same time. 

“Hi, starlight.” Mare greeted Mad when he reached him. “You’re looking a little red.” He chuckled as he stood, offering his coffee to Mad. 

“Thank you,” Mad said as he took the mug and drank, thankful for that feeling of warmth coursing through him with each swallow, not stopping until the drink was finished. 

“Better?” Mare asked and raised a brow when Mad took off his jacket. “Are you-” He paused when Mad unzipped his coat and then tucked himself under it, hugging Mare and sighing at the extra warmth. “Looks like someone’s cold. Let’s head in and-”

“Wait! Don’t pull away…not yet.” The last part got muffled by Mare’s chest as Mad tried to soak up even more of Mare’s heat. Mare hugged Mad and used his magic to send them inside and to the bed. He removed their shoes and his jacket during the transfer so he was more comfortable lying on the bed while tucking the blanket around them. 

“Still warm?” Mare asked, brushing Mad’s hair aside. 

“Yeah.” Mad closed his eyes and nuzzled against Mare’s chest. He was exhausted from all the running and throwing and everything. A quick nap sounded amazing right now. 

“You’re going to fall asleep on me, aren’t you?”

“Yeah.” 

“And I’m not allowed to get up because I’m your pillow?”

“Yeah.” 

“Alright.” Mare played up his sigh and played with Mad’s hair, happily watching as Mad’s breathing began to deepen and slow down, face relaxing and soon he was fully asleep. Mare softly chuckled at himself, internally teasing himself for how easy it was for Mad to convince him to do something. He pressed a gentle kiss to Mad’s forehead and felt his heart flutter at Mad’s unconscious smile at the affection. "Oh, starlight, you own my heart more than you’ll ever know."

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@bookwormscififan @rattyboyisemo

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The Conflicts of Disney's Hercules (Part 1): Meg vs Hades

Long post y'all.

I promised my diva of a sponsor to get to this and since my last post gained steam, I thought I'd finally talk about one of my favorite Villain vs Heroine conflicts in Disney's canon. This will be a bit of a mini series as I break down and explore the conflicts in the movie, think Hades vs Zeus vs Hercules, Hercules/Hades vs the Fates, etc. As I continue the series if you have a suggestion for one you want me to deep dive I would love to hear it!

That's the fun part about Tumblr, the opportunity to hear voices and begin discussion about little things no one mentions in a 20+ old film. Also, bare in mind I will be exploring other Disney films eventually, but I've just spent too long digging in the Hercules trenches i can't help but gush about it even if it is far from my favorite Disney film.

Also fair warning ahead of time but there is a CW in one section of this post that can be easily circumvented if you so wish. There will be a space and *** symbols to indicate when it starts and when it ends as we discuss some dark themes and symbolism.

Now on to the evening's entertainment!

The history of Disney hero(ine) vs villain goes all the way back to Disney's very first animated film: Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. In this film, we are treated to a classic clash between good vs evil with well-established background that fully explains the animosity the Queen has towards Snow White and to a lesser known extent of myself when I was 3. However, keep in mind, the Queen interacts with Snow White through indirect sources like the Huntsman and when the Queen disguises herself as a hag.

To summarize in case you haven't seen the movie, Snow White finally gets to the ripe old age where a person can finally be considered fair, which I suppose is 14 years old. The queen gets so frazzled her hair falls out and turns white and ages about seventy years or something.

Anxiety, hits at every age y'all. Even for the wickedly beautiful.

And so ensues the assassination plot of an abused princess who manages to escape and finally gets the love and life she dreamed about for so, so long.

The reason I'm using Snow White as a jumping off point is because we have the very first example in Disney's canon of a deal being offered to an otherwise naïve young girl.

And that naïve young girl accepts out of her own volition, no forcing, no pressuring, at the end of the day, taking a bite of a poisoned apple or in Meg's case taking Hades' hand sealing both Heroine's fate.

Now, while Disney's Hercules touches on how Meg got ensnared in Hades' plans, let's review what we do know:

Meg was at the end of her rope when her ex died. So much so that she was willing to do anything to get him back, and she meant it. While we do not know exactly how healthy Meg and her ex's relationship was before his untimely demise, the fact that her Ex ran off with another girl soon after tells me a lot on what the relationship was really like. It wasn't as steadfast or true as Meg had previously believed.

Oh yeah, weird side note, but we're completely ignoring Twisted tales: Go the Distance. Yeah, way to go. You took away Meg's chance to shine and connect with an unspoken minority in the audience. Do you know how many friends of mine found so much connection with Meg because she had been in a prior abusive relationship and still found love despite all the trauma she went through? Meg's iconic. Having Hades be the reason her ex took off is such a dumb move. I don't think he was that invested in her personal life to ruin it even further just to mess with her. He could care less, he's focused on taking over Olympus rn.

Anyway, tangent over.

So Meg's whole life revolved around her ex, and she was willing to put in the sacrifice and effort to be with him, but he snubbed her. The movie is very clear that the reason Meg is so cynical when we meet her is b/c she used to be a very openly sweet and loving person back when everything was beautiful and nothing hurt. And in that period, when she was so enamored with this Joe Schmo, she was probably starry eyed and saw everything in rose-colored glasses and thus didn't see the red flags of this chump. But she grew up and learned from her mistakes, but in a path that stopped her from ever trusting or loving someone else.

It's interesting, but Meg's ex comes up again at least referenced in I won't Say(I'm in Love), in the line:

"I thought my heart had learned its lesson..."

But when Meg sings that line, do you know what part of the garden she's in?

***CONTENT WARNING: R*pe. We will be discussing the setting of where I won't say (I'm in Love) takes place and picking apart at the various statues littered about in the Greek courtyard.

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Now the garden is filled with statues of lovers and other symbols of love, but some that are not examples of love, specifically ones that revolve around scenes of r*pe.

The reference to her ex by the aforementioned lyric is when Meg's surrounded by scenes of r*pe: We have a centaur carrying off a lady and a satyr chasing after a girl. A common theme in greek myths, and I can't help but feel this was intentional on the writer's part. They are shouting and screaming at us that Meg's ex was a bad dude. Why would the only reference to her past dating life be when she's surrounded by the only sexually perverse imagery in this entire scene? Of males taking advantage of women? Carrying them off when they are not at all interested based on their body language?

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I think that's why when Meg and Hades talk after her fake dating AU with Hercules their whole conversation is filled with so much substance. The song pushes so much character development for Meg that it enables her to face her trauma head-on and accept the past and still have the courage to move forward and try again with this budding new relationship now that the Muses helped support her- as her back-up chorus and her conscience lol.

But there's still one problem. One overhanging problem that's give or take 7 feet tall of abandonment and anger issues, permeating with the stench of sulfur and brimstone.

When the song ends, Hades almost immediately appears in the most on the nose way. By ripping apart a pair of young lovers as he emerges from the Underworld like the extra edgelord he is.

Thus begins my favorite scene of the movie. Songs don't count.

Now we've seen Meg and Hades interacting before and I will touch upon the scene after Zero to Hero later, but its poignant to get to the only time they really have a true clash first. The garden scene is the first time Meg is facing Hades as a heroine and not a reluctant minion.

Gosh, I love it when a girl goes feral, and Meg goes all out here. The interchange between Meg and Hades is written so tightly and neatly, everyone is dripping with so much character I just adore it.

But the most ironic part that isn't given much thought is why Hades says his most iconic and memeable line:

You bet this line is hilarious, but look at Hades' expression in the gif before. The exaggerated eyeroll, the sagging shoulders of disbelief as Meg is full of so much love and hope she almost forgets who's she's saying all this to.

The irony of Meg gushing about Hercules to Hades is this: Meg and Hades have had this exact conversation before. But now the guy in questions isn't her ex, it's Hercules.

And this time around, Hades is done beating around the bush and pretending everything is hunky-dory. Last time, he was fine with her going on about her ex and gushing about how "great" of a guy he was b/c he just wanted to take her soul. Hades probably had to fish her Ex out and knew what kinda guy he was once he read his record. In fact, I'm willing to wager, Hades has had multiple women similar to Meg who had done the same as her for some deadbeat.

And that's why Hades comes across as so annoyed by her being back in the same position.

Didn't she learn her lesson? Hell, even Hades knows guys can be pigs. And a small part of me has always wondered if his annoyance is also springing up b/c he knows that Hercules is a son of Zeus. While I don't think Hades ever had a soft spot for Meg- went lenient with her, etc, I can't help but wonder if Hades saw Hercules as someone who got around like Zeus and had a reputation like Zeus' other sons, ie, Apollo, Hephaestus, and even Hermes(yes Hermes had a lot of kids with tons of women). So Hades might legitimately be trying to warn her. I mean he's about to set her free, he's trying to pass on some good advice here before he disappears from her life

Btw, Ares is the only son of Zeus and the only god in Greek mythology who ever had a 100% confirmation rating of consensual relationships.

Be like Ares.

As the scene continues to play out, we start to see that as Meg continues to resist Hades' attempts for her to spill about Hercules' weakness, we see Hades for the first time lose it at Meg instead of his imps.

What little control Meg thought she had in her servitude comes crashing down and I think it's at that moment she realizes how much Hades had been holding back or really how good he was at pretending. He had been manipulating her into thinking she had a platform/control in her life. When Hades takes off his mask and Meg realizes when he had "convinced" her to seduce Hercules in a classic Samson and Delilah situation, it was never her choice. And now she's second guessing if Hades really intended to free her for the information she was undercover for.

He has all the leverage in the world after all.

That's why despite the threat Hades made on her life, she doesn't budge one bit. B/c she loves Hercules more than her own safety. And Meg triumphantly declares to Hades that he lost b/c Hercules can't be beaten b/c of his lack of weaknesses.

Only to realize too late that Hades possesses far more emotional intelligence to understand what's going on. Villains who understand that love is a motivator for people and don't dismiss it as a stupid chemical imbalance are some of my favorite. Not only does Hades understand that if someone like Meg had fallen so quickly then the other party had to have been a genuine person who sought her in the same way she wanted to seek him. Sure, he's taking advantage of it, but he's been around enough to know how much love can be used against people.

And I think that's why when Hades finally meets Hercules, old flame head decides to spill the beans to Hercules about Meg and her role in Hercules' downfall.

Yes, he wanted to hurt Hercules and taunt him and torment him with thoughts on how deep Hades and Meg's relationship went, but he did so to hurt Meg too.

Her show of loyalty to Herc was the last straw and Hades wanted to make sure she could never salvage a relationship with him for her slight against him. But also doing it in a way that broke her spirit and put her in a terribly guilty position that she would feel so undeserving of being with Hercules right as she is freed by him. And ensuring that she never faces Hercules again- maybe split town so she could avoid being harmed, idk.

And that makes Hades revealing Meg's complicity all the more personal. Bc Hades knows how much Meg wants to love and be loved again.

So when a powerless Hercules crumbles beneath Pain and Panic's taunting we see the first time this stubborn, hard-hearted girl cries. Not for her sake, but his.

We have seen throughout this movie that Meg and Hades have the most conflict, the most interactions, and the most character heavy scenes in the movie. They are very similar characters. Both are awfully cynical and sarcastic, both want to be free from some higher power's hold on them, and they're both bitter, bitter people who hate how their lives fell apart at the hands of someone who didn't care for them: Zeus and Joe Schmo.

Now, I'm going to backtrack and move to the Hades scene right after Zero to Hero.

Here, we get another facet of their relationship.

Hades finally realizes that he'd been sending so many beasts after Hercules, so to not be labeled insane, this time around he decides to send in a beauty. *Insert Susan Egan played Belle on Broadway joke here*

Which let's be real, should've been his first approach based on who Herc's daddy is.

But Hades doesn't try to convince Meg with yelling and screaming like he does with the boys, instead, he levels with her. Homeboy puts all his cards on the table, but does so by first empathizing with her and reminding her who helped put her in this situation.

For one second of this film, Hades shows some degree of humanity. And that is super scary. Out of the disney villains, Hades displays a huge, huge depth of emotional intelligence. I don't think any other villains compare and that's what makes him such a compelling villain. Most villains don't have that, and his ability to read the room and know how ppl work that really explains how he's able to manipulate ppl so easily. Even someone like Meg who's been putting up with him for quite a while was persuaded by him. And he does it by turning off the used car salesman persona and acting like an empathetic human being, albeit a flamed hair one.

Maybe that's why he doesn't bark orders to her, he has to appeal to her to let her be more agreeable for a better success rate. Or maybe Hades really is one of the few gods who uses consent.

When I first watched this movie as a kid I never saw the implications of Meg and Hades' relationship until I got older and watched the movie Casino (1995). James Woods, the voice actor for Hades, plays a pimp and that had a kind of whiplash for me when I realized why his role in Casino felt eerily familiar. In Meg's first scene, Hades had sent her out to recruit a centaur knowing full-well that centaur's really dig chicks. We all remember a certain statue in Meg's iconic song, I'm pretty sure the writers knew what was going on.

And that has some super dark implications right there about what Hades expected the scenario to come to and why he sent HER of all people to recruit Nessus without some kind of backup. Whether you agree on my analysis about this is something I really won't argue about. I don't personally see Hades as a pimp, but he does take on characteristics of one mostly b/c of his conman persona since they are rather similar in their manipulation tactics.

Just thought I'd put it here to give some food for thought and since I don't want to make a post on it.

In the end, after reviewing the most important scenes between Meg and Hades you can start to understand my perspective of why the conflict, the clash, and the antagonism feels the most vivid when its centered on Meg vs Hades. Far, far more so than Hercules and Hades ever had. And dare I say it? Even more than Zeus and Hades.

We only get the implications of Hades and Zeus, we don't see them at the forefront.

Everything boils down to Meg. In fact, b/c Hades drags her in, b/c she saves Hercules when he was powerless that Hades ever had the slightest chance of winning, but on the flipside, so did Hercules. If Hercules had remained a deity, he would've been lounging about too along with his parents and unprepared for the oncoming attack.

Throughout this film, Meg grows from being an unwilling participant to someone who's willing to risk it all, overcoming her fear and trauma to get the band back together to save Hercules and ends up helping him get his powers back. So it wasn't so much Hercules' actions that save the day, but Meg's.

At the end of the day, the conflict between Meg and Hades has always felt like the central conflict in Hercules more than what Hades vs Hercules was ever like. Every scene, every biting interchange, its quite obvious the two had a heated past and I can see why some ppl have shipped them even if I personally never did.

It's why I really don't see Hercules as the main character. After zero to hero, we start to lose focus on him since he has no bearing on the overall plot of stopping Hades. To me, Meg has the most growth, the most courage, and the best development in the film and that is because of how well she works as a foil to Hades, the film's antagonist.

If you made it this far, thanks for sticking around.

It's been a real slice.

[ageless-aislynn]

Dear friends, I believe it's time to send a computer exorcist to my humble dwelling place. The reason I've been gone (if you've noticed I've been gone) for the past few days? 5 more blue screens of death and one refusal to completely shut down.

The utter heartbreak of these things? This is a new computer. My dad got it for me for Christmas.

I've been in charge of a computer for at least 20 years now. I've dealt with many problems, I've caused my fair share of problems through just ignorance at the start, through not checking things out thoroughly enough before installing them or whatever (again, at the start). I've dealt with viruses, malware, just weird borked up problems that develop over time as a computer ages. But I've never had multiple computers act like this at the same time.

It's got to be me. But I don't know how or why. This issue started with my poor Mass Effect: Andromeda again. I installed Steam and then Halo and everything ran perfectly (this girl has more RAM so the graphics are GORGEOUS). I installed MEA and when I tried to launch it, I got thrown into a loop of blue screen-reboot-blue screen-reboot 4 times. I finally got it out of that and started researching the problem. Turns out my graphics card driver, which was supposed to support DirectX 12, had a big ol' blank where it came to DirectX. Updated the driver, MEA could launch without dying.

That night, I shut the computer down, everything looked normal, the monitor went off, the keyboard and mouse shut down, but the pc itself stayed powered on. Dead but humming away, utterly unable to be reached by mouse or keyboard. 😐 Had to hard shut it down, then this morning, discovered that it was an known issue with a Windows update. 😑 At least you can uninstall updates.

Then while I was sitting here just looking at my email... blue screen. Oh, didn't you know that that wasn't the right Network adapter driver? Silly girl! Updated it.

Now I'm just staring at it, waiting for the next disaster. I legit feel cursed right about now. I don't see how I could've anticipated any of the above but yet... I'm sure it's somehow my fault. Just like whatever else goes wrong. It'll be my fault for wanting a working computer, I guess. I feel SO BAD for my dad. He wanted to do something so nice and awesome for me (and he DID) and I didn't want to tell him about all of these issues but he came through during one of the blue screen moments so there was no hiding it.

Otherwise, it's an amazing computer, has so much power and if I can just get it past these weird driver issues (everything is updated now, done directly, not using the Windows update thing), I think she'll be a great, awesome pc friend.

I just wish I didn't feel so cursed right now. This is such a wonderful gift and I feel terrified to be happy about it because then something else goes wrong.

Also, apropos of nothing but I truly dislike Windows 11 emojis. Where are my cute emojis? Now they all look as borked up as I feel! 😱😱😱 (Depending on your device, they probably look exactly the same as they did before, of course. 😉But to me? They looked CURSED. 😨)

The ones on the left are the ones I'm used to. The ones on the right are trying to look 3D, I guess? But at a small size, they just look weird and unclear or something to me. Not a big deal, I'll adapt, but I'm an emoji girl, y'all know that if you've been around me long enough, and this makes me feel like I'm suddenly speaking with an unfamiliar accent or something.

Ending with the minor issue. I'll hopefully catch back up with everything I've missed ASAP if my new girl can outrun the out-of-the-box driver issues she's been plagued with. Poor, sweet girl. I know she's good, they just gave her a terrible start. 🤗

THAT'S NOT THE RIGHT HUG EMOJI. 😭OH MAN THIS ONE IS EVEN WORSE.

*sigh* Goodbye for now, frens. Love you. 💖

[ohyangchon]

20 Questions

From @cupofteaandstars, thank you!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 133

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 617,873

What fandoms do you write for?

Gacha games, Pogeymanz but also Kdramas lol

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Offerings to the Adepti, my one Ganqing cuz I wanted disaster platonic lesbians

Blank Space, Ingo-centric fic about him grappling with returning

Migratory, where modern AU Scara gets his ass dribbled by kindness

Rebirth, Ingo again with egg cloning

Moraxcon, my first ever Genshin fic with goofy chill vibes about Keqing hosting a con for her god

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Usually yeah, I want to ensure people have seen it

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Soon(tm), don't threaten me with a good time

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Anything in Where the Sea Sleeps because Changjae needs to be happy dangit

Do you get hate on fics?

Had someone tag ship hate repeatedly into the Hosplay tag I frequented :)

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Not for anyone's eyes lol

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Sure, I've done a Secret Forest/Designated Survivor fic, a Secret Forest/Into the Ring fic and a Secret Forest/Equator Man universe. I think Into the Ring (Zoology) was the hardest XD

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yeah and they made it not ace, hate it here

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yeah! My Chisong was translated to Vietnamese :D Loved it

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Changjae, who devastate and complete me constantly. My doomed demis who cannot see anyone else as theirs

What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I usually strive to finish my fics but probably Deeper, Deeper, my Chasm-centric Genshin fic I ran out of steam for

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue and speed! I write fast and have very engaging dialogue choices cuz I love talking and love writing people babble

What are your writing weaknesses?

Proofreading. No beta we die like men

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've mixed Chinese and Korean into my fics liberally since some things don't translate easily. That's fine as long as it's clear what the meaning is and they aren't code-switching while speaking

First fandom you wrote for?

Pokemon, always and forever

Favorite fic you've written?

I don't pick favourite children cuz I'm a smug asshole who takes pride in everything I write but if I had to choose Sandglass and Sleeping Dogs are tied :)

[wildlyglittering]

Fanfic Writer Questions (and answers!)

Answer the questions and tag five fanfiction authors you know!

OMG thank you so much @unhealthyfanobsession for tagging me because I'm not particularly active on Tumblr right now so the fact someone remembers me is awesome 😂

🍓 How did you get into writing fanfiction?

It all started with reading fanfiction of Roswell High tv series (the original not the reboot). My love for Michael and Maria was too strong to not delve into the murky world online and that's when I discovered 'shipping', fanfiction and ship names.

Candygirl for life.

I've only ever gone hardcore for three ships.

🍇 How many fandoms have you written in?

I never wrote 'official' fanfiction for Roswell High so 2 - The Hunger Games (Everlark), and ACOTAR (Nessian/ Nesta).

🍈 How many years have you been writing fanfiction?

Ugh, don't make me count. So probably... 20. On and off. Mostly stuff for myself until I started finally putting some bits online.

🍎 Do you read or write more fanfiction?

Read more overall. I take forever to write fanfiction. I have a million ideas though.

🍌 What is one way you've improved as a writer?

Confidence. Actually putting myself out there and posting has done wonders. It's great to be anonymous and it's wonderful to receive positive comments and kudos but the sheer fact I've created something and distributed it is invaluable.

🍑 Do you have any bad habits as a writer?

Ideas ran rampant. I am never short of inspiration but do I write the stories??? Do I heck.

🍍 What's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

Hmm. Not for fanfiction but I was writing an original story and needed to look up how long it would take a body to decompose and what state it would be.

🍉 What's your favorite type of comment to receive on your work?

Gosh anything. Feed me.

🍐 What's the most fringe trope/topic you write about?

I don't think I do anything 'fringe' - I have yet to finish my Nessian/ Neris fanfiction. Nessian is mainstream but I wouldn't even say Neris is fringe as it's gaining some traction.

🥭 What is the hardest type of story for you to write?

I think if I find something emotionally hard I will write it anyway - creative challenge and all that. If I don't WANT to write about something I just won't. Excessive SA in fics is so far from what I want to read and so it's far from what I want to write.

🍏 What is the easiest type?

Nesta slides into my mind with ease. Cassian not so much. Nesta is a bundle of pain and range and love with no way of expressing it healthily so I love anything from her POV.

🍋 What is something you've been too nervous/intimidated to write, but would love to write one day?

I'm trying to finish the fic I'm writing (Silver in Her Eyes). I'm finding that intimidating because it's looking like a 80,000 word piece. A whole novel basically. I feel a bit queasy thinking of it.

I also made good progress with a Nessian body swap before I scrapped it. Somehow I ran out of steam.

🍇 What made you choose your username?

It's connected to my real name in a very loose and creative way. Mwah ha ha ha ha.

[elvendria]

Noticing You - e.m x reader Part Five

TW: Violent and Jealous Eddie, reader has terrible vision, perv!Eddie again (if you squint), creepy guy (OC Character), Dustin being Dustin, reader has tattoos Word Count: 5671

the song is EVERY BREAKING WAVE by U2 but Y/n will pretend it's hers, also just in general listen to the song it's brilliant it makes me cry but in a happy way and it may be stereotypical because I'm Irish but damn U2 are a good band and considering they started up in 1971 I 100% believe Eddie would've listened to them at some point

This is mostly fluff and filler, but it's mostly cute and horny Eddie bits so I guess it's okay

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part one part two part three part four part five part six part seven

Sunlight streamed through the windows and woke me up. I had my arms wrapped protectively around Dustin holding him close. These moments used to be commonplace, but nowadays they are few and far between. 

So when they happened, on cold winter nights or anniversaries, I treasured them deeply. Some people find it weird that we don't have a run-of-the-mill brother-sister dynamic, but I wouldn't trade this for anything in the world.

I looked at the clock across the wall, if we stayed here much longer we'd be late for school. I didn't particularly want to go, but Dustin needed to. Education feeds the minds of the future and all that jazz.

I ruffled his hair and shook him awake, laughing as he rolled over, accidentally falling off the bed. When he stood up he looked annoyed, a small furrow on his brow, which only made me laugh harder. 

"Come on sourpuss, it's time to get up." I grinned, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I rolled out of bed, still in my clothes from yesterday. 

Which meant I'd fallen asleep in Eddie's jacket. I hadn't taken it off yesterday. Instinctively I pulled it close to me, breathing in his scent before I realised what I was doing.

Dustin eyed it suspiciously as I let out a yawn, but he didn't say anything. He might not have realised whose jacket it was, but I could tell he had a suspicion and was already trying to put the pieces together. 

Not that there were any pieces to put together.

I pushed Dustin out of my room so I could get ready, closing my door behind him as he left my bedroom and walked into his room. 

Stepping into the shower, I washed with my favourite pomegranate and apple body wash. I let the steam rise and wrap around my body, warming me up. I loved heat and warmth, just anything I could find that would warm me up. Like fuzzy socks and oversized knit sweaters. 

Unfortunately, I can't stay in the cocoon of my shower forever, so I slowly stepped out and wrapped a towel around me, teeth chattering at the sudden coldness. 

Walking from my bathroom into my room, I fumbled around for my glasses. I had terrible eyesight, so even trying to attempt to pick out clothes would be a challenge given that they would all look like shapeless blobs. As I thought back to last night, I let out a loud groan. 

I vaguely remember taking them off as I left the living room yesterday, most likely putting them down on the counter in the hallway. I wandered out into the hall, still wrapped in my towel.

"DUSTIN," I called out, there was no way I was going to be able to find them on my own. I started running my hand along the counters, feeling for my glasses. But no luck. They weren't in my room and they weren't out here. If I couldn't find them, I was going to have to use my contacts, and I only wore them on special occasions.

"BUSY," Dustin yelled from the kitchen. Why was he in the kitchen already? I heard him clattering bowls around the place and went to investigate. Standing in the kitchen doorway, it felt like every muscle in my body ran cold. 

I didn't need 20/20 vision to recognize who was sitting at the breakfast bar, his wild seemingly uncontrollable hair gave that away. I forgot he was picking us up, how could I forget he was picking us up? 

I could feel his eyes on me, another thing I didn't need to see to know. I was very aware of the fact that the towel I'd grabbed to wrap myself up in was very short. it didn't cover much, and I was only about able to get it around my hips, causing a high slit where it only barely covered, but did he have to stare?

"Um," He mumbled. God did he have to speak? Could he not just let the ground swallow me whole instead? "Are you looking for these?" 

He held something out to me, and when I reached forward to grasp it I felt the cool touch of my frames in my hand. Putting them on with one hand, I watched his gaze move along my hair, the wet ends brushing my chest, all the way down to the traces of black ink that I couldn't quite hide with the towel.

"Thanks," I spoke quietly, before walking backwards out of the room. I didn't want to accidentally flash either of them as I made my way to my room to get dressed.

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This morning was not my morning. 

First, I almost flash my brother's friend.

Second, I find out that Tews has slept on my cardigan meaning I had no jacket. I swear to god, one of these days I'm going to stick that stupid cat in the car and drive to a shelter in Missouri just to get rid of it.

And now finally, third. The only clean bra I have remaining is the stupid push-up bra I bought on a whim with no intention of ever wearing. It was white and lacy and Robin had pushed me to buy it one day. It still had the tags on it because once again, I never had any intention of wearing it. 

Well, I guess now I had no choice. I pulled the tags off with my teeth, so now there was officially no going back. I was stuck with this padded monstrosity. 

I wouldn't go so far as to say I'm voluptuous in the chest department, but I'm big enough to have a hint of cleavage if I wore the right underwear. But this goddamn bra was a joke. Although I had to admit when I looked at myself in the mirror I did feel kinda hot.

I pulled on a pastel pink and white striped t-shirt, which was already a bad choice, my cleavage was unconcealable. No matter how I moved the shirt around, my chest still stuck out like a sore thumb. The only other option was braless, but with the breeze outside it was not worth taking the risk.

Pulling on some simple black jeans and tucking my shirt into them, my eyes fell on the leather jacket. I didn't have a coat or jacket right now thanks to the dumb cat, and I'm sure Eddie wouldn't mind if I borrowed it until the end of the day. I'd give it straight back to him the second I could. 

I pulled my checkered slip-on's over my feet. Walking into the kitchen, and grabbed an apple. Walking around I shoved it into my book bag along with a bottle of water.

I could feel his eyes on me, exactly like yesterday. Only when I raised my head to look at him, it was as if a dark cloud had settled over his eyes, almost like they were full of longing or hunger. 

It wasn't uncomfortable that he looked at me like that, in fact, it made my insides churn and I felt the need to clench my legs together. How he looked at me caused something to stir within me, and I wasn't sure what it was yet. All I knew was I could look at the faint smirk that tugged at his lips now and again for a very long time. I wanted to feel how warm his skin was, to trace every line of his tattoos, to run my fingers through his hair.

I wanted to know how his lips felt against mine. 

I didn't like where my thoughts were headed, they were becoming all too romantic, so I coughed to clear my throat. It seemed to snap Eddie to his senses also because soon we were both fumbling with our bags and mumbling good mornings and other simple pleasantries to each other. 

I grappled with my book bag and threw it over my shoulder, standing against the door to hold it open for him and Dustin so that they could get by me to Eddie's van. 

"Ladies first," he said, gesturing for me to go ahead of him, giving me a small and weird little bow. Dustin was already out the door and headed into the front seat of the car. 

I watch his neck as he turned his head, the skin stretching across his muscles, his adam's apple bobbing as he spoke.

"Dustin," called out, "Your sister rides shotgun, you can get in the back."

Turning back to me, he caught me staring at him. He leaned forward and put his hand on the door directly beside my head, keeping it open. He was so close I could feel his body heat radiating off of me, the scent of his cigarettes mixed with a hint of musk lingering in the air. It was intoxicating

"I insist," He said in a low, almost husky voice. He was so close to me now, and I could swear he was moving closer. His eyes flitted down to my lips for a second and I felt my breath hitch in my throat. 

Surely I was imagining all this. 

Surely Eddie Munson was not about to kiss me. 

Surely I was not about to kiss him back.

A loud noise cut through the thick air like a knife, and after a second I realised it was the car horn. Eddie leaned back, not taking his hand off the door, and lowered his head. After releasing a long sigh, he muttered something that sounded like "That fucking kid."

I fell back against the door, turning my head to look at Dustin, who seemed very impatient. Looking back at Eddie, he was still fascinated by the gravel and his shoes. Pushing myself away from the door, he looked up at me. 

"We should probably get going," I mumbled. The part within me that wanted to stay right here with Eddie and never move had a hold on me before, but now it was slipping slowly.

As we walked over to his van, it felt like I had an inner turmoil stuck in my chest, a small war taking place between my rational thoughts of going to school and my stupid ideas of staying in the house all day with Eddie. The part of me that wanted to stay with him and never move had started strong, but it was fighting a losing battle.

My palms were clammy and my thoughts were frazzled as I slipped into his van, thankful that it wasn't the same height as the tow truck. My mind reeled at the memory, of how warm he was and how my skin felt when he moved his fingers across my back.

Buckling myself in, both physically and mentally, I prepared myself for 20 minutes of the beautiful smokey musk aroma, and a head full of unanswered and nonsensical questions.

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We were halfway down the road when I heard the tune in the back of my ear, wiggling its way forward like a worm until it was at the forefront of my brain. The words roosted in my head, and I knew if I didn't write them down now, I'd be tortured by them for the rest of the day. 

I had my book bag on my lap, so maybe if I was discreet I could write them down without either of them seeing anything. Eddie may be easy enough to get around, he might just think it's homework, but Dustin's seen my journal a hundred times. 

He's stolen it more times than I can remember, often teasing me by saying he wanted some light reading. If he even catches a glimpse of it the jig is up. He'll be blabbing about it for the rest of the day, driving me to the brink of insanity. 

Shifting in my seat partially obstructing their view, I pulled out my lilac-covered notebook. It was almost bursting at the seams, full of polaroids and little tidbits that had accumulated over the years. I've had this journal since the summer before freshman year, I take it everywhere with me and Dustin is the only other person who knows about it. 

I played the words over and over again in my head. They bounced around, finding their way within the music. 

Summer, I was fearless Now, I speak into an answer phone

I scribbled down the words, more coming to mind,

Every shipwrecked soul knows what it is To live without intimacy

I was so focused on writing, that I didn't hear or see the little bastard until he had his face beside the headrest and was reading over my shoulder. 

"Whatcha doing?" Dustin asked, elongating his vowels. 

I let out a small scream and jumped in my seat. Eddie hit the brakes at the sudden noise, causing me to jerk forward, my book bag falling to the ground. Dustin was sent flying into the back of my seat, letting out a small groan as he slid to the floor in a series of exaggerated sighs.

Eddie and I looked at each other from the corner of our eyes, and I watch his wide toothy grin spread across his face as Dustin recollected himself and he started driving again.

Turning around to face Dustin, I threw a pen I had in my hand at him. He rubbed the spot where it had hit him square in the forehead. "Hey-" He started as I turned around in my seat.

"So, what was that anyway?" Eddie cut him off. 

I was turning in my seat to shut him up but he spoke before I could stop him.

"Her songbook, she writes songs," Dustin said.

"Dustin," I was angry this time, there was no need to put on a voice. But he didn't get the message, the kid was an annoying chatterbox.

"She scribbles everything in it, like her diary or something." 

"Dustin!" I yell at him. The startled look on his face tells me it was maybe a bit too loud, and a pang of guilt hit me in the chest. But only momentarily. 

"Stop going through my shit." I hissed at him.

"Technically I was reading over your shoulder, I wasn't going through anything." He retorted.

"Technically  I'll put my foot up your ass if you do it again." I threatened. The conversation lulled and I turned to watch Eddie laugh into his hand as he drove. We were five minutes from the school, and I couldn't get there soon enough. Dustin looked at me long and hard for a couple of seconds, his eyes searching for something.

"Hey," He perked up, "Didn't you sleep in that jacket all last night?" 

I turned away from him to hide the growing redness in his cheeks, and as I did I watched as Eddie's eyes widened a fraction, his mouth slightly open and his tongue pressed against his top lip slightly.

That Fucking Kid.

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I decided that band wasn't for me.

I said it to Robin while sitting in class. She gave me a pleading look, almost begging me to reconsider. Eventually, she understood that I wasn't going to change my mind. 

"So what will you do for the first half of lunch? Sit on your own till I show up?" She whispered. Or whatever it is that Robin considers a whisper.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I might,"

"Please god tell me you're not going to sit by yourself in the cafeteria," 

I saw Eddie shift in the seat in front of Robin. I could only partially see his face but I knew he was listening in on our conversation. I could see some doodles he was drawing in the corner of the page instead of taking notes. They weren't half bad. Mostly half-finished sketches of bad guys from dnd I'm guessing, but good nonetheless.

"Look Robin, you already know what I'm gonna do. I'm going to go to the library, hide out there in a corner somewhere until you drag me to go eat," I sighed at her. 

Robin moved slightly in her chair and I heard a small hiss "And uh, is that where you're going to be this afternoon?" She asked, resting her chin in her hand. 

 "Did I not just say-" I was cut off by the bell. What was wrong with her today? Shaking my head, I grabbed my things and went to English. 

I made my way through the crowded hallways clutching my books to my chest, desperately trying to shrink this morning's underwear mishap. But the harder I clutched the books to my chest, the tighter the bra pushed into my skin, resulting in everything being pushed up more. 

Bras are weird as fuck. 

I was sitting in English and caught saw Eddie's friend George blatantly staring at me, practically drooling over his notebook. His stare was putting me on edge, but only partially because of the way he craned his neck to see if he could look further down my shirt.  

His eyes held the same hunger that Eddie's had this morning, the same quick flash of lust that darkened Eddie's eyes. Except George's gaze made me uncomfortable. Eddie's stare made me, well, not. 

It made my insides tense, and my head swelled with daydreams of his calloused fingers and rough hands on my skin. Our fingers interlocked as he looked at me, a small smile on his lips. I picture his hands travelling south, further and further until I had to pinch myself just to focus on the class. 

What was he doing to me? Was this some weird infatuation that I'd suddenly developed? No, because that wouldn't explain the feeling I get when I see him laughing across the cafeteria, when he ties his hair into a low bun, or when he bounces his knee in homeroom. 

It doesn't explain the feeling I get from wearing his jacket, or picturing us at lovers lake, sitting in his van with his arm around me. Whatever this feeling was, it was more than a stupid infatuation. This felt foreign. Different.

I didn't want to like it. I wanted to hate the thoughts I had about him, to the point it made me sick. I didn't want to imagine his lips on mine, or what it would be like if we walked through the halls together with everyone knowing I was his.

I kept my head down and tried my best to ignore George's stare, writing my notes and keeping to myself. If I can keep my focus for the rest of the class, it'll be a start. Small steps. 

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*Eddie POV*

There were numerous times this morning when I could've sworn I'd died. If only for a second. 

The first being when she walked into the kitchen that morning in nothing but a towel. It came to her mid-thigh, and I could've sworn I saw traces of what could be a tattoo on her leg, partially concealed. I handed her her glasses, grateful she couldn't see my shakiness. The wet ends of her hair skimming her chest had left me weak in the knees.

Then later, when she came out of her room wearing my jacket, her top clinging tightly to her chest. I wanted to drag her back into her bedroom, Dustin be damned, and show her exactly what I thought of her in those clothes.  I'd voice my opinion over and over again until the message was clear.

I was in a mental loop of picturing her on my bed, hands cuffed above her, squirming under my touch and begging for more as I dragged my fingers along her skin, listening to that delicious laugh when I grazed her back, and suddenly I wanted to know what other noises she could make. My jeans felt very tight and I manoeuvred myself to hide my growing arousal. 

I caught her stare and felt my chest tighten at the thought of guys looking at her and thinking the same thoughts that I was. The anger I felt towards George in the cafeteria that day started to seep back into my mind and I didn't realise I was staring unblinkingly until she cleared her throat. 

And when we were leaving the house, I wasn't fully convinced that she didn't lean into me this morning. Her lips were so full, and I loved how shocked she was by my hand so close to her face. I tried my best to play it smoothly, but that stupid and adorable kid is skilled in the art of "Ruining the Moment."

I already knew she wrote her own music, thanks to my adept spy skills outside the music room, but I still had to play dumb when Dustin brought it up or else she'd be suspicious. When she out a scream and I hit on the brakes, my first thought was of her, and if she was alright. I could hear Dustin's exaggerated noises in the back, so I knew he was ok at least.

I tried pulling some information from her about the little purple notebook, but Dustin just kept saying whatever he could to annoy her. She looked cute when she got angry, and I tried my best to conceal the laughter that racked through me as they bickered. 

It made me think of my own family. A small bitterness grew in me when I thought of my Dad, and an even bigger sense of sorrow when I thought of my Mom. But they were gone, it was just myself and Wayne now. Alone in that stupid trailer in this stupid town with its stupid people. 

Although, I guess not all of them were stupid. The closer we got to the school, the more I thought about her. About how much I wanted to wrap her in my arms, kiss her in the halls, watch her work when I'm supposed to be working on her car. 

Lastly, what stopped my breath the most for some reason, was when I found out she had slept in my jacket all night. It shouldn't have made me think of her wearing my hellfire shirt to bed as I wrapped a blanket around her sleeping body, kissing her forehead goodnight and pulling her close to my chest. But it did, and suddenly it was all I craved. 

She made me want to do stupid, sappy stuff that I used to laugh at. And Christ, I'd only spoken to her a few times, I shouldn't be needing her the way I did. I shouldn't be needing to feel her warm skin against mine or be getting drunk on how she smelled. I shouldn't be wanting to see her every morning, I barely know her. 

And yet I feel like I've known her forever. 

When she got out of the car I noticed she had dropped her notebook and it slipped under her seat. Reaching down to grab it, I saw the words she had written and I felt a melody come to mind. 

I held onto it and went to my locker, grabbing a pen and writing them down, leaving my initials beside them.

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Sitting in biology class, I couldn't help but listen to her conversation. I absentmindedly drew in the corners of my notebook, something to distract me from turning around and asking her to sit with me- I mean, the whole hellfire club, at lunch. 

I waited to listen to more of their conversation when Robin gave me a not-so-subtle kick when Y/n mentioned that she'd be in the library, causing me to hiss. It took me a second to understand why she did it, and then it suddenly clicked. 

Was she? No, surely not. But why else would she kick me? My head was starting to spin, even though I knew what I was going to do, even before she gave me the signal. 

I grabbed my books as the bell rang, getting ready to head to class and watched her leave the room. I never fully understood the phrase until now, because damn did she look good walking away. Like really good. God, I wish she didn't look as hot as she did. 

She was all I could think about in my classes coming up to lunch. What I'd say to her, how I'd act. It dawned on me that outside of driving her between her home and school, and the few hours at the garage, we never properly talked. Not really. 

The lunch bell rang, and I gathered my stuff before leaving the classroom. I approached the hellfire guys to let them know I wouldn't be with them at lunch. I didn't have to, it was a courtesy. I'm club captain and dungeon master, if I say I won't be there I don't need to explain.

They were all gathered around Gareth's locker, as I made my way over I could hear them talking about some film that Jeff had rented at Family Video, which given his taste in movies, meant it was awful. 

"Hey guys, I won't be at lunch, I've got plans." Keeping it short and sweet, hoping they won't ask questions. But these guys were relentless when it came to talking about the campaign. Anything that interfered with DnD or band practice was deemed inexcusable and unworthy. 

Protests erupted from the group as I shushed them. 

"Is it a deal?" Gareth asked, quietly thank god. I shook my head. 

Dealing was only something I did from time to time to pull in a little extra cash, Rick knew this and didn't push me to sell anything other than weed and the occasional ket. I had a few rules when selling, rules that I wouldn't be swayed from no matter what. 

For dealing ket, I only sold to people a total of 3 times, and never enough to kill you. For weed, I didn't cap how many times you bought it from me, but my prices did vary depending on how much I liked you. For example, if Jason Carver wanted a dime I'd charge him $50, whereas I'd normally sell it for $5. For Y/n? 

Shit, I'd give her a joint just to watch the way the smoke left her lips. The thought of her leaning in close and breathing in my exhaled smoke was sending me into overdrive.

"Well, what is so important then?" George asked. I sighed, turning to walk away when I saw a smirk grow on his face. I looked up to see her walking down the hall, clutching her books to her chest. She was moving fast, but when she looked up and locked eyes with me she slowed down and smiled.

George let out a long wolf whistle, and if Y/n heard it, she didn't turn around. 

I looked at him, as he leaned against the locker on his side. I watched as he checked her out, his eyes skimming every inch of her. It made my blood boil. 

"Damn I bet she looks hot on her back." He smirked. I had to calm myself down because even though I could 100% take George, his nimble and weak frame making it so I could snap him like a twig, I didn't want to be hauled into the principal's office for fighting and end up getting detention. 

"Actually scratch that, she'd look so much hotter on her knees. I bet she's a real freak. All those nerdy chicks are." He moved his hand along his chin, and I knew he was picturing what he'd do to her. All the things that I want to do, but at least I have the courtesy to only say them out loud in the confines of my bedroom.

Fuck detention. 

I grabbed George by his collar and shoved his back into the locker, my arm pressed against his neck as I leaned in.

"If you ever, and I mean ever, talk about her like that, or even think of her like that again, I will break your fucking legs." 

His face went pale and he looked like he was about to defend his actions, his stupid legs kicking aimlessly beneath him. His feet barely touching the ground

"I don't want to hear your pathetic excuse, I just need you to nod your head if you understand me," I say quietly, and I watch as he stutters. "Do you fucking understand me?!" I repeat myself a little louder, shoving him harder into the lockers. 

He nods his head and I back off. The guys give me a weird look as I step away. 

"As I said," I spoke softly, adjusting my jacket, "I've got plans." And I turn on my heel and walk away.

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*Back to Y/n's POV*

Skimming the books in the library, I couldn't find something I wanted to read. Nothing was standing out to me, and surprisingly my one comfort read was checked out. I ran my fingers along the spines when a book fell off the shelf in front of me. 

I picked it up and when I went to put it back on the shelf I saw his brown eyes staring back at me. Naturally, I yelped a little when I saw him, because who the fuck sneaks up on someone in a library and then doesn't say anything. 

He started laughing quietly, and I wanted to reach around and smack him. The annoyance on my face must've amused him because he only began to laugh more, resulting in the librarian shushing him. 

"What Eddie?" I questioned, "Why aren't you at lunch with your friends?" I continued walking along and he did the same on his side.

I could just about make out his smirk through the gap between the books and the shelf. "I wanted to read up about-" He whipped a random book off the shelf in front of him, which happened to be the hobbies and skills section, "Cattle-ranching? What the fuck?" He said quietly. 

I let out a small laugh and his smile grew, prompting him to keep talking. 

"So, older Henderson has a tattoo?" He fiddled with the stupid book in his hands, a smug look on his face. I cringed internally at the memory of this morning but recollected myself just enough to answer him. 

"Older Henderson has three." I grinned, thinking back to when I got my first tattoo. 

"You'll have to show me them sometime."

"I can show you one now, but the others," I said meeting his gaze, "Well I don't think we're close enough for me to show you them." 

"I don't know, I have seen you almost naked and you apparently wear my clothes to bed." That goddamn smirk was going to be the death of me. 

"I-" I didn't have a comeback, Dustin had ruined any chance of plausible deniability on the ride here, "Shut up." He pulled a pouty face as we reached the end of the row of books. 

"So," He said stepping towards me, the scent of cigarettes and sandalwood filling my nose and clouding my judgement. "About that tattoos that I can see?" His voice trailed off as he look down at me. 

After a moment of hesitation,  let out a sigh. "Ok fine, but bare in mind I was 15 for one of them and I did it myself and I thought it looked cool," I said, rolling up my sleeve and taking my brown leather strap bracelet off. Dustin gave it to me as a birthday gift when I turned 16, and I've worn it every day without fail, the fabric becoming cracked and flaky. 

Underneath was a little lighthouse tattoo. Faded in places and had the homemade look, but I liked it. "I mean your tattoos are so much cooler and unique and stuff." 

Before I could comprehend what was happening, he held my wrist in his hand, rubbing his thumb over the ink softly. "It's beautiful," he whispered. 

We stood like that for a moment, sparks shooting out of his fingertips where he touched me. 

I was going to do it, I was going to kiss him. Right now. Any second. His eyes scanned my face and he leaned down to me, placing a hand under my chin to tilt my head up as he rested his forehead against mine. Our lips were less than centimetres away from each other and I could smell the mint on his breath. I could feel the tip of his tongue barely touch me as he wet his lips.

He moved to rest a hand on my cheek when the shrill sound of the lunch bell rang, making us jump apart. His eyes were dark, and I felt a pit of longing growing in my stomach. There was no denying it this time. 

Eddie was going to kiss me. I was going to kiss him back.

We looked at each other in silence for a few seconds, before fumbling with excuses about why we had to leave. I was halfway out the door when he called my name. 

"Y/n, wait up" I turned around to face him as he walked over to me quickly. He placed one hand on the crook of my neck and another on my face as he bent down and placed a small, gentle kiss on my cheek. "I'll meet you outside after school okay?"

"I'll make sure to give you back your jacket," I said quietly, heat spreading across my face. 

"Hold on to it for another little while," He chuckled, "Anyways, it looks better on you than it does on me." 

 God all I wanted to do was kiss him right now. Please god just kiss me already. Please. 

"So," He looked at the ground, shuffling his feet, "I'll see you at 4?"

"Can't wait," I grinned, pushing open the door and mixing with the rest of the students headed to class.

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20 questions for fic writers

Thank you @silently--here and @uncannycerulean for the tags!

How many works do you have on AO3?

19 (+ 1 that's waiting to be revealed for a fest)

What's your total AO3 word count?

329,661 😳

What fandoms do you write for?

Just Harry Potter. Maybe I should diversify?

What are your top 5 fics by Kudos?

Live like common people Dramione/Draco pretending to be a muggle (88,794 words)

How did we get here? The sequel to the above, aka Draco wishing he could still just pretend he was a muggle. (153,536 words)

Dragons Only The Draco/Charlie drabble (289 words)

A Song of Ice and Fire and Awkward Ex Boyfriends The other Dramione, this time with dragons. 🐉(20,272 words)

Just a Minerva in time The MinMione time travel one (6,460 words)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! Unless you're an absolute arsehole, and even then, I would rather reply (but only if I can come up with an appropriate retort). Why? Because I love the interaction. Getting a comment, no matter how small, will always make my day. So, it feels right to at least say thanks. Also, I met one of my now good friends through us chatting in our fics' comments. So who knows what might come of it.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmm, probably One Last Cup.

What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I've not written the ending yet, but it's going to be How Did We Get Here? If only because I have become waaayyy too attached to all of the characters to give them anything but.

Do you get hate on fics?

It's not quite hate, and I know it could be worse, but How Did we get here? garners some pretty strong reactions. They're a downer.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I've only published very mild smut, but I have written more explicit stuff since, and some of it is in the next chapter I'm publishing, and I'm scared.

Do you write crossovers?

No, I struggle enough with one fandom. Huge respect to the people who manage it

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nah. They're not good enough for that.

Have you ever co-written a fic?

Yes! Three actually. Idle in Kangaroo Court W1, for the mixed up writer fest. We ran out of steam, so it's unfinished, but I keep promising myself I'm going to finish it one day. Then two more with some friends, one short one for the rare pairs fest, that will be revealed soonish. Then one long fic that 3 of us a writing, which is err... in progress.

What's your all time favourite ship?

Call me a basic bitch, but I will always be such a sucker for Dramione.

What's a WIP you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

I have a really unhealthy stubborn streak that won't let me leave things unfinished, so hopefully none. Though Idle in Kangaroo Court is most at risk, because its been so long (and I feel I have to reach out to my co-author to check they don't mind, and my social anxiety is one of the few things that trumps my stubbornness).

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue. I keep thinking I should try writing something as a script.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions and flowery language. I have to work hard at imagining visuals, so a lot of the time I don't. And I'm too literal to do well with metaphors.

Thoughts in writing dialogue in another language?

I've never really had any before. I guess I don't mind it in small amounts, if the meaning can be inferred from context or reactions. It's annoying if you miss something by not understanding what it means.

First Fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter

Favourite fic you've written?

Oh god, that's like asking me to chose between my children! Live Like Common People will always have a special place in my heart, as it was my first and the characters will forever live rent free in my head.

But also, I'm most proud of Tattletail, because I think it is technically my best piece of writing.

Tagging anyone who wants to play, as I suspect I'm one of the last of my mutuals to get round to this.

[timeoverload]

I haven't felt very social the past few days and I've been having trouble interacting with others. It has been hard for me to have extensive conversations with people at work. I'm used to having some quiet time when I get there in the morning but I haven't been getting that lately.

The new team lead is really nice and has a positive attitude. I appreciate that he is encouraging. He is just a chatterbox and sometimes it's too much first thing in the morning when I'm not fully awake yet. He yells a lot but I don't think he realizes how loud he is sometimes because he has been having ear problems. I can't get mad at him for that because he can't help it. I just already work in a loud environment and I have a hard time handling a lot of the noise as it is. Normally I can have one of my earbuds in my ear when I'm working to distract myself but I haven't been able to listen to music since I have been teaching. He asks a lot of questions which is a good thing I suppose. However, I get frustrated when I'm trying to teach him something important and he gets distracted and runs away. I don't want to be the only person who knows what to do when there's an emergency because that's what happened today.

We had an emergency earlier and had to flash a tibial impactor because someone fucked up and the patient was already on the table. We have to get approval from the charge nurse or one of our supervisors in order to sterilize an instrument that way and it's not something we do very often. When we have to flash an instrument, it has to be placed in a special pan and ran in a rapid cycle which takes about 20 minutes. The rapid cycle has the same 4 minute exposure time to steam as a normal cycle but there is no dry time which makes it faster. A normal cycle typically has a 30-45 minute dry time. The pan comes out wet because it's designed that way and usually it gets taken to the room before it cools down. The instruments inside the pan are also wet but the water is sterile so it's safe to use. In any other situation, if a pan or wrapped item comes out of the autoclave wet it has to be reprocessed. We try to avoid running rapid cycles as much as possible because using an instrument for surgery that is wet can be risky since water can be a magnet for bacteria. It doesn't work for everything and we can't run power equipment or implants on a rapid cycle. We don't use those special pans for long-term storage either just to be cautious. We also have to do a lot more documentation and follow up when we flash instruments.

Nobody knew what to do earlier so I ended up having to do most of the work for that. I tried to ask for help but I felt like no one was listening. I was already super busy with eyes and I had to stop what I was doing to deal with that situation. It's ok though because I got it done. I was glad that I could deliver the pan to the room before they made an incision because I hate it when people are waiting on me. It's my goal to make sure everyone else knows how to do that by the end of next week because it's so important. If my boss is there tomorrow I will probably talk to her about it.

I'm just super worn out. I have had 60 eye cases the past 2 days. I was surprised because I had 30 eye cases today and they got done before 3. It was nice to have time to get caught up on some things and not have to rush around for the last 2 hours of my day. My back wasn't bothering me too much earlier so I decided to help dispatch and pull case carts after I got my eye stuff done. I wanted to do that so I could have some quiet time and it went well for the most part except for when I was pushing the cart back to the department. I was trying to go through the automatic door and it started closing unexpectedly and pushed the cart into my face. It almost broke my glasses and I have a nice welt above my eyebrow. I hope I don't get a bruise. I left after that happened because it was my time to go anyway.

It has been so busy and it's only going to get worse because everyone tries to get surgery at the end of the year. I'm hoping we don't have to work Saturdays in November and December. I used to volunteer to work Saturdays during the winter because the extra money was nice. I can't do it anymore. I hate that I think about work so much but sadly it has consumed my life. I still remember when I started and I loved it so much. I had fun and I laughed a lot. I thought I could do it forever and I was naïve to think that things wouldn't change so much. One of the newer guys made a comment to me today about how it seems like our job changes and breaks people. I can't say that he's wrong about that.

I have also been thinking about my cats all day. I can't get Soupy and Salazaar in to the vet this weekend even though I wanted to. I still have to get them new carriers because the only one we have right now is sort of broken. I think they are in better shape than Harry is so I'm not quite as worried about them. I think they also had a check up more recently. I am still planning on taking them in the near future but I'm worried about Harry right now because he seems to have the most problems. I have no idea how much all of Harry's bills are going to be and I want to be able to pay them when the time comes. I need to figure out when I can take him in to get his teeth taken care of because he needs to take antibiotics for 5 days before the appointment. I just want him to get better and I feel bad for him.

I wish I could get caught up on everything in my life but I can't seem to do it right now. My room is a mess again which isn't surprising to me at this point. I'm going to work on it more this weekend. I also have a stack of papers to go through and it just keeps growing so I should tackle some of that as well. I don't know what my problem is.

I'm going to try not to worry about stuff anymore tonight. I think I'm super overstimulated right now and that probably isn't helping with my anxiety. My head also hurts from getting smacked earlier. I'm mostly ready for bed but I might have some ice cream. I have so much in my freezer because I have been eating it a lot lately. It would be awesome if I could get more than 4 hours of sleep tonight but we'll see I guess. I think I'm going to try to relax now. I want tomorrow to be a good day.

Anyway, thanks for listening to me complain. I appreciate all of the nice messages and they made me smile. I hope everyone has a wonderful evening and a good day tomorrow. 💖

[slow-burn-sally]

12, 20 & 30 for the fic asks owo

Thank you friend!!

12. How many WIP's do you have in your docs for next year?

I just finished a rough draft for the last chapter of my latest bagginshield fic, and I have to finish my izzy/lucious ofmd wip. Those are actual, living, current wips.

I have a dreamling wip that I ran out of steam with, and another dreamling idea to work on next year.

other projects, MORE TINTIN. MORE JOPZIER. Maybe a Major Merlin from jsamn fandom. I am really feeling writing lately.

20. Which work of yours have you reread the most?

Maybe the childercelles fic I wrote about Lascelles being a flower shop owner and Childermass being a tattoo artist that I love and that @fol-de-lol enjoyed, but that no one else apparently read.

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

How obsessed I’d become with Death In Paradise probably. I started out rewatching the first two seasons with my roommate, and then we blazed through all of the episodes to the current day and I am sort of bonkers over Richard/Camille Jack/Florence. Also that I would fall in love with and write fic for Dougal McGuire. These are not new fandoms, nor are they particularly active ones, but the heart wants what the heart wants. 

Thanks again Dim! 

[catboykilljoy97]

Happy birthday to me! 🥳 Well, technically it was yesterday, but I was busy so you get my birthday post today 😛I'm 26 now, which means I am officially Too Old For Leonardo DiCaprio! So, relevantly, I wanted to share my odd little collection of 90s Leonardo DiCaprio movies:

(not pictured: Titanic and This Boy's Life, because I got them at the library)

A few summers ago, I was (not so)slowly losing my mind from working at a grocery store during covid lockdowns (and everything else that was happening in 2020/2021). So what did I do? A lot of things, honestly, but the relevant one is that I went on a deep dive of 90s Leonardo DiCaprio movies. It started out with, well, the exact reasons you'd think a very single 24-year-old would start watching Leonardo DiCaprio movies, but it soon turned into a sort of deep dive on a famous actor's early career and his strengths/weaknesses/typecasts, as well as an exploration/cultural study of increasingly obscure 90s movies.

...I was going a little off the deep end, yeah.

Anyways. Initially I was gonna write up a whole review list for all the ones I saw, but that would've been super long and rambly and I'm not that committed to the bit, so here's an overview:

Romeo+Juliet is genuinely one of my favorite movies now. I could go on and on about how good it is. I'd rank it right up there with Galaxy Quest, which trust me is high praise. I'm a sucker for "appears silly on a surface level but is actually really well-done and well-thought-out", I guess.

Watching Titanic when all you know of it are the memes and the famous scenes was a really interesting experience. Also, I'm embarrassed to admit it but I do in fact want Jack Dawson to draw me like one of his french girls.

I liked Basketball Diaries because they let Leo go completely fucking feral in that one. When you let him emote, he *emotes*. A little over the top? Maybe but I love it

Total Eclipse is the worst movie I've ever seen oh my god not even the bisexuality could save it it's so confusing to watch and the characters are the most unpleasant people to have to experience

I ran out of steam before watching Don's Plum, which is a shame because it has the dubious honor of being banned for commercial viewing in the U.S and Canada

What's Eating Gilbert Grape aged like fucking milk to the point that it's actually fascinating to watch as like, a cultural artifact.

Also, the last point. DiCaprio only dating women in their early 20s is even more striking when you realize what he was up to in his early 20s.