#also if I could write fanfic or anything that's paced properly this would be a subject. would I use it to explore my own gender? ...maybe

[dragonroar64]

considering the concept of agender pvpciv Evbo. Like yeah yeah it's on his hoodie design etc etc but that's surface level to me. What about Evbo feeling like despite everything missing in his life, there's also something just a bit too much that doesn't fill any gaps but rather compounds the issue. What about Evbo meeting someone on the pro or master levels and they mention they're agender and when Evbo asks them to explain it he recognizes himself in it. What about Evbo visiting the library on the fighter level while working on restoration efforts and reads up on it. What about Evbo using his godly powers to rid himself of others' perception of him as a gendered being, and justifying it to themself as a way to fit their role better as the parkour god? What if, what if,,,,

[monsterspet]

Had a thought about Captain Price

A/N: Don't we all?

Going to need you to trust me on this.

So - as of MW3 John's age is set at 38 in the year 2023. We also know he joined the infantry at 16 - then onto the army properly at 18.

John would have been 16 in 2001. In the UK. Which was when arguably we were still in the midst of a teen pregnancy epidemic across the country. Things have significantly improved since then.

I know you know where I'm going with this but just stick with me.

Now - for those of you who are maybe from outside the UK I can tell you now that recruiting kids right out of high-school has always been a bit iffy here in the public eye. Even more so when that kid hasn't even sat their A-levels at 18.

John dropped out of school to become a military man. That's just a fact. Which you can totally do from 16 - but most schools discourage it heavily.

English teens do not drop out of school to join the army if they have other options. We have apprenticeships or college if they don't like the traditional school route. And both of those can lead on to University courses.

John's only other option was to work - likely for minimum wage which I believe was like £3.50 an hour back then. It may have even been less given he was under 18.

Admittedly the army is good money for a kid that age. Especially if you don't see yourself going down a more traditional employment route.

But in what world would Price be so eager to earn good money fast? We know he's a smart guy - we've seen it in game. The man could have easily gotten into Uni. This is where we veer off the rails into glorious fanfic girly nonsense and I apologise.

Say he got his then girlfriend pregnant. We know he's a sensible guy - and we know he has a strong sense of responsibility and loyalty to the people he cares about.

He's obviously going to support his child and the mother of his baby. That's just in his nature.

He joins the military in order to be able to provide for them both. Now admittedly that means he's away from both his little family and everything he knows but let's be realistic - most teen parents don't stay together long term. I know so many personally where they don't even make it to the due date.

But if he's bringing a baby into this world he's damn well going to make sure it's taken care of.

Which leads me to my next point about what Price is like as a man in basically every fic he's in.

This man does not just radiate "Daddy" energy - this man is a Father.

Endlessly supportive of his boys in the unit, and fiercely protective.

He is willing to do almost anything to keep not only the 141 safe but the people back home as well (we see this in game as well when he drags in the Butcher's family to interrogate him).

We all know this man is wearing socks and sandals on holiday. We all know he's manning the grill at the BBQs. We all know he can't get up out of a chair without the iconic "Dad groan".

He is also far too good at putting up with the nonsense we write about Soap and Gaz in particular. They're the unit children and they certainly put John through his damn paces. Which he seems to put up with - with remarkable ease most of the time.

This man is a "weekend Dad". He sees his kid briefly when on leave or every other weekend depending on whether or not he's deployed. We've seen no evidence of a ring.

Now admittedly when you're running secret missions across the globe you don't want the enemy figuring out you have something at home to lose but this gives us some really nice single-dad!Price opportunities and I'm going to run with that.

But - assuming he had a kid at 16. That child is now 21/22. Prime age for the military. And roughly the right age for a steamy workplace romance with one of the other 141 members? Maybe?

I saw on here a while back this great series where Soap was in a secret relationship with Price's niece (I cannot for the life of me remember the creators name and I'm SO SORRY) and I raise you:

Secret relationship 141 x Price's!child

The angst - the steamy forbidden romance - the angry Dad energy - the potential SLOWBURN.

It's all right there for the taking.

Even better if we get some daddy issues from Y/N because John was never around. Like they didn't even tell him they were signing up in the first place. Maybe they don't have his last name and suddenly turn up under his command. The DRAMA.

I swear one day I'll actually have the time to write all these fics.

-Pet x

[resident-rats]

Thanks for the tag @goodpointsandbadpoints !!

When did you start writing?

I started properly writing at the beginning of last year, though I did write some not so serious fanfics for my friends as a teenager lol. But I don’t count those hfhhf

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

I love to read horror, it’s probably 90% of books I’ve read. Though admittedly I’ve been in a reading slump recently, but I read a book over the past few days which was uhhh horror (using the term very loosely) and gay smut hdhdh, so it was a bit of a when worlds collide moment. BUT I have read a lot of horror over the years, and have lots of books that are on my list to read!! So if anyone ever wants horror book recommendations then I’m your guy

ANYWAY I have thought about writing a fic which leans more into the horror genre, but also trying new things is scary <33. Also I feel like most people who read my stuff want smut hchfh - which I’m more than happy to provide, but they are quite difficult genres to intertwine lol

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

I don’t think so?? Though usually when writing I kinda pretend I’m a narrator? Like the kind you get in RPGs. No specific one really, but that’s often what’s going on in my mind

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

Usually either my room or my living room. If it’s in my room then I will have colourful mood lighting and if it’s in my living room usually I have the lights off and candles

What's your most effective way to muster up a muse?

Music usually! In general I daydream a lot while listening to it, and often enough that includes scenes I can weave into a fic

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

Usually mental health and self worth I think? In most of my fics Leon is depressed and doesn’t think very highly of himself, not really expecting to be shown kindness? He’s also often quite sexually repressed

What is your reason for writing?

When I started I was struggling quite a lot with a lot of things, and writing kinda offered a distraction/escape from that? Since it’s a very time consuming hobby. And I guess it still offers that? This year so far has been pretty rough in general, but it’s still one of the things which has kept me going. Plus it has brought comfort? Earlier this year I lost someone unexpectedly, and it got me thinking about my own life and mortality. But it kinda gives me a sense of security knowing that people will still be able to enjoy something I’ve created long after I’m gone (granted the internet doesn’t self destruct). Like little bits of me are forever interwoven into my fics

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

Tbh as long as I don’t come across as arrogant or ungrateful then I’m happy lol

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

Smut hdhdh. Which again is maybe quite limiting as I’m scared to write something which contains no smut. But also it’s nice having a place to put my decrepit thoughts yippeee

How do you feel about your own writing?

I think it’s pretty average, like I don’t think it’s bad but I don’t think it’s flawless. It could probably use more refined plot points and better endings, and sometimes I feel like the pacing is a bit off. But I also think it’s fun, and thats usually why people read fanfiction above anything else. Nothing has to be perfect (trying to hammer that into my head anyway)

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely for yourself, or a mix of both?

A bit of both. Obviously it crosses my mind, I think it crosses everyone’s, but if I really want to write something then I will. Like the premise of my selkie fic was 100% just written for me lol, but also had elements in it which I thought others would enjoy

Tagging literally anyone who wants to do this!! And I genuinely mean that because I’m nosey <33

[marcos-scorpion]

One Day - Felipe Drugovich x Reader

erm,, surprise ! my housemate gave me a lil writing challenge to try and get over my writers block, and this is the result ! it was meant to be a lil 500 words or less hurt comfort drabble but ended up just over 800 words (sorry aves i tried lmao). i actually quite like this, despite writing it super quickly while pulling an all nighter because we have people coming to view our house. hope you enjoy,, request are open !!

also,, this is not hate to Aston Martin or Lance Stroll at all, i just thought this would be cute ! lemme know if you enjoyed

editing a few hours later to add- i am not angry with lance stroll. i actually really like lance stroll, and i’m glad he is well enough to race. this quite literally an x reader fanfic. it is not real. felipe will get his chance. i was just trying to break my writers block, and i had been explaining to my housemate the whole reserve driver thing so this is what i came up with. can people pls stop sending me angry anon messages now ? thanks

xoxo,

mothie

warnings- sad felipe, mentions of a broken wrist (lance stroll)

wc- 832

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He had been so sure this was it. That this was his chance to show the world what he was capable of, that he was deserving of a full-time F1 seat, and that he deserved it soon. 

Aston Martin had told him very little in the days after pre-season testing in Bahrain. There had been a few compliments, plenty of small complaints. He had taken it all on board graciously. He knew that Lance had done some nasty damage in his cycling accident, leading to metal screws being used to hold the bones in his wrist together. He was hopeful, the fans were hopeful, hell even the reporters were hopeful that Felipe was going to make his official F1 race debut this weekend. 

He had spent days pacing around his hotel room as his girlfriend watched anxiously from the bed, desperately checking his phone at every small notification, even reaching for his phone when his girlfriend’s chimed and not his. The rumours surrounding Sebastian Vettel replacing Stroll for the weekend had been his first hurdle, but watching the fans rally for him was comforting, and he got a slight relief when they announced that, should they need a reserve driver, the seat would go to the F2 Champion. 

On the Thursday, the day before the first Grand Prix weekend of the 2023 season would fully begin, Felipe was still hopeful. His grin had been bright as he left his hotel room, a cheery goodbye to his barely-awake girlfriend as he left for a team meeting. The girl sprawled across the bed was less sure than her boyfriend, an uncomfortable pit was settled in her stomach as she began her day. 

Her fears were confirmed less than an hour after Felipe had left for his meeting as a notification lit up her phone. Aston Martin had posted on Instagram. Opening the post, it confirmed that Lance, despite his broken wrist, would be racing this weekend. Heart sinking at the thought of the loss of Felipe’s smile, she prayed that he had at least been told by the team, and hadn't had the misfortune of learning through a meagre Instagram post. 

Waiting for him to return to the hotel room did nothing to calm the girl down. Her sadness over what this could have meant for Felipe had been replaced by anger. How dare Aston Martin not let Felipe know sooner, gave him a chance to take in the information before they posted about it. Despite not being a professional in anything vaguely related to Formula One, even she thought it was stupid letting a man with a freshly broken wrist drive a brand-new F1 car he hadn’t had a chance to test, while they had Felipe raring to go, having driven the car in testing. Of course, she knew it was rightfully Lance’s place to drive, but surely it was best to make sure he healed fully and properly, to ensure he could race for as much as the season as possible, even if he would be upset to miss the season opener. 

The anger was still bubbling in her chest as she continued her morning routine, waiting for the familiar click of the hotel door that would tell her Felipe was back. She didn’t know where to direct her anger. There was no real place for it. It obviously isn’t Felipe’s fault, or Lance’s, but it isn’t also Aston Martin’s fault for wanting their full time driver lineup ready to go for the first race. Scrubbing harder at her face, she knew she needed to calm down. Felipe was going to return disappointed, and she would need to be there for him. 

Settling back onto the bed once she was a little more calm, her heartbeat skipped a little at the buzz of a keycard being swiped in the hotel room’s lock. His head was down as he walked in, floppy hair messy and hanging over his eyes. 

“Querido,” she began, her features softening as he met her eyes, “Come here my love.” 

Offering him a sad smile, she opened her arms as he dropped onto the bed. Pressing his face into the crook of her neck, he took a deep breath. Gently, she slipped a hand against his jaw, encouraging him to look at her. 

“One day, baby, you’ll be there. You’ve come so far, and you are going to go so much further. I can’t pretend to understand their logic, but one day, you’ll get your chance. And then they will all realise you are as amazing as I have always known. Just don’t forget me when you’re up on that podium.” 

He let out a gentle chuckle, pressing his forehead against hers. A quiet ‘thank you, baby’ slipped from between his lips before they met hers. She knew he would be ok, and she knew that one day, her Felipe would finally be seen, finally get the chance he deserved. And she would be right by his side. Always. 

[naivesilver]

I'M LATE TO THIS BECAUSE I WAS PLAYING ONLINE MINI GOLF SORRY

Anyway, an ask that allows me to gush about your fic????? sign me the FUCK up <3

My favourite fic of yours:

WHERE do I even begin with this, seriously??? I think that, technically speaking, your 25k Lampwick fic is your best fic (or, at least, your best pinocchio-adjacent fic, because sadly I do not read anything that isn't related to him in some capacity, but I have no doubt that your other works are just as high quality 💕). The premise...the pacing... the care taken to properly explore him as a character........fuck, it's SO good.

Two Stars will also obviously hold a very special place in my heart (SO so beloved).

However, I still think that 'to love (with little to your name)' is, well, unbeatable here. It truly is one of your best works. Eugene's chapter within this fic had me bouncing off the walls and gnawing at table legs. (It was also THEE chapter that really re-wired my brain when it came to Eugene and I have been Not Normal about the square boy ever since, as you're well aware.

BUT not ONLY does it have a Eugene chapter, it also has the Scalawags (THEE first chapter of the fic and I KNEW it was gonna be good when we started with that, holy shit) and Leona?? Leona my BELOVED HELLO???? This fic just means so much to me. It's made me laugh pretty hard from time to time (thank you Pierrot and Mignon in particular for that (ALSO I NEARLY FORGOT THAT THE CHAT FIC WAS PART OF THIS???? BELOVED HELLO?????) and it's also made me want to chew my own arm off (affectionate).

What I'm saying is, thank you for this verse in general, but particularly for this fic within the thousand problems series 💖 It has affected my brain permanently.

3. The best character you've written for:

SO, I would argue that the Scalawags (yes, all three) could take this crown. Because?? how the HELL do you take something as awful (for a multitude of reasons) as EotN and transform these characters into such likeable and three dimensional people with these incredibly well thought out backstories. It blows my mind!!!!!

I also love the way you write Lampwick. And also Eugene but DUH I could talk all day about the way you write Eugene because I am mentally unwell about him.

If we're talking about characters that aren't technically OCs? Then I've gotta say that I love the way you write Regina 💖 You do a fabulous job with her, truly.

6. Something I remember vividly from reading one of your fics:

A lot of your imagery in your fic has stuck with me (things like the green description of the chapel in eyeteeth), but I guess that there are just loads of general little details and snippets from various fics here and there that still cross my mind without warning. I still remember the opening scene of choice on the beach really well for some reason. The patchwork quilt. The little handstand that Igor did to make Twinkle laugh. Pierrot's 'nun of my business' joke. idk I've told you this a million times before but....It's the little character details that fuck me up the most and that make your fics so damned enjoyable to read.

7. What made me the most emotional after reading

'when you know the makers hand'. That fic fUCKS ME UP, okay???? Because of course it does!!!! Also, spell of shattered sight fic fucks me up in a similar way (it's about.......August and his relationship with his father........). Lose my mind every time I read either of them.

13. If i've ever shared/talked about your fic to someone else

well DUH. I'm abnormal about your little guys ofc I have to talk to other people about them every now and then <3

💗💗💗💕💕💕

LIBBY SHUT UP 😭😭😭💓💓💓 I saw you play golf but really, you could have stayed playing - I wouldn't even have been bad, you're already too good to me during normal chats, you COULD have skipped that. But since you're here now!!!! Let's go 😏😏😏

Fanfic Asks (For The Askers)

1.My favourite fic of yours

Did I expect this? Yes. Did it STILL make me emotional? ALSO YES!!!! The big Lampwick fic started an avalanche of content that to this day fills me with EXTREME joy, and Two Stars is the one thing I was still shy about gifting to you (because WOW COOL WRITER IS GOING BRRRR WITH ME WHAT DO I DO), but the kids! The kids!!!!!! I'm so happy about this world that has blossomed to life and expanded into something ginormous, and it was a blessing to plant the seed with you 💖

3.The best character you've written for

You think my Regina is good? 🥺🥺🥺I will melt jsyk

Also you know what motivates me? Anger and spite. EOTN made me so fucking mad I couldn't NOT make it better (and it wasn't that hard to do, ngl). Justice for the weird little kids! They're so much more than love interests!!!!!

6.Something I remember vividly from reading one of your fics

Not much to say here, just that a lot of those scenes get rolled around my brain like a pinball marble for ages before AND after I write them, and it means the world to me that they stuck with you too 🥰🥰🥰

7.What made me the most emotional after reading

MAKER'S HAND!!!! Wow we never talk about that anymore - we do love making that man sad, don't we? Sopping wet puppet guy smh

Spell of Shattered Sight moment will be brought up again btw so don't get mad at me when it happens I warNED YOU

13.If i've ever shared/talked about your fic to someone else

YOU STOP IT RIGHT NOW!!!! And you freak out when I go on rants about your Lampwick 😡😡😡💗💗💗

[roci-wolf]

no fr! i mean i get it when you don’t want someone telling you how you should write your work. like some people on here can be MEAN. usually though… writers mention that critical feedback is not welcome and i respect that.

which is why i only say anything to people who have structural issues.

the people who have plot issues or bad stories. or just… poor narrative and world building…. i kinda ignore. like tbf i wouldn’t want someone telling me my plot is bad and could be better kddhhdhdj

but i do like sit and kinda recreate a better plot like “if i wrote this story here’s what i’d do”. quite often it’s just… the whole concept that’s off. like a good idea that wasn’t expanded properly AHAHAHAH i’ve read so many of those

or overdramatic stories/scenes that don’t make sense and seem unnatural and would not happen irl. usually happens with comfort fics where reader is having a panic attack… they make it so dramatic and i’m just like… who in the world is behaving like that during a panic attack? 🤡

also wdym you’re in class in front of everyone and you sit down and start rocking back and forth because your friends are having an argument (after you yelled your head off) so your boyfriend holds you and rocks along with you whispering sweet nothings 💀

not saying it can’t happen. idk maybe it does. but it just sounds so unrealistic??? idk. some people are bad storytellersjdhdhdhdjsk

yeah, understandable, plus, criticism about plot can be very subjective, because everyone has their own taste and if i don't find a story interesting, someone else might. idk, I've learned that sometimes when i think a plot was not developed very well (for example, the pace being too fast or certain events feeling unnatural to me), other people say they enjoyed it nonetheless so i just mind my own business

omg yeah 🤣 i do that a lot too. ig that's how the first ever fanfic was created, we're all just victims to our imagination

oh, jesus, don't get me started. I've read SO MANY pieces of writing where a panick or anxiety attack is described so bad- i mean, true, i can't know if it can happen or not, but i have never witnessed it in myself or the people around me who ik have panick attacks as well and it kinda feels invalidating-

but at the same time what i perceive around me is just a tiny part of this wide world so who knows?? maybe some ppl truly do act like that. but some descriptions are sometimes... straight up cringe 💀

[perpetual-stories]

Inspirational Advise You Need To Hear: Writing Edition

This is going to be an inspirational post. I’ll be writing down advise that you didn’t know you needed to hear or you heard before but need to be reminded. This is advise I wish someone would have told me sooner, but of course it’s never to late to implement it and follow them.

1. It is never to late to start writing

I started writing when I was in elementary. The moment I had properly mastered reading I began to write. I had the pleasure to fall in love with a good book when I was three years old. Granted, I could not read what was in my hand, but the amount of care and respect I had for a book was beyond my understanding as a toddler. I just knew that a book was something I should care for and respect.

Don’t feel pressured or intimidated by the fact I started writing in elementary school, that’s not the point of what I am intending to do. I started young, but I could have well started in middle school, high school, or even this year. It’s never to late to start writing! Grab a pen or pencil and begin writing down your first idea! Many successful people start working towards their dream a little later in their lives, but they go for it! Don’t let age ever stop you from doing something.

2. No Idea is a Bad Idea

If you have an idea for a short story, or a novel go for it! Don’t think it’s a bad idea, or that no one will ever read it. Don’t shut yourself down before you even had a chance to write it down. A small idea can become the greatest thing for you. J.K Rowling had the idea for Harry Potter written on a napkin, and she kept at it; it eventually became one of the biggest franchises in the world. You can become the next big thing, but all you gotta do is write down that idea you think isn’t good. You could surprise yourself.

I’m going to be honest here and now. It’s hard to come by an original idea. It is, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try and write down your story. All the greatest things that ever happen are all inspired or based off of something else. If you’re story is inspired by another story or its similar to another one, write it down! Don’t ever think your story is not worth bringing it to life.

3. Write Whatever you Want

It’s your story, you can write it however you want. There are no write or wrong ways or writing a story, you just write. If you want to write a sequel or prequel to Víctor Hugo’s Les Miserables, go for it! No one is stopping you. If you want to reimagine Twilight but through Jacob’s perspective go ahead (of course you need to acquire the rights of the story and characters), but as a fanfic go right ahead! If all you want to do is write fan fictions about your celebrity crush then go for it! Don’t ever be embarrassed or writing what you want to write.

Hell, I am a 23 year old woman in a loving relationships and I still think about writing Yami Yugi fan fiction where I am the main love interest, or fan fiction about Tom Holland. I am not embarrassed, or ashamed that I think about writing that. It’s what I am interested and what I like.

Write about what you like, and what you love. Again, never let age or insecurities stop you from that.

4. Read, Read, Read, Watch, Watch, Watch

Don’t ever let someone tell you, “All you do is read, you’re so lame.” Or, “All you do is watch movies and tv shows, don’t you ever go outside?” Don’t EVER let anyone knock you down for those. What people don’t know is that as writers we have to read and watch tv shows to get understanding of how characters, writing, and worlds are created.

Books, tv shows and movies are different when it comes to writing style but it’s still writing nonetheless.

Books help us with understanding writing structures, grammar and character development (to name a few). Tv shows and movies also help with that, but also help the writers get a visual of characters and story line.

I personally enjoy reading and love watching plays. Playwrights often have the best characters because they create them very realistically. Playwrights are the best actors, and actors are the best playwrights. They go hand in hand. If I want to study characters and their development, I read a good play or watch a good play. Plays are very important, in understanding characters. I definitely recommend reading plays to get an understanding of human nature. If you need a list of play recommendations feel free to ask me :)

Great books, and shows, and movies have one thing in common - great writing. So don’t ever feel like you’re not doing anything or doing much by spending time doing one of the aforementioned. We are all great writers and we write at our own pace.

5. “Comparison is the thief of joy.” —Theodore Roosevelt

Don’t ever compare yourself to anyone else. I know it’s hard not to, but don’t. You make yourself feel bad. Everyone and anyone can be a great writer. It takes time and practice. Don’t think your writing will never be published, don’t ever think you don’t have the skills to finish a book.

All the great writers must have felt what we all feel. But they didn’t let that stop them. They wouldn’t have published their first book is they told themselves they would never be as great or successful as the writers before them. They wouldn’t have created the sequels to your favourite series if all they did was compare themselves to others.

Shakespeare didn’t get to where he was or be who he was if all he did was compare his writings to Aristotle. No, because he followed his passion he is known all over the world as a great playwright. Stephen King wouldn’t have written the greatest thrillers and horror stories if he compared himself to Edgar Allen Poe, and told himself he couldn’t do it. No, Stephen King made a name for himself and does horror just as did as Mr. Poe.

“Comparison is the thief of joy.” Don’t ever let anyone take what makes you happy away from you.

6. Ask for Help

It’s hard to do things on your own, but it’s not impossible.

Don’t be afraid to ask for help. Having a close group of friends or family who support you is the best thing you can have when creating a whole new world with characters, traditions, religions, etc.

If you’re writing a story about a Muslim community reach out! Ask the Muslim community or someone you know. If you don’t know anyone reach out online! Thanks to the Internet it’s very fast to acquire all kinds of information. Don’t write about what you think you know about something without being 100% certain of it, you don’t want to offend an entire community about anything or everything.

I am also here to help! If you’re too shy to reach out to someone for advise regarding writing, or need someone to proofread your work. I’m here for you! :)

There you have it folks! Inspirational advice you may or may not have needed :). I hope you all read these and few motivation begin to boil Inside you :)

If you found my advice inspirational and know other people should read it, please feel share to share, repost, or comment, or do whatever you have to do to help others hear this advice :)

[kinsurou]

Hi bab! So how about some facetime action with Suga (as our mom Cath said). So to be more preciese he answers a call while you are hot and heavy. Or he can have a zoom class. 😇 Anything realy that involves someone else, who you know, watching on the other side of the screen. Hope you have fun writing doll! 🥰

𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰.

Brain go brrrrrrr, I asked for a challenge and my baby went all out :blep:

Word count: 988

Warnings: Smut (18+), Edging, Cockwarming, Slight Exhibitionism, Suga being a beautiful menace, No Beta Read.

Suga may be a dotting boyfriend, a sweetheart and an utter blessing of a man. But he also had that chaotic energy he always reserved for special occasions, like those times where he used to fool around with his friends or his unique ways to cheer everyone up back in high school...

The worst thing about it is how he’s able to apply all that chaotic energy in the bedroom as well…

None of his friends suspected anything, they’re too busy having a video call together, catching up and making fun of each other. They didn't suspect a thing when they saw you in the corner of the screen, face buried in the crook of Suga’s neck with a deep flush on your cheeks and a small frown on your face.

Daichi, as observant as always, asked Suga if you’re feeling sick once he noticed the flush adorning your features, clearly visible despite having the lights off and the only source of light is coming from the tablet’s screen. But your boyfriend’s smile didn’t falter as he tells everyone that you’re just a little tipsy after a night drinking with your friends. 

Suga’s explanation was enough for them, and soon enough everyone’s back to their usual ruckus. They didn’t question it when they saw your little pouts of discomfort, thinking it’s probably just the alcohol clouding your head…

Nobody seemed to realize that you were sober, and the truth is there isn’t a single drop of alcohol in your system to begin with. Or that the reason behind this feverish state lied under the privacy of the comforter covering your lower half from curious eyes. It hid the way your hips were draped on top of Suga’s, with one of your legs hooked lazily around his waist, making it easier for him to keep his hard cock buried deep inside your heat.

The worst part was when everyone broke into hysterical fits as they made fun of each other. Because Suga didn’t miss the opportunity to buck against your dripping cunt and praising you with discretion. Every single moan and whine you made got lost between the laughter, the screaming and the crying.

“You’re such a good girl, taking me so well and staying as quiet as possible. You don’t want the others to find out, do you?” He grinned when you shook your head, kissing your forehead tenderly, whispering how you were doing an amazing job as he carefully wiped away the small trail of drool spilling out of your lips.

“Just a little bit longer…” He whispered before shifting his attention back to the call, repeating this sweet torture all over again. The cycle kept going, so often that you could almost guess how much time it took him to move again.

Chatter...Laughter...Thrust...Chatter...Laughter...Thrust...You’d go crazy if he kept ruining your orgasms like this.

Is it possible to be overstimulated just from edging? Because that’s exactly how it felt in that moment as your pussy dripped all over Suga’s thighs and the bedsheets with the tiniest of nudges against your walls. But him, on the other hand? He seemed perfectly fine for someone who’s been balls deep or nearly an hour and a half. 

You almost wanted to smack the smile off his face before riding him to your heart’s content. But another trust, faster and deeper than before, brushed against a little spot that caught you completely off guard, causing you to moan pathetically into Suga’s chest.

You could hear somebody asking if everything’s okay, but for the sake of your dignity, it was Suga who covered for you. It was probably a headache after drinking so much, and all their shouting was probably bothering your poor little head by now.

He noticed you glaring up at him with discretion. Eyes clouded with both murder and arousal as you thought of every possible way to kill him while making it look like an accident unless he finally fucked you properly. Suga’s smile didn’t waver as he lied to everyone, the apology for having to cut the call short passing off so smoothly. 

Nobody suspected that as soon as the tablet’s screen went blank, the device was sent flying into the nightstand with a flick of the wrist, and said hand took a firm hold of your waist, flipping you over to lay underneath him as he put one of your legs over his shoulder. 

There’s no hesitation left as he rammed himself into your needy hole with pure fervor until your eyes rolled back. After all, you didn’t have to worry about being too loud anymore, no no no….Now you had to worry about the brown-eyed devil above you and the mischievous smile that meant nothing but trouble.

After all, you wanted his attention, yes? Who was he to deny you of it? 

“This is what you wanted, right?” Spreading your other leg a bit further allowed him to hit a different angle, which helped him reach a spot that took your breath away with every thrust. “Don’t you want to cry out for me, mmm?”

But at this point you couldn’t even blabber a proper sentence, because as soon as you tried to open your mouth, Suga would always pick up the pace, hitting that spot that sent you into a stuttering, drooling mess.

It didn’t take an expert to know he was doing it all on purpose, and that the night was far from over for the two of you. After all, he had been holding back for nearly two hours, and tomorrow you both had the day off. 

He didn’t let you cum earlier...And he would not let you sleep either...

Right now he was a man on a mission, and that mission was to obliterate you, make you scream until your voice was non-existent and your body was a boneless mess on the mattress.

Taglist: @unbreakableeiji @wakaoujisenhime @fanfic-me-up @iwaasfairy @sailor-manga @gr0vndz3ro @divinewhimsy @xplosiveboy @shinsotired @animefandomally @xmyshya @sugassetter @jayeray

[mariusroyale]

i physically cannot read a fic with first person pov. the way i retch n gag at it.. like. no.

yknow what while we’re at it ill talk abt my list of fanfic icks (fanficks) i get. i used to tolerate this stuff freely in like 2015-16 (when i had no taste smh) now i have zero patience lmao

- shit grammar: i cannot. like i can’t read fics with poor grammar and punctuation, it immediately renders the story unreadable (some exceptions are if im desperate and it’s like the only fic in this v obscure tag n fandom).

- no spacing in paragraphs: SEPARATE UR PARAGRAPHS PEOPLEEEE. tiptop!!! if you create an entire block of text it’s now INCOMPREHENSIBLE and you’ve wasted ur time writing it bc who’s going to read that????

- this also goes for not spacing dialogue properly like this,

“What do you mean?” He tilts his head while asking. She answers absentmindedly, “Like this. Marius can’t read if it’s formatted like this cos it’s supposed to be a new line when it’s a new person speaking.” He pauses in thought, recognising how unappealing it looked. “Oh.”

i can’t bruh it’ll make me stop reading- I MEAN LOOK AT IT. sometimes it’s fucking impossible to tell who’s speaking when! PLS. if a new character is speaking!!! ADD A NEW PARAGRAPH

- if it’s just. Out of character- like shit characterisation: people pls, most characters have dimensions to them! give them better dialogue and actions for the love my ass, you know DAMN well this character would never do that shit in canon

- first person pov (had to talk abt this one again i can’t describe how much it makes me BLEH) like!!! it’s so!! very rarely can i ever enjoy a story written in first person anyway! i don’t care what you think?? lmao?? no human would ever write their daily routine

“I noticed my [insert hair colour] hair possessed a sheen today, which meant I hadn’t washed it in a while.” like? no!

even then if u wrote it like a normal human

“My hair was way too greasy this morning. It’d been awhile since I washed it.”

i still hate it- like if i want details, i want it from an omnipotent, otherworldly being that doesn’t exist outside of narrating

frankly idk why i chose that as an example but you know what i mean: having details is great in third person but so meh in first

- shitty pacing within a brief interaction

i no longer have the patience anymore dude. had i read this in 2015, when i didn’t read well written fics, you’d have me hooked but

i don’t want to read a fic that takes forever to get through and by this i mean: the way you write paragraphs and insert dialogue in between

if there’s an important scene happening, i want to see it. wanna feel it.

if i see a wall of text in between the dialogue which shows Character A’s thoughts im leaving

like you can tell the author kinda just forgot what their original point was and started waffling? like u know??

i once read a fic in 2015-16 (im so sorry it was phan) where the fucking chunks of texts between dialogues were literal PARAGRAPHS. by that point i had forgotten what they were saying cos it was just

“Hey… are you alright?”

A looked at B worriedly. B didn’t know what to say. A had a lot on their plate already. Maybe it was best to not say anything for now. (Like here? This is a good place to stop and continue what B would say. But author just kept going.) B knew how A would react, he wasn’t good with emotions. After all, A had never been truly open with his emotions with people, how could B expect him to do it with him, of all people? He faintly recalled the time he saw A quietly sniffle during a movie and asked if he was alright, only to be met with a brief dismissal. A wouldn’t understand. (AND IT WOULD BE A BIGGER PARAGRAPH THAN THIS!! AND THERE WOULD BE TWO MORE AFTER IT!)

“I-I’m okay.”

Neither of them missed the way B stuttered, but-

AND IT JUST KEPT FUCKING GOING. THIS INTERACTION IN REAL LIFE WOULD HAPPEN IN TEN SECONDS. CANT THIS INTROSPECTION HAPPEN AFTER??? DO I ACTUALLY NEED TO KNOW EVERY DETAILED THOUGHT THAT HAPPENS IN THEIR HEAD IN THE TWO SECONDS THEY PAUSE TO THINK OF A RESPONSE???????

(to clarify, do this introspection in between dialogue, sure. but if you’re gonna make it huge and waffled and unnecessary stOPPP. MAKE IT SHORT. OR JUST PUT IT AFTER THEIR INTERACTION IDFK)

- when the summary has me at the edge of my seat and the first few words of the fic has me vomiting

like DAMMIT. you HAD ME

i was SO EXCITED for this premise it’s intriguing and i was gonna read and!!!

your grammar is shit!! DAMMIT

[kirausamaria]

Preening Time (Stolitz’ Fanfiction)

This is why I can’t never sleep early. Finally finished this fanfic I started writing weeks ago. Hope you’ll like the sillinesss.

Blitzo woke up just in time to find Stolas sitting at the very corner or the bed humming some unknown tune he didn’t know. They were staying in a hotel for the weekend, which was much fancier than a regular motel. Stolas had chosen this one not only because of the romantic atmosphere, but because both the bathtub and the bed were big enough for him to rest properly and have a good time with his partner.

Stolas was still humming his song, but he was also brushing the feathers of his head with a shinny, elegant brush. The first sunshines from the day reaching him from the window made his feathers look like they were shining, almost changing to a white color. Blitzo would never admit it, but the view of this overwhelmed him for how beautiful it was. Holding the urge to hold Stolas once again he crawled to the end of the bed in order to talk to him:

‘Hey, what are you doing now?’, Blitzo asked him bluntly.

‘Oh, Blitzy, awake already? I tried not to wake you up this early but I needed to preen my feathers’.

‘WTF is preening?’, Blitzo asked while yawning and stretching out.

‘Oh, right, you don’t do that yourself. Every couple of days I must clean and straighten up my feathers with a brush’.

‘Well, that’s weird, it seems annoying as f* to do it all the time.’

‘It’s not that bad...at least when you don’t have to do it all by yourself...usually a partner helps you to do it quicker as a sign of affection with her beak…’ Blitzo noticed Stolas suddenly making a sad face. ‘Not that I know how that feels though’.

‘Sooo, are you telling me that in almost 20 years you were together, didn’t you get preened by your wife, not even once? How pathetic!’

‘Yes, it is’.

Blitzo suddenly realized the sadness in Stolas’ voice. For one moment he thought about how lonely those years may have been for him: not receiving any affection from anyone, feeling always alone, unable to leave the arranged marriage in order to keep the throne and to be at his child’s side...that’s why Stolas was so clingy at him, asking him to kiss him and hug him so hastily, moaning with every caress he received from him like it was his first time experiencing love...and maybe it was. 

Blitzo acted as composed as possible before asking him:

‘Hey big bird, would you let me try brushing you instead?’

Stolas’ eyes widened in surprise at first, but then he put a very enthusiastic face that took Blitzo unguarded. ‘Would you do that for me?’ He asked.

‘Yeah, why not? I mean, don’t get it wrong, I just don’t have anything else to do inside this hotel room’, Blitzo answered, trying to hide his intentions of cheering Stolas up.

Stolas happily sat on the bed looking at Blitzo’s direction, offering him the brush. Blitzo took it and slowly started brushing Stolas’ head. His hands were shaking a little for getting flustered while looking at his face. Stolas was utterly smiling with closed eyes and making happy bird purring noises when his cheeks and chin were getting preened. He was so cute, and that was driving Blitzo nuts.

Stolas squirmed and giggled a little when his neck was being brushed, but he didn’t try to move away and instead was doing his best to stay still and enjoy the attention. When Blitzo moved on to his chest he started to moan a little. 

‘Ohh nope! Stop moaning or I’ll leave the room!’ Blitzo complained. 

‘But you’re so good at it, my dear Blitzy’, Stolas replied in a sexy voice.

‘You know what? Just look the opposite way! I’ll just preen your back now!’, Blitzo said while turning Stolas’ body around so he wouldn’t see him blushing out at the innuendo.

Blitzo then started brushing Stolas’ shoulders and arms, he could feel his body getting more and more relaxed from the soft strokes. However, when he started brushing his back he heard some giggles from Stolas and he was also arching his back at every stroke of the brush.

‘Hey, why are you squirming so much? I thought you were enjoying this’.

‘I am!’Stolas struggled to say with a clear voice. ‘It’s just that it feels a little funny, that’s all’.

Blitzo then brushed Stolas’ low back with a little more pressure, making him squirm and let out a little laugh.

‘Oh, I see what’s going on’, Blitzo said while showing an evil grin that Stolas was unable to see from behind, ‘You know what? This f*ing small brush works too slow for me, I’d rather use my claws instead!’

‘Huh? No Blitzy, just with the brush is ok! I…’ Blitzo suddenly raked his claws on Stolas’ back all the way down and wiggled his fingers when they reached his lower back. Stolas just jumped letting out a burst of giggles. ‘Blitzy, dohohohon’t do that!’

‘Why not? This is much more effective! Also, I’m bored!’. Blitzo started scratching Stolas’ sides, making him fall completely into the bed and curl up on himself.

  ‘Nohohohohoho! No my sides! It ticklehehes!’

‘I knew it! This is tickling you!’ Blitzo answered. ‘Ohh, this is going to be good…’. He then scratched Stolas’s ribs in an unbearably slow pace, looking for loose feathers, from the lower to the higher ribs, making him laugh harder and harder.

‘Ahahaha! Nohohoho! *hic* Nohohohot there! *hic*’. It seemed Stolas’s upper ribs were too ticklish for his own good.

‘Not there? Why not? Is this too much for you?’, Blitzo teased while suudenly pinching Stolas’ upper ribs, making him let out a high pitch hoot, followed by louder giggles. Blitzo was determined to have fun torturing his poor bird partner.

To be fair, Stolas wasn’t suffering or anything. He was kind of flustered and very squirmy, but he wasn’t really fighting back or begging Blitzo to stop. Blitzo was himself amazed that Stolas didn’t seem bothered at all, and his laugh sounded so genuine and happy it was really flustering him.

He tried to keep it together and proceeded to ‘preen’ his stomach. Stolas left out a belly laugh and tried to grab Blitzo’s hands while laying to one side of his body.

‘Ahahaha! Don’t scratch me like that! It’s too much!’

‘Aw, c’mon! Nothing is too much for you! You can’t also lie to me, you’re enjoying the attention!’, Blitzo said while squeezing Stolas’ hips. Stolas just hooted in laughter while getting closer to him, actually making Blitzo’s job much easier. When he stopped for a while allowing him to get some air Stolas looked at him with playful and smiling eyes, with a ‘I’m having fun’ expression. Blitzo tried not to blush at the sight.

‘Oh, I just forgot!’ Blitzo said, trying to snap out of the owl’s charming eyes, ‘I still need to work on those legs and hips!’. Stolas’ eyes widened when watching Blitzo wiggling his fingers over him with a mischievous smile, proceeding to show a wide smile that gave him away.

‘Nohohhohoho, please! I won’t be able to take it!’, Stolas said with a nervous laugher and half heartedly putting his hands in front of him.

‘Sorry, I must do it now! I don’t do half-assed work!’ Blitzo then holded one of Stolas’ legs and started scratching the inner thighs, and he literally jumped from the waist down. He grabbed the sheets trying to stay still while laughing loudly. Blitzo wasn’t only scratching his thighs, he also started digging his fingers on them, making him go crazy.

‘AHAHAHAHA *hoot*! HAHAHAHA *hoot*!! Plehehehehehease, it tihihihihihihickles so much!’

‘I know, isn’t that great?’, Blitzo replied, trying not to laugh at Stolas’ contagious laughter. ‘Now I can torture you like this any time I want!’ Then he held his leg tighter and scratched over and behind his knees, making him laugh so much his face was really red.

Blitzo did the same thing with his other leg, and tears started building up in  Stolas’ eyes. When he started to whine and wheeze constantly Blitzo knew he had to stop soon. ‘I was having so much fun though’, he said to himself.

‘Ok, just a quick whole body’s revision for good measure!’ Blitzo suddenly skittered his fingers all over Stolas’s body, making him squirm all over the bed while squealing with joy.

‘Plehehehehehease, I cahahahn’t take anymore! *hic* *hic* Enough!’

Blitzo finally stopped, letting him rest while laying in bed. It took a long time for Stolas to regain his composure, until he could calmly breathe and stop giggling.

‘Hey, you look so overjoyed after all that torture! I would have passed out a long time ago!’, Blitzo pointed out.

‘Hehehe, sorry, I was having so much fun right now.’ Stolas replied with a soft smile, ‘I had never been tickled like this before’.

‘Even as a child?’

‘No, I was always surrounded by nothing but adults when I was growing up. I didn’t spend time with other children nor played with anyone. My mother would sometimes hug me, but that was all’.

Blitzo again felt bad for him. Even when he belonged to royal family he barely got any attention or any touch from anyone his whole life. Not receiving any caring physical affection was painful, and he knew that too.

‘You know what, if you ever need me for another preening, I wouldn’t oppose the idea’, Blitzo said in a lower voice.

‘Really Blitzy? That would be lovely! I will let you know then!’ Stolas then hugged Blitzo’s waist while still laying down his stomach on the bed. ‘Can we stay little this for a little longer’, he whispered, becoming sleepy.

‘Alright, but at the moment I get hungry, I’m out this room’, Blitzo answered while laying down on a pillow making himself comfy.

‘I want to stay like this forever though’, Stolas said in a weak voice before falling asleep from exhaustion.

Blitzo made sure Stolas was completely out before starting to caress his head while staring at the ceiling.

‘You silly childlike owl prince…’

THANKS FOR READING GUYS! IF YOU ENJOY MY ART OR SILLY FANFICS FEEL FREE TO SEND ME A LITTLE TIP TO www.streamlabs.com/kirausamaria . HUGS!

[acecorvid]

Hurts Me To Watch You Fading [Spideypool Fic]

Was going through the prompts that have been in my inbox for AGES when I got a sudden burst of inspiration to write my boys again. So even though it’s been *looks at watch* nearly two years fuck since I’ve written fanfic... here’s some hurt/comfort for y’all (or if you’d rather read on ao3)

Anon asks: Hi! I just read your fic with peter being super adorable in his deadpool hoodie and saw you're taking prompts. Seeing as you're asexual (like me!) I was wondering if you would write asexual peter having to explain to wade that he doesn't initiate sex because it's just not something he really thinks about much and not because of how wade looks

(Content warning for Wade being self-conscious about his body/scars)

Somehow Wade always found his way to Peter’s dorm room at the end of a long hard day of work. Which for Wade meant an early morning raid ending with several dead bodies, including his own a few times, but by the end Wade was in one piece and his suit was in less pieces and all the bad guys were dead. Next he needed to get all the blood out of his suit earning him another blank look of disappointment from his local definitely-not-a-front dry cleaners. They never questioned his circumstances and he didn’t much care what they got up to as long as people weren’t dying, leaving them with a silent, mutually beneficial relationship. 

Now he was in Parker’s dorm wearing comfy jeans and a hoodie that mostly covered his face if he lowered his head, something he did quite often. He didn’t entirely mind his appearance anymore, having gotten used to freaking himself out in mirrors the past few years. But it was other people’s reactions that made him feel like crap. The looks of disgust strangers gave him as he passed, the people who grabbed their kids and moved to the other side of the street, the ones who laughed at and mocked him hit a little too close to his time being experimented on. Sure he could easily use humor more efficiently than the assholes who mocked him to put them in their place but humor as a defense mechanism only went so far and the hurt still went deep. 

What was getting to him lately was his relationship with Peter. They had officially started dating several months ago, even if they had been flirting heavily on the random patrols as Spider-Man and Deadpool. But then Peter told him his secret identity and kissed him through his mask so tenderly and Wade didn’t think he could be more in love. Except they hadn’t gotten much further than tender kisses or cuddles. Not that Wade minded, it was comforting to be held the way Peter held him. He’d never had someone who he could truly let his guard down around, who was okay with him being soft and quiet. 

But every time they started to makeout, to get to the hot and heavy stuff, Peter would carefully untangle them, change the subject, shy away from any skin being shown, and they would watch cartoons or get food or anything other than being that kind of intimate with Wade. 

Not that he minded at first, Peter was a shy dude. He wasn’t like so many college guys who partied all the time and hooked up with whoever. He was a shy nerd and he was a superhero on the downlow, of course he wouldn’t have time for that but he also didn’t have any interest in it either. But Wade was starting to feel like Peter didn’t have any interest in him. 

Staring at himself in Peter’s mirror sans mask told him exactly why someone would have no interest in getting hot and heavy and naked with him. He’s had that many times. Flirting with a girl at the supermarket only for her to freakout once he peeled his mask up, hitting on a guy in a dark bar only for him to be disgusted once they moved into the light. It was a common occurrence for him. He thought Peter would be different. He was different. He didn’t shy away when Wade took his mask off and kissed him, but maybe he was good at faking it? Maybe he could deal with his face but the rest of his body was too much. His skin was rough and patchy, awful to look at and even less appealing to touch. 

He rubbed his hand over his face and head, shaking off his hood to get a good look at the mess he usually hid from most people. Everyone had their limits. Perhaps this was Parker’s. 

The key in the door alerted Wade to Peter’s return. Quickly he pulled his hood back up and retreated to the bed, ducking his head just as Peter walked in through the door. He looked somewhat surprised, but he relaxed immediately. 

“Hey,” Peter said softly. A smile tugged at his lips as he closed the door gently behind him. 

He seemed pleased to see Wade. Genuinely content with having him in his room. Nothing was matching up in Wade’s mind. 

“Hey Peter…” Wade started but trailed off before he could ask the question. He hated being in this position. He wished he could know the truth. For Peter to tell him he was disgusted by his wrecked body without prompting so he could crawl back to his old life and forget about this magical interlude. 

But Peter being Peter, he noticed something was off immediately. “What’s wrong? You almost never call me Peter, did something happen?”

He was closer now, trying to get a good look at Wade’s face but Wade angled his face away. That got him a sigh but Peter respected his boundaries and stepped away, leaning against the wall instead. 

“Do you want to talk to me about it?”

Wade shook his head, nodded, and then shook his head again. Screw Peter for being such a good guy, a respectful person, such a sweetheart. It was ruining what his brain was hooked on as the clear truth. Maybe Peter wasn’t disgusted with him but what else could it be?

“I’m not really pleasant to look at, huh?” Wade said instead, unable to confront Peter directly.

Peter pushed off the wall but stopped himself from coming closer. “Did someone say that to you?”

He sounded angry, on Wade’s behalf. Once again messing with Wade’s doubts. 

“All the time, but that’s not-” Wade chewed his lip, took a deep breath, and took the plunge. 

He took his mask off, revealing his unmasked face and head. Peter didn’t flinch, didn’t look away. He was frowning a bit but not at Wade’s appearance it seemed. It wasn’t as though this was the first time Peter saw his face but it wasn’t a common thing between them. Wade preferred to simply roll up his mask most of the time for their kisses, not wanting to feel too self-conscious. 

“Do you- are you-” Wade hated this feeling, wishing he could go back to witty one-liners and existential statements that bewildered those around him. Feelings did terrible things to his dialogue. “I know I look like ground up hamburger meat, Petey. I’m a big boy, you can tell me the truth if you think I’m too gross.”

Wade was aiming for humor, swerved into something a little more bitter, and he cursed himself for putting that hurt look on Peter’s face. 

“Wade I don’t think-” Peter started, he furrowed his brows and moved closer but slowly, as though Wade would run away if he was startled. Not a bad call. Wade was pretty close to bolting actually. But Peter crept close, slowly, and stopped a few paces away. Wade wanted him to come closer, stand right between his legs on the bed so Wade could pull him in close and hold him until he wasn’t upset. But he ruined that. 

“We don’t do anything more than kissing. You never want to- I get it,” Wade laughed, tugging on his hoodie. “It’s not pretty under here Pete, no one ever wants to look at it. It won’t kill me if you tell me you don’t want to see it or touch me.” He wasn’t lying. It would hurt like hell but nothing could kill him. Unpleasant side-effects of looking the way he did.

Peter surprised him by doing exactly what Wade wanted. He moved closer, slotting himself between Wade’s legs and putting his hands on Wade’s shoulders to get him to look up. 

“I’m such an idiot,” Peter mumbled, sounding mad at himself. Probably for not being able to hide his disgust, for making Wade realize exactly what was going on. Now he’d have to let Wade down. That’s simply the way the world worked for guys like him. 

“I should have told you a while ago but, I dunno, I was scared I guess?”

Here it comes, Wade closed his eyes to brace himself for the impact. 

“I don’t initiate anything more because I’m asexual. I don’t really, I dunno, have a lot of interest in sex? I mean maybe I could be if we talked about it but it’s never really on my mind. It’s got nothing to do with how you look, Wade. I like how you look just fine. I think you’re pretty cute, that’s part of why I’m dating you. Also your muscles are amazing, the general aesthetic of your body and you lifting me up? That’s about as close to sexual attraction as I’ve ever come.”

Wade felt his world tilt and it was entirely unexpected. “Wait you’re-” All of Wade’s otherworldly knowledge hadn’t prepared him for that possibility. That almost never happened. 

Peter leaned down, bringing both his hands to cup Wade’s cheeks. “You’re not disgusting, Wade. And anyone who says that will get their mouth webbed shut.”

Wade nuzzled into Peter’s hand, “That’s not the best use of superhero powers.”

“I’m defending the innocent, hush it’s the perfect use of my powers.”

“Innocent?” Wade arched his brow, staring up at his boyfriend who actually wanted him.

“Okay, well… maybe not innocent in the traditional sense but you look the way you do because you survived, you fought through hell and you got out, and that’s pretty damn attractive.”

Wade wrapped his arms around Peter’s waist, pulling him in closer. Peter laughed, leaning in to kiss him soundly on the lips. “So, opening to talking about it?”

“Should have known you’d have a one track mind,” Peter huffed into the kiss. “Sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. I never wanted to make you feel like I wasn’t interested in you.”

Peter straddled Wade’s lap so they could cuddle more properly. His arms were around Wade’s back, holding him close like he always did then they were together. Holding him like something precious, like Peter was as surprised as Wade was that he could have something this tender. 

“It’s okay. I did it to myself mostly. One track mind remember?”

“Are you um- are you okay with me being-?”

“Huh? Yeah of course I am. If you never want to have sex, also fine. I love you for more than how you look in spandex, Petey.” Wade pressed soft kisses along Peter’s shoulder to reassure him. He didn’t want to let this go, not when he thought it was going to be pulled out from under him just moments ago. 

“I love you, too.” Peter whispered into Wade’s ear, his hands gripping his hoodie tighter. 

It wasn’t exactly how Wade meant to tell him that, but with Peter whispering it back, not giving him a second to doubt himself, he was content with his slip up. 

"You do look incredible in spandex, though." Wade grinned against Peter's neck.

Peter leaned into the touch, his voice taking on a more mischievous quality. "Oh I know, Wade. I know."

[anidealiveson]

Thanksvember Master Post

Day 1 - Like Coming Home - It has a super rare “wholesome plot twist”! Without spoiling anything too huge, I really like that @julesherondalex took the time to talk about how important it is to take care of yourself first. You can’t love someone else properly, the way they deserve, if you don’t have that same love for yourself. I wasn’t expecting the heartbreaking scene, but the beautiful way in which that topic was was approached neither took away from the story or the joy.

Day 2 - Must Love Dogs - An incredibly fluffy (literally) fic that I loved reading. @rosehallshadowsinger did a really great job weaving Azriel and Elain’s canon personalities into this adorable AU scenario. It is obvious @rosehallshadowsinger took care to create believable personalities for two characters that didn’t get POVs in the books.

Day 3 - Striking Matches -  I have to say that I wasn’t at all attracted to an AU fic about firefighters. I was also not a big Rowaelin fan before that, but I was work procrastinating so I gave it a try. Wellll, 30 parts later, I found myself delighted at the writing and sad it was over. I couldn’t believe how well @shyvioletcat cat was able to entirely re-characterize these two into such a different setting, yet still retaining what made them popular in the books. Aelin was perfect in her role as a snarky schoolteacher irritating the stoic firefighter Rowan. And the descriptions of the kids lining up at the firehouse demonstration and Jake’s adorable prodding was icing on the cake.

Day 4 - Close Quarters -  I really loved the way @lady-therion wrote Nesta in this modern AU. I particularly like how she equates Nesta’s sometimes standoffish attitude as a very relatable personality trait. She has trouble reading people and gauging situations. It’s well written and the dialogue is unique for a plot that is common in ff!

Day 5 - Like A Lonely House - It’s got a colossal I love Lucy level misunderstanding mixed in with a lot of tension and angst. This Nesta that is full of sacrifice and duty and fire is how I imagine the Nesta who feels that she has a stake in the Fae world would be like. @featherymalignancy wove such a captivating new world in Macar, that it felt a lot like being introduced to the 8th court in the ACOTAR world.

Day 6 - Death Dance - There are several takes out there that touch on Nesta in the Ilyrian camps, but I love how @thewayshedreamed interpreted Nesta’s skills on the battlefield as a calculated dance. Nesta has always been a raging storm, but I love how @thewayshedreamed took care to show us a Nesta that channeled that storm into discipline. If SJM never intended to release a Nessian focused book, I would have considered this a satisfying end to their story.

Day 7 - One Night Standards - I love the way @sassyhobbits writes Aelin with her typical extremely sassy exterior, but also made sure to saddle her with a vulnerable side that runs deep. I normally don’t care for slow burns, but I like the pace of her relationship with Rowan here, and that they had to work hard at it. I also like the plot lines that involved their PR stunts and how the public grew to love them as well.

Day 8 - Goose Chasing - Its the most absurd plot of any fanfic I’ve read! The title is not figurative. Its really does involve chasing a goose. @rhysismydaddy did a fantastic job encapsulating the spirit of silly Cassian and grumpy Nesta in a situation they’d likely never find themselves in, yet making it entirely believable. 

Day 9 - Manon Chooses The Worst Babysitter Possible - It’s such a casual and fluffy and hilarious read. It was fun to read about a softer and more delicate Manon. Through this absurd mistake, @sarah-bae-maas did an excellent job really humanizing Manon and postulating a fun in-world domestic scenario. 

Day 10 - My Hunger Knows No Bounds -  @perseusannabeth manages to take a simple concept and weave a sweet narrative. I particularly love how @perseusannabeth incorporated her personal details into it and took the time to share her lovely culture with us.

Day 11 - Knowing me, Knowing you - We never got to actually see Aelin rule Terrasen (well we got a tinyyy bit) in the books. Though this was modern day, @nalgenewhore tells a fun story of what that could have been like.

Day 12 -  Forever (is a long time) - @noodlecatposts takes Elide and Lorcan’s completely polar opposite personalities and spins an interesting (and frankly quite adorable) story. All the rules crack me up. My favorite Lorcan is the one that reminds me of Luke Danes from Gilmore Girls. Currently, he is in the middle of grumpily fixing up her flooded room, so I am sure that my favorite parts are yet to come.

Day 13 - Go Your Own Way - I appreciate @tomtenadia for putting to words a scene that I desperately wanted in ACOWAR or even ACOFAS. A lovely parallel to an equally lovely Fleetwood mac song.

Day 14 - In Which She Makes A Friend - It is no surprise that the fandom wants Nesta to find her place in the Illyrian mountains and even bring about some social change with the female warriors. But the way @bookstantrash got there was such a wonderful and endearing journey. Big fan of the callbacks to how Kaelin was treated and the similarities to a certain Illyrian warrior was when he was younger. We got to see a sweet Nesta, who I’d like to think was attempting to make up for some of her regrets through taking care of Kaelin.

Day 15 - The Ranch - As a huge fan of Sweet Home Alabama, its should be no surprise that I loved this fic by @tacmc . I enjoyed the slow change that we saw in a stubborn Nesta as she opened up to this new way of life and reconnected with her sisters and found a home with Cassian.

Day 16 - Felons - Such a unique interpretation of Nesta and Cassian. I really like the self-sacrificing Nesta angle and @rhysismydaddy did a great job weaving intrigue into the unraveling of what we knew to be a her innocence. I never read The Witness, but this really made me want to.

Day 17 - Of Books and Timber - Cassian offers to build a shelf for Nesta. The way @duskandstarlight goes through the entire range of emotions through Nesta is brilliant. She starts out with cold indifference, but by the end, we get from her a sweet and tender gesture of gratitude. Showing that meeting each other halfway with small gestures is all they ever needed.

Day 18 - You Should Sleep In My Bed More Often - I absolutely loved this quick exchange between Nesta and Cassian after she accidentally injures him. I can’t believe how much I laughed out loud when Cassian said “I need you to protect me closer”. @charincharge​ perfectly captured the teasing childish essence of Cassian and Nesta’s hilarious victim-blaming was so on the nose that I might have thought this was taken right out of ACOSAF.

Day 19 - The Right Swipe - I really enjoyed this take on the inner circle mixed with the super modern online dating plot. I especially love that @redisriding created genuinely realistic characters (body issues, social anxiety etc). Great read!

Day 20 - Goldfish Prompt - What a fun read. I love how frantic and much personality Feyre had here. I love how dedicated to her fish she was, and how that made her super endearing. Cute read from @azrielsiphons

Day 21 - The One With The Snowstorm -  What I really like is that Cassian actually says that he is sorry for his part in Nesta’s exile. I am not bitter about it, but it was an interesting turn. They need to meet halfway here and I rarely see it so well written as @joysbell has done here!

Day 22 - Prompt - A lovely and cute and sweet prompt written by @crowsvalentine​! I love the ramp up of suspense just to get to the hilarious payoff. Its adorable and worth the quick read.

Day 23 - Fix It -  is one by @thewayshedreamed​ that I love in its simplicity. It’s a small little argument Cassian and Nesta get into, but its still compelling. It’s sweet and super endearing the way the two of them are written and the subtle way they work through it. Great read!

Day 24 - I Do Bad Things To You - The mob angle may have been done before, but I don’t think with as much care and regard that @tswaney17​ has been giving it. I how the canon personalities of the characters translate so well into this modern AU. Its very obvious that @tswaney17​ has done her research. I especially love all the details around Elain as a surgeon. The story is compelling and well written and every chapter has me wanting more.

Day 25 - Love Her Like She should Be Loved - This is an excellent fic that I really loved. @julemmaes did such a great job translating some of the canon tension from ACOFAS into a modern world. It’s ripe with emotion, drama and quite a bit of heart. I love how earnestly Cassian comes to Nesta’s defense even in the face of going against his entire family. I like the reference to some very real psychological struggles. I think a lot of people can relate to it.

Day 26 - Literally In Love - I really enjoy the subtle mystery that follows this entire journey. I enjoy that @julesherondalex keeps us guessing, while simultaneously weaving a sweet and tender story about two shy teachers and just a slew of mishaps worthy of a Shakespearian drama.

Day 27 - The Shadow Bond - I love Azriel, and this is such a wonderful fic by @radientwings​ focusing on how his shadows might work. His shadows are the one thing that I am most curious about him in the series, so it was lovely to read such a well written interpretation of them.

Day 28 - Exes and Oh’s - Just a shout out to @highqueenofelfhame​ for this lovely story about rekindling past love. I like that even though the plot was uncomplicated, the emotions were not. I love that Aelin didn’t have a perfect reason for what she did, but sometimes that is just how things are. This is a story about taking a second chance, whether it’s deserved or not.

Day 29 - Fever - I really love this fic called Fever. I enjoyed how @lady-therion​ portrayed Nesta. She hit the entire gammut of characteristics (snarky, worried, vulnerable, caring, short-tempered, flirty, you name it!) but it really worked here. I found this nurse Nesta to be endearing and relatable and the dynamic between her and Cassian was very sweet. Just go read the damned thing.

Day 30 - Baby Steps - I really really love this fic. @runesandfaes did such a great job in just so few words to show a really sweet moment between Chaol, Yrene and their daughter learning to walk. I love the parallel back to when Chaol was learning to walk and the cameo of the golden couch. So sweet.

[dearcat1]

2,3,6,16,18,20

I have gone totally nuts, but, well, I also want to know 🙈😂

Don't worry! I'm all for being asked questions!

2. Favorite piece overall?

Hu, I think my baby, right now is Ameliorate which is the first part of the contract-verse series. It hasn't been published yet but I've been working on it for about a year, it's like a trilogy. Each part is long enough to be a book and I'm proud of how it's coming along. I like reading the later parts of it and noting just how far both Xanxus and Tsuna evolve in the length of the story.

Published? I think that would be The Dragon Prince and his Consort. I don't even know why, it just brings me so much joy but that one is only in Ko-Fi. If we're going by one that's open to everybody, I think that would be either The Thrill or Isolation. I like the dynamics in them.

3. Which was the hardest to write, in terms of plot?

That'd be Ameliorate, too. Funnily enough, when I first wrote it, it was going to be a 7 chapter long smutty story without much plot. And then, when I read it again my brain went: wait a minute, wait. What about all the political shifts here? The drama? The relationship development? The emotional evolution? So then it became a little bit of a struggle about moving the pieces of all those other points around a story that was going to be only seven chapters long. But then it ended up being too long so I decided that it would be divided into a series.

Which means, 4 plots. One overall plot of the entire story itseld and 3 plots of each part of the series. And so I had to rewrite everything again. Yikes, it's made me scream into the void but I'm also so happy with how it's coming along.

6. Idea that you always wanted to write but could never make work?

I guess there's a lot of somewhat darker themes that I would like to explore. Mostly as I deal with my own mental health and realize some things, I would like to put some of those thoughts into paper and watch them flow, almost like an outsider looking in and yet I have rarely managed to finish a story like that. Mostly because it becomes too much sometimes but also because I get worried that people are going to come after me for 'romanticizing' this or the other. Which it's not, it never is. It's just me trying to work through it, express myself.

16. 3 favorite comments ever received on fanfic.

I answered that one here. I'd answer again but trying to save people from having a truly more monstrously long post in their dash...

18. If you could go back and revise one of your older stories, which would it be?

Mizuiro, the information broker. Without a doubt. I like the story but it feels almost unfinished to me and I feel like my writing has evolved to the point where I could do a much better job of it now.

20. Go nuts, and talk about writing.

Holy shit, why put me in the spotlight like this? Hahahaha.

If I had to babble about writing, I'd complain. I'll be honest, I love writing. It's probably one of the skills I'm the proudest of. I love sharing it with other people and learning just how to convey the image in my head properly. It takes over me, however, which is something that I have a love-hate relationship with. I can be trying to sleep and this entire fully-fledged story decides that nope, it's writing time. And then when you get to writing it, in the hopes of getting to bed at some point, you note that this is scene #37 and you need to somehow write all the other scenes leading up to it and then all the other ones after that.

I think there are people out there that are writers because they sit down and make the conscious decision to do it and then there are writers like me who write out of self-preservation because we started one day and writing didn't let us go after that.

That said, I am thankful for that. During quarantine, writing is the one thing that kept me somewhat sane. It's an interesting ability because depending on which character you're writing, which moment in their life they are in, you have to more or less enter somebody else's mind and try to understand them, deep down. Who are they? What moves them? Why? Are they even making decisions or just reacting to the world around them?

When I write Xanxus, for example, and I'm doing his inner monologue about something that really pulls his strings, sometimes I have to stand up and pace in my room because I get so fucking angry. And yet he's my absolute favourite, I don't know what that says about me. Or Reborn, Reborn's inner thoughts can be so cold. He's an old man, trapped in this body that's not his and he's probably been a hitman for so long that he doesn't really remember how to be anything other than that. I think that even if he can be incredibly kind, in the back of his mind, he always is a hitman. It doesn't get turned off.

So when I try to understand his character, write about him and his thoughts, I tend to think of his love as something cold and possessive, even if the emotion itself is warm. I think he's the sort of person who can look at people around him and make a calculated assessment of those who surround him. Is it worth the inconvenience to kill them? Is the reward worth the unpaid hit? If he lets them die by their own stupidity, what will that mean for him? It takes a special kind of man to be both unaffiliated and so clearly respected by whole ass organizations. So on and so forth.

There's this scene in Ameliorate where Reborn notes that Timoteo just set off a domino event that is going to eventually lead to his death. Not any time soon, Reborn could avoid this, could warn him, could reel his student in. He doesn't even think about the possibility. All he thinks about the matter is that it's a shame. Old friends are hard to come by but Timoteo should have known better.

Human nature, in itself, fascinates me, simply by how diverse it is. So I love that, I play with that. If this happens, how would Xanxus, Tsuna, or whatever character I'm looking at react to that? What would they think? How do they feel about t? To a great extent, that's what my writing is about. That and the fluff. Because it makes me smile while I write it, too.

[naivesilver]

oh! 🏅 🌝💻 and also 🖊 for the fic asks <3

You're a menace, you 💖💖💖 thank you so much dear

Fanfic Ask Game

🏅 What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing?

So I've mentioned it in passing a few times, but this time last year I was right at the beginning of one of the biggest downward curves in my writing life. It was a poor mixture of struggling to complete a fic I'd put great expectations on and terrible mental health episodes hitting me while I wasn't looking, and it affected the way I wrote, read, engaged with other people's content (because I felt guilty that they were creating and I wasn't), and it took me literal months to get out of that spiral. I probably wouldn't even have, if it hadn't been for freenklin's help.

I felt the same shit tugging at the back of my brain recently. And you know what? It sucked, but I was able to say no siree. I'll write what makes me happy, at a pace that suits my needs and enjoyment, and it doesn't matter if I don't complete something in time for an imaginary schedule, or if someone gets to the same idea before I do because I was too busy to finish my own fic. This is supposed to be something that I do for fun, and I'm not letting jealousy, worry and obsessive need for attention take it from me again. Back off, intrusive thoughts.

🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to?

Eugene

Aajhfjkhsfjhjkhafajh no okay, I'd love to do some book!Geppetto focused work in the future, since he's often sidelined by more charismatic character in every fic I write. And if I ever break out of this Pinocchio focused phase...maybe take a shot at some less known Sonic ladies? Perhaps Belle or Hope Kintobor? Perhaps both? I love them too much and I want more content about them, sorry.

💻 Do you do research for your fics? What’s the deepest dive you’ve done?

I do lots of research, mostly for my own peace of my mind, because there are times where I can't even daydream about a fic properly if I'm missing some detail that seems crucial at the time. But more often than not it's devoted to very specific parts of the story, ie timelines or character ages, while I wing the the rest for the fun of it.

I don't know if I've taken SUCH deep dives, tbh. I've done some very dumb ones, though, like the time I spent an hour researching female martyrs for a throwaway line in a Good Omens fic that was never finished, or the day I looked up foster care regulations only to have fostering suggestions in every ad for the following six months. My search history is all over the place when I'm writing, but as I haven't written gore or lemony stuff in years, it'd probably look kinda amateurish compared to many other people's.

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

If you know, you know.

He was staring at Pinocchio in puzzled wonder, his mouth twisted in thought as he gave the younger boy a critical once over. “Well, you’re all in one piece, at least,” he said after a moment. There was an odd lilt to his voice as he spoke, a sharp, rough accent that Pinocchio couldn’t quite place – it wasn’t unpleasant, not by a long stretch, but it was a little strange, unlike anything he could remember ever hearing before.

[nineteenninety-six]

Could you do more fanfics with Adam? Or pregnant reader with tommy?

I’m going to do another one with Adam because I love writing them so much. I also reached 100 followers so thank you so much everyone! :D

Word Count: 1606

WELCOME TO THE WORLD

7 months pregnant and (Y/N)’s belly was big enough to balance a small plate of biscuits, which was exactly what she was doing. With a book in her hands and her biscuits balanced on her belly, (Y/N) was enjoying her Thursday afternoon. She was hiding from Tommy, who since the announcement of her pregnancy had become overly protective, not even wanting her to do even the smallest of things, so she was hiding out in the library of Arrow House where she was safe from Tommy’s overly concerned mutterings and actions.

She remembered when she had initially told him about her pregnancy, she had been so afraid and nervous about his reaction, fearing the worst that he would either leave her and make her raise the baby by herself or even worse, tell her to get rid of it. But instead he had been ecstatic, the smile never leaving his face for the rest of the week.

Tommy could feel (Y/N)’s gaze on him from where he sat in the living room, in fact she had been looking at him on and off all day but ever since they came into the living room an hour ago, her eyes hadn’t left him. He knew that she wasn’t going to speak first and that he’ll have to try and pry it out of her

“What’s on your mind?” Tommy didn’t look away from his newspaper.

“Huh? Oh nothing, why do you ask?”

“You’ve been looking at me all day, something is clearly on your mind.” 

(Y/N) wasn’t surprised that he caught on to her stares, they weren’t exactly subtle.

There was a moment of silence before (Y/N) spoke again, “This house is quite big for just the two of us don’t you think?”

It was. Arrow House was massive and the only people that lived there was the two of them plus the staff. 

“We can get a dog if you’re lonely.” Tommy was still looking at his newspaper.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and grumbled before she crawled across the couch to where he was sitting, pulling the newspaper out of his grip and throwing it somewhere over her shoulder, not caring where it landed. 

“That’s not what I meant.” (Y/N) whined, pouting at Tommy. 

“I was reading that.” Tommy was displeased about his newspaper being taken away. 

“Tough.” (Y/N) was still pouting so Tommy pulled her onto his lap so she was straddling him, dragging his hands over her thighs until he reached her hips where he rested them after giving them a quick squeeze. 

“Right. ’m sorry. What’s wrong?”

(Y/N) bit her lip, building the courage to tell him, “I’m…I’m…” 

Tommy gently rubbed circles on her hip hoping that it would calm her, he didn’t speak up knowing that she would only lose her nerve.

“I’m pregnant Tommy.” (Y/N)’s eyes where clenched shut, her nails digging painfully into his arm. 

Tommy froze in shock, “You’re pregnant?”

“Yea…” (Y/N)’s eyes were still clenched shut, afraid of what she would see.

“Really?”

“Yea..”

“Honestly?” Tommy still couldn’t believe it

“Tommy!” (Y/N) opened her eyes and saw Tommy with his eyes wide in shock and his mouth slightly agape 

“Sorry sorry…but are you really?”

“Yea…are you happy?” (Y/N) nervously asked.

“Happy? I’m fucking estatic love! Imagine a mini me or you…”

(Y/N) laughed, falling forward and hugging Tommy who wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, pulling her closer to him. 

(Y/N) slipped off Tommy’s lap and tucked herself into his side, cuddling close to him,

“Polly usually able to guess the gender right? I remember her doing to John’s kids.”

“Yeah, wanna go to her and find out?” Tommy said as he pulled her closer to him, kissing her forehead.

“No… I want it to be a surprise. Is that okay?” 

“Of course.”

Pregnancy was a rollercoaster but the little flutters and kicks she got made the nausea, back pain and swelling worth it and she along with the rest of the Shelby family couldn’t wait until the baby arrived. 

(Y/N) was enjoying her biscuits and her book when Tommy arrived in the library with a package in his hand,

“Of course you’re in here” Tommy made his way to where she was sitting and stood in front of her, “This came for you.” He said, rattling the package.

“Then why are you shaking it about you fool!” (Y/N) held her hands out for the package, unable to stand up and snatch it from him. 

Tommy handed her the parcel and paused when he saw the biscuits on her belly, shooting her a look, “Why have you got biscuits on your belly?”

“Easy access.” (Y/N) wasn’t even looking at him, more interested on opening the parcel.

Tommy couldn’t argue with that answer so he swiped a biscuit and threw himself into the seat next to (Y/N), grinning at her when she frowned at him. 

(Y/N) gasped as she tore open the package, a gorgeous, soft yellow and white blanket falling out,

“This is beautiful…” She said as she gently ran her fingers over the fabric.

Tommy had to admit that it was a lovely blanket, “Whose it from?”

(Y/N) shrugged her shoulders before she reached into the original packaging and pulled out a piece of paper, “There’s a note. It says;

Dear Mrs. Shelby,I cannot say I truly understand why you decided to get pregnant with the child of Thomas Shelby but nevertheless I extend my congratulations.I hope you enjoy the blanket, I asked one of the ladies down at the synagogue to knit it for me.~A.S

Tommy looked on unamused as (Y/N) giggled until she was red in the face and out of breath, 

“You done?”

(Y/N) managed to speak through the giggles that were still spilling through her lips, “You must remember to thank Alfie when you next see him. This was incredibly kind of him.”

Tommy rolled his eyes but nodded anyway, it was very kind of Alfie. 

“Did you talk to Polly?” (Y/N) had wanted Polly to help her when she went into labour so she asked if she could stay at Arrow House around the time she was due.

“Yes, she says she’ll be here.”

(Y/N) hummed and tucked herself into Tommy’s side as much as she could with her belly, “Have you thought of names?”

Tommy paused before he answered, “A few, what about you?”

“I like the name Isla if they’re a girl and James for a boy.”

“I like the name Isla.” Tommy nodded, taking (Y/N)’s hand into his and playing with her fingers, “I was thinking Sophia for a girl and Adam.”

“Ooh Adam’s a great name.” (Y/N) sat up and turned to properly face Tommy, “Okay so, Isla if it’s a girl and Adam if it’s a boy.”

Tommy smiled and nodded, pulling (Y/N) into a close hug before he kissed her.

The sound of (Y/N)’s screams was doing Tommy’s head in, he had originally holed himself up in his office after Polly told him he couldn’t be in the room. She had been in labour for 6 hours and Tommy has resorted to pacing the foyer unable to still still for more than 2 minutes.

They had wanted the birth to be private which meant that Tommy was downstairs by himself while only Polly and the midwife and doctor were with (Y/N) and that they will allow the rest of the family to visit in a few days. 

Tommy’s head shot up when (Y/N)’s screams suddenly stopped and when they didn’t start up again he ran up the stairs, fearing the worst. When he reached the landing that lead to their room he encountered the doctor who smiled at him,

“Congratulations” The doctor patted him on the back before making his way downstairs.

Tommy felt the breath leave him as he stood still in front of the door of their room, unable to move, the door opened a few minutes later and the midwife stepped out, giving him a polite nod before she left. The midwife left the door open and the little gurgles he could hear along with soft cooing softened his heart and gave him the courage to step into the room.

The sight that greeted him was one that Tommy would never forget. (Y/N) was sitting up against the headboard, sweaty but with the widest and brightest smile he had ever seen and in her arms was tucked a tiny wiggling baby.

“Tommy, meet your son Adam”

“Son?” Tommy slowly made his way to the bed.

“Yeah, your son.” (Y/N) had tears in her eyes as she gazed at her son.

Tommy sat on the bed and looked over and he couldn’t help but grin as he looked at Adam. He gently ran his finger over his soft cheeks, unable to believe he was finally here.

Adam began to squirm and cry which caused Polly to swoop in, Tommy only realising that she was still in the room when she did so.

“He’s just hungry, here” Polly helped (Y/N) as she started to feed Adam.

Polly left after making sure they were comfortable, telling them that she was just down the hall if they needed anything, giving the small family some peace and privacy. 

“I can’t believe it.” (Y/N) whispered, unable to look away from her son.

“Welcome to the world, Adam Michael Shelby”

[hi-dread]

Mirko x Reader

Foreword

This story is a fanfic of Boku no Hero Academia and the rabbit hero Mirko, also known as Rumi Usagiyama.

I chose to write it in first person, mostly because I want to add something to my life which I cannot get besides in my fantasy. I hope you enjoy reading this and do not find it cringe.

The following part of this, is just a bit backstory on me/the reader that will end up meeting Mirko. If you don’t care about the backstory (since it is pretty long) you can just skip it. Since my childhood, I always felt like that one kid in school that was always alone, even if they wanted to reach out for people. I did have a few friends that I hung out with at and after school. We usually played soccer whenever we had a lunchbreak or when we could do anything but assignments. I had a lot of fun (or so I thought), and when I had the time I would ask one of my “friends” if they wanted to play/hang out after school and most of the time they said yes. I preferred being at their house than at mine. I always felt awkward being home with a friend. Not that my mom or siblings were embarrassing in any way. I just didn’t have as many things as the friends I hung out with had. When we got to their house, we either played soccer in their backyard or played video games. Be it Call of Duty, Mario Kart or Sims. I was down for anything, even if I had to watch them play. I enjoyed my time being there. But as much fun as it seemed, I did not expect this to happen. I was persuaded into going to a soccer tournament since they lacked a few players, especially in the defense. I didn’t really have any high hopes for the tournament because I knew I would be lopped with the bad team and we lost 9 out of 10 games, if we were lucky  that is. As I expected, we got destroyed in the first match with a whopping score of 0-23. The second game wasn’t as bad, but still quite a bit, since we lost that with a score of 0-15. There was a third game, but I am unsure if there was a fourth game. Well, that doesn’t really matter in the end since we lost in the end. When the entire tournament was over, my birthday came up. It was all nice and good, but a few days after that, I suddenly felt a severe stinging pain in my left foot. I didn’t know what it was, all I could say is that I hurt so bad that I couldn’t walk, so I had to lend some crutches from my cousin. As usual when something is hurting and it won’t go away after a week, I went to the doctor, they touched my foot and I nearly cry in pain. They send me to get an x-ray scan of the foot. Nothing showed up, so they sent me to the HR, which for those who don’t know what that is, it’s just a huge machine, making a lot of noise which will show pictures of the scanned object in a more detailed way. As I hoped it would show something, they said there was not anything wrong with the foot. At this the doctors were quite annoyed with my presence and my persistence of the pain in my foot. So, after 4 months of agonizing pain and a very bad start of a new school year, I was referred to a new hospital where they saw the old x-scan of my foot and showed me it. I could clearly see my foot was broken. They wanted to do a rescan of my foot to see how much it was healed and then they wanted to put a cast on it. I was happy they figured what was wrong out and that they helped me, but what was missing was my absence in school. Most of my classmates knew as much as I did, maybe less, but they kept asking me if they could use my crutches. I gave them permission. But there was also those who felt as if I were getting too much attention and even said to me that there was nothing wrong with my foot and I should stop walking with the crutches. As many would have thought, I thought the same; “how rude”. I shrugged it off.

Eventually, the cast would  be taken off and I had to learn how to walk again. As I regained my mobility, I slowly lost my interest in other things. My social life slowly dwindled, and I stopped going to soccer since I felt it got too serious and I didn’t get anywhere (mostly because I was put on the losing team). One and a half year went by and I got into a new class. Everything seemed fine and I was in an association of runners and I ran a few times a week to keep up my physique. But as I was out running on a Sunday, my knee suddenly felt dull and painful. I must note I did not even run 500 meters. But as the pain grew, my mobility in my knee fell. It locked itself in place and I could barely bend it. I told the others I could not keep going and they should just go without me and I would go back to where we started. I limbed back, sat down, yet still having pain. A week went by, and I was forced back on crutches and I was unable to have anything on my knee because even that felt painful. Same deal as before, I went to the doctors, they scanned it. Both x-ray and HR, but nothing had any results. 6 months later my doctor referred me to a private hospital where the doctor, after a few ‘tests’ knew exactly who I should go to because he has dealt with patients with similar symptoms. After I met the new doctor, he gave me some meds and they worked for around 3 months. In the 3 months, I could wear normal jeans, walk, and run properly, but after those months went by, it was back to the crutches. I was hospitalized a month after the fallback and was in rehabilitation. I got some tasks I had to do to fix the pain, even though they didn’t make sense. They basically told me I had to rub my knee with a towel for 60 seconds 3 times with a 30-60 second interval. Long story short, it worked, and I didn’t have any pain after the 4 weeks at the hospital. Though, I was forced to take some medicine, but as long as I didn’t feel any pain and I could walk, I was happy. I finished school after one and a half years with decent grades. Nothing I could do much about since I am not the best at the oral exams, though I was happy with the results. I went to high school, hoping everything would turn out well, but the knee pain came back. I’d say I had a “great” start on high school if you ask me. Even though my mom was very concerned about my grades and how well it went at school, I somehow pulled through. Even the 3 years prior with an absence percentage of more than 50%. The only reason I could pull through these agonizing years was thanks  to anime and manga. Since my knee pain would pull me out of school and tear apart my social life, even if I didn’t even have any to begin with, I felt some kind of joy with reading manga and watch anime when I could. Even though the first 2 years of high school felt like hell, I finished a few classes and got a better exam grade than some of my other classmates. It went well and as I was frequently going to a psychologist, reason being my knee pain (it’s mostly mental (think of phantom pain, then you’d understand, I hope)), but also because they found out I had suicidal thoughts. Even though I had those thoughts, I didn’t try to do anything since I had grown an anxiety for pain. But as I was going back and forth at the psychologists, they managed to find out I had a severe depression and might’ve had it for more than 6 years (at that point, I already knew I had a depression, but didn’t have the diagnose) and they also found out I had autism, not much, but enough to give me the diagnose Asperger’s Syndrome. I was fine with it, yet they didn’t give me many tools to deal with my depression, but I had my anime and manga, so I still had some hope. 

Enjoy.

Chapter 1: What I desire

Well, now that we have that sappy story out of the way, we’re back to the present, where I am still dealing with a severe depression, not finding an end to it. Well, the pain I have in the knee has come back, but not as severe as it used to be. I go to the gym on a regular basis. It used to be 5 times a week, but my psychologist thought it would be best if I went there 3 times a week instead. Before the pandemic hit I would do a lot of stomach exercises and work with my knee, but after all the precautions, I can’t do many of them, so I chose to just run with a pace of 9 km/h or 6 mi/h for 20 minutes for the last 10, I’d increase it to 10 km/h. When I am done with that, I’d do some sit-ups and pull-ups for around 20 minutes. When I tell people that I go to the gym a few times a week, there’s always the follow up question “Then you must like it, right?”, but that’s actually not the case. I despise it, but I must do it, so I have been told, that is. The reason why I actually run for 30 minutes is because I watched the anime Kaze ga Tsuyoku Fuiteiru (Run With the Wind). It seemed inspiring how they were running and the amount of fun they had with it, so I wanted that too. I envied the fun they had when they were running together. But thanks to the diagnosis – my  Asperger’s – I cannot feel any human emotions, such as happiness, sadness, or anger. For me, I am just confused. But now I have a new goal for my workout. I have been reading Boku no Hero Academia – almost from when it was released – and have enjoyed it ever since. But one day, a certain hero was introduced. Yes, Rumi Usagiyama, the rabbit hero: Mirko. When she first appeared in the hero ranking right after All Might’s fight vs AFO, she has been on my mind a lot. Her cocky line, her daring attitude, and her epic hero entrance when Endeavor beat the first HE Nomu, give me goosebumps. The way she fights and how she is as a hero, always working to fight villains and to protect civilians, is something I look up to. She is my hero, and maybe my waifu. So much as I want merch of her. But don’t get me wrong, I am well aware that she’s out of my league and I am just a very unlucky kid, plus I live in a world where quirks don’t exist. She’s a fictional character and I am a person who reads Japanese comics for fun. But I can at least try to do my best to look fit and be in shape and prepare myself for what will happen next.

To be continued.