#and can't write for crap

[sugarskies]

exposed

summary: john worships admires bob's waist. and also teases him while hiding under a blanket from yelena. because he can. word count: 944 notes: i saw this post earlier and then i sat down to write and this came out of me. sometimes i need to write something silly idk. anyway this is kinda steamy but not explicit so maybe 16+ please

Bob put the backs of his hands over his eyes when he yawned, not realizing his shirt had ridden up until John’s hands were on his hips.

His fingers pushed into Bob’s skin, his thumbs resting on his protruding pelvic bone. John’s breath was hot when he lightly bit his earlobe, burning when he pressed an extended kiss to his neck.

“We’re alone,” John started, and Bob nodded because he figured. John wouldn’t have touched him where the others could see; wasn’t comfortable enough in his sexuality to tell anyone about their unlabeled relationship.

“And?” asked Bob.

John kissed his skin two more times as his fingers sneaked around to the front of Bob’s stomach, wrapped fully around him. He glanced at Bob’s face for permission and Bob nodded before John less-than-gracefully threw him over his shoulder.

He carried Bob the short distance from the window to the couch. Bob inhaled sharply as the back of his head hit its arm—John would get it right eventually, he insisted—and shimmied down to get more comfortable as John crawled on top of him.

Bob didn’t fully understand what it was that drew John to his waist, but he wasn’t that familiar with that part of his body in general. It was different after the serum. Stronger, healthier. He closed his eyes and let out a low exhale as John pushed his shirt up to his pecs.

His hands squeezed Bob’s hips as he positioned himself between his legs. Bob dropped his left leg on the floor, his right knee bent against the back of the couch. John placed one kiss under Bob’s belly button before he moved down.

“Fuck.”

John’s fingers curled into Bob’s waistband as his tongue grazed his happy trail. Weird as it was, that always made Bob feel good—a reminder that John still loved the most masculine parts of him even when he wouldn’t say the words, “I’m bisexual.”

He turned his head on an angle, kissed around Bob’s pelvic bone, and gently pulled on his skin. Bob let out a soft moan when John sucked on him where no one would see, where it could stay their secret forever.

Slowly, John made his way down. He tugged at the fabric around Bob’s waist, kissing him in a line until his beard tickled the top of Bob’s hair. Then, just as he pushed one hand fully down the side of Bob’s leg, ready for the kill, the elevator dinged.

Panicked, Bob grabbed the blanket on the back of the couch and threw it over both him and John. He quickly tucked his left leg back on the couch and kicked John lightly until he made himself as flat as he could against the furniture.

“Hey, Bob.” Yelena fiddled with the speaker in her ear, her gaze on her phone as she hopped up the stairs to the bar. John’s hand slid out of Bob’s pants as steadily as possible. “Sorry to interrupt, I’m just getting a seltzer.”

“No, you’re fine,” said Bob, who was definitely not reading the book he’d thrown into his hands. He swallowed his gasp when John’s hand shifted again, made the evil move of cupping him when he was trying to talk. “I’m just reading.”

“Anything good?”

If anything was an option, then something good was how John’s breath felt against his waist, how he bounced just the tiniest bit as he kissed Bob’s belly button and failed to fully contain his amusement.

“Yeah, it’s just, uh—” What fucking book was he holding? “—it’s about aliens. Although it feels dated now that we’ve been invaded by aliens… how many times?”

“I stopped counting.” Yelena dropped a handful of ice into her glass. John’s devilish little tongue snaked out of his mouth, licked the same spot his lips had kissed. “Have you ever seen one?”

He couldn’t think with John’s tongue on his skin, his fingers dug into his hips. “One what?”

“Aliens.”

“Oh. No.” Bob bonked John in the head with his knee while Yelena’s back was turned and he finally stilled, his fingers tight around Bob’s waist. “I wasn’t near where any of them happened, and I was high when they were in the news.”

Yelena nodded as she poured her seltzer—AKA sparkling grapefruit water—into her glass. She tapped on her phone as she walked back to the elevator.

“Let me know if you’re curious about any of them. My sister told me about them all.” She pressed the button for the elevator and waited for it to open. “But, and feel free to correct me, I’m pretty sure there are no aliens in Jurassic Park.”

“Oh.”

He glanced down at the book he was holding and, once again, John vibrated against Bob’s stomach as his amusement escaped him. Then he froze when the elevator chimed and Yelena added,

“And Walker, if you want to suck off Bob, please do it in your room.”

The doors closed before Bob could fully process what happened. When he did, he put a hand on his face as his shoulders shook from suppressed laughter. He tossed the blanket back over the side of the couch and stopped when he realized John’s expression was still.

“Hey.” Bob placed his first two knuckles under John’s chin and nudged him upward. “You okay?”

John didn’t answer. Because of course, he had to keep everything buried inside him. He said nothing as Bob slid his hands through his hair, nothing as Bob leaned their foreheads together. But the passion he shared when their lips met spoke volumes for what he wanted versus what he believed he should have.

[skibasyndrome]

I hope everybody who's ever sent me a prompt and not heard back yet knows that I am just a chaos gremlin with poor time management skills and a silly amount of google docs but i WILL get back to you and I WILL finish that fic for you!!! you WILL see it!!!

[novella-november]

Honestly, that ask really just shows just how easy it would have been for certain companies to respond properly to AI questions -- that is, to say, in a shorter post:

While I can't stop you, not only do I disprove, but I have *explicitly banned AI from this challenge.* If you acknowledge the rules of no plagiarism and no AI, and use AI to generate your 30,000 words regardless, you will at least be forced to admit to *yourself* that even if you didn't consider it as such before, you are, in fact, *cheating*. And, in doing so you are not only defeating the point of the community challenge, but also harming your fellow writers and artists every time you put more info in and get more info out of the Plagiarism Machine. If you decide not only to *cheat* in the challenge, but also then go on to proudly brag about how you used AI to generate your work, or post content like images that are clearly AI generated..... well, that's on you when you find yourself blocked by a few thousand writers and artists at once, isn't it? This community event has no formal submissions, so it is based on the honor system -- and that, of course means that when you choose to break the rules.... you'll feel it when you *break that code of honor.* Maybe you won't notice it at first, but you definitely will when you find yourself suddenly unable to interact with a few hundred accounts from cool authors and writers, who are all happily chatting and exchanging ideas -- all while your posts in the tags receive 0 notes because you don't realize it but everyone's blocked you....

[greypetrel]

The next prompt I have is "Underwater kiss" and I'm here like:

[amtrak12]

Just saw someone say they don't want to post their fics on AO3 because 'the tag system and search function are a nightmare for most sane end users'

????????????????????

[marimeeko]

Somehow, writing my fic is the one thing I can concentrate on even on my 4 day weekend, so here, have a little snippet of chapter 9! It may be out pretty darn soon, it's coming together really easily.

As usual, here's the link to my AO3

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“Aren't you supposed to be on patrol with a certain someone?” Ochako flashed her eyes towards Katsuki, whose crimson eyes had been not-so-secretly trained on them the whole time. “A certain someone who is trying, unsuccessfully, to be subtle about how bad he wants you back there, doting on him instead?” She arched her eyebrows at Izuku, who tensed at the suggestion. 

“I, uh…He is??” Izuku blushed, not daring to turn and look for himself.

“Subtlety isn’t exactly his thing, Izuku.” She balled up a fist and playfully punched him in the arm, making sure to make a show of it.

“Go on, I’ve got this handled. Have fun!”

 “Dude, she punched him on the arm, that was a total bro-move,” Kirishima hastily whispered into Katsuki’s ear as Izuku turned and walked back to them, running his hands through his dusty hair. “No way are they a couple!”

“Shut up, shut up!” Katsuki hissed right back, elbowing Kirishima again.

[popcorn-plots]

Febuwhump 2025 Masterlist!

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Day 1: Vocal chords | 489 w. | Tony choked slightly as Thanos pressed the blade into his throat. “I haven’t got the stone, Wizard.”

“I’ll give it to you. I promise. Just let him go-”

Tony cried out and Stephen choked on his fear. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 2: Holding back tears | 100 w. | Reagan Torres wasn't special. Cadimus called her different. The magi in her town thought otherwise. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 3: Pinned down | 211 w. | The easiest way to take down the Sorcerer Supreme is to go for his hands. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 4: Hivemind (Alt: body horror) | 436 w. | Magic always comes with a price. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 5: Not trusting reality | 228 w. | Tony Stark was a visionary, until his dreams turned him into the monster. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 6: Forced to stay awake | 100 w. | Stephen forces himself to study for finals in the face of his parents' ultimatum. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 7: Alternative timeline self | 915 w. | Tony Stark meets Superior Iron Man. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 8: Bleeding out | 1,040 w. | The arc reactor causes Tony a myriad of health issues. Thankfully, he has FRIDAY to alert the medical team when things go wrong. He's grateful for his creation, because without her, he would have been dead within minutes. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 9: Necromancy | 403 w. | Stephen learns of Victor's death. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 10: Magical exhaustion | 1,264 w. | Stephen passes out at an Avengers conference after he drains his magic in a fight. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 11: Demonic possession | 364 w. | The Cloak gets possessed. Stephen isn't amused. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 12: Used as practice | 211 w. | Noel Jackson had always hated Stephen Strange. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 13: "I don't trust anyone else." | 984 w. | Tony and Wong find comfort in each other after Stephen's death. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 14: Becoming the monster | 251 w. | Tony yells at Peter, then realizes that he's becoming the one thing he swore he wouldn't be. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 15: Icarus | 920 w. | Stephen had sworn off love after his mother had died from it. How ironic that his life was bound by the same fate. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 16: Eaten alive | 100 w. | Dad is eaten alive by his grief and Crow can't fix the monster that Dad's become. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 17: Power instability | 200 w. | Wong has never been one for competition. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 18: Living weapon | 100 w. | Wong watches as Mister Misery destroys everything he's sacrificed to protect. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 19: Death wish | 346 w. | Sometimes, Stephen wished that the accident had killed him instead. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 20: "I did good, right?" | 400 w. | Peter snaps instead of Tony, then Stephen catches Tony when he falls. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 21: Put on display | 223 w. | Stephen's captors liked to put him on display at their zoo while they studied him. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 22: "Grab the little one." | 2,299 w. | Wong's past catches up to him. Stephen grabs America and hides. Then, he and Wong prepare to start new lives with their little family. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 23: Gunshot wound | 253 w. | Wong goes down under fire. Good thing Stephen's the best damned field doctor in the army. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 24: Forced to beg | 100 w. | Wong never begs. Until his husband's life is at stake | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 25: Bound and gagged | 323 w. | The Wong that Stephen fell in love with was gone. Whoever was staring at him now wasn't his husband. | Ao3 | Tumblr (explicit)

Day 26: Concealing an injury | 357 w. | Somehow, no one told Stephen that his husband was in the hospital for emergency surgery after being stabbed by a violent library patron. In the hospital's defense, they did inform Christine. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 27: Post-victory collapse | 528 w. | No one expected that such a small fight would lead to the death of one Stephen Strange. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 28: Recovery | 409 w. | Stephen wakes up. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Ao3 Series | Febuwhump 2024 (Ao3, Tumblr)

@febuwhump

[charlotte-fleming]

vast!avatar x buried!avatar. can anyone hear me.

[portraitofalinkonfyre]

who do you post such filth

You're going to have to be more specific, Anon. I post a lot of filth. If you'd like to file a formal complaint, feel free to consult DEEZ NUTS.

Good day.

EDIT: *why. If you're going to insult me, at least use proper grammar, heathen.

[marshmellowtea]

the whole tma season five situation especially sucks because i do genuinely think that the first four seasons of tma were really good. they definitely had their flaws and they're certainly not above criticism but overall i felt it was a really good narrative and frankly it would've been perfectly fine if it ended there. season four's ending was an excellent accumulation of the horrors that had building up throughout the series, and i really do think it would've made a great and actually haunting ending if that's where the podcast left us, especially given the mess that was season five's ending.

given that, though, i do also think that season five wouldn't have been as bad as it was if it hadn't been so fucking long and it was instead treated as a coda to the story that had been building instead of being a bloated continuation that ruined most of the characters and turned j.onmartin into the weird abusive mess that the narrative (and fandom!) refused to acknowledge. unfortunately, tma was rusty quill's cash cow (still is i guess. ugh) and the season five we did get came along and made me so angry that i can't even think about touching those first seasons again without getting nauseous with rage lol. that's the real tragedy of the podcast, it failed in every possible way to follow up on the cathartic tragedy that was promised and instead just left us with something bland and infuriating and i still haven't forgiven it 🙄

[weedle-testaburger]

i love how after his first run on doctor who i think everyone expected murray gold to be putting out haunting orchestral background music (possibly the same ones repeated every episode) and instead all his most notable music has been deliberately silly song numbers. i hope that man's having the time of his life

[eightspringdays]

I think as I grow older, I become less interested in meta and fandom analyses, and I just want to read people smooching and being in love. my brain is too occupied with irl shit, I just want to be silly I don't want to THINK

[kiranahanabusa]

Hi so uh, I just finished the game within a week(or lesser than that IDK) with all the boys' route and good to say that this game had ruined me for damn good skskks. Mind you that my sister introduced this game to me lmao and I got too invested that I made an oc because I'm a damn simp lel

So yeah, this is my ver of the game's mc, meet Yuna! I made some alterations(?) on the mc to my likening since I'm still annoyed because there is no slapping Finn's hand away during the early part of the game like sir, this is my personal space(And tbh, Finn is also the reason why I played the game, his design hooked me in)

So about Yuna, she is used to have way older alias before ZUTTO Night which is Yume, she had the Yume alias during the final year of middle school and then creates ZUTTO Night alias as the second one so basically she have two identity on internet. (I took some of the game's set up because why not)

Yume used to be a cover artist and kinda popular.She also used to create original songs and tracks and instrumenal covers. For the ZUTTO Night alias and account, she only creates tracks and music ofc. But the moment Yuna entered the first year of University,she quitted as she never felt she is good enough, she had such low confidence in herself and voice so that is why she focused on composing rather than singing currently.

During the first meeting with ALL⊿tius(cant believe I had to copy-paste this),she is resistant to Finn's charms and flirting as she slapped his hand away and did a 180° kick to scare him away because uh, she ain't gonna let herself get touched like that without consent!

[theyaremycrocsyoudonut]

I have beef with the Shameless writers once again. In the whole Fiona-Lip debate of the fandom, I personally tend to support Lip a bit more, even though I think that comparing the two is completely pointless as they are fundamentally different characters. But, I think that Lip's attitude towards Fiona's alcoholism is an avoidable and incredibly idiotic writing error. I'll elaborate. The writers have spent seasons 7-9 building Lip as a character that has struggled with alcoholism, that has relapsed after getting sober, that became a sponsor, that cares, even when he doesn't "have" to, about other people and their difficulties, that is always there when you need him, that supports you, even when you don't want him to out of pure pettiness, and so on. So when his own sister, who has raised him at a great personal cost (granted not perfectly but what do you expect from someone that was practically forced into motherhood at the age of 9?), fights her own battle with alcoholism after her whole world comes crumbling down from every possible angle, you'd logically expect Lip to at the very least be there for her. But the writers decided to go a different way. For no reason at all, they made Lip be supportive of literally everyone else that drank, except Fiona. It doesn't make sense and it pisses me off because it's like they are throwing away years of character development down the drain in a way that essentially insults the audience's ability to grasp simple fucking concepts. It was a scenariographical mistake and that is a hill I'm willing to die on.

[twilight-deviant]

But why was the writing so bad?

[thenexusofsouls]

{i am the caretaker of souls} Update on my internet situation below, but the tl;dr is that it's still essentially unusable. T_T

My internet is still essentially useless. The problem appears to be that download speeds are excellent, and upload speeds are almost zero. I can make a post and write in it, but I can't upload any pictures, can't save it, can't post it, and sometimes if the post/save fails, it dumps the whole post. I spent my whole day trying to get work done too and wasn't able to really get much of any of it completed. I'm writing this post using my phone's data plan, but I'm already getting overage charges and that's not good, so I can't keep using data to post on here.

Around 4:30 PM, everything in the house went dark. The TVs, the wireless on both phones and computers, all the streaming services, totally dead. That lasted about a half hour and then it seemed to come back. We got a call from our ISP saying there was a problem and they fixed it, so we thought oh okay great! Nope. It's... the same as it was before. So unless something changes, I'm not going to be able to get much done on this site at all, for any of my blogs.

I'm angry as hell, because I don't have a lot of free time, so to have it wasted like this is beyond infuriating, but there's really nothing I can do about it except call the ISP, which is what I'm going to do at 8AM tomorrow morning. I'll probably have to sit around all day and wait for some tech guy to come here and tell me it's my fault somehow, but hey, that's all I can think of to do. I've already reset my router and done all other usual quick fixes, to no avail. So.... I'm sorry guys, I thought I was going to get so much done this week and I'm just... not able to.

I'll write offline tonight and just save all my replies and things, but I can't post anything until my internet gets fixed. If it magically comes back, I'll post, but I don't have much hope for tonight. Maybe tomorrow they can fix it, who knows. But yeah, that's where I'm at right now. T_T