#at this point I'm just writing mini fics or something here? idk

[lesbianwithchainsaws]

It's been several years since Troy returned from his trip sailing around the world and now he and Abed live in LA together. Their place isn't some huge mansion with a built in movie theatre or anything super impressive and cool. Instead they have a decent apartment and maybe one day they'll get a small house, but even now their place is so unapologetically theirs. Abed's a full time writer/director now. He's not Hollywood big and maybe he never will be, but his films do well with critics and have their own dedicated audience. Some of his work eventually gets more of a cult movie status. And the success is enough for Abed to be happy. Troy does a bunch of different things. He can make money with his repair skills, but he also tries to do so many other things just because he can. On his trip, Troy figured out that he loves just doing whatever sounds fun. It's not just one big thing that makes him himself, it's all these different little things and Troy wants to try everything.

Abed has a whole collection of DVDs that's grown so big they've bought several extra shelves for them. Every time Troy goes out and spots a DVD that they don't yet have, he makes sure to buy it for Abed. And whenever anyone from the study group visits, they bring a DVD with them as a gift. Sometimes they bring a DVD that Troy and Abed already have, but the study group tries their best to find something they don't yet have in their huge collection. Annie one day gifts them a rare Inspector Spacetime DVD collection that was limited edition, and Troy and Abed think she's the coolest person ever.

Neither Troy nor Abed ever outright tell the study group that they've become a couple, but the study group sees it themselves. It's impossible not to see it. There's a bit of a surprise when there's a whole wedding invitation sent their way, but it just makes sense that Troy and Abed are together. The wedding invitation has a few movie references. Jeff is the only one that gets all of them. Frankie doesn't get a single reference. It doesn't matter though, they all attend. They don't see each other as often as they did at Greendale, but things are better. They all still love each other so much

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Hello friend! I'm in love with your writing!!! 😍😍😍😍😍

Idk if your requests are still open but I'd like to request something if you don't mind!

I LOVED the hurt/comfort/whump fic you did for Hunter. Could you possibly do something like that for Tech x Reader?

Maybe Tech and the reader are on a mission together or maybe they've crash landed somewhere or something. The reader is badly hurt and Tech has to take care of her and treat her wounds and save her and comfort her in his own special Tech way 😂😍

Oh @arctrooper69 what can I say? I mean ... I think a thank you is just not enough. You have made my day with this request, so I took my time to give it the proper respect it deserves. I hope you like it. If it wasn't exactly what you were looking for I do apologize.

Please note that you are always welcome to send in requests. As this is a special request, it will be stored in my One Shots & Mini Series Master List.

The story got a little away from at 1400+ words, but I hope it's close to what you wanted.

And who doesn't love Tech. I love this adorable nerdy man.

Love oo,

His Promise

Warnings: Snow, injury, blood, explosions, crash, grief, fear, anxiety, hurt, fluff, near death, feelings of being a burden, getting in the way, I think that's it. If I miss any, please let me know.

Please note the explanation of Snow, Tech gives, was taken from the National Snow and Ice Data Centre.

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The wind was picking up, as the snow piled down and was doing everything in its power to keep you and Tech from being rescued. You looked at the snow as it came down in sheets outside the entrance of the cavern he found, mesmerized by its beauty. 

“It’s beautiful and so calming …” you said slowly, your body already weakened from your injury and loss of blood.

“What are you talking about?” Tech did his best not to let the slowness of your breathing or even the breathless way you were speaking affect him. His anxiety was already high, and his fear of losing you was nearing his breaking point. 

“The snow…” you kept watching the soft flakes float down as they gently landed on the ground, piling on top of one another, almost as though they were unable to survive without the comfort of those around them. 

Tech glanced up to see the blizzard which prevented you both from leaving. As he watched the speed of the wind, he calculated it would’ve been nearly impossible for Hunter to bring the ship close to them. As he looked at the used bandages already soaked through with your blood his fear only grew. You needed immediate medical attention, more than he could provide at the moment, or it would mean certain death for you to be out here any longer.

Frankly, he couldn’t stop picturing the way you lunged forward as the ship crashed. He was helpless to watch you, as your body fell forward against the console, as a piece of the console broke off and jabbed you in your abdomen. It all happened too fast and somehow in slow motion. He could still hear your scream piercing his ear as he pulled you off the console.

He tried to stop the bleeding right away, however when he went to look for the med kit, he realized only too late that it had fallen out of the shuttle when the engine and the side compartment blew. All he had left were his emergency bandages and gauze and they weren’t nearly enough. 

At that moment, he couldn’t care less about how beautiful the snow was or how calming the blizzard looked from inside a cavern, that he only had to find because that piece of osik shuttle decided to have a fuel leak, catching on fire. 

Within seconds he had needed to drag you out of the relatively warm and safe shelter you both had, grabbing what supplies he could before the ship blew up. Thankfully, he had been able to send a message to Hunter when the shuttle crashed initially. So it was only a matter of time before the Marauder showed up, but …

His eyes fell back to the bundle of used gauze, his anxiety climbing as he knew you needed more first aid than he could provide at the moment. You needed the Marauder, you needed his med kit that he carefully stocked and kept safe on board the Marauder. At this point in time, he didn’t care about any kriffing snow.

“Snow is an accumulation of packed ice crystals. The condition of the packed crystals determines a variety of attributes, such as colour, temperature and water equivalent. As weather conditions change, the packed ice crystals can change as well, and this affects the characteristics of snow.”

You chuckled at his ability to pull forth information like it was nothing. Unfortunately the chuckle turned to coughing. Only causing you to dribble more blood out of your mouth, you wiped away what you could. He didn’t need to see that, “Tech …” you coughed again, “turn off your brain for two seconds, don’t think and just look. Just watch.”

He pulled the heater closer towards you, “Stop talking and try and warm up.”

“Tech…” you held his hand, “just look.”

His eyes drifted up your body, till he locked eyes with you. They were pleading for him to listen and to just have him appreciate what you found mesmerizing. He tried to follow your advice, focusing on the snow, but all his mind kept drifting back to was this blizzard that was preventing you from getting the medical attention you needed, so desperately. 

He shook his head focusing back on your abdomen, trying to stop the bleeding. Trying his best to keep you with him. 

“Tech,” you gripped his wrist “… stop …”

“No.”

His tone was firm and full of anger, why did he agree to let you come with him? If he used his brain instead of allowing his feelings for you to dictate his actions, you wouldn’t have been here. You wouldn’t have gotten hurt. Why did you always insist on following him? Why didn’t you just stay behind on Pabu? Simply because you wanted to see the galaxy, and he was excited to show it to you? It was his fault you were here. It was his fault you were in danger. It was his fault he … was going to lose you.

“Tech …” you squeezed his wrist. He removed your hand from his wrist, placing it off to the side as he focused on your wound. He didn’t deserve your touch, he didn’t deserve to have you comfort him. It was his fault you both crashed on this force forsaken planet. 

There was nothing you could do as you watched Tech pull away. 

From the moment you met him on Pabu, the way he worked with Phee as he helped rescue the villagers when the rogue wave was rushing towards the island, and the way he helped make everything more ‘efficient,’ you couldn’t help but fall in love with him. You wanted to learn from him, to listen to him go on with regards to anything and everything. Only problem was you never had the courage to actually utter the words you were dying to. Phee told you time and time again, ‘later’ was never a guarantee, and now as you lay on the cold floor of the cavern you were in, bleeding out of your abdomen, you realized how little time there was left. 

  Tears welled up in your eyes, as you realized you needed to unburden yourself. You needed to tell him what had been pressing on your heart before you didn’t have the strength to, it didn’t help that you were feeling weaker with each passing second. Also didn’t help that you could tell he was angry, actually a more accurate description would be infuriated, more than likely at you.

“I’m sorry.” You offered the only apology you could. “I’m sorry I’m such a burden, even now.” You took in a shuddering breath as Tech stopped moving his hands for two seconds as he focused on your face. “I’m sorry for always pestering you to teach me,” you offered, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry for not listening,” a tear slid down your cheek, “I’m sorry for putting you in this position. To have to feel responsible for someone like me.” 

He shook his head, his teeth clenched as his anger, grief, fear, and sadness overwhelmed him completely in that moment. He pulled off his helmet and placed it beside him. 

“Stop.” It was his only command.

“Please, I …” you coughed again, trying to not cough on him. “I just want … I need to …”

He cut off your speech as his hand cupped your cheek, “Cyar’ika …” tears welled up in his eyes, “you were … are never a burden.” He couldn’t believe that’s what you thought of him… that’s what you believed he felt for you. He shook his head again as he pressed his forehead to yours. “I have loved every second we have spent together. I made a point to record every moment with you, because they were more precious to me than breathing.”

You held on to his bicep, keeping him close as tears streamed down your cheek, “Tech … I … I don’t want to go… I want … I want to stay here with you…”

“You’re not going anywhere. I just got you …” his tears landed on your cheeks, mixing with your own, “you’ll be okay. I promise.”

“Hold me… please… just hold me until…I can’t feel your arms anymore.”

“I’ll hold you longer than that,” Tech pulled you into his arms, lifting you off the ground as he felt your body grow weaker. Your eyes were closed, your body was growing pale. He was so focused on you, he didn’t hear the voices calling out to him, at least not until he felt Hunter’s hand on his shoulder. He didn’t wait, there were no more seconds to lose. He rushed towards the Marauder with you in his arms, he wasn’t going to lose you. He promised. He was going to bring you back.

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[pixiesfz]

would you write a jessie fic where her and reader are babysitting for a friend? i love ur work 💗💗

hmmmmm YES! also guys I need more rquests I'm struggling on ideas myself so request away (:

practice? j.f

plot: you tell your national teammate that you can look after her daughter whilst she has her first practice and media work

warning: fluff idk

"Mini you can trust me and Jessie" you reassured your national teammate over the phone "I trust you, Harpers never met Jessie" Katrina pointed out "She's not called baby Canada for nothing" you joked "Harper will probably think she's also her age"

"Hey!"

You waved Jessie off as Katrina laughed "Okay, I've met Jessie before and she's good with your childish ass-" "I am not childish" you cut your friend off as Jessie scoffed from beside you "I am not childish" You repeated "Oh please" Katrina started "four years ago you were just as bad as Kyra"

"But I sometimes want to throw Kyra into a wall"

"I sometimes wanted to throw you into a wall!"

You sighed and changed the subject "So what time will you be here?" you asked "In about an hour and I'm bringing some of her favourite toys so don't let Jessie worry and go out to a store"

You looked to the corner of your living room that held a few teddy bears and an inside little slide.

"too late"

You could tell that Katrina was rolling her eyes from the silence "You know" she started "Jessies really excited to look after a child with you" she emphasized and you smiled "Well I'm really excited too" you spoke softly as you looked behind the couch to see Jessie putting anything pointy to a high area where Harper couldn't reach.

Katrina told you she would be there soon and you hung up to see Jess pulling out plastic forks and plates out of her shopping bag.

"She's only here for a day" you hummed as Jessie started pulling off the tags "Well what if she eats something and then we haven't cleaned it and then we need another plate for when she gets hungry again" Jessie defended and you smiled, walking up to her and hugging her from behind "So is that why we need 6 plates?" you teased and Jessie turned to you swiftly so you were now holding her from the front.

"I just got a bit excited" she admitted and you nodded "Harper is a special girl, I've learned that from rooming with Mini at almost every camp since she was born" you told her as the short haired brunette looked down at you.

"I did buy one thing that I thought you would like" she told you and you shot up in anticipation as Jessie ruffled through the bag and pulled out a small Chelsea Jersey.

"It has your name and number on it" She smiled as she shook it in front of your face, you gasped at the Jersey and took it from your girlfriend's arms "This is so cute" you beamed and kissed your girlfriend on the cheek.

It wasn't till later when Jessie opened the door that Harper ran into your arms "Auntie y/n!" she screamed when she ran. You held her close and placed small kisses along her face which the little girl laughed at.

Katrina and Jessie watched from the door "she's good with kids" Katrina said as she saw Jessies stare on you, Jessie hummed in agreement.

Katrina smirked at your girlfriends expression as you played with Harper "You know you can just ask her" Katrina told the Chelsea player before giving her Harpers bag and some of her favourite foods "I'm sure she'll say yes".

Katrina left as Harper turned towards Jessie "Who's this?" she asked you and you laughed "This is Jessie" you explained and she turned to you

"The Jessie?!"

You had talked a lot about your girlfriend at camps and Harper would always ask silly questions "Why is she all red?" she asked and Jessie turned her head "I think your mummy said something to her" you guessed as Harper laughed.

"Hi Harper" Jessie introduced herself to the girl who shook her hand with a smile "y/n loves you" was all she said before running off with a cheeky smile.

"Harper!" you yelled out to the girl who had now hidden behind your kitchen table.

After Harper settled and Jessie had finally officially introduced herself to the girl you had suggested to go on a small walk which Harper agreed to "I brought my beanie!" Harper squealed as she dragged Jessie to her bag to collect her beanie, you grabbed a beanie for yourself as well as you collected your and Jessie's coats, when you arrived back Harper looked at Jessie "Where is your beanie? we all wear beanies" She ordered and you smirked "Yeah Jess go get your beanie on!"

Jessie went back to your room and came back with her black beanie on before you all set yourselves up for a stroll, you were walking past a cafe when a couple of fans spotted you two.

"Can we please get a picture?" one of them asked and you nodded "of course" you smiled and Harper turned towards Jessie with her arms up "hold me!" she yelled and Jessie picked the girl up so she sat on her hip, you looked at Jessie with Harper on her hip and blushed.

"Harper remember to smile!"

When you arrived back home, you fed Harper dinner as you and Jessie ate your own and sat down on the sofa to watch a movie as Jessie and Harper agreed on the new Super Mario movie.

Harper was cuddling next to Jessie as you sent your fifth video of the day to Katrina who was quick to reply 'looks like she has a new favorite' she said and you scoffed.

Harper looked between both of you "I like it here" she said before snuggling into your side and fell asleep which you told Jessie to take a photo of so you could tell your friend that you will always be the favorite.

Jessie looked at the photo and smiled, sending it to Katrina and herself "This has been very fun today" she said as you looked to her "I knew Harper and you would get along" you said smugly as Jessie quietely laughed.

"You know it was almost as like it was practice"

practice?

You smiled at your girlfriend as she pushed your hair back with your hand "practice huh?" you asked and she nodded "Yeah only if you ever want to uhm have babies, children uhm... yeah" Jessie babbled as you leaned over to kiss her "I would love to have children with you Jessie"

You fell asleep with a smile as you cuddled into Jessie, Harper in the middle before Katrina came back in the morning to pick her up.

She wasn't too happy to see her kid in a bright blue Chelsea top and grins on both of your faces as Harper said how much she loved it.

[burninblood]

guys, I sense a lot of tension about this whole buckynat situation XD ... there is even some hate going on on "X" saying they should have stayed broken and stuff... and, listen, I understand, this kind of reunion wasn't what we was hoping for after all these years (10 years?!?!) and of course we had better scenarios in our mind and we were hoping for more good character work (or any characters work at all!), and we want to hear Nat's version (eheh) and these writers are, let's say, uhm, not so good...

BUT

these are american superhero comics for you in 2024. No greatly written for most part, action focused all the time, little or not at all character development, aiming to reach big sales or them get cancelled, flowing with the MCU synergy and stuff. And I tell you as someone who has read comics her whole life (and I had a loooong life, ok XDDD): bad moments in comics come and go, and poor characters run through a lot of shitty writing, and this happens all the time.

Are Lanzing and Kelly good writers? No. HELL NO.

Do I think Cold War was the worst thing written in the media in the maybe last 5 years? YES with a cherry on top! 100% YES.

Is Thunderbolts a good mini series? ... Well, not really. Better than SOL and CW, but still, we're not quite there yet. It was basically random, with a stretched plot that I can't even recall, and really not a team book since it doesn't focused on any of its characters for real. 'Cause you know, I said it before: no character work, just action action and more action.

Is Bucky written by L&K good? No. He isn't. But to be honest he wasn't good in a lot of other comics too, sadly. He has been worse, he has been better. He will improve at some point, that's the cycle.

All this said, am I happy they brought buckynat back? YES. I AM SUPER HAPPY 'cause it opens for possibility!!!

If they gain some more audience as a couple there are more opportunities for them to get more exposure, to be feautured into other comics (in the current cap run written by Straczynski for example?) more and better content, not only together but on their own too! I think them both didn't have a good comic since... 2018??? Nat even earlier probalby, but it's important they somehow stay relevant in the stories 'cause this is how this whole circus works (sad): the characters who sell better get more stories, more comics, better comics from better writers (... hopefully!)! It's bad, but that's the comic market guys.

Idk, it just feels so sad to me that we have waited for so long for buckynat reunion and when it happened finally it left us with just a bittersweet aftertaste... I think this is inevitable 'cause we had so many hopes and we pushed it bigger than life into our heads, and this is reality XD...But realistically speaking, I was never expecting their reunion to be that different from what we got in the end.

It's good to be disappointed, it's right, but let's turn this into a good occasion then, let's try to stay positive and maybe try to exorcise the bad in it by taking a creative angle on the matter: let's write meta about Natasha's pov, let's write fics, let's do edits, fanarts, let's discuss it. But wishing it never happened and dragging them badly...

I know we all feel like they deserved better, and I agree, but let's consider this just THE BEGINNING. It's a starting point and we should keep our fingers crossed for something good to come!

Let's not give up!!!

I'm sorry if this is so long and a whole lot of useless blablabla bhubhubhu, but some of the stuff I'm reading around is starting to be really depressing and a bit too negative considergin the whole situation, and it's a shame 'cause I feel like we should be at least a tiny bit happier here around <3 :D

Let me know what you think of all this mess (or not, lmao) if you want! <3

[darling-i-read-it]

Stu w/ a hyperfemine reader

Stu Macher x reader

Author's Note: I'm trying a newwwww style <3 I think that having stuff like this being a mix of headcanons and scenes! mini fics and such. lemme know what you guys think and I hope you like it love! Thanks for being my guinea pig lol

Request: i’m hyperfixating on scream cuz 6 just came out and your list says you write for it so can i plz request stu macher x hyperfeminine!reader fluff like they’re kinda opposites attract type thing idk lol 😊😊

Meeting Stu in the typically girly girl attire with that perky smile on your face was like sending him straight over the moon

He watched you, eyeing you up and down, curious and over telling

You weren’t even talking to him but it was like you were there for him. Or maybe he was just being obsessive. He was probably just being obsessive. 

Stu was the kind of guy who dated someone for fun, because he knew that it worked within a friend group or because of sheer popularity. It was usually never because he loved them. 

Though lets be fair. The first time he saw you he was not thinking about love. There was something so dear to him about your eyes lighting up as you cheeirly moved about the friend group

You seemed to be a friend of Sidney’s, which worked well in his favor. After things ended the summer before with Tatum Sidney had all but forgiven him for their little fling

Maybe, if Stu tried hard enough…Sidney could give him the number of her friend. You. He wants your number. He should probably ask Billy who could probably ask Stu. 

Lots going on in his brain <3 so much <3 

Him getting you alone for the first time is such a fun little time it’s so good

His smile widened as he approached you. Now that Sidney and Billy had left he could talk to you by himself, without her getting in the way. You were sitting on a fountain near the school, still smiling from the goodbyes you had given to your friend. He scooted closer to you. 

“I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before,” he said, nudging your side. You rolled your eyes. You knew of him. Sidney had told you plenty. Though his eyes were alluring and you were all too happy to oblige that look. 

“I think you have,” you promised. 

“I would’ve remembered.”

“I’ve been Sidney’s friend forever.” 

“Well I’ve been Billy’s friend forever. Not Sidney’s,” he explained. You narrowed your eyes at him, a smile on your face. He pointed at the skirt you were wearing, a fluff of pink at the bottom. “That’s pretty.” 

You noted that he said pretty. He didn’t say cute or girly. You smiled gratefully. 

“Thank you Stu. I like to flaunt my femininity.”

“I love flaunting femininity.”

Dating Stu is like…there’s always gonna be someone touching you. Even when you think he isn’t in the room BOOM there’s Stu and his hands on your sides

He loves everything about the hyperfemininity. He would play into it as much as you let him. He would buy you things you desired (while also being fully aware he’s being a bit of a dick when he points it out) 

He probably makes awful jokes about your femininity linking to your ‘natural woman desires’ 

He made one joke about cooking and cleaning and you hit him with your bag. 

He was very offended. He also didn’t really wanna mention it again (so he didn’t thank goodness) 

Sidney didn’t particularly like that you were together but she didn’t hate it either

She thought your energies matched rather well (she was unaware that Stu Macher could kill someone in cold blood)

But the high intensity of Stu always needed someone who could tame it or feed into it

He found that he adored your very natural brightness

“Hey Stu?” He had his hand on your thigh but he wasn’t paying attention to you until you spoke. 

“Yeah sweetheart?” You sat on your bed, watching some scary movie he had showed you. You had no quarrels with it but you weren’t truly watching it. He always seemed enthralled and you could usually flip through a magazine unbothered but still together, a quiet understanding. 

“Are you aware that you’re cuddling my little piggy?” He squinted, not sure what kind of joke you were making until he noticed he was cuddling your actual stuff pig. It was fluffy and large enough to be a pillow. 

He didn’t move away when he noticed. In fact, he pulled it closer to his chest with his arm that wasn’t on you. 

“Not your piggy anymore.”

“Stu!” You reached forward to grab it but he pulled away, now clutching it with boht hands. You giggled. You attempted to reach around him but with laughter he fought you off. You giggled together until you were laying on top of him, the pig between you. 

He made a pouty face at you. 

It usually caused the both of you to be the life of the party

Billy thinks it’s rather annoying. Double annoying for the plans that he has for Stu and him 

Whenever Stu was with you it was like it never mattered, what Billy had planned

Well he still wanted to kill someone

But that was beside the point. He wanted to hang out with you and live his life with you. He didn’t quite know what he would be without that. 

You caught glimpses of that sometimes, when his face drifted off or when a joke Billy made landed a little wrong

But he never made it seem too overt

He was always more willing to talk to you about other things. Compliment your outfits, exist within the constraints of your room or his

It was actually really sweet <3 

Always the boyfriend (even if he’s the boyfriend who always has a stupid reason to kill his gf i guess!)

“Sweetheart. You’re a sweetheart.” 

“Thanks Stu.”

“You are. You’re my sweetheart.” 

“Oh Stu.” 

He looked down at you, poking your nose, smiling brightly, eyes narrowed in adoration. 

“You look really good in pink.”

[beanghostprincess]

hi nixie! I was wondering if you had any names you were thinking of for Nami's fan from the special, in case we never get one? (I thought maybe something like Mika, since it's short like Nami's name and a little off from mikan) I can see how much you love Nami and her fan, so I'd love to hear your thoughts on it!

!!!! I'm awful when it comes to naming existing characters, ngl to you. BUT so far I've gotten a few names in my replies/reblogs. Some of the suggestions have been:

-> Namini

-> Fanny (bc of the word "fan" in it)

-> Mina (anagram for Nami and it sounds like "mini Nami")

-> Namae (close to Nami and it means name)

-> Nanami (and we could use Nana for short)

-> Naami/Namii

-> Lettie (for letter, obviously)

-> Mika (yours hehe) (I like it it's cute!!)

Honestly, my favorite is "Lettie". It matches the title of the episode and her goal and it isn't one that we'll get confused with Nami's name. I think it fits her, too! It was @sanjipussyindulgence's idea and I love it!!! Buuut if any of you have any other suggestions I'd love to hear them!! I'm gonna write a fic about them at some point and the name isn't quite necessary but it'd be appreciated (although I'm probably going with Lettie bc I really like it).

If you feel like it, you all can leave your ideas here and I'll make a poll around mmmmm idk when I get enough names but I'm guessing between this night and tomorrow? Just to see what other people think! (but I like Lettie let it be known that I like Lettie)

[miloonmetis]

Hi!!! If I may request, I was wondering if you could make a Junkrat x reader fic where they’re like- enemies to lovers?? Like they REALLY get on each other’s nerves but then realize when working together it’s like a match made in heaven,, which leads to something else??? Idk if I worded it right but yeah!! Thanks in advance!

|| I'm such a sucker for this trope :,) (+ sorry it took me a bit)

featuring: Junkrat x Reader warnings: cursing, slight angst, anxiety(?), not-proof read, slight cliff hanger?, fluff, wholesome

Being a "hero" was tiring, keeping up with missions and other members of Overwatch. Especially with some of the frequent "guests", Jamison Fawkes was your worst nightmare. His presence was just aggravating, he smelt terrible and was just a loud human being. Every time you'd hear the sound of his boot and metal leg you found yourself running off to hide somewhere, typically you ran to Angela's lab. But, he found out and started to go there as well. It was annoying, the way he was purposefully trying to bother you.

Trying to get work done was a no-go, you’d have to find a more secluded space to even be able to write a sentence. Even then, in struts Jamison. “Heya!” He shoves his nose in every little thing you own, grabbing them and getting soot over everything you had just neatly cleaned. “Jamison.” You responded blankly, you didn’t look up from your work; focusing strictly on it so you wouldn’t get sidetracked and mess something up. again. “Whatcha doing?” He asks, his Australian accent is thick and almost makes him inaudible. “Just a few tweaks to my things.” You respond, your tongue sticking out as you concentrate.

Jamison chuckles as he watches you, his eyes roaming your face; studying every detail and feature of your face. Bringing up his metal hand he pressed the finger against your tongue, “PF-“ you stick your tongue out more and then bring it back in. “Wha.. What was that for?” You asked, your brows furrowing as you looked at the taller and smellier individual. “Just wanted to see your reaction!” He laughs his maniac laugh, bringing his hand down and leaning against your workspace table. “Don’t-“ “What? Cover it all in soot? I’m already here love.” He smirked mischievously at you.

You looked at him with wide eyes before you grabbed his hand and shoved it off his counter, the junker almost lost his balance but quickly caught himself before he went face-first into your desk. He glares at you, “I was just trying to make conversation, you always got be such a nag.” He spoke, rolling his eyes and turning away from you. You turn to look at him, your eyebrows furrowed. “ME? ME???!” You were upset that the person who did all the nagging and annoying was him! “Don’t blame me for shit you do.” You snap back, grabbing your phone and stomping as you stand up.

“Don’t. Follow me.” You point at him and storm off, navigating the halls with ease after practically living here. You found yourself out of Lucios door, he was in due to medical reasons from the most recent mission. You pause for a moment, staring at it before you bring your hand up and gentle tao your knuckles against the door to knock. “Come in!” Lucio yells out, you reach and twist the knob; welcoming yourself into his room. It was covered in music posters, LED lights, and a bunch of his personal creations throughout his music career; as well as the essential couch, bed, and mini fridge. for his convenience.

Lucio sat at his desk, clicking away at his mouse as he edited his new song. He had his headphones on, one side off the ear so he could hear anyone coming. Also since his door wasn’t locked and he didn’t have it on “DND”, He eventually clicked one last time before bringing his hands up and moving his headphones down to his shoulders. He swiveled in his chair to look at you, “What’s up?” He asks, his hands now placed between his thighs. “I just need somewhere to hide, for at least an hour.” You deep sigh, shutting the door carefully behind you and then going over to his couch.

Lucio looks at you momentarily, "Jamison getting to you?" He asked, You looked up at him almost confused about how he knew but realizing how much of a scene you usually make when you want him gone from your sight. "Yeah..." You respond, staring down at your fingernails picking at the skin and peeling it off. Lucio looked down at your hands before grabbing them, "You do know the only way he'll ever stop is if you talk to him about it?" He says You look at him. "How the hell am I supposed to talk to him if he just talks OVER me!" You speak with a bitter tone. Lucio chuckles, "But not just you, everyone. You just have to let him speak and then continue, OR speak louder." He explains to you.

You sigh, he was right. He always was, It's why you always ran to him in moments of need. Especially on missions, being a healer and all.

You took a deep breath, wiping your sweaty palms off your pants. You made your way carefully throughout the base, looking for the tall obnoxious blonde. He was so hard to find for someone who was always so loud. You sighed losing hope that he was even anywhere to be found. About to give up, you turn and find yourself face-first in someone's chest. You look up and see the blonde, "Ah- sorry mate!" He put his hands up in surrender, he was acting different. More calm and respective, "It's alright-" "Alright." He goes to walk off, you froze for a moment as he simply was showing no interest. You took a moment before you chased after him, attempting to catch up with his long legs.

"Jamison!" You shout out to him, he pauses and turns around. He was shocked to see and hear you, chasing after him? but why. Oh, probably to go off on him about everything. You watched as his expression saddened, you frowned back at it. "I just wanted to talk to you about everything." You talk with your hands, looking down at the ground almost regretting this as he seemed to be already off and in a weird mood. He looked at you, "Yeah, I'm sorry about all that. 'is jus that, I think you are really smart... and really good-looking. Haven't really, yknow felt that way towards anyone before." He rambles on, Your face snapping up to look up at him. "Wait.. You..." You were Awestruck.

You stood there for a moment, debating on what the next right thing to say was. You opened your mouth to speak, "Maybe we can start over, yeah?" You ask, sticking your hand out to shake his. He looks shocked, he stares at your hand before taking it. "Yeah, I'd like that." He smiled.

Part 2?? ;)

[openphrase123]

i realize this may not be the best time to ask because of the last post you made, but how do you find the motivation to keep up with so many projects at once? the fact that you can is both inspiring and also very scary and i'm jealous. "average person writes 1 fic in their lifetime" WRONG. ficwriter openphrase123 who writes 3276453287 fics in their lifetime all at once is a statistical outlier and should not be c

oh this answer got long here's a readmore

well first of all. i have a boring dayjob that lets me marinate big ideas on the backburner. i can turn my thinking brain off for 90% of my projects at work. i've been working there for seven years, i can plot fanfiction in my head without taking a single performance hit LOL

second. um. i'm thirty in like four months. that is in NO WAY old, but i have been on this earth long enough to know when i, specifically, cannot execute or follow through an idea. i only pursue projects i know i can reasonably finish without going crazy. i just kind of. know how my brain chemistry works? i have reasonable expectations for myself?? i'm friends with my brain even if it likes to overthink or be anxious or have seizures or go down weird ocd-adjacent thought paths

third, which feeds a lot into the above point. but when you are in your teens and twenties it's going to take you some time to figure out the rhythm of how you work. i like to take a lot of mini breaks in between what i'm doing. this does not work for my girlfriend, who has ADHD and is like "if i take a break i will never recover" so she doesn't do that. brains are all different and you gotta find what works for you

fourth. well. this one might just be me. but the reason i have like 8 concurrent projects is because when i get tired of one, my brain is VERY happy to latch onto another one. no matter what i'm doing, something is getting done?? that's why i was writing 3 fics at once trying to decide which one to do next. and why i couldn't figure it out and had to leave it to a tumblr poll

and, fifth. idk. i don't write fanfiction when i don't want to? if you look at my ao3 account i haven't done it since. like. 2021? and before that the last time i wrote any fanfiction was in like 2013. of which i cannot track down that old accout but i swear it probably exists?

s.sixth??? and this one is going to sound the braggiest. and maybe it is a little bit. i'm good at this? not like. naturally. i wasn't born writing 100k fanfics. but i've been writing fiction for like. most of my life. i wrote a lot of awful stupid shit before i started writing good shit. i'm not falling asleep at the wheel or anything but after you're making art for enough time, it more easily falls into place. after doing it for so long you develop an intuition for the kinds of projects you will be sufficiently motivated for. i don't know how to describe this without sounding like a pretentious asshole. maybe i can allow myself to be for like five minutes. i've earned it

i hope that helped??? my brain kind of just. does stuff. i've trained it over the years to do stuff in the direction that makes me happy!! i wish my brain would let me go clean my bathroom instead but eh. tradeoffs?

[teetle-time]

Time Is All We Have

A Doctor Who x Rise of the TMNT Xover interest check/story prologue because i'm losing all control of my life lmao

Quick mini-primer for where in both timelines we are:

Non-teetle fixaters, you can just watch the first few minutes of the Rise movie. Bad future timeline shenanigans wahoo! You should probably also get a feel for the regular present timeline from the show if you can, though we won't be directly interacting with it for a quite a bit. Because Reasons. :)

Non-Who fixaters, we're rolling with David Tennant Doctor The First and the companion named Martha Jones. The name similarity to the Casey Joneses makes me giggle, especially now that I've watched through the (REDACTED) episodes where she ends up with some more Caseys parallels. Those haven't happened yet for her though lmao. Frankly, she's only had a few episodes'-worth of adventures with the Doctor by this point. :)

anyway. shoutout to my brother purpletango for having this idea. i believe what i hurriedly jotted down in my notepad app went like this:

the rise movie begins, mikey gets ready to send junior back in time- -and something goes wrong. welp, the gateway's there now. may as well use it. junior gets yeeted through (and my brain is now adding the idea of leo realizing something's up and going with him) and junior (and maybe leo) land…in the TARDIS. now they gotta get back to earth (hoping they're at least in the right dimension) to find the key and stop the krang. NO PRESSURE LMFAO

with a lil tweaking to the premise that just sorta happened as i was writing, i'm now at 26k words of combined fic and notes. it has been 2.5 weeks. i am nowhere near done. help lmao

gonna be doing something a bit funky with the tardis here just to get the ball rolling. idk if it's a canon thing that can happen but if it's not then shshshshshshsh just pretend with me. take my hand

〜

Almost exactly twelve hours prior to the moment he died, when the rest of what remained of the Resistance had been asleep and it had only been the turtles awake to keep watch, Michelangelo had looked to his big brother and said, "We can't beat them, can we?"

Last night, Leonardo had swallowed and given a slight shake of his head. "We can't."

"They've even stolen the night sky from us somehow," Michelangelo had said, lifting his gaze to the cloudless, crimson sky. "Look, there's no stars anymore."

"When did that happen?" Leonardo had asked under his breath. "We still had at least a handful last I checked…"

"Sometime since the last time we had enough peace and quiet at night to actually look up. I'd say…in the past few weeks?" Michelangelo had suggested.

There had been silence for a long moment after that, broken only by the quiet, deep breathing of the few who were left, as well as the shifting of Michelangelo's cloak as he scooted a bit closer to his brother.

Between the two of them, Leonardo and Michelangelo had enough organic fingers and toes to count everyone else who'd survived the past twenty-odd years. Then again, with only two toes on each foot, three fingers on each hand, and three organic hands left to use…well. Less than twenty wasn't exactly an army.

Casey had shifted in his sleep, eventually, mumbling something incoherent the way his mother always had.

Leonardo had swallowed.

Michelangelo had pulled his gaze back down to Earth and looked at him.

"The Krang won't give us the mercy of dying," Leonardo had said grimly. "Not if they can help it."

"They won't," Michelangelo had agreed.

"The others chose to fight with us. Humans, yokai, and mutants. Even Todd. Never would've expected him of all yokai to be so kickass, back in the day. But…this is all Casey's ever known," Leonardo had continued.

"It is."

There had been a shifting in the shadows off in the distance, then, and while it had turned out to be easily taken care of, it had still put a pause on the brothers' conversation for a bit.

When they'd gotten back, but before they'd woken the others and gotten moving again, Leonardo had nailed Michelangelo with a solemn look. "We can't avoid this forever, but Casey…"

"I know you're not talking about that thing we talked about never talking about," Michelangelo had said, raising the ridges of his brows for a deadpan look and a wry smile.

Leonardo had jabbed an elbow into his plastron with a thick snicker…but he hadn't denied it.

Michelangelo had sobered up, then. "Oh."

"Do you think you can do it?" Leonardo had asked as he'd knelt to shake April awake, pausing before he did to meet Michelangelo's eyes.

"I know I can," Michelangelo had said, remaining quiet about how 'it' would very likely be the end of him.

They'd both already known as much.

"When?"

"I-I don't know. When things look bleakest," Leonardo had tried. "If it comes down to us. If it's just you and somebody else. If…if it's just you."

Michelangelo had nodded, then put a hand on his brother's carapace. "The Krang'll get front-row seats to Earth's very own home-grown sun. And that's a Doctor Delicate Touch guarantee."

"Wouldn't expect anything less, little man," Leonardo had chuckled. "Give 'em a light show that'll have 'em running scared."

"I can fly, Leo. And 'little man' was always Raph's thing," Michelangelo had snickered, reaching down to wake Casey. "Hey, Casey, we gotta get moving. Mind waking up and reminding your sensei that I win all height contests forever, no take-backs?"

The noise had begun rousing the others, and Leonardo had scoffed. "Turning my own student against me, Mikey? Low blow."

"Nah," April had said from where she lay. "This is a low blow."

She had snapped an arm out to smack Leonardo's shin, and the rest of the survivors had woken to quiet laughter.

It had been nice.

The last moment of calm within the storm.

In the present, Michelangelo winced as the mystic energies swirling through him reached a crescendo, but still pushed further, digging his fingers into the fabric of reality and wrenching it apart.

With Leonardo wounded, everyone else outnumbered, and Krang closing in on all sides, it was definitely pretty bleak.

There was no better time to make a time gateway than when there was no time left, after all.

His heart pounded in his tympana, loudly enough he almost could have sworn it echoed, a thud-thud-thud-thud that wanted to shake him to the core.

For a moment, with the Krang bearing down on him, his brother, and his nephew, it felt like he was losing his grip.

Casey's voice managed to overpower the thud-thud-thud-thud: "Master Michelangelo, no! You're gonna-!"

He knew.

How could he not, with light cracking his skin and his scales into little flakes of dust on the wind?

But Casey…he was the future.

The best of all of them.

As long as Casey would be okay, Michelangelo could do anything. Would do anything.

He turned his head back over his shoulder for one last look.

Casey looked horrified.

Leonardo looked resigned.

There was no one else left.

(He didn't want to go.)

Michelangelo smiled and gave his family a cheeky little wink, then turned his attention to the time gateway in front of him, threw his arms out to his sides with one last heave-!

-and like Earth's very own home-grown supernova, like the very last star in the universe, he imploded into golden light.

〜

Leonardo felt himself shatter inside as Mikey disintegrated and the time gate stabilized, but the Krang were still closing in.

"Casey, when you're done saving the world, do me a favor," he said, putting a hand on the kid's shoulder.

Casey looked up at him with wide eyes. "Sensei, don't-!"

Leonardo just smiled sadly and shifted his grip from comforting to more of a ready to throw.

He ignored the fire in his side and the trickle of blood down his plastron as he hurled Casey into the gateway. "Grab a slice-!"

"NO!"

Casey's scream was the only warning Leonardo had before the wrist-strapped grapple (standard issue, at least before Donnie had gone out with a bang) streaked back out of the portal, latched onto Leonardo's good shoulder, and yanked him off his feet.

"Whoawhoawhoawhoawhoa-!"

The deafening thrum of a Krang laser and a flash of heat at his back told Leonardo exactly how he should have died, but the sensations vanished just as quickly as they'd appeared, leaving only the golden light of Michelangelo's ninpo and the silhouette a few yards away that told Leonardo where Casey was.

Leo almost let himself go limp in the rushing mass of energy as it faded from golden-orange to something more bluish-gray.

Almost.

Instead, however, he grit his teeth against the way his wound flared up and started swimming for Casey.

The light around them grew brighter with no signs of stopping.

By the time Leo reached the kid, he had to screw his eyes shut to avoid going blind.

He managed to grab Casey's hand, then wrap himself protectively around him-

-and then some kind of metal grating slammed against his carapace, his head snapped back, and he knew only darkness.

〜

The Doctor blinked at the sudden sound of beeping. "Oh? That doesn't sound right."

"Doctor? What is it?" asked Martha.

"I'm getting an alert," said he, darting over to one of the TARDIS' monitors for a look. "An alert that there's a lifeform catapulting through the timestream almost completely unprotected- two! Two lifeforms!"

Martha blinked. "What? How did that happen?"

"I don't know, but if we want to find out, we'd best get them onboard before whatever shielding they do have is eroded away." The Doctor studied the monitor for a moment more, then slid around the console and started throwing the appropriate levers and flicking the appropriate switches. "I need to focus on getting close- would you mind peeking out the doors to make sure my aim isn't off?"

"On it!"

The Doctor grinned, then turned his focus back to steering. "Aaalright then! They ought to be coming up just ahead, maybe a smidge to our left-!"

"I see them!" Martha called. "One of them- one looks human!"

The Doctor blinked, then looked up. "Only the one?"

Martha nodded, not tearing her eyes from the window. "The other looks almost like a turtle! Except, well, it's person-sized!"

"Curiouser and curiouser," the Doctor mused. Then, looking back down at the console, "Well, I think the simplest course of action would be to just…scoop them up!"

Martha glanced his way in confusion. "What, just open the door and grab 'em?"

"Exactly. You'll want to be quick and precise," the Doctor recommended. "Good to know we're on the same page."

After a moment to process what he'd said, Martha nodded slowly. "…right."

The Doctor carefully piloted the TARDIS close, and as he watched the energy readings of the two lifeforms get close enough, he heard Martha open the door, then yelp in surprise as something hard hit the metal flooring with a clang.

"Sensei?!" squawked the thick and emotional voice of a pubescent human boy.

"Oh, my," said the Doctor, skirting the edge of the console as he jogged over for a look.

Immediately, he could tell that whatever the circumstances were that had led to the two strangers being catapulted into the timestream, they had not been pretty. Between the apocalyptic fashion and weaponry, the fact that the turtle had seemingly been curled around the boy until losing consciousness, and the sight of tear tracks on the boy's face…well, a billboard would have been less obvious.

The boy glanced between the Doctor and Martha, wide eyes quickly shifting into suspicion as he slid off "Sensei's" plastron and placed himself between the turtle and the Doctor. "Who are you? What do you want with us? Are you with the Krang?"

Huh. He sounded American.

"Krang?" asked Martha, turning to him. "Doctor, what's a Krang?"

The Doctor frowned, mulling the word over. "Krang? Krang, Krang, KrangKrangKrang… Can't say I recognize the name. Bit of a shocker, really, and somewhat worrisome."

The boy's face spasmed, confusion clearly welling up, but the door chose to remind them all that it was still open by letting a tannish cloak drift through and land next to the two newcomers.

The sight of the cloak made the boy's eyes moisten further.

Oh, dear.

"Martha, could you get the door?" asked the Doctor, shifting his voice into something a little softer as he knelt next to the two strangers.

"Oh, uh- you got it."

As Martha did exactly that, the Doctor met the boy's eyes. "I'm the Doctor. Behind you is Martha, and this is the TARDIS. I don't know what it is you're running from, whatever this 'Krang' business is, but I promise you, you're safe here."

The boy's suspicion slowly lessened, the tension in his shoulders loosening some- though, notably, nowhere near completely. "And…what's a tardis?"

"My spaceship," said the Doctor modestly. "'S how I get around. What I want to know is, how did a humanoid teenager and a turtleman with a robotic arm end up hurtling through the timestream all on their lonesome?"

At that, the boy's gaze flickered to the cloak on the ground, and his jaw hardened in that way jaws tended to do when the only other option was to sob.

"…I see," said the Doctor quietly. "While I'd like to know the specifics, pushing this sort of thing never really seems to work out well. So I won't."

"You-" The boy's voice cracked, and he tried again. "You said you were a doctor?"

"The Doctor," corrected he.

"Though I've been training as one for quite some time, myself!" Martha reminded.

The boy visibly warred with himself for a moment, then grit his teeth and pulled slightly away from the turtle's side, revealing a nasty gash that had gone clean through his shell. "Help him. Please."

Martha gasped. "Oh, God-!"

The Doctor's eyes flew wide, but then he nodded firmly. "We'll do everything we can."

[blkkizzat]

hi im shy so i haven't interacted b4 but i luv your fics! i like that you write stories & just don't post smau or twt porn links.

Hey nonny! TY for liking my work, its appreciated!! I do encourage you to interact though, even if its just a comment or continued anon msgs cause they do encourage me to write. I also really like receiving them <33 so I hope you or anyone else feels comfy to interact with me. *i dont bite i promiseeeee*

However, I honestly don't think theres anything wrong with smaus or twt porn links.

I incorporated smaus into my fics before. I adore writing or reading a good crack fic/post so I definitely think they have their place too and they are funny! I just personally struggle when it comes to writing shorter content so not something in my wheelhouse to do. (lol anything i write under 1k words i automatically think is dogshit. lol someone teach me to write short stuff i beg.)

Also I be EATING UP those twt porn links!! I don't post any of my own as my twitter is a stan account and I don't follow/like/retwt porn on there cause I don't want to mess up my algorithm. But I do be bookmarking them HEAVY! They are good reference material for my smut fics tbh.

Also I try to stay out of the mess/discourse cause I feel like people should be able to enjoy what they like without writing lame dissertations in defense/debating about it. But since we are on the topic already I'll add I haven't really understood the hate for them in particular, especially those saying people who like/post them have porn addictions because what!? Like we are not all on here to write/read smut?? pot---meet--->kettle. Anyway I guess I can understand the frustration some have when they assume they are stealing attention away from fics, but idk tumblr is huge and there is a place/audience for everyone is my belief. I've seen many long 6k+ fics breaking 20k+ so I think theres interest in long fics as well (one of my 7k+ fic has 18k+ notes). But I work in marketing, am getting my MBA right now and have worked in the middle of business and creative my entire career (at one point i worked for Twitch directly with streamers/influencers) so I can say when it comes to anything content/creative driven its honestly it's less about the quality of the individual work and more about regularly finding, interacting and catering to your audience if you really care about notes that much . I think its far more important though to do it for fun. Especially since we are not getting paid and doing this for free-99! So much creativity gets stifled when its too much about the business/results/notes side and you are working to please others/for clout. Thats a whole ass job in itself lmfao! I used to write on ff.net back in the day (years ago omfg) and stressed myself out so much from all the reviews/requests that I ended up abandoning it and was scared to write fanfics for years because of the anxiety of 'letting ppl down' until I got back into it last fall and decided to stop giving a fuck LOL.

Ahhh but I could ramble on about that for hours so let me stop I'm doing what I said I didn't want to do cause this is def now a mini dissertation from me going down the rabbit hole on this LMFAO! (im long-winded af lol)

But ty for the ask nonny I hope you come back soon <3

[creativia10]

*materializes into existence*

HI :D

Mayhaps platonic analogical? Logan meeting one of Virgil's pet spiders? Maybe?

Idk if you're up for requests rn, but here this is in case you are.

Have fun writing :D

When Virgil Can Share His Spider Love

Warnings: Spiders

Pairing: Platonic Logan and Virgil

Wordcount: 3059

Notes: Yes I am most certainly up for requests. My first post about taking fanfic writing requests was for Sanders Sides, but this is actually my first writing request for this series. Most of them have been for the Owl House. I actually haven't written for analogical (platonic of otherwise) in a while, so this is nice.

This prompt implies that Virgil has more than one pet spider, which was a concept I don't think I've seen before. So I wanted to play with that idea in a way that still stuck true to the initial prompt. This almost gets me to want to write a fic about Virgil acquiring his first spider pet actually. I'm also considering one about Logan getting a pet. Maybe another fic related to this one, sometimes I get inspired.

It's almost common knowledge at this point that Virgil  has a pet spider. So he doesn’t think much of it. When Logan approached Virgil one day out of the blue, his pet spider was not a topic he expected to come up.

 Logan was all business. His posture straight and face neutral. Not an unusual look for the logical side. His eyes had a direct and focused look to them as he faced Virgil. That said he had an intent purpose for coming to the other.

Virgil tensed instinctively. His first response to anything always being to stay on guard.

Logan’s hands were folded behind his back and he nodded to the anxious side.

“Virgil. If I could have a moment of your time, I wanted to ask something of you,” Logan said.

Yeah, that wasn’t helping at all.

Virgil leaned back a bit and nodded.

“Uh…yeah Logan? What’s up?”

Logan tilted his head slightly at the reaction, but his face didn’t twitch.

“Apologies if my approach has distressed you at all. It is nothing bad, I can assure you.”

Now that should reassure him in some way, but this was Virgil. Hopefully the others would understand by now it’s not that simple to calm him down.

“Uh huh. Just out with it, Logan. What did you want to ask?” Virgil asked.

Logan nodded and straightened up again.

“Right, yes. I have been informed of the uh spider situation in your room.”

Ah, yes. Virgil knew what he was referring to.

After the mini-plushies video, Roman had seen Virgil's use for mini-Roman. A companion for his pet spider. Roman had not approved, not wanting any version of him to be near a spider. So he got Remus to give Virgil another spider, so that could be the first one’s companion. Little did Roman know, the new one was a male spider. Seeing as the original was a female…you can see where that went.

Roman had even more incentive to avoid Virgil’s room than he had before. Virgil loved having many spiders in his room though. These spiders were all over the room now. The webbing from the Halloween special was no longer a one-time thing. Since there were so many spiders around. Most of them were still small, as the majority were still babies. They were actually hard to keep track of because of that. Another thing that made the other sides unnerved.

“Ah. Yeah? What about it?” Virgil asked.

He wasn’t sure why Logan was asking. It didn’t affect him. The other sides rarely went into Virgil’s room anyways because of the affect it had on them.

“Well, uh,” Logan shifted. The first break in his perfectly logical posture.

 Now Virgil narrowed his eyes, but in confusion.

Logan cleared his throat.

“I haven’t heard of such a phenomenon happening with another side before. Which, of course I suppose makes sense. Seeing as this is a new thing, and we only know of other sides of Thomas. Not to mention you are the only side here with an affinity for spiders. As most of them have a fear of them due to Thomas’ arachnophobia…”

The rambling…was Logan nervous?

“Logan,” Virgil simply said.

Logan stopped mid-sentence and then adjusted his tie.

“Ah, right. Well, anyways, I found myself curious about the state of these spiders in your room. As I often am with anything out of the ordinary in the mindscape when it’s not solely imagination based. It only makes sense as the aspect of Thomas for logic. That I would want to know as much as I can, especially if it pertains to himself,” Logan said.

“Logan, you don’t have to justify being curious about something,” Virgil said.

Something shifted briefly in Logan’s face, that was gone in a blink. Logan adjusted his glasses.

“Of course not. I wasn’t doing that. I don’t need to do such a thing,” Logan said.

Virgil found himself wondering if Janus would call Logan out on that were he around. Virgil decided to let it be for now though.

“Okay. Anyways,” Virgil gestured for Logan to get to his point.

Logan nodded again.

“Right, yes. Is it okay with you that I enter your room and observe the spiders in there,” Logan asked.

Virgil blinked. He wasn’t sure why, but that was not what he expected Logan to ask.

Maybe to ask a bunch of questions, given Logan’s love for knowledge. But to actually want to see them? Nobody had ever expressed an interest in something of Virgil’s like that before. He didn’t blame the others for fearing spiders, of course. But it was nice that someone actually wanted to know more about the creatures. And not just want to get rid of them right away.

“Is that all?” Virgil found himself asking.

Logan nodded.

“Yes. I wanted to see how the many spiders behaved in an enclosed environment such as your room. Not to mention if their behaviors compare to real spiders at all. I'm curious to see what that could mean for Thomas’ subconscious,” Logan said.

“Okay. Yeah, you can watch them. But under one condition,” Virgil said and held a finger up.

Virgil could see the excited gleam in Logan’s eye once Virgil had said yes. Logan rolled his shoulders back and re-straightened his posture. But Virgil could still see Logan’s excitement.

“Yes, of course. What is it?” Logan asked.

“You must not harm any of them,” Virgil said more seriously. The others’ dislike of the spiders was not the only reason no one else had gone in since so many spawned. Like Virgil said, most of the spiders were so small. His difficulty keeping track of them made Virgil nervous as well. He wasn’t versed in the proper way to take care of so many spiders. They had started to crawl around before he could get them in an enclosed space for their own safety.

He didn’t want to chance anyone else stepping on them. Especially when he was barely sure about being able to avoid such a thing himself. Plus, even though he doesn’t think anyone would want to upset Virgil, he is well aware of fight-or-flight when it comes to seeing something you are afraid of. He doesn’t think anyone would want to upset Virgil. But one of them could smack a spider instinctively without meaning to.

Nobody had complained about the ban from his room for the time being. Yet, Virgil could see Logan being more careful. Logan had the science knowledge on how to be around critters. And would be more cautious in Virgil’s room anyways.

“If you so much as swing near a spider, I will ban you from my room and from all the spiders,” Virgil continued.

Logan nodded.

“Of course, Virgil. I promise, I mean no harm to your spiders. I will be extra careful,” Logan said.

Virgil’s shoulders untensed and he sighed in relief.

“Okay,” Virgil said. He gestured for Logan to follow him and headed to his room.

He stopped in front of his door and turned around. Then he waved for Logan to step back some. Logan furrowed his brows in confusion but stepped back anyways.

“Okay. So first, I need to make sure none of them are in the way. So there is a clear path to walk in without a chance of anyone getting stepped on. I also ask that you not come in here without me,” Virgil said.

“Of course, Virgil. This is your room. I wouldn’t enter without you unless you said I could.”

Virgil nodded and then carefully opened the door. He quickly looked on the ground and then stepped forward, closing the door behind him. He wanted to make sure none of them could escape from the room. Spiders running rampant through the mindscape was the last thing they needed.

As Virgil looked forward on the ground, he squinted and kneeled to get a better view. There were some on the floor. Looking like little black dots with tiny legs scattering about. He reached forward and gently brushed them to the side. Most of them reacted instantly, scurrying away. Some heading to the closest webs and jumping away. The ones closest to his hands started to climb onto his fingers the moment his warmth came near them.

He sighed at those ones and held his hands to his chest as he stood up. Then he moved his hands to the closest webs at his shoulder level and lead them to cling onto those instead.

Virgil scanned the floor another time to be sure and then turned to the door.

“Okay Logan! You can come in now. Please close the door quickly, and still watch your step the whole time. They move around a lot.”

The door opened and Logan swiftly slipped inside. He closed the door almost as soon as he was in. Honestly, Virgil was impressed.

Logan leaned against the door for a moment. Then he looked down in front of him, before he followed Virgil’s path to the center of the room. Logan walked at a slower pace though as he was looking around at the room.

Virgil’s room tended to have a lot of spider webs and cobwebs, as he liked the aesthetic. But there were way more now. The newer ones were more distinguishable. They had nicer designs and the designs were easier to see. Most of them didn’t block walkways thankfully. But the walls were covered in spiderwebs, along with some corners. And the webs were covered in spiders. They were scurrying about, spinning webs, and crawling along the furniture as well.

Logan looked around himself a lot, as though he couldn’t decide where to focus on.

“Fascinating…” Logan said, “I assumed that others had vastly overestimated the amount in here. Given the other sides’ wariness of spiders.”

Virgil snorted at that.

“Ah, no. The spiders reproduced fast.”

Logan hmmed at that. as he stepped forward to the wall right to their side. He observed a particularly intricate web hanging there.

“Do they always have this much energy?” Logan asked. His thinking face on.

Virgil thought about it.

“I’m not sure actually. There’s always some sort of movement going on, except maybe at night. It’s hard to determine if it’s the same spiders or not though,” Virgil said.

“Yes, I can imagine the sheer amount of them would make discerning that difficult. Now a 24/7 camera on them and careful observation may help with gathering data for that,” Logan muttered.

“I’m not putting a camera in here, Logan,” Virgil said.

Logan waved that off, “Yes, of course not. I was just thinking out loud,” Logan said.

Virgil hmmed at that. He knew Logan wouldn’t breach his privacy, but even bringing up such a thing made Virgil nervous.

Virgil took a breath. Logan continued to mutter to himself aloud. He leaned in closer to the webs than most people tended to, while being mindful not to get stuck in one.

A small hiss got Virgil’s attention, and he glanced to his bedside table. He smiled when he saw his first spider companion sitting there. Virgil walked over and then kneeled so he was eye-level with her.

“Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about you,” Virgil said softly.

He had no idea where her mate was though. Probably on one of the ceiling webs or something.

He reached forward slowly before he started to pet her.

He heard Logan come over to them, and then sit on the bed. The bed was one of the few places the spiders didn’t take over in the room. Unless it was night time and they decided to follow mom cuddling with Virgil. Before he has to shoo them away that is.

Virgil shifts so Logan can see, before Virgil puts a hand out in front of the bedside table. He gently coaxes her crawl onto his hand. Virgil felt her little legs tap lightly against his hand as she scurried on. He stood up with her in his hand. Then he turned to face Logan.

“Would you like to meet her?” Virgil asked.

Logan blinks. “Meet her?”

“You know, like pet her and maybe hold her,” Virgil said.

Logan looked at the spider with an awed look.

“Ah…if it is truly okay?” Logan asked.

Virgil nodded and sat beside the other on the bed.

“Yeah, I trust you. Plus, I’m right here in case you change your mind.”

Logan nodded.

“Alright.”

Virgil holds his hand out, and Logan reaches forward hesitantly. He pets her softly, barely even touching her.

“I can’t promise they would all be this chill with petting,” Virgil said. “Even if the others weren’t too small for that anyways. I don’t know them all yet. I haven’t even really tried naming the new ones, as I wouldn’t know how to keep track of which one was who.”

“What is this one’s name then?” Logan asked.

Virgil felt his face warm. Nobody had asked about her name yet, so he hadn’t needed to admit it.

“…Charlotte.”

Logan paused and then smiled.

“Like from the book?” Logan asked.

Virgil sighed.

“Yeah…I named her when I was young, alright? And I thought of the spider friend from the book when I saw her…” Virgil muttered.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed, Virgil. It’s cute,” Logan said, still smiling.

Virgil groaned.

“I don’t want to seem cute,” Virgil said.

“Ah, of course. Having one sentimental name for a pet doesn’t have to take away from your uh, quote ‘toughness’,” Logan said.

“I’ll give the other spiders much cooler names,” Virgil said.

“Of course. I would expect nothing less,” Logan said.

They went back to just focusing on the spider after that.

“It has been a while since Thomas has touched such a creature. Especially given his arachnophobia. I myself never have on my own. I don’t interact with the imagination much,” Logan said after a moment.

Virgil nods.

“I understand. I don’t go out of my way for the twins’ creatures. But it is nice to have my own little companion like this,” Virgil said.

Logan nodded, petting her softly again.

“Yes, I recall there are many positive benefits to having a pet. I can uh,” Logan clears his throat again, “I can see the appeal.”

“Did you want to hold her?” Virgil asked.

Logan inhaled.

“Yes,” He said.

Logan held his hands out.

“Be very careful with her,” Virgil said.

“I will,” Logan said softly.

Virgil quietly encouraged her to crawl onto Logan’s hand. She was much more hesitant to crawl onto Logan’s hand. Charlotte stepped forward at a slower pace as though cautious about the new surface.

Virgil saw Logan refrain from jolting at Charlotte’s first little taps onto his hand. He only twitched briefly. The touches of the little legs tickle, especially if you’re not used to it. Logan’s eyes widened as he looked down at her. After a moment of no more movement, Charlotte continued to crawl onto Logan’s hand.

He slowly brought her closer to his chest, and put his other hand up near the first as a wall to keep her from falling. She spun in a circle on his hand.

Logan’s mouth twitched into a smile at that.

“I think she likes you,” Virgil said.

Logan glanced up, but didn’t look away from her for long.

“How can you tell?” Logan asked.

Virgil shrugged.

“Well for one thing, the fact that she has stayed on your hand. She also hasn’t tried to bite or attack you at all,” Virgil said.

“Was that a concern?” Logan asked.

“I don’t know. Like I said, this hasn’t come up much. She at least doesn’t dislike you or see you as a threat. Probably because she trusts me,” Virgil said.

Logan nodded.

“Do you think she is more intelligent than a real spider? Along with the others around here?” Logan asked.

“I’m not sure. It wouldn’t surprise me though. Considering Thomas’ fear of spiders, these ones are surprisingly friendly. More so than I would expect,” Virgil said.

“That could make it easier for them to exist in the mindscape,” Logan said.

“Perhaps,” Virgil said.

Charlotte stayed put for a moment after doing her spins. She crawled side to side for a moment. But then decided to get brave and started to climb up Logan’s arm.

Logan gasped and froze, clearly unprepared for that.

“Charlotte no!” Virgil exclaimed. He wrapped his hands around her and pulled her off of Logan before she could get past his elbow.

She then proceeded to attempt crawling around his fingers.

“Gah!”

Virgil struggled to get a hold of her again. He ended up using a scientific gentle pinch to hold her still before setting her back down on the bedside table. She moved side to side again before starting to climb up the wall to get to the web there.

Virgil sighed and turned back to Logan.

“Sorry about that. She decided to be in an adventurous mood all the sudden,” Virgil said.

Logan laughed a little.

“It’s fine. Honestly, it was a bit amusing once I realized what was happening. I was only concerned it would be harder to watch out for her when she was crawling about,” Logan said.

 Virgil nodded.

“Yeah, I know what you mean. Which is why it was better to get her off of you. In fact, I think spider visit time may be over now. They may not seem like it, but spiders can actually get quite shy. I wouldn’t want to chance how they would be once they get tired of being around a new person,” Virgil said.

Logan nodded. “Of course. I’m grateful for any amount of time I got with them.”

Logan walked out of the room, Virgil behind him to close the door carefully again.

Logan smiled at Virgil once he was in the hallway.

“Thank you, Virgil. I know that was a bit of an unusual request for you. I don’t take your trust for granted,” Logan said.

Virgil smiled a bit shyly at him.

“No problem, Logan. It’s not that big of a deal. Let me know if you ever wanna swing by again to visit them. Maybe you can help me find a way to name the new ones without going crazy,” Virgil said.

Logan nodded at him.

“Of course. I’d be honored.”

[writingmeraki]

tag games 🎉

rules : write a favorite among your works, your least favorite work, and one you think deserves more hype. Then, also post a screenshot of your recently saved on Pinterest.

aight let's get this bread!!!!

tagged by : @tranquilpetrichor ( thank u for the tag mwuahhh 🫂)

tagging moots ( no pressure to do this but I'd love to see your responses too hehe ) :

@kpdlvr2 ; @bambikisss ; @misoxhappy ; @enluv ; @weoris ; @redm4ri ; @hsgwrld ; @strxwberry-skiess ; @hqrana ; @invuwrld ; @seungiepup ; @byuqi 💗

also u can join if u want to !!

[ favourite works ]

angel kisses

I don't even think I need to explain this tbh, it's pretty simple but ah just the idea of it is so so cute to me :( I find moles so beautiful and when I learnt they are also called angel kisses, this idea was born lol, gotta be one of my fave drabbles definitely

[ 11 : 37 ]

lol this one was v v random ??? but like it was so fun to write too...yeah I just like the cuteness of it ^^

you're no good for me

now this one was my biggest oneshot so far and man I hit some points of hating it but in the end I was pretty happy with it ^^ I'm glad many liked this as well :)

all my hcs !

lmao I only have like two rn but idk I find hcs fun to write kinda like a mini short stories with the writer inserting their own notes in between dialogues....or at least that's how I write mine 💀

[ least favourite works ]

fools of love

HEAR ME OUT hear me out before you end me for this but BUT this is one of my first works on here, I wrote this in a damn hospital 😭 KDJSKAKKW it was wild ngl. but like the first chapter is alright, I feel like the problem comes in at the second because if I'm being honest my ass did NOT plan it out well, I just...went with the flow?!#?#?? it got random and I felt it could have been done way way better !

worth it ?

dang another guesung one....dont k word me for this pls I beg............it was rushed and um yeah that's probably one of the main reasons its my least fave...but good news I might just re do the whole blind date plot...someday....sometime.

[ works that deserve more hype ]

hey stupid, I love you !

its actually not a problem of people not hyping it but mostly cause the sk nt community/fanbase here is pretty small...no one's fault but I hope more people get into them cause they deserve it !

blood red strings

hear me out I love this oneshot, I love the idea of it but maybe I didn't portray it well enough which I hope to redeem by making it into a proper fic sometime.

[ screenshot of last saved on pinterest]

( u will ignore the fact that they are hyung line enha pics more and not because I need them for something....)

um yeah that's basically about it ! I can't really think of anything more rn, still thank u fro reading all the way till here hehe <3

[claudiajcregg]

I love these! (Doing and asking :) 🙅‍♀️ 🤔 🏅☀️

Grrr. Tumblr ate the mostly written post because of course it did. Thank you for asking, Mia 💕 These were really fun to answer (and also hard). For someone who's really her worst critic, I do enjoy talking about my process and whatnot. I'm sorry in advance for all the rambling.

(If you want to ask me more, the questions are here ✨ )

🙅‍♀️ What is one trope you refuse to ever write?

I just don't see myself doing incest or bestiality. If we're talking more general things, I can't see myself writing cheating (with the asterisk of this being one member of the couple straying, and that there are possible situations where I wouldn't mind). Also, anything extremely violent, mostly because it's not something I often consume in media.

🤔 What’s one genre you’ve never written that you’d like to try?

Oh, maybe action and/or suspense? My writing style (intimate moments, conversations, just vibes) is not the most compatible, but if the situation arose... Sure! (I guess that, in a past life, I wrote around mysteries and crime and whatnot. I was too young then 😬 )

I also would love to be better at writing stories-within-stories. I absolutely do not have the talent to convincingly seem like the talented writers I'm doing. (Once again thinking of the fluffy memoir fic. And another one, which has a super fun premise, but my writing is failing it with this aspect, I fear.)

And not a genre specifically but collaboration? Again, I have super talented friends. I'd stick out like a sore thumb. I think it'd be fun!

🏅 What is the fic you’re most proud of?

I am my own worst critic but I would still probably say all of them, maybe? I saw something in them that I thought might connect with others and that's why they're out there. Even the ones that aren't (so many of them) and might never see the light of day. Writing isn't easy. It makes me nervous and makes me crave validation.

Anyway. The pageant answer is still true but as for actual ones, but using the way I would mentally refer to them, lol.

Big Block of Cheese 2008. I just saw it's at almost 100 kudos... excuse me what. I just felt it was something special from the moment I wrote it. I think I always would've posted it at some point, even if I hadn't made friends. None of my fics come close to it in terms of "love" and tbh, I'm fine with it.

St. Augustine. Just because it came to me so fast (I think it was mostly written in a morning?) and IDK, I love the scene. This one has broken out from most of my other purely CJD stories, whether it was timing or it getting recommended by the right people. It was nerve wracking writing something pre-canon but I think it went well! It was fun to write. I haven't read it in forever so I reserve the right to remove it from the list.

Obviously, star shine started it all but if I had a third spot... Portland. It's probably one of my flops (everything is, but this one especially) and yet. I recall being so proud right after I finished it and wanting people to read it. (It obviously grew since then because I can't shut up.) It's long, maybe unnecessarily so, but god does it get to me. I was in a writing rut (see next answer) and challenged myself to write 'canon' stories, and I think the two are good.

But... To be honest, the answer has to be my unposted multichapter. I always think it's bad until I read it, and it kinda hits, all imperfections aside. 150k words in 5-and-a-bit months (26/3 to 2/9?), 33 chapters. I wrote 2/3 of that in two months (with 19 being the last one I wrote before 19/5), until my muse decided she was done and I decided to actually change jobs. (I also wrote now-published fics like haunted by the notion or don't want you to go, as well as a bunch of other smaller ones, in between! WTF was I on in 2021? I think the mini reunion altered my brain chemistry.) I've considered just dropping a link to the unedited, unbetaed drive on the server one day, ngl.

ANYWAY. Too long-winded!

☀️ Has anyone ever left you a comment that made your day? What did it say?

UM. All of them? real talk here, I don't get many comments so I love them all. I write for a show that ended 17 years ago, for a small (and surprisingly divisive) ship (their loss - there's so much talent) so I should've known going in. It took me some time to internalize it. I'm also not that good a writer, so I'll take it. Comments mean the world to me, even if it's a "lovely" or "great job." Just taking a few seconds means a lot and writers aren't kidding when they say it's motivating. It's also how I've made friends in the fandom so yeah! comments!

To highlight some rather recent ones!

Haunted by the notion got so many from so different people, and they were all so incredibly nice when I was terrified. All of those broke me, and might be the reason why I've been struggling with a followup! (And why I've been wanting to post again soon, rather than wait.) From the other stories, I have two ~recent ones~ I actually bookmarked because they broke me.

miabicicletta's (💕 ) on St. Augustine. I woke up on a Saturday and I remember reading it from bed and crying. It was so incredibly kind and lovely and I couldn't remember the last time anyone had written anything as long. I still think about it all the time. 🥂 (I've now realized Steph also wrote another lovely one ♥️ That story and the love it got, man.)

krazykitkat's on all's well + her comment on St. Augustine because her stories are some of my favorites. I couldn't believe that someone whose work I adored and have read countless times since I finished the show six years ago had read one of my stories, but had liked it???? Didn't compute. Doesn't compute. She's read many since (see St. Augustine, the most recent one), commented and left kudos on a bunch, and it still... blows my mind. (This one happened while I was flying back from Stockholm and was the first thing I saw when I landed.)

But really - so many people have left so many kind messages over the last couple of years, and I've probably gotten emotional at all of them. That there are people out there who are reading the silly little stories that have come out of my brain... wonders never cease.

[datingdonovan]

Hey! I wish you well. I don't have a lot of experience with sending requests, but I really liked 10:45am. Do you have any intentions of making a sequence? If you do, would you mind tagging me? I just started reading Haikyuu × Reader content again, and Yamaguchi has always been my favourite (and it's always a bit difficult to find real gender neutral content for him) so 10:45am is just so sweet and cute. I'd love to see more of it.

— Hunter.

omg, Hunter! This is so sweet. Thank you for the note. I used to be much more involved in the hq fandom and actually recently sort of started posting my little writings again, so I really miss interacting with people and this note was such a welcome surprise! I ended up writing kind of a long explanation/series of thoughts in response so im gonna put a read more just to be respectful of the dash lol

I'm glad you like the gn reader - I do really try to do that and I'm so glad it was a positive side of the ficlet for you. Sometimes I slip up because I'm usually just inserting myself - ha ha - but with all my newer fics I do really try hard not to overly gender the reader!!!

I didn't have any intention of continuing on that particular piece, but I am going through a yamaguchi phase so might end up writing more for him in general. I do have a longer fic or potentially a series in mind that focuses on yamaguchi x reader over the course of a long road trip, with tsukki as reader's ex, so some similar themes there. also, I drafted and never finished a longer fic/series with a slightly similar situation to 10:45am, but with Suna (idk if you like him but if you liked the general situation it might appeal), and I am debating on whether or not to post some of that to my blog even if I end up never finishing it lol.

right now I am knee deep in writing a very long deh fanfic so I am not really sure if any of my longer hq fic ideas will come to fruition anytime soon, but if there are any other characters or situations you like let me know and I may have a drabble in my drafts - I feel like I'm probably more inclined right now to write short hq things than a longer, more involved fic, just since I'm already wayyyyy on that for my deh fic lol. here is my mini masterlist of hq ficlets (not updated since like last year lol before I started writing again for hq again recently), but you may want to give it a look and see if there are other boys you like - at some point i started to get into writing for boys that I felt were sort of underrated/random, so there might be something that catches your eye. let me know your thoughts bc I have never really taken requests but I'd be open to giving it a try sometime hahaha! but like I said I've had yamaguchi massively on the brain lately, so if you want I can also tag you in other random things I end up writing for him if you want! thank you so much for the message this was so sweet and I'm so glad you liked the piece :) <3

[sinnerbanshee]

(idk how to explain myself well, so if you need anything in more detail, just dm me <3)

!!WARNING!! the example leads to an <somewhat sexual> image, it's only to show you what I meant. Just wanna say that before u get jump scared with a random pic or smth TT

So m!reader and Gyomei (demon slayer) are like getting all kinky in the morning, which somehow led to m!reader's kinky side to come out. The next thing Gyomei knows, he's tied up against the wall (example) and before m!reader could do anything, he gets called for a mission or something, so he leaves Gyomei with vibrators everywhere (nipples, his tip, prostate) and a dildo to keep him stimulated for when he came back.

M!reader mission turned out to be a long one. And now it's nighttime when he finished 😭. When m!reader returns home to say sorry or something, he finds Gyomei laying on the ground, covered in cum, twitching for more :D (dude on the floor bc Mr.beefy here broke out of the ropes <3)

Thank you! :D

I'm very excited to write this, I love Gyomei!

I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TT

I upped the BDSM just to kinda match how you described it better, and because I add my own kinks to my fics just for a lil' self indulgence >:]

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Warnings NSFW: Bondage/BDSM, Toys, Torture, Masturbation, Multiple Orgasms, Teasing, Sensory Deprivation, Mind-Break, Some Size Kink, Mini Sir Kink

Reader: Male Reader

Pairing: Gyomei X Male Reader

Relationship: M/M

Title: Left Alone

It was early in the morning, the birds chirping outside the couple's estate. However, birds weren't the only sounds heard from outside, the two were moaning as they both pumped their lengths.

Gyomei's larger body being slightly slumped over yours as he stroked his length, you stroking your own.

You moaned loudly for him, knowing how much it riled him up. Gyomei himself was letting out gaspy, raspy moans as he masturbated in front of you, the sight only making you get closer to your own release.

"God, darling, mouse, please. Please cum with me"

The way he softly begged, but it seemed demanding at the same time, it all brought you closer to the edge.

You held your hips up so your cocks were touching, Gyomei's hand quickly wrapping around yours as he pumped both lengths.

"Yes sir"

Both of you were shouting at this point as you let out moans, both quickly coming to their releases, the liquid dripping down their connected lengths, Gyomei's hand, and down onto your stomach.

Gyomei sat up properly, not leaning over you anymore as you also sat up. Gyomei looking a little dazed as he smiled softly at you.

"Can we have more fun?"

The question itself out of context would have sounded innocent, but the way his length was already hardening again and he looked at you longingly, it was clear what the intention was.

You smiled at him and caressed his thigh as a yes before kissing him passionately.

"Of course baby, let me get the toys"

Gyomei nods as he sits patiently, waiting for you after pulling from the kiss. You got up and grabbed some rope, quite a few vibrators, a spare katana with the scabbard still on, a silk length of fabric, a dildo, and a bottle of lube.

Gyomei felt as you sat down on your shared futon behind him, tapping his shoulders and moving his arms softly to go above his head holding each wrist to the sheathed katana, wrapping the rope onto a ceiling fixture so his hands and the katana would stay in the air.

You grabbed the extra rope and wrapped it down his body, focusing more as you wrapped it around his chest and thighs, both physical features distracting you. You finally finished wrapping him in the rope, smiling at your work. (example)

You hummed, wrapping the length of silk around your lover's mouth, loose enough so he could still talk a bit.

You grab the bullet vibrators, and smirk as you place each against his most enjoyable spots, both his nipples, and the tip of his dick. You lube up two(2) of your fingers and the last bullet vibrator to push into Gyomei, teasing him a bit with your fingers before pulling them out.

You smile at your lover before finally grabbing the dildo, tapping Gyomei's ass to let him know what you're doing.

You lubed up the dildo, using quite a bit and slowly pushed it into Gyomei, your length twitching at the moans he made as you did so.

You switched to sitting in front of him and smiled as you caressed his face softly, letting him know you were still there as if he couldn't sense you from his years of training.

Just as you were about to say something, you could hear your crow yelling as it circled your shared estate, yelling about how you were to be sent out onto a mission.

You sighed in distaste before softly kissing Gyomei's cloth covered lips, whispering that you'd be back within a few hours.

He smiled and nodded, willing to be patient despite the constant torture on his erogenous zones.

You got dressed, ignoring the pain in your unbothered crotch as you kissed Gyomei goodbye, saying you'd be back as you left, closing the door to your shared room before properly leaving with your uniform on, katana on your hip.

-Hours later brought to you by the fact that your author has the flu-

It was now nighttime, the sun having set an hour before you even thought about leaving from your journey, you were now heavily worried about your husband, hoping he was okay.

As soon as you saw the land of your estate, you quickly run to your shares room, quickly opening the door, the sight making you gasp.

Gyomei was there, rope broken and snaped, on the floor, covered in his own cum sweat and tears. He was dazed, fucked out as his body twitched.

Your boner from hours ago suddenly came back, stronger. You quickly stepped in and slammed the sliding door shut. The noise gained Gyomei's attention as he looked in you direction, tears still falling down his face, drooling dripping down his chin.

"Are you okay honey? I'm so sorry for being gone for so long."

You got on your knees, squatting as you pet Gyomei's head, humming and kissing his forehead as he clinged to you, his hands quickly grasped at your crotch, still in sub space as he whined making quick work of your pants.

You groaned as his hands started to jerk you off, smiling down at him as you pet his hair, his sweat soaking it as he nuzzled into your hand and crotch.

You picked him up the best you could and made sure he could at least sit up stable enough to look at you. You smiled softly at him and kissed him softly, not wanting to overstimulate him more than he already was from before.

He quickly kissed back, desperate as he tried to grind his crotch against the still turned-on vibrator, his whole-body trembling, shaking in pleasure.

"Shh-shh, I'm sorry baby, let's get these vibrators off of you, then we can take a nice bath."

Gyomei quickly shakes his head as his large hands cover his nipples, moaning loudly as his hands touch his nipples, his cock shaking in a dry orgasm, drawing a blank.

You try not to laugh at him as you gently grab his hands, removing them from his chest as you lean in and remove the vibrators, kissing his nipples softly as he moans out.

"P-Please, touch, please"

The little words he could get out before moaning from the little touches and kisses you gave him. You thought it was adorable how broken his mind seemed just from a few hours of overstimulation, even though he went through the many tortures that was demon fights and the training for those.

"I'll gladly touch you baby"

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That's all you get for now, I will make a part two(2) but this is legit getting so mfing long.

I hope you enjoyed this long ass fanfic! I enjoyed writing it, and I think it's the longest fic I've written in 2 days.

[ruggiethethuggie]

A Quiet Night

a late night turned early morning with Ruggie Bucchi

WC: 3,277

*notes: I love the stars, the night sky, the sunrise, the sunset. They're some of my favorite things to see, I take so many pictures. I think Ruggie would really enjoy them, too. I am writing for myself, so I'm sorry in advance ♥ Also, fair warning this is not a happy hehe so funny fic. **tw: death and abandonment are talked about, idk i made myself want to cry writing this © please do not copy and or repost my work as your own, my brain is massive and these are my thoughts.

You opened your sleepy eyes. realizing you must’ve dozed off from how tired you were. You looked around the room as you rubbed your eyes. You were still in what you called your “house clothes”, an old faded League of Legends tee and a pair of your favorite black sweatpants.

Looking to the left of you on the bed, your companion for the night seemed to be missing. Where was he? You rolled out of bed, still half awake, and walked into the living room. You could hear pots and pans fumbling, cabinet doors opening- all coming from the kitchen.

You found Ruggie there, the culprit behind all this noise. You could see he had his hair pinned back away from his face, still in his oversized tee and gray sweatpants from earlier that night. He had his head in the cabinets, rummaging through them all. You could tell by the cracked doors that he had already been through half your kitchen.

“Ruggie? What are you doing?” you asked as you stood in the doorway.

Ruggie’s ears flicked as he heard your voice and turned in your direction.  “Well, hello there,” he said with a grin. “I wanted to make something for a late night snack, but I couldn't find anything. I should grab you more snacks tomorrow while I’m out.”

You walked over to him, wrapped your arms around him from behind, and laid your head against his back. His smell was intoxicating; it filled your senses full of comfort and warmth with every inhale. He made you feel so at home just by being next to him.

“What if I told you… I had a secret snack hidden away somewhere?” You teased.

Ruggie turned to look at you, your arms still wrapped around his waist. “Oh yeah, well what exactly is it? Maybe it’s something I want to eat.” he said, lifting his brows.

You let go, walked towards the back cabinets, and opened the last door. You never told anyone where you kept your secret stash at. What if visitors came and took your food? It had happened before and you refused to let it happen again.

You pulled out a small bag, hidden behind the boxes of hamburger helper and pasta noodles. You shaked it lightly at Ruggie. His eyes immediately lit up at what he saw- Hostess mini powdered donuts.

“Okay, I want those NOW,” he said, laughing and pointing at the bag. “Your cousin eats your applesauce one time and now I am forever doomed to try and find your hidden snacks.”

“Look, the applesauce had MY name on it. And- this is MY house; I make the rules here. No donuts for anyone unless I say so,” you said.

You made your way into the living room with the bag of donuts, setting ground rules that you will both share the bag and one of you was not going to eat them all. You both sat on the couch and enjoyed your late night snack. You grabbed your favorite blanket, actually a queen size comforter, and wrapped it around you. You still didn’t know what time it was; you just knew it was late given how dark it was outside.

3:07am.

It was that weird time at night where you could call it “late at night” or “early in the morning” and both would be appropriate. “Ruggie, it is so late, we may as well just stay up until morning. I don’t have to work tomorrow, so I can sleep all day anyway,” you suggested.

“You’re probably right,” he said. “Have you ever gone outside when it’s this dark out?”

“Are you insane? Why would anyone go outside this late? It is probably freezing cold outside. I don’t even like going outside during the day; I am definitely not going out at night either,” you said, snuggling into your blanket harder.

Ruggie laughed at your response. It was true, it was getting colder outside since December had just started. Every night grew closer and closer to freezing temps.

“Yeah, yeah, that might be, but have you seen the sky at night? Outside the city, you can really see the stars when it’s like this. Let’s go on the roof- I’ll show you. I might even learn you a constellation or two”

The stars? You had never thought about going out late at night to look at the stars. As a kid, you maybe only did this once or twice, but it never really “wowed” you. Part of you wanted to decline the offer to roll back into your warm bed with Ruggie, but the look on his face was so precious you couldn’t help but accept the offer.

With the nod of your head, Ruggie got up off the couch and started to put on his house slippers. He was a regular visitor at your house, after all, so it only made sense for Ruggie to have extra pairs of slippers and clothes readily available. At this point, he may as well be living with you for how much he stays there.

Ruggie threw on his old NRC hoodie and looked to see if you were ready. You stood there wrapped in your big, comfy blanket, only your head and fuzzy bear slippers able to be seen. Ruggie looked you up and down with a very confused expression on his face.

“Really… that is what you’re wearing? A giant blanket? Take your hoodie or something, please,” he laughed. “You are not getting mine tonight, even if you say you’re cold. I’m going to say ‘I told you so.’ “

He picked up your hoodie that was draped over the back of the computer chair in the living room. You stood in place, never coming out of your blanket, as the hoodie flew through the air and hit you in the abdomen before dropping to the floor on your slippers. Ruggie huffed at the sight and put his hands on his hips.

“WHAT? I don’t want my hoodie. I just want my blanket. It’s so big, I’ll even share it with you,” you said, giving him an innocent smile.

“Oh, I know why you’re doing this,” he said with a wink. “We can share the blanket, to keep us warm. Sure…”

You shook your head at his response as he made his way over to you. He still had his bangs pulled back from earlier. His eyes were right in front of you, looking deep inside your soul it felt like. His gaze always felt like he was searching for something normally. But in moments like this with you, it always softened; his blue gray eyes melted in your presence. You continued trailing your eyes across his face, looking at how his nostrils flared a little with every breath, trying to count his freckles as you stood staring in silence. You noticed his smile widened, making his fangs visible to you ever so slightly.

You were so entranced by his features that you would have never noticed his hands had found their way inside your blanket, searching as they went. You were brought back to reality as you felt the icey sting of his cold hands grab your hands.

“AH!?! Why are you so cold, good grief…” you said, trying to get your hands away and make sense of what he was trying to do.

“Come on, silly. I’m trying to get you to come on the roof with me, and you are standing here staring at me not hearing a word I said. Am I really that pretty to look at? No. But you know what is? The stars at night, and if we’re lucky, the sunrise tomorrow morning,” he said, lightly dragging you towards the back door.

~~

Your back porch had a covering over it. Using the side rails from the covering made it easy to get on top of the roof of the house. Ruggie climbed up first so that he could help you make your own climb. Of course, you had to remove your nice blanket before getting up there, but Ruggie willingly gave it back to you once you were both on the roof.

You were in awe as you finally got settled on the roof. You and Ruggie were sharing the blanket with it wrapped around you both, sitting close to each other to feel the warmth of each other’s body heat.

The night was quiet. Your house was not necessarily in the countryside, but it was on the outskirts of the big city- away from all the bustling and sounds of city life. You enjoyed the peace you got from living out there. There wasn’t a lot of traffic; you could easily get to your job using back roads; the mornings and evenings were quiet.

Ruggie was already staring above, looking at the night sky and the beautiful images the stars painted.

“When I was younger, I used to come on my roof a lot and watch the stars at night. Granted, most of the time I thought an airplane was a star, but I was enjoying myself,” he said.

“Really? That’s actually pretty neat. How’d you sneak out though? My mom would’ve heard me if I ever tried to leave my room at night,” you said. “My room was right across from hers, and since it was a trailer, those walls were THIN. She could hear me drop a pen in my room I’m sure,” you laughed.

“I grew up with just my Gram, remember? But her room was on the other side of our house. Honestly, I think she probably knew I came up on the roof a lot. But she trusted me to not get into too much trouble, so I think she didn’t bother me about it,” he said. “Sometimes, I would stare at the stars and just think about a lot of things. The stars really put stuff into perspective for me.”

You could sense that the conversation felt like it was getting heavier as you two spoke and decided to lighten it some. “So what stars are out tonight? Any cool constellations I can see, or do I have to have a fancy telescope to see them?”

Ruggie cuddled closer to you, trying to show you the stars from your point of view so you can see which is which easier. He was pointing out stars, telling you their names, what constellations they make up, what planets are near them, and even how big some of the stars are. The look on his face as he spoke was breathtaking.

“Ya know, I would have never expected you to know any of this. I feel like stars are such a random thing for you to know a lot about,” you teased as you nudged him.

“Aha, yeah. I guess it is a pretty random thing to know, but I know lots of things. Don’t let this pretty face fool you, I am very “big brained” as they say,” Ruggie said, nudging you back. He continued on telling you about the stars. “See that one there,” he pointed. “That one is called Sirius, and if you look here, here – here, here, and right there. Those stars with Sirius all make up the Winter Hexagon, can you see it?”

You were following his pointing as best as you could, but for the life of you, you could not make out the hexagon he was trying to show you. You just nodded and said, “I can kinda see it, but not all the way… I will take your word for it.”

You both continued to look at the sky and talk about the stars, but you wanted to know more. Not about the stars, but about Ruggie.

“So what types of things did you think about when you looked at the stars? Like what career you wanted to go into, or like what?”

“Well.. not really. It was more about how different my life would have been with certain people in it,” he said. “But I guess every now and then, I did think about my future and if what I was doing was the right thing.”

“Certain people like who? Like your dad?” you asked.

“Him. My mom. What if I had other siblings? What if I wasn’t raised poor and my family was loaded? All of those types of things. Like, what was my dad doing all these years while I was alone with Gram?” he said.

“I feel that.. My dad left when I was a kid, too. I grew up wondering the same thing,” you said, moving your gaze from the beautiful stars to the cold roof’s shingles. “I mean, my dad left before I was even born. He didn’t even care to see what kind of person I was going to be before leaving. He just.. left, and didn’t care about me or my mom. I can understand how it would make you feel, like why was I not good enough to even be given a chance?”

You could feel Ruggie’s gaze on you. You looked over to see his expression almost seemed saddened by your words.

“You’re more than enough. My dad left before I was born, too,” he said, turning his gaze back to the stars. “I wish my mom could have seen me grow up. I think she would have liked the kind of person Gram raised me to be. I might not be the most proper or the most educated person, but I think I do pretty well for someone growing up in my circumstances. I’m not in jail like some of these people at least.”

You snuggled in closer to him, listening to his words in the quiet night. You had never talked to Ruggie about his mom or her passing because you knew it was a sensitive subject for him and not one he really delved into a lot. Everything you knew about her was from stories Ruggie’s grandmother told you while he wasn’t around. You knew she had gotten pregnant young and wasn’t really prepared to have Ruggie, which led to many arguments between her and Ruggie’s dad- ultimately leading to his leave since he wasn’t ready to become a parent yet.

Ruggie’s grandma had told you how happy Ruggie’s mom was when she finally had the nursery room ready. His grandma told you how she went through books upon books to find a perfect name for Ruggie. Unfortunately, before Ruggie was born, his mom went through a really hard time financially. She ended up selling a lot of her own personal items in order to provide for her unborn baby. She decided a week before Ruggie was born what his name would be. Ruggie, something similar to “rugged” but still had a fun sound to it. She knew he wasn’t going to grow up like a normal kid, even if she beat the statistics and survived childbirth, he still would have been raised in a low income family- possibly missing out on so many opportunities she wanted him to have, but never had the money to afford.

“I think she would really, really, really love how you turned out, Ruggie. She would be so proud of you; I am so proud of you. You work so hard every day, you truly are amazing and I’m not sure how I got so lucky with you,” you said.

“Do you think so? My grandma has worked pretty hard to make me an upstanding citizen, sometimes I feel bad for the petty crimes I did as a kid,” he said.

“It’s fine, Ruggie, you only did it because you had to. It’s all in the past anyway. Your mom would be very proud, I swear. Look at how hard you worked to get onto the National Spelldrive Team? You should be so proud of your accomplishments, I am proud of you everyday. You should ask my coworkers how annoying I am talking about you all the time,” you said, grabbing his hand to hold.

Ruggie gave you a large hug at your words, basically tackling you to the roof. He was practically laying on top of you, smiling down at you. “Thank you for that, it means a lot to me,” he said.

You smiled back at him reassuringly, but then immediately changed expressions, “Of course, but okay now get off me, you are ruining the covers and I want to be bundled back up.”

Ruggie rolled to your side and let you adjust the blankets to your liking. You were always so particular about the blankets; he would sit and watch you fix the blankets at the foot of the bed every night or else he would have to hear you complain for an hour about how the covers “don’t feel right on your feet.”

Laying beside you on his back, Ruggie went back to staring at the sky. “You know, in the Sunset Savana, they say the stars are our ancestors looking down on us.”

You glanced at Ruggie, his eyes never leaving the sky.

“I am really not ready for my Gram to join my mom in the stars,” he said.

You rolled over onto your stomach, holding yourself up on your arms. “Ruggie, why are you thinking about this? Your grandma is nowhere near her time, she still has a lot of life to live,” you said.

“I don’t know why I’m thinking like this. This is how it was growing up, too. I just had so many thoughts I would think about and one thing would always lead to another. I think I’m just worried about what I’ll do when I don’t have her anymore. I won’t have my dad, my mom, or my grandmother. And I don’t think I’m really ready for that..” he said quietly.

You sat back up at this point, grabbing Ruggie’s attention. “You’ll still have me though, I will always be here for you. I’m not going anywhere.”

Ruggie sat up with you and adjusted the blanket to wrap around you both again. “You’re right, I’m not letting you go anywhere. You’re stuck with me, aha,” he laughed. He looked back to the sky, at this point the sun was almost at the horizon. The dark blue hues in the night sky were slowly fading into the warm yellow rays from the sun.

“I guess we stayed up here til sunrise. It’s been awhile since I’ve watched one, and the first I've watched with anyone besides my Gram,” he said smiling at you.

You looked on towards the sky, watching the slow changes of color. “Well, I’m glad I get to watch it with you. My first rooftop sunrise,” you said as you laid your head against his shoulder.

The sun continued to rise as you were fighting the urge to close your eyes. It was a beautiful sky, full of vibrant reds and yellows. Something about you having your head laying on Ruggie’s shoulder, watching the sunrise, and listening to the birds chirp early in the morning made you feel at home.

Ruggie couldn’t help but smile as he watched the sunrise with you, lost in his own thoughts about life after a long night of conversations between you two.

“Ya know, the sunrise is my second favorite thing to wake up to every morning,” he said, as he glanced down at you. You were already asleep, succumbing to the weight of your eyes. Ruggie gently removed you from his shoulder and placed your head into his lap, running his fingers through your hair as he continued to watch the sunrise.