#but i miss writing fics and i miss yall!!

[blkkasa]

Basketball Player! Connie x Instagram Model! Black Oc

Summary: you being his number one biggest fan (🤭)

Contexts/Warnings: a short-long fic, modern, short smut, fluff, famous instagram model black oc (Aya), a well-known basketball player connie springer, etc.

Notes: i made this because i missed writing fics and stuff but keep in mind... this is my first time writing a fic on this app so don't expect it to be perfect in any way. (Im thinking about making a part two but idk. what yall think?)

Word Count: 1232

"GO CONNIE! YOU CAN DO THIS"

He heard his girlfriend's voice and smiled while playing basketball. Everything about her motivates him to do anything, and all thanks to Sasha for introducing them to each other.

Aya and Sasha are sitting at the bleachers watching Connie from a distance but Sasha is having a problem getting no responses or answers from her other best friend.

"Aya, have you heard from Mikasa lately? Like... she isn't answering my calls or texts and here I am asking you where she's at" Sasha gets annoyed at her phone and looks at Aya like she's finna throw a fit at her.

"No girl. I haven't but if you do please remind me because... I need her to help me out picking outfits to wear for my next photoshoot next week."

"Oh don't worry bestie, I'll let you know but thanks for trying though. Ugh! Mikasa needs to answer her phone these days" Sasha whines.

Aya giggles at her friend's complaints about her best friend. She receives a message from her mom telling her to call her little sister at 5:00. "Okay mama..." She rolls her eyes while liking her mom's message and putting her phone back in her purse.

(2 hours later) The game ends and Connie's team wins.

Aya runs up to her boyfriend and gives him the biggest hug yet.

"Baby I'm so proud of you" She kisses him as she says this.

"Thank you mamas. I love you princess." He smiled at her and they both walked to the door by the lockers where the boys can grab their things out of their lockers.

"I'll wait out here while you grab your things."

"Okay beautiful" He winks at her.

Aya was worried about everything, her mom, her friends, and especially her boyfriend. She thought about what would happen tomorrow since it was going to be a long day. She scrolls on her phone looking at her friends' and celebrities' posts, liking them as if she hasn't been active on there since three weeks ago after her last photoshoot. Connie comes back with his things and sneaks behind her to give her a hug and give her neck kisses.

"Hey love, I'm back and I also have a surprise for you at my house" He smirked, loving everything about her.

" Oh? A surprise? For me?" She giggles

"Yes for you mamas" He chuckled and grabbed her by her hand and they walked towards Sasha.

"You're so sweet, you know?" Aya looked at him with glee and kissed him on his cheek.

"Yes princess" He kissed her hand and smiled.

"OH SHIT HEY GUYS" Sasha looked at them and hugged them

"Yo sasha wassup" Connie hugged her back and they did their little signature handshake.

"Hey sash" Aya winked at her

"Oh my gosh. You guys are would never believe what just happened to me"

"What happened?" The couple looked at her confused and interested at what Sasha was going to say.

"So... this beautiful man came up to me and asked me out on a date and bro. When I tell yall, i was screaming. I WAS SCREAMING but not to loud" Sasha was smiling so hard and cheesy about this dream boy.

"Okayyy boo" Aya cheered for her

"Oh shit sasha has finally found her a guy" Connie laughs

"Okay... not too much" Sasha rolled her eyes and smacked him by his arm

"No but in all seriousness he better treat you right or ill beat the shit outta his ass. Like i don't fucking play that shit" Connie huffed.

"Connie, chill... it's fine" Sasha chuckled

Jean and Eren came by them after communicating with the team.

"Wassup guys" The boys came towards them

"Oh shit is that Aya??" Eren looked at her and hugged her

"Heyyyy renn" She hugged him while jokingly slapped the back of his head and ran behind connie from him.

"OW???" He looked so shocked to the point that he didn't even process what just happened to him.

"my bad" Aya laughed

The group walked to the parking lot and said goodbyes to each other.

"Hey babe?"

"Yes mamas?" He turned to look at her while walking to his car.

"So... this morning after you left, my mama called me about something and i wanted to ask you... are you available next week? Because I asked my boss if you would like to participate in my photo shoots?"

"Really??? Yes, pretty girl, anything for you" He kissed her and opened the door for her.

"Yayyy omg" She hugged and got inside his car.

Connie got inside the driver's seat, buckled up, and drove home. He grabs her thighs and squeezed them while focusing on the road. Aya groaned a bit and moved his hand between her legs, letting him do the work. He gets to the red light and looks at her while putting his hand inside her pants. She groaned a bit louder after he rubbed her cunt, looking at her and smirked.

"You like this huh mamas?" He winked at her and rubbed her cunt a little faster.

"Ngh... yes" She moaned.

The light turned green and before he drove home, he drove into an empty parking lot where nobody could see them.

He unbuckled his seatbelt, removing his hand from her beautiful cunt while letting her remove her seatbelt, and got on top of his lap.

They made out for 10 minutes and removed all their clothes off. They switched places and he began to devour her.

"f-fuck! connie.... a-ah!" She gripped his neck for support while her legs were around his shoulders.

"You taste so good mama... shit! i could do this all day with you princess" He kisses and licks her up until she cums. He devoured her for 5 minutes. He kissed her thighs and bit them giving her bite marks.

"c-connie.... oh! you f-feel... s-so good... ngh!" She looks at him with teary eyes while he fingers her.

"ngh... mamas... you look so damn gorgeous crying for me, fuck...!" He fingers her faster until she cums on his face.

"FUCK" She cummed all over him.

They sat back to their seats and heavily breathed for 5 minutes trying to get their breaths back.

"Hey pretty girl, when we get home ill run us some bath water and order pizza. okay?"

"Okay babe." She blew him a kiss.

Connie looked at his phone checking any messages his friends or family sent him. He received 100 messages from the gc, 20 messages from his mom, and 5 messages from Jean.

"Shit. That's alot of fucking messages" He sighed.

Aya giggled at him and put her clothes back on while he did the same. They drove home without saying a word to each other.

(20 minutes later)

"Hey princess, I got your surprise in the room. go look" He carried her inside the house and put her down on the floor to take their jackets and shoes off.

Aya walked to their room and saw flowers, chocolate, candles, two presents, and an envelope on their king sized bed.

"OMG!! FOR ME?? THANK YOU SO MUCH BABY" She hugged so hard and gave him face kisses.

"Yes babe everything is yours, who else would i give it too" He laughed and kissed her face.

"It doesn't matter. all i know is that this stuff is mines" She smiled and closed the door.

@blkkasa

Notes: so if yall want visuals of Aya, Connie, and their fits in this whole fic then let me know cause I got yall. Also, let me know who i should write about next when i upload a poll, okay? thank you babes 💗.

[welcometoteyvat]

Hello! Do you have any recommendations on Zhongli/Xiao, or Chongyun and Xiao (either romantic or general) fics?

rubs hands together indeed i do. also highly recommend checking out the authors bc a lot of them have other incredible fic for the characters you're looking for!!

zhongxiao

Give me your heart (and I'll show you how to feel) by peredain (M, ongoing, 40k, some dom/sub themes, modern au) i will love modern aus until the end of time and this one has good plot, descriptions, and the feels. also i love that the yaksha group dynamics are fleshed out in this! they're so rare to find

fault lines by viverella (T, 23k, oneshot). scream. the tenderness and tension in this is so gentle. i fell to my knees bc these two old men. zhongli's voice is so nicely written :')

to carve nature at its joints (author commentary) and for services rendered by yelp (oneshots, 1k and 2k) the first is based on xiao's dream eating ability, and the second is about morax's inevitable erosion. the author has such an ability with words and their descriptions of xiao's loyalty, and zhongli's trust. i cherish greatly

bird in a cage by stormyseasons (gen, 33k, complete) i need to finish this but ohhhhhh it is insane,, the tenderness..... it traces xiao and zhongli's past through the archon war. also yaksha dynamics in this are so good

xiaoyun

i linked 4 in this post (please read these they're incredible) but heres more

lonely reflections (complete, 41k, M) and the sequel paper cranes (ongoing, 14k, E) by NocturnalFriend. chongyun's demon hunting expedition in the chasm takes a wrong turn. ive been meaning to read both but have heard v good things

intact by blurredbarcode; oneshot, gen, short and sweet!

reduced to just standing around, how absurd by justafellow04 this one's cute! it's an elaboration of a lantern rite lore bit that says chongyun's yang doesn't actually help xiao and its sweet :-)

also while im here: self promo of my xiaoyun writing exercises lol (v short drabbles of these two in different scenarios)

xiao and chongyun

"I won't let you become me, you'll be so much more" (170k words, ongoing) by snubton, which I think a lotttttt of people are fond of; I haven't read it myself (..writing style turnoff) but I've heard a bunch of good things. chongyun and xiao mentor mentee journey basically

after winter comes spring. 1/5 chapters, unfinished, featuring chongyun's yang energy and a flashback. it's sweet <3

[nectarine-neuroticism]

having fun working on a commission for arturo. he wanted one of his ocs (angel, left) included in the commission, and another oc (paulina, right) that we brainstormed together for the sake of this fic.

i decided to let my computer charge a bit after writing for a while, so i decided to make picrews of the ocs (couldn't resist with makowka, long time fave tbh) just to help make the visualizations of them "tangible."

then i decided to make the rest of the mcs as picrews lol. take this as you will.

anyways,,, enjoy.

also, before you ask, yes. i did give benji a little gay boy earring. i asked simon if it was okay and he said all things are as they should be.

[loeyparker]

just logged back in after decades of inactivity n wanted to wish everyone happy holidays!!!!!!! i love n miss you all

[evansbby]

poyt 5 is such a fucking rollercoaster, y’all! like i feel like people may not like it bc it’s so all over the place and it reads more like a book than a chapter 😭😭 in the sense that there isn’t just a beginning - middle - climax - end. It’s more like, a bazillion ups and downs, about three climaxes, three very emotional and poignant scenes (although I guess the main heart-wrenching scene is the big one in the middle, and then there’s a lot of mini heart-wrenches) and then there’s also a bit of comedic stuff which we haven’t seen in the other poyt parts, and some heavy romance stuff and revelation stuff, of course the main biggest climax, and then the ending and then the epilogue…

I guess I’m saying all this bc I feel like people will get bored halfway through bc it’s so super long 😭😭😭😭 I’m so so so anxious about people losing interest bc poyt 5 is very different structure wise 😭😭 I just threw EVERYTHING in without caution and now I’m editing and it’s like… some scenes are way too long but then I don’t want to cut anything, I feel like everything is so important to the story!!! And I keep thinking back to poyt 4 to reassure myself, bc it was 22k words long but I remember some of you saying that it didn’t FEEL like 22k words bc it went by quickly! I JUST HOPE y’all feel the same way about poyt 5😭

[ell-arts]

Baby Tears

He didn't understand.

The mute mutterings, the mourning eyes, the cold tears.

The black suits and gowns, the tolling chapel's bell, or the sadness on his aunt's face.

All this grief and heartache.

It confused him. His young, naïve, 7-year-old mind couldn't understand it at all.

Couldn't understand the weight and meaning of the funeral.

Or the not-funeral. The adults sometimes called it a memorial. Not that he knew the difference.

He's heard the people speak. Heard them whisper and mourn. Listened with only half an ear to the priest's honourings.

Words of empathy overlapped. A hymn of condolences, speeches, and formal utterances.

Above the lull and sway of confusing words, only one phrase had stuck to him.

"Missing and never found."

The service ended, and friends and family stuck around for one last vigil.

Little blue eyes searched the crowd, looking for the familiar face of his aunt. A man held his little hand, a friend of theirs, keeping him from wandering off.

He spotted his aunt back over at the memorial, littered with photos and candles. He nearly didn't recognise her usually chipper face behind the mask of thinly veiled tears.

The yellow boy tugged at the man's hand, wanting to go over to her. Blue eyes looked up when the man didn't budge.

"I'm sorry, little lad," the green man intoned, the sadness in his own voice muffled by the rain. "Your auntie just needs some space."

The boy's only response was a saddened pout, gazing over at his aunt again. At her despondent figure, kneeling above a picture of two faces he could hardly recognise anymore.

"Auntie Spheria," the little boy murmured that evening back at their home.

"When are they coming back?"

She had gone numb, frozen in her step. Halfway from reaching for the pan in the cupboard, dinner barely prepared.

In her limp silence, she didn't answer him. Couldn't answer him from behind the fresh look of heartbreak on her face.

The little boy's face fell. He had made her sad again.

Little feet trudged over to her side, and the young orb tucked himself under his aunt's arm, wrapping his arms around her waist. Giving comfort, while also seeking comfort.

The kitchen held its breath. A dreary silence.

A warm hand tucked the little boy closer, holding him as though to protect him from the weight of his unanswered questions. His aunt swallowed a sob.

He won't understand. The little boy wouldn't understand for a very long time.

That his mother and father have been missing for years.

And may never come back.

[achaotichuman]

Sometimes I love how vague SJM is with the rules of magic in her world, cause then it means I can say stuff like, Tamlin can create a forest made up entirely of oozing writhing flesh, and technically it can be canon.

Ofc, then this also comes with a price, I have to make all the rules myself for my fanfics, but that's it's own kind of fun.

It's a little bit difficult though with shapeshifters, cause it's really easy to accidently make them overpowered. Like I decided, shapeshifters could take any kind of living matter and turn it into any other kind of living matter.

But I also wanted to cull back the powerfulness of that kind of ability, because my main character (Tamlin's daughter) lost her arm, and it's a lot less impactful when, technically, she could shapeshift a new one.

So, on one hand, I could theoretically, make it so that you can't make new matter, you have to work with what you've got, and without enough flesh already attached to make a new arm, you just can't. There are two flaws with that to, one being how do they shapeshift into massive beasts, where are they harvesting the flesh for that, and secondly I want these people to be able to fuck around with their bodily autonomy for non-conforming gender related reasons, and how tf can someone shapeshift a dick of convenient size but not shapeshift a new arm.

So, I've come up with an idea, they can engorge matter, and push it until you have enough to, yk, make a beast, a new arm, a dick, but after a while, it just gets super uncomfy, because their body just starts to reject it. And if they force it to stay in one form for too long, their magic will just force them to return to normal, and its a super painful process.

But then I also get to thinking, what if the magic making the body react like this is a learned process because of shapeshifters that stayed in a new form for too long and went insane, and like idk, molded to the earth itself and lost complete control of their senses.

I'm thinkin somethin like this (art by Alex Kuhn )

It is... really late.

[green-tea-lemonade]

OH MY GOD YOU'RE BACK I'M SO HAPPY!!! YOU ARE MY FAVORITE ARTIST EVER EVER EVER AAAAHHHH

AAAAAA thank you that literally means so much for me to hear!!!!! YESSS!!! I am back!!! >:33

I have so much SolNep content I wanna spew out from silly doodles to very random AU art to actual stories and more!!!!

[cr-amber]

hi tumblr i'm not dead

[chattahoochiecoochie]

Boyfriends!

Summary: The plotting had to start somewhere, right? 

Word Count:  1.2K

A/N: I got asks all through writing this so now I don’t even know what I think, but here you go. 

“How’s that quad doing, Joe?” She’s standing behind the leg press, looking down at where he’s splayed out. It’s fine, back to being comfortable the way it always is after she takes care of him—not that he’ll mention it.

“Manageable.” He winces as he pushes the press back into place, putting a hand over the quad in question, for added effect.

“Manageable? We’re on his third set.” Sam scoffs from where he’s standing, smirking at the trainer.

Joe narrows his eyes at Sam, setting his mouth in a hard line as he tries to get the message across without telling the other man to shut up, out right. Don’t fuck this up for me. The longer he draws out the issue with his quad, the more time he gets with her. In her exam room, chatting on the sidelines during scrimmages. More time with her hands on him, pretty little eyes looking at his.

He’s not doing a great job so far, he knows that. She’s probably only nice because she has to be, because she’s being polite. But she smiles at him when he sees her in the facility halls and checks in on him randomly, like she’s doing now. And that's something. It’s something.

“Really? That’s fantastic.” She’s got her hands on her hips now, standing over him with a wide smile on her face, eyes bright.

“Big mans pushing five fifty thanks to you.”

“You said this is the third set?”

“Was.” Says Joe, sighing. Five fifty is more than manageable weight, and she’s not an idiot. He’ll have to sprain an ankle before he has another excuse to take up her time. Fuck.

“Why don’t you swing by at the end of the day and we’ll do a workup.” She puts a hand on his shoulder, patting him gently. “Just to mark your progress. Make sure this is sustainable.”

The suggestion makes him do a double take. She’s smiling at him, hand lingering. Joe feels his heart skip a beat under her touch. Just to mark his progress. He’ll take what he can get.

“Yeah, uh yeah. I can do that.” He tilts his chin back to get a better look at her. “I’m supposed to watch some tape after this but I could come by after? If you don’t think you’ll be busy?”

Desperate. He sounds desperate. Fuck. He is, definitely—for anything she’ll give him—but that's no reason to make it so obvious.

“I’ll be around.” Her hand falls from his shoulder. “Don’t hurt anything else before then, okay?”

Joe nods at her, waving as she starts to walk away. When he finally brings his focus back to his workout, Sam is struggling to contain a smirk, fidgeting behind the machine as he watches Joe reengage the press.

“Someone’s got a crush on little miss trainer.”

“I do not.” Joe reps the machine, fighting through the weight to snap back at Sam.

“Do too.” His tone is flippant before making a dramatic drop. Feigning concern, Sam lets his face fall, looking hurt. “What’s she got that I don’t have?”

Joe feels himself falter, wind rushing out of him as he barely manages to catch the press on its backslide.

“What we have isn’t enough?” Sam presses the bit, sounding jealous.

They don’t have anything—technically. Yes, they do everything together, including but not limited to carpooling to work and spending meals together. Joe can’t really cook and Sam follows a similar diet, and knows his way around the kitchen. Well, a grill at least. And a takeout menu. And yes, they stay up late playing Madden and watching movies, and Sam’s got a spare key to his place—Joe’s got a hot tub and he doesn’t. But it doesn’t mean anything. Sam was his first friend on the team after Ja’Marr, they hit it off instantly. And just because they sometimes fall asleep on the couch together—like that one time—

Joe cuts the thought off. No they don’t have anything. But he and little miss trainer could. If he could grow a pair and stop pretending to give a shit about team rules. No fraternization.

“So what if I have a crush on her?” Joe grunts, voice gruff as he reps again.

“Relax, Joey boy. I do too.”

“You do too?” Why does he sound jealous?

“Everyone does.” Sam turns serious, leaning over the back of the machine. “She’s pretty, smart, innocent. Small enough to pick up and play with. All shy when she touches on us.” He rambles on, oblivious to the fact that Joe has lost himself in thought.

Everyone has a crush on her? Sam has a crush on her? Sam who he’d woken up holding only a morning ago? Sam who made them breakfast in just a towel after a morning dip in his pool? Not that the towel meant anything to him. And not that he’d noticed how nicely it sat on Sam’s hip—because he hadn’t. He had a crush on their trainer too?

“What, you thought you were the only one with an eye on her?” Sam cuts through his thoughts, leaning over the machine.

“No, no. It’s cute that you think you have a chance though.” Sitting up on the machine, he brings himself face to face with Sam, hands braced around the brunettes. His tone is playful, an attempt at teasing to disguise the jealousy he feels. Because that’s what it is. He knows it.

“Tell you what, why don’t we just ask her?” Sam smirks at him, nose almost touching his. “That’d make things easy, huh?”

“Yeah, why don’t we?” He sounds pathetic, he knows it.

“Of course, then she’d have to pick one of us.”

“Who knows, maybe we’re not her type.” Better that way at this rate, rejection from her wouldn’t jeopardize this—whatever this is.

“Be better if we could both have her. What's that saying? Threes better than two.”

“Two’s better than one.” The correction comes before the realization. If we could both have her.  Joe feels his mind catch.

“Same shit. Unless of course you’d rather risk losing to me.” Risk losing me, is all Joe hears.

“Yeah, lose, to you.” He counters, trying to cover.

“Think about it, Joey. We do everything else together anyways. Best friends, and all that.” He’s relaxed, standing back from the machine with a hand in the air, verbalizing the potential he sees. “Bet she’d love that hot tub of yours. You think she’s ever skinny dipped? Course we’d have to stop sleeping on your couch…”

Joe twitches at the suggestion, turning over the middle of the machine to put his knees together on one side, hands on his thighs. He can see it clear as day, the fantasy Sam’s spelling out. The three of them—the two of them—with her between them. Its a thousand things all at once. Her in his bed, on his couch, sitting in the passenger seat of his car. She’s in a jersey—numbers flashing from his back to Sam’s. He swallows, fighting through the thought of her and Sam in his pool, skinny dipping like the brunette had mentioned.

“You think she’d go for that?” He asks through gritted teeth, hardly recognizing his own voice.

“Worth a shot, right? I mean who knows. Sounds good though doesn’t it.” Sam’s beside him, a hand over the front of the shorts, palm pressed into the fabric. “I’m getting hard just thinking about it, fuck.”

“We’d have to—we’d have to be smart about it.” He speaks slowly, fighting through the haze of his own wave of nerves. “If it were to really work.”

[viraaja]

Your fanfics are so good! I hope that you keep writing (if you want to that is!)

You're so sweet anon!! I've been quiet the last couple months while working on original writing but will be getting back to my fanfics very soon :) xo

[calethescammer]

Records are annoying him again

[hueseok]

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[lady-of-snails]

no new fanfics since 2022 💔 r u planning on writing again anytime soon ? /pos

WAIT THIS MAKES ME SO SAD ITS BEEN THAT LONG?????? damn friends thats my bad. one day the overwhelming urge to write just left me and i haven't been not-busy for long enough since then for it to come back. i do occasionally get excited about stuff and want to go back and write but i never have good ideas or enough time </3

i miss y'all though and it means a lot that anyone is still paying attention!!! hmmmmm mayhaps if anyone has prompts they can send them in? i should have a handful of free time this summer, we can see if my gears get turning!!

[thompsborn]

going on six hours of ao3 being down…… i crave my bedtime stories the way i crave water on a hot day……….