#current fic on hold

[lovetriangled]

my brain has been yelling at me to write robin & mike's friendship development so now i must do it in the form of a painfully long and slightly tragic fic

[benevolenterrancy]

I absolutely love just how many time-travel fix-it fics there are in this fandom

[starrystevie]

"what are you doing," eddie mumbles in confusion, hair fanned out on steve's pillow, the moonlight streaming in giving him a hazy halo.

there's a hand on the side of his face and it's cupping his cheek, thumb stroking over his skin. it's soft, so soft, too soft. another hand is trapping his against the mattress, fingers trailing over his forearm before tangling into his own and squeezing tight. it's gentle, so gentle, too gentle.

eddie isn't soft, eddie isn't gentle. eddie isn't making love in a full size bed with wallpaper that matches the drapes. he isn't fluttering kisses in time with fluttering heartbeats and the fluttering wings of butterflies trapped in his stomach like the most lovely cage.

eddie is fucking at 2am when there's enough intoxication to make him look like he's worth it. he's rough and wild, quick and easy. a means to a barely wanted end because he's there and willing and with long enough hair to let people imagine he's someone else.

he should be caged instead of the damn butterflies. he bares his teeth and thrashes his limbs just to fight and see what he can get away with. he laughs loud and brash in the face of sweetness just to see anger, just to see hurt.

he has half a mind to think he's a feral animal that's hardly been trained, performing in some fucked up circus that charges two bucks to see him snarl and hurl insults at anyone who passes by. he bites at the hands that try to touch, try to feed, proving to the onlookers that he's only worth the pocket change they pay to see him.

but steve. he's holding his face like he wants to, holding his hand like it's the most important thing in the world. he's pressing kisses along eddie's jaw without any hurry, without any rush, kissing just to kiss. feeling just to feel. he's like a ray of goddamn sunshine even in the darkness that midnight provides, warming eddie from the inside out.

eddie wants to run. he wants to scream. he wants to feel like he's allowed steve's soft and gentle but he's-

"is this not okay?" and now steve's looking at him with all of whatever he's trying to give him lacing into his face, his eyes and spit slick lips sparkling in the moonlight like a shiny new toy. "do you not like it?"

concern and care are different sides of the same steve shaped coin and if eddie looks hard enough, he can see them blurring together in his frustratingly beautiful sparkling eyes and those damn butterflies start to come back.

"no, it's-" he let's out a sigh, relaxing his tight muscles and sinking into the bed, sinking into whatever steve is willing to give him. "just different, is all. good different, i think."

steve smiles and eddie shakily mirrors it back, before he's ducking his head again and slotting their lips together, fingers still holding tight to eddie's, still cupping his face like it's something precious.

eddie's come to terms with the taste of the metal bars of his cage, teeth wearing down as he tries to bite his way to freedom. maybe this time he'll let himself get used to the taste of soft and gentle smiles if it means loving steve.

[maaxverstappen]

help me hold onto you | T | 7/12

f1driver!max and streamer!charles

The man—Charles, Max assumes—sounds French. He loves that. He should be used to a French accent, he was forced to converse with Pierre often enough, but it sounds different coming from Charles. More melodic. Almost similar to someone he used to know once. “And that made me think,” Charles says, voice bellowing from Max’s speakers. “That it was stupid that we didn't have carrots before. Like, come on, it's a farming game.” Max has no fucking idea what the hell he is on about.

or: Max is lonely and finds Charles streaming on Twitch.

based on this prompt sent to @f1prompts

[weird-an]

Billy doesn't get what's going on.

Why the creepy kid's mom wraps a blanket around him and tells him it's okay to be scared. Why Byers himself hands him an old sweater, because Billy's shirt is torn and bloody. Why Harrington hands him a tea with honey in it and asks him if he wants a cookie. Like he's a fucking toddler.

"They are really scary," Harrington says, sipping his own tea. "I couldn't sleep for a week after I first saw one."

Sure, these dogs are monsters. Heads like flowers with way too many teeth. They nearly bit his head off, if Harrington didn't use his baseball bat.

Billy stares at the clock above the kitchen. It's after midnight. He wishes he didn't swing that axe at the monster. He wishes Harrington didn't come to save his life.

Neil is going to fucking flip. Billy's shirt isn't the only thing that will be in pieces after tonight. He'll be dead when he gets home anyway.

"Max," he yells. Harrington flinches next to him. "We need to go home."

"You can stay. I'll call your parents. Tell them that I have an emergency and you need to watch the kids." Mrs. Byers pauses. "They can't know about the Demodogs."

Like Billy is going to tell Neil anything. He's good at shutting his mouth or making stuff up. So good he doesn't know what is real anymore and what's a lie that's supposed to keep him safe.

"No need to worry about it, Mrs. Byers. I can keep a secret." He gives her the same wink and sleazy smile he gave Mrs. Wheeler just days before. It makes him sick.

She frowns at him and Billy wonders if Neil managed to beat his charm out of him earlier.

"You can stay, too," she says to Harrington.

It's settled. Harrington insists that Billy's taking the couch before laying down on a rather uncomfortable looking blanket.

Billy stares at the ceiling, listening to Harrington's breath. In his mind the scene changes from the monster spitting black goo in his face to his dad getting his belt. His eyes are burning and he can feel a tear running down his face. He's glad it's dark and Harrington can't fucking see him.

Except Harrington shuffles along on the floor and suddenly there's a warm hand on his.

"It's okay," Harrington says. "You're not alone."

He knows Harrington means the dogs. He knows Harrington doesn't know about his dad. His skin is warm.

He squeezes Harrington's hand until he falls asleep. It feels good. But that's just another secret Billy is going to keep.

[loppiopio]

just some 🥥 related sillies i've made for that fic we all know.

[gentrychild]

Anyone: I know you don't like doing afo's perspective so I'll ask here. Did the big blow out fight convince afo that izuku has zero value for his own life or did he come to some other conclusion. I know he's probably deflecting any blame but he has to have had some worrying thoughts about all of that. Would you please elaborate on them?

Oh Anon, it's been a while since AFO has been aware that Izuku has zero value for his own life. Pretty much since their first meeting.

The fight was a wake-up call for AFO. He never took Izuku's threats seriously before and he had managed to convince himself that Izuku was harmless to him.

[chiropteracupola]

a wee dormouse perkins for @aranov!

[buckera]

Wip Wednesday 🎄

I was tagged by the ever so lovely @daffi-990 @thewolvesof1998 @jamespearce9-1-1 @hippolotamus @exhuastedpigeon and @rainbow-nerdss mwuah 💛

Welp a little later than usual but here I am! And uh apparently I added another Christmas fic to the pile because why not lmao but it's just a real short one and I'm aiming for it to be posted this week. 🫡

He was just about to decide what kind of disgustingly greasy takeout food to order, when the door clicked open behind his back.

He turned to see— Eddie. Because of course it was Eddie.

“Hey,” he said gently, shutting the door behind himself and Buck knew it was a little irrational right now, but it still warmed his heart that Eddie came and went like this; that he knew no matter what, he was always welcome here.

“Hi.” Buck gave him a weak smile over the brim of his beer bottle, unsure of what to expect.

“I just wanted to see if you were okay.”

“Why, did uh did I not seem okay?” Buck scoffed, just falling short of casual.

Eddie averted his gaze almost guiltily before pinning Buck with a knowing look. “No.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s fair.” Buck took a long swig of his beer with a grimace.

“You know it doesn’t change anything, right?”

“Uh no, Eddie, I really don’t know that.” Buck drawled and put the bottle down on the counter top with a loud clink.

“Bu—”

“Eddie, you’re leaving the 118. That- that literally changes everything!” He spread his arms widely, as if he could indicate just how much of that everything covered.

✨no pressure tagging: @malewifediaz @spagheddiediaz @jeeyuns @ladydorian05 @disasterbuckdiaz @jesuisici33 @steadfastsaturnsrings @eowon @heartshapedvows @nmcggg @watchyourbuck @eddiebabygirldiaz @theotherbuckley @fortheloveofbuddie

[dipplinduo]

'SUP, I'M BUSTING DOWN YOUR DOORS, "CAUSE...

YOU GET A FIC UPDATE, YOU GET A FIC UPDATE, YOU ALL GET FIC UPDATES!!

Ladies, Gentlemen, & Folks, may I proudly present:

Chapter 3 of the dipplinshipping fic, The Dichotomy in Our Hearts - "Grey Zone"

This one took the longest for me to write, because oooooh, do we have some vivid immersion in store for you!! I am eternally grateful for the patience with this fic especially - and lemme tell ya...we cooked here.

Chapter 5 of the mintteashipping fic, "Bet You'll Fall in Love With Me": "The Silence"

I wrote a scene (you'll know the one, trust me,) literally 3 times over because I wasn't satisified enough with it. I wanted it to be good. I wanted setup, I wanted the mintteashipping dynamic at full play, and I wanted to make you squeal on the edge of your seat. Lemme know if I delivered. ;)

and last but not least, Chapter 19 of the dipplinshipping fic, "Sweet & Sour Dipplins": "Trials & Tribulations"

Ohohohoho. This one? THIS ONE? Record timing with writing - I don't think I've ever been able to get a chapter done so fast. But lemme tell ya again: I had a vision here, and some choice words had to be said by somebody who totally rocked the chapter. You may feel a litttleeee attacked. :)

Hope you enjoy and lemme know what you think, 'cause more will come your way soon! Why? CAUSE I'M BACK.

[natasha-in-space]

Hi Natasha!! I feel like I disappeared and just... never came back lol

Though I'm here to request! This time for Saeran :o

Seeing as I'm planning on starting Ray route soon, could we have a story about Saeran finally being able to confide within you after ages of ignoring his own feelings? I'd imagine that the MC would pry it out of him after noticing he's been acting odd lately. You could take a school setting or canon setting; whatevers easier!

Or, if that doesn't make sense, you could write something about Ray breaking down over feeling helpless; where he thinks that he doesn't do enough/isn't enough for MC.

Or... you could combine the two ideas and write the whole story about Saeran.

SO sorry if this confused you. Ignore it if it did! its completely fine :3

Hi-Hi, lovely to see you back!! <3 I decided to go with SE Saeran for this one, both because I'm currently in my SE Saeran brainrot and because this seems fitting for him. Good luck on your Ray route playthrough! Make sure to have lots of tissues nearby, because you're about to go on a very wild ride of emotions. Also, for future notice, my name's Mia! Natasha is the name of my OC (dw it's kinda a common thing with my url but I don't wanna change it at this point xD)

"...We all know that something is wrong, you know."

Saeran doesn't pay attention to you while you carefully make your presence known by shuffles of your feet against the floor. You are aware that he heard you. He just doesn't say nor do anything to show it. And that worries you.

Saeran was always the quiet, closed-off type. Not like you could blame him, considering all he had to go through. Similar to a feral cat, you've always respected his silent need for space and freedom. If he wanted to talk, he would talk. If he had a desire to spend time with you, he would approach you on his own. You simply demonstrated your desire to be close to him, so that he would know that you wanted him near you.

But... Even you could sense that something wasn't right today. Saeyoung felt it almost immediately, whether it was thanks to their inherent twin connection or his natural tendency to worry about his younger brother. However, just because Saeyoung knew something was wrong doesn't mean he can do anything about it, unless Saeran openly allows him to.

And he was definitely not doing that.

You had to rush down to the kitchen because you heard the sound of glass breaking, and then Saeran shouting. Upon your arrival, the younger twin had already left the room, only giving you a quick unfocused glance before pushing past you. Thankfully, no one was hurt. You talked with Saeyoung in hushed voices as you both cleaned up the broken shards, offering him some comfort in the process. Although you were concerned about Saeran, Saeyoung was equally important to you. Whenever those kinds of incidents happened, his well-being was just as important. Even if he often refuses to acknowledge it.

It seems that Saeran must have cut himself while preparing dinner, and somehow, this turned into an outburst once Saeyoung became worried and tried to help. Both of you acknowledged that there is a deeper issue at play here. Something underlying right under the surface. And it was probably something very unpleasant.

In the end, you both agreed to have you go and attempt to speak with Saeran. Since you weren't present during the entire scene. So, now here you were, silently standing over the younger twin as he sat on the couch, his back turned to you. It hurt your heart to see him hunched over like that, almost like he was curling in on himself. The position didn't appear to be comfortable to be in.

"Saeran, please... tell me what's wrong. I can see you are in pain." Your voice is soft and quiet. You don't want to accidentally push him away. You slowly take a seat on the edge of the couch, a small distance away from him to give him space to breathe and not get overwhelmed.

He shifts ever so slightly, a jerky movement leaving him with a shaky breath. It was probably supposed to be a huff, but it was far too weak to sound like one.

"...I'm fine."

You sigh. "You're not. Look... You don't have to tell me everything, ok? But, I can see that you are in pain, and I want to help you. So... just tell me what you need. I won't ask for anything more."

That seemed to reassure him just a little bit, judging by the way his shoulders lowered, and he paused, possibly thinking over your request. You didn't say anything, only allowing him to do this at his own pace.

At last, there was a reply.

But instead of verbalizing, he just shifts to sit up on the couch and turns over to you. He doesn't look at you, but quietly pulls out his hand and shows it to you. His palm is caked with relatively fresh blood, a decently sized cut being the source of the red substance painting over his skin. It wasn't anything serious by any means, but it sure looked painful.

However... something told you it wasn't the cut that bothered him. Saeran refused to examine his hand. His head was turned away, and his red bangs were falling over his eyes, making it difficult for you to see his face. But, his lips were pressed together into a thin, tense line. You also couldn't help but notice the ungodly tremble in his hands. They were shaking violently. In a way that clearly showed distress without saying a word.

You carefully grasped his wrist, inspecting the cut. Most of the bloody mess was caused by him smearing the blood over his palm, and it didn't seem as bad as you thought at first. Gently rubbing your thumb over his wrist, you pulled away. "I'll clean it up for you, ok? Just wait here."

He didn't respond, but he did give you a brief nod. You now have all the green light you needed.

Saeran hadn't said a word to you until you wrapped a clean gauze over his palm and gently patted his arm to let him know that you were done. The cautiousness with which he turned to look at his hand was unmistakable. Almost like he was sure he'll see something utterly horrifying in its place. The shaky sigh of relief he did let out, though, made you smile. He flexed his hand a bit and turned it around to look over it fully.

"...Thank you."

The murmur was both quiet and soft. Genuine. His mint eyes were filled with earnest gratitude when he looked at you, and that was all you needed. You merely smiled, giving him a nod. "Of course. Do you feel better now?"

Another nod.

"That's wonderful. I'll go put away the medkit, and-"

"-Wait."

As he grasped at your sleeve, you stopped and turned around to look at him. Once again, his face was turned away from you, but this time it was a far more bashful gesture than a distressed one. You weren't completely sure, but you thought you could see a hint of pink dusting over his cheeks.

Saeran breathed a sigh, almost like he was preparing himself before saying anything. Then, he pulled you back a little bit. "...Stay. Please."

There was no need for you to hear anything else.

And so, that's how you ended up holding him close as you both huddled up on the couch, your chin resting on top of his head as he buried his face in your chest. For a while, only the sounds of your shared breaths filled the space. You promised him you wouldn't ask for anything, and you were not about to go back on that promise.

Saeran was the one who spoke up.

"Is... Hyung alright?"

Humming, you raised your hand to run your fingers through his unruly hair. The main purpose is to keep him calm and relaxed. "He's okay. Very worried about you, though."

Saeran tenses a bit, but then sighs heavily, almost in defeat. You bite back on the desire to push him for answers.

"I... didn't mean to scream at him like that. I just-"

A shaky breath. You squeeze him a bit tighter, your other hand rubbing soothing circles on his back.

"You don't have to say anything you don't want to say, Saeran. None of us blame you."

"-You should."

It was up to you to be the one to sigh now.

"Saeran..."

He shakes his head, but his grip on you tightens, his voice becoming shakier by the moment. It seemed as though he was engaged in a mental battle with himself. It hurt you to be unable to do anything but just hold him and let him talk.

"You know why I started screeching at him for no reason? There must be some rational explanation, right? That's what you think. Well, there isn't. I-" Another shaky breath. The sound of this one was almost like a sob. Your heart started pounding in your chest with anxiety. "I cut my hand on the knife, and just the sight of blood on my hands set me off. I threw a glass bowl at my brother because of a fucking cut on my hand."

You didn't answer right away. Gathering your thoughts and emotions is definitely necessary before you proceed and say something you might regret later. You should be careful here.

So that's what happened... Now that you thought about it, the sight of blood did always make Saeran very uncomfortable. But, to see it coating his hands... Well, you didn't have to guess for long. All three of you were aware of what actually occurred to V on that day.

And what a heavy burden Saeran had to carry with him for the rest of his life.

"Oh... Saeran..."

"-Just-" At this point, it was clear that he was crying. His entire body was shaking with silent sobs as he pressed himself further into you, almost like he was trying to hide from the world in your embrace. "Just hold me. Please. I- I feel so sick..."

So you do. Without uttering a single word. Holding him is what you do. You will have a proper conversation about it once he lets it all out.

Until then, you will be there for him to be his support.

[autumnalfallingleaves]

So it turns out that today, the 26th of February, is actually the second anniversary of when I posted the first chapter of i will take it all in one breath (and hold it down), my first Hilda fic and the first multichap I’ve ever finished, lol. I just wanted to draw something for it because I can’t believe it’s been two years since I got into this fandom?? Wow 

reblogs are highly appreciated, and please do not repost my art

[bittersweetresilience]

SUNNY IF YOU'RE STILL ACCEPTING ASKS FOR THE ASKGAME MAYBE 1 & 17 IF YOU'RE UP FOR IT!!! I HOPE YOU HAD WONDERFUL SWEET DREAMS KISSES YOUR HANDS 💞💞💞

HI GRAY!!!!!!!!! WHOA!!!!!!!!! GRAY IN MY INBOX!!!!!!!!!!! MISSED YOU BELOVED!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM KISSING YOU RIGHT ON YOUR CHEEK

1. the character everyone gets wrong

HMM i feel like i usually don't think of characterization as right or wrong or at least sometimes it can be wrong but satisfying and sometimes it's just a version of them with emphasis on different traits... and anyway even if i've seen some egregious characterizations i wouldn't say EVERYONE does them. maybe apollo riordanverse. he is a complicated beloved character and for some reason way too many people fail to realize that he is in fact not always presenting himself honestly

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

CHARACTER STUDIES. WE CAN NEVER HAVE ENOUGH CHARACTER STUDIES.

RENJING. WE CAN NEVER HAVE ENOUGH RENJING.

PROBLEMATIC SEX WRITTEN PRIMARILY FOR THE AUTHOR. WE CAN NEVER HAVE ENOUGH OF THIS.

aromantic fics, art with religious themes, renjing, fics about sibling and other gen relationships, extreme kink fics, renjing, body horror, self indulgent fandom fusions and crossovers, renjing, renjing,

[helenofblackthorns]

my current favourite fic has not updated in months. when will my beloved return from war 💔

[languajix]

I was just reminded that I have some lore on Lou that is kind of hidden in the comments of Future's Ready to Shine that it might be a good idea to share, especially since soon I'm going to be really seriously working on the parts of the AU that center on him specifically.

For the most part, I think stories should stand on their own without needing a lot of extra clarification to make sense, but honestly, Don's limited perspective just makes that really hard when it comes to Lou. Don's used to knowing what everyone is feeling in the astral plane, and struggles to interpret people without that, and Lou's in a complicated place. So here, I hope this helps:

[nonbinaryeye]

I wanted to write very simple "Durge seeing Gortash fighting for a first time" for Gortash week day 3 but somehow it's evolving in kind of Hall of Wonders raid fanfic and it got awfully Durge centric...