#dont mind me gushing oops

[alien-alibi]

i love arlan so much im gonna throw up. look at my wife

[betweenthings2]

hello!!! warning you now that this is going to be the longest thing ever because i’m allergic to being concise but it’s finally time for me to actually send you an ask to gush and discuss your incredible writing. i’ve been interacting with your work on ao3 and tumblr for over a year now and i just lurk and heart everything because i refuse to use tumblr how it’s intended to be used🫣 but it’s time to show my face (even though this is anonymous oops) and say the quality of your writing is genuinely unparalleled to anything else i’ve ever read online and dare i say it comes close to/ overtakes some of the published books i’ve read and loved. you are such a talent it drives me crazy. you’ve quite literally spoiled fanfiction for me because i’ll read something for a different fandom and think “ugh it’s good but it’s not betweenthings2😔😔😔”

i saw you answer an ask a while ago asking what your goal for writing is and you said something along the lines of wanting to move people with your work. when i saw that it made me smile because you’ve achieved it ten times over and im worried you don’t realise it!!! so im going to tell you about my experience reading Roadkill for the first time (side note but in my opinion this is your best and therefore most underrated piece and i would love to talk about it further)

i remember being at a cafe that day by myself having a little drink and sweet treat and getting the email notification that you’d posted something to ao3 and nearly dying from anticipation for the rest of the day because i knew i wouldn’t do the fic justice to just quickly read it in a noisy cafe. it would be a waste of art. so in the evening i lied to my parents that i had plans with friends and wouldn’t be home for dinner and instead walked to the park near my house with a block of chocolate and sat on a park bench in the slightly-chilly-but-still-nice-out australian dusk. trust me i remember it so vividly because it’s like a core memory for me now. i’d been going through a really tough time mentally and felt super disconnected from everything and everyone. when i tell you i read all 35k words in one sitting and wept like a baby. i’m a very emotional girl dont get me wrong but the release that your writing made me feel was something so special that i’d never felt before. the whole piece is so devastating and confronting and just misery but it made me feel so seen and whole and human. if i could describe your writing in one word i think it would be human. everything is always raw and vulnerable and messy but so tender it just makes me insane. i sat in that park and cried for such a long time and even though the whole experience was so heavy and i could feel the grief you manufactured in my gut i left that park feeling lighter and grounded. i think that’s how anyone would feel after witnessing such greatness. (side note but i’ve actually banned myself from re-reading roadkill for the minute because it makes me lose my mind a bit too much but that’s just a further testament to you. can’t wait to get back to my scripture later on)

your other fics on ao3 and perfect as well and i read Second Letter From St Julian, All This Barley Getting By, I Forget A Lot Of Things But I’ll Never Forget You and Me And You vs Them religiously. they are my comfort fics through and through🩷 maybe the hyper fixation has gone too deep for me but when i’m trying to fall asleep i use the plots of your fics to expand on in my head and it’s just the perf combination to lull me to sleep.

now for imo the main event of this ask- i need to tell you the extreme and life threatening brainrot THIS specific line from Of Bouquets And Back Rubs has given me.

"Sorry," Matty apologizes.

George sighs, but doesn't stop. "I'm going to start talking to your therapist if you keep apologizing for things you don't need to apologize for," he says.

what the hell. you can’t just write that and expect my whole world to not revolve around it for the rest of my life. that line ping pongs around my head at all times. at work, in the shower, when i’m on a walk, when i’m laying in bed, it’s literally always on my mind. i don’t know why but i just thought you should know that’s it’s STUCK with me. like i’m truly affected. (if you ever wanted to expand on it you know you have at least one devoted fan of the idea)

hopefully this will be my first of many asks because it’s so nice to finally tell you how deeply in love i am with your words. to hold me accountable i’ll claim the matcha emoji 🍵 if that’s something you do!!!!

i just realised i didn’t tell you how your prompts make me melt but they do and i wouldn’t survive the commute to tafe without them. just little bites of pure literature you spoil us so much.

thanks for giving me something to lurk on and obsess over- it’s been an honour🩷 (also ps i wonder if you can figure out who this is based on the freaky amount of times i heart your posts. someone has to sit me down and explain that this isn’t instagram🤕)

Hi, newly christened Matcha Anon!! =)

I meant to answer this yesterday, but I just kept reading through it and being so incredibly touched and blown away by all of your kind words that I didn't entirely have a response, but I think I do now. I will also be long.

First of all, I am so touched (and a little surprised) that you find my writing to be on par with published novels, so thank you so much, that is such an amazing compliment!!! I can't believe I've spoiled you for fic. I'm getting back into the swing of things now that I'm home, so I'll have more fic for you soon.

I'm also so glad to hear that I've creating something moving. Sometimes I think I take things a little too seriously, particularly writing fic, but I'm thrilled to hear that you find my work moving. This will be stuck in my head forever:

"it would be a waste of art."

Roadkill was a lot to write because it gets so bleak and some of me is in there, but I'm so moved by your experience of reading it and honored that you would share it. That's my goal, generally--to create catharsis. And to see my fanfic called greatness? Oh my god. Oh my god. I have no words other than oh my god and thank you so, so much!!

I'm thrilled to see that Of Bouquets and Backrubs resonated with you, particularly that bit of dialogue. That whole fic was a little bit last minute, to be entirely honest and I was working so hard to make it fluffy, rather than angsty. I might expand on that fic in the future, but I also really like how it ended. Who knows what will happen. I don't.

I'm also so happy that you like the prompts! I think they're really fun to write and very low stakes for me. Apologies for not having a more regular schedule for posting anything, but there's no way I could keep that up for more than a week or two. I would explode.

Thank you so much for all the compliments and reading what I write!!! 💚💚💚

[b0nelessdoodles]

thank you for reminding me that i freakin’ love marble hornets time for my anual rewatch meet me in rosswood park for an ass kicking

[wired-heartbeats]

Whenever Callie has morning activities Rox comes over to chat with Dirk before he goes to train and then poke fun at my night owl tendencies when I get up later, so we get to share some fuzzy mornings in together for a bit and vibe

[bistaxx]

Canon lives and Wilbur's first death retroactively make his second even worse in my opinion. (Both deaths are horrible and I'm not saying one is worse then the other but I am saying that people don't talk about his second as much as they should imo)

In the final control room Wilbur's last words were him shouting at the others to escape but it was too late, his teenage friends and child were already doomed and he couldn't do anything to save them. He was their general, their older brother figure/father, he failed them.

So imagine how he must've felt being shot at with arrows alongside Tommy, all he can do is yell at him to run until Wilbur gets fatally struck by an arrow knowing very well the same thing could happen to Tommy... and he can't protect him. Tommy who is on his last life because Wilbur couldn't protect him during the war. The war that they only won thanks to Tommy's selfless act. Tommy thankfully makes it out alive but I can't begin to imagine how stressful that moment would've been for c!Wilbur.

And gosh... the end of the revolutionary war is just so poetically bitter. Wilbur fails to fight with words so with the declaration of war must turn toward weapons, he tried his best but the L'manburgians were outmatched and slaughtered; and all the suffering ends up for nothing because technically they lost the war when Tommy lost the duel, that was it for them.

And then Tommy makes the deal with Dream- the discs for L'manberg's independence. Now while Wilbur was definitely proud of Tommy and ecstatic to have secured independence I wouldn't be surprised if deep down it pained him and bruised his sense of self-worth even more.

Wilbur didn't just fail as a general, he failed to do what he believed in; fighting with words. But Tommy succeeded. I feel like that weighed on Wilbur a lot, even if he hid it.

Even if c!Wilbur was bad I really dont think being betrayed by a friend and slaughtered, then later shot to death listening to people cheer that he was being exiled was deserved

He wanted to do drugs on a tiny area of land? Oh boy it's not like he got suddenly and brutally murdered for it unexpectedly and also incredibly unnecessarily as a punishment while Also trying to get who he cared about who was also in danger out of the situation while the people who ordered his death and cheer. Yknow despite the whole "fighting with words" thing

He wanted to rig an election? He was a bit morally dubious during the election? Oh boy it's not like he got suddenly and brutally murdered for it unexpectedly and also incredibly unnecessarily as a punishment while Also trying to get who he cared about who was also in danger out of the situation while the people who ordered his death and cheer. Yknow despite the whole "fighting with words" thing

Bro his deaths were horrific, sudden and traumatizing and nobody talks about them like. Ever. Both times he didnt fight back, the first time he was relying on a friend to help him against their enemies who were beating them down, he had HOPE man,, the second time he stepped down peacefully, declaring himself a citizen. And he got hunted down murdered for it. Both times he was yelling at - his last words - his little brother figure to run

Do you ever think about the fact that c!Tommy and c!Wilbur repeatedly watched eachother die?

[serowotonin]

LiPS𝐓1CK St4𝐈NS ! (💋)

❝ having lipstick and giving him a kiss and he doesn't realize he has it on his face until his teammates are all like 0-0 ❞ — @/luna-in-luv

++ fem!reader x oikawa, kuroo

| wc. 1.3k 

| note. djslsdf it took so long to edit this post T-T,,,,, when ur indecisive af and can’t decide on a post format :D anyways just wanna say reblogs are greatly appreciated and i hope u guys like this<3

( ➷ ); ― OiK4WA

another day of school, another day of.. well, another day of boredom

you had to admit though, school had become a lot more fun since you and oikawa got together;)

altho you were in different classes, you’d still pass each other in hallways and see each other during breaks

and ofc every interaction, no matter how small, definitely made your day brighter

the smaller interactions consisted mainly of random head pats as he walks pass by, or a smirk and a wink whenever you two make eye contact 

when there weren’t as many people around,,, maybe a hug or a kiss if either of you felt like it

and very rarely.. 

a makeout session in an empty classroom or staircase

its rare but it does happen

and it was happening… right now

school ended about half an hour ago and everyone either left or went to do their club activities 

which was what oikawa should probably be doing too,, but today he just “felt like going in a little later”

and so there you two were, in the dark corner of an abandoned classroom grasping at the other as if you haven’t seen them in years

idk how to describe a steamy makeout sesh okkk

anyways,, after about 6 ignored calls from iwaizumi tho.. you two figured it was probably time for him to go to practice

you two straightened yourselves out; cleared the ruffles from your uniforms, tidied your hair, etc.

oikawa texted iwa that he was on his way while you touched up your makeup

“you gonna walk me to practice?”

“of course,” you smiled. “altho i have my own club activities today too so i can’t stay and watch :( ”

“dont worry babe,,, just walking me there is enough” he replied with a grin

then he slung an arm over your shoulder and the two of you walked out of the classroom as if nothing happened

as you neared the entrance of the gym, you slowed to a stop and tugged at oikawa’s shirt

he turned and you leaned to give him a kiss on the cheek

“good luck with practice” you said before giving him a small wave and walking off

did you see the dark mark your lipstick left on his cheek?

yes.

were you going to say anything about it?

well,,,, you already turned to walk away and oikawa was already entering the gym

so no.

anyways,, as oikawa entered the gym, the first thing he saw was his beloved iwa-chan

looking not very happy

oikawa waved sheepishly as he turned his head to the side to look at where everyone else was

this for some reason made iwaizumi look even more not happy

makki and mattsun then walked over and snickered upon seeing oikawa

“ah was y/n here? why didn’t you invite her to watch hmm?~” makki teased

“she’s got club activities too you know..”

smh

they probably realize oikawa doesnt know bout the kiss mark

the three of them were just staring at oikawa like (￢_￢;)

and oikawa's just standing there like (◕‿◕)?

“can we go practice now..?” 

iwa: (￣︿￣) “wipe that stupid mark off your cheek”

huh? mark? he was pretty sure he wiped off any evidence from ahem what was happening earlier…

at this point some of the younger members started staring at them

and oikawa spotted them out of the corner of his eye and could practically feel the awkwardness in their gazes

he put a hand on the cheek everyone was staring at and removed it to see the same color that painted your lips

oh...

a slow smile spread on his lips at the realization of what you did

he laughed to himself

‘she’s gonna be the death of me..’

and with that he wiped off the remnants of your lipstick and hurried over to start practice

later tho, he asks you to kiss him again wearing that lipstick

and you do

and he snaps a selfie,,, which is now his phone wallpaper ;3

( ❣�� ); ― KUR0O

today, you’re boyfriend, the one and only Kuroo Tetsurou, had a volleyball match

and ofc being the amazing, supportive gf you were, you were present in the stands, cheering him on

you didn’t get to meet or even talk to him before the match started, save for a few quick texts 

so when he came on to the court for warm up and spotted you in the crowd,,,

he gave a cheeky wink and wave

you could practically feel the confidence roll off him in waves but you knew, deep down, he was the tiniest bit nervous too

afterall, the opponents weren’t a weak team by any standard

they were strong and known for their relentless attacks

which were put to display almost immediately after the game started

nekoma held on though, and managed to put in a few attacks of their own to level the game

you could see the hard work behind each of the members’ skills, having witnessed a lot of it yourself

it was most clear in kuroo tho

and as he jumped to block another spike, you were on the edge of your seat

the boys just needed one more point… which came when kuroo shut down the last spike

you and the rest of the people in the stands around you erupted into cheers

and as they were leaving the court, you ran to steal kuroo away for a more personal cheer

the two of you walked the halls of the stadium talking abt the game

you were gushing about this block and that and he was smiling at your gushing cuz damn was his y/n cute 

N E WAYSSS,,, he received a text from kenma saying that they were all waiting for him at the bus

“i should go.. don’t wanna keep them waiting long”

“yeah.. you should”

before he could move tho, you tiptoed and placed a big fat kiss on his cheek

you swear you saw a blush on those cheeks as you backed down

he grinned and gave you a kiss of his own on your forehead before saying bye and running off

as he did, you realized you forgot to mention the lip-shaped mark on his cheek 

oops… its too late now ┐(︶▽︶)┌

anyway,, kuroo arrives all smiles to where the team are waiting 

and make no mistake they all CLEARLY see evidence of ur “little” kiss from back there

they just kinda,,,, don’t say anything at first?

kenma rolled his eyes and went back to doing whatever on his phone

yaku glared at it out of spite or some similar emotion

the others just choose to ignore mainly cuz they assume kuroo already knows and chose to keep it there

to them its just kuroo being a cheesy mf who was rubbing the non-single life in their faces or smth

ofc he has no idea tho

which just makes it all the more better when lev says

“y/n has nice lipstick”

and kuroo’s just like wtf ?? whatcha goin on bout my gf’s lipstick hUH

and he says that.. or something similar at least

and lev just points to his cheek like

“duhh i can see it right there”

he grabs his phone, opens the front facing camera, and is met with the outline of your lips on his cheek

and thats when he obviously started blushing

but then he just kind of smirked once he realized you knew about the mark

when yaku sees the smirk he went “OMFG JUST WIPE IT OFF ALREADY !! WE GET IT !! YOU ARENT SINGLE YOU GET KISSES STFU”

not like that but practically exactly what he was trying to say anyway

tbh kuroo’s a little reluctant to rub it off cuz idk,, he likes it ?? 

but he does anyway cuz they were still in public and there were teachers who were gonna come soon and all the other reasons

once hes comfortably seated in the bus tho, with a clean cheek, he sends u several texts

‘ saw that gift you left on my cheek… ’

‘ wouldn’t mind if u gave me more tmr afterschool ;) ’

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[snarky-bee]

I got tagged in this and meant to do it last night and forgot because i got distracted :)  here ya go @antivan-beau WRITERS if you see this and want to do it consider yourself tagged and feel free to tag me to see your responses!

How many works do you have on AO3?

25 works?? hello?? How did that happen

What’s your total AO3 words count?

Whatever I last published recently pushed me over the 200k mark at 200,980! 

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. Zevran is Home - Post-Blight fic featuring Kallian and their daughter <3

4. Daddy’s Girl - Tabris family visit with the good good dad!zevran which apparently people like given number 4 and 5 on this list.

3. Red Sunrise - Longfic! My canonical retelling of Origins featuring my warden Kallian and Zev. I’m so proud of this monster.

2. That Look - Surprise surprise, it’s smut. I still like this one because it preludes the smutty goodness with some fun card games and teasing between Kal and Zev.

1. The Taste of a Lover - Who doesn’t love oral sex amirite. That’s what this smut piece is about. Zev has great oral skills 😉

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Absolutely. I love letting people know their thoughts are appreciated and getting to gush a little more about certain moments or plot points. I have met many friends through comment discussions. And keeping the previous response on here down below because... yes that is how we met 😌🙏

Also I met my literal, irl girlfriend through AO3 comments, so ~you never know~

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Definitely It Had Claws. It deals with deep depression so it’s fairly heavy emotionally and I deeply love this fic for what it allowed me to express. 

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Hmm I’ve written quite a few short fics that is largely just fluff so it’s hard to say about happy ending. I suppose for one that starts out tense but ends happiest would be To Rescue Her which is a Zev POV of rescuing the warden from Fort Drakon.

Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve ever written?

I do toy with AU’s but never done a direct crossover. 

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Luckily not lol

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Sure do! I tend towards writing kink scenes to be honest. I have several fics up on AO3, with some being kink and others just exploring a relationship kind of scenes. Someday would love to finish the vampire smut I have hiding away lmao.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have not, but would never say no to translation.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

A couple of times actually. As for an actual published one, I wrote When All the Elves Love Each Other with @raymurata and its a fun OT3 story where our respective OCs talk to their best friends about the dynamics of their relationship (and get concerned voices wondering if their partner is cheating)

What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Zevwarden. If its not clear by every fic on my AO3 and that was listed here lol.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I’m afeared i will never finish my mutant AU WIP. I keep restarting it and being unsatisfied but the idea has literally lived in my head for years at this point. 

What are your writing strengths?

I love love love dialogue. I don’t usually fret too much about character voices and it feels easy to follow the natural flow of conversation. I’ve been told I’m also good at writing fight scenes which came as a surprise because I find them challenging but I’m glad it pays off. I’m really visually minded so I guess seeing how it all plays out in my head makes it a bit easier.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I’ve been on a block for a long long time so i’m trying to resist saying EVERYTHING right now. But I do worry about pacing. Sometimes I want to just jump straight to the next interesting thing, sometimes I think I spend too long on conversations or setup that the reader doesnt really need. 

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

It’s usually done poorly lol. Either translated weirdly, out of place, or you know the “oops sorry I forget to switch sometimes” kind of writing. If someone is mixing a word or two of another language in with what they are saying it doesn’t seem weird to include it (like swearing or endearments) but I think it tends to look cleaner if it just says “they spoke in x language.” Even if writing out dialogue in that other language - I’ll use Antivan for example lol - just write it in English and say it was Antivan if your POV character does indeed understand it. And if they dont understand it, no need to write it out at all. 

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Lol it was TWILIGHT. 

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

This is silly but its still probably Drunk Warden is Drunk because I had so much fun writing it, I still love it now even though its a few years old, and there’s not a single thing I would change about it. 

[hyunjinspark]

oh my god oh my god oh my god thE MOMENT????? hmmMmmMmmmMmmmmMmmm are Stubborn 1 and Stubborn 2 finally realizing they like each other??? HHhhMmMmmmm 🤨🤨🤔🤔

i cant believe you wrote so much for us tho! i loved being able to read such a long chapter and wow there’s definitely a lot to unpack 😳 i really like that yn got more comfortable with seonghwa and wooyoung but i just hope that things are still okay once its like,,, officially said to wooyoung that she doesnt like him back :(( poor bby :( the beginning scene with them at the car and stuff is unfortunately way too relatable for me tho cause im someone who will deny any offers of help but if someone keeps insisting i just suck it up even if im uncomfortable cause then i feel guilty like “am i being an asshole for saying no??” and i end up saying yes to everything lol oOp

on another note, i dont know if my ask got thanos snapped into the void from a while ago or i missed your reply to it but i still cant stop gushing over yn having his daisy necklace and him knowing it 🥺🥺 i know he sees it in more of a ~sexy~ “shes mine” type of way but i just think thats cute cause i feel like its something hyunjin continues to let her keep cause he unknowingly (or knowingly 👀) likes her and genuinely wants her to have it with those feelings in mind 🥺🥺🥺💜💜💜

anyways, i think ill stop here but holy shit thank you for writing so much!! i dont get how youre able to do it; i admire you a lot for that 🥺 i hope youre able to get some rest tho and dont overwork yourself! 💜💜💜 its stay week too, so maybe you can start to preemptively prepare your heart and soul for their new comeback 🤡 cause hOOOOOOOOWEEEEE shits gonna be WILD 😳😩👑🤩

- 💜

hi hi hi, thank you so much ahhh you're so sweet for writing such a long and lovely message. and yes i love her friendship with those two, im glad i was able to explore it more in this chapter. ah same!! i experience social anxiety like that so much, even tho im an extrovert (idk if they're that related), and yes i did answer your ask about the daisy necklace!! 🌼🌼🌼🌼

thank you for that message, it made me really happy. can't believe stay week is over now 😭😭

[scaredandbored]

frailty, thy name is leonard mccoy

(title is a rip-off of shakespeare’s line “frailty, thy name is woman” from hamlet)

warnings : THERE ARE SPOILERS IN THE WARNINGS

 1- look bones gets kidnapped by aliens who are totally against their planet’s agreement with the federation and he gets beaten up pretty bad. im not sure how to warn specifics for this, but there’s physical violence and blood and stuff so if you don’t like that, this isn’t for you

2- this is my first time writing with a vague plot in mind so please feel free to tear into it with the ol’ constructive criticism

3- there IS a lengthy discussion of a “global viral pandemic” but it ain’t covid and it ain’t earth so s’long as words like “outbreak” “viral” “pandemic” “global pandemic” “isolation” etc don’t bother you it should be ok

4- bones is in it so there is cursing. also spock kinda gets Overly Protective so if yall dont like that give this one a skip (not that im always shit at writing spock anyway)

5- oop character death didn’t expect that but the plot goes where the plot wants to go

no editing we die like men

it IS a spones fic who do you think i am   

words : 3,523

When the Anti-Federation Rebels did not return by the time Leonard’s throat had begun to itch with thirst, he started to realise that he wasn’t critically injured Had any properly trained Starfleet officer been put in his situation, they probably wouldn’t even bother showing up to medbay at this stage. But he wasn’t properly trained. Just a bumbling country doctor the fleet had stupidly thought would thrive while being held responsible for the lives of the entire crew of their flagship. He wasn’t built for this kind of thing, he wasn’t trained. Physically and emotionally weaker than the rest of the crew, and completely ignorant of the politics and mind games involved in space travel; he was in pain. All he had wanted was to try and stop the spread of the virus, and look where that had gotten him.

He’d strong-armed Kirk into taking this mission. Pulled in a few favours. He’d not been keeping a particularly close eye on the negotiations happening between the official representatives of Caughlaigh and the United Federation of Planets, but when he’d heard about the viral outbreak on the main content of the planet, Leonard McCoy knew they weren’t equipped to handle the situation. The night he first heard about the outbreak, he’d asked Kirk what he’d known about Caughlaigh, to which the captain had responded : “To be perfectly honest, not much, Bones.”, before neatly taking Spock’s rook with a knight. Spock had raised an eyebrow at Leonard’s sudden breaking of the comfortable silence in the room. The eyebrow crept a millimetre higher at the captain’s unprecedented move. Leonard decided to drop the conversation and forget about it. He knew he didn’t know everything about the situation. He knew Starfleet would’ve looked at the medical capabilities of the people of Caughlaigh and reacted accordingly. He knew Spock was underestimating the importance of that particular move made by Jim. He’d thought maybe he was underestimating the Caughlaigh officials. Jim had won that particular match. 

Two days later, a recommended news story on his personal PADD told him the situation on Caughlaigh had escalated from an outbreak to a pandemic. There were cases in every settlement on the main continent, and the spread of the virus to the other two smaller continents was inevitable. He’d hung behind after watching Spock destroy Jim at chess three times in a row to tell the captain what he’d learned. Jim had smiled softly in the way he always did when Leonard was being unnecessarily worrisome. “I’m sure the powers that be are making sure no-one is in any real danger.” A friendly clap on the shoulder that the rest of the crew would’ve taken in their stride shook McCoy slightly. “Now, I recommend you get yourself a good night’s rest, Bones.” Leonard had grumbled something about not knowing Jim had gotten a medical license.

Another two days later, another recommended news story. The first deaths from the virus had happened in the epicentre of the pandemic, the largest settlement on the main continent had lost their main healer and her most trained assistant. McCoy set up his PADD so that any articles regarding the Caughlaigh Pandemic would be automatically downloaded, available to read even if they entered some electromagnetic storms or some other astro-phenomenon he didn’t fully understand.

A week later, three inhabitants of one of the smaller continents passed away. Leonard had gone to Jim with the intention of seeking comfort from the closest thing he had to a friend on this godforsaken tin can. He’d come back six hours later with a promise from his captain and Starfleet that the Enterprise was going to assist with the Caughlaigh situation.

A day later, Leonard hand picked multiple ensigns and a few nurses to take with him to the surface to work on the frontlines. Commander Spock had formally contested the logic in sending down the ship’s chief medical officer to work in a hospital instead of working on a cure back at the ship. Leonard’s friend Spock had requested he be unwavering in his sanitation and self-preservation on the surface.

He’d only been on the surface for a week when he’d been knocked out while he was scrubbing up for a surgery. The anti-federation rebels had noticed his uniform and taken him for a great deal of questioning. They used a method that was rather... forceful. 

They had left him alone, finally. Maybe they had realised he wasn’t going to cooperate. Most likely they were taking a break to make sure they didn’t render him useless before they could exploit him for information. Lucky for him.

Leonard McCoy didn’t enjoy bright lights at the best of times; as a boy growing up in Georgia he’d always been mocked by his peers for his adverse reaction to the harsh sunlight, whether it was violently scrunching up his face or wearing sunglasses every time he stepped outside the door. He’d eventually stopped wearing the sunglasses, migraines be damned. A kid can only take so much ridicule. Now, decades later, he found himself irrationally wishing he’d taken his sunglasses with him. He had to focus on how much the harsh, almost surgical lights were paining him. Had to, unless he wanted to focus on the rest of his aching body. 

He could heard the sound of his captors making their way back into the room he’d been strapped up in, and began to pull helplessly at his bonds, which did nothing but give him friction burns around his wrists and ankles. He tried to speak but instead of his voice, a pained hiss of air rushed out from somewhere low in his throat as a clawed foot connected with his stomach.

Clinically, Leonard registered the puncturing of the skin over his stomach, but failed to extrapolate any further medical analysis as pain seared from the wounds. A fist connected with his nose. There was a crack, then more pain. He could feel blood rushing down his lower face, could feel it looking between his lips, could taste it when his mouth opened in a gasp for air as something constricted his breathing.

Thrashing his head, Leonard desperately tried to get a glimpse of who was in the room with him, tried to figure out where they were coming from, where they’d hit him next, but the lights were blinding him, his eyes were burning, he was pretty sure his nose was broken, he was bleeding, he... he was alone.

An open palm struck his face while another clawed foot pressed painfully at the base of his spine. It was probably his imagination, but Leonard thought he could hear his old bones creak and groan under the pressure.

His lips grew tacky with the blood that continued to gush from his nose, and his head spun. He couldn’t stop himself from jerking his arms instinctively to press against the throbbing wounds to his stomach, which caused the restraints on his wrists to dig into his skin.

A cold, almost-leather strap was clamped around his neck, and it was tight, much too tight. He tried to tell them, desperate mewlings that went ignored as his nose kept bleeding and his stomach kept churning and he couldn’t think and then there was a strong, cold, seven fingered hand gripping his jaw, forcing his chin up.

A growl, from someone Leonard couldn’t see, corresponded with a significant tightening of the grip on his jaw. His head was full of feathers, he was sure of it. A soft, swan-like down that was probably stained brick red from the steady stream pouring out of his nose, out of his gut-

He felt his jaw shatter and his head hit the ground.

***

“Bones, please respond.” The captain had been comming his CMO for upwards of an hour now, ever since he failed to give his morning report. He hadn’t been particularly worried about Bones’s failure to report precisely on time; he’d always had an awful internal clock. The only reason he was starting to worry now was that his away team hadn’t seen Dr.McCoy since lunchtime yesterday. 

Now, if it had been an away team of senior officers, he’d believe Bones would’ve felt no need to check in with the crew, but he’d taken down a bunch of ensigns to try and give them some experience on the field, and Bones was the biggest mother hen Jim had ever met. “Spock, life signs?”

Spock hadn’t looked up from his console all morning, which was a worry in itself. “The doctor removed his comm badge before retiring last night, earlier than normal, captain. He has not reattached it since.” 

“You’re telling me we can’t find him?” Jim was trying to keep his professionalism, but when his friend was unaccounted for on a politically volatile planet, he thought he could be forgiven a little terseness. 

Spock took longer to reply than usual, his hands fiddling with what Jim knew to be more sensitive equipment than their general sensors. “There is no terran life-forms outside of the planet-side transporter location within our sensor range, captain.” 

“And what exactly is our sensor range, Mr.Spock?” Angling for less confrontational, Jim found himself using a tone of voice he knew Spock had difficulty discerning whether it was angry or not. To make up for this, Jim perched himself on the edge of Spock’s console, placing his hand on the back of the chair and leaning in closer so he could look at the readings himself. 

“We can scan the entire surface of the planet with the assistance of the numerous towers planet-side. However, we can only penetrate approximately six feet below the surface due to the composition of the planet’s soil. It contains isotopes which-”

“Thank you Mr.Spock, I understand.” Normally, Jim would indulge Spock in his analysis, but time could very well have been a resource they were lacking. “Six feet, you say?”

“Affirmative, captain.” Spock was looking directly at him, his normal micro-expressions invisible to Jim. 

“Well, at least we know he’s not dead.” 

“Captain?”

“I’ll explain later, Mr.Spock. Mr.Scott?” The crackle of the infamously bad reception from the engine room rang over the bridge’s intercom. 

“Aye, captain?”

“Any chance we could get those sickbay kids back onboard?”

“Aye sir. I had someone repair those transporters this mornin’.”

“Excellent. Bridge out.” Kirk took a steadying breath. Just one. He couldn’t let the panic he could feel settling low in his chest affect his ability to command the ship. Especially when the livelihood of the ship’s CMO depended on that ability. “Transporter room?”

“Sir?”

“Have we got a lock on the away team?”

“All bar one, captain. Do you have the coordinates of Dr.McCoy?”

“Not right now, no. Beam up the rest, and have them report to my ready room.”

“Aye, sir.” 

Jim closed his eyes for a moment, vaguely aware of Spock standing up from his station. “Alright, Mr.Spock. Let’s find out what we can from these officers before we go jumping to any conclusions.” 

***

Leonard woke as his head was thrown against what felt like a stone wall, blood bubbling in the back of his throat. He could only hope the blood was from his nose and not his lungs, although both his face and chest were aching equally. 

A hand pinned him to the wall by the back of his neck, grinding his face against the gritty surface. Tiny pebbles scraped at the skin of his face, and he could feel his head spin as concern about an infection flitted in and out of the overwhelming bouts of different kinds of pain. A burning pain on his face from the fiction between his cheek and the gravely wall, a sharp pain in his nose (broken, if the amount of blood pooling above his upper lip was anything to go by), another sharp pain somewhere on the back of his head (sticky substance on back of neck: sweat or blood?), various, almost insignificant pains along and around his torso, an overall stiffness, and, oh Jesus. 

A shriek ripped its way out of his severely dehydrated throat as a scaled fist collided with his side, tugging at the skin which they had haphazardly sewn back together while he’d been knocked out. The area around the wound was warm, and the second the fist made contact with his side he could feel something oozing out of it. Not good, his brain helpfully supplied. The scream that had perforated the room left him whimpering in pain, his jaw a horrific cocktail of sharp, stabbing pains and dull aches, a bitter metallic taste stinging at his taste buds. 

A voice, speaking a language he didn’t know, was coming from somewhere in the room, too far away to be his assailant. Then, right beside his ear, from a tongue not designed to verbalise Standard : “They come.” 

Leonard could feel a sharp talon being pressed against the junction between the hinge of his jaw and his ear, not piercing the skin, not yet. It took him a while to try and figure out what they meant, then he gave a sharp, barking laugh followed by a coughing fit, splattering the wall he was pressed against. Jesus Christ. “You’re on some goddamn dumb shit if y’all think they ain’t halfway across y’all’s galaxy by this point.” 

The faraway, foreign vocalisations. The talon jabbed forcefully into his skin, making him groan, feeling a warm trickle of blood slither down his neck to pool with whatever was dripping down the back of his neck. 

He’d been crying since before he’d woken up, at least he thought so. “They ain’t comin’ you goddamn idiots, get your paws the fuck offa me.” His voice was thin and non-threatening, even to his own ears. The talon dragged itself down, towards his carotid artery. Leonard’s shriek was trapped in his throat as he squirmed, pressing himself further into the wall in a pathetic attempt to escape the motion. He could hear the owner of the slowly advancing talon release a hiss, before jerking it back up to his ear, deepening the wound. 

He could hear his own sobs bouncing off of the walls, echoing around his head. They weren’t coming. They couldn’t come, they’d get caught too, they had to leave him. The shudder that ran through his body tugged at the rancid stitches in his stomach, the shifting of his clothes hitting him with his own stench: dried blood, fresh blood, sweat, urine, and vomit. 

Must’ve thrown up while unconscious.

Why didn’t I choke on it, damnit?

His stomach heaved, his stitched popped, and he felt himself crumple, but was unconscious before he felt to the ground with a dull crack.  

***

“Captain it’s been three days-”

“I won’t give up the search-”

“I would not suggest we cease our search, captain. I was suggesting you allow me to proceed ahead at my own pace, as I believe I will be more efficient in locating the doctor than the security team.”

“I need you here, Spock.”

“You do not.”

Jim had never seen Spock like this before, never born witness to his unwavering loyalty secondhand. He was used to being found by a Spock who had already begun to lose his  version of a frantic disposition. He did not know what to do with a Spock who looked like he was going to go ahead with his own plan regardless of orders received. “Spock-”

“You have many competent officers aboard who would be willing to assist you in interviewing the locals.”

Jim tilted his head, giving his first officer a warning look which he had a feeling went ignored. “Are you suggesting my search team is incompetent, Mr.Spock?”

His eyebrows jumped as Spock clearly opened his mouth to give his agreement. Spock quickly checked himself and closed his mouth, took a deep breath, then leveled Jim with a look he knew all too well. Spock had picked it up from him. “I am merely noting your CMO has been missing for three days, presumed in mortal danger.” It was a vulcanised version of the look Jim got before disobeying a direct order from a superior.

“I need you back alive. Both of you.” 

Spock blinked once in what Jim hoped was a promise before he was gone.

***

The team of redshirts trailed behind Spock as he followed the sound of a gentle scraping his human teammates had not been able to hear. The sound grew louder as they wound their way through a cave system that was almost too dark for him to see in. Spock’s already brisk pace grew even faster as a pained groan joined the scraping noise, an eerily human expression of pain. 

The team following him broke out into a full sprint the second they heard a yell coming from directly ahead. Spock froze at the familiarity of that yell. He’d heard it more times than he cared to, and his stomach lurched at what it implied. Snapping into action, he easily outstripped the rest of the team, who yelled for him to stop. 

Spock did not stop.

He burst into a wide open cavern flooded with bright light, felt his second eyelid slide shut, and in the split second it took for his eyes to adjust, there were three pairs of eyes fixed on him. Two threatening, reptilian humanoids watched him carefully, as Spock stood, frozen. McCoy was looking at him, but his eyes were glazed over, his face gaunt and bloody, his bare feet slipping in a puddle of his own shockingly red blood as he was held up by his neck by one of the two friendly locals. Spock felt cold, and he could feel his heart drop to his pelvic girdle as he was unable to see the rise and fall of the doctor’s chest. He couldn’t move. The captors were stood in shock, uncertain what to do with their intruder.

“S....Sp....” McCoy blinked slowly and tried to speak. The sound of his voice struggling up through a restricted throat, past a mangled jaw, desperately trying to form the sounds of his name brought a fury Spock had never known.

He felt a growl rumble in his chest, and when the lizard holding McCoy by the neck gave the doctor a shake, Spock launched himself. He was vaugly aware of a scuffle ensuing behind him, but his focus was totally on pulverising this creature who had dared to try and take Leonard from him. 

Wrapping an arm around Leonard’s chest elicited a pained mewl from his tiny doctor, which sent another surge of red through Spock, as he shoved the creature away from them instead of trying to pull Leonard away, but the creature dug its talons in instead of letting go. Spock could feel Leonard jerk forward, pulled by the nails embedded in his neck. A strangled noise left Spock as he leaned forward and sank his teeth into the hand, which released Leonard in surprise. Immediately, Spock slipped McCoy behind him, his concern slowly growing to outtake his anger as Leonard’s pained noises grew more and more frequent. Backing into a corner, Spock’s eyes did not leave the advancing opponent.

There was a flash of light, the lizard fell, and Spock immediately turned to Leonard, his hands flying to the psi-points on the doctors face without hesitation, totally unaware of the frail hands shakily trying to pry him away. Spock joined to McCoy without hesitating, ascertaining the extent of the damage.

That wasn’t a very good idea, darlin’. 

Spock had not wanted his first meld with Leonard to be like this, not filled with more pain than he knew the doctor could withstand, not feeling the ghosts of what he knew, logically, were recent, fatal wounds, and older, debilitating lacerations and fractures.

You may not leave. 

Since when have I ever done what y’told me to, Spock?

His thoughts were... surprisingly direct for a human untrained in vulcan ways, but the way they were growing gradually quieter was enough to send Spock into a panic which he tried desperately to tamp down. 

On Vulcan, one’s spouse always  obeys their husband.

Who’s t’say y’ain’t the one who’s ‘posed to do th’ obeyin’?

Spock felt a flash of pain as Leonard tried to smile, then the connection went dead. 

Leonard had slammed up a mental barrier, and Spock did not have time to wonder where he had learned to do that, not as he was desperately pressing at Leonard’s psi-points while fixedly staring at the increasingly unsteady rise and fall of the his chest. Spock’s gazed fixed in horror at the stark white slip of collarbone protruding from the skin with every inhale. 

By the time the familiar fizz of the transporter surrounded them, Spock was no longer fighting against the mental barrier, but was still unable to make contact with the spirited doctor.

***

Jim had known Spock’s expression had meant he was going to disobey an order. He’d hoped by giving the order Spock had wanted, to bring his two best friends home, to avoid that. He should’ve known better.          

[tomthesoftie]

admitting pt.2

a/n: bro, i dont know how i keep writing these long fics but i cant end this yet... so this turned into a series.,, please dont attack me lol... also i realize this isn’t rly like enemies, like at all... oops

pairing: enemies to lovers!tom x reader

warnings: straight up fluff, one sexual innuendo, Tom being the adorkable dorkous he is

! previous part !

masterlist

You awoke the next morning, not remembering how you got back to your room. Thinking back, you only remembered being carried by a pair of muscular arms. You reminded yourself to ask and thank whoever brought you back.

You were still in the clothes you wore the day before, so the first thing you did was take a warm shower. While you were in there, you mind wandered back to last night. Who had carried you back to your room? Was it Harry? Sure, Harry was muscular, but not that muscular. Could it’ve been Tom? No way. You felt yourself flush at the thought. 

You stepped out of the shower, drying yourself off before putting on a black camisole top paired with high waisted, medium wash jeans. You added a brown, faux fur jacket to top it off. 

You could hear fumbling from the first floor of the home, so you assumed that some of the Hollands had already woken up. You decided to join and help them, being that you were already awake. 

“Morning,” you said gleefully, hopping down the stairs.

“Hey, what are you doing up so early?” The deep British voice rang through your ears.

Tom.

“I could say the same to you,” you threw back, admiring the defined biceps and back muscles.

“Touché,” Tom was walking around the kitchen, looking for certain ingredients. Having nothing to do, you offered, “Need any help? I’ve got nothing else to do.”

“Yeah, sure,” he said, finally turning to look at you. He looked dumbstruck. He was admiring your outfit, looking you up and down. Your curves were accentuated by the tight clothes you were wearing. He wanted to grab you by your waist and just kiss you. He shook his head, waving the thought away, telling himself to keep it together.

“So, what’re you making?” You asked, peeking at the cluster of ingredients behind him.

“Just waffles and eggs,” he said, breaking his gaze at you.

“Waffles? Why waffles? They’re literally just pancakes with muscles,” you giggled, “nobody likes to eat muscles, they like to eat the meat.”

Tom choked on his spit, coughing a bit. His ears turning a bright red and blood rushing down south.

“Oh my gosh! That’s not what I meant! Get your mind out of the gutter, you div,” this playful banter between you and Tom was new. You’ve never had a normal conversation with him. Usually, the two of you were ignoring or throwing insults at one another.

The two of you made breakfast together in peace, music softly played in the background. Neither one of you would admit to sneakily glancing at each other when you had the chance. 

“Good morning, Y/N/N. You wanna model for some of my pictures later? You can come along if you want, Tom,” Harry said, plopping onto the couch.

“Sure, sounds fun,” you answered, before snapping back, “now get your butt off the couch and come help. Even Tom, Tom, is doing some work!”

“Hey,” he chuckled, lightly nudging your arm. The reaction shocked you. He didn’t snap back like he usually would.

You heard Harry groaning in the living room before dragging himself into the kitchen to help the two of you.

“So, how many arguments have you two had today?” Harry whispered into your ear.

“Surprisingly, none. I have no idea why Tom’s being so nice to me now,” you whispered back.

“What are the two of you gossiping about? It better not be about me,” Tom said, breaking the silence.

“Heh, we would never,” Harry said, moving to grab 6 plates.

Breakfast goes by smoothly. Nikki had asked you a couple of questions, asking if you had started dating anyone or if you had a college in mind. Dom had told her to let you eat and to stop bugging you, though you told him it wasn’t any burden. After the meal, Harry dashed up the stairs to grab his camera.

“Let’s get going, Y/N. Tom, you coming?” Harry asked as he appeared from the stairs.

“Yeah, sure,” Tom blatantly replied.

“Good, you’re driving, then,” Harry tossed Tom’s car keys at him.

“Get ready for a long day, Y/N/N,” Harry cheered.

You giggled, hopping into the grey Audi R8. Harry sat in the front passenger seat, turning to face you for any opportunity of a photo. 

“Where we going,” Tom asked, selecting navigation on his car. 

“Anywhere with lots of trees and nature,” Harry said, all focus on you.

Tom backed out of the driveway, driving you to the unknown location. The light wind combined with the force of the moving car pushed your hair back. It was flowing freely in the wind and Harry took it as an invitation to take photos. You were watching the cars pass with a blur, admiring the beauty of Kingston. 

When you arrived at the destination, it was surrounded with nature. There were no parking spaces, only empty dirt patches. Tom chose a random space and parked the car there.

“It’s beautiful,” you said in awe.

“Wait ‘til we get in the forest,” Tom said, smirking, proud of the reaction he’d gotten from you.

Tom was right. From within the forest, it felt like an entirely different world. You roamed the space, stroking the bark of the trees, examining the variations of colors on the leaves. It wasn’t even autumn, yet these leaves were bursting different colors.

Harry was behind you, taking more pictures of you in your normal state. He let you look around for a bit before telling you to pose and take the pictures. The lighting was extraordinary, making your skin glow. None of the pictures Harry took did your natural beauty justice, but he could still sense the joy radiating off of you.

Tom, on the other hand, was standing off to the side, admiring your every angle. He couldn’t believe how attracted to you he had gotten. Within 2 years, he went from absolutely despising you to falling deeply in love with you.

A giggle fell from your plump, pink lips as you posed playfully. Tom couldn’t help but gush over you. Everything about you was perfect. 

The man was whipped and he wouldn’t admit it, not to himself or you.

! next part !

[mikasocks]

Katsuki bakugo dating a lovable s/o would include...

A/n: bitch... writers block is a bitch. Also, this isn’t cohesive at all ahah... oops.

Paring(s): Katsuki Bakugo x reader

Type/Warning(s): fluff, swearing 

Word Count: 1202

Definition: lov·a·ble/ˈləvəb(ə)l/ inspiring or deserving love or affection.

As of lately Katsuki had been acting.. well.. differently.

Less irritable and more distracted/distant— something was wrong with that bitch.

The bakusquad was gonna get to the bottom of this.

Their “plan?”

Stalking the boy all week.

This was quickly abandoned though, after bakugo had caught them everyday. 

running away was becoming tiresome for the four of them.

They decided to just look after him stalk him during class instead— watching him like a hawk.

They were just about to give up again until the last day of the week.

The final bell rang, as students hurriedly shuffled out of class. Kami, kiri, sero and Mina following suit, stopping to spy on bakugo outside the classroom doors.

bakugo had often been the last to leave nowadays— the bakusquad was about to figure out why.

As they peered over the door separating the hallway and classroom they saw it.

tilted back in his chair, bakugo was sat talking to you.

Y/n l/n the most lovable person in all of class 1-A. The prettiest little thing, with such a charismatic personality.

You sat right behind bakugo, deku I’m sorry we took your seat his head placed on your desk as your fingers brushed through his hair— bakugo swatting yours hands lazily.

You two were conversing whether or not to study in his room or yours.

The four stood dumbfounded

Like wtf, how did this feral ass bitch get a girlfriend like you? How did they not notice? When was he ever interested in girls? Poor kirishima?

You’re too good for this world and too good for bakugo. Oop.

At least that’s what class thought when they found out. Sero needs to tape kaminaris mouth shut

How in the hell could they just stand there and watch bakugo corrupt you

Nay nay they say

Everyone and I mean everyone tried to reason with you— Even All might questioned your choice. “ahh young l/n and young bakugo... young love... why young bakugo?”

“Idk y/n.. kacchan.. he’s kacchan. Just don’t get hurt. I know you can take care of yourself, but seriously.. it’s kacchan.”

“Y/n, I trust in your judgement...” “Todoroki thank you so much, everyone’s saying th—“ “let me finish” “oh.” “please, I need you to be careful. Remember last sports festival?” “Katsuki had a muzzle?” “Yes, Bitch had a muzzle.”

>.>

<.<

...

Anyways... you stood your ground, and after a while people learned to just let y’all be.

It is what it is

That didn’t mean they stopped keeping their eyes on bakugo though.

No, if you got hurt all the teachers and class 1-A would beat his ass.

Everyone loved you to bits.

Okayyyy now on to dating because this shit is getting too long

Katsuki was always careful with you, you could’ve had anyone and yet you chose him. He didn’t wanna mess this up.

first kiss was a trip, you both leaned in several times but kept getting interrupted, so Katsuki finally just stopped waiting for a right time and kissed you. 

let me tell you, he fell in love with kisses. 

he was always like “whats the hype?” but after his first one he realized he never wanted to stop kissing you. 

Cuddling was secretly his favorite, but don’t tell anyone unless you want them to get blown up.

Whenever he’d want cuddles he’d rather say “oi come here” Than the actual word.

“That’s such an embarrassing word y/n, I’m not saying that shit.”

he was a total softie around you, but only you. 

to him, yes his pride was important, but you were above it all. 

he had the privilege of loving you. 

One time you were making tea in the kitchen and he just happened to walk by, doing a double take he approached you to kiss your forehead and proceeded to just leave..

-.-

You brought out this side of him no one ever knew he had.

it was quite scary tbh, but nice. 

When Katsuki got angry all you had to do was place a hand on his thigh and he’d calm down immediately.

“Fuck off,” he’d mutter.

But legit he’d make no motion to remove your hand, instead he’d get up and lead you to his room to calm down further.

He’d always offer shove his credit card in front of yours to pay for your food/needs, making sure you were well taken care of was a top priority of his.

Soo when you get hurt, he’s always first to find out and carry you to recovery girl.

all the girls would constantly gush at his affection towards you.

“SHUT UP YOU FUCKING EXTRAS.” 

mina even has a picture of Baku giving you a piggy back ride at the beach.

“oi, raccoon eyes stop being a fucking stalker! now send me that shit!” 

its his lock screen... 

Cooking was fun :)

You’d sit on the counter and bakugo would stand between your legs, you’d try to kiss him and he’d move away laughing every time.

fucking bitch. 

He likes to braid your hair when its was just the two of you. (if it’s short he still tries)

 He just likes the way your shampoo smells.

Katsuki makes sure to bring you a water bottle everyday— you always forget and ask for his.

Not that he minds, he just fakes being annoyed. Ofc he’d let his girlfriend drink out of his water bottle. indirect kisses

The first time Katsuki brought you home his parents actually got so excited.

You genuinely changed their son and they couldn’t thank you enough.

They liked you even before they met you, now after seeing how polite and kind you were they loved you.

sometimes when mitsuki and Katsuki fought, Katsuki would try to bring you in to side with him.

Sike

You sided with mitsuki and scolded Katsuki instead, which earned a proud smile from his mother. 

You didn’t baby him and you kept him somewhat grounded, she really appreciated you.

katsuki just thought you were kissing his mom’s ass.

movie nights with bakugo were... something. He got bored every five seconds and just pushed your head up so he could kiss you, you didn’t really mind but like.. every five seconds? 

he adored pestering you, just to see your face that resembled this -.- ... so worth it. 

oh? were you studying? not anymore, now your on katsuki’s lap making out. 

oh? were you talking to deku? Yeah not anymore, you’re being pulled away and he’s screaming “fuck off deku.” 

oh? are you cold? yeah he turned the heater off so you'd cuddle him. 

yes he likes bugging you but he would rather see a smile on your gorgeous face.

-.- :) 

forcing a massage if you've had a really bad day.

calling you cute pet names that made you blush: baby, babe, angel, princess, dumbass, idiot, baka... wait

helping you study 

you guys were so cute and the class soon realized that you two deserved each other.

Bakugo knew he got lucky, and he’s forever grateful for you. 

Extra Prompts

 Shit Katsuki Says: 

“babe stop looking at my ass.”

“baka, dont be stupid. eat.” 

“why the fuck do my parents love you so much?” 

“yeah, whatever, I love you too I guess.” 

“ Oi, gimme a real fucking kiss women.” 

[canumoveurseatup-no]

the art of intimacy

summary: nights alone with tony where there’s no evil to fight always bring the best events.

pairing: tony stark x black!reader 18+

word count: 1.8k

warnings: smut, crying during sex again bc i have a kink for it oops, crude language, body worship, slight choking, squirting, creampie

a/n: i just FUCKING love this gif of tony.

————

“Why does your painting look better than mine?,” Tony looked over at your easel, eyeing your painting and looking back to the Bob Ross video, “They look exactly the same!,”

“Yeah because you don’t listen, instead of midnight blue you used navy,”

“They’re practically the same!!,”

“But you messed up your painting because you couldn’t be patient enough to wait until I was finished using the midnight blue!,”

Tony sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes, turning the tv off despite your protests of wanting to finish your painting.

“Don’t be a baby, Tony,” you crawl over the couch to him and straddle his lap, his white button up fitting big on you, your black bra peaking out and catching his eye.

“Aren’t you glad we have the place to ourselves? Let’s not waste time painting... let’s make... a different type of art,”

You felt his hand grab and squeeze your black panty clad ass cheeks.

“I don’t think my husband would be too fond of that Mr. Stark... he’s expecting me home quite soon,”

He chuckled to himself and kissed your clevage, “I understand, Mrs. Stark... my wife would kill me if she found me in such a compromising.. position,”

He flipped you over on your back and peppered little kisses all over your body. Loving every roll, crease and stretch mark that adorned your skin.

“I guess we better get on with it then huh?,” you ran your hand through his highlight blond hair and he moaned at the feeling of your nails scratching his scalp. God he looked so good with the highlights, it gave him a certain youthful look but he still looked distinguished.

“Can’t rush intimacy, baby. So keep that pretty mouth closed unless it’s making pretty little noises for me, okay?,”

“Yes, baby,” you loved the way your husband squeezed and adored ever bit of flesh you had, whether you liked that area or not. He always made sure to let you know he fucking loves it.

“I still can not believe you’re all mine and have my last name,” kissing up you’re calves up your thigh to your pubic bone to pull your panties to the side, “Still can’t believe I get to have this pretty pussy in my face every night too,”

“You’re so crude” you felt your face get hot at his comment, he loved talking dirty and while you loved it, you felt like you couldn’t match his way with words. You felt like you couldn’t move him like he did you but boy were you wrong.

“You love it, now take those pretty breast out of that bra,” sending a single lick against your clit just to get a taste of you. You push the cups of your bra down and he bit his lip, groaning at the sight of your beautiful dark brown areolas. Like perfect chocolate morsels decorating a cake. He wrapped his lips around one and suckled on them just the way you like it.

Tony was so good at that, that you could cum just from him sucking and nibbling on your nipples.

“Tone,” You whimpered his nickname and arched your back into him, “More, baby, please,”

You felt two fingers being pushed in you and you have an unpopular opinion that the nipple sucking and fingering combo was better than his dick in you a thumb in the butt and you fucking loved that combo.

He switched nipples and fingered you faster and harder making you dig your heels in the couch. You looked down and saw him already eyeing you.

“You look so good all strung out from feeling good,”

“You’re my drug, what can I s-say?,”

You were soaking his fingered and he kissed all over your breasts before watching his fingered pump in and out of you, “You’re always such a good girl, getting all wet for me like this all the time,” going back to sucking your nipples, sucked harder, nibbled harder, finger fucked you harder, you were rolling your hips into his fingers, so close already.

“Tony dont stop!!,”

“I’m not stopping, baby. Cum for me,” his tongue flicked your hardened nipples and you saw the way they glistened from his mouth. He opened his mouth wider, sucking your whole areola into his mouth, tugging at the little hardened nubs.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum,” your breath fans his forehead and hearing your breath shutter because of him had him going harder.

“Yes yes yes! Huuuuuuuhh, fuck!,” your thighs trembled and your head rested back against the arm rest of the couch.

“You ready for me baby? Or you want me to keep going like this?,”

You wipe your forehead and sigh happily, “Ready for you, wanna feel you,”

His fingers withdrew from you with a sloppy wet pop and he hummed at the noise, sucking his fingers free of your flavor, a flavor he would never get sick of.

“Hold on tight to something, baby. I’m diving straight in and not letting up, you hear me?,”

You just give a nod and earn yourself a slap on the clit, jolting you out of your post orgasmic state, “y-yes I hear you, bab- hoooooo God,”

He sheathed himself completely deep inside of you, filling you up to the hilt, “Move, please. Wanna feel you,”

He brace himself on the arm of the chair before rolling his hips into you, eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of you clenching around him.

“Never get sick of this pussy taking me in, fuck, baby,”

You couldn’t form words, his thrusts sending tingles down to the tips of your toes.

“Harder, harder, harder!,” you begged and he obliged. Heavy panting and intoxicating skin slapping filled the room and looking up into his eyes overwhelmed every nerve in your body making tears sting your eyes, “Fuck, I love you,”

He watched the way your lips trembled and kissed them gently, he loved overwhelming you like this, you were so easy to boil over.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” you grabbed his face and made sure he didn’t look away from you, “you fuck me so good, treat me so good, I love you,”

He kisses your tears away, tasting the salt on his lips, “I love you so much baby. You’re all mine, taking my dick so good, fuck baby”

He fell back and pulled you into his lap, sitting you right on his dick, “Ride me, wanna see that pretty belly jiggle with those breasts,” Tony loved the hell out of your stomach. Always made sure to show you love there knowing it was an area you didn’t think the fondest of.

You placed your hands on his chest and began moving your ass up and down, feeling a wave of confidence surge through your veins at the loud moan he sent out into the thick air

“Ride that dick baby, just like that,” his hands roamed all over your body, squeezing every and loving every roll on you, tracing every stretch mark with the pad of his thumbs. He loved every bit of you, you were more beautiful than any Bob Ross painting.

“I love you so much,” your eyes rolled in your head as more tears fell, your cries mixing in with your moans. Tony loved to see it. While anyone’s crying spouse during sex would concern them, it was a normal thing for Tony and he always made it his task to make you cry, as bad as it sounds. Tony had a love for overwhelming your heart, body and mind and you crying meant it he was doing all of that at once and it felt so good. You felt so loved and cared for, for reasons past sex. You and him hadn’t had much time to yourselves with the kids needing more attention and him being needed more st the compound.

Now it was just you and him.

“I love you more,” he placed your face in his hands and pulled you closer to him to plant a kiss on your waiting lips. He planted his feet on the white leather sofa and fucked himself up into you, smiling to himself when you broke from the kiss to nearly scream out for him.

“You’re gonna cum for me again, aren’t you?,”

One hand wrapped around your throat and he gritted his teeth as he watched you gasp and felt your walks clench around him.

“Gonna come around my dick, baby?,” he caressed your face with the other hand while squeezing your throat harder, “Answer me, baby. I know it feels good but you gotta be good and answer me,”

“Y-yeees yes yes yes,” you gasp and clenched your eyes shut, “Gonna cum, gonna cum for you. Make me cum baby, please,

And he does, makes you cum so hard you’re gushing in his lap and onto the sofa. Feeling the rush of your orgasm triggers his and he stiffens, bucking his hips into you, giving you every last drop of his seed. He loved coming in you, especially since you were on birth control now to avoid having another kid for a while. Even if it wasn’t 100%, he loved doing it anyway and you loved to feel him dripping down your thighs.

He pulls out and watches your pussy leaks his seed right back onto his dick before he pushes you back and pushes his fingers into you.

“Oh my God, Tony!!,”

You didn’t want to protest and let him know how overly sensitive you were so you just succumb to the phenomenal feeling of his fingers fucking you, despite your juices mixed with his getting all over his fingers. Tony wasn’t one to shy away from it.

“Gimme one more,”

It didn’t take long, especially with him suckling on your nipples, it never failed, that combo was heaven sent.

“Tony! Baby, fuck,” your fingers tugged at his roots and your body convulsed as wave after wave crashed down on your body. He pulled his fingers away from you, this time giving you a taste.

“So greedy and pretty, look at you getting every drop,”

God you loved the way he talked to you. He let you catch your breath while he kissed all over your belly and thighs, not even trying to initiate a rise out of you, just appreciating you.

“You’re better than any Bob Ross painting,”

“You’re so corny,” you wanted to hide away from him but he wouldn’t let you. Instead he took your hands and kissed your palms.

“But you love it,”

His eyes were so gentle as they traced every feature on your face and you couldn’t help the heat that creeped up your neck and to your face. You loved this man so much.

“You’re right... I sure do,”

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i’m sorry it’s short. i just needed to her more tony love out.

PLEASE REBLOG AND COMMENT!!

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[kazziesangel-moved]

hello dont mind me i am just casually looking for more sdr2 self shipper friens bc yall are cool 👉👈

actually idk if i have sent a hello ask to u before or not and if i have then oops but hello

Idk if you have sent a hello ask or not but either way, hello fellow SDR2 shipper＼(＾▽＾*)

You 🤝 me 🤝 any of the SDR2 selfshippers I know: Our SDR2 F/Os deserve better. and if you ever wanna gush about your dgr f/o(s), you know where to find me :3 (that goes for anyone btw)

[pink-gemss]

Can I request Spinel getting help to ask her crush on a date and being nervous the whole night but her crush finds it cute and gives her a kiss on the cheek to reassure her she having a good time.

THIS WAS SO CUTE!!!! cries it was partly inspired by this post by @spiral-spinel that made me laugh hysterically so u know I had to do it. (I hope that’s okay!!) it got pretty long I'm sorry oop. I hope you like it!!

you had met Spinel through Steven not long after she first came to Earth. she was incredibly shy and withdrawn and least to say that at first it was kind of really hard to get to know her. she would cling to Steven like he was the only person who was going to show her kindness, sadly

however, with some time and after a few visits alone without her Diamond moms, she began to relax around the Crystal Gems and their human friends

something about her drew you to her, maybe it was the fact that you could really hardcore relate to her, or maybe it was simply because it was in your nature to want to help someone who was hurting, you had no idea. you just knew you wanted to befriend her. nobody should be lonely like that

after just a few hours into your second or third time hanging out with her (at a bbq on the beach!!) she really started to unwind and relax! hanging out with humans, especially you, wasn't as weird as she thought it was going to be omg

after she went home that night, she had no idea what she was in for in the days afterward. you were the only thing she could think about and it worried her

she started getting these thoughts telling her to go back to you for some reason she didn't know but.....she wanna go back to you right now

SHE SUPER SCARED THOUGH so she’ll burst out of the warp pad at Steven’s house instead, more than likely in the middle of the night. gems don't have to sleep nor do they have a real ‘nighttime’ on Homeworld, so she completely forgets that she has to mind the time whenever she visits

not this time though. this time is panic.

Spinel climbs up to Steven’s room and she wakes him up anxiously, apologizing profusely when she realizes its probably absolutely annoying to him, but he just wants her to tell him if something is wrong because why is she panicking so hard oml-

“I STARTED GETTING THESE FEELINGS THAT MAKE MY CHEST FEEL HOT AND MY STOMACH DOES FLIPS AND- AND- I DONT- WH-”

“you really came in here at three in the morning to tell me you have a crush on [Name].”

“A WHAT”

(little did she know that you had started to develop feelings for her as well)

and so enter Steven and Garnet who try to start helping her process her thoughts and feelings because my god she has clearly never dealt with something like this before

the next few times she sees you her face flushes immediately and when she tries to form sentences they come out in a jumbled mess. she rubs her arm a lot, she’ll look away most of the time when you make eye-contact, and after a little while it starts to make you wonder if you said or did something to make her uncomfortable

you voice your feelings about it to Steven while you’re hanging out alone one day and he finally decides that Spinel has to come out and just tell you already!!!!

when he does however, absolute panic. Spinel explodes with questions, worrying about what you may or may not say. but Steven finally asks her, “but what if she says yes?” and she goes silent. a new wave of understanding hits her like a brick and she nods hesitantly but with a smile.

later that night, she shakily asks you if you’d like to walk along the boardwalk and maybe the beach afterwards. you're just jittering with happiness and you can't say “yes” fast enough

when you arrive at the boardwalk, you reach for her hand and interlace your fingers with hers. her face lights up in a hot shade of pink and she gives you a sheepish grin

while Spinel is normally full of overwhelming energy and confidence, underneath it all she actually struggles with hoping people will like her enough to stay. that’s in the back of her head quite a bit, but it probably won't be a firm topic of conversation until a little bit longer into your relationship with her

but for now, just giving her the occasional smooch on the cheek, nose, or her forehead is enough to get her limbs to turn into limp noodles and she blushes up a storm

do it enough times in one day and she’ll straight up start to purr and squash herself against you as close as she can

she just loves loves loves you so much already, she can’t get enough of your smile or your laugh or the way you brighten up when you're talking about something you're passionate about. she’ll gush about you for days

[koushi-waka]

@kenmakodzu​

I’m so sorry I got everything jumbled up literally there is only circus music in my head because I’m the Top Clown-  Here’s your matchup request! 

(1/2) i wrote: im 5ft, filipino, with brown hair that reaches below my shoulders, baby face with big-ish cheeks. i think i also wrote that im a virgo sun and pisces moon, and my mbti is ISFJ!

(2/2) oops sorry i sent it before i could finish (im the ask abt the 5ft filipino girl) 😅 with strangers and ppl im not familiar with, im super introverted and lowkey a little socially anxious.. lmao i also tend to overcompensate so i dont come off as awkward but that usually backfires. with friends, im usually the one who jokes around and sends memes, and i use alot of slang and iNteRnEt tALk as they say. i like spending time alone, and usually i'd draw or binge movies and shows!

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I’d pair you with... Tendou! 

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I feel like he’s one of the few that would understand internet slang because I’d imagine he speaks really informally in texts. Speaking of which? Your texts are normally just strings of memes mixed together in lieu of actual conversations. Literally to other people it is like Egyptian hieroglyphics but it makes perfect sense to both of you. 

He loves teasing you, as he does everyone, but mostly he likes squeezing your face between your hands and gushing over how cute it is. Whether this is for affection or to make you embarrassed, who can say... (it’s both)

When he first met you I can imagine he wanted to see how quickly he could get you comfortable enough to joke around. Maybe he saw a glimpse of your sense of humor once? This may be a little overbearing at first, knowing him, but his intentions are good! 

Goofing around is probably your favorite pastimes. You both thrive off of each other and once you both get into the joking around mood it’s really hard to stop. 

You know when you’re in class and something funny happens and you’re trying really hard not to laugh, and it’s not really funny anymore but you still keep laughing? This happens regularly with both of you. 

He ropes you into sending memes to Ushijima to confuse him. This inevitably turns into the both of you occasionally sending a meme to Ushijima (save him) and he really, really doesn’t understand (save him). 

If you’re socially anxious and really don’t feel like going anywhere that day, he’s always really chill with lounging around together at home. In fact, he prefers it. He’d rather put on a movie with you and laze around instead of go through the trouble of going out somewhere. 

You know that thing where a person will look at your drawings and go “oh! is that anime?” I feel like Tendou does this with you constantly as a meme. Drawing a landscape? “Oh? Are you drawing anime?” Literally just sketching a circle? “Ah! That’s anime, right?” 

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Hi so don’t mind me I’m just gonna be here simping over tendou for the next millennia ty 

I’m so sorry again for the confusion- I hope you liked this! 

- Maddy 

[toxicxxmyth]

Dating Richard Camacho headcanon

Authors Note: This all over the place lmao so bear with me. I also got a little carried away oops.

Y’all prolly met at the club or a house party tbh(like almost every other Richard fic :’)

And you were there looking bomb as ever ;)

And he was there looking fine as ever ;)

And you were just in a corner talking to a few friends when he sat beside you

At first it wasn’t a big deal bc it’s a couch..hello

But when y’all got a good look at each other’s faces under the smoke and blue laser lights

Y’all were like

:0

So that’s how you met, lol

It might’ve taken a long time for you guys to actually start dating

With him being so private and secure when it comes to relationships

And you having bad experience with relationships

You guys took it slow, yet you both considered each other as your s/o even if you guys haven’t even shared a kiss

And after, let’s say, four months, y’all started dating

Anyway

Starting now with and actual headcanon

My boy’s hands are on you 24/7

Your hips, waist and ass are his hand holders

Literally cannot get enough of you

If you’re cooking you can bet your ass he’s wrapping his arms around you(or just unpacking takeout if you don’t cook)

Squishing you into his buff chest with his strong arms :’) whatta dream

Even in public his hands are wrapped tightly or losely around your waist, 0 fucks given at the pictures people take or the stares

He’s you number one support and judge

Perfect candidate to take to the mall when you want to buy some clothes or whatever

This is one horny ass man(but y’all knew that already)

Anything you wore he’d just melt and start making Inappropriate jokes

“How’s this one” you’d mutter mostly to yourself as you examined the dress

“It’s great ma, it look even better on the floor tho” He’d chuckle darkly

But your just like

“guess I’ll fuck him in the dressing room ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ “

Sometimes you have those down moments where you basically just hate yourself(terrible fucking feeling m8)

BUT RICHARD IS HAVING NONE OF THAT

I feel like he’d cancel EVERYTHING he has on his schedule and clean the whole house and set up the cutest fort and puts on a shit ton of Disney movies and snacks for you

He takes his time leaving soft and gentle kisses all over your body, starting from the top of your head to the tip of your toes, whispering sweet nothings in your ear before lazily clicking play on the little mermaid

He could barely focus on the movie

His hands would be draped lazily over your stomach squeezing the soft skin(making you uwu)and his head buried in the crook of your neck, giving you innocent kisses

A wide smile permanent on your face

You’d order some take out and just drink some red wine as he worships your body in the most innocent ways possible to the dirtiest ways

This dude is the dream boyfriend once he’s met the one honestly

and vice versa

Every time he feels down(which isn’t a rare thing) you’d be there.

His head would be against your chest as you softly massage his scalp, lips pressed against his forehead and you whispered all the things you love about him and all the good qualities that he has

MELTING IS WHAT THIS BOY IS DOING ON THE INSIDE

MELTING

Anywhore, moving on

it took Richard 6 months for him to introduce you to Aaliyah bc he wanted to make sure that you were actually serious

Which is completely understandable

He was so nervous bc like

whAT if you don’t want that big of a commitment??

Or what if Aaliyah doesn’t like you???

His worst nightmare is both his baby girls not getting along

Literally had to take a moment alone so he could recompose himself

He wouldn’t know what hell to do if both the loves of his life dont get along

But let’s be honest

He was stressing for nothing

You guys ended up loving each other

It took Aaliyah a few minutes to open up due to her shyness

But y’all ended up being the best of friends

And Richards heart just meLTED

You ended up befriending Yocelyn too

And Richards all like :0

If you weren’t confident before you met him, then he really did boost your confidence up little by little

Starting with random messages throughout the day

Some sweet other explicit ;)

Would take so many pictures and videos of you just so you could see how pretty you are

And if you were already confident(which we all should be :’)

Y’all would take some bomb ass pictures together

Like them cute ass insta couples

Will make such cute and inappropriate comments under your posts

Making many fans gush and hollar

Ugh, goals man, literal goals

Most fans don’t take the news well

Hate comment after hate comment

But you know what?

Y’all prolly fucking too hard to pay attention

This man is a sex God(I have no proof but I have no doubts either)

Y’all caNNOT change my mind

Pull out game weak(sorry lol)

But goOD THING YOU’RE ON THE PILL!!

This one kinky motherfucker istg

From bondage to breeding to choking to ooff I need a shower

Will take you anywhere in the house

The couch? check

Kitchen? check

Guest room? check

I want to say that he’s into public sex but I doubt it, like he’d think it’s hot but he wouldn’t want to risk anything

LUCKILY YOU’RE THERE TO PUSH HIS BUTTONS!!! ;)))))

Lazy make out sessions are a common thing

Lots of booty grabbing

My man loves that booty

You get along perfectly with the guys

Even though at first all of you were a bit iffy

Because

“Oh shit, new girl and she isn’t a one night stand :0”

But after like a week maybe, all of you started getting more comfortable

Maybe a little too comfortable which had Richard seeing red

I mean

He’d love the fact that everyone was getting along

BUT THERES BOUNDARIES !!

Ooff did I mention that he’s super protective with a tad bit of possessiveness

Not enough to be considered dangerous or unhealthy but enough to irritate you

“Like back tf up bruh I can protect myself”

And he’s all like

:0

You could be at the club, dancing and having the time of your life and some guy just creeps up behind you

And Richards got this murderous look on his face that even scared you

But let’s not lie, mad Richard is a sexy Richard

Y’all have some bomb sex after but then a deep conversation about your faithfulness to each other

Speaking of conversations

It’s 2:49am and y’all talking bout raiding Area 51 or some shit

You’re both drunk off sleep that you just go deep in thought

Or it could be 11:11pm and you guys are just confessing your love for one another

Singing his songs while you clean around the house or catch up on your work

And his just staring at you with the biggest heart eyes

Random slow dances with or without music happens at least one a week

Dates could go from a fancy ass Italian restaurant or a stop at 7/11 and a drive around the streets listening to slow r&b music

You could be gazing up at the stars and he’d try his best to focus on the road instead of your beautiful face

Days away from him suck ass

With him touring and practicing could be hard on both of y’all

But you make it work

Or when he’s finally home and you have to go to uni or work leaves him a bit disappointed

But you’ll do some romantic shit when you or he gets back

THIS MAN WILL SPOIL THE SHIT OUT OF YOU

will surprise you with diamond earrings or necklaces

You end up calling him your sugar daddy jokingly

Speaking of nicknames

Calls you mami more than your name

Like, does he even know your name?

Prolly not(jk)

You’re just mami, baby girl or babe

But you don’t mind whatsoever

Teaching you Spanish)if you already don’t know it) and kissing you every time you get something right

He’s a messy one lady’s

So every time you fight it’s prolly bc of his mess

You end up yelling at him to clean the mess

And he act all offended but does as you says cause he’s a good boy

Literally cried when Aaliyah calls you mommy

But your panicking

Like full on panicking

Like what if Yocelyn comes and drags your ass??

You’re out here worrying while Richard is bawling his eyes out in happiness

None of them have a problem with it thankfully

It just means you’re treating their baby girl right

Now it’s your cue to cry

Damn you love both of them so much

And he loves both of y’all twice as much

OH and meeting your family would be the end of him

His having a full on breakdown once again

His confidence is out the window

Cause what if they don’t accept him bc he’s a dad????

Or bc he’s constantly on the road and not being able to give you all the love and attention you deserve???

That’ll crush him

And Yashua’s prolly making fun of him lowkey

Your dad(or male figure if you don’t have a dad) would intimidate THE SHIT out of him

But once again, after a few minutes or hour

Everyone got along perfectly

Your family ended up loving him and his family ended up loving you just as much

And there’s so much more that could go on with dating Richard but this is all my poor brain could think of

Plus I’m afraid that if I write more tumblr will fuck my shit up like always :’)

Deuces 🤙🏼