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dayeongi · 1 year

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Hey there,

I'd love to tag you for these questions for writers:

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

10. How do you decide what to write?

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

22. Who is your favorite character in [Setting Sun] and why?

23. What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to?

29. What songs would be (or are) on a playlist for [Setting Sun]? Explain your choices if you want!

51. If you write in English as a second language, what do you find easier to write in English, and what is harder than in your first language?

Thanks for writing 'Setting Sun', I love it and I'm so curious how this story will unfold!

Hihi nina! (Can I call you nina?)

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Lolololol here it is!!

Alternate Universe - Modern Setting

Angst

Regency Romance (next one is regency too so putting them both here)

Character Death

Friends to Lovers

lmao makes sense!!

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I have a LOT of ideas!! I just let them stew for a while in my brain until one feels alive enough in my mind! So it starts with "What if" and I only start working on it if it's giving me colors, sounds, and shapes! I need the full color vision!

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So this is a very guilty want of mine because hinata is my third favorite character of Naruto, but I've been looking forever for a naruhina fic set during the pain arc or war arc where Hinata is seriously injured/dies, and Naruto has to process his feelings about it without Hinata having to do any more work. Either that, or I want a re-write of Naruto that handles the romance better and is more queer, please, we want diversity in this HOUSE, not just pair the spares

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So right now my favorite character in Setting Sun is obviously Temari, but my favorite character to write right now is actually Kankurō! I really enjoy writing his dealing with political intrigue and the dichotomy of how he has to act vs how he really feels, and how easy yet tiring it is for him to continously put up the act. I also feel sorry that he's dealing with everything on his own, and he's going on this self sacrificing quest to keep his siblings safe even though they, particularly Gaara, do not understand why he would want to do it, and his (misplaced) guilt about the situation with Gaara, coming to learn about it, and that without meaning to, Kankurō’s been the cause for some of the things that have happened. (Not because of him, but just because he's the first born son)

I just have a lot of feelings about it ok?????????

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I really want to try writing fantasy!! So far I've mainly done Canon and semi or striaght up Modern AU!

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I actually have a playlist I use when writing!!

It has a LOT of songs but hopefully at the end I will have a more refined playlist!

Here are some of my favorite ones from the playlist!

I mean... come on... if this one isn't them I don't know what is!!

Come on... come ON...

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It has actually been probably a decade since I tried to write anything in Spanish besides poetry! The truth is that after nearly 12 years of studying, reading, working and speaking English, my vocabulary in Spanish is very basic, and my grammar has been suffering :( also my original fixation for writing in English is because I purposefully wanted to make my writing inaccessible to my father, who could only say "hi how are you" in English, so it find it hard to write and being vulnerable in Spanish. It all feels like too much you see. In English, I can manage my feelings and expression better

I'm so so happy you're enjoying Setting Sun!!!!!!!!!! I've been working on chapter 8, and I think it's going to be a very big chapter all in all! From now on, it feels like every chapter will be a big one, in terms of plot points, so I'm nervous! If all goes well, Setting Sun will be 15 chapters, and then I'll start working on planning Ultraviolet and Dawn, as well as The Road Back Home!

From this ask game!

#thank you so much for asking!#this was a great way to look at a lot of this stuff!#setting sun au #dayeongi writes #i love getting asks so thank you so much!!💖#shikatema

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ghosttotheparty · 2 years

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first of all, I hope you're doing okay (and if not I hope your situation improves imminently).

secondly, who are some of your current favourite fanartists? I've been looking around for more stranger things fanartists to follow but it could for any fandom!

who's your favourite character dynamic/pairing in stranger things to watch or write about?

what was the first fandom you were ever involved in?

what do the walls of your room look like? from your fics and overall vibe I would assume you've got loads of photos and art etc stuck up but maybe not!

what time zone are you in?

what is a fanfic trope you think is criminally under-utilised?

do you play dnd? I can't tell if I get a dnd vibe from you

do you have any niche headcanons that you've been sitting on, regardless of fandom?

anyways I hope these questions can be of some help/distraction, feel free to just choose whichever you want to answer ✨️

oh my god thank you sm (i added read more bc uhhh i tend to ramble)

okay my fav fan artists: @irlplasticlamb (genuinely obsessed i keep annoying my best friend by sending her their art on instagram just being like ‘look’ or ‘i want this to be my gender’ and the like); @obligatedart (SO fucking cool and also very gender their art is so smooth idk how else to describe it); @trashpocket (their art style is so!!! cozy!! that one piece of steve holding the stars in his hand haunts my daydreams it’s so lovely); also @leoniejulie even tho she doesn’t draw/post anymore her skam art will always hold a v special place in my heart and sometimes i scroll through just to look; and @/pasitaya on instagram bc her pjo art is just 🤌🏻 and she uses omar rudberg as a percy ref just like me <333

my fav pairing from st to write is steddie 👉👈 but i also ADORE platonic pairings like robin and steve and gareth and eddie (im also loving tommy and gareth in love me softly theyre v fun); i do wanna branch out and write more pairings— i have a ronance idea and i rly wanna write byler bc they <3 but i just haven’t gotten around to it

my first fandom was h*rry p*tter in middle school (my brother convinced me to read the first book and then promptly regretted it bc i made it my personality) but also percy jackson, which i’m still kind of involved in (im not rly up to date w everything but i do wanna catch up w the books bc i haven’t read past blood of olympus)

you’re 100% right ab my walls!! having stuff on my walls is actually a huge comfort thing for me and i started decorating literally before i even finished unpacking when i moved in (i’m still adding stuff to them lmao)

i have a few posters around the room (on my bathroom door, one of almond blossom by van gogh above my bed, and some in the corner by the radiator and window) and my bulletin board above my desk is covered w photos and art and my calendar; under that i have some post-its w poems and lyrics and quotes and stuff: next to my desk i have heartstopper leaves swirling in the corner i’m quite proud of them

the wall by my bed is covered in postcards bc i collect them (every time my friends or parents go anywhere i literally beg for postcards, pref of art and stuff but also just pictures or words they make me so happy idk why) but it also has some of my art and some pastel bunting flags across the ceiling, and i have some like silly flyers (‘sick of being asked what you’re going to do with your life? (same)’ and ‘crying over a boy? (ugh)’) that i got from an exhibition at my school on a cabinet and next to my bathroom door

i realised i didn’t know what time zone im in so i looked it up and apparently rly it’s ‘greenwich mean time’ which i’ve never heard of before but

i think in regards for fanfic tropes i just have an affinity for Heavy Angst or Horniness with the softest possible endings and I've realised i tend to just not be able to find the kind of stuff that i write in other fics??? i think i also just don't read as much fanfic as some others do so maybe that's my problem; i don't think comfort tropes are underutilized (esp in this fandom bc every needs comfort bless their hearts) but i adore any kind of comfort esp during/after heavy emotional episodes like panic attacks, grief, injuries, etc i just find the comfort so <333 (especially if it includes the comforter calling the comfortee a pet name, ESPECIALLY if its the first time they call them that it gives me butterflies)

i do not play dnd but i do have a t-shirt that says ‘yeah i’m into d&d — dehydration and dissociation’ bc i found it amusing and terribly Me (its this one)

ok i actually have a v long list of headcanons for st in my notes app that i just haven’t posted but now i’m thinking ab it

#thank you thank you thank you for the ask ily #asks

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dhampir72 · 2 years

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📓 Hi there! (Not sure if this is what you are expecting but I’ll ask anyway. Feel free to ignore me if it’s not ;P) First I just wanna say that I’ve read all of your 00q fics (some of them religiously lol) and absolutely loved every single one! You are amazing!!! My question is about some of your unfinished works, like A King and His Knight (love the character design btw). I know it’s a long shot that you’ll ever finish writing that, but I kinda wanna know where you were going with the plot cuz it really ended with a cliff hanger.

Thank you for such lovely compliments! I'm so happy that you have enjoyed my works, even the incomplete ones!

This kind of ask is actually really great, because a lot of things I daydream about are continuations of stories I haven't finished!

I actually do want to finish A King and His Knight someday. I think, at the time, I soundboarded a few ideas with someone who didn't really like any of them, and so I never felt inspired to continue. I also worried that my plot might be too ablest, so I never continued with it! I do have a few bits written here and there, but nothing super concrete :(

Originally the story was going to be something like follows (under the cut for length)

Bond falls off the cliff, but doesn't die (obviously!) and instead wakes up in a mysterious wood, tended to by an even more mysterious woman. I had two versions: one where it was Eve and another where it was Vesper. In both, Eve/Vesper is a very powerful sorceress/mage/spirit(??) with ties to the forest. In both versions, Bond is hurt badly and is unable to continue his journey back to his kingdom to see Q. He's anguished by this, knowing that Q will likely die before he sees him again.

There were two versions of the story after this, but I like this one: after weeks of rest, Bond is ready to return to his kingdom (to bury and mourn Q or to sit by his side as he dies), but just as he is about to set off on his journey, Q appears in the woods. He is vibrant and healthy, riding a horse and wielding a sword with strength he never had before. And he is no longer blind, Their reunion is emotional, of course, and Bond thinks that it's a miracle. Eve/Vesper can see that it is not, and reveals the truth to Bond, who then extracts the truth from Q: that on his deathbed, he had made a deal with a sorcerer (Silva). He would be granted one year of vitality in exchange for his life/soul/etc.

Bond and Q then set out on a quest to find a way to break Silva’s spell. They have less than one year to discover the way to do this. On their journey (where they meet others--in one version this is Trevelyan and Eve [making Vesper the witch in the woods] and a third original character who is actually a magical creature of some kind) Q gets to experience life in a way he never has outside of books. Sunsets and snowfalls and spring flowers blooming. He can ride a horse without tiring and mend torn clothes with precision and take care of a fire without worrying he'll be burned. And, he can see Bond clearly without straining, can make love to him without weakening. Q admits that he knows it's a curse, but that there's a blessing in it too. Bond says that he'd rather have had years and years with Q as he was than such a short time with him like he is now. It's important to me that this was emphasized: Bond loved Q from the beginning, he never considered him less, and never thought of him as a burden.

In the end (by HEROIC MEANS!!!) they find a way to break the spell, but there's a catch: Q would return to his original state. That means he would lose his sight and become sickly again. He might even die. But he might not. He might have time, and be fine…

And Q is fine at first! And he and Bond are still in love, stronger now that they've faced their trials together. Q learns Bond's estate by walking the grounds, touching the walls, and using an assistive cane until he can walk confidently by Bond's side. He doesn’t have to hide his affliction here like he did at the castle. He also does not have to hide his affection for Bond. It's obvious to all that live in Bond's household what they mean to one another, and everyone supports them. They have another happy year together. But when winter comes, Q grows sick again, and will likely die.

Bond despairs.

On the night of the winter solstice, a witch appears on their doorstep with a proposition. She can restore Q back from the brink of death and grant him full health, all in exchange for Bond's life/soul. The witch is generous, having heard of Silva’s proposition. She offers 3 years before Bond has to fulfill his end of the bargain. Bond is tempted--anything to save Q--even after everything they'd gone through. In the end, he realises what it would mean: giving Q his health but then leaving him to live the rest of his life alone and in mourning. Q doesn't want that, just as much as Bond doesn't want to see him die. They eventually decide: if they let things take their natural course, even if it might be unbearable, even if one of them might be lonely, when they die, their souls would be their own and could be together in the afterlife.

So Bond refuses the witch, who then reveals herself to be Eve/Vesper (LE GASP??? not really I guess but I was leaning heavy on the fairy tale tropes here). It had been a test. She is glad to see that they would not be tempted by dark magic again, and that their love is the truest of true loves and deeper than ever. She then bestows upon them a potion/remedy that cures Q's illness. It does nothing for his sight, but makes his lungs and body stronger. He will have to take this potion yearly to not succumb to his body's natural frailty. In exchange, Bond will protect the forests on his land from destruction/desecration, and provide offerings to her at specific points in the year.

The ending scene is the two of them, older now, walking hand and hand through the forest to place gifts on her altar. And they are happy :)

Again, because of the sort of feedback I got originally, I don’t know if it’s worth pursuing the above plot or trying something different. Always happy to hear feedback about what works and what doesn’t. Who knows, maybe it will inspire me one day!

Thanks again for the lovely words and the ask! This really got me reminiscing about this fic!

#00Q #ask game #I think the ending is a little weak #the original version was much darker and involved like going into the land of the dead and stuff #it was like basically silva came for q's soul at the end of the year #but bond went in his stead #and q was the one who had to rescue him #but yeah this one just kind of fizzled out for me i'm sorry i never finished!

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the-kipsabian · 2 years

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for the fanfic asks: 1, 8, 13, 20, 23, 25, 29, 43, 46, 72, 79 💚

1. Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike? most fics come to me in forms of dreaming while im trying to sleep, so yes. the one good thing about insomnia currently is that i get to rotate so many blorbos and scenarios in my head that i have a lot of content to write lol

8. Post an out-of-context spoiler from a wip. i have like. one current wip in docs that i might work on again at some point so here. technically its not a spoiler since its the whole premise of the fic buuuut

13. Do you listen to music while you write? If yes, what have you been listening to recently? pretty much always? i focus better when i have matching vibes, unless im having a sensory moment but usually then i cant really write either honestly. "puppet master" is my current playlist on loop, its just my two kip playlists combined into one to fit the mood of immortal fears lol

20. Do you prefer writing AUs or canon fics? pretty much all my stuff in canon divergent on some level honestly, so i guess aus? not in a very obvious sense of aus but yeah. tho i do love me some extra sad aus too, post apocalyptic aus my beloved.....

23. Is writing the beginning, middle, or end of the story easiest? Hardest? middle part is the easiest, ending is the hardest cause i either never know when to end a story or how to end a story like. i want to have that final impact and sometimes its so hard to pinpoint where that should be. middle is just a good flow usually if i get that far and thats where all the good ideas usually happen so its my favorite <3

25. What’s your favorite part of the writing process (worldbuilding, brainstorming/outlining, writing, editing, etc)? probably the writing itself. like i can have a shit ton of good, even great ideas while brainstorming or outlining things, but usually the biggest things happen while im actually putting the words down. i really enjoy it when the story just flows and how it comes together. also i have discovered i absolutely loathe the editing part LOL

29. What’s something about your writing that you’re proud of? personally i think i can bring emotions to life really well. be it happy or sad (mostly sad tho i love my sad depressed uncomfortable bitches), i feel like i have the words for them that fit

43. Is there a trope or idea that you’d really like to write but haven’t yet? hmmmmm i dont really know? i mean i have plenty of ideas sitting in my drafts and in my brain and stuff, but i dont really think i have a lot that i absolutely NEED to write. maybe that one bunnelope fic i wanted to do about a love potion gone wrong cause girls need to be gay or something

46. If you could only write one type of AU for the rest of your life, what would it be? once again - post apocalyptic au my beloved. anything that takes place "after the world ends" in one way or another is my shit. gimme all the post apocalyptic hell i crave for

72. What’s your favorite writing compliment you’ve gotten? basically every time someone says i nailed a character im writing for the first time. cause i take a lot of pride and put in the effort to try to give them each their own voice and i study my materials and yeah. ..hence also why im so hesitant so often to write about new people cause i am a perfectionist when it comes to characterization especially ajksdnkjasd

79. Do you have any writing advice you want to share? this we discovered last week to be a really functional advice so: if you dont know how to start writing a scene, put someone in a room. make them enter a space, and start from there - why are they there, who else is there, what is their purpose in that space, what is that space?

also first drafts dont need to be perfect, everything can be edited in post, even after you post the thing if youre planning on doing so. hell some published novels have typos in them, let alone nonsensical writing and storylines. you dont need to be perfect, as long as you are writing

and obviously you are your own audience first and foremost. write for yourself yo fuck the rest (unless the rest are into it too then thats great but you should still write for yourself first and consider everything else second lol)

fanfic writing asks ~

#thank you for asking! <3 #midnightpretenders0 #i think thats everything im hungy i cant think lol #thank you bugs ily <33

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movedtodykedvonte · 2 years

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Fic writing asks: 1, 13, 33, 72, 74

1. Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike

The moment I start to daydream, I just start writing y'know? Like I try to turn them into a story or parts of a next chap/fic cause that's likely what I'm daydreaming about. So I guess it's the latter but it had to be a real good daydream.

13. Do you listen to music while you write? If yes, what have you been listening to recently?

It's a bit of a yes and no. Music helps me get motivated but can serve as a distraction if I get too into it. Usually, I listen to certain music to get into a writing mood and then put on background noise or silence to stay focused. I tend to read my fics out loud as I write em.

Right now I'm stuck listening to The Great Gig in the Sky By Pink Floyd (good for angst) and Pork Soda by Glass Animals (generally just the vibe of what I've been writing/thinking about)

33. Is there a specific word count that you hold yourself to/enjoy writing the most?

Ok so I used to do this strictly, that I couldn't stop writing until I hit a word count, sorta to force myself to be as descriptive as possible, but then I started overdoing it and putting too much into one sitting. Now I try to cap off a chapter anywhere between 2500-4500 words. It of course depends on what I'm writing but it's a safe number that doesn't have me fitting like half the story in one chapter of a multi-chapter fic :p

72. What’s your favorite writing compliment you’ve gotten?

Ok, it was on my glittergolf fic Good Night Moon, and it was about how the commenter was happy I actually made Monty act like a gator/reptile. Not really aggressive and is sort of slow-moving unless provoked. I live for when people notice the real-life accuracy I put in my fics cause I do it a lot. I try not to make up rules for things that already exist and even try to incorporate them into the fic. I think it's fun to base some aspect of fictional characters in reality and I like when peeps notice it too.

74. Do you have a fic you wish got a bit more love?

Kinda, it's more so its a fandom I wished I stayed in and was more active in but the fic is def "Tolerance". Not many people remember me from when I wrote dsaf fics, but I had an au and dynamics and I was really proud of this fic for some reason? I think I wrote the story pretty accurately to the game's dialogue and serious moments, so ig that could be it.

No shade to DSaF's depiction of villains but I like when they have just an ounce of something to empathize with or depict how far they fell into their cruel nature. Henry was interesting but I always felt more could've been done if we felt more than just hate for the guy. It was gonna be the first as I slowly like wrote out my au but other than other stand-alone fics, it never happened. I upload the old ones occasionally but haven't really written anything new.

#ask #fic asks #dsaf #to be fair i didn't link tolerence but still #i tend to not link reuploads or I forgrt #the golden ghost

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sunrisetune · 2 years

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SUP GOOSE SUP I HAVE SOME QUESTIONS FOR YOU (ao3 wrapped) :3 :3 :3

(3) What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

(18) The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

(30) Biggest surprise while writing this year?

(Referencing this ask meme)

HELLO HEYYY thank you!

This is something of a reduced exercise bc I've posted five (5) short fics this entire year,, (at time of drafting this),, but nonetheless! x)

3 -- I like how "The Zee And The Lonely Sky' turned out. At first it was a collection of journal entries (guess what else was happening this year that helped inspire that p: ), but then I felt like it'd drag a bit and that,, like,, fleshing out my in-universe idea of how my two characters knew each other would be worthwhile. And it was fun \o/ Fallen London game... good.

18 - This is a much longer answer bc I'm going to take the liberty of rambling about a character in a fic whomst I haven't actually posted yet: Justice x) For my WriMo this year I finally started a DA fic that I've been vividly daydreaming about for like a month but never actually writing, as you do (/jk). It's a post-DA2 into DAI redemption arc for our favourite SJ spirit W; or recovery arc, maybe. This is the summary I made for it in November:

Through an act of violence Anders and Justice were, finally, separated, though at cost to them both. Afterwards, Justice found their way back into the mortal world almost entirely by accident. But only almost. Possessing the still-living body of an elf woman whose mind is somehow missing, once again unable to leave the flesh and unrecognizable to anyone who'd known them before, the spirit makes a pilgrimage of sorts to Skyhold. Apparently there had been an attempt at peace that had gone horribly wrong, and the rising powers tipping the balance in the Mage-Templar War had congregated at the top of the mountain. Justice would join them. When Justice gets to the castle, she finds Hawke, because of course she does.

The idea of a personification of justice as an elf woman in the uhhhh wretched hive that is the rest of DA lore was interesting to me; and also specifically a retroactive / parasocial spite response to trivia I read, that before DA2 was made the writers were considering having Justice merge with Velanna but David Gaider thought that would've made her ""more annoying than she already was"". Fuck off, David I feel like there's a decent amount of fic where Friendship Route Anders and Justice are separated and Anders is for the most part written as being better off, while Justice is able to go back to the Fade, and then just??? Fucks off, I guess?? And is never really mentioned again, which I was not entirely persuaded by. So I decided to try and write something that follows Justice through being separated from Anders and surviving it and then having to, you know,, Deal With All That, especially while the war is going on, bc, like,, I’ve always read Justice’s and Anders’ actions in DA2 as both of them being scared. Justice is more afraid of becoming a demon than anything else, even non-existence,, and it happened; it very nearly cost him and Anders their life even before Anders literally asked Hawke to murder them after committing the worst act they’d ever do.

And while I am uhhh not entirely disposed towards a lot of what happened in Inquisition, I really liked Cole’s storyline of reverting from being a demon, and then having a choice on what he wanted to become; I thought that it’d be interesting to follow Justice down a similar arc.

30 - Does "shipping characters I didn't necessarily think about at first" count as s surprise bc if so, Awakening-Anders/Justice, which is at least partially your fault SYRUP :p I specify Awakening bc, not to get kind of maudlin in the middle of a cheerful ask answer about shipping, but unfortunately, Dragon Age (that's it that's the joke)

#Please excuse any weird sentence chunks; my brain is made of beans #Also: 'Retroactive Parasocial Spite Response' is the first album of my imaginary video game-core band #syrupwit #Thank you for the question! <3 #asks and answs #Goose's writing tag by Goose #long post

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jojikawa · 2 years

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Hi i’d like to request a chamber fic if you’re not too busy! I was thinking something along the lines of the character being really good friends with one of the agents, preferably a flirty one like yoru or phoenix and chamber gets jealous and corners the character to tell her that he likes her and all the flirting is driving him insane? If you want you can even make it so that the flirty agent was being overly flirty just to get under chamber’s nerves because they knew that chamber liked her.

Hello! I would love to write something like this. My favorites to write about is probably Chamber and Yoru. They’re def my type of guy XD Thank you for requesting me!

Vincent was happy. He could feel the pleasant excitement welling up in his stomach as he daydreamed about his favorite person. It was pretty obvious who he had a crush on but the other agents purposefully kept you out of the loop. The reason why was clear as well. Vincent wasn’t known to be the best guy.

His crush was a fan favorite amongst the Protocol due to their looks, personality, and skill. They were originally a weapon from the American military that was lent to team Valorant to extinguish the mirror earth problem. Everyone expected some war machine, modified killer animal hybrid, or some gun-slinging guy with a whole lot of luck but instead…they received a cute, charismatic woman named (y/n) nicknamed (a/n) by Brimstone for a code name.

Vincent originally believed you to be a new receptionist or something. He was a rich, skilled, and entitled man so he was bound to harbor a bit of misogyny. It made seeing you in action much more of a treat. You could kill enemies without breaking a sweat, run at top speeds, and break wind barriers. You were superhuman! All while wearing what you want. There was no need for armor at all. It made him so interested in you.

The rich man just didn’t exactly know how to approach you. You were always so caught up with everyone else because of your popularity. You seemed so sweet and kind, no one wanted him to “corrupt” you. Jett and Neon would always joke about how you needed to be protected from him at all costs because he “clearly just wanted to use you.”

Alas, Vincent’s eye wasn’t the only one you had caught. It was becoming clear that more people were trying to pursue you. Men and women alike. Of course, no girls spoke of their crushes on you but the guys could never keep their mouths shut. So far, he was only ever able to figure out three people. Sova, Phoenix and Yoru.

Sova was more reserved. He knew that he would push his feelings aside and never confess to you. Not worried about him at all. Phoenix? He flirted a lot but he was too goofy for you. You needed a rich, handsome, French marksman to take care of you. Yes, definitely! Yet there was one person with who he couldn’t stop being jealous of.

Yoru.

Vincent just couldn’t understand why at first until he really paid attention to your interests with him. You didn’t roll your eyes or wave him off as you did with Phoenix. You actually gave Yoru your time. It was innocent in your eyes but the Japanese man pestering you thought a lot more of it.

Yoru would puff up his chest, making sure his hair was right before asking you:

“Hey, (y/n), wanna come to the range with me? I want to show you the new ability I just learned.”

Sickening.

But you would say:

“Sure, Yoru, what is it this time?”

How could you? You must’ve had no idea, right? He hated this type of situation. He was seen as shady so if he said anything to you or about you, everyone else would be jumping down his throat. Well, everyone except for Reyna, that is.

The demonic-looking woman seemed to humor Vincent since she had her eye on you as well. As he watched you and Yoru socialize, Reyna approached him. The man hadn’t even noticed she was standing next to him with a grin on her face as he gazed at you.

“You are staring at her, mijo.” She purred, finally getting his attention. This made him laugh, not being started by her presence. “A gentleman does not stare; he admires.” He replied, shifting himself to make the staring less noticeable.

“Admiring with fire in your eyes? I didn’t know someone as bland as you can be so aggressive~” She laughed at his naïveity. “It is too bad that (y/n) is a free spirit. The girl needs more than a boring square.”

Vincent sighed before turning to the woman. “I hope this isn’t your way of siding with the others. Or perhaps, you are jealous?” He smirked back at her but was still unable to get a reaction out of her. “I have no one to be jealous of,” Reyna reassured. “Soon, the apple of our eye will realize that none of you are worth her time. See, look at Yoru.” She then gestured her head to tell Vincent to look. “All men do is talk about themselves. Especially the uninteresting ones…All so boring.”

Without a word, Reyna disappeared before Vincent noticed. She was a little mysterious sometimes but this seemed to be her way of giving a little advice.

You entertained Yoru for a bit as he talked about his new cloning ability. You thought it was pretty cool at first but the conversation was a little long-winded. He hasn’t even shown it to you yet. He only gave scenarios of how it would be useless.

“–So, uh,” You interrupted him mid-sentence. “You’re only able to make your clone walk in one direction so far? Wouldn’t they already know it’s a fake?” You tilted your head in a cute way. He lit up as if he were waiting for you to say something like that.

“Ah! Actually, I have a solution. I walk out with my clone and then they won’t be able to tell.” His face was so red and he wasn’t able to understand how unintelligent he sounded sometimes.

“…but what if they shoot you instead of the clone? What if they shot both?” You placed your thumb and index finger on your chin as you began to think.

Yoru opened his mouth to speak but Chamber came behind you. He placed a hand on your shoulder to grab your attention. The only way he could stand out is if he made some moves, regardless of what others thought about him.

“You don’t mind if I have a word with our teammate, do you?” Chamber asked, towering behind you just as Yoru did in front of you. The rift walking man knitted his eyes together at the French marksman. He knew Chamber had his eyes on you and so did others. No way would he let him have you, but he needed to be respectful to you.

You could tell Yoru was acting a bit jealous just by his expressions. He wasn’t very good at hiding it. Luckily, as a woman, most of this stuff stood out very easily to you.

You smiled at Yoru, causing his eyes to dart from Chamber to you. “We can do some aim training later tonight.” You waved him off but in a sweet way. He huffed, turning around before saying “then don’t forget it.”

Once Yoru was far away enough, you turned to Chamber. He had a smug look on his face. The same one he always wore when he spoke—only to you.

“Good Afternoon, Chamber. What makes you want to see me today?”

This was the perfect time because the two of you were alone now inside of the Gathering Hub. There was no one to interrupt you either. “I want nothing more than to have a small chat with you. It won’t take up any of your time.” The French man verbalized, sending chills down your spine.

“Oh? Okay.”

“You look absolutely stunning, and I don’t mean that in the standard way either. Perhaps, we could get to know each other a little more…personally.” Chamber whispered softly and seductively. This made your eyes widen just a bit.

Ha. He got you! You were all flushed and adorable now.

“You sound just like the others!” You giggled, covering your mouth with your hand just a little.

Um…what?

“I sound like the others? Who do I sound like exactly?” If Chamber wasn’t in your presence he would definitely be choking right now! He observed how your innocent face changed. It went from bright and bubbly to subtle and trivial as you tried to think for a moment.

“Yoru and Phoenix! They say nice things like that all the time. I’m glad I have such a strong friendship with you all. I think you look magnificent! I like your clothing and your glasses.” You giggled even more, unable to contain how happy you were that you were getting to socialize so much!

You didn’t have much time here because once mirror earth was no longer a threat, you would belong to the U.S Military once again. “I didn’t know they thought so highly of you…and were so open about it as well.” The French marksman muttered the last part.

“I’m not used to such attention. Is something wrong, Chamber?” You asked innocently, tilting your head at the man who was visibly reacting to all your words. “No, not at all.” He replied.

“Though, I wonder, what exactly do you plan to do with Yoru later…?” He was genuinely curious if you would ever become more than a friend with the rift walker or anyone else.

You shrugged. “I'm not sure. I assume he just wants me to stroke his ego for his good aim.” Although, your joke didn’t seem to make him laugh. “He probably wants you to stroke something else as well…” Chamber muttered to himself but your genetically enhanced hearing caused you to hear him anyway.

“Huh?!” You perked up, blushing like an idiot. “Oh, come on, Chamber! It’s not like that…” You instinctively grabbed a piece of your hair and twirled it, avoiding eye contact. The marksman smirked. He loved making you flushed. It was so adorable. “Then surely, he wouldn’t mind if I joined you on your adventure?”

“Oh! Sure! I don’t mind you coming.”

“It’s a date then.” Chamber winked at you, making you blush a bit more. He only hoped Yoru didn’t make you blush this much.

Later that day, you went to the range as scheduled to meet Yoru.

Chamber tagged along. When you arrived, Yoru laid eyes on you. He lit up like a Christmas tree. Perhaps, he didn’t expect you to come. Unfortunately, the twinkle in his eye died and his smile faded. There was a particular shadow that towered over you as it followed.

“Hi, Yoru!” You waved to him as you approached him. Yoru didn’t reply. He seemed to be too busy looking through you and at the man behind you. “Bonsoir~”

You saw that Yoru had a ghost in his hand. “Oh! Are we having another shooting competition?” You smiled warmly. “I hope you can finally beat me!” This grabbed Yoru’s attention. He smiled slyly, readying his weapon. “Oh I know I can. And no cheating this time.”

You turned to Chamber. “You want to join? I’m currently undefeated.” You told him. Surely, he couldn’t beat you but he would just like to watch.

“I will have to pass, ma Cherie. Just pretend I am not even here.”

“Okay!”

The shooting target content with Yoru was fun despite you winning again. Chamber expected him to act bratty as usual. It was how he usually behaved whenever he couldn’t come out on top but…that didn’t happen.

Yoru praised you for your skills. Something that was extremely foreign to Chamber but normal to you. Was he always like this to you? He had no idea.

Yoru made a witty remark, taking out his butterfly comb to style his hair. You seemed interested in this. “I’ve always wondered, Yoru, how do you make it come out?”

“Oh, this? It’s pretty easy!” Chamber watched Yoru close the comb and do a cool motion that made the comb show itself again. “Can I try?” You asked, standing at an angle that prevented the marksman from seeing what exactly was happening. He tilted his head outward, looking a bit awkward but he didn’t care.

The man observed your attempts to use the comb. You failed so charmingly, causing any man in the vicinity to give in to their masculine urge to help you.

Yoru chuckled. “Here. Let me show you.” He grabbed your wrist gently with one hand and your fingers in the other. He showed you what your hand and fingers should do. “I can show you some tricks too.”

Yoru peaked above your head, looking straight at Chamber who was previously confused and trying to see. He could see the grin forming on the man’s face as the two of you exchanged friendly contact. He was doing this on purpose. What a rat!

“Hey, (y/n), you know I have a motorcycle too, right?”

“Hm? Really? That’s so cool. You have to show me!”

“Maybe this weekend, I can take you for a ride.”

“Aw, sure, Yoru. That would be so fun.”

No! He was NOT taking you for a ride!

You fiddled with the butterfly comb a little more before just giving up. It was a little embarrassing. “Gah, I still can’t get it-“ You had begun to say before you felt a hand on your back. “No worries, Cherie.” Chamber smoothly took the comb from you and opened it accordingly. When he finished, he handed it back to Yoru who snatched it aggressively.

“You guys make it look so easy!” You placed your hands on both of your cheeks. “We can work it out step by step later.” Chamber offered. “Also, (y/n), I must speak to you.” He eyed Yoru. “…privately.”

“Sure!”

Chamber led you to a part of the training grounds that was far, far from Yoru. This was such a different approach for him to take but your innocence made it too hard. He couldn’t bear the possibility of you and Yoru of all people.

The blatant flirting from him was shameless and too much. He really did treat you differently than the others.

“Chamber? What’s wrong? Did you feel left out?” You frowned. You knew it had to be something. The last thing you wanted was for him to not have fun.

“No, no, mademoiselle. Nothing, in particular, is wrong, it is just…” Chamber trailed off, losing his usual attitude and his ability to form sentences.

Say it.

Say it!

“Do you have something going on with Yoru?”

You blinked. Was he actually serious?

“N-No. He and I are just friends.” You answered but this only made Chamber smile and laugh. “Are you sure? He seems to think otherwise. He and the other agents are always flirting with you. You don’t really protest that either.”

“They’re just being nice, Chamber!”

“Being courteous and flirting is very different, Cherie. Your innocence shields you from the consequences and I have to admit that it drives me a little crazy.”

You knitted your eyebrows together. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You placed your hands on your hips. Chamber sighed. “I have to deal with hearing everyone else talk to you and about you in a particular way. It’s more than just being nice.”

“How do you know it’s more than being nice?”

Chamber took a step towards you. Your face heated up when his hand rested on your cheek. “Ch-Chamber?” You called for an answer but he seemed to ignore you.

“I know that it is more than being nice because I would like to admit that I am the best at making it look this good.” He told you. “I want you to be mine.”

Maybe you were oblivious all this time. It was like a pleasant surprise that came out of nowhere! It almost felt like you were in a real-life harem and one of the people you have a huge crush on had admitted their feelings for you.

Chamber leaned downward, his hand becoming more secure around your jawline and chin. Suddenly, a bunch of old memories invaded your mind. The French man made it known to give you light kisses on your hand when he would greet you. Something he hadn’t done to any other agent. You never received that from anyone else and enjoyed them a lot. They made you feel warm, causing you to get butterflies in your tummy and shy away from him.

You liked him too.

In a second, his lips finally connected to yours, lightly pressing against them. You closed your eyes as you were pulled to the tips of your toes to make up for your height. Chamber’s face was red. This was extremely bold, even for him but he had to own it.

Yoru, eavesdropping, cursed to himself. “Damnit. I knew they were dating.”

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buckyownsmylife · 3 years

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You and I - Henry Cavill smut

The one where Henry comes over to fix your computer

Warnings: reader is a henry fan, pandemic theme, lockdown and quarentine-ing, little bit of second-hand embarrassment?, heatwave, henry is feeling deprived in this one, oral sex (f), masturbation (f), dirty talk, brief hairpulling, the name of God in vain, Henry’s monster dick, laughing and teasing while fucking, hand over throat but no actual choking, orgasm control, p in v, unprotected sex

Word count: over 3k, ‘cause I got no chill

A/N: this was inspired by a tik tok someone requested me to write a fic about it. Obviously I took it in a different direction because can I ever follow guidelines? No. I do love this fic, though. Thank you to @lokiscollar for giving this a read for me!

Y/N’s P.O.V

Driving to a secluded location to spend lockdown in felt like a wonderful idea. There was a working wi-fi connection, so I could work remotely from the seashore cabin without any problem whatsoever, and the view was obviously to die for.

I did not expect someone else to have the same idea as me. The cabin next door had been occupied on the same day that I arrived, and much to my surprise, I recognized my new neighbor as someone I never expected I’d come to meet in my entire life: an actor. An actor I actually had a crush on.

Thankfully, the situation didn’t exactly call for mingling. I ran off to hide inside my cottage as soon as I realized who he was, occupying myself with fixing everything for the next day instead of daydreaming about the man next-door.

There would be time for that later, once I got in bed. But weirdly enough, that was the only time I really thought about him during those first weeks of quarantine. Every once in a while I’d get the random wave of curiosity about what he was doing - what did Henry Cavill get up to while spending lockdown by himself? But that was pretty much it.

I woke up every day, had breakfast, worked and then went to bed. Sometimes I’d sit by the balcony and watch the birds fly, taking in the scenery and breathing in the salty water. Even as a kid, I’d always loved the sea. It was comforting, so it made sense for me to turn to it in such a stressful time.

Sometimes I’d hear a bark or two, reminding me of the man who was staying in the other cabin, and it made me smile. I always did like his dog, whenever I saw pictures of him.

I hoped they were alright and that the absence of any human contact wasn’t getting to them, even though it was getting to me. I could feel my own social abilities - which weren’t exactly stellar before - slowly becoming decrepit, and I was scared to think of what my first human interaction would be like once lockdown was over.

I just hadn’t anticipated it would be come so soon.

The morning began as it usually would. I took my shower, I had my breakfast, and I sat in front of the computer with my coffee in hands, ready to start working for the day.

Only the computer wasn’t ready for it, too.

“What?” I talked to myself - something that had become more usual the longer lockdown went on. “Oh, no, no, no…” The situation was looking drearier the longer I stared at my lifeless screen.

Looking up at the clock, I considered my options. Even supposing I could get someone to come to this middle of nowhere to fix it, there was no way I’d be able to get it done before work started.

Sighing, I pushed away from my designated desk to call my boss. Thankfully, he understood and I was left to repair the damn thing and come up with a solution for the next day.

My heart ached at the prospect of having to abandon my refuge because of an electronic malfunction. And that is, if there even was anyone willing to fix the damn thing, considering the pandemic and the rules of social distancing. That’s when suddenly, an idea popped up.

I remembered all the fuss a few months back over a video of Henry assembling a computer all by himself. There was no way someone with that much hardware prowess couldn’t at least know enough to fix this simple laptop.

With that thought in mind, I gathered all of my courage to leave my little shack and make my way to the neighboring cabin. I took a deep breath before knocking on the door, and after a few seconds of silence - he was probably surprised and certainly not expecting anyone - a voice sounded from within.

“Who is it?” Now, I had thought this through. If this man came as far as I had come to this damn forgotten town, it was because 1) he wanted peace and quiet and 2) he was as terrified of the virus as I was. So I knew what I needed to say - what I would like to hear if the roles were reversed.

“It’s your neighbor. My name’s Y/N. I’m so sorry to disturb, but my computer broke and I need it to work and you’re the only person I’m 100% sure has been socially distancing for long enough not to put my life in risk.” After all, I would have seen if someone had come to visit him. I didn’t need to say this because both of us knew it. “Would you pretty pretty please come and check it out?”

Silence followed my question and I sighed, rubbing my sweaty forehead as I knew this was a long-shot. “I understand if you’re unable or uncomfortable doing so, I just figured I’d ask. Thanks anyway!”

I had already turned my back to his front door when I heard it swinging open, the pitter patter of paws following close behind. My eyes took in the man in front of me for only a second before looking down at the dog at his feet, head tilted in interest as he analyzed me.

Immediately, my eyes lit up. “Kal!” I exclaimed, kneeling down to let the animal sniff me so I could pet it. My heart stopped working for a second when I realized what I’d done, though.

“Sorry!” I looked up at him from my kneeling position, trying to ignore how awkward it was, considering what I was close to. “I-I do know who you are, I’m not gonna lie about that.”

I straightened up as he kept looking at me in a way I couldn’t quite define. Neither could I determine how it made me feel, just that it made me avert my gaze so I’d stare at my feet.

“So… Are you gonna help me?” He chuckled at my question, closing the door behind him and taking a step in my direction, making me fumble as I instinctively stepped back.

“Sure.” It was the first thing he spoke to me, but we walked back to my own place in silence. He had his hands in his pockets as Kal followed us closely, his tongue hanging outside his mouth as he happily explored the outside for this little while. “Come on in.”

The way the cottage was set up left little space for him to wonder where he should be helping me. The desk in which I had prepared my set-up stood right by the wall to our left, and there he went without me having to point it out.

I watched a drop of sweat roll down the nape of his neck and fall under his tank top, distracting me as I licked my lips at the sight of it. Then his head turned to look at me and I realized that he was waiting for an answer to a question I hadn’t heard.

“Yeah, huh?” He chuckled again, making my face feel warm - an not (only) because of the overwhelming heat.

“Is it okay if I disconnect the wi-fi?” I wave my hand dismissively, shrugging.

“As long as you’re able to fix this, you can do whatever the hell you want.” I got the impression that I amused him, but he didn’t say anything else as he got to work on my (seemingly) dead computer.

Minutes went by of complete silence, safe from the sounds of typing and metal as Henry worked on the machine and I tried not to bite my nails. Finally, he pulled away from the screen and put his hands on his hips as if assuming some sort of decided stance - but if it was a good or bad thing, I couldn’t tell.

“Tell me, doctor.” I asked, pushing myself away from the sofa to approach him. The smell of a man’s sweat really had no right to be this arousing. “Is it life or death?” Henry turned to stare at me with a quirked eyebrow, and in the seconds it took for him to answer, I was once again distracted by just how hot he was.

“Sorry, what?” I asked when he became silent and I realized he’d asked me something I hadn’t heard once more. His smile said he was annoyed and entertained at the same time. “Sorry, you’re hot, it’s hot, and I can’t think straight,” I sighed, brushing the hair away from my eyes as I pressed my palms against them, trying to pull myself together.

“I swear to God, I’m not crazy.” I tried to look him directly as I said that, but was surprised at what I saw when our gazes met. There was a peculiar sense of yearning that he exuded, something I couldn’t quite place but that took my breath away all the same, especially when he took my silence as an invitation to invade my personal space.

“If you want me so badly, all you have to do is ask.” Silence fell heavily and I was out of breath just from his words - not a good sign. My throat felt dry, too dry, so I swiped my tongue over my bottom lip as I struggled to say something.

“W-why, though?” He tilted his head to the side, eyes inscrutable while he judged my question, trying to understand where it came from just like I was trying to understand his interest in me, when he suddenly smiled.

“I figured it’s a nice way for you to pay me back.” It took me a second to understand what he was referring to, and then my eyes darted from the computer to him, my mouth falling open in offense until he started chuckling. “I’m joking!” But even so, the question remained…

“Sweetheart…” He spoke, voice low and velvety as two strong hands suddenly enveloped my hips. “You’re seriously underestimating how hot you are.” I didn’t know what to say, so I had to make sure I’d hear him right.

“M-me?” A predatory smirk took over his face, slowly. I gulped under its intensity, feeling much like prey as he started to back me against the couch. I fell on top of it with a gasp, and another one escaped me when he used my ankles to pull me closer.

“I wanna eat you out.” It was all I got as an answer, but I can’t say that I minded it. As he dropped to his knees before me, pulling down my underwear before spreading my legs for his eyes to take in, it felt like I got a response from the gesture in itself.

“Do you know how long it’s been since I ate pussy?” The unexpected question made me choke on my own saliva, as he chuckled darkly in amusement at my bashfulness. I could only breathe through my mouth when he leaned down to run his tongue on the edge of my lips, slowly acquainting himself with my taste, making me moan softly.

“I-I definitely and decidedly don’t.” He seemed to like this answer, understand that it delimited exactly the type of fan that I was: the kind that knew what he was and what he liked - his dog, his computer - but not someone who was obsessed with his entire dating history, eager to know his every secret.

The longer Henry ate me out, the clearer it became just how long it’d been since he’d done this. It was obviously something he liked - the way he buried his face against my cunt and engulfed it entirely with his open mouth showed so. And the fact that he licked me and sucked me like he was a starved man? This was a man denied of a pleasure he genuinely enjoyed, that much I was certain of.

“Do you like this?” He asked once he inserted one of his thick fingers inside of me, already stretching me beyond what I could do with my own hand.

“How could I not?” I managed to moan a response, making him chuckle.

“Show me how to find it,” he instructed, eyes sparkling with determination. “I want to find your sweet spot.” I’d never had someone I was with so interested in giving me pleasure before.

Hypnotized, my fingers circled his wrist as best as I could, slowly moving him to run his digits over the top of my channel. He knew when he found it because I cried out for him, closing my eyes momentarily.

“Cum for me,” he ordered, and how could I deny him that, especially when he was looking at me with those darkened eyes? He milked my orgasm until my pussy had stopped clenching around him, but the second that it was done, he growled, getting up to his knees. “Gonna fuck you now.”

He pulled me by my hair, making me moan out loud as he slowly inserted his monster cock inside of me. “Oh, God!” His groan had me panting, cunt clenching around his thickness. I couldn’t understand how I was able to take it, but I was glad that was the case. “So… tight…”

Through his grip on my hair, he pulled me to deposit quick kisses down my jaw. “You take me so well, darling.” It was a compliment I was proud to receive, even though I wasn’t too sure how I managed to earn it in the first place.

“I honestly don’t know how,” I admitted, gasping when he slowly dragged his cock out to slam it in me, but I instinctively pulled my hips away, earning an amused chuckle from him.

“Come back here,” he ordered, already pulling me back to spear me with his painfully hard length. I’d have to be inhuman not to cry out at the feeling of his bulbous head bumping against my cervix. “Are you scared?” He joked as I bit on my bottom lip not to give in and laugh. “You think I’m too big?”

“You’re more than enough, I’ll tell you that.” Now, that had his own laugh escaping his chest, making my body tremble underneath his, inadvertently getting some friction between the both of us. It earned me a moaned out, “Yes…” that got his attention back to where I hoped it would be, and as his eyes settled on me, I briefly wondered if I was prepared for what was to come.

“But now that you got all of me inside of you, do you really want to go?” The whispered question made me shiver. I never expected him to be the type to talk dirty, but then again, I never expected I’d be fucked by him, either.

“No.” It was all the permission he needed.

“Then let me fuck you hard.” And hard he did fuck me. He was hard inside of me, it probably would have been painful for him if he wasn’t so desperately trying to alleviate it by frantically fucking me against the couch.

It was the most deliciously torturous experience I’d ever gone through. I had to bite my lip while I held onto his shoulders for dear life, trying to stop my moans from escaping because I was sure that for once, I’d become a screamer.

Unfortunately, it seemed like Henry didn’t appreciate my efforts to keep his ears from deafening. “What’s wrong?” He questioned, fingers tightening on my hips. “I thought you wanted this.”

Confused, all I could think to say was, “I-I do.”

“Then let me hear you,” he insisted. “You know you can scream all you want. We’re all alone up here on the coast.” Well, he wasn’t wrong. And with that reassurance, I allowed my head to fall back and my mouth to fall open, my moans flowing freely from my body as Henry kept fucking me.

“This is so much better than touching myself in search of a release,” he mumbled at some point, like he was talking to himself. “I was so damn lonely and you have such a tight little pussy.”

Being fucked by him felt like a religious experience. Henry somehow knew the map to my pleasure, easily bringing me to the brink of bliss before I had even managed to wrap my head around this turn of events.

My moans grew louder as I climbed higher and higher, but before I could fully tip over his hand curled around my throat, not constricting any air, just calling my attention.

“Ask for permission, baby.” Just the order had me clenching around him, prompting him to release a moan of his own. All the while, I was groaning in frustration, trying to control myself or say what he wanted me to say, but all that came out of me was, “Goddamn! You can’t say stuff like that.” Henry’s laughter flowed freely once more, making my heart skip a beat. “Why not?”

“Because you’re a fucking movie star and I am not up to fall in love with you.” That had his eyebrows raising in surprise, the smile disappearing from his face before it came back as a teasing smirk.

“Oh, so this is a one-time thing.” The taunting manner in which he said it surprised me in turn, so I hesitated before nodding. I mean, of course it was, right? He didn’t even know me. This was strictly sexual and physical, I would not be fooled by my own hormones. “My cock is not enough for you to want to get to know me some is that it?” … Was he testing me?

“Yes.” His smirk only grew at the word. “This is a one-time thing.”

“We’ll see about that.” His fingers ran down my body to graze over my clit. I sucked in a breath, trying to keep it in, knowing I was going to lose. Eventually, as my thighs began to tremble, I gave in altogether.

“Please, let me cum, please.” His eyes softened at my broken and desperate plea, hand gripping my cheeks as he finally nodded.

“Keep staring at me as you cum,” he commanded, still just as bossy. “Show me how pretty you look when you cream all over my dick.” That was all I needed to succumb to the pleasure he was subjecting me to.

I felt his cock, still hard as it pumped rope after rope of cum inside of me, and by the time I was able to open my eyes again, he was panting over me, sweat dripping from his forehead onto my face.

I didn’t have the time to think about what I should do - push him away, try to pretend this didn’t happen - because the second I began to adjust on the couch, he pulled me to rest against his chest.

“Let’s stay here for a little while,” he quietly asked me. “Then we’ll figure out if there’s enough room for me to take you in your bed.”

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monstersinthecosmos · 2 years

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Ok LETS GET REAL. Which of the usher fics do you like the the most and why? It's been quite a while, would you rewrite/change anything in any of the fics from the series?

tbh I'm like a super insecure writer and I'm never really happy with anything i write 🥳🥳🥳 so like, the one I like the most is always going to be whichever is the most recent. Right now that's Where My Holiness Goes and I'm still feeling fond of it because I had the idea like years ago when I was first writing D/A fic and it was just in my prompt list for the Usher and I never really got around to it. I slow burned myself on finally writing it! What a relief lol.

I never specified in the text but I was picturing the fic taking place in Newport, Rhode Island because I just shot a wedding there in June and it was fresh on my mind haha. Usher!Daniel is from Connecticut so I enjoyed that feeling of being close to home. I grew up on Long Island so there's a texture of that whole area and the coast around the LI Sound that feels really familiar to me so setting the fic there kinda gave me that richness of homesickness and familiarity and it was fun to immerse myself in it. :)

I will also add that Dust of the Saturn was the one I enjoyed writing the most because it's a reverse POV of another fic and the process of going through the original kinda line by line to swap it was really fun!

I would change a lot about them if I rewrote them. (I've been tempted to quietly replace them on AO3 actually but I haven't made time LOL). I just think like, when I was first writing them they were meant to be kinda breezy and quick and I wasn't putting 100% into them and I regret that now. I never intended to put them on AO3 and like one of my friends talked me into it so they're kinda sloppy. I think I would've nailed the timeline down better too because it was a bit looser in my original notes and then I felt like I had to commit to it, vs like I've had years to daydream about this universe by now and I have a lot of thoughts and more nuance I'd put into it if I could do it again. There were also little symbols and patterns I stitched into the early ones on purpose because I intended for it to be a motif and then I kinda grew out of it so I debated going back and editing them out. =P

Anyway, thank you so much for asking! Honestly it means the world to me that anyone enjoys these fics 🥲 especially after all this time!

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danny-pino-group-therapy · 3 years

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Lost In A Daydream

Prompted by @tom-hlover: Benedict Cumberbatch X assistant reader, where Reader fell in love with her boss but knows that it couldn't be, so she resorted to writing which luckily she used a pen. Name as her writings became successful and even surprised her that Ben reads her works until he knew it was her and found out about her feelings, and he was feeling the same way too

Pairing: Benedict Cumberbatch x Reader

Warnings: None that I can think of, all fluffy.

Word count: 1,111

A/N: I'm not taking request, but I was asked very nicely, and I didn't want to let a fan down. I have a horrible time saying no, lol. I hope you like it @tom-hlover. So this is my first fic posted in forever, like in years, so be kind, please. If you like it, comment, like, reblog, please! I love your feedback.

Other notes: (Y/P/N) is Your Pen Name. *Gif Credit goes to @thelostsmiles*

Working as an assistant to Benedict Cumberbatch for the past year had been a fantastic opportunity, one you hadn't quite expected to receive. The job had been presented to you by Benedict's previous assistant when she turned in her resignation letter as she was moving away to be with family in the states.

Over the year assisting your boss, you had developed more than just feelings of friendship towards him. Being so close and constantly around Benedict, you slowly developed romantic thoughts. The feelings that you had were eating away at you slowly, and it was no chance you would spill them to Benedict or that he'd in any way return the same feelings, so you decided to put your college courses in creative writing to use and start by writing fanfictions here and there in your free time. When they began to gain attention, several of your readers suggested you start publishing eBooks and submitting drafts to publish. Never had you thought they'd take off as they did, but you had sold several books online, and one of your first books was due to release today in stores, under a pen name, of course.

"Good morning, (Y/N)." Ben said with a smile as he came into the studio to prepare for another day of filming his newest movie. He would spend a while in the makeup chair, so he always had a book on hand.

"Hello, Benedict. You look very cheerful this morning." You commented at the tall man's bright smile. Ben usually had his face buried in a script, but today you noticed he was carrying a bag from his favourite bookstore.

"Well, one of my favourite authors has just published another book, and it was released today. Just grabbed my copy on the way here." He sat down in the chair and cracked the new hardback book open.

It was then that you noticed the title of the book he had. Your book, to be exact, it was also then that your heart sank to your stomach, and you felt nauseated.

"What if he finds out it's me? What if he figures out it's about him? What if he knows it was me all along and he…."

"(Y/N)? (Y/N)? You with me?" Ben called out, making you snap your head up to look at him.

"With you? Wh-why. What do you mean?" You laughed a bit, trying to brush the whole thing off.

"I asked you if you had read any of (Y/P/N) 's books before, but you seemed very occupied." He laughed, making you gulp and blush a bit, looking down to some notes you had in your hand.

"Oh, ha, no. No." You cursed yourself for being so awkward. "I've heard great things, though, from friends."

"She's my favourite author. I'd love to meet her someday." Ben looked over you, carefully studying your curious behaviour before he got back to reading.

The day passed by with you trying to avoid Benedict unless he needed you beside him for work; otherwise, you stayed at a desk out of the way and tried working only to end up stuck in your thoughts.

Ben had a pretty good idea by the end of the day that you were the author of his favourite books, not only due to the way you had acted when you found out he had bought the book this morning but continued to avoid him all day when able. The actor would be lying if he said he didn't have similar feelings as the male character in the book towards his coworker. He was now determined to find out if the feelings were mutual between himself and (Y/N).

You were reading the same line again and again on a paper that had been given to you for a commercial that Ben was to be in in a few weeks.

Benedict came up behind you and called your name, going unnoticed by you with the first call.

"(Y/N)?" He said again and laid a hand on your shoulder to bring you back from your concentration.

You jumped and turned your head, looking up to the ocean blue eyes of your boss.

"Oh, Christ, you scared me." You placed your hand on your chest, feeling the thumping of your heart under your palm.

"You are jumpy today. Is everything okay? You seem a little off. Like in your own world almost." Benedict stated bashfully, wanting to say how he felt about you.

"Uh yeah, yeah. Just, um. Just a lot on my mind." You nodded and looked off. You just wanted to spill your guts to him and get it off your mind and chest.

"You can tell me anything. I know I'm your boss, but I consider you a friend as well. I need to, no, want to tell you. I only hope I'm not crossing the line or going to cross the line." Ben rubbed the back of his neck and tried to stop himself from continuing to ramble.

"I have feelings for you." Ben said suddenly.

"It was about you." You blurted out at the same time.

"I'm sorry?" You asked, staring dumbfounded at the handsome man you had admired. "Did you say you have feelings for me?"

"Yes. Yes, I do (Y/N). I also think you wrote the books, am I right?" He questioned curiously.

"Y-yeah. It's embarrassing. I'm so sorry if it's inappropriate." You wrung your hands and looked down at them. "I can take another job if it'll impact my position working with you." You continued.

"(Y/N)." Benedict interjected. "(Y/N)". He said again and failed to stop you, so he tipped your chin up and kissed your lips tenderly, only pulling away slightly to see if he crossed the line.

What he found was your eyes closed and your face in peaceful bliss. Smiling, Ben leaned in again and pressed a more passionate kiss, wrapping his arm around you, his large hand flat on the small of your back and one hand holding your face gently.

After breaking from the kiss and opening your eyes, you both had a smile.

"What about a date? Not a fictional one this time, an actual date. Then you can tell me about what else you have yet to publish, and I've yet to discover of yours." The actor chuckled as he looked down at you.

"A date I'm great with that idea, but you'll never see what I've posted on my blog. At least not yet." You died just thinking of what he would think if he saw half of the filth you had posted on your blog even before your employment with him.

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weallpartyatybcpatricksfuneral · 3 years

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I'll be making this into a long fic, but for now I chose to keep it short. Hermitcraft x Dream SMP crossover

Title: button

Grian sat down at the oak wood table, brow furrowed. Another day, another failed attempt to reconnect to Hermitcraft. The strange glitch that had caused the border to fall in the first place must have been repaired, for the world border was back up and running. His communicator didn’t work outside of his home server, and Phil’s crows (who insisted on following the man everywhere, and who Phil had put up to the task of flying between the severs, trying to gather intel on the border glitch and if people were trying to find him) haven’t delivered any news.

The builder glanced out the window as the sun set over the horizon. Past that was Hermitcraft. His home. What was Mumbo doing? Scar? Iskall? Xisuma? How was the war progressing without him? Did anyone notice his absence? No, Grian, don’t get sad. Happy thoughts only...Happy thoughts.

“Grain!”

Torn away from his thoughts, Grian looked up to see Philza, his dark grey wings fluffed up in distress. “Wil’s sent a letter.” The avian said, holding up a piece of paper.

“Well, that’s good!” Phil had been under extreme stress these past couple of days since Wilbur hadn’t sent a letter in weeks and the past few he had sent were...concerning, to say the least. “What’s it say?”

Another letter should have been a relief, but from the look on Phil’s face, Grian concluded that this letter was everything except relief.

“It’s just a date, time, and coordinates. November 16th, noon, with a set of coords in L’Manberg…” Phil’s voice trailed off as his dark emerald eyes scanned the page, over and over, as if he were looking for more writing than just a simple date.

“That’s tomorrow, innit?” Grian questioned, trying to distract the man from his distress. That’s how Grian ignored his. Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. “I mean, you’ll be able to see your sons, check up on Wil?”

“Something doesn’t feel right about this, Grain.” Even after all this time together, Phil still called him Grain. Grian stifled a laugh, as it wasn’t the appropriate time to giggle. “His last few letters concerned me. He mentioned something in his last one about 11 and a half stacks of TNT.” Phil looked Grian dead in the eye and whispered, “Grain, I think Wilbur is going to blow L’Manberg!”

“But why?” Grian attempted to rationalize with the distraught Phil, who was now pacing across the room making stressed-out bird noises. “He won the election, shouldn’t he be content with that?” This type of stuff never happened on Hermitcraft. There were never serious talks of blowing up anyone’s builds, much less an entire country! The only time TNT is used is in pranks, and they always helped clean up after.

“You clearly don’t know Wilbur...He’s a force of chaos, I’ll tell you that. A creative little shit who always comes up with new ways to get what he wants. If he wants L’Manberg gone, then he’ll go to crazy lengths to achieve that goal.”

Silence fell.

“We need to get to L’Manberg. Now. It’s about a day’s flight from here, and we need to leave now if we want to get there as fast as fucking possible.” Phil tucked the letter into the pocket of his dark green kimono and flexed his wings. Unlike Grian, who used the sleek and slim elytra to fly about, Philza had a pair of actual feathery wings. Upon arrival, Phil explained that he was a bird hybrid, also known as an avian. He had feathers on the sides of his face and neck with elfish ears. Back on Hermitcraft, every member of the server was human.

Grian and Phil started out on their journey north, towards the world border of Dream SMP. The sun had risen, and the world border was in sight. Phil stated that Dream, the apparent Admin of the server, had agreed to let up the border for a few seconds to let Phil and Grian inside. Phil took a rest on a tree, breathing heavily after hours of non-stop flight.

“You alright, Big P?” If Phil could nickname him Grain, Grian would nickname him as well. A smile twinged across Phil’s face.

“Ahh...You sound so much like my youngest, Tommy. He says that to people too. You remind me of him so much. Right down to your red shirt and the aura of pure, unbridled chaos you emit.”

Both men laughed. Grian really enjoyed Phil’s laugh, and despite how giggly and giddy the avian usually was, it had been a few days since he had last heard him laugh. Wilbur’s lack of letters had really spooked him.

“Will you stay?”

“Hmm?”

“In L’Manberg. I mean, it’s closer to your sons.”

Phil shrugged and drank a potion of strength, and stood.

“I might, depending on what happens. If my theory is correct, and Wilbur is going to blow the place up, then I’ll probably stay. Just to help him out and help clean up y’know? Maybe I’ll be able to convince him to come home. Before you got here, I was...really lonely.”

“Well, you won’t be lonely anymore! Since I can’t return home yet, I’ll be your friend so you don’t have to be lonely!”

“Thanks, Grain.”

“You’re welcome, Big P!”

The two rose and started to fly towards the world border. Maybe Grian could make a new home on Dream SMP. The builder already started making plans for an epic build, having a vague idea in his head. However, he would have to inspect the landscapes available to see what his block palette would be and what style his build would be. Grian thought of his mansion back home and wanted to build something similar to remember it.

“Oi! Grain! You there mate?”

Grian shook his head as he was, again, dragged from his daydreams by Phil. They had arrived at the world border. “I’ve sent word to Dream, he should be letting us in soon.”

“Alrighty! What kind of base do you want to build if you stay?”

Phil just shrugged. “Eh. Don’t know just yet. Don’t want to start anything too ambitious, like a Hardcore project.”

Grian kept forgetting that this man held the world record for the longest Hardcore run. Phil was only 5”4 and didn’t look that intimidating. He looked loving and fatherly, and Grian considered Phil to be like a father to him. But the man was a dedicated Hardcore player, and could easily take Grian down in a fight. It scared him, sometimes, about how little he actually knew about Phil.

“Alright, mate, let’s go.” The blue striped border had been removed by the mysterious admin, and the two flew into Dream SMP. Grian felt a buzz from his communicator and pulled it from his pocket.

Unlike in Hermitcraft, when a member joins the server (especially a new member), the entire chat would be flooded with ‘hello!’ messages. However, on the Dream SMP, there were one or two directed at Phil. How peculiar. Phil went silent as they flew over the woods and forest. In the distance, Grian could see what appeared to be a city. That must be L’Manberg. It wasn’t as big or as grand as some builds on Hermitcraft, heck his own base would have taken up over half of the area if he lived there. On a tall pole lay what Grian assumed was the flag of L’Manberg, inky black, with a fiery red arch and X. Interesting design. Phil didn’t go into the city, however, he flew towards the coordinates that Wilbur had written in his letter, his brow furrowed. Fireworks crackled and popped throughout L’Manberg.

Grian landed with Phil, in front of a small tunnel that bore deep into a hill that was just outside the country.

“It’s now or never. Grain, stay behind me.” Phil tucked the letter away and led Grian through the tunnel, and into a compact stone room. Carved into the wall were words. No, not just words. Lyrics.

I heard there was a special place,

where men could go and emancipate.

From the brutality and tyranny of their rulers.

Well, this place was real, you needn’t fret,

With Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, fuck Eret.

It’s a very big place, not blown up L’Manberg.

MY L’MANBERG

MY L’MANBERG…

Those lyrics were carved all over the stone walls, and in the middle, was a stone button. In front of that button, was Philza’s eldest son, Wilbur.

Grian had never actually seen Wilbur before, only in an old picture of when Phil, Wilbur, and Phil’s other two sons, Tommy and Technoblade, won MCC 4. In that picture, Wilbur wore a cute yellow sweater with a brown beanie, with a shimmering smile on his face.

The man that stood before them now was not that person. It couldn’t be. Wilbur stood, hunched over a stone button, whispering to himself. He donned a brown trenchcoat and ditched the beanie.

“What are you doing?” Phil asked.

Wilbur turned to face them. His eyes had no emotion in them, his smile no longer shimmered. Standing before them was an insane man.

“I will admit,” Wilbur said. His voice sent a chill down Grian’s spine, “Do you know what this is? What this button is?” Phil’s speculations appeared to be true. Wilbur was trying to destroy L’Manberg.

“Uh huh. I do.” How, how could Phil be so calm?

“Have you heard the song? The song on the walls?” Wilbur’s fingers gently ran over the words ‘MY L’MANBERG’. His eye twitched, “I was just making a big point you know? About how there was a special place, it was a special place. But that's not there anymore.” Wil’s voice lowered to a hush.

“It is there, Wil, it's out there.”

“PHIL I’M ALWAYS SO CLOSE TO PRESSING THIS BUTTON! I’VE BEEN HERE LIKE SEVEN OR EIGHT TIMES--” Voices from above cut Wilbur off. Grian could hear footsteps above them. Wilbur turned his eyes to the stone ceiling and lowered his voice. “Oh they're going to come…I need to block this off.” Wilbur hastily piled blackstone bricks in the doorway, which not only sealed whoever “they” were out, but also sealed Grian, Phil, and Wilbur in.

“Oh Phil...I’ve been here so many times.”

Numerous fireworks exploded outside.

<Tubbo_ went off with a bang due to a firework fired from [Rocket Launcher] by Technoblade>

“Oh they’re fighting, they’re fighting…” WIlbur whispered, sounding tired.

“And you just want to...to blow it all up? You fought so hard for this land, Wilbur, and you just want to...destroy it all?” Phil tried to reason.

“I don’t even know if the button works anymore, Phil, I could press it, and it might--”

“Do you want to risk it? There is a lot of TNT potentially connected to that button.”

Wilbur seemed to hear him. His breathing got heavier as he returned to that hunched over position over the stone button. What was this place? Nothing serious ever happened on Hermitcraft. There were no seriously high stakes, there were no serious threats, no serious danger. It was all in good fun.

“There...there was a saying, Phil...by, uh, by a traitor. Once part of L’Manberg, don’t know if you ever heard of Eret, but he had a saying.”

Wilbur looked up at Phil. Grian could see the familiar resemblance between the two, they shared emerald green eyes.

“It was never meant to be.” Wilbur whispered that phrase, and pressed the stone button.

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kingofbr00klyn · 3 years

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E F K P Y for the fandom asks :)

I’m really sorry for the delay to answering this every time I try to I get interrupted

E- Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom, if so, what?

Technically I’ve done this twice, one was just mainly on a Discord server. But um a couple of months ago (you may remember this Kazzy) I showed the Bandstand fandom Kazoostand and then preceded to DM two of the cast members it after Tumblr said so. I was ignored by one and left on read by the other (I don’t blame them)

And then there were the catboys…

Also in the Bandstand fandom, which is very small as it is and I’m pretty sure a lot of the Tumblr tag now is just me and mine nonsense.

F- What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom?

Umm that’s a tricky one. I tend to get super into a fandom for a good year, then sort of lessen my- for a lack of a better word- addiction to it but still like it. The first fandom I was probably ever in was the Attack on Titian fandom and I still like it still watch it sometimes, so maybe like 7? 8? Years? It’s the first fandom I can really remember getting into so yeah something like that

K- Say something nice about someone in any of your fandoms

Well there’s just so many things I can say about so many people!

First off, Kazzy, you are the nicest, sweetest person ever. You’ve blessed us with gems like Who’s Whosies. I love all your TTS artwork is all so beautiful.

@the-cowbi (I’m really sorry for tagging you) makes absolutely gorgeous moodboads and drawings about his Newsies OC and just for Newsies and Bonnie and Clyde.

daydreaming-optimist (I’m not going to tag them because I’m kind of terrified of them but in a good way because they’re a beautiful snazzy blog and I don’t want to bother them) also makes absolutely breathtaking gifs and moodboards for Bandstand and a bunch of other fandoms

P- Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas)

Im never very good at writing AUs (no that’s a lie I have so many ideas but words just don’t work) but an I do 3 for 1 fandoms?

I have like so many ideas and stuff for Bandstand stuff and I have no one to talk to them about so I apologise I’m advance

because I’ve limited myself to one, im going to write a 5 page essay on this one fic I wrote but have never and will never finish. No I won’t actually. It was a like modern day/high school fic and basically the Gang™️ minus Julia find this like old snooky abandoned house and they think it’s haunted and decided to go in. It’s not haunted. But Davy and Johnny get the idea to scare the pants off of everyone and in then end they get arrested. Yeah that’s not very detailed but IT WAS A GOOD STORY

Another was like an origin story for how Davy and Nick meet because like Nick kinda like hates everyone and Davy seems like the kind of person high up on his hate list™️ so basically they meet before the war and when they’re both like young. Nick works at a bar, Davy drinks at a bar. I have now also just realised this won’t make a lot of sense without my other au which is how Nick and Wayne meet (and I know you have no idea who these characters are but all you need to know if they’re my children and I love them)

You know what I’m just gonna stop with that because this post is already very long =/

(but if you for some reason what to know more about my stories my inbox is always open)

Y- What are your secondhand fandoms (fandoms you aren’t in personally but are familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)

-Marvel (I’ve seen a few of the shows but only a very small few)

-Julie and The Phantoms (I’m not 100% exactly what this is, but I see a lot of people posting about it)

-Starwars

-The Pirates of the Caribbean

-Spring Awakening

Phew! That was a lot. Thank you so much for the ask and sorry again for taking so long to respond (and also for this being long)

#✨snazzy kazzy✨

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