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gaybananabread · 1 year ago

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Oh my gosh congratulations on the milestone!! 🥳💖 I would love something for ROTTMNT! Maybe lee Mikey and ler Leo or lers Raph, Leo and Donnie. I’d love Dragon Fruit, Oranges & Grapes! Take all the time you need and I hope you’re doing well! 💖

Fruit(s): Dragon Fruit, Oranges, Grapes

AAAAAHG THANK YOU! You're so nice all the time, just make my brain go (>w<)✨! Been a hot second since I've done something for Rise, these boys need some more love from me. (Got carried away but we don't talk about that shhhhhshsh) Again, thank you sosososo much, and I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Mikey

Lers: Raph, Leo, Donnie

Summary: Mikey tries making a treat for his bros, but things don't go as planned, bumming him out. The boys quickly notice and, after a quick wrestling match and some questions, manage to get their baby bro back into his high spirits.

Warnings: none! This is a fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

“No no nononONONO!”

Feeling his heart sink, Mikey pulled his fruity Danish pastries from the oven. The charred surfaces and burning smell of the treats brought tears to his eyes. Three hours of work down the drain…

The teen had been trying to make desserts for his brothers; they’d been really supportive during his recovery from the Kraang invasion, encouraging him and helping him wrap his arms. Even Donnie had put aside some extra time to shop for arm braces. They deserved it.

His arm had a flare-up during the baking, making him take a break to put a brace on. The timer had gone off without him in the room, his poor confections roasted beyond recognition. He sniffed, dumping the marred fruits of his labor into the trash. Maybe some music and drawing would help…

“Okay, family meeting.” Raph sat down with his two of his brothers, Donnie quickly correcting him. “Teeechnically, it's a partial family meeting. If we count the main seven family members and round the percentage, it's only about 42%-” He got a hand clamped over his mouth, the blue-themed turtle interjecting. “HUSH the nerd stuff! We know what we're here for, right?”

Donnie scoffed, but stopped spouting math. All three brothers knew what the problem was. Raph took charge again, attempting some order. “Mikey's been really down all day. Raph's worried about him.”

The purple clad turtle tapped his wristlet, frowning. He had been keeping track of Mikey's expressions from the past few days.“He seemed fine yesterday. Angelo’s face only drops around two today. I hadn't seen him for a few hours, my data’s a bit incomplete. I think he was in the kitchen.”

Leo blinked, seeming shocked. “Wow. Your number craziness finally paid off.” A claw extended from Donnie’s battle shell, whacking the snarky teen upside the head. Raph stepped between them before any more chaos could ensue.

“HEY! Donnie, do ya know what he was doin’ in there?” He huffed before answering, looking down. “I…do not. Dr. Delicate Touch made me promise not to install cameras; even I won't defy him.”

That was fair; none of them wanted to go against Dr. DT… Leo sighed, twirling his mask tails as he spoke. “I've tried asking, but no dice. The dude's clearly not okay, but he won't talk about it. Little hypocrite…”

The techy teen offered an idea. “We could try to interrogate him.” Leo snorted, snapping out of his little trance. “Interrogate? What is this, one of dad's movies? Besides, it'd probably only make him more upset.”

Raph bit his finger as he thought; one bad habit he'd tried and failed to drop. He got an idea, snapping his fingers and smiling. Bingo. “I got it! Listen up boys, here’s the plan…”

Mikey was sitting on his bed, moping and dragging a pencil across some cardboard. He wasn’t making anything; it was just a nice way to destress. Things weren’t working as well as they usually did, though… A knock at his train car door startled him, making the typically upbeat boy flinch and drop the pencil. “C-coming…”

The metal slid open, an obviously forced smile on his face. All three of them wanted to wrap him in a hug, but they had to follow the plan. “Hey guys…what is it?”

Leo stepped forward, looking his brother over. He took special notice of the arm braces. “Alright hermano, the jig is up. What’s wrong?”

The boy’s fake smile faltered a bit, though he tried to keep the act going. “J-jig? I dunno what you’re talking about, Leo. I’m good!” His artificial confidence got a bit stronger at the end. It was clear he wasn’t telling them without a fight.

Raph was next to get closer, trying to sneakily box the boy in. This time, however, a small smile was paired with the chasm.

A small squeak escaped the youngest as he backed up, recognizing the look on his brothers’ faces. They wouldn’t…would they? “C’mon Mike, this can go quickly if ya just hold still.” Oh. They would.

Feeling a slight giddiness rise in his chest, Mikey ran farther into his train car, diving for his escape hatch. Raph stopped him in his tracks, using his mystic tonfā power to catch him in a giant fist. Leo ran over, being careful of his brother’s arms as he tossed him into his hammock.

“GUys- guys wahait! Mikey squirmed and kicked, the hammock swinging as he thrashed. Leo flipped his sword, opening two portals to hold his brother’s arms safely. Didn’t want him getting hurt after all that recovery time.

“Nah, there’s no fun in waitin’. Raph’s out for giggles and the truth.” Wasting no time, Raph started poking at his brother’s armpits. A genuine smile formed on the younger’s face, giggles spilling from his lips. “Rahaphie! Nohohot thihis!”

“But this is the best! You get to giggle, and we get to hear it.” Leo smirked, not wanting to miss out on the fun. “Big man’s right, Miguel. The truth will set you free~!” He moved his hands to Mikey’s plastron, scratching and scribbling on the area where his stomach would be. “LeheheHEEOOOOO! C-chohOHOME OHOHOhohon!”

“Just tell the truth, Micheal. You know there’s no simple way out of this predicament.” Donnie took in the sight of them; his co-conspirators smirking, enjoying the sound of their brother’s laughter, and Mikey, laughing and sounding happier than he had all day. He supposed it was worth breaking a few of his rules for the occasion. He pressed a button on his bo, the feather he used against Shredder popping out.

“D-dehehee? Whahat ahare youHU- NYAAAHAHAHO!” Mikey squealed as he felt the soft fibers of the feather run behind his knees. Curse him for taking off the knee pads… The armpit pokes, the tummy scritches, the feather on his knees; it was all too tickly. It was nice to be able to laugh with his brothers, though he didn’t know how much longer he could take all of them at once.

Raph chuckled, smiling warmly as his brother laughed. Those goofs were gonna be the death of him…but he loved them more than he could ever express. If it takes some playful tickles to get one of his bros to open up, then so be it. “All ya gotta do is fess up, Mikey. What’s been goin’ on today?”

He still didn’t seem like he was giving up, though it was clear he was reaching a breaking point. Donnie, ever the over-achiever, wanted to speed things up. He sent a claw from his battle shell to his brother’s knees, having it squeeze and scribble along the underside. That did him in.

“K-GAHAHAHA! DOHOHONIEHEHE! *snrk* NAHAHAH!” Raph gave the purple-clad turtle a look, sighing. “The goal is to get the truth, Donnie, not kill him.” Dee just chuckled, continuing the metallic tickles.

Kicking and thrashing like crazy, the teen finally reached his limit. “OHOHOKAHAHAY! IHI- *snrk* IHI’ll TEHEHELL!”

And just like that, it all stopped.

Donnie begrudgingly retracted his tools, a small smile still on his face as he watched his little bro giggle. Leo followed suit, though Raph’s hand moved to the underside of the boy’s chin. He gently wiggled his fingers into the soft skin, chuckling as his little bro melted into the touch. His loud and bubbly laughter died down to soft, breathy giggles.

“Spill it, little man~” Raph practically purred as he said it, his tone softening with the next phrase. “We promise not to judge.”

Mikey whined through his giggles, but didn’t squirm. Leo had long since released his arms; he just hadn’t noticed. “Uh-uhuhum…I wahanted to make youhuhu guhuys some d-dahanishehes for helpihing me throuhugh recovery.” He looked down, still not pulling away from the loving tickles. He’d never say it out loud, but he loved them.

“Ihi uhm… Ihihi kinda buhuhurned them. H-hahad a flare-up whehen they went ihin the ohohoven…” All three brothers’ expressions softened, even Donnie’s. The thought was incredibly sweet, and it wasn’t his fault his arms still hurt sometimes.

“Mikey…listen. We love ya. Even if you weren’t an awesome baker, we’d still take care of ya.” He continued to gently scritch under his chin, though the big guy limited it to one finger. Donnie jumped in, not making eye contact. “It’s not your fault you still get pains. Based on typical recovery times, you’re actually making exponential progress. Occasional aches are to be expected.”

“If you ever need anything, we’re all here for you. I could help with the baking and stuff, if you want.” Leo’s offer made his heart soar, as well as his other brothers’ kind words. Heartfelt moments like those would forever be cherished, especially that one.

He felt a few tears spring to his eyes, arms reaching for his bros’ hands. “Youhu guys are the behehest…” Raph stopped tickling, enveloping them all in a hug. Donnie whined, but he relaxed into the embrace. Mikey sighed, his heart full and the sadness from earlier in the day completely gone. He loved his brothers so freaking much…

#rottmnt tickle #kasey's fruit shop #lee!mikey #ler!leo #ler!raph #ler!donnie #ticklish!mikey #sfw tickling community #tickle fic #tickle #fruit shop event #rise of the tmnt tickle #hamato bro shenanigans #tickle fluff #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt

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chryblossomjjk · 2 years ago

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bts fic recommendations | 01.25.23

→ hi friends! this is a little segment i do every tuesday (reviewsday get it, aren’t i funny, pls tell me how funny i am) where i read and review two-three fics. as a content creator, i know how big of a role other creators play in your growth, therefore, i want to do my part in making sure everyone gets the recognition they deserve! so with that being said, please check out the amazing fics listed below. make sure to like, reblog, and leave feedback! ♡ #reviewsday #kikirecs

scent of eager suds - @rkivian (knj x reader | smut, angst, pwp, fluff)

summary: you missed each other, too fucking much. but your head had stayed down in futile hopes of remaining stubborn, forgetting that there is a wedding ring on that tricksy little finger of his for a reason.

so..... genuinely convinced you are the reincarnate of shakespeare babe bc like:

"He would spend a considerably scant amount of time on such a task, yet fulfil it so thoroughly that the constant aching between your legs seemed more equitable than you would like it to be."

LOOK WHAT YOU DO WITH WORDS!!! like everything is so precise. i can tell there's so much thought put into every single word of this piece and woah.. the writing is fucking stellar, seriously. like just the words you use throughout this displays how the reader feels about being vulnerable with joonie: cruel, vengeful, venomous. u put pwp but like you characterized the fuck out of this reader and it's so good...

also... this is thee kim namjoon. like as someone who is v much similar to the reader and self sabotages relationships, ppl who love you enough to recognize that trait and do their best to prove u wrong

AND YOU DID THAT ALL THROUGHOUT THE FLITHIEST NASTIEST SEXIEST SMUT EVER PLS HE'S SO HOT LIKE HE TRULY JUST WANTS TO MAKE HER FEEL GOOD INSIDE AND OUT AND IM GATEKEEPING HIM!!!! this was so so so beautiful and thank you for sharing with plebeians like me :') <3

the one where jin is drunk off his face and you get friend-zoned - @indgio (ksj x reader | fluff, crack)

saf everything you write just comforts my soul. it's missing jin hours around these parts and this is exactly want i needed. i don't know how to explain it but this gives me run episode vibes? like... this is legit kim seokjin. I COULD TOTALLY PICTURE HIM DOING SOME SHIT LIKE THIS LMAO WHAT A SWEET BABY!

also love this oc fr. like from the opening paragraph i could already tell she's the most adorable, most precious being, and you proved it throughout the rest :') <3 taking care of ur drunk partner trope will never not get me and you did it so splendidly ugh will definitely be coming back to this when im sad and 3am and missing my seokjin :'( thanks for this ily <3

"tell me more about this girlfriend of yours."

but jin looks at you with a frown, as he downs the water. "no. get your own."

^also for whatever reason this took me tf out lmao

the one where jungkook will always protect you, even from the fictional - @indgio (jjk x reader | fluff, humor)

bby istg your writing is so... refreshing? like i always think i need these super crazy, convoluted, heavy plots for my fics to be good, but your writing is proof that doesn't have to be the case. your writing is so effortless, yet so beautiful. like once again, genuine comfort content that i don't see too much of anymore. going through your masterlist has really inspired me to take a new avenue, because your fics are just so fucking addicting. i just love the slice of life vibes so much uGh okay enough nutting over u and onto the fic sehfbjsehbdhwb

pov ur saf in my brain BC THE AMOUNT OF TIMES IVE DAYDREAMED ABOUT THIS EXACT SCENARIO IS MENTAL ILLNESS (was just picturing binge watching AOT w him :'))

this jungkook is such a golden retriever ass boyfriend my heart can't take it. the banter ?? the protectiveness ?? THE BITING THE EAR ??? naur im in love it's settled. adding him to the list of fav jungkook portrayals on tumby. will be thinking about him when im bored in the back of my lecture tomorrow. thank you for daydream fuel <3

stfu yes it's wednesday get off my back >:'( i posted this early last week and was just trying to even the timing out that's all... im lying. anyways, love u lmao

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ivettel · 10 months ago

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prefacing this by saying it's MY OPINION and if anyone tries to send rude anons literally don't i will not answer but i've been chewing on this for a couple hours and:

i was supremely uncomfortable with that google form going around about people's fav f1blr creators, and reading through the results, my heart sank even more. not because of its content--people were lovely and it was really sweet to see all the well-deserved compliments to my mutuals and thank u to the couple people who thought of me i love u--but because of what, or rather who, wasn't there: the dozens and dozens of artists, writers, and gifmakers who i know put their entire soul into their works and didn't get a nod.

(and i know 73 responses isn't representative of all f1blr. of course it's not. but it's nothing to sniff at either!)

@ EVERYBODY WHO WASN'T ON THAT FORM: i love you. please keep creating and doing what you're doing!! there are people who adore your work and appreciate your efforts, and lack of recognition by a select few doesn't diminish you in any way.

and to the respondents, or to people who want to support others in general: instead of waiting for a form, or an event, or whatever, i hope that going forward, you go out of your way to compliment the creators you love directly, if you don't already do so. comment on fics! reply to and/or reblog gifsets and art! send asks or messages telling people u like their stuff!! guaranteed it'll make their day.

tl;dr: we can spread love in a more inclusive way. if you didn't get mentioned today as somebody's favourite, please don't let that get you down. i promise you are so valued and appreciated 🙏

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onemoregayapollokid · 11 months ago

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Hi love! I loved what you did with the request about Wilyss their first kid! Could I put in two other requests? 1. When Alyss is pregnant with their second child, a new tradition enrolls: every time the Treaty's have a baby on the way, the kid(s) spend the night at Grandpa Halt and Grandma Pauline's place. Grandpa Halt! and akward kiddo questions pop up. Bonus: Pauline pestering her husband with the fact that he absolutely loves to be a grandfather. 2. While on the battlefield, Will gets mortally wounded while saving Madelyn. As he lays heavily wounded in the infirmary tent, Maddie is hysterical and out of her mind, but Halt hears Will whisper a name. "Alyss"... Will he live or not? Will Alyss welcome him in the afterlife or kick his ass back to the living? Surprise me ;)

Here is the second request! I'm gonna be honest, I rewrote this fic 4 times before finding a version that worked. It's not my favorite thing I wrote, but hopefully, you like it!

Fragile Bonds:

Word count: 2.3K

Cassandra sighed, rubbing a hand over her eyes. She had spent hours bent over the recreation map, ordering troop movement, attacks and counter attack, reading the casualty reports that came in every few minutes. Her advisors did their best to take the stress off their Queens shoulders but the one thing that would relieve her stress was one thing no one could give her. She felt eyes on her and knew without looking up who had entered the tent.

“ Gentlemen and Ladies, “ Cassandra instructed, “ Please give me a moment with Ranger Halt.” A murmur rippled through the advisors gathered in Cassandra’s command tent, none having seen Halt enter. They all bowed to their Queen, vacating the tent with limited comment. Alone with the retired ranger, Cassandra dropped into the nearest chair.

“ Evelyn?” Halt questioned, using the name he had met her under, all those years ago in a country across the sea. She raised her eyes to his dark ones, anguish visible.

“ I’m here, trying to make the best decision for my people, in the middle of battle and I don’t know where my husband and daughter are, if they’ve been injured or killed. I can barely bring myself to read the casualty reports for fear I’ll find their names, but every other man who gives his life for me deserves the recognition. Who am I to place my husband and daughter above any other man who has paid for his loyalty with his life?” Halt smiled softly, understanding his Queen’s anguish. It was only after he had been told no vehemently by his five closest friends that Halt had agreed to stay off the battlefield. Cassandras had almost ordered him to stay close to her. Halt understood the fear of knowing that your family was facing danger and having to stay in safety and the feelings of guilt that brings up.

“ I know how you feel. But I also know your child and husband. Horace has faced countless battles, and seen more war than even I have. He has possibly the most battle experience of anyone I’ve met, and he is fiercely protective of Madelyn. Maddie is an accomplished ranger, able to handle her own and she’s with Will. He would give his own life before allowing anything to happen to Maddie. They're both as safe as they possibly could be on a battlefield. “ Halt reassured Cassandra. She smiled softly, accepting the reassurance. Silence lapsed over the tent, Cassandra poring over the last report from the battle, Halt watching her, coffee in hand( Cassandra didn't even know where it had come from; he didn’t have it when he entered the tent) Halt watched his Queen carefully, seeing both the girl he met in Skandia, the women he saw on her wedding day and the queen ruling her country both firm and just. The queen he would have followed into battle if his age and body allowed him. Cassandra glanced up, feeling Halt’s eyes on her once again.

“ Penny for your thoughts?” She questioned, pushing a blonde- though graying- strand of hair behind her ear. Halt shook his head, sending one of uncommon smiles Cassandra’s way. He opened his mouth to respond to his queen, when the tent flap was lifted, and a young man, son to one of the soldiers supplied by the closest fief, burst in. He was panting, clearly having run for a while. Cassandra was on her feet in a flash, composing her face into the mask that her people, no matter their status, expected of her. Halt crossed to stand behind her, at her elbow.

“ What is it, boy? “ Cassandra asked, trepidation woven into her voice. The young man bowed quickly, before speaking.

“ My apologies, Your Majesty. But you need to see this. Princess- sorry, Ranger Maddie just returned, nearly running her poor horse into the ground to do so. “ Halt smiled inwardly, knowing that Maddie would never do anything to risk injury to Bumper.

“ Show me” Cassandra commanded, following the man out of the command tent, Halt by Cassandra’s side. The trio hurried through the confusion of a camp at war, soldiers yelling and rushing through the camp. Ducking under a rope holding up a tent, Halt and Cassandra turned the corner and stopped dead in their tracks, taking in the scene in front of them. Bumper stood, sides heaving, head dropped low to the ground. Maddie was kneeling on the ground beside Bumper, beside a man dressed in ranger garb, laying pale and still, arrow embedded in his shoulder.

“Will!” Halt rushed forward, dropping to his knees beside his former apprentice. Maddie lifted her head, eyes red rimmed, to face Halt. Halt was aware of Cassandra backing everyone away from Will, calling for the healers.

“ I couldn’t stop it.” Maddie whispered, guilt etched deep into her face. Halt took in the lack of colour in Will’s face, and the linens wrapped and twisted around the arrow, to keep it stabalized during the frantic ride back to camp. Halt reached out gently and brushed the hair out of Will’s face, before standing and gently pulling Maddie to her feet and steering her towards her mother, keeping her out of the way of the healers.

“ Maddie” Halt started, trying to make his voice gentle for the apprentice ranger. “ You did nothing wrong. You bound his wound, and you got him here safely. You did nothing wrong.” Maddie nodded mutely, watching the healers lift Will, carrying him to their tent. Cassandra crossed to her daughter, tucking the blond hair that escaped Maddie’s tight braid.

“Come with me” Cassandra urged, draping a arm around the younger women’s shoulder. Maddie nodded, unable to hide the tears that streamed down her face. Halt watched the two of them walk back to Casssandra’s tent, Cassandra pulling her daughter close to her. Halt knew Maddie was in the best hands possible and that he needed to be with Will. Spinning on his heel, he rushed after the healers.

Hqalt ducked as he entered the tent, low to the ground. He wrinkled his nose as the stench of blood and death reached him. He saw Will, on a cot toward the back of the tent, four healers working to get the arrow out of his shoulder. Two held him down, while one stabalized the end while the final healer prepared to snap the arrow. Halt hurried to the head of the cot.

“ Allow me” He said to the healer holding Will down. The young man nodded, stepping back to let Halt step into his place.

“Ready?” the healer holding the arrow shaft asked, glancing at his companions. Halt nodded, placing his hands on Will’s shoulder, knowing how much pain his former apprentice would be in once they started moving the arrow. With a grunt, the man snapped the arrow in half, Will screamed and then it was a mess of blood, of screams, of sweat and swears. Will thrashed against Halt’s steady hands, pain breaking through the cover of unconsciousness. Every movement caused Will to fight against the hands that steadied him, unaware of the comfort they attempted to bring him. At long last, the arrow was pulled free, and Will collapsed against the cot. He murmured something, brow furrowed. Halt knelt next to the cot, bending over to hear better.

“ What was that, Will?” He asked softly. Will tossed his head again, muttering it again. And this time Halt heard it and it broke his heart.

“ Alyss”

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“ Hello love” Will opened his eyes, glancing around his surroundings.

Halt’s cabin surrounded him, smelling like it always did. Of fire and coffee and home. The fire was crackling, burning cheerifully away in the hearth, like Will had just stepped outside to do chores. The table looked the same as always, papers piled high that Will never found time to deal with. And there, sitting at the table, two cups of coffee in front of her, was his wife. Will felt his heart constrict.

“Alyss?” He whispered, eyes riveted on her, terrified she’d disappear just like every other time he’s dreamt of her. She smiled at him, brilliant and there and Will rushed to her gathering her into his arms. At length, Alyss backed out of Will’s embrace, leading him ny the hand to the table.

“ I don’t understand” Will said, looking at Alyss. “ Your dead. You died. You died, Alyss, and you left me alone. How can you be here, and why is it Halt’s cabin, when I know I was on the battlefield a few minutes ago?” Alyss looked at him, unreadable expression in her eyes.

“ I know, Will. I know, I’m sorry I left you alone. Believe me, that was never my intention. But I wouldn’t change my decision if I could. “

“ I know. You always were very sure of yourself. “ Will whispered. Alyss smiled fondly at her husband, resting her chin in her hand. She gestured to the cabin surrounding them.

“ It’s funny, “ She mused, “ How you still refer to this place as Halt’s cabin when it’s been yours since Halt got married.” Will chuckled softly, warming to the conversation, both hands wrapped around Alyss’.

“ Old habits die hard.” Will grinned, a hint of the boyish charm that drew Alyss to him all those years ago visible. His smile faded as he glanced around them.

“ Lyss? “ He questioned. His wife hummed softly, meeting his gaze.

“ Did I die? “

“ Not yet. “ Alyss’ face was somber. “ You're just.. In between right now. “

“ Will I die?” Will questioned, thoughts torn between the family he’d leave behind. And the woman sitting in front of him.

“ No.” Alyss smiled at him then. “ Not if I have anything to say about it.”

“ Do you?” Will questioned, cocking his head to one side.

“ I’m your wife- of course I have a say.” She retorted. Will had to smile at that.

“Then, Alyss, why am I here? If I’m not dead and won’t die, and you are dead, why am I here?” Alyss sighed then, squeezing Will’s hands.

“ Because I wanted to see you.” She said simply. “ We didn’t get enough time together, and our time we did have was cut short. I miss you. I miss feeling your heartbeat under my cheek, knowing you were beside me and nothing could possibly hurt me while you were around. I miss the jokes you always told me when I had a stressful day, anything you thought would make me laugh again. I miss your arms around me as we danced around the kitchen, even with no music and you stepping on my feet every two minutes. I miss weh nI came home and your face lit up. I miss our life together. “ Will stood, tears in his eyes, drawing Alyss to the bed they had shared. He tugged her gently to his chest, resting his head on top of hers, legs slotting together.

“ Let me stay.” He murmured into Alyss’ hair. The graceful courier sighed, hand coming up to rest on Will’s cheek.

“ No love. You have so much left to do, and there’s still people who need you. “

“ I need you” Will argued. Alyss giggled, a familiar sound.

“ And I’ll always be beside you. Every sunrise that makes you catch your breath, every time Maddie makes you smile, every bird who seems to sing a song just for you, they're all me. You will never ever be alone again, Will Treaty. And when your time finally comes, I’ll be right here, waiting for you. For the moment we no longer have to steal moments, we can have each other for eternity. “ Will sighed, tightening his arms around his wife. “ When I wake up, you’ll be gone, won’t you?” He questioned softly. Alyss nodded into his chest, brushing her lips against a new scar on his shoulder.

“ You won’t see me anymore, no. But I’ll never be truly gone. I love you. I’ll always be a part of you. “

“ I love you.” Will whispered the words that he’d swallowed time and time again, now spoken freely. Alyss gazed at her husband, adoration in her eyes.

“ I know.” She kissed him, gentle and pure, before drawing his head down to her chest. Alyss started humming, softly, and Will felt his eyes slip closed, the song echoing in his head.

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“ Will?” Halt questioned softly. He’d sat by Will’s cot for hours, refusing to leave the man who meant so much to him. Will had been unconscious since the arrow was removed, save for the one time he muttered Alyss’ name. Maddie had been taken back to Cassandra’s tent, needing her mothers comfort. Silence had hovered over the rangers, held at bay only by the sounds of everyone else in the medical tent. Halt thought he had seen a flicker cross Will’s face, and leaned forward. “ Will?” He questioned again. The younger ranger sighed, brow furrowing before relaxing, allowing his eyes to open slowly.

“ Halt? “ Will murmured, rubbing at his eyes with his uninjured hand.

“ Will, thank the gods.” Halt exclaimed, hands flying to reach out to the younger man. Will smiled at Halt.

“ I’m okay, Halt, " he said, pushing himself up using his good arm. Will’s smile disappeared and he looked pensive.

“ I saw her Halt.” Halt glanced at him. He knew immediately who the she he spoke of was.

“ What did she say? “ He questioned softly. Will smiled softly.

“ It’s not my time. She said I still had things to do and people needed me. “ Halt nodded.

“ She’s right. If we’re going to win this damn war, we need your mind.” Will chuckled, agreeing with Halt’s assessment. He would never argue when Halt was complimenting him, especially after the day he had. Outside, over the din of the battle, the birds were singing the song that was playing in Will’s head. ‘Don't worry, love’ He thought. “I can wait until I see you again. “

#rangers apprentice #will treaty #halt o'carrick #madelyn altman #alyss mainwaring #not beta read

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im-not-batman · 1 year ago

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Since Ao3 is down, I thought I'd post an old fic on here in the interest of keeping us all sane. Enjoy <3

Bloomed into Blue | Ronance | Rated G | 8,399 words

Nancy wanted to scream, tear out her hair, throw a tantrum and yell about how unfair it all was. Being in a professional work environment made that difficult though.

Instead, she smiled and clapped as she watched yet another of her colleagues collect on the rewards of her hard work. She sat in her seat for as long as she could stomach, and then broke away to hide in the bathroom until she felt like she could be in the office without feeling the urge to break something.

This marked the fifth time that one of her coworkers had gotten recognition for her research, her writing, or her investigating, and she was sick of it. After her stint at the paper in Hawkins, she had expected some disadvantages in her working life, but this was ridiculous. She had put more hours of work into that last story than anyone on the team, it had even become a running joke in the office that she spent more time here than at home! How could she have gone unrecognised again?

If only it was socially appropriate to send your boss into the hell dimension underneath your hometown, she thought fancifully. He certainly wouldn't underestimate her or her mettle ever again, but it would likely raise other issues.

So instead of doing what she wanted to do, what she felt like doing, she muscled it all down, dusted off her skirt, straightened her already perfectly laid blouse and looked at herself in the mirror.

"You deserve better," she told herself, firm and assured, "go out there and demand better."

She gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, and left the bathroom, beelining for her manager's office across the floor. She caught a few comments from the piggish men in their cubicles about how 'it must be that time of the month' or about 'how sensitive women are these days'. These were the sorts of comments that had become commonplace, really. Ordinarily, she'd have a quip or scathing remark to throw their way, but right now, she was on a mission.

Seeing that Jerry was free, she walked straight in without knocking. By way of greeting, she planted her hands firmly on her hips. Robin would call it a power pose and point out how odd it was that polite and demure Nancy Wheeler had grown into who she had.

"Miss Wheeler, what can I do for you?" Jerry started, but it wasn't a genuine question. He wasn't even paying the courtesy of looking at her and was instead polishing a tacky golf ornament that he kept on his desk.

"I want it on the record that I should have received a share in that raise," that was generous really, she should have received the entire raise. Frank had spent the last three weeks making unhelpful comments and sleeping through group meetings, instead of organising them like he should have been. Nancy decided, though, that if she made that observation known to her boss, she'd be on the entire company's shit-list.

"Wheeler, Frank was head writer on that project, it was his story, he got the raise," he already had the glazed-over look in his eye that she recognised all too well. She'd seen it enough times when she'd tried to engage her father in any kind of conversation that involved her passions.

"That's just it, sir, I did more work than anybody on this one. Ask around. I've worked more hours than anybody else in the department, I spent all my free time researching and I wrote almost the entire article–"

Jerry put up a condescending hand to stop her, "you chose to do those things, no one asked you to, darlin'." He said deliberately.

Nancy ground her teeth and lifted her chin – Lord knows she's put up with worse than a little misogyny. She poured all the false respect she had into her voice as she replied.

"All due respect, sir, but it never would have made it to print if it weren't for me."

"Fortunately, we'll never know," he said with a smugly patronising smile.

Nancy seethed. She opened her mouth to argue again, but he raised that damned hand again. This time he made a shooing motion. Like she was little better than a misbehaving child. Worse than that; like she was a creature he didn't care to even feign his respect for.

Without hesitation, and with all the surety she could muster, Nancy stood her ground and with a deep breath announced: "Jerry, I quit."

The moment the words were out of her mouth an overwhelming sense of relief washed over her. A heavy burden was lifted off of her shoulders and she felt like she could straighten her spine for the first time since she'd taken this god-forsaken job.

"Don't be stupid, Wheeler," Jerry warned, still with the tone of condescension, like it was his default when he spoke to her.

"Oh this is the smartest thing I could possibly do, right now, I deserve better than this." A smirk was fast-developing across her face, the apathy she had now that she wasn't worried about her job caused a little of her ruthlessness to slip through her crafted 'girl-next-door' veneer, "this paper will drown without me."

"Hah!" Her boss chortled, "you won't last a week out there in this business."

"I've faced down serial killers and won, Jerry. I'll be just fine."

Taking more than a little satisfaction in the astounded look on her ex-boss's face, she turned on her heel and walked out. Without slowing, she hooked her bag over her shoulder as she passed her desk and then walked out the front door. Not so much as a glance back before she stepped out into the crisp Chicago air.

Walking away from the building, Nancy felt like she could finally breathe properly. She'd spent her entire tenure there shaping herself into the boxes they wanted her in, squeezing herself into categories that made the men around her comfortable. When she thought about it, she'd done that her whole life.

She always made herself smaller to be more acceptable to those around her. People struggled to handle her competence and drive – it tended to make them feel inadequate – and so they found ways to limit her to make her more palatable. And when she'd gotten used to people reacting to her that way, to them wrestling down those parts of her personality, she'd started doing it preemptively.

Walking out of that no-name paper had been a wake up call. An opportunity to reset. Remove the mask.

She felt powerful.

So when she got home, jobless and pretty much penniless, she was smiling.

"What are you doing here so early?" Eddie asked from his spot on the sofa, guitar in hand, when she walked through the door.

"I just quit my job," Nancy replied. She was a little breathless, likely owed to the four flights of stairs up to their place, but it was also partly because she felt a bit giddy saying it outloud.

"Alright, Wheeler," he praised, setting down his prized guitar and holding up an appreciative fist for her to bump. She grinned and did so proudly. If she could count on anyone to be delighted about her joblessness, she could count on him. He'd been encouraging her to quit for almost as long as she'd worked there. Eddie wasn't one to suffer fools and so the very first time Nancy had come home seething about the blatant unfairness she was experiencing, that had been his immediate suggestion.

To begin with, she had found it infuriating. The fact that Eddie thought she could be content in giving up so easily and letting them win was insulting. She was too good for that; she was too smart, too stubborn.

Nancy refused to give in so easily. She was determined that once she proved herself useful, if she did what they asked, went above and beyond, they'd have to take her seriously. She thought she'd finally be given the lead on the important stories. She was a talented, hard-hitting, investigative journalist. She was wasted on boring puff pieces that only existed to fill in the gaps on the pages. She was naïve enough to think that her boss would see that in time. Clearly she had been wrong.

As she flopped down onto the sofa beside her best friend, she resented him a little. Things were so much easier for him – since they'd left Hawkins and the people who called him 'murderer' and 'Satanist' behind, at least. While he'd certainly understand some prejudices and unreasonable roadblocks in his day to day, his life would never be complicated by sexism. When he was good at things, that was taken at face value; he was allowed to be good at them. When he felt something, he didn't have to reign himself in or risk accusations of 'hysteria'. He didn't have to worry about saying or doing the wrong thing, and having that mistake reflect on every woman in the field.

She loved Eddie dearly, but he would never truly understand. So when he gave his advice, it was sometimes a bit too flippant, a bit too blasé.

But even when he couldn't help, he'd always be there with Nance to celebrate her wins. So she leaned against his side and smiled when he squeezed her tight and told her (not for the first time) that she was the baddest badass in the history of badassery.

"Alright, alright," Nancy grinned, pushing him away playfully. Eddie had a very physical way of showing his support and affection. Sometimes, it was a little stifling. She gave him a warm smile anyway, "Do you know what their shifts are today?" She asked, gesturing towards the ceiling. Robin and Steve lived in the flat above them, which conveniently concentrated all of Nancy's favourite people (bar a few) into one apartment block.

Eddie smirked and leaned back, picking up his guitar in one fluid motion, "Robin has today off if that's what you're asking," he said, playing a guitar riff that was vaguely familiar.

She rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue at him as she stood to head upstairs. She ignored it when he affectionately flipped the bird in her direction.

When she knocked on their door, it took a second for there to be a response. Nancy understood why when Robin came to the door dressed in coveralls that were more paint than fabric.

"Hey Robin-a-Roo, busy day?" She chuckled, a little sarcastically.

"You don't even know the half of it, Nance," Robin sighed with false weariness as she turned to walk back into the apartment with a broad grin. She left the door open for Nancy to follow her.

Nancy smiled with amused shock when she reached Robin's room.

Every surface was covered in sheets of tarp, save for one wall which was smattered with splats vibrant colour.

There were open cans of paint in every colour you could imagine lined up on the floor (also protected with plastic), and there were various paint brushes and tools strewn about. When she looked at Robin again though, she saw that clearly she had leaned in favour of using her bare hands for this endeavour.

"Voilà!" Robin announced, waving her arms dramatically at the wall. Her face was adorned with a broad and bright grin that reached her eyes. Nancy's chest flowered with warmth.

"Cool," she said with a smile of her own, "there's almost as much paint on the wall as there is on you."

"Oh, excuse me for getting excited at the prospect of flinging colours around," Robin rolled her eyes good-naturedly and turned to admire her messy work.

Nancy laughed again and looked at the set up Robin had going.

She grinned, "looks like fun."

Robin beamed and turned to face Nancy again, "it's a great stress reliever. Wanna join?" She wiggled her eyebrows in challenge.

"Oh I wouldn't want to ruin it," she replied, suddenly feeling sheepish and vulnerable.

Robin's voice dropped a little, and she smirked, teasing, "ruin my completely random, zero skill required, messy, impulsive, paint splashing?"

Nancy frowned, "Impulsive? Didn't you get the landlord's permission?" She asked.

"There wasn't time! I had to go to the hardware store to get the tarps and paint and then I was deciding which wall to do it on and covering everything else with plastic and tape!" She spoke while waving her arms around dramatically, clearly just trying to make Nancy laugh. It worked.

"Don't worry I'll paint over it when I move out," she promised and wiggled her fingers ominously as she asked, "so are you getting your hands dirty or what?"

This time it was Nancy who rolled her eyes, "Fine, but I don't really have any clothes I'd be okay with getting paint on."

"Just borrow mine," Robin offered without hesitation, already dipping a hand into a truly alarming shade of bright green and admiring the way it dripped from her long fingers.

She grinned at Robin's ease at offering up her clothes for her to essentially ruin. The trust that Nancy would know the right clothes to pick, the inherent intimacy of sharing clothes, shocked her a little.

An indescribable warmth spread through her chest as she rifled through the drawers. She grabbed a grubby old work shirt that she knew Robin only kept for messy projects like this, since it was embroidered with a company logo. And she recognised a pair of dungarees she'd seen Robin wear before – she had a habit of drawing on the knees and wiping dirt and dyes and all sorts all over them, so she assumed a little paint would be fine – and took them to the bathroom to change.

When she came back into Robin's room, Nancy lingered at the door. Robin had put on some music (apparently not minding her tape deck getting a little colourful) and was jumping around dancing to David Bowie. With her eyes closed, she didn't see Nancy return and so was unencumbered by embarrassment or shyness.

Robin smiled bright, she occasionally flicked out her arms towards the paint wall, leaving a splatter of neon green from the arc of her hands as she danced. It was pure joy. Nancy couldn't keep herself from joining.

As the chorus hit, she jumped into Robin's room, dancing like no one was watching and she started singing along. Well, shouting would be more accurate.

At first her friend looked caught. Like she didn't mean for anyone to see her goofing around dancing to one of her favourite songs, so Nancy made sure to act even goofier. Even out the playing field.

Robin's face then transformed into something akin to awe. Like she couldn't believe that Nancy was there. Finally, her expression turned into one of sheer happiness as she started dancing again and joining Nancy in her shout-singing of the chorus.

As the song faded out, they found themselves theatrically falling to the ground out of breath, the plastic rustled beneath them. Any of Nancy's lingering annoyance for the people at her old job had been drowned out by the utter joy that coursed through her now.

She sighed as she finally regained her wind, "I needed that," she smiled as she sat up to look at the wall again, "so what do you want me to do?"

Robin mumbled something as she sat up herself, but it was garbled by the sound of the effort she took. When Nancy turned to look at her, Robin looked confused. "What do you mean? Just do what you want, man. Go with your feels, let the music move you."

The last words were said in a floaty sing-song that made Nancy giggle, as she watched Robin rock back and forth, out of time to the new song that had started playing, "sometimes I forget your parents were hippies, and then you go and say something like that."

Robin chuckled as she got to her feet, offering Nancy a hand, "seriously, Nance, just do what feels right, there's not a pattern to follow or a quota to meet, just–" She bent over abruptly, dunking her hands in a paint can and threw her arms out at the wall again, "dip and fling."

Nancy's smile felt like it'd rip her face in half. "Dip and fling," she tried to say seriously and failed.

She did exactly that, though: dipped her hands into a lovely shade of bright sky blue, and swung her arms out, watching the paint drops flick from her fingers in an arc and hit the plaster with a satisfying splat. She threw her arms about in every direction she could think of until the paint on her hands ran out and then she stood back, admiring her handiwork. It was messy and dripping down towards the ground already. It was perfect. Nancy looked over to Robin for her approval but she was already looking right at her with a huge grin, bouncing in place.

"Atta girl, Nance," she said, quieter than Nancy had expected her to speak. There was a strain behind it, like she was holding back. Nancy didn't really know how to respond, so she flicked the tiniest bit of remaining paint at Robin's chest playfully and then bent to get the next colour to decorate the wall.

For the next few hours they remained there, in a bubble, goofing around, listening to music, making a mess. The world may as well have disappeared for all they knew. In their little room, with Robin's ratty old speakers blasting Blondie and Bowie and Bonnie Tyler, Nancy felt freer than she had in months.

Only when they started to get hungry did they realise how much time had passed and by then, Robin's bedroom wall looked positively psychedelic.

"Wow," Nancy chuckled when she stood back and took a proper look at the project. She hadn't really expected it to look as beautiful as it did, a little worried that the paints would congeal and dull into brown. Instead it made up a maelstrom of brightly coloured nonsense. Something like glee bubbled in the pit of her stomach.

"Right?!" Robin exclaimed, bouncing on the balls of her feet and wriggling her fingers in that cute way she did when something excited her. Nancy found herself hiding a private smile behind her curls before Robin could see her blush. Get a grip, Nancy.

They went off to clean themselves up in the bathroom, rinsing off what they could from their hands and arms. Robin hand shrugged off the top half of her coveralls and tied it around her waist. It was unbearably attractive. Nancy endeavoured not to stare by staring diligently at her own hands as she scrubbed them.

"So," Robin said, breaking the silence, "how are you now?" Robin asked and Nancy snapped her head back up in surprise at the question.

"What do you mean?" Nancy asked, acting as casual as she could manage.

Now Robin seemed to shrink a little, like she was embarrassed, "I mean – um – well, about the paper, I guess."

"Oh," she sighed, biting her lip, and Robin looked abruptly away. Nancy tried to lighten her tone "did Eddie somehow tell you when I wasn't looking?"

"No, no, he didn't," Robin assured her quickly, "I just assumed. Since you're here… in the middle of the day. And I know you've been really unhappy there and you've been thinking about talking to your boss which I can't imagine going well since he's, like, a rich, old, white man. Not that I think you'd have said anything to get fired! It's just that that is what men are like, you know?"

Nancy found herself laughing at her companion's rambling and put a hand on her shoulder to keep her from rambling herself in circles, "I know. But I feel great, Robin."

She seemed to release the tension from her shoulders then, and relaxed under Nancy's hand. Robin was smiling but wouldn't look her in the eye, a sort of bashfulness overtaking her. It was painfully cute.

All Nancy could think about at that moment was how effortlessly Robin had re-routed her day to include her and help her forget the terrible day she'd had up until then. How easily she had brightened her mood, lifted her out of her anger and upset, by knowing exactly what would cheer her up.

"Thank you," Nancy said, and without her brain's permission her throat knotted which doused the words in emotion. She felt her lip quiver and took a breath to contain herself.

Before she could process what was happening, Robin had engulfed her in a hug. Her arms wrapped tightly around her shoulders, face buried somewhere near Nancy's collarbone. One hand brushed up and down her back while the other held her close, and both movements were immensely soothing. She felt safe, cared for. Tears began to fall.

"I'm sorry," Nancy apologised, looping an arm around Robin's waist while the other was trapped against her chest.

"You don't need to apologise."

"I'm just so angry, you know?" She gasped in a soggy breath, "I work so hard and do so much and it's never even noticed."

"I know," Robin whispered.

"It's not fair."

"It's not, you deserve better."

Nancy pulled away, not even enough to break their hold on each other, to look at Robin when she admitted, "That's what I said when I quit."

Robin's eyes lit up, "you quit?" She surged forwards again and held Nancy so tightly, her ribs complained.

"Nance, I'm so proud of you," she was whispering into Nancy's hair again but this time, it was cheerful.

Nancy's smile was watery but genuine when she tightened her arms around the person that always made her feel so much better.

She avoided visiting home as much as she could these days. She'd left Hawkins for a reason, so of course coming back was always slightly sour.

She'd outgrown this town years ago and being back was suffocating. There were a few moments of reprieve; when she got a moment alone with her mum and she gushed about how proud she was of all Nancy had accomplished, when she could get away to see Robin or the Byers-Hoppers (Steve and Eddie had stayed back in Chicago for the holidays, Wayne insisted he come up to them). Mostly though, it was horrible.

She only had to get through two more days. Two days and then she'll be free – she'll hightail it over to the Buckleys', grab Robin and haul ass straight back home.

Until then though, she had to sit through conversations with her family members. The questions she could handle, the small talk was mind-numbing but bearable, but when they started proffering their opinions on things? She hated it. Not so much from the more distant family members, random cousins and uncles that felt the need to put in their two cents – that much was expected and easily ignored. When it came from her dad though, the man she was supposed to look up to, the man whose thoughts had meant so much to her once upon a time (and still did if she was honest with herself), it was a much harsher blow.

She'd just finished recounting the story of how she'd left her job a few months ago and gotten a much better one for another paper. She had thought that her dad would be proud of her, would praise her for knowing her own value and succeeding because of it. Instead he'd hardly looked away from the television, and when he did, he regarded her with derision.

"What's the matter?" Nancy asked, her excited smile from recounting the tale beginning to drop.

"I don't understand why you bother working at all, Nancy. You ought to get married and settle down. You need to be tamed."

She felt like he'd slapped her across the face. He may as well have. She didn't think there was anything he could say that would have hurt worse than that. Ted turned towards the TV again without a second thought, probably already forgetting what he'd said to his daughter. Nancy felt the threat of tears prick her sinuses so she stood and made for her old bedroom before anyone could see her cry.

Despite her fury, she tried hard not to slam the door behind her, instead taking out her frustrations on the drawers. She gripped the wood until her knuckles turned white, her breathing turned erratic as she wrestled her instinct to shout and fight and make him understand.

She wished she was home again. Not for the first time that day, and likely not for the last.

She wanted to be back in Chicago with Eddie and Steve and Robin. The people who understood her, supported her, bolstered even her most outlandish ideas. She missed Eddie's look of awe at everything she did – it was disastrously nourishing to her ego, but she loved that he thought she was "the coolest cat since sliced bread". His words.

Nancy missed talking things through with Steve, she loved his level-headedness and balance. It usually meant that whatever scheme she had cooked up somehow ended up much more effective. He'd occasionally try and talk her down, but he knew her well by now. Knew her stubborn nature.

And she missed Robin. Just Robin. The way she'd always be there. Always cheering her on, always holding her hand when she needed it.

Right now she just wanted her friends.

Unfortunately, whatever higher power was up there felt differently and instead sent Mike.

He lightly knocked and then let himself into the room, seemingly completely unaware of how upset she was.

"Nancy, can you drive me to Will's later?" It was clear that he didn't expect any answer other than a happy 'yes'. He had barely stepped into the room and was already turning to go, knowing he'd not need to fight his case.

Nancy gritted her teeth against the instinct to snap at her brother. After all, he hadn't done anything wrong; she was angry at Ted, not at him.

"Sure," she answered through gritted teeth, giving him a false smile that would fool no one.

Mike looked to take it at face value for a moment, considering whether he should ask her or not. He wavered on the threshold and eventually decided. He looked at her again, this time actually paying attention.

"What's got you all bent out of shape?" He asked. It wasn't unkind, just sort of… thoughtless. It annoyed her all over again.

"Nothing," her voice came out tight and strained, "dad's just– god, he thinks I need to be 'tamed'!" She didn't mean to say it, it wasn't Mike's problem, she knew he wouldn't understand, but she felt like she was going to explode if she didn't let some of her rage free. Like letting steam out of an over-boiling pot.

Mike looked nonplussed and simply stood there as she recounted her father's words and ranted a little. She gestured wildly in her fury and paced the floor. When she was done, she looked to her brother, hoping for sympathy, maybe even understanding.

She was disappointed.

"I mean, he's not wrong. When you have a house and a family, you won't have time to work. That's what girls do, right?" Mike looked like that was the most sensible thing in the world. Like it was fair. Expected. Nancy wanted to throw him out of her window.

"No, Mike, we don't," she spat, "we tend to be living, breathing creatures with brains and ambitions of our own."

Mike looked shocked, he didn't expect her to react so bitterly. He must have noticed his error because he quickly added, "well, that's just what mom did, I guess you can do whatever you want though."

It should have been enough to placate her, really. Mike was young, a product of his sheltered, privileged upbringing. He didn't know better unless someone taught him better. But Nancy was so tired of teaching people things. Sometimes she wished they'd just know.

So she turned away, silently fuming. She gazed out the window, briefly fantasising about an escape plan.

"Can you still give me a ride?" Mike asked, voice small and cautious. This time unsure of what the answer would be.

She put effort into making her voice softer this time, "Yes, Mike, be ready in thirty."

"It can be later if you want, I don't mind," he didn't sound sure, he was clearly still tiptoeing.

"Don't be silly," Nancy rolled her eyes with a sigh, "you'd rather be at Will's than listening to Aunt Carol sing White Christmas badly."

That managed to share a smile between them, tension dropped as they complained together about their very annoying relatives.

When her brother left to pack his overnight bag, Nancy was left to her own devices. A dangerous thing for a woman of her brains, capability and desperation to escape.

In the end she didn't need a grand plan. She was an adult. With her own home and her own car. She could just leave. So she gathered together her things haphazardly and while no one was looking, snuck outside to sling her bags into the back seat.

As she looked back at the house, hoping that Mike would be ready to go, she caught sight of her mum gliding across the window with Holly on her hip. Suddenly she couldn't allow herself to just leave without saying goodbye to them.

Ducking back inside, she managed to dodge beckons for her attention by pretending to need something in the kitchen, but she knew that would hardly work for long. So when she found her rearranging a couple of decorations absently, Holly had since gone off to do her own thing, she grabbed her mum by her wrists and dragged her along.

"Nancy, sweetie," Karen chuckled, trusting her daughter and going along without a fuss. Safely tucked away, she turned to her but clearly hadn't schooled her features well enough.

"You look… thunderous, Nance, are you okay?" She swept a hand down the side of Nancy's face, taming a stray curl and then moving to hold her chin gently.

"I can't be here after what dad said. I can't." Nancy admitted, "I'm leaving, but I needed to say goodbye."

Her mum's face softened in sympathy and she pulled her into a comforting, motherly hug, "it's okay, I understand."

There was no heat in her mother's voice. No strain of upset, no anger, no disappointment. Just love and compassion.

It made sense, really; if anyone was going to understand how it felt to be on the receiving end of her father's soul-crushing remarks and almost neglectful disinterest, it'd be Karen Wheeler.

Nancy squeezed her a little tighter.

"Okay, Wonder Woman," Karen huffed out a small laugh, "best get going before the crowd thins and they notice you leaving, eh?"

Nancy nodded with a sad smile, "thank you," she said. The words were small and broken, her heart broke a little bit too.

Her mother rubbed her back soothingly, "can I see you again before you head home? Or are you leaving tonight?"

"I'm just going to Robin's for now," she assured her. She pulled out of the hug but kept their hands gripped together, "I'll come see you before we go home."

"No no, I'll come see you, we can go for coffee or something." Something in the way her mum said it made Nancy want to cry. Like she was just as desperate to get out, even if only for a few hours.

"Sounds perfect," Nancy smiled knowingly, and before she lost her resolve she took a deep breath, "you know, you and Holly are always welcome in Chicago. Eddie can stay at Robin and Steve's and we'll have the apartment to ourselves."

Tears welled in her mother's eyes, and her lip quivered but she was smiling and nodding gently, "that would be lovely, Nance." She surged forward and wrapped her daughter in a bear hug, "I'm so proud of you. You are a wonderful, wonderful woman."

Nancy pulled back and beamed at her mother, "I got it from my mom," her voice was warm and thick with affection. She hoped it came across in those simple words, just how much she meant it.

Karen's eyes were still welled up but she was stoically fighting them back, determined not to cry. Nancy had seen that look in the mirror.

"I love you, mom," Nancy said, with one last squeeze of her mother's hand.

"Love you more, honey," she smiled through glistening eyes, "now go go go!"

Nancy did just so. She found Holly over by the unsupervised plate of cookies, kissed her goodbye and slipped out in the middle of a loud argument about who sang 'White Christmas' originally. Mike was waiting by the car with a bag slung on his shoulders.

As she pulled up to the Buckleys' house that evening, having dropped Mike off, she'd had plenty of time to consider what she was doing and work herself into knots.

It was unfair of her to spring this on Robin, for her to invite herself over until they decided to go home. It was the holidays, the Buckleys were probably busy with family things. Family that didn't include her.

Nancy was seconds away from driving off without even knocking the door when she caught movement from the corner of her eye.

"What are you doing here, Nance?" Robin asked, running up to the car and flinging the door open a broad smile lighting up her beautifully freckled features. She yanked Nancy out of the driver's seat to pull her into a bone crunching hug.

When she could breathe again, Nancy answered without answering, "I'm so sorry to just turn up like this."

Robin waved her off dramatically with a scoff, "you're always welcome, Nance, my parents love you." The thought made Nancy grin.

"So are you staying the night? Or is this a flying visit? Because if you're staying that'd be super helpful because we've got an odd number so games are a little harder. You can be on my team? I bet my dad will try to steal you though. For your brain." She said the last part with a strange seriousness that was rarely found on her face. Nancy laughed.

"I was hoping to stay the night?" She admitted, "I promise I'll be on your team," she added to sweeten the deal. Robin made a not-so-subtle fist pump and then leaned into the car to grab Nancy's bags. She headed into the house without another word, so Nancy assumed that it was okay. That she was welcome. She trailed up the path behind her friend.

When she stepped inside, she was sweetly assaulted by the smell of gingerbread and wintery herbs. The warmth that spread from the hearth in the living room bled into her bones and warmed her soul. There were carols playing delicately from the radio in the kitchen. Robin had disappeared into her bedroom down the hall, deposited Nancy's bags and returned, stopping through said kitchen, to pick up a bounty of cookies that she offered up.

Nancy took one with a smile. It was such a stark contrast to the chaos of Christmas at her parents'. No overbearing relatives telling her that she looked tired and hadn't done her hair right. No screaming cousins trying to hang off of her arms the moment she appeared. It was peaceful.

Only now, in the lull, did Nancy realise that Robin was wearing the sweater she'd given her for Christmas. It was mostly blue, slightly faded in places, with grey sleeves that frayed at the cuffs and in embroidered lettering across the chest, it read 'I'm a bottomless sea'. She'd found it in a thrift store back in Chicago and immediately imagined Robin wearing it.

Nancy was suddenly overwhelmed by how happy she was to be there.

"Are you sure it's okay with your parents that I'm here?" She asked, worried that she'd disrupt the atmosphere like a hostile species introduced to a thriving ecosystem.

"Let's go ask, Nancy-pants," Robin said through a cheekful of gingerbread. Nancy rolled her eyes at the moniker but followed her as she made off towards the living room.

Robin placed the cookies onto the coffee table and spoke along as she signed to her mother on the couch, "Nancy's here, can she stay the night?"

Mrs Buckley seemed to bolt upright at that and Nancy flinched, preparing to be kicked out. But as she turned and their eyes met, it was clear her worry was for nothing. Mrs Buckley beamed at her with a familiar smile that she'd obviously passed onto her daughter.

Nancy had only been learning sign language for a few months but she had a grasp on the basics. So when Mrs Buckley signed enthusiastically – "Of course! Have you had dinner already?" – Nancy was already bringing up her hands to respond when Robin started to translate.

Nancy felt something flutter in her chest at Robin's surprised, perhaps even impressed, expression.

It was senseless, really; she was sure that she signed like a five-year-old. Robin had no reason to be impressed. Still, though, she felt a blush begin to burn her cheeks.

To Nancy's horror, Mrs Buckley was looking directly at her. A knowing, sly smile encroached on her usually soft, amiable features; she looked downright devious.

This time when Nancy's stomach flipped, she knew it was a concoction made up of embarrassment, nerves and general inner turmoil. She shot a (hopefully subtle) panicked glance at Robin's mother who responded in kind with a subtle wink.

Dear God, I'm screwed, she thought, disastrously aware of her own inability to mask her fast-growing crush. And now said crush's mother was also aware. Fantastic.

She signed an incoherent excuse and all but sprinted to the bathroom to escape the scrutiny of Mrs Buckley's gaze. She pointlessly hoped that the reaction wasn't too transparent. But Robin wasn't a fool. For all the nonsense she rattled out in a day, there was twice as much going on in her mind that was useful. Nancy hoped in vain that the revelation of her feelings were shrouded in the layers of nonsense.

She splashed some cold water on her face and laughed a little hysterically.

She came here to escape the crushing weight of being misunderstood, of being a disappointment, and the claustrophobic press of expectation from her family. Now, here with the Buckleys, she was having a hard time being seen. Ironic, really.

There was a light tap on the door, loud enough to be heard, quiet enough not to startle. Robin's voice came through the door.

"Nance, are you okay?" She sounded worried. Nancy didn't want that.

"I'm fine, Robin-a-Roo," she said with wavering cheer as she unlocked the door, giving Robin a reassuring smile as she came in and closed the door behind her, "it's just weird being home."

Robin just nodded, looking down at her fingers where they fidgeted with the rings there. Nancy fought the urge to take those restless hands into hers.

She was nervous, fidgeting in that way she did when she had pent up feelings that needed to be let out. Robin shifted foot to foot, rhythmically swaying in time with a heartbeat. Nancy grinned and started moving along with her, the monotony peaceful and calming.

After a moment, Robin's eyes lifted up to Nancy's, determined and she spoke a little hurriedly – like she didn't want to not say it – "Why'd you come here, Nance?"

A little taken aback, it took Nancy a moment to realise what she'd been asked. She just blinked, calibrating and considering.

The truth was, the only time she felt relaxed was around Robin. The only time she felt completely herself was existing in the warm glow of Robin's presence. There was nothing she needed to do, nothing she had to explain or justify, she could just be. Any time spent in Robin's company was soothing, she came out of it feeling better, not worse.

That was more than she could say for anyone else in her life.

Mostly, her mother was kind, supportive. But there were times she'd make a needless comment about how skinny she was, or she'd sideways glance at something Nancy had said.

Then there was Steve. Sure, she and Steve were close. She trusted him with her life. But he knew her before. There was still a part of him that thought she might be happy living the small-town life. A part of him that still saw delicate and dainty little Nancy, whether he knew it consciously or not. She could see it, though.

And of course, Eddie was her best friend, her confidant, but he couldn't get it. They were fundamentally different: he followed his heart while she followed her head; he was happy to say a firm "fuck you" to society and live on the outside forever, she was determined to force society into submission until it accepted her, moulded around her. She sometimes felt like he was telling her to give up. Not outright, but it felt that way.

The kids still had a lot to learn. There was a lot they didn't understand just by virtue of their youth. And Nancy would never want to burden them with her own worries.

Robin never let her feel like a burden. She always understood her goals and ambitions. She always reminded her of exactly how much she was capable of. Never put her down or questioned her expertise.

"You get me," Nancy over-simplified, "and I'm happier with you than I am with anyone else."

That seemed to cause some sort of a crisis. Robin suddenly stopped rocking, her fingers stopped fidgeting. Nancy ducked to look her in the eyes, trying to decipher the reaction, and was surprised to find a glint of pride, and a whole lot of happiness bundled into the blue of her eyes.

"I don't have to be 'Nancy', you know?" She tried to explain, but she knew it was an asinine attempt, "I can stop being 'me' for a bit…"

Robin's mouth hung open slightly, toying with a sentence that Nancy could already tell would be rushed and chaotic and jumbled. It made her smile.

Just as Nancy was about to break the silence herself, Robin took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Her voice still sounded strained when she spoke, though. Like she was fighting something back.

"I feel the same about you," the rasp in her voice was more pronounced than usual.

"Really?"

Robin nodded gently, starting to rock again, "you never tell me to slow down when I talk too fast. You let me go off on pointless tangents and talk about random things I find cool. You've never told me to stop moving around – actually you copy me sometimes, and I love it." Her smile was back, but she couldn't look Nancy in her eyes still. Instead, her gaze darted around the small room, settling on anything but Nancy's face.

"You've never made me feel like I'm too much or too loud or too annoying," Robin admitted, Nancy felt her own breath catch and her ribs constrict, "I can be myself when you're here. I kind of want you around all the time."

"You do?" Nancy asked, sounding a little broken.

Robin nodded again with a private smile. It was unsure and quiet. At that, Nancy knew that she needed to be honest.

With a sudden rush of clarity, bravery and affection, she couldn't hold it in anymore.

"I want to be around you all the time," Nancy confessed breathlessly – even to her own ears it sounded more like a plea than a statement.

Only then did Robin's eyes meet hers. There was a hint of something like hope or nerves or excitement in them. Perhaps all three were swimming around in the glassy blue at once; Robin always had kept her feelings in shallow waters. The smallest ripple or break in the surface tension and all came spilling out of her in a crashing cascade of consciousness.

Right now, she was keeping an awful lot at bay – Nancy could see the strain of it in the curve of her raised shoulders, the way that she was curled in on herself.

Nancy took a step forward, something bold taking her over. She reached out to rest her hands on Robin's, hoping that the tremble in them wasn't too noticeable.

She didn't think too much about how automatically she had pulled their clasped hands up to her lips, kissing Robin's knuckles gently. Nancy's entire being thrummed with anticipation at the shiver Robin was unable to suppress at the contact.

The bathroom suddenly felt very, very small. Too small to contain the unspoken words, the inescapable tension, the feelings that were building up to a fever pitch. Nancy felt the pressure of it all squeezing the air from her lungs until she could only draw ragged breaths.

She'd been circling her feelings for Robin for months, only able to keep her distance this long with conscious and continuous effort. The moment her concentration had slipped, her brain had been sucked into the whirlpool that was her obsession with Robin Buckley. Now that she'd gotten this far, she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to pull away again.

They drifted closer still. Nancy's hands had found their way to Robin's waist now, holding on to her belt loops and pulling her ever closer. She struggled to keep her eyes from honing in on Robin's full lips. Their height difference made that hard; they were directly at eye level, and so she got a front row seat to her tongue darting quickly across her bottom lip.

Nancy was hopelessly staring now.

Just barely registering that Robin's hands were shaking, Nancy could feel them slide up her shoulders and settle at the base of her skull. Leaving trails of goosebumps behind with the touch. She fought a shiver. Her entire body pulsed with energy.

She slowly, deliberately pulled herself to her full height and rolled up onto her tiptoes. The distance between them was negligible now, but Nancy kept it there for the moment. Instead of pulling them together completely, she moved her grip, balling her fists into Robin's sweater. The sweater Nancy had gotten for her.

It matched Robin's eyes almost perfectly.

In a broken whisper, Nancy confessed, "I would really like to kiss you."

The words tore a half panicked laugh out of Robin's throat. Nancy almost laughed too, at the look of irritation on her companion's face, like she was inwardly cursing herself.

"Sorry about that," Robin said once she'd gathered herself, and then made an over-serious, sobered face, "I think you deserve to have everything you want, Nancy Wheeler."

A grin broke across her face as she watched Robin's head bob up and down, like that was an absolute. Like it was obvious and unquestionable. Something joyous bubbled in her gut.

Finally – finally – she used her grip on Robin's clothes to pull her down to swallow up the last little bit of distance between them.

When their lips met, Nancy's mind exploded with light and colour and vibrance. Robin's mouth was warm and soft and inviting and so Nancy pushed further up into the kiss, all but begging for more.

Robin seemed happy to oblige, and while keeping one hand curling into Nancy's hair, she wound one arm around her waist, hoisting her up a little more. Nancy thanked her with a whimper that escaped without her permission.

A whimper that descended into an all-out moan when Robin's tongue grazed her top lip. Nancy couldn't be more enthusiastic in opening her mouth to deepen the kiss. The hands that were holding tightly at Robin's chest loosened and found their way up to her shoulders instead, wrapping around them to pull her closer.

Nancy was very aware that she'd need to come up for air soon but by-and-by thought that this would not be a bad way to go: suffocating with Robin's lips on hers, arms strong and desperate and needy wrapped around her.

All good things, though…

When they parted, they were both breathless and hazy, foreheads pressed together still. Neither wanted to separate from the other completely. So they panted and grinned and blinked away the daze, sharing their space, their air and their stability.

Robin managed to speak first, of course, "I'm so glad that that's what you wanted."

Nancy giggled airily, her brain was still a little mushy, "'want'," she corrected, "present continuous."

"Ugh, you nerd," Robin chastised before swooping down to catch their lips into another blistering kiss.

Nancy tightened her arms, still slung around the taller girl's neck to pull them closer but moved to part them again. They remained in each other's space, breathing the same air.

"We should go back out before your parents notice we've been gone," Nancy reasoned.

Robin whined in a way that Nancy shouldn't have found attractive, "but they'll be all annoying until we tell them what's going on."

It made her smile. The fear from earlier forgotten, "let's just go tell them then, your mom already knows about my embarrassingly huge crush on you."

"She does?" Robin seemed genuinely shocked. And then her features softened into something teasing, "I can't believe you have a crush on me, that's so weird."

"I know, right?" She laughed, placing one last chaste peck on Robin's lips and pulling away.

"Wait, just so I'm clear: you have a crush on me?" Robin's voice was a little shrill.

"That's probably understating things," Nancy said while she fixed her hair in the mirror and then spun to face Robin again, "I'm pretty sure you're my favourite person on the planet."

The little "oh," sound that Robin choked out was unbearably cute, and so Nancy felt the need to hold her face in her hands.

"Are you okay?" She asked delicately.

Robin's eyes were watery, moments from spilling over, but she kept her eyes on Nancy's. Gentle and loving and awed.

"Hell yeah, Hot Wheels," she replied softly and Nancy's answering giggle was a bit watery too.

#stranger things #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #ronance fic #fanfic #stranger things fic #ao3 down #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #roo writes

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jaime-brienne-fic-exchange · 1 year ago

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Posting Guide

As hard as it is to believe, we are only a few hours away from the opening of the Jaime x Brienne 2023 Fic Exchange collection! I know, I know, it feels like prompts went out yesterday. But it's okay if you aren't quite done yet--the posting window is two weeks, so there's still time!

However, if you do know you cannot complete a fic please reach out to me as soon as possible so a knight writer can be arranged. Life happens and there’s no shame in needing a little help.

Now with the collection opening soon, here’s some FAQ on posting!

How does posting work?

The exchange portal will open at midnight UTC on August 21st. Once it opens, there are two options: Go to the collection here, and in the top right there will be a ‘Post to Collection’ button Upload your fic to ao3 as usual, and make sure you enter JaimeBrienneFicExchange2023 in the collection field. From here, the process is the same. Fill in the relevant details and ensure you put your recipient’s AO3 name in the ‘Gift this work to’ field. Double check your original prompt to ensure you have the correct name. A few people have different tumblr/AO3 names and we don’t want any fics to go astray. If you’ve already made an AO3 draft before the 21st, make sure you add it to the collection and put in your recipient’s username in the fields mentioned above, and make sure you change the date when posting (or your fic will be buried). Be aware it can cause some shenanigans where the fic may not appear at the top of the page. After that, it’s as simple as clicking post! Your fic will be submitted to the exchange and automatically be made anonymous.

I can see my name, something went wrong!

Deep breath. As the author, when you open your own fic (posted or in a draft), it will say ‘Anonymous [YourUsername]’, but to other users it will simply say ‘Anonymous’. If that is not how it appears, double check that it is added to the correct collection and reach out if you still have a problem. Author’s names will not be revealed until September 12th, when I click the button to reveal them. Feel free to reply to comments during that week. As long as you are logged into the account that posted the fic, all of your comments will also be anonymised.

What about Lil’ Oathkeepers?

I’m glad you asked, imaginary exchange participant that’s totally not me talking to myself! A Lil’ Oathkeeper is a gift that can be any size and shape. It can be art! A video edit! A moodboard! A fic shorter than 1000 words! Or… a fic longer than a 1000 words, but you probably know that. Anyone (you don’t even have to be signed up to the exchange) can make and gift a Lil’ Oathkeeper. I’ll be releasing the prompt spreadsheet and posting instructions once all gifts are posted.

Can I thank my beta in the notes of my story?

Absolutely you can! The betas of the fandom work HARD, they definitely deserve recognition. Just be mindful of including anything in your notes that might reveal who you are. You could choose to name your beta, or just thank them generally and add their name after authors have been revealed.

What if I don’t receive a story?

Everyone gets a story. Authors have until September 4th to post a complete fic, so chances are they just haven’t posted yet. It also might be because your fic needed a knight writer to write it. If this is the case, know that your knight is probably working very diligently to complete it, but might not be able to complete it within the posting window. If it looks like your fic will be significantly delayed (like until after authors are revealed) we will contact you directly to let you know what’s up.

What’s the etiquette around thanking my author?

It can be hard to know what to say when you get a gift fic. Maybe it takes the prompts somewhere you hadn't imagined, or maybe you love it so much high-pitched pterodactyl noises are all you can manage. Maybe it's both. But it is good manners to leave a kudos and a comment. It doesn't have to be a long comment, and length does not equal love, but your author worked hard and deserves to have that effort recognised. And if you don't quite have time to read your gift right now? Please pop in and say so if you can!

Can I promote my story?

Please don’t do this until authors have been revealed through the collection. Once they have, go wild!

Can I rec my gift story?

Absolutely! Share the love! You can choose to rec it while it’s still anonymous, or wait until the authors are revealed. It’s up to you.

Have another question that hasn’t been answered in the FAQs? Just reach out! I can be reached via Tumblr, Discord, or [email protected] and will get back to you ASAP!

Another post will go out once the collection is opened, but for now: keep calm and have fun. I can’t wait to see what you’ve created!

#jaime x brienne #braime #jaime x brienne fic exchange #posting guide #brienne of tarth #jaime lannister #asoiaf #game of thrones

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bromcommie · 5 months ago

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for the ask game: ✨ 🦅 🤲 !

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

Why would you do this to me.............

Jk actually this is good exposure therapy, no matter how profusely it makes me sweat. I don't really know what to say, except maybe: my writing has progressed a lot in the last few years, and I'm proud of that. And sometimes I feel really guilty or silly when I think about the sheer number of hours I've put in writing the same piece of fanfic over and over, or looking up synonyms, or researching 6000 super specific topics. But then I reread a piece I wrote two years ago or my first script from college or even further back, and I think: huh. It was worth it. And looking back on that is a good feeling I think I definitely need to focus on more.

And I really like the way I write dialogue now! And peppering in stuff from the things I research. I don't always know how well it lands, but I sure love doing it.

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

I've only ever tried outlining orpheus but that ended up backfiring sooooo seat of my pants, babey! (said through grited teeth, as I try to make sense of a 1001 post-it notes scattered around my brain and figure out where the fuck I'm going with my current wip) I do need to start doing that more. 🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

He’s picked apart very little other than the inexplicable, acute urge to give the man what he wants – so that he gives up, probably, so that he leaves him alone. So that he stops looking at his friend with hollow eyes, maybe.

It’s all a moot point, of course. He can’t give Rogers what he wants, because what Rogers wants is catharsis, is a closure, and those things are for the living. That’s why man came up with God and philosophy and fate and funerals in the first place – to find a reason for and a way out of grief.

The man who is not the Asset knows he is not dead; he’s reminded of it every time he wakes up to the pounding rush of his own heartbeat in his ears. He’s just not sure he’s really anything else, either.

What is a ghost? An inverse picture, a still-open wound. Recognition without recollection, meaning: a negative space. Trying to find one safe place to cling to in a world no longer meant for you, meaning: to haunt.

What is a person? A choice, a life; many choices, many lives. Evolution, meaning: memory, rewriting itself into something new.

He thinks he could do that, if that’s what it took.

#possuminabathtub #asks #ask game #snippet #thanks friend! sorry it took me a hot second

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gintokiu · 1 year ago

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

love love love getting Tumblr messages, especially if they come from Rena! thank you so much for thinking to tag me and get me back on this ye olde blog. I will do my best to answer since most of my favorites are unfinished and waiting for me to have time to complete them asdfgh anyway, starting from the bottom:

5. Unfinished, unposted work: Worth the Wait

This one is fun because it's something I'm currently working on and I am soo obsessed with it; it's an AU of a fantasy game that I've put way too many hours into recently. I think that the overall premise of the story is something akin to finding things in places that you wouldn't expect them to be, which I always love when it comes to Gintoki and Hijikata, because that's kind of like, their thing? It's set right now to be three or four chapters long and ahh I can't wait for it to be done. I hope, like usual, that the AU doesn't shy people away because they might not know about it/played the game. :') I can't help I only like writing AUs I'm sorry adsfgh

4. Fahrenheit

This story has such humble beginnings and such a warm place in my heart. It was actually the first ginhiji fic I ever wrote and oh god, it was fucking horrible. Rewrote it when I matured more as a writer and am hoping that I figure out where exactly I want this one to end because it's a bit of a toss-up. Right now, I am simply enjoying writing all the modern-day fluff and antics (and sex) until the plot decides to cement itself properly in my brain.

3. Hirudinea

The big one, the one that my brain refuses to write even though I have the plot all there waiting for me to write it. The powerpoint for this story is crazy. I'm looking forward to one day getting to tie this one up with a nice little bow and give it the proper love it deserves, but I want to finish other things first. Forcing myself to write things only ever ends in me hating them and I refuse for that to be the case with this story because there is so much love for it in me and seemingly in the community <3

2. Ninety-Nine and The Flight, the Fall, and the Forsaking of a Crow

There are two for this spot because I can't make up my mind. The Flight is another one with very humble beginnings. I wrote this, god, six or so years ago originally? Rewrote it when I started posting my work and fell in love with the new rendition of it so much. I'm such a sucker for transformations and gaining new understandings of the world, which is exactly what Gintoki gets to go through, which is why it means so much to me. The pacing is there, the emotion is there. Truly one of my favorites of mine that remind myself that I can write sometimes, LOL.

Ninety-nine I love because it is so easy to write. It's the child that never backtalks, never gets in trouble-- it's just golden. The plot for this is fleshed out all the way to the end and the powerpoint is thirty slides longer than Hirudinea's at a whopping 91 slides. It's a beast. I have end chapters completely written, just waiting for the rest of it to catch up. While definitely not my most popular piece, it's the one that I love to work on the most and I hope I can give it the ending that it deserves :') ahhh there's so much I want to say but can't so I'll just leave it here and talk about it later when it gets closer to being complete.

Things That Happen During the In-Between

Certainly did not expect this work to get the recognition that it did when it was posted. When I tell y'all that I hated this story for the longest time because I reread the same scenes fifteen, twenty times over, edited each one at least three or four times super in-depth to the point where it became beyond predictable in my mind. So then I post this, and people are all like "I cried!" I'm like HUH what do you mean you cried? this work sucks?? So then I waited like a month, reread it, and understood that yeah, okay, I actually didn't do that bad of a job with this one. My personal favorite aspect of this story is the characterization, because there are so many parts where I can read through it and say with confidence that that's a very "them" thing to say/do. (I also just love and adore the second movie, it's such a good film and I'm glad that I was able to do it some justice with this story.)

this was such a treat to do, once more thank you @renamusing for tagging me <3 I'll send a few out to some authors who I think are active on my tumblr so if you get one then consider it a little forehead kiss mwha

#ginhijigin #ginhiji #alex talks #im going to be more active on here hopefully #my works

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adonis-koo · 9 months ago

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Do you want a bigger fandom or do you like it, how it it’s right now ( I think you deserve more recognition because wicked and your other stories are so gooooooddddd )

Feels weird to refer to my readers as a fandom lol, truthfully I don’t think having more readers will fix the issue, I already have almost nine thousand followers, I’ve been on this app for probably five or six years now so naturally people have probably come and gone from my reading, some people only support certain fics etc. And I have no issues with this! Read what piques your interest on my blog and if it’s only one fic that’s totally fine!!

But overall I don’t really want more followers in this sense because I don’t think it’ll fix anything. An example is Wicked gets about seven hundred notes per chapter, about six hundred and twenty of those are likes and I’ll get maybe fifty reblogs and roughly ten to fifteen comments on the actual post (WHICH I just found out I’m now able to reply with THIS blog rather then my main account which is a total game changer with giving even more interaction with readers)

On a regular chapter though I could average about twenty to even thirty asks, mixed between users and anon’s, last chapter interaction had to be prompted; I only received two asks the whole day and a half and only after posting about the lack of engagement did I received an average amount of engagement.

This update for wicked has had a sharp drop off in likes at only close to four hundred, maybe thirty reblogs and probably 5 to 10 comments, however my asks were once again very dry, I only received two asks within the first three days of updating (it usually only takes 24 hours for asks to start rolling in).

Generally engagement will generate more engagement, that’s just how it works. But no engagement = no engagement 🤷‍♀️

I’m not trying to actively complain, I experienced this heavily with tease once i got close to chapter 20, so it’s not an unfamiliar concept to me. People want long fic’s but I’ve found that if it extends past fourteen to fifteen chapters, people begin to get bored and drop off, that’s what’s happened with wicked I suppose.

Anytime I feel discouraged I remember an old tumblr post that talks about imagining all the people who have read your fic being in a room with you, 400 people is overwhelming to imagine being in a room with me! But it doesn’t change that I sit here a lot of days and think about the people who only drop a like.

It’s like saying; your fic is really good, it made me feel all the feelings, I loved to consume it and I’m now onto the next. It’s good!!! but it’s not that good; it’s good but it’s not good enough for me to click twice to reblog it; it’s good; but it’s not good enough for me to bother writing you an ask or dropping a comment, it’s good; you want engagement? okay I’ll just write ‘part 2???’ or how about ‘update pls!!’

I’m not really talking about anything new, this has been an ongoing issue in writing for an unfortunately very long time; even my biggest fic Sate just hit 5 thousand notes! I had enough engagement with the fic that I considered it a personal success but when you look at the statistics of it, it’s kinda messed up that it had to take five thousand people just for six hundred to reblog it and only twenty three people to drop a comment.

Anyways I didn’t mean to ramble about this, I guess it’s just been on my mind as I wonder about what direction I take this blog and if I want to keep writing, to answer your question; I don’t really put much stock into my following because it evidently doesn’t really count towards what I write, I’ll always be flattered when people chose to support by following but it’s not a number I put a lot of value in

#missy answers #anon #ooops didn’t mean to ramble #i do have a few more wicked asks I will be answering later 🥰

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earthtooz · 2 years ago

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you begging other blogs for support is kinda funny tbh

dude there is no ‘i’ in tumblr, i am not running this one-man show alone !!!! anyone liking and reblogging posts should be considered as ‘supporting me’ and for their support i am very grateful. and like… for an 8k worded fic that i slaved over FOR SIX FUCKING DAYS… i think i’d like a bit of ‘support’ and recognition for how much hard fucking work i put into that shit. for all the hours i spent tapping away at my laptop i didn’t preempt tumblr absolutely nerfing me.

on another note, i don’t know what made u think this was a relatively acceptable ask to put in my inbox /gen 😭😭😭 bc i’m so utterly confused 😭😭😭

have a good day tho, anon!

EDIT: so apparently i was too nice in this response.

this is what my friend has to say: stop being nice this person doesn’t deserve a good day i hope they stub their toe while holding a glass of water and they spill it on their socks.

SECOND EDIT: my other friend has something to say too: "fuck you what do you know abt posting on tumblr bitchass"

i'm not a mean person so i'd be grateful that you're dealing with me and not my unhinged moots...

#earf’s inbox hours ✌️#i mean like true this ask was genuinely uncalled for

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iridecsense · 2 years ago

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this is very well said.

while i do appreciate likes and when new followers spam like my work, it doesn’t encourage me to write more.

as someone who is dedicating their life to writing, fanfic is an outlet for me to have fun while also improving my skills. but i can’t improve or find the joy in writing fanfic without feedback and motivation.

i am motivated to write when i get feedback and comments on posts or in my inbox. i am motivated when someone reblogs and recommends my work to others. i am motivated when followers interact with me, message me, and request fics from me. these are the things that keep fanfic writers writing.

it is the lack of these things that causes writers like me who work, attend university, and have families to care for to put fanfic writing aside or retire completely. personally, it is why i tend to have such terrible dry spells.

‘why dedicate hours if my free time writing something that wont get appreciated?’ i’d have thoughts like this.

make no mistake, we love getting likes! likes are nice, keep ‘em coming! but, without the reblogs to match, many fanfic authors’ hard work—all their great fics—are lost in tumblr’s overwhelming sea, unable to get the rightful recognition they deserve. writers want to be proud of their work, but we can only be proud if we get feedback. we can only be motivated by your support.

if you want to keep your favorite fanfic blog writing, reblog, comment, and send them letters in their inbox.

we will love and thank you for it. ♡

this is a rant/vent post. if you are interacting with it you are acknowledging that this is my opinion and my feelings

i don't think i've mentioned it before but i feel like i need to make a dedicated post. please reblog fanfic from creators. tumblr is a website that thrives off of reblogs. likes are not enough interaction.

i used to see post like this one from creators complaining about it before and i didn't understand why it was a problem. now, as a creator, i'll try to explain. watching people go through my account and spam like most/all of my content without a single reblog makes me feel like shit. feedback and reblogs tell creators that you enjoy their work and you want them to create more.

it's incredibly demotivating to see people spam like my account and not leave any kind of feedback. part of the reason why i publicly create fanfiction is because i want you to tell me what you like about it, what i could improve on, anything.

people stop creating because when putting time and effort into something that you don't acknowledge anything about makes us feel like shit. why would you keep creating if nobody cares about the things you make?

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Never Have I Ever - Bill Hader x Reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, Language

Theme: SMUT and a lot of Fluff

Summary: hi! I hope you’re having a wonderful day! I have a Bill Hader x Reader smut request for you. The reader and Bill both work at SNL and during some after party or something, reader is talking with the ladies and they’re talking about sex and stuff. Kristen or Maya says to reader what about you? and reader admits to having never really enjoyed sex all that much, and they’re all shocked. They ask more questions and come to find out that reader has seriously never enjoyed anything and then even the guys get involved in the stupid discussion. Everybody’s baffled that reader hasn’t even enjoyed receiving oral. During this discussion Bill seems a little more stone faced than usual. The two have a sort of flirty relationship and everybody knows it. Obviously Bill has to do something about the fact that reader hasn’t enjoyed sex before, so they go home together and the next day at work everybody teases them. I'm sorry if this is a lot, I tend to not make many requests. Thank u so much!

Word Count: 4.36k

A/N: Honestly @beekaspbrak deserves so much recognition for putting up with my late ass with finishing this fic. Thank you so much for dealing with me, you have been absolutely lovely and I hope this fic is okay. A huge shout out to @did-u-just-smell-me for always being my biggest supporter and answering my dick questions. I love you buddy. I also really need to stop putting Hader and the reader in walks home.

It was roughly two hours into the weekly cast party. Almost half the cast was tipsy or leaning towards being drunk. The lot of you in Buddakan, the Asian-fusion restaurant that Lorne Michaels had introduced you to.

Of course, Lorne was off somewhere throughout the restaurant, probably off impressing some business owner. I mean, what did you expect?

A smile aglow upon your lips as you nuzzled into your newest cast member’s shoulder, Kristen. She was absolutely hilarious and practically sucked the audience’s attention solely on her in almost any sketch she appeared in.

The drink you had ordered, Fate, half-finished, sitting content in your stomach after you had haphazardly plucked at your meal.

“You gonna finish that?” Kristen whispered amongst the chattering of your other cast members.

You eyed the remaining potstickers that had remained on your dish and gave her a slight shake of the head. No matter how long you had been at Saturday Night Live, you never really seemed to have much of an appetite after the show.

Maybe it was your anxiety. Kristen quickly snagged a potsticker, and you looked up only to catch eyes with yet another cast member, Bill Hader.

His brows furrowed in concern, perhaps at the sight of you not really eating much of your dinner. You could practically see the man startle in his seat once he realized you caught him staring at you.

“What?” you mouthed across the table.

“Everything okay?” he asked, and you quickly nodded.

Despite seeming semi unconvinced by your response, you eyed as Bill mindlessly went back to twirling his Lo Mein between his fork. Every now and then, his blue eyes flickering up in your direction.

You and Hader had always been close, closer than most. More specifically, when he had joined the show in late 2005, he became a good friend alongside Andy Samberg. Especially on Mondays when you’d often find yourself spitballing ideas together for sketches.

Bill made you feel secure in almost anything you did; I mean, damn, you practically knew how each other ticked by the time an entire season had gone by. Despite the constant teasing and flirting between you two, you knew he’d do anything for you, and you’d do anything for him.

It was pretty evident that something was gonna happen between you and Hader. Except it had been roughly a year, and yet here you still were tiptoeing around each other. Subtlety was his style, lingering glances, holding onto you longer than is usual, and the suggestive comments.

Kristen was practically itching to see the two of you break the ice and fuck at some point. Except for what you hated to admit, you hoped to god that day would never come. Nothing against Bill, or anyone for that matter. You just couldn’t see yourself finding enjoyment in that kind of experience.

Even in college, your roommates were shoving dating apps with hot guys looking to hook up in your face. Nothing ever really felt right about sex to you, and you pushed that thought far down into your subconscious.

You had always felt slightly alienated upon discovering those feelings of yours. Clearly, you’ve tried it out, giving in to some random guy you happened to find attractive on Tinder. Except you had left that night feeling sick to your stomach and uneasy, he was nice sure, but it didn’t mark all the boxes your friends said it would.

The thought of Bill becoming privy to that information made you recoil into yourself. Maybe that was why you two never got anywhere; you’d probably just turn the man down.

You sighed and took another swig of your drink, eyeing the rest of your cast members and the scattered conversation. Andy and Will engaging in some dumb drunken game, Seth and Amy chatting off to the side. Bill being nudged into some conversation with Fred, Jason, and Kenan.

“I have an idea,” Maya, who sat on the other side of you, said, causing you to startle slightly before breaking into laughter.

“And that idea is?” you hummed, gathering Kristen’s attention while you were at it.

“Let’s talk about our firsts!” she exclaimed, and you instantly had clammed up in your seat.

Of course, you had to be present when the group discussed sex, not at any fault of their own. You just knew soon they’d find out, just like your roommates did in college. And the fact that Bill was present made your stomach do somersaults.

“God mine was the worst, boy didn’t even know what he was doing.” Kristen snickered, and you forced a smile upon your face.

You could remember it vividly; the slight discomfort and the fact that you barely knew the guy made it ten times worse. You didn’t even realize that the conversation had continued and that Maya and Kristen were staring at you.

“Huh?” you murmured.

“What about you Y/N, you’ve been awfully silent.” Maya teased, nudging you playfully.

“Oh, guess I just don’t have much to say on the topic to be honest.” you said, not daring to make eye contact.

“I’d say you are a pretty attractive individual, you are telling me no one has ever wanted to bang that?” Maya exclaimed, gathering some attention from others sitting at the table.

“Eh it’s just not really my kind of thing to be honest, been there done that. Never really found that much enjoyment in it all.” you admitted, and it was like you had struck a match.

“Wait so you don’t like sex?” Kristen asked, and you grimaced when Bill’s eyes flickered over to yours.

“I bet someone can fix that,” Maya snickered, and you shot her a look that could kill.

“Yeah...pretty much.” you gravitated towards your drink, trying to do something to avoid this.

“So like not even oral?” Maya whispered in awe, and pretty soon, the conversation had gained the attention of Amy, Seth, and, unfortunately, Hader.

Seth and Amy throwing in their own questions to which you’d simply shake your head no. The shock evident upon their faces in their drunken giddy states. You felt like an exhibit for people to gaze upon; here is an adult who doesn’t find enjoyment in fucking some random stranger.

Shocker.

You waited; you waited patiently for Hader’s typical playful remark about your nonexistent sex life. Except there he sat, saying absolutely nothing, and his eyes boring into the wall behind you.

Good god, you made the man uncomfortable. Here’s to ever hoping Hader ever wants to date you.

You sighed in defeat, downing the rest of your drink and shamefully looking at your unfinished dinner plate. All eyes on you, and you gave a slight smile before mentioning something about how it’s late, you’re tired, and yes, you don’t like sex that much.

It was apparent they were just toying with you, and you weren’t upset. Or annoyed, but for your sake, it was past two in the morning.

“Oh honey, make sure to text us when you get home. You know we love you right?” Maya said, coming to pull you in for a quick hug.

It was tight and comforting, and through and through, you loved them all. Even if your castmates made you wanna crawl into your skin sometimes.

As usual, Lorne would be paying for the meal; without much thought, you slid out of your chair, placed your napkin on the table, and began to walk out. Giving a quick wave before strolling out into the busy streets of New York City.

You had come to love the place, its distinct smells, and the bright lights that complemented the night sky. The way that you could run into absolutely anyone and no one at any time, and the way that you could get lost in yourself and everything around you. It was comforting, it was raw, and it was distant at the same time.

The new sneakers you bought the other day scuffing alongside the sidewalk. And you breathed into the autumn air, trying not to remember what had just happened in there.

Cabs rolling by, almost tempting you to hop in one. In all honesty, you wanted to take the long walk back to your apartment. Almost mentally have time to prepare yourself for the skits your coworkers would try to throw you in.

“Hey, uh, Y/N,” a voice called out from behind you, distracting your thoughts.

You follow it until you see Hader awkwardly jogging towards you, trying to catch up with you. Biting back the sure-fire grin that begged to meet your lips, you watched the man in awe.

Of course, Bill would come running after you; maybe he finally got a punchline for one of his jokes about you. Instead, despite the slight rise of his chest and rushed breathing from the running. His eyes crinkled in concern like they always did, his fingers held together in a messy knot.

“Are you okay?” he breathed out.

You stared at the man blankly, debating whether or not you should be honest and tell him the truth. It wasn’t that you weren’t okay per-say; you were just kind of tired of being the odd one out. It was like college all over again.

Except all you could do is just let out a pained sigh and gave him that look that spoke for itself. The way his eyes softened as he timidly reached his hand out to rest upon your shoulder. You eyed him in amusement as he anxiously swept his hand back to his side, clearly regretting his action.

“Yeah, I can’t imagine you enjoyed any of that. I just hate seeing you upset, you know?” Bill cleared his throat and looked down towards the pavement.

“Thanks Bill, you’re too kind. I’ll be fine, let’s just hope and pray then don’t turn it into some sketch.” you cracked a smile, and sure enough, he gave you one back.

“Oh I really hope that they don’t, last thing I need is for anyone to pretend to have sex on live television.” Hader smirks, and you can practically see the wheels turning in his head, almost as if he wants to say something else.

“Hey Y/N, do you mind if I walk you home tonight? I just don’t want you walking home alone and I wouldn’t mind hanging out some more.” Bill timidly asks, and within an instant, you are nodding excitedly in response.

Long were the days where the two of you would get shit-faced at local bars and crash back at your place. Hader knew how to brew the coffee on your fancy espresso machine your parents bought you, and he knew your guest room in and out.

Of course, all of these sleepovers are totally platonic. Nothing more than just simple friends, right Bill?

Except something about Hader tonight seemed different, and honestly, a night with Hader seemed so much better than what you had already endured. He already knew the drill, especially after cast parties, especially helping each other find ways to destress.

The two of you walk in tandem, cracking jokes as per usual, and falling a little bit too close into each other. Bill seemed more anxious than he usually was, and despite the normalcy, you could tell this was something more than what you were used to with him.

“You okay?” you ask quietly into the night sky.

“I love you-“the words tumbled out of his mouth, and his hands crashed to cover his, almost in betrayal of himself.

“What?” you exclaim, shock heavily evident on your face.

“I-I,” Hader stammers, trying to process what the fuck just happened. “God, Y/N, I love you. I have for so long now, and lord I don’t know what’s come over me. I am so sorry.” he says quickly as you hang onto his every word.

You had to slightly pinch yourself or move past the speculation that maybe Kristen or Maya put him up to this. Except you knew he would never play such a foolish prank on you, and if everyone else could see something between you two, it had to be true.

“Why are you sorry?” you whisper while your feet push you closer to him. He stands rigid while you carefully look at him, hands reaching to cup his face.

“You know, I love you too, I always have.” you smile softly, admiring the way his lips looked so kissable.

Bill lets out a soft inhale and falls into you. His hands snaked around your waist, his lips crashing into yours, and it was pure bliss. If you excused the dominance that had been a product of long extensive waiting between the two of you.

When you two finally pull away, you take a quick look at him. He is absolutely stunning, and you knew exactly where this would have been leading towards. You waited for the usual sense of unease and discomfort to crawl up in you, except nothing came.

Here was a man you trusted with your whole heart, he was someone you knew, and he loved you. He always did, and you did him. It was never in doubt. Blue eyes boring delicately into yours, that same concern flooding in like they always did.

“Come on Bill, let’s go back to my place. It’s not too far from here.” you say, with a slight grin.

It really wasn’t that far, and within seconds you are pushing each other into the apartment space. Your keys dropping onto your doormat, and the two of you messily kissing your way into your bedroom.

Falling onto the bed, the two of you deepen the kiss, Hader moaning in content as he pulls you closer to him. His legs entangled with yours, and hands cupped upon your face. You can’t help yourself but smile at the idea that had been living in your brain all year coming true.

Except that is until he abruptly stops. His eyes widened as he took you all in before clearing his throat and staring wide-eyed at you.

“Listen we do not have to do anything that you don’t want to, I never wanna pressure you or anything ever. Like seriously, I can stop if you need me to.” Bill exclaims quickly.

“Something about you, it just feels….safe. I trust you, I mean I always have, but yes. I will let you know if- you know?” you say softly.

You could see the wheels spinning in his brain, filtering in your words, checking just in case to make sure you were okay. When all seemed alright to proceed, he motioned towards your shirt. You gaped before carefully pulling it off, leaving you in your bra.

Hader practically tried to compose himself before doing the same; you smiled at the beauty that was…well him. Every intricate detail, so utterly beautiful. His fingers anxiously moved up to tug at his hair before you reached up to give him a quick kiss. Letting him know that there wasn’t anything to fret about.

“God you’re beautiful, like everything about you Y/N, it’s just perfection.” he whispered, and your heart skipped a beat.

Now exposed as ever, his fingers ever so delicately began to trace intricate patterns onto your skin. You shivered at the way it tickled ever so softly, trying to hold back a grin. While the two of you took each other in fully.

Even if this wasn’t what you had imagined, definitely not Hader in your bed, or god forbid brushing against your lips. You wanted to explore the unknown; you wanted to study him.

Soon enough, kisses began to become intimately peppered up and down your stomach and arms, your eyes closed, moaning at the way his lips felt on your skin. That is until he stopped at your bra and silently gestured if it was okay to remove.

With a quick inhale, you nodded and tried to stifle laughter as he struggled with the clasps of your bra. There he went murmuring something that made you laugh even harder, and before you could mumble something back, his lips crashed onto yours.

Your kisses become messier by the minute as the two of you worked to take each other’s remaining clothes off. Leaving you now in nothing but your underwear, Bill’s fingers timidly etching down towards your entrance. His eyes look back up at you for reassurance, and you only nod as you lay back in pure pleasure.

His fingers rubbing quickly and delicately at your clit, a sharp moan escaping your lips while you lay back and take him all in. You felt your pussy growing practically wetter by the minute, and you wanted him inside you.

“God baby you are so wet,” he groaned.

You couldn’t help but notice the rather large tent that had taken up space in his boxers, realizing that you had that effect on him. It felt interesting; it felt right; taking a deep breath, you slowly nudged for him to slide his boxers off.

Within seconds he slid them off, and you marveled at the sight in front of you. It was the perfect length, and all you could think about was how it was gonna feel inside of you. God, you wanted him. Was this how sex was supposed to be?

You had cringed at how it was for you in the past, fucking random strangers who only wanted you for your body. Instead, now it was exciting, and with someone you love. Never once did Hader make you think otherwise.

Sitting upright, you laid down on the bed, hinting that you were ready to continue. Bill nodded before quickly reaching in to grab a condom from his back pocket. You watched as he slipped it onto his cock, before moving over to line up with you.

A soft exchange of kisses was shared before sinking down into each other, his cock pushing down into your pussy. A gasp escaped your lips, trying to catch your breath at the sudden feeling of being inside of him.

Within seconds the two of you began to rock back and forth, closer than you had ever been. Moaning passionately until the two of you had found a fast momentum.

“I love you so much Bill.” you practically yelped as he quickly reciprocated, his hips almost thrusting harder into you. The two

Your fingers digging deeper into his hold, trying to steady your breathing as the two of you sped up the pace. You could feel yourself clench in pleasure, the pit of your stomach curling in, letting you know that you were about to reach your breaking point.

“Keep going, god keep going.” you groaned as he bucked harder into your pussy. The orgasm washes over you, catching your breath as you helped him finish for himself.

Moans of pleasure erupting as you slowly slid out of him, staring at him with an adoration that you didn’t know was possible. Even as a sweaty mess, he looked gorgeous. Every single thing about him, whether the way his hair was absolutely destroyed by its composure or the coarse sweat that glistened up and down his body. He really was a sight to see, and he was all yours from this night onwards. The way he slowly kissed your forehead before leaning back down on the bedspread.

The two of you fall back onto the bedspread, and you find yourself curling into him. Bill’s hold on you tightening more securely, quickly asking if you were comfortable.

The bright light of your alarm clock catching your eyes, grimacing at how late it was. It was practically early morning at this point; within an hour or two, the sun was gonna come up. Tomorrow morning was gonna be a bitch to deal with.

Except maybe not, at least with Hader laying in bed beside you. A soft smile slipping onto your lips at the idea, morning kisses, sharing coffee, and mentally preparing for work the next day. I mean, it was already Sunday at this point; Monday was gonna be….something special.

You let the overwhelming drowsiness you had been holding off take over and fall deeper into Bill’s hold.

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You awoke to the sun streaming in through your windows and enveloped in the arms of a grown man. Although the man was a literal heater, you could not help but shiver at the mere fact that the two of you were still naked from.... you know, last night. Not to mention it was Autumn, and your dumbass had left the window open. You quickly glanced at the alarm clock, and it was nearly Sunday afternoon at this point. Half the day, wasted. Good.

The idea of leaving Hader's warm embrace wasn't ideal. Still, coffee was calling your name, and you wanted to try and make Bill his favorite expresso drink. It changed every now and then, but you felt pretty confident about what to create in the kitchen that morning. Slipping on a random t-shirt and slipping back on your undergarments, you quietly strolled into the kitchen.

No matter how hard you tried to muffle it, a huge smile fell upon your lips at the idea of last night. If you weren't prior, you were undeniably smitten with Hader. While on the topic, the man had an absolutely stunning body, god you were becoming weak at the knees, for Christ's sake.

You cracked two eggs on top of the stove and a few slices of bacon, letting it sizzle and remind your growling stomach that you really didn't eat anything last night, come to think of it. You cracked another egg, just in case.

The expresso machine huffed at you, signaling that it was time to prep the drinks. You turned around towards the machine before two arms wrapped themselves around your waist. A quick kiss planted upon your head before you met those familiar blue eyes of the man you adored so dearly.

"You beat me to the machine, come on Y/N. You know how much I love to play barista." Bill smirked, his morning voice peaking out.

"Next time, I promise. Now go get some plates, I made us breakfast." you hummed before pulling Bill in for a quick kiss.

"I know I could smell it from the bedroom, but I'd rather have you for breakfast." he growled before you playfully kicked him in the side.

"Oh dear lord William, save it for the bedroom." you smirked while finishing the coffee and turning off the stovetop burner.

The two of you crawled onto the couch, carefully settling the food and drinks down onto your coffee table, and you handed Bill the remote. A usual ritual that stemmed between the two for as long as you have been friends. Is that he shows you a new movie from his long ass list of movies that he absolutely loves. If anything, you loved seeing the man in his element as he would more often or not lean over to tell you little facts about the film. Whether it is creative decisions that the director put into the film or fun facts about the titular actors and if they had done crazy drugs later in life or not.

Today's film happened to be Don't Look Now, an indie cult classic about a family that had moved to Venice after their child died. You smiled comfortably while cuddling up to Hader and letting yourself get absorbed into the story.

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"What's up with you Y/N? You are acting a little bit too cheery for a normal Monday afternoon." Maya commented, catching you off guard.

"Yeah, did something happen over the weekend that we should know about?" Kristen asked, quirking her eyebrows as if you were some enigma.

"Oh nothing, just spent a little time with a special someone." you said ever so quietly before making knowing eye contact with Hader, who was sitting across the room.

The two of them eyed you curiously before it hit them all at once, their eyes widening in realization. Kristen practically bugging out in her seat, you could see the 'I told you so" brewing in her head. That is until Lorne walked into his office to start off the week and for the group to bounce ideas off for this week's show.

You were spared, for now, that is, until the meeting was over. This undoubtedly meant that Maya and Kristen would have the full ability to squawk their asses off at the fact that you and Hader had finally fucked. All throughout the meeting, you could only grimace as the minutes passed towards your death sentence. God, if you weren't flustered by the inevitable teasing that you were gonna receive, imagine Bill's reaction. The man was gonna turn as red as a fucking tomato; you just knew it.

"Get writing guys." Lorne announced finally, and there you were, being practically dragged out of the room by Kristen and Maya.

"Was it good? Was it big?" Kristen cried, giggling as Maya gave her a stern look.

"No, how the hell did Hader manage to seduce you into having sex with him. I mean we all saw him Saturday night, the man was practically a statue at the dinner table." Maya snorted at the memory, and you couldn't help but crack a smile as well.

"He walked me home, and things led to another. I don't know guys, it just felt right, and yes Kristen, it was big. Are you happy?" you deadpanned, trying to hold the growing smile that was begging to show up on your face.

"Not yet, Seth, Amy, get your asses over here! Wait until we tell you what Y/N did this weekend!" Kristen hollered, and you felt yourself melting into the floor at this point.

You looked up to see Bill absolutely rigid where he stood as the realization settled in, and you couldn't help but laugh at what was to come. The two of you were never gonna live this down; neither was Bill and his tomato face.

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