#fun to think about even if I’m struggling with the words to really dig into this lmao

[caffernnn]

do you have ships (Across fandoms) that are similar in nature? or have you shipped a dynamic because they have kind of the same flavor as your other otp from another fandom?

I think in the same way that there’s a throughline your could draw between a lot of the characters I favor, there are notable similarities between the ships i get attached to. There’s an aspect of it that comes from attachment to certain tropes or whatever (sun/moon, cat/dog, childhood friends etc etc), but a big part of it is like… compelling themes to explore? If that makes sense??

For example, one of the character types I find myself drawn to is one that is seen as more reserved, perhaps monotone, read as aloof and unfeeling on their face, BUT people who are allowed to get close and actually see them (best friend, rival, the audience in certain moments) get to see the emotions and passions and care residing within them. When I’m given a character like that, that might struggle with untangling and understanding their own thoughts/feelings for xyz reason (trauma, tism, etc etc), I’m compelled to pair them with a counterpart that either 1) can read them like a book, or 2) sticks around and shows interest/care even if they don’t know what’s up with them.

Idk, I think it’d be hard to condense all of them down too concisely, but there are def some patterns in there. “People-pleasing earnest-yet-repressed person who understands/accepts emotions until they’re their own” + “person who would act on their emotions/desires if they could just figure out how to name them.” “Hopelessly hopeful” + “hopeless enough.” Some flavor of devotion that lends itself to potential tragedy, usually in that “don’t go where I can’t follow” or “the world wants you but won’t save you — let me take care of you” way. I’m drawn to stories about love built from someone connecting with you enough to make your world bloom; I’m drawn to exploration of the coinflip grief attached to that type of love that makes people desperate. Homura Akemi, Lan Wangji, Takina Inoue, Rei Suwa — you get the vibe.

Love my Haru and Haru-adjacent pals. Love the Makoto and Makoto-adjacent pals. Not all of my ships are clones of my otp, but looking at what I enjoy from each of the pairings starts to show why I keep coming back to 💚them💙 overall. I enjoy other pairings, other dynamics, but like… they’re my home port.

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

Relax // Hazel Callahan*

request: none!

prompts: none!

summary: after a long hard day at work, you want nothing more than to nap with your girlfriend to help you relax. but hazel has a different idea…

warnings: smut, cunnilingus, fingering, softdom!hazel, munch!hazel, sub!reader, language

w/c: 863

a/n: reader has fem anatomy, no pronouns used for reader, pushing the munch!hazel agenda fr

sorry its kinda short :/

You groaned as you flopped onto Hazel’s bed, relief flooding your body as you finally got off of your legs. You had just worked a double shift and you honestly couldn’t remember the last time you had sat down. Your entire body was sore and you wanted nothing more than to cuddle up with your girlfriend and sleep for as long as you could.

“Long day?” Hazel asked, propping herself up on her side as she gazed at you before running her fingers through your hair.

“Everything hurts,” you whined, your tense muscles relaxing slightly at her touch, “Just wanna go to sleep. I’m so tired.”

Hazel frowned sympathetically and leaned down to kiss your forehead. “Y’know… I might just be able to make you feel better.”

You finally turned your head towards her and looked at her skeptically. “How?”

Hazel grinned slyly and moved closer, leaning over you. “I can think of a few ways…”

You couldn’t help but whimper at her tone and the look on her face, knowing exactly what she was implying. And despite how exhausted you were, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t intrigued.

Hazel smirked. “Yeah?”

You nodded, heat pooling in between your thighs almost instantly. Hazel practically pounced on top of you, leaning down to kiss you hungrily, as if she had been wanting you all day and now finally had a reason to act on her needs, and yours. You reached down to undo her belt only for Hazel to gently pull your hands away and place them above your head.

“Nuh-uh, baby. This isn’t about me. I wanna help you feel better,” Hazel said before leaning down to kiss you again.

You reached up and wrapped your arms around her neck, tugging her impossibly closer, the stress and tension inside of you slowly slipping away at the feeling of her lips on yours. Hazel reached down and slipped her hand beneath the waistband of your jeans, her fingers just brushing over your panties, sending shivers down your spine.

“Please… don’t tease me,” you whimpered, your nails digging into Hazel’s shoulders.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, baby,” Hazel replied, pushing your jeans down and pulling your panties aside.

Hazel crawled down your body, her arms wrapping around your thighs as she moves her face closer to your soaking cunt. Your hips bucked forward only to be pushed right back down.

“Stay still. I wanna have my fun.”

You whimpered at her words and Hazel smiled at your reaction. “So wet already…” she muttered softly to herself, running her fingers over your pussy and spreading your slick around.

Hazel leaned in and dragged her tongue through your folds before swirling her tongue around your clit and sucking it into her mouth. You cried out at the feeling, pleasure overtaking you as your hand reaching down and buried itself in her hair, tugging harshly and iliciting a soft whine from her. Hazel’s tongue trailed right back down to your cunt, lapping up your juices while her nose bumped against your clit perfectly with every movement she made, knowing the perfect way to make you fall apart. No matter how many times she ate you out, you couldn’t get over just how good she was at it.

“F-fuck… just like that,” you moaned out, your hips struggling to grind against her face due to her grip on your thighs.

Hazel wrapped her lips around your clit once more before slipping two fingers into your dripping hole, her other arm pinning you down by your hips. You could almost see the way Hazel was getting lost in your pussy, just like she always does. Even though she was making you feel good, you knew this was really for her pleasure, just like it always was.

You threw your head back in a moan before feeling a harsh pinch on your thigh, a silent warning to keep your eyes on her. You looked back at her, your eyes meeting hers. She almost looked like she was enjoying this more than you.

“Oh- oh god! Fuck- ‘m so close. Don’t stop. Fuck, please don’t stop,” you moaned, your grip tightening in Hazel’s hair and pulling another moan out of her, vibrating against your clit just right and pushing you over the edge.

Your thighs tightened around her head as whimpers and moans fell past your lips. Hazel moved her tongue back down, eagerly lapping up your cum as you climaxed on her face. Even though you were experiencing toe-curling pleasure, Hazel looked like she was in heaven. Your thighs shook as she continued her movements, only letting up when your eyes were teary and you were tugging her away by her hair so hard it hurt.

“Did that help?” Hazel asked, a cocky grin on her face as she licked her fingers clean.

You huffed and playfully shoved her shoulder. Hazel only laughed before leaning up to kiss you.

“You know that was amazing, you ass.”

Hazel simply smiled before moving right back down in between your legs.

“What’re you doing?” you asked, shivering as her breath hit your sensitive cunt.

Hazel laughed softly. “Did I say I was done?”

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[offbrandkyoya]

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Why is his crush coming to practice? Kageyama had not the slightest clue.

Kageyama is starting to freak out. He still feels embarrassed about what happened in the classroom. “Earth to Kageyama!” Hinata jumps up and down, waving his hand in front of his partner's face. “Stop thinking about milk-chan and focus on the game!”

Tsukishima overhears and scowls, “You know it’s weird calling them ‘milk-chan’ out loud, right?” Hinata shrugs. “So?” “What do you mean, so? It’s fucking weird.” “You’re weird!” “What?” Yamaguchi stands between them with a sigh. "Hinata, don’t provoke Tsukki.”

The ginger sticks out his tongue while Tsukishima rolls his eyes. Kageyama doesn’t react to the small argument that happened and simply walks the other way. “Okay boys, get in formation!” Coach Ukai shouts, and the boys go into position.

Kageyama is going to serve first instead of Asahi. ‘Maybe hitting this spike will let my feelings out.’ He lets out a breath before tossing the ball up, running a few steps forward, and hitting the ball right across the net. He gets the point, and he goes to hit again.

Another point, and Kageyama hits once more. Nishinoya digs for it, and Tanaka goes to pass to Sugawara to set. Daichi hits the ball, and Asahi goes to dig it up. This goes on for a while before taking a break.

Kageyama huffs, exhausted from playing. He hears someone shuffling next to him, but he’s too tired to tell them to shoot away.

“Milk-chans here!” Hinata whispers in his ear, and Kageyama immediately straightens up. His eyes dart across the gym until they land on his crush, talking to Yachi about who knows what.

They notice his stare, and they wave. Kageyama's cheeks flush and stand frozen. “Wave back, idiot.” Tsukishima mutters close to his ear. Kageyama does so, and his crush smiles more than ever.

They start to walk towards him, which starts freaking him out. “You’re really good.” They say, and Kageyama stutters, “U-Uh, T-Thanks, um...” He looks to the floor nervously. “I wanted to check on you.” His heart flips and flops. “I’m sorry for showing up out of the blue.” They explain, and Kageyama isn’t processing anything at all.

“Since you were struggling with English, I came to see if you had time to study. I was worried about you.” Hearing that, steam comes out of Kageyama's face. “I hope volleyball isn’t getting in the way.” They continue. Kageyama's words are incoherent, and the rest of the boys stare in disbelief.

“Kageyama is embarrassing himself.” Hinata says it with a pout. “They seem into it.” Tsukishima snickers, and Yamaguchi sighs in response. Daichi steps forward and pats Kageyama's back with a chuckle. “Do you need to borrow him for a minute?”

Their cheeks flush, and they shake their hands. “I was just asking if he wanted to study with me! I understand if he can’t because he needs to be here for volleyball.” “I see.” Daichi’s hands go on his hips. “Unfortunately, we need Kageyama since we have a practice match soon.” “I understand.”

They smile at Kageyama. “I’ll leave you alone now. Have fun; I’m rooting for you.” Those words replay in the boy's head, and his face gets even redder if that were possible. “R-Rooting for me?” “Mhm!” They confirm, and he almost passes out. Tanaka was thankfully there to stand him back up.

“Why don’t you study at his place?” Ennoshita suggests, after walking over, making sure Kageyama doesn’t fall again. The group stared at him in awe. “Yes!” Hinata jumps up and down. “You can study at Kageyama's house! He lives practically alone.” Kageyama comes back to his senses and kicks Hinata's side. “Shut up, dumbass!”

They smile wide. “That’s great! Is that okay, Kageyama? I’d love to be with you today.” The boys stared at them upon hearing those words. The guys looked at Kageyama's reaction, and sure enough, the poor boy was losing it.

Kageyama’s mouth is wide open, and his cheeks are glowing red. “Y-Yeah…that’s…okay…” They giggle, “Great! I’ll wait for you then.” They say farewell and leave the gymnasium.

“Kageyama has a date.” Sugarawa chuckles, and Kageyama falls to the floor, startling the boys and panicking if he just stopped breathing.

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chat i wanna see sxf code white so bad or I’m JUMPING 😭😭😭😭😭😭

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[elsweetheart]

havduaha hello hi i think i'm inlove with you- anw i reaaaaaaalllyyyy love your writing. got me giggling and kicking feet fr hdjashaj soooo i just want to request somethin or whatnot just... dealer!ellie... whatever you want to do just make my dreams come true so i can pass away in peace (just kidding... or not) just gonna leave it here, again i think i'm really inlove with you HAJDHWJSHA BYE MWA

hiiii omgomgomg thank u!! i’m so happy u like my writing + you’re so sweet of course i will write dealer!ellie she is so chefs kiss 💋

beginners luck — dealer!ellie

tw// drug usage !! not smutty just flirty <3 more to come tho !!

• you and ellie were always seeing eachother around campus, or at parties where she’d be doing business. so much so, that the two of you would often laugh to eachother and chat at social gathering about how often you bumped into eachother. things were definitely a little flirty from your perspective, but you didn’t wanna read into it too much. so she’s not a total stranger — you just wouldn’t consider her a friend, and you wouldn’t wanna be stuck in the friendzone anyway.

• she’s always wondered why you’ve never tried to buy from her and then simply put it down to you seeming too innocent to wanna smoke and honestly she thinks it’s cute.

• that is until you can’t sleep one night, mind super frazzled from staring at a computer all day that you decide fuck it, now is the perfect time to start.

• so you march over to ellie’s dorm, and everyone knows where ellie’s dorm is because everyone buys weed from ellie. you didn’t think to change out of the tank top that’s just a little too tight and your cute pj pants, and before it’s too late you’re knocking on her door.

• she opens up pretty fast, and she looks like she just got back — wearing a carhartt jacket over her hoodie, her sneakers still on. she lets you in and honestly she’s surprised and confused as you’re the last person she expected to come knocking at 1AM.

• “i want to… erm, i’d like to buy a…weed.” you try and sound confident but you shrink down when she chuckles, stepping aside and letting you into her room. “i got plenty of those.” she replies as she pulls out a metal box and you don’t quite catch that she’s slightly making fun of your naively worded request.

• she lets you fish through all the pungent baggies with labels you don’t understand on them before you’re looking up at her with doe eyes and a shrug. “i don’t really know what i’m looking for here.” you admit defeatedly.

• “you never smoked before? like not even at a party or anything?” she doesn’t sound judgemental, more curious and you feel more comfortable to be truthful.

• “no, never. just struggling to sleep and i think it might help me.” you respond earnestly and she thinks for a moment, seeming to analyse you before taking the metal box and closing it, storing it away.

• “i don’t usually sell to beginners. they don’t know what they’re doing and then they go away and smoke more than they can handle and then come freaking out at my door saying i laced them or some shit, which i obviously did not. but… i dunno, you’re always nice to me when i see you, and plus i know what it’s like to not be able to sleep. so, i’m gonna help you out.” she ranted, digging through another one of her drawers before she stood back up, holding a smaller tin.

• “thank you, ellie. you’re a lifesaver. what is that?” you ask shyly with your eyes on the tin. she pries it open and nods towards her bed. “sit down.” she offers in a softer voice and you do, watching as she gathers her equipment. “it’s my personal stash. the good stuff, you know. you don’t smoke pretty girls out with the cheap shit i sell.” she chuckled like it was obvious, continuing to set up her little rolling station at her desk, perching on her chair. you flushed all over at her calling you pretty and smiled.

• she talks you through how to roll and prepare the blunt, and you’re trying to listen — you really are. but you’re both finding it hard to concentrate when she’s that hot and explaining things to you, and you’re showing her how good of a listener you can be by responding with small dreamy “mhm”’s to her instructions. you swing your legs as you stare at her, her fingers continuing to do the last bit of rolling and twisting of the pink rolling paper she let you select.

• “now the boring parts out the way…” she smiled as she stood up, flopping down on the bed next to you and pulling her lighter out her pocket before setting them down on the bed between you and shuffling out of her jacket. you felt your body heat up and the close proximity and you kicked off your slippers, crossing your legs and facing her.

• she placed the joint carefully between your lips, eyes flicking from your mouth to your eyes as if for permission before lighting it. “now inhale and you’re gonna hold it for a few seconds, alright?” her voice was calm and quiet and it eased your nerves slightly as you did what she said.

• she let you take a few more hits commending you with a “see? you’re a natural.” before taking her turn, inhaling with more confidence as she relaxed back against the wall beside her bed.

• the two of you get talking as you smoked, and you clicked instantly, talking about her day and then talking about yours and laughing together. you almost forgot what you were doing, as after a while it became second nature.

• the fogginess started to hit you as she was talking and you began giggling, eyes now pink and watering as you observed how pretty she was as she spoke. she trailed off, taking a drag of the blunt and you moved closer to her on the bed.

• “your freckles look like little stars.” you tried to widen your eyes so you could see more and she chuckled, tilting her her slightly to catch your eye.

• “you good? it’s hitting you huh?” her voice was laced with amusement as you bit your lip and nodded with an innocent grin. “does it feel good?” she asked, in reference to the high but the question made your eyes flutter anyways. “mhm.”

• the good feeling lasted for what felt like forever, but when she made you laugh at a stupid joke a little too hard you found that your heartbeat sped up just a little bit too much. you tried to play it cool, taking a deep breath as you flattened your back against the wall, staring at her bedsheets.

• she moved her head slightly, trying to catch your eye. “you in there?” she cooed, placing a hand on your shoulder.

• “yeah. m’okay just... focusing on breathing.” you breathe out, a little whiny and trying not to panic. ellie barely reacts, reaching under her bed and pulling out a water bottle from a multipack, opening it for you and handing it to you lidless. “you’re alright, just smoked a little more than you can take for now. just relax, ‘kay?”

• she pulled her laptop up and put some kind of animated comedy on the screen to distract you, and somehow you ended up with your head resting in her lap as the two of you watched, ellie smoking another to herself. you relaxed yourself, and the high felt good again. you rolled over to look up at her, watching her smoke as her beautiful features were lit up by the glow of the screen. her eyes were pink and glossy now too and the room was smokey. you noticed the sock over the smoke alarm on the ceiling just past her head in your eyeline and giggled, attracting her attention.

• “what you looking at?” she smiled down at you and you shrugged it off, instead choosing to play with the drawstrings on her hoodie.

• “how much?” you asked sweetly. “before i forget.”

• “how much what?” she stroked your hair back.

• “how much do i owe you for this premium experience.” you giggled. “can see why so many people buy from you now. y’must be popular with the ladies.”

• she chuckled, but in a modest and almost nervous way as she leant back more against the wall— taking the moment to really look at you as you stared back. the weed induced haze gave you the confidence to hold her gaze without looking away.

• “i guess a beginner wouldn’t know that pretty girls smoke for free.” she smirked and you bit your lip in girlish excitement at her calling you pretty again. “especially pretty girls that are extra pretty when they’re all giggly and smoked out with big pretty pink eyes.” her voice was smooth and your heart fluttered again, but in a good way this time.

• “i suppose you should be paying me then.” you joked quietly and she laughed, nodding. you sat up slowly, eye contact not breaking once and your faces close.

• “so… do you let all your beginners lay in your lap and smoke with you?” your eyes danced between hers and her eyes were heavy lidded, lazily staring at your lips before blinking up at your eyes, stubbing out the last of the roach into the ashtray.

• “first time for everything. figured i’d try it out on the cute girl i see around campus that i was too much of a pussy to talk to.” her voice was quiet, almost lusty and you licked your lips.

• “me?” you breathed out sweetly and she smiled again.

• “clever girl.” she praised, pulling you in to meet her lips.

i don’t rlly like this but hey ho i can’t be bothered to write it again :))))

[tswwwit]

Hello, I’m a very shy anon with many thoughts. 😣You don’t have to reply if this is too much!!

After reading the Book of Bill, I feel like your characterization of him remains impressively accurate! My view of Bill has changed slightly due to further emotional insight (which was shocking) but I think that the way you have written him with Dipper is really how he’d actually be if he managed to be in such a relationship, in that kind of universe, with that kind of development. Even more so now that we know a lot more about his backstory (his baby photo is so cute). And of course, you have always nailed his chaotic energy, humor, and Dipper’s awkward but lovable nerd self perfectly.

I love how we got so much juicy info and content about his love life, exes, his henchmen, *everything*! So many emotional curveballs too. This triangle completely spilt his guts out and felt so betrayed for it. I’ve gotten so attached to Bill as a character that I definitely felt sadness and bittersweetness with certain parts, and with his canon ending…so I’m glad to have your writing to tide me over. I’m sensitive and struggle to handle things like angst without a happy ending, gah. 😂 I mean I knew a happy ending was never in the cards, Bill is one messed up, broken being and he really got everything coming for him. Your Familiar AU! Bill has truly got it so nice, can he even fathom how good he’s got it?!

I guess overall, what I want to say is that the book was amazing and made me appreciate your writing even more!! I genuinely only use tumblr to read your works. Your fics have me loyal to BillDip forever, and nothing can change that even with the immense and *very* interesting details we gained about Bill and Ford lol. I’m just in too deep with these two! Apologies for gushing this much

Thank you so much for all your kind words! The Book of Bill was truly a blessing upon all fans and it brought so, so much fun material to dig through. Familiar AU Bill has NO IDEA how good he's got it, all things considered!

And you would not believe the sigh of relief I let out once I finished! I was fretting about how off my characterization was going to be after this, but ha! I'm not really all that off in my Bill portrayal after all!

Well. I was wrong about one thing.

He's a picky eater. 😔

[levi-ackermvn]

HI HELLO EVERYONE !! i promise im not dead, i just forgot about this account lol oopsie ₊˚ෆ anyways... season three, specifically the two months in between the story arcs, has a huge impact on their dynamic and shifts how they interact with each other. and i’m so excited to dive deeper into that topic because it was so much fun exploring it in this excerpt !! special thanks to milkcupie on ig for this PERFECT and GORGEOUS commission ( *ˊᵕˋ) it was everything i wanted and more !!

[ DO NOT REPOST, EDIT, OR TRACE!!! this artwork was commissioned for my fic so please do not steal it ]

[ this is an oc x canon post. if you do not like it, please kindly leave. any negative, hateful, or weird comments that has nothing to do with my post or fic will be deleted ]

continue to read more ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

The cold, restless wind tugged at Sloane’s cloak as it swept through the desolate ruins of Shiganshina. Above, dark clouds churned in slow and menacing. The air itself seemed to hum with tension, a foreboding whisper carried on the breeze, as if the sky was bracing for the bloodshed about to unfold.

Erwin’s voice echoed in the stillness, the finality of his command hanging in the space between her and Levi. She stood frozen, feeling her pulse throb loudly in her ears as she looked at him. For years, they had fought side by side as one, instinctively moving in sync, always guarding each other's backs. But now they were to be separated, sent to fight on opposite sides of the Wall and thrown into the fray without the other’s presence. 

Sloane’s fingers curled into fists, nails digging into her palms as if the physical pain could smother the sinking dread brewing within. What was Erwin thinking? How could he demand this of them? Was he really willing to gamble so recklessly again, when the fate of humanity’s survival hung by a thread?

The questions swirled through her mind, each one louder than the last, but she shoved them down, forcing herself to stay silent. There was no room for doubts. Not now. Not when so much was at stake. She had always followed the commander without question, placing her faith in his vision even when it seemed impossible to understand. After all, he had led them this far, hadn’t he? She had to trust that he knew what he was doing, even if his decision threatened to tear her apart from the inside.

A tightness coiled in her chest as her gaze found Levi amidst the chaos. For a fleeting moment, everything around them seemed to dissolve. The shouts of soldiers, the clamor of preparations, the distant rumbling of Titans—She heard none of it. All she saw was him: calm, steady, and firm. As always. His eyes, those familiar steel blue eyes, so sharp and intense… How many times had she drawn strength from them? How often had she relied on it to anchor her when everything else felt uncertain?

But she still felt unsettled. After spending two agonizing months of barely speaking to each other, only able to steal glimpses and exchange a quick word, they had just found their footing around each other once again. The idea of leaving his side shouldn't unnerve her like this. She was a soldier, a captain. She'd fought for her strength, her resilience, her independence. And yet, here she was, hesitating turning away. Is it a weakness to lean on someone like this, Sloane thought.

Levi’s expression remained impassive, the mask of indifference that rarely cracked. Yet, beneath that hardened exterior, Sloane caught a fleeting shift. So quick and subtle that anyone else might have missed it, brushed it off as a trick of the light. But not her. She caught it in the faint tautness of his jaw, the almost imperceptible shift in his fingers, flexing once before settling stiffly at his sides. It wasn’t much, but enough to make her wonder: Was it tension? Uncertainty? Was he struggling, just like her, beneath the calm he wore so effortlessly?

The silence stretched between them. She almost spoke, her lips parting. But what could she possibly say? What wouldn’t unravel her completely? What wouldn’t strip away the composure she clung to? She swallowed hard, pushing down the plea that hung in the back of her throat. Please come back. Come back to— No. Now wasn’t the time for that. She was a soldier, and soldiers didn’t let their hearts speak when duty called. 

Still, she needed to say something. Even if the worst came, it couldn’t end without a word between them. Finally, her voice emerged, barely a murmur, softer than she intended.

“I’ll see you on the other side.”

She’d spoken those words more times than she could count. But today, they carried a weight she hadn’t expected. Yet, they were all she could offer in a moment like this.

All he did was nod, the barest tilt of his head, but it was enough to let her know he understood. He always did. 

With one final glance, they turned away from each other. She couldn’t bear to look back, knowing he wouldn’t either; they simply couldn’t afford to. Every moment spent lingering could forsake the mission, putting the lives of their comrades at risk. So, despite the heartache, she walked on.

[thr-333]

Question for One and a Half Futures Au! 🖐️ If, in a third timeline, the family gets split up during a mission, leaving Leon, mini-Leo and the old man having to work together… how would it play out?

How does Mini-Leo juggles -read: struggles - teamwork between a sad old man version of himself with crushing guilt and depression, and a traumatised young adult/late teen version of himself with - understandably - massive hard feelings? You know… the fun times!

(Pretty sure the only reason Leon and F!Leo would agree to a brief truce is only because of their now-youngest self’s well-being and safety).

For clarity’s sake

Old man Leo: Leonardo

Middle: Leon

Youngest: Leo

The mission, excuse his french, had gone tits up.

It wasn’t even meant to be a mission! Leo had suggested going to the hidden city to see if there were any of the foot clan hanging around mostly as an excuse to explore. He should have known better than to use the foot clan as an excuse. They weren’t the Kraang but they were up there on his futures selves shit list.

Good news: No foot clan.

Bad news: Big mama was very much around, and she was pissed that their little Kraang escape had destroyed her hotel.

Which was NOT his fault. The wave after wave of goons sent their way didn’t seem to care. They had all been split up into groups. Leo wasn’t worried, these guys were small fries they would be able to take them out with ease. HE should be able to take them out with ease.

“If we go along the north hallway-”

“That takes us to the armoury,”

“Exactly,”

“No way, we need to go out of the exit here,”

“There's fighters stationed there,”

“Uh guys?” Leo tried to cut in. His olderselves glaring at each other down as they continued their hushed argument. The tension radiating off the two was choking.

“But then we’ll have space to regroup, and ambush,”

“Getting past those fighters is more dangerous than facing down the guards-”

“We could-” Leo attempted to cut in.

“-if we go past the armory theres a hidden passage to Big Mama’s office-”

“Oh so now you want to go to her!”

“I’m trying to keep us safe,” Leonardo scowled.

“Are you?” Leon spat, scars twisting with his furrowed brows, “All of us?”

Oh great, they looked seconds away from trading blows. Leo hated being alone with both of them. They dropped all airs of civility. It was all cutting words and knives that were intended to stab and twist.

“Hey it’s not a bad plan,” Leo slid in between the two, trying to be a visual buffer. Difficult when they were both heads and shoulders taller than him, “Swing by, ask what the heck dude and bing bang boom big mama leaves us alone,”

“See he agrees,” Leonardo reached out, going to place a hand on Leo’s shoulder. The youngest turtle was wrenched away before he made contact.

“No, no way,” Leon pulled Leo behind himself, becoming a shield as he snarled at Leonardo, “You don’t get to make plans for him,”

“I’m doing whats best,” Leonardo insisted, voice cold and hard, like Leon’s grip on his arm.

“Yeah, you always do don’t you,” Leon’s voice lowered to a hiss, “Greater good and all that, tell me how’s that gone for both resistances you led?”

The hallway turned frigid. It was a step too far, Leo could recognise that, but neither of them could. It had gone past ‘too far’ for them nearly a decade ago.

“Yikkkeeessss,” He tried to slide out of Leon’s grip but the slider held firm, “Well we have to do something so how about-”

“We’ll go to the exit,” Leon said with conviction, turning and dragging Leo with him.

“Hey, wait, wait wait,” Leo pulled back, digging his heels into the ground, “We don’t really wanna deal with this every time we come to the hidden city, I think we should go along with his plan,”

Leon looked back at him. Leo could and had dealt with a lot. Leo could deal with his Dads disappointment. Leo could deal with anger, as itchy as it made him under his shell. The yelling and stuff was just like how it used to be with Raph.

What he couldn’t deal with was the fear Leon looked at him with. Some part of his eyes in the present and the rest a thousand miles away in another time, another memory.

“No. no. no please don’t say that please,” Leon let go of his arm to cup Leo’s face, thumb running over his mask in the same spot Leon’s was nicked and tattered, “You can’t, please, please, please, don’t listen, I’ll keep you safe, I’ll come up with a plan,”

“If I listened to your plan’s I’d never do anything,” Leon stepped back, needing to jerk his head out of the others hold, “Look we don’t have to do exactly that but-”

“This needs to be done,” Leonardo stepped forward, hand landing heavily on Leo’s shoulder. Leon’s eyes snapped to the contact, pupils narrowing into pinpricks, “With or without you,”

“Uh, I don’t think you should…” Leo tried to move away from his counterpart's touch as Leon started shaking, blue light flaring around the slider.

“Let Him Go”

Blue lightning arched around them. Leo could hear shouting down the hall as their position was given away. That was secondary to how Leonardo was tensing up defensively as Leon grabbed his swords. The blades glowing like daggers of light. His shoulders were hunched and the shadows being cast over his face made him look feral. Fear stretched around his eyes and the snarl on his face. His weight shifted giving himself away the moment before he lunged.

Goddammit.

[awkwardtickleetoo]

what’s up gang

so the other day i had this idea for a tiny blurb based on this ask from @wishitweresummer , as well as a gif that @mushiewrites showed me that he and summer were talking about (i’m not gonna post the gif but if anyone’s curious you can always dm me and i’ll show you) and i actually ended up writing it!!

it’s nothing crazy, literally just like 700 words that i wrote out of nowhere for fun, so it’s pretty simple, but i hope everyone likes it anyway :D

lee!george, ler!dream, 699 words

enjoy <3

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George’s heavy, panting breaths cut through the air of Dream’s bedroom, matched only by the sounds of harsh winds and pouring rain outside the house. He swallowed hard, his throat dry, letting out a quiet whimper that only seemed to egg Dream on more.

When he told Dream he was bored due to the power outage and the storm outside, he had expected them to just brainstorm ideas of what to do to pass the time.

He did not expect Dream’s evil smirk and comment that he knew exactly what to do, and he did not expect Dream to suddenly start chasing him around the dark house, yelling threats that made George’s heart skip a beat and nervous giggles build up in his chest.

While George knew the layout of the house well, it was not easy to navigate in the dark, only lit by candles scattered throughout some of the main rooms. He kept his arms out in front of him, feeling for any corners or walls he might run into, nearly tripping down the stairs and catching himself on the railing at one point, but it didn’t take long for him to be caught.

From there, he had expected Dream to just grab him, throw him around a little, and they would both giggle and wrestle for a while before moving onto something else. He was partially right– Dream definitely did manhandle him and throw him over his shoulder in a way that made his entire being feel fuzzy– but he didn’t stop there.

He didn’t expect Dream to have a plan.

And he definitely didn’t expect Dream to beeline straight to his room, throw him onto the bed, and immediately dig his fingers into his ribs.

His reaction was instantaneous, letting out a scream loud enough that he was genuinely glad Sapnap wasn’t home, because he probably would’ve thought George was dying. The shock and confusion of the situation made his reactions more frantic than either of them anticipated, and he barely had the time to think clearly enough to try to throw Dream off.

Which is what led him here in the first place.

Apparently Dream felt he had breathed enough, because suddenly there were hands gripping his thigh, one holding it down against the bed just above his knee and the other squeezing and scratching at his inner thigh like his life depended on it. George screamed, arching his back and thrashing as much as he could, head thrown back against the bed.

“AHH– NAHAHAHAHA! DREHEHEHEAM–!” George struggled to speak through his hysterical laughter, completely lost in the horrible sensation.

“Still bored?” Dream asked teasingly, the evil smirk never leaving his face, his hand jumping up from George’s knee to dig into the crease between his hip and thigh, making his laughter kick up even louder, growing more desperate and broken.

“FUHUHUCK YOHOHOU?!” George spat, fighting as hard as he could to get away, but Dream’s hands stifled his kicking enough that it was nearly useless, and his mind was too cloudy with desperation and exhaustion to really think of another plan. He tried to curl up, hoping he’d be able to reach down to grab Dream’s hands, but he wasn’t exactly able to rely too much on his fine motor skills at that time, so it wasn’t nearly as successful as he had hoped.

“Aww, Georgie, I know you don’t mean that,” Dream teased further, pausing his hands for a split second just to hear George whine at the anticipation, before his body was wracked with another round of laughter when he dug back in.

“NOHOHOHO, GOHOD, AH– PLEHEHEASE!” George begged, gripping the sheets with one hand and throwing his other arm over his face to try to hide at least some of his embarrassment.

They both knew Dream knew George’s limits better than anyone else, and trusted that he wouldn’t go anywhere near overboard with his torture, which George was eternally grateful for.

Unfortunately for him, however, that meant he would just have to deal with that suffering for the foreseeable future– knowing it would only stop when Dream felt it was time.

He could only hope the power would return soon.

[writtenfangirl]

Hi- may i ask for an angsty one with Steve x reader x Bucky: Reader was a kindhearted person they cared for equally, no words could explain the way she made them feel... During a mission together, things go bad, and they end up dangling in a rope on top of a cliff. Steve in one end, holding on to both his best friend and... her. As both Steve and Bucky are struggling to maintain their common hold, reader sees the end of the rope holding them all, tearing up because of their common weight. She was not gonna be the one to make Steve choose, so she cuts of her end of the rope. Silently she falls into to freezing rapids far below...

Falling

I really hope I did your request justice! I didn't incorporate the rope since I felt like it would be more angsty without it.

It's a pretty short fic with only 2,173 words

“It’s an easy mission. In and out.”

Y/N let out a derisive snort. “Every time you say ‘It’s an easy mission,’ the mission almost always ends up going to shit.” 

“Easy on the language, Y/N,” Natasha smirked. “Steve doesn’t like that kind of talk.”

Bucky’s brows furrowed deeply into his forehead. “Steve? Not swearing? Since when?”

Tony’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Rogers, is there something you’re not telling us?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Can we all just focus, please?”

“Steve swears like a sailor. Where did you get the impression that he’s some kind of saint?” Bucky said as he ignored Steve and turned his attention to Tony and Nat, who were wearing matching smirks.

“Well there was this one time where Tony dropped one to many f-bombs and Steve scolded him for it.” Y/N quipped.

“Who knew Capsicle swore like a sailor,” Tony said, almost in wonder. “Is there anything else we don’t know about him?”

Nat’s smile could only be described as insolent. “He has a birthmark on his left butt cheek.”

“Romanoff!”

“Or was it the right?”

“Nat!”

“It’s the left,” Bucky said with his own teasing smile.

“I’m not even going to ask how any of you knew that.” Tony said with a mischievous grin.

Y/N couldn’t stop her own widening smirk. “You know in some cultures, birthmarks on a person’s ass is considered bad luck. Maybe we should dump Steve’s bad luck ass somewhere so our mission might actually be easy. I’m willing to trade Nat for Steve, Tony. What do you say?”

“And get all that bad juju? Like hell.”

“There will be no changing of teams. Nat and Tony will go in and Bucky, Y/N and I will stay out,” Steve said, his voice firm and commanding respect.

Y/N release a sigh so dramatic, it could have won her an Oscar. “You’re no fun, Rogers.” 

Steve simply rolled his eyes. “We can have fun after the mission.”

Y/N’s smirk turned downright devious at Steve’s words. “What kind of fun, Rogers?” She wiggled her eyebrows seductively, causing Steve to roll his eyes hard. It didn’t hide his reddening cheeks though, nor did it hide his almost bashful smile. 

Y/N tended to have that effect on people. She could put people at ease as easily as she could send them into overdrive. She had one of those magnetic personalities that had everyone gravitating towards her. It’s what made her such a good con artist. Her cheeky and, usually, flirty demeanor meant that she could get out of almost any situation unscathed without having to dig into her well of magic. 

Most significant others would have had their jealousy alarm constantly blaring in their heads with the way Y/N acted around other people. She had a dangerous habit of constantly flirting with other people even in situations that definitely do not call for it so it was a good thing Bucky wasn’t like most people. 

Because when Y/N was with Bucky, she was different. Gone was the confident, cocky persona that had men and women falling at her feet. In front of him usually stood someone that was vulnerable, sweet and almost shy. That was the real Y/N, the one that only Bucky knew and that was the side of her that mattered. 

The side of her he loved the most. 

And that was all he could think about as he dangled from the side of the cliff. 

A jolt of deja vu hit him. He’s seen this film and he knew how it ended, with his body falling down an icy ravine. He could see it so clearly in his mind’s eye. He’d dangled from the side of a moving train at the side of a mountain that was packed with snow, his best friend’s face dangling in front of him, panic alighting his eyes as he desperately tried to reach Bucky. He knows how this story ends and Bucky knew it would end in the death of James Buchanan Barnes. After all, his first fall killed Bucky only to give rise to the Winter Soldier. 

Except, somehow it was different now. Because now, Steve’s hand was clutching around Bucky’s tightly. He saw the fierce determination in Steve’s blue eyes, saw the promises Steve was practically making to himself in his head. Steve wasn’t going to let Bucky fall again, not after the way he lost him the first time. And Bucky would have felt safe, had it not been for the person dangling beside him, her own small hand grasped tightly around Steve’s hand. 

For a heart stopping moment, Bucky thought Y/N was dead. Her skin was pale, a large gash opened at the edge of her forehead. Her torso was covered in blood too and Bucky could feel his heart drop as he saw the giant slice on Y/N’s shoulder, the ligaments tearing as Y/N strained to  keep holding on to Steve. 

Bucky didn’t know how she could possibly still be holding on but she was gritting her teeth, sweat rolling down her soot-covered head. 

Bucky couldn’t even register the pain in his own body. It was a small mercy that it was his vibranium arm Steve was holding on to. At least he didn’t feel pain there. But he sure felt pain everywhere else. 

He’d been shot around the stomach twice with one of the bullets grazing his side while the other was deeply lodged in his body. He could feel the blood oozing from the wound, dripping slowly down his leg. He’d been stabbed too. Between his shoulder blades and with the way his body was straining to grip Steve’s hand, the pain was so unbearable, it would have made a normal person pass out from shock.

“Hold on!” Steve said, an edge of panic in his voice, delirium coating his eyes. His bottom lip was busted open and though Bucky couldn’t see Steve’s body, his usually clean blond hair was red with blood. Did he have a head trauma?

“Easy mission my ass, Steve,” Y/N managed to say. Her words came out breathy, sandwiched between pained wheezes. “Nothing easy about that.”

She was right. 

The mission had gone to complete and utter shit. There had been a battle, a fierce one, one that had Y/N’s well of magic drying and from what Bucky knew, he had had only ever seen that happen once, in the battle with Thanos and alien army. The battle had left Y/N so exhausted, she was in a coma for a full week. 

Even now, Bucky could see the strain of exhaustion in her face. If they weren’t in such a precarious position, Y/N would have surely collapsed by now.

“Y/N, don’t,” Steve said, his voice deepening into a warning.

Y/N simply stared at him blankly. She glanced at Bucky from the corner of her eye and the sinking feeling in Bucky’s stomach deepened. Y/N was about to do something none of them were going to like and judging from the distressed look in Steve’s face, it was going to decide their fate.

“It’s the only way,” Y/N panted, a steely resolve slipping between her eyes. “Steve, you know it and I know it.”

Steve’s distress was becoming palpable. It turned into a bitter, tangy thing that lodged itself in his throat.

Steve didn’t want to choose. It wasn’t fair. He was holding on to his two best friends. The one that has been with him since his childhood and the other one that’s been with him since he first woke up in the ice. It wasn’t fair that he had to choose between them. It wasn’t fair.

He willed his body to work, to lift up the two people that meant the world to him but he couldn’t. His body was exhausted, his hands were beginning to tremble at the sheer weight of their bodies but his mind was a wild race horse.

This couldn’t be it.

This couldn’t be how this ended.

“Nat! Tony! Please help me!” Steve screamed but it was useless. Wherever their teammates where, they were too far away to hear them and with the previous energy surge, their comms had been fried. They were completely and utterly alone.

“Steve, it’s okay,” Y/N reassured with a rueful smile. “It’s really okay.”

“Y/N, don’t you dare!” Bucky ground out. “I might survive this fall. I’m a super soldier. You can’t, not without your powers.”

“I am not going to let you,” a fierce, determined gleam entered through Y/N’s eyes. “I’ve got one blast of magic left and if I time this right, if I do this correctly, you’ll both survive.”

“But you won’t,” Bucky snapped, his eyes shining in anger. “And I’ll be damned if you think that I would let the woman I love die when there’s something I can do to help her.”

“There isn’t anything you can do, Bucky! We’re wasting time arguing and Steve can’t hold on forever.” Y/N snapped, a protective gleaming coloring her eyes a lurid purple as she turned to Steve. “Steve, if you even think about letting Bucky go, I will never forgive you. Do you understand me? I will never forgive you!”

Steve felt like a child and he could scarcely remember the last time he felt this way. All the negative emotions within him surged through his body and the distress that had lodged itself in his throat turned into a sob. His arms were straining against the weight, crying in pain along with him. He willed his arms to move, to do something, but they were as tired as he was.

“I-I can’t,” Steve panted. His vision was blurring with tears and he watched a drop fell on Y/N’s cheek.

“I know,” Y/N said, her expression shifting into one of calmness. “It’s going to be okay.”

“No, it’s not.” Bucky said, his tone becoming more and more agitated. “Don’t you dare let go, Y/N!”

“Who knew your birthmark would lead us to this much bad luck, Steve?” Y/N said, her smile a slash of white against the dark soot that marred her face. 

“Y/N, please.” Steve’s tear hit Bucky’s face, leaving a trail of pale colored skin as it washed away the soot in Bucky’s own face. He was pleading with her now, praying to whatever gods could hear him that his best friend, wouldn’t sacrifice herself for him, for them.

“I love you, boys. Don’t you ever forget that.” 

Y/N was going to die and there was nothing Steve could do about it. 

“Y/N, NO!” Bucky was yell now, his voice turning into a harsh scream that Steve would never forget. This was the sound or a broken man losing something he thought he didn’t deserve to have but would never let go of. Tears were welling up in his own blue eyes, slipping down his face in a slow waterfall. “Y/N! NO! PLEASE, DON’T!”

Time seemed to slow down all at once. Steve’s grip on Y/N was slipping. He could feel the muscles of his arm, the bones in his hand protesting from the strain. He could almost hear his heart beating in his chest, the sound echoing in his ears. He felt Y/N’s grip on his hand loosen before she went slack and in the second it took for Steve to draw his next breath, Y/N slipped from his grasp, plunging to the icy depths below.

He shut his eyes. He knew Y/N went down with a smile on her face and it would be a smile that would haunt his dreams forever.

Steve could feel a gush of strength fill him and he knew it was Y/N’s magic saving them both. He pulled Bucky up, his best friend releasing a feral scream that Steve would never forget, “Y/N! NO!”

Bucky stuggled against him as soon as his feet touched the solid ground but no matter how tired his body was, Steve wouldn’t let go of him. His arms tightened around his best friend’s body as Bucky screamed and strained against his grip. Bucky’s scream was haunting, his body racking with sobs as he screamed Y/N’s name over and over again.

Bucky elbowed Steve in the gut and broke out of his hold. Steve grunted as the pain blossomed in his torso, his eyes swimming in tears and nausea. He was exhausted and the pounding in his skull only exasperated his condition. He watched as Bucky scrambled to the edge of the cliff, searching the icy water for any sign of Y/N’s body but Steve knew he would never find her. The current was too strong, the height too high. Y/N could have survived that fall on her best day but this was far from her best day.

She was dead.

And it was all Steve’s fault.

[filthforfriends]

Satin, Lace, and Other Pretty Things

Reviving this fic for part 4!

Thomas x fem reader

Word count: 3.6k

CW: Its kinky!!

Digging through what you affectionately referred to as your little box of horrors, was even more fun than you anticipated. You’d forgotten the full contents of your sex toy collection since you’d moved in with Thomas and stuffed it at the bottom of a closet. He had a barricade up that you were always testing the bounds of, trying to gently work around. Anal fingering? Fine (as long as you didn’t really talk about it). Rimming? Nope. 

Thomas made up for this with orgasms galore, so you were far from bored. However, you also knew that wiping out a 10 inch neon green dick and balls with a suction cup at the base would just intimidate, and maybe also traumatize him. So you kept the more adventurous items in your collection tucked away in case they became appropriate later on. At the bottom of this innocuous looking plastic container, was your strap on harness. It was simple, because that's all you could afford when it came to quality leather and an adjustable o-ring.

You sat with your back to the wall, amongst phallices and vibrators spread out on the hardwood floor, running the black straps through your fingers. Tragically, this harness hadn’t gotten much use, and it was time to rectify that. After a few minutes of snapping dildos and o-rings in and out of place, your suspicions were confirmed: nothing here was small enough for Thomas’ comfort. 

There’s no point in having skills without the tools to match, so you skimmed reviews of a few sex stores. After you’d determined which had the most extensive merchandise, came the question of where to put the harness. Obviously everything else was tucked away under two boxes of CD’s kept for sentimental reasons and your summer sandals. But should you leave the harness out so Thomas could get used to it? 

Tossing it on the bed to feign casualness was the bold option, but maybe excessively so. Perhaps with your other toys in the night stand? To avoid giving him a heart attack, you fold it next to your lingerie in the dresser. The placement gives him the opportunity to close the drawer and pretend he’d seen nothing. Plus Thomas’ intentions were already nefarious if he was rooting around in your underwear drawer. A far better alternative to reaching for the lube and finding your hand tangled in a pegging harness. Thomas would be so full of excitement and anxiety that he’d simply spontaneously combust.

Getting him put back together this afternoon had been challenging enough. After a few minutes of cuddling, Thomas’ suggestion to shower together almost derailed all progress. He had been absolutely insistent that you cum too. Nevermind your explanation that his pleasure was reward enough.

“I’m not expecting an orgasam.”

“Well I have an expectation of myself that I will give you an orgasam,” he insisted.

“Thomas I can’t cum knowing I’m holding up Maneksin’s meeting with the biggest fashion brand in the world. Too much pressure!”

“Well if you’re struggling to cum, then I am holding up the Gucci fitting,” he emphasized. The argument was ridiculous, but so endearing that you laughed.

“You’re insufferable,” you huff, affectionately. “Alessandro looks like Jesus, I can’t disappoint Jesus this way.” You’re already giving in, letting Thomas tip your face towards his by holding your chin between his thumb and index finger. 

“Remember that I was an altar boy. I think he’ll make an exception.” Thomas kisses you softly at first, like an invitation. 

“Are you sure?” Kiss. “Because -” Kiss. “Smiting and all.” Kiss. His mouth grows more passionate as he tries to shut you up. Thomas backs you around the bathroom door frame, into the bedroom. “Don’t wanna -” Kiss. “Risk it.” 

“Please stop talking.”

“‘Kay,” you grin. No one can say you didn’t try. Just when you’ve settled on pissing off Sony, Gucci, God, and everyone, Thomas’ phone rings from the kitchen. He lets out a heavy, irritated sigh, smacking your ass for good measure before he bounds out of the room. Holding your breath to listen, you recognize his business tone.

“Is it Jesus?” you call, humor only loud enough to reach Thomas’ ears and not whomever he was talking to. When you enter the kitchen he’s leaning against the sink, smiling even as he speaks in a monotone. 

“Alright, thanks.” He beckons with an outstretched hand, folding you into his side. You wrap your arms around his waist and eavesdrop, feeling snug and affectionate.

“-- important in the industry. Even taking you guys on was an act of good faith.” Thomas sighs and rolls his eyes.

“I know this, I know.”

“They had a dozen more high profile options. You’re here because of the aesthetics, it all serves a marketing purpose. So this meeting you need to be extra gracious.”

“When has my professionalism failed you?”

“What I’m saying is unless you hate it, don’t ask them to redesign. Smile say ‘it’s an honor to represent your brand.’ It’s about centering a modern interpretation  –”

“Of Italian style,” Thomas droned, hitting his head against the cupboard dramatically.

“Supporting their vision. Being the vessel for their vision.”

“You’ve already prepped us on this.”

“Well it’s important enough that it bears reminding,” he snaps. “Considering you’re not in the car on your way right now, you do need to hear it.” Thomas grimaced and you stifled a giggle behind your hand. The rep from their talent management continued ranting and Thomas held the phone away from his ear.

“What the fuck does he want me to say?” he whisper-yells in exacerbation.

“Say that you’ll be the perfect brand ambassador.” He nods, sighing and giving a few more mindless affirmatives.

“I’ll be the perfect brand ambassador, I promise.”

“I won’t let anyone in the club puke on the Gucci clothes,” you add.

“And I won’t let any –” Thomas stops himself and ends up shaking with a silent chuckle that shows his gums. “Alright, I’ll leave right now. Thank you so much, Nico. Yeah, bye.” Once Thomas was out the door, you got to refocus your attention. Putting on some innocuous clothing, you drove to Peaches n’ Cream, an establishment not to be confused with an ice cream store. Sex stores intimidated most people, but you felt oddly comfortable. No retailer had better, more knowledgeable customer service. Not to mention shopping for your boyfriend was straightforward: just get the smallest size of everything. 

“Baby, are you home?” You didn’t expect him to be, but wanted to check before casually dumping a dildo and butt plugs on the dining room table. Of course the house was empty, which gave you time to situate your new O-ring and strap on. The snaps were stiff, so it took a couple minutes and some of your sanity to get them pried open. However, great struggle reaps great rewards, and soon you are adjustinging the harness in the hallway mirror.

There was nothing quite like the rush of power from wearing a strap on and harness. You had all the equipment for any feasible activity at your disposal. Just fantasizing about the possibilities while wearing a cock was fun. Thomas undone and grabby, sweaty hands slipping off your hips while his brow furrowed. The attached dildo was comically small, and you almost felt silly posing in front of the mirror, but this wasn’t about your preferences and you’d never make your boyfriend feel that his capabilities are inadequate.

When he finally gets home, you’re doing skincare in the bathroom, trying to keep yourself conscious. If he takes off his boots it’ll rouse you again anyways, might as well be awake to greet him. Thomas pokes his head around the doorframe. 

“Hey, sorry for keeping you up,” he winces. 

“It happens, baby.”

“Okay, I’m gonna change.” Thomas blows you a kiss with a wink before disappearing down the hall, to the bedroom. When you follow behind not thirty seconds later, he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, cock in hand. 

“Well, isn’t this familiar,” you chuckle. 

“Oops.” Thomas is bashful at getting caught, his motions slowing to a stop. “You were so tired, but I’ve been thinking about the underwear all day and now I’m just…I was fighting not to get hard the whole time.” You snort at how receptive he is, propping a couple pillows against the headboard so you can sit comfortably. As you climb onto the bed, Thomas desperately waits for direction. Submission came so naturally to him. He probably didn’t even realize that he was deferring power your way.

“Would you feel comfortable with me being part of this?”

“Jacking off?” he asks in confusion. 

“Mhm, remember what I said this morning? Can I watch you practice?” He thinks about it, eyes cast downward.

“I don’t really feel like practicing right now,” he mumbles.

“What about sitting on my lap?” You try to make the request casually amidst all the internal screaming at the thought of his masturbating while seated on your thighs. 

“Yeah, okay,”Thomas nods, face open. It’s clear he feels comfortable with this request in a way he didn’t with the other. Maybe he wasn’t ready for that vulnerability right now.

“Take off your bottoms so you’re comfortable and straddle.” Thomas wiggles out of his jeans and slides his boxers off. He stands next to the headboard. His physicality is cautious as he crawls onto the bed. You pat your thighs with one hand and use the other to beckon him forward. It's a position he’s likely never taken before, which is why Thomas is so awkward when he swings a leg over. In the process of shifting, he falls onto his hip, hand slipping on the comforter.

“Sit back on your heels and take a deep breath.” While Thomas obeys you run your hands along his flank reassuringly. Finally, he begins to settle. He looks at you, his cock, his hands, and his shirt where it brushes the head of his shaft. He looks, but he doesn’t touch himself without prompting.

“Kitten, I need you to really listen for a moment.” You take Thomas’ face between your hands and his attention is singular. “I am so proud of you for saying no to me just now. I am beyond thrilled that you feel comfortable doing that. Thank you.” He nods wordlessly, shoulders hunched forward as he tries to make himself smaller. In Tommy’s dreamy, round eyes is a plea for direction. 

“Lube, then you can touch yourself.” Thank god you’d been the one to discover this side of him, to teach him about it. Someone who didn’t love him as much as you did might not be so careful. Or they might judge him, shame him, and he’d stuff this beautiful, vulnerable part of him back down for good. While Thomas begins working his cock with a slick hand, you’re trying to quell the raging inferno that burned within. He looked so pretty stroking himself like this.

“You did the exact right thing, kitten. You did such a good job.” Nodding repeatedly, Tommy runs his forefinger and thumb over the just ridge of his cock frantically. His grip is so tight on the upstroke Thomas accidentally hurts himself and grunts in pain. In his widened eyes, you can see how much he wants to believe you, coupled with surprise at the strength of his own arousal.

“Be gentle with yourself, kitten,” you warn. His hand slows but the head of Thomas’ cock is already crimson. He pouts his bottom lip and screws his eyes shut while letting out a pitiful whine. Something has awoken inside Tommy and he was intimidated by it. You could feel that he wanted you to fix it even though he couldn’t put a name to it himself. 

“Closer,” you encourage, pulling him in by his hips so Thomas was flush against you.

“But it's gonna get on your shirt,” he protests, transitioning into fucking his own fist. 

“That’s okay! I can change my shirt, baby.” You get a hand in his hair, run it to the back of his neck while your other grips his glute. Tommy’s eyes flutter and he whines for something more. You wrap your arms around him, rubbing his back, kissing his chest, but his sounds just become more insistent.

“Kitten, you’re going to have to be patient while I learn how to take care of you.” He falls totally silent which wasn’t the goal at all. “No pretty kitty, keep making your sounds for me. Don’t deprive me of that.” Thomas switches to stroking his cock. His hand makes wet, intimate noises and you can smell the pre-cum. He’s even more vocal, moaning and whimpering for your benefit. 

“Good girl. You’re such a good girl, aren’t you, Tommy?” His chin trembles, but Thomas stays silent. “Answer me. Aren’t you such a good girl?” 

“Mmm mhm,” his mouth falls open in pleasure. It was so rewarding to wrap Thomas in all these affirmations. You’d never praised someone more responsive. His cock is engorged to the point that you can see each vein contrasting with his flushed skin. He must be aching.

“Yes you are.” You manage to get his shirt off now that he’s stationary, which leaves his nipples available. You lean in slowly, so close that your warm exhales raise goosebumps on his skin. Thomas’ eyes open and he arches to get your mouth on him. In response you place a hand on the center of his chest, forcing him not to rush.

“Can I play with my pretty girl’s pretty nipples?”

“Yes!” he blurts, then looks surprised at the volume of his own voice. Testing his relationship to pain, you bite lightly instead of suck.

“Ah huh ah, fuck. Fucking fuck,” he cries out. Tommy’s expression isn’t one of discomfort or pleasure, it's something else. Overwhelm. He’s not ready to explore this, not by a mile. You shush him soothingly, switching to the other side of his blushing chest with just a kiss.

“C - can you help?” He’s using what you’re coming to recognize as Thomas’ little voice, his submissive voice.

“I’d love to take care of my kitten,” you purr. Tommy grabs your hand and thrusts it between his legs. He raises it up under his ball sack so you’re cradling the weight in your palm. 

“Uh huh, mm,” he moans, while yanking his cock roughly. The sound is so pornographic that you can negligibly feel yourself get wetter from that one noise alone.

“Be gentle with yourself.” This time it's a demand without your usual warmth. Thomas starts paying attention to his whole length, not just abusing the tip. 

“Good listening. Is this what my kitty needed?” You cup his sack snuggly in your palm. The teasing has the intended effect. Thomas grunts and strangles the comforter in his left hand.

“No, kitten, hold on to me.” You pull his hand by the wrist and bring it to your hip. “I’m going to take care of you.” Again, your tone is stern, not affectionate, but he’s so responsive. Thomas’ fingernails dig in through the silk fabric of your pajama bottoms. He leans closer and you can hear the guttural, feminine noises which are barely audible as they leave his parted lips. The fragile skin between his legs is so very soft, delicate even. It’s essentially no effort on your end, but the sensation is viscerally meaningful for Thomas. 

Yet, even with your faces almost touching, he doesn’t go in for a kiss. Because kissing isn’t his heart’s desire. It’s hell not to pin just Tommy to the bed and fuck him for his own wellbeing. Submission is what he really needed. To supplement this urge, you lick and suckle his nipples with lots of spit, then take one under your free hand. Gently brushing your fingertips turns into twisting and pulling. Checking his face for discomfort, you find euphoria, but also tears. Thomas’ hips are twitching without rhythm and you can see him clawing at the edge of orgasam.

“Do you like the way my hand feels on your pussy? Such a good girl for asking me.” He cries out like he’s injured. Tommy is so conflicted, overwhelmed with all he’s trying to suppress and overwhelmed with how much he wants to get it all go and just be. 

“Learning so quickly, kitten. You’re so smart and obedient already,” you coo. At the word obedient, Tommy lets out a sob and his face falls forward onto your shoulder. For his own safety, you get a solid hold on Tommy’s hair to protect his head. Without prompting, he slumps against you in total relinquishment of control. Only Thomas’ forearm moves, and at a frenzied pace. Without the headboard at your back this would just be a pile of limbs. Instead, you can use your grip as a vantage point to speak directly into his ear. 

“You’re gonna cum with my hand on your pussy, pretty girl. Now.” Tommy chokes on a moan, but still manages to nod. “Such good listening. I’m so lucky that I got the perfect kitten.” He cums with a shout that startles Thomas himself.  It's hysterical, primal, the release of a tension whose existence he was ignorant to until the moment of. You may not have been prepared for the volume, but the overall reaction is no surprise. 

Catching most of his ejaculate in Thomas’ dirty makes the moment easier. You pull your boyfriend sideways, parting your legs so he can sit between, propping his head on your shoulder. The ends of his hair are sweaty under your hand.

“Why do I ah - always cr - cry,” he sobs. 

“You don’t always cry baby.” Thomas never teared up when he was on top, but bottomng was rarely a casual experience for him. “Just when there's something you need the sex to help you release.” 

“I don’t understand.” Except he did understand. He just wasn’t ready to face it which is a different thing entirely.

“Well what did it feel like to you?”

“Good. Calm, but intense. Easy but also…I don’t know.” 

“Mhm,” you rock back and forth. “Were there any parts you didn’t like?” After a moment of thought, he shakes his head. 

“I think when you compartmentalized your fetish, you also put away other parts of your sexuality, important parts.”

“Yeah that makes sense,” he sniffles. You reach over to the nightstand and put the tissue box between your knees. Then you just rock side to side while collecting your thoughts. During lovemaking, the risk of revealing something you hadn’t already approved caused Tommy to shut down out of fear. Perhaps that fetish wasn’t the only forbidden desire he harbored.  

“For me, sex has always been easy between us. I want what you want and vice versa. There's no conflict because we’re very compatible.”

“Yeah, same.” Thomas wipes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Now you have to get from the shallow end to the deep end without him drowning. 

“I think that compatibility comes from our…our energies being far apart on the sexuality spectrum. Opposites attract.”

“Uh huh.” He sounds unsure. Totally sensical, given the ramblings he was being asked to decipher.

“Basically you like taking suggestions and I like being listened to, right?”

“Okay, yes, I agree.” He nods and you examine his body language. Thomas’ hands are relaxed in his lap which is a promising sign.

“It's been a struggle to get you to advocate for yourself in bed.” Fingers crossed. “ Is that because you like doing what I say, independently of enjoying the actual activity?” 

“Yes,” he whispers. 

“What if it's something you really, really like? Wouldn’t doing the sex act be better than obeying?” His reaction to the word “obey” is very telling. His cock jumps even as it's becoming flaccid.

“I…then I have to direct the whole thing and sometimes that makes me anxious and I can’t enjoy it. Not always!” he desperately clarifies. “Just…sometimes.” 

“So it’d be fair to say that being in charge is often a turn off for you?”

“Yeah.” His chest was still rising and falling at a semi-normal rate, so you settle on at least attempting to push him.

“Then what would you say is a turn on?”

“It being you.” He’d actually managed to say even less than you thought was possible. 

“Me being the one in control and you being submissive?” It’s the first time you’ve used the s-word. Thomas holds his breath so you stroke his head again, twisting his damp, loose curls around your fingers.

“Yes,” he whispers. “But I know that, as a man, I should want to be dominant.” There it was.

“So as a woman, I should want to be submissive?” That one visibly stumps him. Thomas bites his lip in through and stares at the far wall with a concentrated expression.

“Well, no. You shouldn’t have to…I mean, I don’t care. I do care! I like things how they are.” He slides off your lap so your faces are level, but keeps his legs across your thighs.

“And what if I told you that your submissiveness is the sexist thing about you?” A wide-eyed Thomas goes through a dozen shades of red until even his ears are the color of an overripe tomato. “Have you ever considered that?” He shakes his head slowly, focus falling to his hands. “Hey.” You raise his chin by your pointer finger, then tuck a sweaty lock of hair behind his ear. Carefully, he drags his gaze up to meet yours.

“I already love the parts of you I haven’t met yet. So when you’re ready, I’m ready.”

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never in his life did jaime think that the first person he'd really open up to would be his neighbour, but hey, new friendships are formed.

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– pairings: jaime reyes x oc

– warning: fluff, canon divergent, blue beetle movie spoilers

– author’s note: i wont lie this chapter was one of the more fun ones to write and i was excited :> disclaimer: i’m not of Hispanic or Aztec descent and used a translator for certain terms, so do correct me if im wrong!

translations: dios mío - my god ni siquiera me hagas empezar - don't even get me started

Time always passed faster than you ever thought it would, seconds turning into minutes, and minutes turning into hours within the blink of an eye.

The warm and radiant sun had begun to set, lowering itself closer towards the ocean as all the land beneath it was filled with a golden glow. 

Unaware of this change sat two young adults within an abandoned building, light filling in the lonesome domain, keeping the duo company regardless of the lack of electricity that passed through.

Only Jaime’s voice filled the air as the young woman across him listened intently, hanging onto every word, feeling a fraction of almost every emotion he went gone through, from the sheer panic of the scarab lurching onto his face to the excruciating pain of the scarab’s limbs digging into the bone of his spine, bonding with its host for life.

Pity and heartbreak filled her heart as the man across from her struggled to get through one of the toughest parts of his journey, and the most painful of it all.

The loss of a loved one wasn’t an easy part to handle. He wished for everything to bring him back.

Silently, she pieced the pieces together, her hand hesitantly, but gently reassuringly placed over his own, reminding him that he could keep to himself if he wasn’t ready to share. 

And he truly wasn’t ready yet.

Swallowing down his grief, he continued his tale, opening himself up to her about how he learned to protect those he loved, how he learned to handle this kind of responsibility, and how he barely escaped death with a different — but the good kind of different — approach on this strange, but exciting, new chapter in his life.

It was all so tough, but he had others he could rely on; his familia, Rudy, Nana, his Mamá, even Milagro. And perhaps Jenny, although currently, he was having a little trouble communicating with the latest name on the list after her rejection.

But he faced it all, and even though he still grieved the loss of his father, he came out a stronger person, heck maybe an even more loving person, and nothing was stopping him from keeping the people he loved safe — his home — safe. After all, home is where the heart is.

So here he was, spilling his guts out to a woman he first called a stranger, a threat. But now, things changed, and she started to change into his neighbour, maybe even a friend.

“And after everything her aunt did, she still volunteered to make our neighbourhood better. She helped rebuild our house, gave Rudy a new ride, which he’s practically attached to but won’t admit out loud, and was there for us in our toughest times,” He bobbed his head up and down in thought, Drea humming as her cheek rested in her hands, elbow placed on the armrest while she crossed her legs.

A cheeky smile grew on her face, eyes turning playful at the sight of Jaime’s dazed eyes.

“Jenny, hm? Sounds like quite the keeper,” She chimed, tilting her head playfully.

“Dios mío, ni siquiera me hagas empezar,” He muttered with a dreamy smile growing on his face. “Everything about her, it’s just so… perfect! She’s extremely intelligent, kind and caring, and so, so beautiful. What else do I even have to say?”

Chuckling, Drea leaned back in her chair, suggestively raising an eyebrow.

“Ever tried telling her that? Maybe it will sweep her off her feet, who knows?”

And just like that, Jaime’s smile fell, eyes downcast as he shoved his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants, picking at loose threads from within. He let out a sad sigh, head leaning back as he stared at the vine-filled ceiling.

“Funny thing, it didn’t work. After everything, I thought maybe she felt the same way, but it was probably the adrenaline getting to me…”

“Jaime, I’m sorry,” Drea began, glancing at the Mexican across her in concern. “I didn’t mean to pry–“

“It’s fine, Drea, really,” He replied smoothly, tilting his head to face her. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while anyways, and it’s probably better to let it all out, y’know?”

Slowly, Drea’s look of concern faded, a calm one replacing as she felt mutual about his feelings. She leaned her head back, staring at the little orbs of light that complimented the green of the vines that clung to the cement.

“Yeah, I get that.”

The two shared a look, gentle smiles all around as Jaime let out another sigh, this time, or relief, his eyes glancing back at the ceiling. Slowly, he let the thoughts flood through, one by one pushing them aside as he realised that all of his thoughts were just… thoughts. It’s all they would ever be.

“You know, if you ever want to talk, I’m always free to help out,” Drea began gently, Jaime, suddenly feeling grateful to have a friend around.

“Thanks,” He replied, the fiddling in his pockets slowing. “I’ve got your back too, if you ever need help. So is my family.”

A soft and appreciative look appeared on the woman’s face as she hummed, “I know.”

A comfortable silence grew between them, the two friends basking in the calm, enjoying each other’s company. Until a low rumbling noise was heard, and Jaime’s eyes snapped open.

When did he last eat again?

As his stomach rumbled again, Jaime pulled his phone out in embarrassment, swiftly checking the time. 

6:30 pm.

Huh… he didn’t recall time passing by so quickly.

“It’s about time we head back anyways,” The woman across him stood up, Jaime doing the same as he hurriedly shoved his phone back into his pocket.

“Yeah, it’s for the best,” He let out a breathy chuckle, hands in his pockets once more.

As he took his next step, Jaime hadn’t realised that his left foot was trapped beneath a loose vine, his weight shifting as he tried to lift his leg. 

“Jaime, watch where you’re–“

His eyes widened at his sudden error, hands darting out of his pockets to help him regain his balance, but the ground seemed closer by the second, and he braced himself for impact.

But he never felt himself land on the solid concrete.

Instead, he felt a slight jerk that pulled him away from the ground as strong arms darted to catch his frame, a hand clasping the cloth of his hoodie, another around his waist as his arms flailed to his sides. 

“–Going…”

Blinking up at her, Jaime felt his face flush at the proximity between them, light brown, almost amber, pools of concern staring at him as he felt himself getting lost within them.

Who knew that her eyes were so pretty? Did her hair always look this soft? Wow, under this light she looked so peaceful, so calm, and so beautiful—

“You alright?” She whispered, and the gentleness of her voice almost sent another wave of heat to his cheeks.

Being so lost in the moment, Jaime swore he was hallucinating the moment he felt a warm, soothing glow surround them. And he was certain his mind was messing with him the moment he thought he saw pink briefly dust her cheeks.

“Y-Yeah, yeah, I’m all good,” He muttered quickly, pulling his feet from beneath him as he regained his balance. 

It was then that he realised their slight height difference, his heart pounding at the thought of being able to encompass her completely if they ever decided to hug. Or cuddle. Or kiss—

No! Jaime, you’re friends. You’re just hungry, and you’re thinking these thoughts because you’re lonely and you were rejected, that’s all. Don’t mess it up.

“The vines here are a little pesky now and then, but hey, a little pruning might be needed,” She giggled, and Jaime fought his thoughts once more, almost hissing out loud for them to shut up.

“Jaime, you’re staring, again. You need to answer Alejandra or she will think that you are weird.”

“Yeah,” Jaime blurted out, silently thanking Khaji for the reminder. “Uh, yeah we definitely gotta cut those. Anyway, shall we? I think I’ve left my Mamá for too long and any longer, she might file a missing person’s report. Again.”

“Again?” She narrowed her eyes with a sly grin. “That must’ve been fun.”

“Eh, not so fun when you’ve been considered missing after crashing through your childhood home and flying all over the city without a clue on how to control it,” He joked back, her elbow nudging his ribs as they shared a laugh.

Right as he saw her smile, he felt himself go soft as he saw how radiant she was when she was truly happy, and his stomach rumbled once more, breaking the moment between them.

“Alright, c’mon big guy, let’s get you home with some food,” She chuckled, snapping her fingers as the citlaltontli hovered back in her hands.

The little glowing beads lost their radiance, their surroundings fading into the shadows as Drea grabbed Jaime’s wrist gently, pulling the male towards the large double doors of the building.

“Using up this much energy for light has worked up my appetite too.”

He chuckled, eyes glued onto their conjoining point, swallowing the lump in his throat as he felt how soft her tan hands were.

“Yeah, food,” He chimed. “Wanna join us for dinner?”

“Only if you don’t almost expose me before your family.”

There was something about the playful glint in her eye that made him want to know her more, to know more about her childhood, her hopes, her dreams. Everything.

“Deal.”

Yeah, he was just hungry.

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Supercorp FicRec P. 29

The next part in my ongoing ficrec series. I go through my bookmarks on AO3 and select the ones I like the best and add a little commentary on why. 5 fics per part. 

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we're playing to a full house, darling (but this show can't go on) by the_ominous_owl

Kara’s struggling to find work. Lena’s struggling to find herself. When fate (with some help from Cat Grant) casts them into the same orbit they find themselves completely off-script, because while everyone knows about the sins of the father, they're somewhat less clear about the sins of one’s siblings. Throw into that an audience hungry for stories at the expense of fact, a showrunner with a plan nobody saw coming, and a co-star who steadfastly refuses to keep it in his pants, and you’ve got a tale so dramatic even the protagonists have noticed. or the one where they’re both actresses with a surprising amount of baggage for two people who haven’t met yet.

w: 37,360

r: teen and up

The actress trope done very, very well. Slowburn. Lena's got it so very bad but shes got baggage. Kara is captain oblivious. They figure it out tho. Lots of intimacy and feelings. There's a part two bt that ones still a wip.

It's Funny Right up Until It's Not by ThornedRose44

It's funny because it's harmless… It's funny because it's never a big deal… It's funny because it's forgotten by the next day… It's funny because she's fine. She's always fine… Until… she’s not...

w: 12,131

r: mature

Yea so this one cut deep. Happy ending but were digging into the "haha quarterly assassination lol" witch is really not funny at all. Angst but so so heartfelt and wonderful. Some-when after S5.

musings from 504 by sapphic_luthor

“We got Supergirl’s mail again,” a voice calls from behind a massive, unidentifiable sculpture as it steps through the door. He sets the piece down just as the words leave his mouth, and then the dark-haired boy spins to face you, hand outstretched to drop a letter onto the countertop, and he breathes, “Oh, fuck.” You look toward your new roommates, and register the panic on their faces. “Wait,” you say, but your mind is jumping to conclusions that your mouth is far too embarrassed to vocalize, so you find that you don’t have any follow-up. “Are you--” you start, but you know it’s true even before you ask. “Seriously?”

w: 7,670

r: teen and up

So how much do we all think Kara's neighbors know about her life? An outsiders perspective on the Superfriends. Funny and fun and heartfelt.

Bizarre Love Triangle by powergrapes

One day, two women meet on the subway. The recently dumped Lena is recovering from a broken heart, and Kara is grappling with the open-ish relationship she has with her long-distance boyfriend. They decide that they’re going to become friends. The kind of friends who also have totally casual, no-strings-attached, nobody’s-catching-feelings sex. What could go wrong? As Alex puts it: “Kara. This is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done. And I’m including the time that you set fire to your own hair and nearly burned the house down trying to do some spell you found on MySpace to make Troy Bolton materialize in real life and marry you.” Or: Lena and Kara go around New York City eating food and banging each other until their feelings eat away at them, and Alex tries not to have an aneurysm about it.

w: 113,061

r: explicit

So so so well written. Gets pretty angsty but the payoff is so worth it. Lots of feelings and fun and fluff too. And very VERY good smut. A MUST read!

The Luthor Family by MyCatIsMyEditor

Following Lex’s death Lena finds herself guardian to the four year old nephew she never knew existed. She also finds herself in need of help. Who better to help her than her best friend and National City’s favourite Kryptonian. It’s just a little awkward that her nephew is scared of Supergirl. OR Kara and Lena raising Lex’s son while slowly getting together with a bunch of cute fluff and some angst thrown in as they work together to be the best parents possible to a scared little boy.

w: 95,676

r: mature

Digs a lot into the issues with fostering a child who was neglected and abused. But its very well done and there's a lot of fluff too. Kara and Lena slip into the parent role very well. But of course this whoe situation digs up issues of theirs too. They build a wonderful family and support net and finally get to be so so happy with everyone at their side.

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What got you into writing/how long have you been writing?

What’s your writing inspiration?

Do you write in silence or need background sounds? Like music?

Do you struggle more with dialogue or detail?

Any tips for someone who wants to write fanfiction?

How do you differ all your OC’s so you don’t rewrite the same characters over and over?

Do you do research?

— from someone who would love to write their own stories lol but yours are great!

My darling. So many apologies for how tardy I’ve been in replying to this, I really wanted to give it due thought because I’m quite touched you’d even ask.

1: I’ve been writing since I was little, my mama was always reading me classics and my greatest ambition was to be some kind of author every bit as colorful as their characters, a la Oscar Wilde. 🥳

2. Writing inspiration? Oh that’s a hard one only in that I could cite a million things and chat your poor ear off, but to be boring and also frank -I just love stories. I think they’re so inspiring and healing and necessary for making sense of things, or else resigning to things that can’t be explained. I love to study love and how very human and fallible and also indestructible it is in its many forms. I love to dig through tragedy and find the refining purpose of it, I love to take characters through hells I’ve been through so that I can imagine their triumphs, too, and my own through them. If this can happen to -name your hero- then I’m no smaller for it happening to me, if -name your hero- can get through it and be loved and admired by a whole fandom? -I deserve the same commendation from myself at the very least. Stories are essential and fun and I never ever imagined I’d have a little group one day liking my own where we could all scream about these things together. I’m legit so humbled each time I log on here and find y’all ready and waiting and interactive. The community of it, that’s the biggest drive right now, tbh. What a sweet season.

3. I usually write in silence, or else at any chance where I have a moment, so that could be public transport or lunch breaks or in the loo during family holidays, ha. However I do find music to be an inspiring mood setter for writing later that day. Especially as i juggle many ongoing projects at once, the genre im listening to before may very well influence what gets worked on.

4. Detail!! Dialogue can be challenging but I hear it so clearly in my head most of the time that it’s not hard. Details can devastate me.

5. Ooof, I still feel like I’m a baby at it, this is only my second fandom to dare for. I’d say for sure write what you find inspiring instead of what appears to be wanted, i firmly believe that’s the only sure way to keep up any inspiration and the niche will draw its own crowd, one’s who will like it all the better for its specially crafted world. Also, for dialogue -replay and replay dialogue from the character before you write. Are they terse or do they ramble? Are they sarcastic or earnest? Do they have a word they repeat often? -I noticed the other day how Rosenthal uses “you know?” often in the show. Also, sometimes switch up sentence structure from character to character, it helps feel like hopping brains without a fully jarring POV change. All these are things I’m currently working at myself, but that’s the best I’ve got for advice.

6. Oh boy I’m still figuring this out myself. Three things come to mind as little helps I use- first off, read real biographies, it helps tremendously with crafting fully dimensional fictional people. Two -have a maturing arc for your OC during the story, separate from whatever adventure or romance that occurs, this will make it feel less like a inserted person into the broader story. Three, choose a personality type or something similar to both keep them separate from the next but also to ensure their virtues have corresponding vices.

7. I do research a lot. But I find that it’s a fine line for myself of when that drains all creativity or bravery. Im massively indebted to so many mutuals who generously share their own with me.

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This is really exciting, me and @fanficwriter284 are collaborating to write a fic together! It’s set in their Kingdom AU, where Chucky and Tiffany are king and queen of a kingdom. Think of this fic as a blend between Seed of Chucky and Tangled, it should be a lot of fun. It’s another multi chapter fic, and we’ll take turns writing chapters. This is the prologue. We hope you enjoy it :).

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The night was dark and cold. The howling wind perfectly matched the howling of Queen Tiffany, who was currently going through a difficult labour. Her husband wasn’t home for the birth, he’d been called away at the last minute to yet another battle. Not called away exactly, he tended to wage war when he was stressed, and he had been extremely stressed during the pregnancy. Conceiving had been difficult, to have not one child but two was utterly miraculous.

Chucky had promised to be home before sunrise, but as it 11 o’clock at night and Tiffany had not received word that he was close, that prospect was seeming less and less likely. So it seemed as if the Queen was doomed to suffer through her labour alone, not feeling comforted by the terrified doctors and maids surrounding her. 

As her screams reached a crescendo, the door flew open, and a frantic looking King Charles Lee Loman Reinhardt burst into the room, sporting a dozen new open scars. Momentarily forgetting any sense of regal decorum, he ran up to his wife and grasped her hand in his, squeezing tightly with a deep sense of worry.

“Have the babies not come yet?”

Tiffany screamed yet again, before gathering the strength to speak. 

“No, it’s been hours! I’m starting to believe these children will never come-‘

Chucky squeezed tighter, growing more worried, despite that seeming impossible. Seemingly noticing how intense he seemed, he tried to smile, but it seemed more like a terrified grimace.

“Don’t say that, my own mother had a difficult labour with my twin and I, but we were born eventually. Besides, this is the hardest part, afterwards we’ll be parents. Isn’t that just incredible?”

This thought comforted Tiffany, and as she thought about how wonderful motherhood was going to be, she began to feel something shift. Could it be? Was it time? As if in confirmation, a doctor nodded and beamed.

“I think I can see a head, ma’am! Push!”

Immediately, Tiffany pushed with all of her might, digging her nails into her husband’s hand as she did so. Chucky, to his credit, didn’t make a single sound that would indicate that he was in pain. He’d had practice from the battlefield, he wouldn’t cry out even if he were stabbed through the heart.

After what seemed like an eternity of pushing (which was, in actuality, only eleven minutes) a healthy baby boy with hair the colour of his father’s came kicking and screaming into the world. A son and heir, the kingdom would be so happy. It didn’t matter what the second child’s gender was, Tiffany had done her queenly duty and provided a male heir. As the boy was washed and wrapped in blankets, Tiffany valiantly began to push out the second child.

This birth seemed easier, potentially due to the fact that Tiffany’s stress has alleviated, and about five minutes later the second child was born. This child was a girl, with a head of flame-red hair identical to her father and brother’s. Now the kingdom had a new prince and princess, and Tiffany was so pleased.

Mere moments later, both twins were placed on their mother’s chest, freshly washed and swaddled. Their father bent down to get a good look at them out of his good eye. Tiffany had worried that her husband would struggle to bond with the children, he always seemed so closed off and he had publicly stated that he detested children in the past. But the second that Chucky reached down to touch their children’s faces so tenderly, she knew that this wouldn’t be an issue.

“You’ve done so well, my love. What shall we name them, then?”

Giving this a moment of thought, Tiffany glanced down at her babies, struggling to make up her mind. There had been a list of approved names, but looking down at the twins, it was clear that none of them would fit. She looked up at her husband for assistance.

“Can’t think of one, huh? That’s okay, none of the names we like fit, do they? I did have a backup option, but I wanted to wait until the twins were here to see if the name would work. It was a name for our son, our daughter could maybe have a name that started with the same letter?”

That sounded like a great idea, it certainly took a lot of stress out naming. Relieved, Tiffany nodded and smiled.

“What was the name you were thinking of?”

Chucky suddenly grew quiet, slightly sad even. He reached out to hold their son, and stared into the boy’s eyes. He nodded decisively and looked back at his wife.

“Carolus. After my twin brother.”

Tiffany looked down at her son and tested out the name.

“Carolus… I like it. It’s a beautiful name, thank you for suggesting it. Perhaps our daughter’s name could be Cara?”

As if in agreement, the newborn princess grunted and opened her eyes and mouth as wide as she could. Seeing this, both parents laughed.

“I think she likes that name! Okay, it’s settled then. Welcome to the world, Carolus and Cara.”

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A celebration was held throughout the kingdom, lanterns were lit, people danced in the streets. Everybody was thrilled to have a new prince and princess, especially since the King had promised to hold off any battles for the time being, vowing to dedicate himself to his family and not put his life in danger for their sakes.

It was the next evening before Tiffany and Chucky were able to get any sleep. They loathed leaving their children in the nursery down the hall, but that was the custom. They were so tired that they immediately fell asleep the second their heads hit the pillow.

If they had been in a lighter sleep, or maybe even awake, they would’ve heard the latch on the nursery window coming undone. They would’ve heard the quiet freak as the window opened, and the howling of the wind that had been let indoors. They would’ve heard the sound of footsteps in the nursery, followed by the cries of terrified infants. But it was too late.

The next morning, Tiffany went into the nursery to see her children, only to find the cradles empty. With a devastated howl that made her husband run into the room, she came to the heartbreaking realisation that her children were missing.

[bengiyo]

Our Skyy 2 x The Eclipse Ep 1 Stray Thoughts

I am unreasonably excited to see Akk, Ayan, and company again. I loved The Eclipse, and continually lament the shortened episode order on the back half. I wanted Golf to complete all of their ideas, so I’m hoping that this gets them a chance to finish. Still, First and Khaotung like working together and care a lot about each other, so I’m excited to see them get to play at boyfriends together for a fun outing.

This is week five and the intro song is not growing on me.

I know we’re all going to make a lot of Brokeback Mountain references, but the first meeting is giving Big Enough.

Of course it was another Akk dream sequence. They’re never letting us live that down.

Love that we are calling out the film directly. Akk is correct. The ending is too sad. If you think Brokeback Mountain is too sad, I urge you to see the director’s (Ang Lee) earlier work: The Wedding Banquet (1995).

Ayan is so cheesy in a way that really works for me. He’s one of my favorite BL boys because he’s grounded in the unfortunate real trauma of losing gay elders that were important to you. He responded to that by loving Akk loudly and directly. Even as he delineates what a place and a space are, he takes the chance to flirt with his boyfriend.

Okay, I don’t normally want to question production decisions, but camping equipment can be so heavy in bulk. Why are they eating on heavy ceramic plates and drinking out of glasses, but they’re sitting on camping chairs and using a foldable table? Also, why is this grill so close to their tent? It’s dangerous to leave food preparation so close to your sleeping area.

Ayan definitely knows about Akk’s birthday, and likely already has something planned. I think he’s teasing him to see if Akk will bring it up on his own because Akk consistently struggles with expressing what he actually wants.

Golf has so much to say in their work. This quick debate about how much, how often, and how hard to care about others feels like a deep meditation upon which we’ve not even scratched the surface.

Nobody told me we was frolicking!

It’s 2023 and we all verse now! I see what they did with that rider conversation.

Oh, I just got sad that this might be the last time we see Neo and Louis paired.

Pawin stays busy, let me tell you. He’s 3/3 right now with Our Skyy 2.

I love seeing work from filmmakers who love film. Golf going out of their way to highlight and bring attention to the Thai Film Archive warms my heart.

Fun fact: Khom Khongkiat, who we are familiar with for his work on KinnPorsche and The Promise and the role of Uncle Tong in Bad Buddy, was a screenwriter on Ong Bak.

Ong-Bak, but make it gay, was not on my bingo board for Our Skyy 2, but it probably should have been.

I see we’re still doing the Wat and Teacher Sani plot.

Everyone clearly had such a fun time making this fantasy sequences calling back to classic Thai film.

I know we’ve seen Mork’s actor before, and it’s bothering me that I can’t remember where.

Look at Wat starting shit. First, encouraging this split, and then making them sleep apart. I’m here for this drama.

Genuinely loved the cross-cutting between the pairs talking about their relationship problems. Not sure if the translation of Akk feeling like Ayan only focusing on himself is coming across clearly to me, but I am reading it such that Akk feels that Ayan is not sensitive to the way his actions and words impact others.

I’m okay with how often they’ve been taking off Neo’s shirt.

I like how unsubtle the political themes are, and how they’re being expressed textually through the couples’ current tension. It works for me because these issues do cause problems in people’s real relationships.

So glad this show got to do product placement this time.

I need Akk and Ayan to talk to each other properly. They’re both so stubborn and tend to dig in their heels.

I really like the way Neo and Louis kiss. Excited to see Neo in Only Friends.

The fake moons in BL always bother me.

First and Khaotung are so good at yearning at each other, but I am worried about Akk and Ayan long term. I don’t think Akk was wrong to talk about how he feels like he gets pushed around by Ayan.

I am so glad to be back with these boys. The Eclipse had some really clear ideas in it that are still present here, and I’m always happy to see Golf continue to work out their ideas in their fiction. Can’t believe I get to see them again tomorrow!

[brasideios]

I really should stop paying attention to the AI stuff but this is seriously getting to me; so much so that I’m considering quitting writing altogether.

I’ve been digging into my thoughts about this lately and I wanted to break it down a little here; to explain to myself, as well as you poor souls who engage with my bullshit, why I think AI fundamentally sucks and why I’m struggling to find a way to share my work anymore.

It begins with the fact that I strongly dislike the entire concept of traditional publishing.

In a nutshell, publishing houses get to decide what you, the consumer, will read, always based on what will be popular and make them the most money. They have the power to decide what you can’t read, what you shouldn’t read.

How many excellent stories have never been published because they weren’t riding the zeitgeist?

Millions. Millions.

And let’s not get into the ridiculously low percentage of income an author makes from a book published by a traditional publisher. Holy shit, it’s appalling.

Even as an indie author I earn about 32c for every $12USD sale of an ebook at best, and it is much, much worse through a publishing house.

Anyway. I digress.

In my opinion, all stories have a place, a meaning for the people who are listening for them, which is why finding the fanfiction world was so amazing to me.

Every voice here has an equal chance of being heard, and equally, we all have a chance to find the story we’ve been looking for. No one can stop you from publishing whatever it is you feel compelled to say. Whatever it is that drives and moves you.

It was honestly a relief to find stories without perfect prose and grammar getting the love they rightly deserve. Stories with silly or fun premises, LGBTQ+ people taking centre stage or - *insert thing that the publishing world would never publish here* - because it makes people ‘happy’ (whatever emotional form that takes) - both to write and to read.

But that well is poisoned by the people cashing in on that work via AI scraping, making unknowing slaves of creative people - pouring their love and time into a piece of writing only to have it stolen.

And in their own way, people using AI to make stories are just as bad. They too want to take advantage of the labour of others to get some buzz of dopamine from kudos/likes or whatever, which is completely unearned and undeserved.

I’m just going to mention here, while I’m on the subject - if you’re one of those wretches feeding other people’s unfinished fics to the AI to get an ending - I hate you so much there aren’t words. You are actually the worst. I hope none of my followers would do this - but if you do, check yourself.

Moving on…

The thing is, I just can’t understand how writers especially (and not just fic writers) can’t see that AI rips out the heart of storytelling.

Writing as a process is entirely personal; it comes from inside the self. At least in my experience, the process is more important than the end result. The discovery and exploration of themes and emotions entirely your own is only to be found in the process; it can’t be replicated by a computer spitting out strings of words others wrote.

It just can’t.

And I’m just going to say this now - if you, as a writer, don’t think this is important at all - if you don’t think that coming up with ideas and developing them yourself is literally what writing is - then I honestly don’t know what you’re doing, but it isn’t writing.

Anyway (again).

Where in all of this is there a place for a writer who doesn’t want their stories to be grist for the mill, to be regurgitated in some altered, souless form and sold off as if it was someone else’s?

Who’s sick to death of putting money in some other son of a bitches pocket, while they do the work out of love and passion?

I don’t know. I just don’t know anymore.

As it stands, we are powerless to stop any of this unless we simply stop writing, or sharing that writing. That’s a miserable acknowledgment to have to make for someone who quite literally just wants to write and share those stories with others without them being stolen.

It shouldn’t be a lot to ask.