#gonna spam tags in hopes that it finds someone who's read it •_•

[chromaticramblings]

book review - ecotopia by ernest callenbach

Ecotopia, written by ernest callenbach in the 1970s, describes a world in which the land regions previously known as northern california, washington, and oregon secede from the rest of the united states and create their own nation, the nation of Ecotopia. the principles of sustainability and circular economy are central to this new nation.

here are my thoughts on some things covered in the book, i hope that this reaches someone else who's read it and we can share thoughts!

(this will include spoilers. however, the nature of the book is not a narrative, and is rather a presentation of ideas. therefore reading this post will not ruin the book for you if you choose to read it)

one of the greatest thought experiments Ecotopia undertakes is that of ideal urban planning. in that respect, the book is pretty cool! they hypothetical nation of Ecotopia describes San Francisco as a central city hub, from which spokes of public transport emerge and run to smaller city towns. these towns take the place of suburbs, which were razed during the country’s Independence / reconstruction era. (wooooo!!) public transport abounds and runs at a high speed of 30 mph, which is all you really need since the urban centers are so densely built and multi use. Between city towns are managed forests (actual forests! not monocultures) as well as natural land which has been allowed to restore itself.

people live in flexible communes that typically work together to produce something, whether that be a farming commune, fishing commune, artist communes, or business / science communes that invent things. everyone has a universal base income that is just minimal enough to reasonably get by, allowing people to pursue art or a risky startup without fear of dying. which i think is really cool! necessity breeds innovation yes but you need security too. work culture in Ecotopia is also vastly different, as the boundary between work and leisure and personal time is eroded, which may seem like a bad thing but the consequence of the UBI system means that most Ecotopians actually Like their work and choose to do it of their own free will. crazy huh.

houses are typically made of wood, which to me raised a suspicion flag, cause this is the Bay Area we’re talking about, which is Humid as Shit, and the Ecotopians have phased out paint due to it containing heavy metals. which good for them i guess but those houses are gonna rot lmfao. i took the liberty of imagining they are proofed with sealant made from the biodegradable, non petroleum based plastic the Ecotopians had developed and manufactured. while wood is the building material of choice, houses are also built from large tubes of insulated bioplastic, which are joined at the whim of the family or commune creating the house. (there are no architects, everyone builds their own houses themselves to suit their needs.) these houses are cheap and accessible, and zoning laws seem to be nonexistent, making homelessness a nonissue.

in terms of materials, everything in Ecotopia is renewable and has a full zero waste lifecycle. wood is the material of choice. the only metal Ecotopians use comes from scavenged cars and machinery of the pre seccession era. Ecotopians still manufacture plastic, but most kinds of it are fully biodegradable in a few days. when a lasting material is needed, a different type of plastic is used; this kind will not degrade until it is in full contact with soil. given how important disposable plastic is for applications such as research, i'm glad this was considered and accounted for in this book instead of throwing it off as a "we don't need plastic anymore kumbaya" kinda vibe.

culture wise, there is a lack of emotional restraint which the book’s narrator, a visitor from NYC, frequently comments on. hugs and physical affection between all relationships and genders are normalized. there also seems to be an insistence on small talk as a way to humanize those working “lesser skilled” jobs. honestly i found this a bit annoying, as i don’t think small talk is necessarily indicative of human connection, and that a truly emotionally attuned people would be okay with giving space when necessary. but i thought it was nice to acknowledge that all people are people, even while working “subservient” jobs.

ok so those were the things i liked.

criticism #1.

WILLIAM WESTON STOP BEING A FUCKING MISOGYNIST CHALLENGE

alternatively:

ERNEST CALLENBACH WRITE ONE (1) WOMAN WHO ISN’T A SEX OBJECT CHALLENGE

NO, THE WOMAN WHO YOU DESCRIBED AS UNATTRACTIVE WHO ALSO HAPPENS TO BE IN A POSITION OF POWER DOES NOT COUNT

god jesus christ

over the course of his adventures, journalist William Weston encounters many fellows (men) and new friends whom he talks around the fire with (men). he also encounters Marissa, a beautiful wild woman, exotic and mysterious who runs through the forest, cares deeply for trees, stares into his soul with her plain face and round dark eyes, and has sex with him twenty four hours three hundred sixty five days a year.

he also encounters Linda, an attractively sarcastic yet caring nurse, who nurses his injuries, jacks him off, and consumes him with thoughts of when he “will be healed enough to fuck her properly”. (direct quote)

in addition to the misogyny, there appears to be a fair amount of gender essentialism in Ecotopian society, something I found disappointing. Ecotopian clothes are sharply gendered. (from my understanding of Ecotopian values, i’d expect everyone to be wearing skirts due to the ease of manufacture and resulting ease of movement.) women are described to have an “air of fertility” (yes, actually). the governing party is made up of women, due to womens’ “natural competency regarding cooperation and diplomacy rather than competition”. the only sport in the country, the ritual war games, is barred to women. (it’s actually remarked later in the book that in Ecotopian psychology offices, it is often women who come in with issues of untamed aggression, and attributes it to their exclusion from the games. i wonder what a solution could be 🤔) thankfully work is not gendered, but it appears the social spheres of men and women rarely intersect, as Weston socializes and discusses ideas with a fair amount of men, and no women. perhaps for the better, as he’d be too distracted trying to fuck them to have a discussion of any substance.

queer pairings are also mentioned offhand, but they serve the purpose of emphasizing the Ecotopian's open attitudes towards sex and intimacy. queerness is treated as a sexual quirk rather than as an orientation.

in addition to the disappointing sexism / heterosexism, there's a good amount of racism. different races live segregated. although this is a conscious choice by the inhabitants, it still strikes as somewhat odd that there wouldn't be a way for humans to maintain their culture while living in an integrated society. many of the barriers to race equality in our current system are abolished in Ecotopia; the cheapness of the bioplastic houses makes it accessible for anyone to own a house anywhere, and the ease with which people can start their own enterprises reduces employment barriers significantly. therefore i'd expect integration between races to be a significant achievement of the Ecotopians. the writing itself is also racist. callenbach makes distinctions while describing the cultures of the nonwhite populations that make it clear that white is the default of Ecotopia, and all other cultures are side notes. also, callenbach makes no mention of an Ecotopian prison system (an aspect of society that no doubt merits analysis) until he mentions the Black community. sir what is up with that 🤨

there's also a lot to be said of callenbach's treatment of Indigenous ideas. the Ecotopians take a lot of inspiration from classic Indigenous principles, such as living in balance with the earth's natural resources and respecting nonhuman life, and Indigenous clothing styles. however, this feels rather appropriative rather than appreciative, and there are no actual Indigenous characters in the book. i would expect that such an empathetic society which takes direct principles from Indigenous culture would appreciate and honor the Indigenous people within that society rather than just shamelessly taking their culture, especially given the context that Ecotopians are ex citizens of the united states, the country which caused the Indigenous communities in that area so much harm.

overall, i think this book's strengths lie in its rethinking of what society could be like without work as its central focus. i love the UBI system, the reduced work week, and the attitude of work as something to enjoy rather than something to get over with. i also love that the nation's economic fall wasn't skipped over. i think its important to realize that many policies which would improve human health and quality of life would also lower our GDP, and that maybe that's perfectly fine. maybe human lives matter more than how rich a nation is. despite all these strengths, however, the sexism and racism cannot be overlooked; they made me almost put the book down several times. this book is clearly a product of its time, written by a white man. in keeping with good critical thinking practices, its important to recognize what ideas are good to keep and what needs to be thrown out.

tldr: great ideas about an alternative structure for society, unfortunately sexist and racist as well. 6/10

[marigoos]

I’ve been so ill this past few weeks and been hospitalized because of medical concerns. Found out that I have a tumor and it was already malignant. I have a Stage 2A Cervical Cancer and needs help ASAP. 🥺

GOAL: $1800

Oh this is gonna be so fun. Buckle up, children, time for

✨SCAM EDUCATION✨

1:

Someone you don't know sends you an ask and asks for money

This in itself is an alarm bell. Maybe you're used to it if you're a big account, but if you're a smaller one that alone should make you suspicious af. This user does not follow me nor do I follow them. The only case in which this is acceptable is if you're running a donations blog (you know, the ones who collect people in need and make periodic posts to boost them? Which are way more expert in checking for possible frauds, or so one hopes)

2:

If you scroll down their blog, they're very recent

This is their first ever post, notice the time stamp. If it's still active when you're reading this, you can check yourself.

It's even worse because, while it makes sense for someone very desperate to open accounts on any social media that comes to mind and start begging, you scroll down their blog and their posts are mostly untagged gifs of popular shows and scantily clothed women. Which in itself is not a crime, I often do it too (though I don't go around asking money to strangers) but when you've known for weeks (see pinned post) that you were sick, and your blog is only 5 days old, I would expect at least one post about it other than the pinned one, no? Or even just one single original posts instead of only reblogs and one answered ask to another 6-days-old account

Also I'm not one to judge others' sexual preferences but if you're a mom I would expect at least one of the thirsty posts to be about a man, but oh well. Definitely not enough

3.

Check for others' warnings

There's a whole blog dedicated to listing all the scammers here in Tumblr, but I can't fucking member I should follow them if and when I remember

The fastest way is to search for their PayPal account name. First, though, you have to be CAREFUL about clicking suspicious links - always copy the link and paste it in the url bar to quickly check where it redirects you. In this case I saw It did redirect me to PayPal, and I did load it only because I don't have any PayPal app or credentials saved on my phone, so I don't risk payments or credentials getting sent automatically.

Unfortunately this must be quite recent, because searching for Christine Owaga (this guy^'s PayPal) only got me some Facebook accounts, and I don't remember my password so I'm not gonna check those.

However, since this is an ask on Tumblr, I looked on Tumblr for terms like "scam alert", "scam warning", "donation scam" and so on, and I did find something interesting:

Same exact message several times, more than one account, only one of which is still active.

Then I scrolled a bit more and found this one with a sliiiightly modified text, gonna bet that it's because that was when the victim brought a link to someone with a much bigger collection of receipts lmao just gonna link it here

The PayPal account name is different tbh, which means this dude is at least a bit smarter than an actual bot and knows how to spam semi-efficiently. Kudos!

This is not how a legit ill person should behave. Not even trying to bring some evidence, just leaving a trail of deleted accounts.

Gonna tag everyone I saw reblogging the scammer's pinned post so that they can delete it and maybe warn their followers (assuming they're not bots themselves)

@thecherry95 @back-in-19something @underthewingsofthblackeagle @fantasticcollectorkitten @takineko @razzgamer5 @jacks-ace @windywillows-world @aurelia-which-means-sunrise @comradesmooches @loch-tess-monster @urazayt @boodubious07 @satinfables @rateater69 @irontyphoonobject @blackfairyemoji @dannyfoggings @helloparzival13 @rusalkascave

[yorshie]

why hello there sweet raccoon. hmmm eyeing your timezine a bit but i wont tell shhhh. Alas, i must know! <33

🌵 🥑 🔪 🦷 ❄️ 🏜️ 🦋🐚 ☁️ 🐝 🎨🧩

Hi keisha! It’s only (looks at clock guiltily.) oh. Oh ok yea you are right it’s pretty late my bad lol. I will honk sho after this raccoon’s honor.

Share the link to a playlist you love

- hm I think I’m gonna link The Wolf Queen, which fueled a lot of my werewolf boyfriend stage of life. It’s very much “I chose the wolf over the hunter” vibes and very darkly romantic.

You accidentally killed someone, which mutual do you call to help?

- Let’s be honest I would incriminate all of you in a voice chat session panicking to figure out how to get rid of a body. I am sorry.

What’s the weirdest topic you’ve researched for a fic?

- Hm…….. you know that tag for TMNT fanfic on AO3 called ‘turtle anatomy’? Lol

Share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear by

- If you get stung by a wasp slap some mud on it. Tobacco works great too.

What’s your dream theme/plot for a fic and who would write it best?

- oh goodness. Honestly, I think it would be neat if the moots all wrote a chapter of the “same” story. Like a choose your own adventure sort of deal. It might be a bit difficult but I think it could be fun, if we picked a easy prompt.

What’s your fav type of comment to receive on a work?

- any type of comment makes my day. Literal keyboard smashes are great. Falling out of windows are hilarious. Play by play thoughts? Marvelous. Once a person just spammed the letter A for three lines straight and I laughed so hard I wheezed.

Share something that has been on your heart and mind lately

- I’ve had a lot of feelings worrying over friends. Hoping they’re doing ok and wondering how to navigate helping them when I technically don’t “know” them…but I hope they read this and they know I’m thinking of them.

Do you like or dislike surprises?

- *squints suspiciously* hm…. Is this a turtle grenade question? (Lol I usually like surprises unless it’s irl and the person drops hints. Not knowing but Knowing kills me)

What made you choose your username?

- so my favorite book is called “The Last Dragon” by Silvana De Mari, and Yorsh is a character in the book. It’s a very good book, sometimes I hear ppl refer to me as “Yorsh” and am confused because I’ll forget I named myself after him lol. But it’s about the last elf who goes on a quest without knowing it to find the last dragon.

Tag your biggest supporters and say one nice thing about them

The whole Turtle Fam including you Keisha just the fact that you all let me be crazy about turtles makes you all my biggest supporters. You’re all dear friends and I must say you all have excellent taste in fictional characters.

Link your favorite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

This one of bayverse Leo giving Mona a Gift by Tychou When Leo Met Mona is my comfort fic to read when I’m feeling down, but also I just love these two. I will never not go crazy over Tychou’s Mona and her dynamic with Leo always makes me soft and fuzzy inside.

What will make you click away from a fanfic immediately?

- I can’t read things in first person.

Thank you for the ask!

[batsarebetterthanpeople]

I just want to recap this whole situation from my POV actually because I think it would be useful at this point. And I actually want to start in 2014 on instagram during the spam ig era. I was a homestuck cosplayer on spam insta when I was 13 and dealt with the 4 chan raids, if anyone remembers those. So that's my background, just so you know. I got called a retarded dyke by proto gamergaters during my formative years, and it effected the way I engage online.

Anyway, hard cut to when I watched OFMD in April. I deeply related to Ed as a character. Most of my fan engagement for the first month or so was on tiktok, but I got off of it and went back to my social media of choice, Tumblr. I saw a lot of fucking Takes TM that I hated from a certain contingent of the fandom and I was critical of them, and so I started posting my own reading. Here's where the situation starts

I start posting my own reading of the show and I tag the characters that are in the show, hoping to find people who agree with my reading so I could follow them. I got yelled at for """maintagging""" which is an issue I've only run into before once, and the people who got mad at me about the """maintagging""" I received some agressive anons which I promptly deleted. I posted my Ed is Izzy's abuser post (tagged Izzy critical), got more aggressive anons, which I deleted for the most part. Had to tell some people how to block the Izzy critical tag. Cemented myself firmly in the izzy critical camp. I continued to see Shit Takes, in fact since the Izzy is Ed's abuser meta I've only ever made my Izzy metas in response to Shit Takes. I got on Calico Jack twitter, which I don't go on twitter all that often, and there's a lot of overlap between Izzy twitter and CJ twitter unfortunately, so that made me less likely to use twitter at all. I was mostly on there for the porn, so it's cool. I didn't interact with discourse hardly at all so twitter didn't feed me anything related to this.

Now over this period of time the situation on tumblr was getting completely unhinged actually. You couldn't post anything at all in the Izzy tag without someone crawling out of the woodwork to tell you that you were terrible for it. People did slowly learn to block the Izzy critical tag, but jesus christ it was a slow learning process for yall. Every day I'd get on here and post silly little posts, and then one of mine or my mutuals posts would be a little bit too mean to Izzy, and by a little bit too mean it would be something objectively true. And then people would just descend on it and there would be another fucking drama. And it's impossible to predict what's gonna set you off.

Now one drama was completely unrelated to Izzy at all. Stede Anon as we've been calling them, L as they've been referred to in that document showed up in june, left a few nasty anons, and then fucked off because the people that they were bothering turned off anon. Then they came back in October to bother me I played with Stede Anon until I got tired. I wished them a Karkalicious 2009 and sent them on their way.

Another drama I want to recap, which I hesitate to call a drama because of the racist under ... well... overtones is the "documenting of the Izzy haters" a couple of people made a whole sideblog dedicated to documenting the worst of the "Izzy haters". Except they didn't start out with the twitter doxing, or L/Stede Anon. They started out with a mutual of mine who is a black woman and who talks about racism in fandom. She has never harassed anyone to my knowledge and has had quite a bit of nastiness directed at her. I had heard some whisperings of potential harassment being directed at Izzy stans, and I had remained firmly out of it. This blog was too much for me. If they were dedicated to documenting the nastiness they were receiving in fandom, and their third post was about someone who posts metas and minds their own business, then there must not be real problems, especially since I'm catching all this fucking flack for simply posting things that aren't even mean. It may just be that I grew up on the internet but I can be real fucking mean, and I haven't been.

One instance of this is the Izzy isn't canonically queer drama. A mutual of mine posted that Izzy isn't technically confirmed as queer, his queerness is all subtext, that might be an interesting thing to analyze. Things got heated on my dash for a while. Since may there's been a problem in the OFMD community where people get yelled at for posting Izzy critical. And after a long argument with a certain Izzy stan in regards to the post in question I posted this because I was genuinely curious. Basically the argument consisted of us talking past each other, where I said "No one is calling Izzy straight we're just trying to analyze another facet of his character" and they said "You're doing harm to x y z group of Izzy enjoyers by saying that he's straight, and you're doing harassment." On that post that I linked I got told by one person that that post was "Doing harm" and that "hurt people hurt people" which is frankly the most absurd application of that phrase I have seen to date. I got told by a different person that I shouldn't have posted that because "izzy stans are receiving a targeted harassment campaign, worse than anyone else in the fandom" This was the final straw for me. If they think that that post is doing harm, they cannot identify harm. I made a passive aggressive post about curating your experience, blocked anyone who got mad about it, and my tumblr experience has been a lot nicer since I did that, because people blocked me and I blocked them. Everybody's happy.

So anyway then Stede Anon returned with a vengeance. My working theory is that this person is in school and they're on winter break and have more time to be a huge bitch. They accused me of being an Izzy stan I said "nice try you fucking idiot" in a way that was sort of dry, and I said Izzy stans have paper thin skin, and I refuse to loose sleep over them getting mean anons, but you still shouldn't harass them. That response got screen shot and lied about. Because of course it did. I was an idiot for thinking it wouldn't. I stand by what I said but if I could go back I would have been nicer I guess just because it would have caused me less drama. Some Anons came into my inbox and said hey you're a fake ally and you don't care about harassment and I was confused where they were coming from but essentially I said. "Girl, it's an anon" and then someone directed me to uselessheretics blog. And so I go check out the anon harassment that's got yall so worked up. And do you know what I see there? It's fucking Stede Anon!

So for a couple weeks I've been getting these vague messages about harassment and when I finally get directed to the harassment I see an anon that I have been fighting with and have blocked because of how fucking annoying they were. This, Stede Anon of Stede Anon Gate fame, is the unique threat facing the Izzy stan community. So of course I had a fucking field day with it. All of our fandom problems originate with this one shithead and I am going to hold hands with T*zzy*zzy and sing Kumbaya as we all collectively banish Stede Anon to the shadow realm. Hit that block button babes

And then today someone posted the link to the google doc receipts. And I realize now that there's actually been some harassment unrelated to Stede anon happening on twitter, and Stede Anon has been a real terror on IG. So perhaps I jumped the gun on casting doubt, but I maintain that I would not have said anything if not for certain people behaving completely out of pocket and crying about harassment on posts that are not harassment.

And I do want to address that actually. The reason for this whole thing, is because certain people are dragging up the harassment to try to get us to stop criticizing them. The undertone to all of this is very clearly "we're being harassed so you have no right to criticize us or talk about our blorbo in a way we don't like," which doesn't feel related, does it. I've seen the arguments that "they're using your rhetoric" but the thing is you're pointing me to a couple deeply mentally unwell people who I have no control over and you're saying "you should feel bad about this because you made a meta post about your reading of fictional characters that I didn't like" and getting mad when I'm confused that has to do with anything

So basically i retract my assertion that you're not being harassed, but you can clearly see how I got here, and also you keep bringing this harassment up to me in situations that have nothing to do with the harassment. And if you had fewer shitty takes I would make fewer metas.

I also do maintain that L/Stede anon is the source of most of our problems and we should be using the block button prodigiously

Here's how:

[wooahaes]

hi! (first time sending an ask so pls lmk if anyone has this emoji but-) i completely agree w/ u that writers should put a warning or smth that the fanfic will be catered to a certain body type as ive read fanfic w/o that and have felt insecure. not saying these writers are intentionally trying to make ppl feel bad, but they need to realize that sometimes their works do cater to thin/skinny body types and letting readers know that rly isnt a big deal. ty for always speaking ur truth! - 🐱 anon

hi nonny! im gonna answer all ur asks in one go <3 (no need to apologize for spamming! i had a moment of 'oh fuck did i say something wrong' but thats just anxiety brain speaking haha)

honestly! i genuinely don't mind if writers wanna intentionally write works for a thinner reader, it'd just be nice for them to write in a little warning at the beginning of the fic <3 i write chubby readers and mark 'em with chubby!reader so my audience knows, nothing wrong w doing it the other way around!

i also wanna say, i remember looking up "seventeen x chubby reader", "svt x chubby reader", or smth along those lines on tumblr but just knowing almost nothing will pop up 💔. until i saw a little fanfic called "tiger stripes" and was baffled that someone actually wrote something that had someone like me in mind. i remember feeling and being so happy about it. just thank you for your svt x chubby reader works because u make us chubby carats feel so seen 🫶🏼 - 🐱 anon

aaaa ty lovely!! im a chubby gal myself so i love writing chubby!reader fics from time to time when inspiration strikes <3 usually i try to keep everything body neutral so that anyone can enjoy my fics (even in my chubby reader fics, i try not to specify how big reader is so that anyone bigger can enjoy them), but sometimes i just gotta aim something for the chubby gals out there <3 tiger stripes is one of my most beloved fics and it genuinely makes me happy to think of my own stretch marks as tiger stripes hehe <3

ah anyway !! hope im not a bother w/ my asks !! i just wanted to tell u this despite my shyness bc idk, i rly feel like u needed to hear it 🙏🏼 anyway, i also wanna add ur a rly good writer and keep on doing what ur doing 👍🏼 - 🐱 anon

u are 100000% fine!! i love talking to anons and ur always welcome to pop into my inbox whenever you feel like it <3 + it does always help to hear that other chubby carats enjoy my work!! mwah mwah ur so sweet

tw fatphobia mentions (nothing explicitly fatphobic tho) // omg though.. i remember finding this [redacted] x reader fic and bc it appeared under the [removed] tag (smth like that) and i assumed that it was catered to fat ppl. but unfortunately it turned out to be incredibly fatphobic w/ it's themes, plot, + y/n. im not saying u have to be fat to write "x fat reader" fanfic but perhaps step away from writing for ppl u have no understanding of if ur gna write stuff like that.. - 🐱 anon

redacting the guy + the tag from your ask purely to try and avoid anyone tracking down the writer by any means! i trust my followers to not do something like that, but i'd feel better reducing that risk in any way <3

oh yikes! i think like... its worth it to sometimes address fatphobia in writing, but that kind of stuff 100% needs a warning! one of my current fic ideas involves a reader who is confident in her body but kinda relapses back to a previous mindset of 'maybe i Should be ashamed of it' after being fully insulted for being a bigger gal and the fic would absolutely have a warning.

i do agree that you def do not have to be a bigger person to write chubby/fat reader fics, but its definitely something you need to be mindful of when you wanna handle the heavier topics. im always happy to weigh in with my own thoughts + experiences, and im sure other people would be, too! no shame in trying to address it in themes/plot, but there's def a difference between endorsing those ideas and discussing them (and i'll say i have no idea which was being done in this fic)

(btw: no one go looking for this writer to say anything to them btw, we do not promote harassment on this blog--anon ur 100% fine to express ur opinions since i've seen fatphobia in reader fics, too, and it's okay to express discomfort with the idea. i'm always open to discussing things as long as they don't point too directly to anyone's work--and i'm equally open to taking down anything that pinpoints a certain writer.)

anyway ur 100% fine to send as many asks as u want!! im always happy to talk to people esp abt topics like this (or in general too!) <3 ty for being polite tho mwah mwah ur v cute

[mediawhorefics]

hiii marie i watched tsn last night and probably just spammed your notes with tsn rb's (sorry!) and i remembered you were writing the tsn fic! i'm super super excited to read it and i was wondering if there was a snippet you might be able to share with us? thank you <3

omg !! i just saw kjnvjkfds pls know you are welcome to spam my tsn tag whenever you want !!! i always feel like i'm annoying when i go on a tsn reblog spree or a tsn fic related reblog spree rip. (tho it's my blog i guess i can do whatever i want!) anyways i'm glad to know someone is enjoying that tag <333 (LOVED your 'i watch tsn like a queer drama' addition.... so true bestie)

and yes ofc i can share a snippet of the fic !!! no one has really asked before so thank you !! it's so nice to know some people are excited for it. idk how much you know about it? i've talked about it here and there, but basically, it's a you've got mail post canon au where mark gets signed up to a super exclusive mostly anonymous dating app for rich people against his will (dustin and his meddling, honestly!!) and he ends up falling head over heels in love with someone on there only to find out it was eduardo all along (she sings to the tune of agatha all along). anyways it's this very cheesy romcom trope-y story where mark basically has to realise that the only 2 times he's ever been in love were actually with the same person and if he wants to have peace of mind and true happiness he needs to earn eduardo's forgiveness and own up to his mistakes. it's gonna be so kitsch i can't wait to post it !!! it's this 100k monster rn and there's still a fair bit of plot to go on rip. i'm rambling now sorry, i've just been having soooo much fun with it and i don't get a lot of occasions to talk about it haha.

anyways here's a snippet that i thought wasn't tooo spoilery??? hope you'll like it !!! tw i gave them the world worst's usernames because i thought it would be funny af haha. apologies it's still unpolished and needs some edits but:

Mark never particularly liked the cold growing up, but there is always something eerie to him about December silently creeping in without much of a fuss in California. It always seems a little wrong to his New York State grown bones, his Harvard in winter thickened skin. Oh, the temperature drops, for sure, their equivalent of ‘cold’, but Mark recalls Massachusetts freezing winter days, him in his shorts in the snow and a disapproving Wardo staring after him, begging him to please put some clothes on, Mark’s skin prickling under the wind as he ignored him. Winter in Palo Alto is child’s play in comparison, which is the point of living there he supposes. It’s nice, but it’s strange. 

Feels off. 

It feels even more off when he knows he’s not gonna bother going back home for the break this year – like most years, let’s be honest – and get his fill of razor-sharp wind and bone-chilling cold. 

Winter always reminds him of the early days of Facebook; him glued to his laptop day and night in his freezing dorm room, pages and pages and pages of code that weren’t quite a website yet fighting to get out of his brain and onto the screen, and Dustin, Chris and Eduardo, a constant warm presence he was barely aware of hovering at his back. Especially Eduardo. 

And speaking of Eduardo, winter always reminds Mark of him too, despite his best efforts. 

Eduardo, who never liked the cold, not after spending his seminal years in Brazil, then Miami, who always struggled through the sunless, frozen, winter months he spent at Harvard, even though he never wanted to admit it. 

It reminds him of Eduardo’s shivering body that night he approached him with the idea for Facebook, cold cold cold cold, but listening to Mark about his idea outside in the January air all the same, the two of them alone on the cusp of something great. They could have been the only two people on Earth that night in the whipping wind. It’s what it felt like to Mark anyways, what it always felt like to Mark. Them against the world. Before The Phoenix, before Christy, before Sean… 

Wardo would have liked Palo Alto, Mark thinks that December morning as he makes his way to work and a slow melancholy takes hold of him, the way it always does what that kind of thoughts take root in his mind. 

He would have enjoyed the almost perpetual sunshine, the heat, the cool people he would have fit with so easily, the way Mark never could no matter how long he’s lived here… 

Mark sighs, taking a second in his assigned parking spot to compose himself. This stupid Gala he has to attend next week has been messing with his brain ever since Dustin discretely informed him that Eduardo Saverin has confirmed his presence to the event as well. 

And it’s fine. Eduardo can go wherever he likes. Especially when he’s invited. Mark isn’t his keeper or anything. And he’s proven many times in the past that they can be in the same room without yelling at each other. Well, most times anyways. 

But he’s always a little unsettled when he knows Wardo is stateside, the needle of his Eduardo inner compass all over the place, trying to reorient itself when it realizes that Far Far Away is no longer that far. Which is probably why he always feels like his heart is about to explode when they’re in the same room. 

It can’t be regrets, because Mark forbade himself from feeling those a long time ago. 

But it sure is something. 

He still feels a little itchy after a few minutes alone in his car so he gets his phone out, composing a quick text for eswag82. 

Winter always makes me melancholic, he types, something so incredibly soothing about the comfort of an ally, a friend, a confident, never further away than his pocket. Reflective. I start remembering things I never would normally think about. I don’t know if it’s seasonal depression or something, but… I’m always getting sad over nothing. Over stuff I should have been done with a long time ago. But I can’t help myself. It’s like December hits and suddenly… Do you know what I’m talking about? 

Mark sighs as he sends the text: time to face the music. 

The day passes quickly between meetings and coding and important phone calls… He doesn’t have the chance to check his personal texts until late in the afternoon but when he does, miraculously, warmth permeates through the cold of the approaching winter and spreads through him like a sip of burning hot coffee. 

I know exactly what you’re talking about, E writes. Everything slows down in winter, including us. We have the time to get reflective and melancholy. So many holidays in so many cultures too. A time of celebration, of togetherness. That can be challenging when you don’t feel particularly joyful. Or in my family’s case, together. Seeing what it should or could be highlights what it isn’t sometimes, yk? Or at least it’s like that for me.

I’m sorry, Mark writes back, feeling angry again on E’s behalf for that family that doesn’t make him feel welcome, doesn’t make him feel like he can be himself. 

It is what it is. I haven’t gone back home in a while now and this year won’t be any different. Sometimes taking care of yourself looks like neglecting others from an outsider’s perspective, but… I can’t worry about that. 

I’m not going home either this year. I’m busy, which is true, but it’s also… I don’t think I could stomach it. It’s been a while for me too and they’re great, but I still feel like I’m on the outside, yk? Like I’m looking at them through the windows and no matter how much I want to, I can’t go in. 

Mark swallows hard. He swallows back down more feelings of rejection and more fear that no matter what he does it’s never enough to belong. He swallows back down the fact that he created Facebook to be part of the club and he now fears he elevated himself so much higher that he can never fit in anymore. And he doesn’t even like people that much, he’s always said so, but the older he gets the more he feels they can be tedious and still part of his life anyway, that being alone at the top might not be the end goal he’s looking for anymore.

[curatoroffiction]

500 Follower Event!

I had a lot of fun with the last one, and I just breached 500 followers, so feel free to send in requests!

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I write for the following fandoms;

- Twisted Wonderland - Obey Me! - Fandom-Neutral (If you would like to read content related to fandoms not listed here, you can give me a short overview of the character archetypes you’re interested in seeing, and I might give it a go.) This would be stuff like “Serious/Stern/Responsible/Cunning characters react to an MC who jumps off a cliff” or something like that, where you let me know a little bit about the character concepts you wanna see, and I might riff off of it.

General Rules:

- I don’t write smut (Nothing against it, I just don’t do that on this account) - I won’t write romance for child characters like Ortho or Luke - Be nice, be kind, be respectful. - You can ask for non-fandom specific MC-Concepts (One of the things I’m best known for are generalized MC concepts, so feel free to give me a concept you’d love to see my thoughts on!) - You can mix fandoms (You can ask to see characters from multiple fandoms interacting, you can ask to see them reacting, you can ask for settings where they can see each other reacting and interacting, ect... - I love writing crossover stuff, so have fun!)

Details about how I write: 

- All of the other characters I write for should be considered adults. (I know Twisted Wonderland technically takes place in a high school setting? But in my writing, it’s always been a college setting. This rule will account for most of the canon things I ignore in my work, and why all the characters are generally considered adults.) - If I get an ask related to MC Concepts, I’ll always default to fandom-neutral. (Which means, if you want to see a specific fandom cast react to an MC Concept, you’ve gotta specify which one(s). Otherwise it’s gonna be fandom-neutral and talk about vague character type reactions.) - I always default to writing gender-neutral reader characters. (If you want me to write a specific gender, I’m cool with that, but if you don’t specify, it’ll default to being gender-neutral. - I always default to writing sex-neutral reader characters. (This means that I don’t mention body parts or experiences that fall under sex-specific traits. And any mentions of areas such as ‘Chest’ or ‘Groin’ are left unspecified and are written to apply to any sex.) You can ask for sex-specific traits (”Characters react to MC who has a really bad period”, “Characters react to MC who has been kicked in the balls”, ect..), but if you don’t, I’ll be defaulting to a sex-neutral MC. - I will attempt to write all the characters requested, but I may exclude characters from a request at my own discretion (Especially if the list requested is particularly long) Any deviations from my typical writing patterns will come with ample tagging and warnings at the beginnings of my posts.

One last thing to note:

This is much less a “I’ll write everything that comes into my inbox” and much more of a “I’ll write anything that sparks my creativity” style submission thing. I won’t write every submission, just the ones that can get my creative juices flowin’. That doesn’t mean your submissions are bad, or I didn’t like them. If I don’t get to them, it just means I couldn’t find anything interesting to write for it. Sometimes, if I can’t figure something out for one, I’ll post it anyways in hopes that someone else will get inspiration. But that’s not often. Please don’t spam me if yours doesn’t get published. --- Thank you once again everyone, for enjoying my content!

[im-chenxd]

yes, hello again

Hey there! Name's Chen, some people would also known me as Sun and Dawn.

Well, welcome to my Tumblr page! :]

▶ About me

Othen that what I've just said about my name, I use any pronouns, and I draw stuffs! I only do occasional reblogs most of the time, though.

I also speak both Chinese and English, the former being my first language. I do write some posts in Chinese, and some other drawings might include the language, too. If someone doesn't understand what I said, please ask and I'll do my best to translate them! :D

▶ Fandoms I'm in?

Hmmm... that's actually a really good question. In fact, I can't answer at all because I've lost count! XD

Though, I won't post or reblog anything explicit because 1) I don't think Tumblr allows that kind of content at the moment, and 2) I'm a minor.

I'll try my best to tag the trigger warnings and content warnings. If there's something amiss, give me a note and I'll add it ASAP!

And, speaking about tags...

▶ My tags

#chens_reblog - This is going to be what you see most of the time. It's gonna spam and it's gonna spam hard, so block it if you'd like!

#chens_art - This is where you should go if you want to see my art! I don't really post my art often, so you should find stuffs you want to look real quick.

#chens_chatter - Another major part of this account! It's not going to spam, though. I'll post my ramblings in here.

#chens_article - This is where the looong posts go. I don't think anyone's gonna see this tag except for the pinned post?

#chens_record - This is the part where I might post some gaming screeenshots and stuff. Who knows? :]

#4 later - Things I either want to read later, or tagged for later use.

Asides from that, when I reblog something, I'll try my best to tag the original work and its characters.

▶ Socials?

Oh- they're all using the same name (Im_ChenXD), actually! If you want to see me elsewhere, just search that up and you'll get the results you want.

I'll put the links in here in a moment, or you can just check my carrd page.

▶ Others

That's all for now!

This is actually just a preserved space for my future project and all, but still- have a picture of my persona :]

Thanks for reading, and I hope you can have a nice day!

[squish--squash]

11. don't start up drama over something you don't like. this goes for vague posts and sending hate to people. this goes hand-in-hand with number 2 (just block the people with takes you don't like it's so much easier for both yourself and everyone around you 12. back to tagging- if you make a post about a hermit or two, or about a dsmp member/character or three, or a lifesteal member/character, ONLY TAG WHAT YOU MENTION OR TALK ABOUT. Tags on tumblr are not for clout/attention, they are for organization (and thoughts that don't go into your main posts). If you make a post about a single person and then tag everyone under the sun from the same smp/source it is (by tumblr's literal TOS) considered spam, and is the fastest way you can be blocked and reported by everyone who sees that post.

13. there are some ccs on here, but not nearly as much as you'd see on twitter. Interacting with them is a lot different too. It's hard to put into words imo just what I think is so different, but I think it boils down to a "you do you, we do we" sort of thing where we're all doing our own thing without actively trying to get the ccs attentions (for example, fanart is only tagged with the character/creator tag, the cc is NOT @ -ed themselves; said cc will see the fanart but only if they want. Take Martyn for example: he has a tumblr, and reblogs a lot of fanart that he sees in his own tag. Nobody has to @ him).

14. You might see porn bots in your mcyt tags while going through it because porn bots love to spam tags. Just report the post and move on

15. This is more of overall tumblr advice, but as someone who's been on here for literal years I think it'd be useful to share: Op said there are no algorithms but there actually are a couple, but are optional through your settings. You do this by clicking on the little person icon (location differs from mobile and the desktop website) and clicking on the settings button, and then moving to the "Dashboard" tab. scroll down a little, and you'll find these:

I highly recommend turning off the first one, but if you want to keep the rest, that's solely up to you

Also, you're gonna have to reactivate that tumblr live snooze setting every 7 days. tumblr live sucks ass.

16. Another tumblr tip: when making posts, especially either very long texts such as fics or rambles, it'd be good to add a read more break so it's not clogging people's screens, especially if they don't want to see it, because that's also how you get blocked very quickly. To add a read more break, there's a tab you can click when starting a new paragraph on desktop, but on mobile, you'll have to type ":readmore:" without the quotation marks

17. back to mcyt, and to specifically, reblogging. please reblog. I know op said this before but that's literally how tumblr functions. Likes are useless for spreading posts around (majority of people actually hide their liked and following tabs on their profiles, which you can do yourself by accessing your account settings) because of the "algorithm" tumblr has, so if you like a post go ahead and reblog it as well as liking it (except for very personal posts, like a vent post... don't reblog those). This is so important to people who make fan content, especially art and fics

18. This isn't twitter. or tiktok. You don't have to censor curse words or nothing. watch this: SHIT. BITCH. KILL. STAB ELON MUSK. GAY PEOPLE. I'm perfectly fine! no need to censor yourself with that "g @ y" or "k!ll" nonsense

op I'm sorry I added so much to your post but I loved what you said and couldn't help adding my own advice (I did not plan to add this much tho); I hope this helps!

twitter user guide for incoming mcytblr members

1: put a pfp and title at least. Let ppl know you're not a bot

2: block block block 🚫. Curate your own experience

3: making mutuals is easy. Just rb stuff and add stuff in the tags. Send asks to ppl. Interact always!

4: like art? Like a fic? Like meta? Reblog! This place thrives on rbs likes do nothing.

5: there is no algorithm follow blogs that have your specific mcyt corner in mind

6: no one's dooming about dsmp anymore its our ocs now and we occasionally do art/fic still or just start brainrotting over a character causing an incident /lh

7: no one cares how many followers you have. We aren't influencers we just like minecraft dudes in silly situations.

8: do not DO NOT maintag with minecraft for mcyt stuff PLEASE. Mc the game tag is a completely different thing full of builds/mc lore/art/gameplay/etc relevant only to the GAME NOT CCS

9: get xkit trust me

10: block tags/posts you need to block like x reader etc and stuff. It'll make the maintags easier I promise.

Feel free to add on

[miyalove]

 ⋆｡˚⁀➷ MY QUARANTINE. 

⤷ pairing. bokuto koutoro x gn!reader

⤷ genre. tooth-aching fluffly fluff, best friends to lovers, college au

⤷ warnings. oc insert (jamine). mentions of alcohol, alcohol consumption, clichés upon clichés, bo just being the absolute CUTEST, *unedited

2.6k | with the virus on the rise again, you decide that a lonely valentines day seems like the safest option, but bokuto has other plans.

“can you believe we’re gonna have to spend this month in quarantine, again?” a high pitch whine echoes through your laptop speaker. when you look over, jasmine (a close friend of yours) is slumped over her desk chair glaring at her ceiling.

“shouldn’t be that hard, though.” you nod at what konoha says.

“that’s what i was thinking too,” you add in. on your laptop screen are flashes of familiar faces. each one of them smile back at you, doing their own thing as well as keeping up with the virtual conversation. akaashi scribbles into a notebook for one of his classes while he speaks, “we’ve been quarantine for a couple months already. what’s another going to add?” 

it seems that you, akaashi, and konoha are the only ones that see eye to eye. you mentally debate in your head, nodding to his words. in the middle of your thoughts, a sharp whine cuts you out of it. 

“yeah, but this is different!” 

the sudden sound makes you jump. when you look back at the screen, bokuto’s face covers his side of the monitor. he’s up close to the camera so the most you can make out his is nose and big, piecing eyes. the weird angle makes you laugh.

“how is this so different, bokuto?” someone muses. you can’t focus on who though too caught up in the way your best friend whines to get everyone’s attention. it’s a cute habit that he hasn’t been able to break since middle school. for what it’s worth though, you think it just makes him all the more adorable. 

“this is a month of going out and being in love, guys!” he moves frantically. big beefy arms flailing around to further prove his point. his his bottom lip guts out, mocking some sniffles. “quarantine’s just gonna make valentines die!” 

“exactly what i’m saying!” jasmine pipes in again. she takes a big bit of her food before continuing her rant. as she speaks, a piece lettuce falls out of her mouth. across the screen, akaashi blatantly glares at her gross habits. konoha stifles a giggle and you can’t help but to join in on the teasing. seeing konoha’s body shake with silent laugher really got you. 

your friend is unbothered by the giggles though. 

“this is the month of love!” jasmine punctuates her statement with a loud slam to her desk. “we should be g-getting out and doing lovely dovely valentines day shit, right bo?!”  

swiftly, bokuto springs back to life, shaking his head in agreeance. his eyes are wide and filled with stars. he moves way too fast for his camera to pick up so a good majority of the time he speaks, his figure is lagged with pixelated squares. 

“jay get’s it! yeah, yeah!” his glitched out figure suddenly appears further in the back of his room now. his fully body is on display and pixelated or not, you can still make out the way his defined thighs flex while he moves. “you’re supposed to be out and doing all the cute couple stuff!”

“but what if--”

“--and even if we’re not a couple, you can still do things like that! there’s stuff like... platonic love.” the last few words get cut off but you’re able to connect the dots. the way bokuto so proudly voices his thoughts without any doubt is a trait you admire. he means what he says and he says what he means. it’s really as simple as that. if only you could do the same. your shoulders fall at the thought.

you quickly snap out of your funk though. you’re in a call with all your closest friends, they’d notice a change in your demeanor in seconds. shaking your head to rid of any lingering thoughts, you stifle out a cackle. 

“well, platonic or not.” you perk up. “it still seems like a lonely valentines day is an order for everyone.” 

your friends nod despite jasmine’s grumbling. you don’t notice the way bokuto sighs. his brows are scrunched and lips are pressed into a thin line. determination glows within his hues. he’s a little irate how everyone was shoving the topic aside, but most importantly, he’s a little sad that you’re going to have to spend this valentines day all alone!

he’s known you for years and the fact that you’re alright with spending the day of love all to yourself? when you have him right there with you just waiting for your call? it’s personally heartbreaking. 

okay maybe he’s more than a little sad. 

besides the constant buzzing from all your friends spamming the group chat. you spent most of your valentines lounging around your home, just like you had promised. your hair is loose, messy and untamed. it matches the outfit your wearing that’s just perfect for simply relaxing. during the morning, you made yourself a quick breakfast. in the afternoon, lunch and a nice bath was the agenda. now in the evening, you’re settled in your living room while netflix’s latest rom-com plays in the background. 

you don’t really know what’s happening or who these characters are but today’s the day of love so why not celebrate it with a bottle of wine and imaging you and bokuto as the main leads of some stupid flick.

you’re in the middle of pouring another glass when your phone chimes with a special ringtone you set for someone special to you. it immediately catches your attention. you feel your heart shake and you know it’s not because of the alcohol.

the fluttering in your tummy seems to spread with the stupid nickname. you let the movie play in the background while you send him a quick response.

your phone chimes with another texts while barely had time to put it down.

before you can say anything back, a knock at the door interrupts your focus. mindlessly, you make your way to the door. when you open it, you expect to see someone (maybe even bokuto), but instead you’re meet with a big, bright red box sitting on your doormat. 

with the bright red wrapping and the comically large bow right on top, you simply can’t miss it. the box is big enough where you have to hold it with two hands in fear of dropping it. it’s heavy too and when you shift it slightly, whatever’s inside rattles. to top it all off, there’s no label or tag or anything that indicates this package is specifically for you. your brows crinkle. confusion pressed deep within your worried frown.

your hues trace the halls of your complex looking for someone, anyone to explain this random comeuppance. you weren’t expecting any packages. so what is this all about? something inside you tells you to leave it alone. your mail man doesn’t deliver packages at 6 o’clock at night so it can’t be that. is it possible that this was misplaced? you would feel horrible if this was some kind of surprise for a lover and their partner had gotten the buildings wrong. 

your phone vibrates in your pocket and for now, you decide to put the mystery package on hold. the special ringtone you set for a specific cutie makes your nerves jump in it’s confines. placing your glass down, the wine is long forgotten.

“hey, bo,” you great him with a smile once the call goes through.

“hey there, bun,” his grin falters a bit. it’s alarming how fast you can tell something is wrong. bokuto’s always been every expressive but still you’re able to read him like an open book in a matter of milliseconds. your connection goes as far as silent cues too. when he slumps his shoulders or pouts his lips during a test. he sighs differently when he’s shocked by wonder or sadness.

it’s the same with you to him. bokuto, despite popular belief, is so good at keeping up his friends cues. he’s able to read mood changes and tries his very best to cheer up the people he loves if he ever catches them slipping. he’ll even go as far as making a fool out of himself just to see that special person smile.

bokuto koutaro is a shining star and you’re beyond happy he’s in your reach.

“everything alright?” it’s a question that has him conflicted. you can tell from the whirl wind of emotions that were set off as you spoke. his brows are scrunched in concern, his bites at his bottom lip (which in any other case would be sexy), and most worrying, he’s not as cheery as usual. he seems tense and nervous. 

“bokuto?”

“ahh!” it comes out as an anxious sigh, “i was just thinking, is all!” his hands shoot up in a defensive position. it doesn’t take him long to start explaining.

“i was calling ‘cause you said you’d be lonely today and i didn’t want ya’ feeling like you weren’t loved, (y/n),” he’s looking away now. golden hues finding the floor or ceiling far more interesting. one of his hands comes to rub at the back of his neck, a nervous habit you picked up on.

the way he shyly smiles, so unlike himself, makes your chest heavy. the rapid beating of your heart shakes your ribcage. i didn’t want you to feel like you weren’t loved. he loves you. your conclusion feeds into he butterfly wings that tickle your stomach. he’s so adorable. the way he looks at you makes you want to kiss that conflicted little pout right off his stupidly gorgeous face.

“that’s real sweet of you, kou.” you smile up at him. grabbing at the box, you tuck it under your arm as you make your way to your living room. when you seat down on the sofa, the light conversation with bokuto takes a turn.

“so...”

“so?”

he can’t help the light chuckle that escapes him. “did you... find anything on your porch today?”

“yes... actually.” cautiously, you eye the box that’s been propped up as a temporary phone stand. “was it from-”

“did you- did you open it?” 

suddenly the last texts he sent makes sense now. the way he called you so shyly and played it off as best as possible. the nervous ticks that you don’t usually see when you talk. the glimpse of hope that maybe- just maybe, bokuto would come sweeping you off your feet this valentines day.

“not yet.” a bright teasing smile over takes your features as you say your next word, “why?” 

on the other side of the screen, bokuto’s cheeks flare up. the redness traveling past his neck and nips at the tip of his ears. you’re not an idiot. if he was the one that knew the box was there- then of course, it’s from him. without second guessing, you shift your phone propping it against a lone candle centered on your coffee table. 

you waste no time ripping into the wrapping paper and unboxing the goods inside. bokuto watches attentively. his eyes sparkle with excitement and a toothy grin takes over him as he leans towards the camera, trying his greatest to get the best angle possible. bokuto looks like a puppy excitedly waiting for their owner to come home. the anticipation is killing him.

shoving the tissues paper aside, you note the heart shaped confetti that the box is littered with. it’s a cute touch but the mess it’ll create as you take each item out has you holding back a laugh.

of course, bokuto notices. “what that all about?” you can see the upturn of his lips even without looking at him. it’s practically etched into your brain (and you wouldn’t have it any other way). 

“what’s what all about?” you dust off your hands, the glitter sticking to anything and everything. another giggle escapes you while you try to confide the mess as best as possible.

“all that laughing!” he sulks out. in your peripheral, you see him pull a face. bottom lip gutting out and big golden hues growing impossibly bigger. “i wanna know what’s so fuuuunny!” 

it’s too much. the way the box messes just like him. the way hearts are practically glowing within his iris. the way your heart trembles with each playful teasing, every kissable pout, and little shy glimmers. with every drawn out compliant and booming laughter that shakes your whole body. you just can’t keep a straight face with bokuto. no matter how hard you tried.

“i’m laughing at you, silly!” it’s a sudden response that has him bending over in a joyous fit of guffaw too. it’s the kind of laugh you hear from afar but know exactly who it is. each item you pull out, bokuto tells a small story about why he got it. despite knowing him for years, you hadn’t known how sentimental he was. the same memories you played on repeat so late at night where the same ones he dreamed about. the thought makes you beam impossibly brighter somehow feeling impossibly lighter.

you unwrap a bracelet with a paper plane charm on it. “for when you told me you wanted to travel the world!” he beams. “wherever you go, you can add a charm thingy to it!”

latching the jewelry, it’s a perfect fit. the metal tingles at your skin with how cold the metal is. it makes you thing of how warm bokuto’s hands are and how he’d gladly help warm you up. reaching in more, there’s a bag of all your favorite treats, gift cards to your favorite restaurants and boba shops. pairs upon pairs of fuzzy socks (”i know how cold you can get! so i wanted to do somethin about that!”) with cute little comics and characters on it. there’s candles with your favorite scents laced into the wax. 

“oh my god. this is--” you’re speechless. “you’re amazing, kou. really this is just... amazing.”

it is in this moment, when the sun has finally set and low quality of the call perfectly captures his ethereal presence and beaming smile. the way pure admiration and warmth radiate off of him even through your phone screen makes you realize one thing. sure you’ve liked bokuto koutaro but... oh boy are you in for it now.

“amazing valentines for an amazing person.” you curse at the heat that spreads up your neck. he’s too sweet. too considerate. too... perfect.

rummaging through the wrapping, your hand hits one last thing in the box. you feel the petals first. it’s smooth under your touch. velvety with each on you pick at. the steam is the opposite, rough at the touch. some thorns hadn’t been cut properly so if you grabbed it fast enough, you would have gotten pricked.

“a single rose?” you eye the flower. the petals colored a fiery red that matches the way bokuto blushes. 

“yeah! it’s nice, right? i figured putting a buncha flowers in the box would be a little hard to get around so i opted for the better option. then again, i could have just... put it on top of the box, huh.”

“kou?” you try to cut into his rambling. 

“but then someone could’ve taken it, i suppose. then this while thing would have been ruined! and now you’re probably asking ‘well what thing would have been ruined. kou?’ i’m glad you asked!”

you didn’t but maybe saying that’ll ruin the moment that he so obviously worked hard to get to. the rambling he’s been doing for the past minute is a big indicator that he’s coming to a conclusion. swallowing down your laughter, your expression crinkles in question.

“i guess what i’m trying to say, bun, is... will you be my quarantine?” 

you would be stupid to say no.

[pomrania]

Great AO3 tags XIV

(I) (II) (III) (IV) (V) (VI) (VII) (VIII) (IX) (X) (XI) (XII) (XIII)

Because the list I’m storing has gotten too long. In alphabetical order, and only one tag per fic.

10 FISH DICKS AND TWO SOMEWHAT HUMAN DICKS

a little light on the shippiness but put on your shipper goggles and it should be fine

also yes the horse gets a character tag fight me on this

anachronistic swordfights

And There Were Cats

Author Takes A Wild Stab at Elementary School Lesson Plans

beta reading is for the weak and i am Stronk

but like wholesome possessiveness

(Can you technically tag religion if it's not even a real religion?)

canon but with my brain gremlins sprinkled in to fill the gaps. as a treat.

Canon I don't even know n! Hahahaha no seriously what is this Canon of which you speak

Challenging the Status Quo like a Boss

chapter 2 is sweeter i promise because i hurt my own feelings and had to make it better

counterspell doesn't work on bullets

definitely inspired by a comment on my last fic

excessive use of the phrase 'darling'

Full Contact Unprotected Cuddling

greek god AU meets coffeeshop AU

hearts to the tag wranglers!

how do you have a crisis of conscience when you don't have one?

how much worldbuilding can i put into a fic: the novel

I am not responsible for you not reading tags properly

I apologise to every english speaker

I don’t know how to write fluff I just pour sugar on things and hope that works

i don't know what this is! and i don't know for sure if it will go anywhere!

I had to add "Happy Ending" as a tag twice just so we're all on the same page

I have been lovingly calling this fic a reverse slow burn and no i will not be explaining that

I Just Want Them To Be Friends Is That Too Much To Ask

I'm constructing an additional hill to die on and it's that one

if you're not prepared for fishman porn turn back now

im also gonna spam this book with vine references lmao

just a huge pile of the warm and fuzzies

Just a kinky angsty and heartfelt story

just a smidge of 2020/21 escapism you know how it is

look its cute and they fuck so be happy with it

man who is used to rough loveless sex discovers gentle sex with someone you love is actually amazing

Miscommunication + Idiots equals no good times :(

Monster employment rates drop dramatically as Hyrule Hero finds his own way to kick his ass

more characters to come but they would be spoilery

names are not mentioned but you could probably tell who the characters are lol

no beta we die like dead people

Okay so maybe this is a little kinkier than I planned your honor

One Real Good "Frozen 2" Reference

Please Hydrate If You Binge This

rated mature because of content warnings not because its horny sorry

Refusing to climb into toilets

Sex can happen without a dick as a trans man I know this for a fact

Sometimes friendship is helping take down the government

sorry if you dont like wilderness survival as a trope i guess?

srsly so much fluff you'd choke on the sugar

TFW you have to invite your bf along to fight a dragon but you want him to live at the same time

the consequences of looking like a bedraggled stray dog

The pandemic rotted my brain so i wrote this

there are probably plotholes but i don't care

They’re gonna be very gay and you’re gonna love it

This is going to be a lot longer than the 18 chaps i had planned

this isn't furry I promise I tried really hard

this would be H/C if either of them were good at comfort

two equally ridiculous characters completely misunderstanding each other

unrelated but who else is hype to watch their faves die in November???

vague indications of possible redemption

we first draft like men

we're putting the canon timeline into a blender and pressing 'decimate'

While writing at three am author decides to forsake grammar

yes i sped up the process of hypothermia for drama okay sue me

you can’t repurpose empty potion vials to take biological samples

You’re the bottom I don’t make the rules

[lady-of-disdain]

If you're so bothered by a cartoon ship (which... no words) still don't understand why you take it out on shippers, not like you could do much about the studio anyway, they don't care, as they should, but then being on our ass is entirely pointless... maybe that's the problem at the same time, maybe to some extent you do realise no one cares so you've decided persecuting a bunch of fan creators and consumers would be the next best thing. That said I feel it's imperative to point out, we're not Sunrise, we're not the ones with the power to shape this story, so you bullying us is frankly just devoid of any meaning other than raw intent for violence. At the very least admit that and drop the pretences, it's the only thing you've done after all, one would have to be blind not to see it.

If you're afraid a puny ship might be canon, and whatever you've twisted it to mean for you, take it up with the studio, alternatively with god since you're so into fictive characters over real life. Come to think of it didn't you guys have a friend that has a friend working at the studio? How come you're still so insecure? Why don't you tell the friend of the friend to influence the plot? Why hasn't this friend of a friend provided any other inside scoops to make themselves credible? Questions, questions.

Either way, hurting shippers will achieve nothing, we were gonna ship no matter the canon status of the ship, and I pity you people who think that shipping something has to be done because you want something canon, as opposed to just... for fun... but maybe that comes naturally with being pathetic, anyway, the possibility of it becoming canon now has nothing to do with us. Even less so as Westerners, if audience even has any sort of influence in all this, it would be the Japanese one way before it would be any Western one. Appreciate you giving us so much importance, but we don't need it, and we're just not really as important as you attribute, we'd just love it if you stopped hurting people over cartoons. You made something gruesome out of a fairy tale, that's on you, that's your problem, and we'd all be better off if you found a way to deal with that didn't rely on abusing others.

Honey, are you lost? I think there was maybe a different blog this rant was supposed to be sent to but I got it by mistake. Because I have no worldly idea what you are talking about in about half of this ask.

The first thing that confuses me: that I’m apparently “taking it out on shippers”, “ persecuting”, and “bullying” them? Please show me your receipts. I’ve literally never directly initiated contact with a sessrin blog. Hell, the one time I considered answering a post made by a pro blog, it was going to be in direct response to a question they posed in the anti tag, directed towards antis, and it turns out I couldn’t even answer the post because the user had most of the anti community blocked. (Silly, I know, but this is what we’ve been dealing with so what can I say.) Any time I want to respond to a sessrin argument that wasn’t directed to me anyways, I would usually screenshot it and blackout the names.

I can count on one hand the times I’ve even posted in the same thread as pro sessrin blogs, and in those cases, I either A) didn’t directly call out the other blog/blogs that were posting in the same thread as me, or @ them, or B) was only even interacting in said post because pro shippers were piling on and harassing people in the thread, and I was simply pointing out that there were shippers in said thread acting fools. The only time I ever even pointed out a particular blog I did it via screenshot and did it to keep a record of a blog that was admitting to flagging our posts as spam. 

If you would like to see proof of my interactions, all you have to do is check the #receipts tags on my blog, you’ll find all of my interactions conveniently tagged. (Oh and don’t worry, I’ll get back to that receipts tag shorty.)

The second thing you said that confuses me, that I have a “friend that has a friend working at the studio”? What (and I can’t stress this enough) the FUCK, are you talking about? 

I.....have never made this claim? Where have I ever said this, where have I ever reblogged this? I’ve never even read this? I need some clarification here, because either you are from an alternate timeline where I’m living a much cooler life, or like I said, you have the wrong blog.

~

Anyways, regardless of the fact that I’m pretty sure you sent this to the wrong person, I guess I can render a response to the base question you seem to be asking here: Why argue with shippers?

Really, at the end of the day, I’m not arguing with your average shipper. Hell, there are a few blogs I even follow and interact with that have said they like sessrin content, but they understand this is not an appropriate thing for a kid's show. And I can respect that because I’ve been in the problematic ship boat in other fandoms. (Here’s a hint, in one of the fandoms that I followed content for a problematic ship in, a content creator was given cookies with sewing needles baked into them, yikes right?!)

The main message of mine and many other blogs I follow is that this ship isn’t appropriate for children’s media, and what happens is a lot of salty people come out of the woodwork who feel the need to argue and say there is nothing wrong with it, which causes us to have to list the reasons why there is indeed something wrong with it (thus why it shouldn't be in said children’s media), then what happens is people like you come at us and act like all we’ve been doing is bullying shippers, and “why don’t you just let us ship in peace!?!?!?!!!??”

In fact, I shouldn’t even be surprised that I got this ask eventually, because as I’ve pointed out in the past, the shipper argument seems to be a cyclical one.

A blogger will make a statement something along the lines that they really don’t care if people ship sessrin, but the shippers really shouldn’t be making a lot of noise to the studio that they want to see this ship in the show because kids watch it, and it’s not a great message to send to kids.

A shipper will then message the blog (usually anonymously if possible) something along the lines of you’re wrong about the ship sending a bad message to kids because of xyz, or it’s a totally normal and healthy relationship, and you’re wrong, or Yashahime isn’t for kids, etc.

The Blogger will then respond with actual evidence, a well-worded response, or even just fucking common sense (like come on, some of the mental gymnastics I’ve seen people employ to try to validate this fucking ship to us is hilarious).

The blogger will then get another message something along the lines of  “why don’t you just let us ship in peace!?!?!?!!!??”

The blogger responds with JESUS CHRIST I SAID FROM THE VERY START THAT I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU SHIP I JUST DON’T WANT TO SEE IT IN A GODDAMN KIDS CARTOON”

At which point the whole process is rinsed and repeated. Congratulations you’ve just witnessed a new grey hair grow out of my fucking scalp.

However, there is a new facet to this shit gem that I’ve noticed during this whole annoying cycle, and that is the fact that a lot of pro shippers are making claims that they are being harassed by anti blogs, but I’m not seeing a lot of proof of this. And make no mistake, if I see an established anti blog being terrible, or making a false claim, I have no problem calling them out, or correcting false information. Please, feel free to screenshot proof and post it in the anti tag, and see how many other blogs won't put up with this either.

And to be clear, I don’t really count anonymous asks as harassment, because people can be sending that shit to themselves. Just like I don’t mind asks I get like this one because I naively respond to them in the hopes that maybe someone will actually understand what the argument has been about this whole time. And if I didn’t like it, turning off anon magically gets rid of it, so *shrug*.

No, I’m talking about actual, out in the open harassment, or shitty behavior. 

Like oh say, Patreon art being reposted in a discord server, then when a good samaritan reports the art theft they are harassed by their fellow discord members. 

Or maybe the ongoing flagging and harassment campaigns that are going on over almost all online social media platforms. 

Or how about the time some people tried to start a Twitter smear campaign against a voice actor who has some opinions about their ship they don’t like.

Yeah, remember how I said I’ve got a receipts tag. I see ya’ll.

[taeguboi]

Still Worked Up [RM x Reader] SMUT

So I made a part 2 for my “All Worked Up” drabble and this one can either be plotless porn or you can read that other part so it’s slightly less [key word is ‘slightly’,] plotless or something idk I made this because I joined a chat with some lovely people today and the Joon pics were spammed hahahah 

Sorry I didn’t know which account to tag so @kpopfanfictionhoes-ficrecs​ and I hope you both get this since you asked so nicely earlier 😘 (and seriously thank you for making me feel so welcome 😁) // Also a tag for my partner in [fanfic] crime @kimlisamarie​ because we all know she wants the Namdick 😉

Warnings: 18+ smutty smut smut // fucking in an alleyway because class // probably will be super disappointing, bad ending, just generally bad rip // rubbish title but I couldn’t warn you of that before you saw it rip x2

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Dumb-founded as you look up at your boyfriend, speechless, you figure words are pointless anyway as you feel the coolness of the breeze around your thighs and the desperate touch of Namjoon’s lips on yours. Still teasing at your clothed core, Namjoon hums with a seductive chuckle knowing that he has effortlessly induced you into a state of arousal.

You bask in the way he smiles against your mouth, the way he playfully bites your lower lip allowing you to let loose for him into a string of passionate kisses. Weak at the knees when he moves on to sucking lightly at a sensitive area on your neck, you purr into your boyfriend’s ear, unable to deny how alluring his behaviour is. 

As you throw your arms around his neck, Namjoon bites into your skin a little deeper causing a pool of wetness to form in your panties and you shuffle around a little under his touch to ease the friction. Knowingly, he murmurs into your ear, “I always knew you were a bad girl…”

Fingers running through his hair, you pull him off you to capture his attention, face to face with one another, “I’m not the one who dragged you down an alleyway just to fuck,” you smirk.

“Well, it’s nice to see we’re on the same page, baby,” he grins back, continuing to kiss your neck and touch you down there, filling you both with anticipation. He trails that hand away, grazing at your thigh before reaching around to firmly squeeze your buttock, “I want you so bad.”

Desire etched on your face, you lustfully brush a hand across his rock solid length, humming in approval at how he feels, “I can see that...” You abruptly back away for a second, pulling your skirt down, upon hearing a nearby sound of some unknowing passers by having a conversation as they walk down one of the adjoining streets in sight of this alleyway, “but what if someone sees us?”

Transformed by Namjoon’s touch, you let out a whimper as he ruthlessly ignores your question by pulling your panties aside, trailing a finger across your wet folds. The crisp air gives you a new kind of sensation as you watch yourself being fully exposed outdoors. 

Namjoon always made you weak. So much so that your worries wash away, unable to stop him as he draws gentle shapes on your sensitive clit, eventually increasing the pace until he deftly elicits from you an involuntary moan.

“If you don’t want to be caught, perhaps you should turn it down a little” he simpers, watching you melt under his touch as your knees want to give way, as a leg twitches from the stimulation.

A rush of heat travels through you as without warning he sinks a slender finger inside of you, meeting your gaze with an arrogant smirk as you take a sharp inhale of breath, “Always so fucking gorgeous when you get to feel my fingers inside of you.”

Tightening around him, your rate of breathing increases until you’re panting in his ear despite this only being the start of what you’ll get to feel where you need him the most. The back of your head is pressed against the wall as he plays with your hair simultaneously. 

It’s a pleasurable sensation, but you need more, begging for him to go further, “Namjoon, please... m-more,” you stammer, so turned on that you find it hard to string out a coherent sentence.

“You sure baby?” he teases, “I reckon I could eventually make you come just like this, you know…” You chuckle at his conceited nature yet you find it hard to express your disbelief as he introduces that second finger for which you implored.

An overflowing need blossoms within you, reaching out once more to feel his length across the flat of your hand. Namjoon lets out a couple of grunts of pleasure mixed with frustration, “Patience baby.”

“I don’t need any more” you tell him, palming him outside his trousers as he slows down the pace inside you. 

“No more?” he questions with a menacing smirk causing you to tighten around him as you know he knows that you were referring to his fingers inside of you. “I’m feeling nice so I won’t be mean” he teases, slowly drawing out from you.

You whine at the loss but manage to utter, “You mean you’re feeling horny so you just have to fuck me whilst I’m on my lunch break?”

“Maybe, maybe…” he coos, unzipping his trousers and then effortlessly freeing himself from his boxers. He hisses as the cool air hits his hot skin, his hand covering his hard length with your juices to compensate for the loss of heat. You bite your lower lip at the sight of him pumping himself a couple of times, filling you with anticipation for this bold endeavour.

Adrenaline fills you as Namjoon parts your legs further, one of your legs raising as if by instinct and feeling increasingly careless about your surroundings, you close your eyes as he slides into you. A huge sigh of pleasure erupts from the back of your throat as he pushes himself deep inside of you and you let him fill you up repeatedly, his thrusts pushing you up against the stone cold wall. You don’t even care that the friction of your back against the wall is a little uncomfortable, even when the bricks occasionally scratch at your back.

You tighten around your boyfriend as he relentlessly pounds you into the wall, relieving himself of all that pent up tension. Into his ear you whisper his name several times as though it were a mantra, feeling deliciously filled by his aching cock sliding in and out of you so easily as you get wetter with every thrust. You cling onto his shoulders for support, urging yourself not to groan out loud, instead just panting into Namjoon’s ear to express your pleasure.

Namjoon’s hot breath against your ear as he growls sweet nothings only gets you more flustered and more fulfilled, “Ah baby… I’m really gonna ravage you when you get home tonight.” The more he talks, the deeper he goes inside of you… You’re so close now, that familiar feeling rouses in the pit of your stomach.

More kisses on your neck and a digit returning to your bud, you feel a rush of blood flow down there, almost overwhelmed by the stimulation and risk of being caught, “Fuck, Namjoon…” Your whines encourage him to go faster, deeper, harder, his hands grip into your hips as you feel your peak coming.

“I-I’m gonna… gonna cum,” you whisper softly into his ear before your orgasm overcomes you, eyes and mouth shut in attempt to keep as quiet as possible as your boyfriend fucks you through that high.

Namjoon lets out a string of low noises, using you to reach his peak, “Oh fuck baby,” fucking into you more and more aggressively. For a moment, you feel overstimulated, still being relentlessly pounded into as you feel yourself coming down. His movements become staggered as you feel that warm feeling of his arousal coating your walls, dick twitching inside of you before letting out a deep sigh of relief.

He sweetly kisses your lips after pulling out of you and fortunately, you have some tissues in your pocket to help him clean up. Tugging your skirt down, you awkwardly scan the area around you, checking for strangers. No one to be seen.

“You’re gonna be the death of me y/n, I swear” he grins with heavy eyes, flashing you a loving expression.

More loving kisses are exchanged before you think to check the time, suddenly aware about your work schedule, “Oh crap! I’ve only got 10 minutes to eat!”

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[tracle0]

happy sts!! (?) or maybe just a happy saturday? nonetheless, question time! since I got to read recently about the inspirations behind the wip4 main characters' names, I was wondering what the motivations were behind the names of the main characters of your other works! maybe both from your perspective as a writer and from an in-story perspective? and how do they feel about their names?

Happy?? STS?!?! Saturday is good and happy and it is STS, whoop! I like this question but it’s gonna be a very underwhelming answer and I apologize for that. 

Sonder was. Very dull, not gonna lie, it’d just be looking for mostly generic names that seemed to fit the brand haha. The most notable backstory names are probably Andy and Atlas. 

Andy came from an inside joke with a friend that no villains can be named Andy. I wanted to prove her wrong, so Andy was named Andy and now I do not trust Any Andy’s. Full name Andrew Peep, which he does not like and prefers Andy. Probably a family name, which is sad because he does not see his family. 

Atlas came from me being like ‘wait shit I haven’t named this character yet’ and asking a friend for a name. She spat out Atlas Barnabus like it wasn’t the best name in the world, and I was in awe. Definitely named after the Greek Titan, was not aware of that at all, very much likes their name. 

Collateral - hhhh okay listen. Listen Collateral and names give way to one of my dumbest Collateral stories, you’re gonna have to hear this out. 

So when I was first writing Collateral, I’d already found both Cain and Theo their names that fit - Theo cause it sounded nice, Cain named after the Caine in the Gone series. But they didn’t have last names, which was an issue, so I was looking for a last name for them. I knew I wanted Cain to have a last name starting with either C or K, cause alliteration, and pulled Kavon out of thin air. I liked it, so it stayed. 

A few weeks later, in film studies, we were learning about Kim Novak, and I liked the name Novak, so stole it and gave it to Theo. 

I did not notice their names were the same forward and backwards for a year and a half, until a friend pointed it out to me. This was not deliberate at all. It Just Happened and I plead ignorance to that tomfuckery. 

Anyway, they both are alright about their names. Theo prefers Theo to Theodore cause no-one got any time for all those syllables. Cain once found out about Biblical Cain and spent about three hours going down that rabbit hole before going ‘alright whatever’ and moving on.

Speaking of moving on - DIAS. I can talk a bit more about that cause that was recent. 

Ant comes from the word ‘antagonist’ actually - I wanted to write about someone who saw themselves as The Bad Guy, which Ant definitely does a lot of the time. It’s a nickname, and I have no idea what their real name is, nor where the nickname comes from, but they like Ant. Their last name - Carnell - is a family name. Not my surname, but someone in my family somewhere had that, and I liked it so yoinked it and gave it to Ant. 

Leon! Leon went through a lot of changes in his name - originally he was Tag, which also comes from ‘antagonist’ but I hated that, so changed it to Tad, which I also hated. So he was without a name and it was getting closer and closer to Nano and the time I’d write his story and I was like ????? what do. 

What I did was drew him a bit. A friend in film class (man, film class really helped to name my characters huh) saw the doodle and was like ‘ooo who’s that’. I told her it was a character in my book, and no, he doesn’t have a name, you should give him one, and she spat out Leon. And hey it actually really works, he can keep that, except wait, he’s Jewish, needs a Hebrew name and I’d like to give him a specifically Jewish surname. Some looking on Jewish name websites gave me Tzalka, and some more looking gave me Cohen, cool, done. 

In-universe, Leon’s name came from his grandfather - it was DIAS Leon’s middle name, and when he left home, he wanted to leave That Part Of His Life behind as well, so swapped from Tzalka to Leon, which he definitely prefers. 

Uhhh other characters - Vincent came from a fandom (which I’m about 90% sure is FNAF ngl) and I went ‘okay well I like the name so shall associate it elsewhere’ and gave it to Vinnie. Last name had the same deal - Scullary came from... 

Phew, okay, side tangent. One of my first characters I made was named Skullary, which came from the play ‘The Road’ which I watched when I was younger. The person playing that character had a really bad cold, so had to use a microphone to make her voice heard, and she fucking killed it, and the voice was so interesting I wanted a character who used it, so stole the name, except I misspelt it as Skullary instead of Scullary oops. Anyway, I wanted to re-use that name, so gave it to Vincent. He likes his name well enough but Definitely Does Not Like Going By Vinnie, so definitely don’t call him that. 

Simon came from the game Simon Says, because it is The Most Silvertongue Game and it made me laugh that his name is such an obvious pun. 

Bonus: wip4 obviously mostly came from filmmakers, because the obsession of that book is filmmaking, as you know. Buster Keaton and... Just Mika the musician, he’s the odd one out. Lynne Ramsay and George Lucas gave a lot of characters a portion of their names. 

I am, however, gonna go on a tiny tangent about Keaton’s last name because it delights me, and then also probably Percival’s name because that amuses me. 

So! Keaton is Spanish - his family comes from Spain and he speaks Spanish as well as English. I’m sure his deadname is probably something very Spanish, but it’s a deadname so we don’t talk about it. I wanted to find a Spanish surname for him, cause like... obviously it doesn’t have to be Spanish, but I wanted it to be, so I was scrolling through Spanish surnames for a while. 

Palomo is a legit Spanish surname in use, and it means pigeon. Keaton likes pigeons. So I was delighted and I always forget it but that’s his last name.

Percival! Percival’s name is actually a fill-in. In a Discord chat I’m in with my friends, I sometimes join the voice chats but cannot talk cause Anti Microphone. So I type instead, and sometimes get bored and just spam words. And the name Percival was very funny to me so I spammed that. 

So, when I needed to name the Bad Guy of wip4, I gave him the name Percival as a joke, and it. Seemed to work. I no longer spam Percival in the chat. 

Anyway there you go, the entire history of where names in my WIPs come from. Spoilers; not the most interesting, but it is long and I hope you found some bits funny or enjoyable. 

[waywardaardvark79]

Supernatural Rewrite: Season 1, Episode 6: Skin

Summary:  Y/N Singer joins Sam and Dean on the road. A rewrite starring you.

Pairing: eventual Dean X Reader, Sam X Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Language, show level violence

Word Count: 8,433

A/N: I’ll try to do at least once episode a week. No set schedule. Tags open. 

Dean looked at you through the rearview mirror. You were in the backseat, your head against the window, your eyes finally closed. Dean couldn't help the relief he felt to see you finally sleeping. He had noticed just how little you had been doing it. 

He would often wake up to find you still awake, and you always had an excuse for him when he asked you why you were still up. You would tell him that you just weren't tired, that you needed to finish what you were watching on television, or that you would come to bed as soon as you finished reading up on whatever case you were working. 

You usually never though, more often than not your side of the bed remained empty, and Dean couldn't help but worry. Sometimes he would wake up to see you just staring out the window, almost as if you were waiting for someone or something, and every time he tried to ask you about it you would brush it off and quickly change the subject. 

Dean sighed before looking over to Sam, "Hey, what do you think is going on with her?" Dean quietly asked, trying not to wake you. 

"Honestly, I don't know, Dean. She won't talk to me about it. I've tried to ask her, but she just changes the subject." Sam said. 

"She's been off since the last case, and she's not sleeping, at least not more than a couple hours." Dean said, Sam nodding his head. 

"Maybe it's nightmares. Maybe everything is just kind of catching up to her all at once." Sam said, the two of you still hadn't talked about what happened in that antique store. 

"I don't know, Sam. I mean, I've seen her fall asleep on the way back from a hunt with no problems. I don't think I've ever seen her wake up from a nightmare. Why would they start all of a sudden?" Dean asked. 

"I...I don't know." Sam said, thinking of his own nightmares. "Listen, I'm sure she'll be fine. She'll probably be back to her old self soon." Sam added. 

"Yeah, well, I hope so." Dean said, glancing over his shoulder at you. 

Dean pulled into the gas station not long after his conversation with Sam, trying his best not to wake you as he pulled up the to gas pump. He looked over at Sam who was in his own world, scrolling through his Palm Pilot. 

"Mmm...we here?" you sleepily asked from the backseat, Dean a little disappointed that he woke you up. 

"No, but I figure we'd hit Tucumcari by lunch, then head south, hit Bisbee by midnight." Dean said, you nodding your head, but Sam didn't reply. "Sam wears women's underwear." Dean added. 

You chuckled, "Leave your brother alone." you scolded. "He's obviously busy." 

"I've been listening, and Y/N's right. I'm just busy." Sam said, still scrolling through his Palm Pilot. 

"Busy doin' what?" Dean asked. 

"Reading e-mails." Sam replied, Dean getting out of the car to pump gas, you following after him to stretch your legs. 

"Why don't you just trash all of them. I mean, it's gotta be all spam." you said. 

"They're not spam." Sam said, still not looking up. 

"E-mails from who then?" Dean asked. 

"From my friends at Stanford." Sam said.

"Good for you, Sammy." you said, stretching your arms over your head. "I know me and this one aren't the best company all the time. I'm glad you have people to talk to." 

"You're kidding. You still keep in touch with your college buddies?" Dean asked Sam before turning to you. "I have no idea what you're talking about. We're awesome company." 

"Why not? I mean, why wouldn't I keep in contact with them?" Sam asked. 

"Well, what exactly do you tell 'em? You know, about where you've been, what you've been doin'?"  Dean asked. 

"Maybe they just talk about everyday normal shit." you said, smacking Dean on the arm, "Why do you have to be so nosey?" 

"I tell 'em I'm on a road trip with my big brother and best friend. I tell 'em I needed some time off after Jess." Sam said, before Dean could answer you. 

"Oh, so you lie to 'em." Dean said. 

"Dean." you breathed out, not ready to deal with another one of their arguments. 

"No. I just don't tell 'em...everything." Sam said. 

"Yeah, that's called lying. I mean, hey man, I get it, tellin' the truth is far worse." Dean said. 

"Hey, just wait a minute. I mean, I wouldn't consider that lying...technically you could call this a road trip." you said. 

"It's lying." Dean said, again. 

"So, what am I supposed to do...just cut everybody out of my life?" Sam asked, Dean shrugging his shoulders while you shook your head no. 

"Look, it sucks, but in a job like this, you can't get close to people, period." Dean said.

"That's not true. I mean, I have friends, and I'm damn good at this job." you said. 

Dean scoffed, "Who? Me and Sam?" he asked. 

"No, I have friends outside of the two of you." you said. 

Dean raised an eyebrow at you, "Sure you do." he said, sarcasm dripping from his words. 

"I do!" you shouted, your lack of sleep making you crankier than usual. 

"Whatever you say, Singer." Dean said. 

"Whatever you say, Singer." you mocked, swatting him. "I got friends, asshole. Jake is my friend." 

"Jake Bradley?" Dean asked. 

"Yeah." you said. 

"Yeah, Jake Bradley isn't your friend." Dean argued. 

"You know, just because you don't like him, doesn't mean he isn't my friend. I mean, the guy’s never even done anything to you, and you still hate him." you said. 

"You're kind of anti-social." Sam said. 

"Yeah, whatever." Dean said before turning to face you, "I have my reasons." he said, you rolling your eyes at him. 

"God." Sam said. 

"What?" you and Dean asked in unison. 

"In the e-mail from this girl, Rebecca Warren, one of those friends of mine." Sam said, Dean interrupting.

"Is she hot?" Dean asked, you slapping the back of his head. 

"You know what, Y/N? I'm getting real tired of you slappin' me." Dean said, rubbing the back of his head. 

"Well, if you didn't think with your dick all the time I wouldn't have to." you said. 

"Yeah, cause that's what I was doing when you smacked me earlier." Dean said. 

"No, that time you were just being an asshole. See, I do it then, too." you said. 

"Guys!" Sam yelled, both you and Dean looking at him, "I went to school with her, and her brother, Zack. She says Zack's been charged with murder. He's been arrested for killing his girlfriend. Rebecca says he didn't do it, but it sounds like the cops have a pretty good case." Sam said. 

"Dude, what kind of people are you hangin' out with?" Dean asked. 

"Fuck Sam, I've got to agree with him. I mean, I thought you guys might talk about books or some shit, not fuckin' murder." you said. 

"No guys, I know Zack. He's no killer." Sam said. 

"I don't know, Sam. It kind of sounds like he is." you said. 

Dean nodded his head, "Well, maybe you know Zack as well as he know you." Dean said. 

"They're in St. Louis. We're goin'." Sam said, Dean chuckling. 

"Sam, I really don't think this is our kind of thing. I mean, I don't think there is anything we can do to help this guy." you said. 

"Look, sorry about your buddy, okay? But Y/N is right, this does not sound like our kind of problem." Dean said. 

"It is our problem. They're my friends." Sam said, frustrated with you and his brother. 

"St. Louis is four hundred miles behind us, Sam." Dean said, him and Sam exchanging a look. 

"Get in the car, Dean." you said, Dean having already made up his mind to go anyway. 

The three of you were standing outside of Rebecca's house, Sam out front, you and Dean hanging back a little. 

"Oh my God, Sam!" Rebecca excitedly said when she opened the door. 

"Well, if it isn't little Becky." Sam said. 

You nudged Dean, getting his attention, "Little Becky?" you mouthed, Dean shrugging his shoulders, a smile on his face. 

"You know what you can do with that little Becky crap." Becky said before hugging him. 

"I got your e-mail." Sam said. 

"I didn't think that you would come here." Becky said before Dean stepped forward and extended his hand. 

"Dean. Older brother." he said, Becky shaking his hand. 

"Hi." she said. 

"Hi." Dean returned. 

Becky turned her attention to you, "Hi." she said. 

"Hi, I'm Y/N, a good friend of theirs." you said. 

"We're here to help. Whatever we can do." Sam said. 

"Come in." Becky said, the three of you walking in before Dean closed the door behind you. 

"Nice place." Dean said as he looked around. 

"It's my parents'. I was just crashing here for the long weekend when everything happened. I decided to take the semester off. I'm gonna stay until Zack's free." Becky said. 

"Where are your folks?" Sam asked. 

"They live in Paris for half the year, so they're on their way home now for the trial." Becky said, as the three of you followed her into the kitchen, "Do you guys want a beer or something?" she asked. 

"Sure." you said.

Dean smiled, "Hey-" he got out before Sam interrupted. 

"No, thanks. We're fine." Sam said. 

"Speak for yourself." you grumbled under your breath, Sam overhearing you and shooting you a look. 

"So, tell us what happened." Sam said, his attention back on Becky. 

"Well, um, Zack came home, and he found Emily tied to a chair. She was beaten up and bloody, and she wasn't breathing." Becky said, before she started to cry. "So, he called 911, and the police...they showed up and they arrested him. But, the thing is, the only way that Zack could've killed Emily is if he was in two places at the same time. The police...they have a video. It's from the security tape from across the street, and it shows Zack coming home at 10:30. Now, Emily was killed just after that, but I swear, he was here with me, having a few beers until at least after midnight." Becky explained. 

"You know, maybe we could see the crime scene, Zack's house." Sam said. 

"We could." Dean added. 

"Why? I mean, what could you do?" Becky asked. 

"Well, me, not much, but Y/N and Dean are cops." Sam said, you and Dean laughing. 

"Detectives, actually." Dean said. "We're partners." he added, gesturing between the two of you. 

"Really?" Becky asked, you and Dean nodding your head, "Where?" 

"Bisbee, Arizona, but we're off duty now." you said. 

"You guys, it's so nice to offer, but I just...I don't know." Becky said. 

"I know you don't know us." you said, motioning between you and Dean. "But, we're really good at our job, and I think we could help." you said, Sam smiling at you before turning to Becky. 

"Bec, look, I know Zack didn't do this. Now, we have to find a way to prove that he's innocent." Sam said. 

"Okay. I'm gonna go get the keys." Becky said before walking away. 

"Oh, yeah, man, you're a real straight shooter with your friends." Dean said. 

"Don't start, De. I think this is something." you said. 

"Look, Zack and Becky need our help." Sam said. 

"I just don't think this is our kind of problem." Dean said. 

"Two places at once? We've looked into less." Sam said. 

"He's right. I just have a feeling about this one. I'll get Dad to put someone else on the Bisbee thing." you said, Dean choosing not to reply. 

Dean parked the car outside of Zack's house and the four of you climbed out.

"You're sure this is okay?" Becky asked. 

"Yeah, we're officers of the law." Dean said before walking into the house. 

You, Sam, and Dean were looking around the house, the furniture and walls of the house were smeared with blood. Becky was waiting outside. 

"Bec, you wanna wait outside?" Sam asked, knowing that it would be hard for her to see. 

"No, I wanna help." she said, entering the house. 

"Can you tell us what the police said?" you asked. 

"Well, there's no sign of a break-in. They say that Emily let her attacker in. The lawyers, they're already talking about plea bargains." she said as she looked around the room. "Oh God..." 

"Look, Bec, if Zack didn't do this, it means someone else did. Any idea who?" Sam asked. 

"Um, there was something, about a week before somebody broke in here and stole some clothes, Zack's clothes. The police, they don't think it's anything. I mean, we're not that far from downtown. Sometimes people get robbed." Becky said. 

Sam walked over to you and Dean, the two of you busy watching the neighbor's dog bark aggressively.

"Easy, Cujo." you said, Rebecca walking up behind you. 

"You know, that used to be the sweetest dog." she said. 

You scoffed, "I can't say I believe that." you said. 

"What happened?" Dean asked. 

"He just changed." she said. 

"Do you remember when he changed?" Dean asked. 

"I guess around the time of the murder." Becky said, Dean looking at her before turning to you. 

"Yeah, I know." you simply said before the two of you walked away. 

Sam was in the hallway, looking at a framed picture of himself, Zack, and Becky. 

"So, the neighbor's dog went psycho right around the time Zack's girlfriend was killed." Dean said. 

"Animals can have a sharp sense of the paranormal." Sam said. 

"Yeah, maybe Fido saw somethin'." Dean said. 

"Oh, that dog definitely saw something." you said. 

"So, you think maybe this is our kind of problem?" Sam asked. 

"No, probably not, but we should look at the security tape. You know, just to make sure." Dean said. 

You sighed, "Why can't you just admit that you're wrong, and that this is definitely our kind of thing?" you asked. 

"And what makes you so sure?" Dean asked. 

You shrugged your shoulders, "Just a feeling, I guess." you said. 

Dean rolled his eyes, "You and your feelings." he said before Becky walked over, his attention on her now. "So, the tape. The security footage...you think maybe your lawyers could get their hands on it, cause we just don't have that kind of jurisdiction." Dean said. 

"I've already got it. I didn't wanna say something in front of cops." Becky said, you and Dean laughing. "I stole it off the lawyers desk. I just had to see it for myself." 

"All right." Dean said, all of you walking into the living room. 

"Here he comes." Becky said, the four of you watching the security footage. 

"22:04, that's just after ten. You said time of death was about 10:30." Dean said, noticing the time stamp on the tape. 

"Our lawyers hired some kind of video expert. He says the tape's authentic. It wasn't tampered with." Becky said, Sam noticing something on the tape. 

"Hey, Bec, can we take those beers now?" Sam asked, needing her to leave the room. 

"Oh, sure." she said, getting up to head to the kitchen. 

"Hey." Sam called out, catching her attention, "Maybe some sandwiches, too?" he asked. 

"What do you think this is, Hooters?" Becky asked before leaving the room. 

"I wish." Dean said. 

"Me too." you mumbled, Dean chuckling as he turned to face you. 

"Really, Singer?" he asked, an amused look on his face. 

"What? I like the fuckin' hot wings, and I'm starvin'." you replied, both you and Dean walking over to Sam. 

"What is it?" Dean asked. 

"Check this out." Sam said, rewinding the tape before replaying it, one of the frames showing Zack looking directly at the camera, his eyes silver. 

"Well, maybe it's just a camera flare." Dean said, still skeptical. 

"Come on, De. That's not like any camera flare I've ever seen." you said. 

"You know, a lot of cultures believe that a photograph can catch a glimpse of the soul." Sam said. 

"Right." Dean said to Sam. 

"Remember that dog that was freakin' out? Maybe he saw this thing. Maybe this is some kind of dark double of Zack's, something that looks like him." Sam said. 

"Like a Doppelganger." Dean said. 

"It’d sure explain how he was in two places at once. You ready to admit that this is our kind of thing?" you asked. 

"It might be." Dean said. 

The three of you had checked into a motel, both boys were fast asleep. You looked over at Dean as you carefully made your way out of bed, trying to be absolutely silent so you wouldn't wake him. 

You grabbed your boots from the end of the bed and tip toed towards the door with your boots in hand. You glanced back at  both boys before easing open the door and stepping outside, gently closing it behind you. 

You slipped on your boots and walked over to the Impala, climbing up on the hood and laying back against the windshield. You were looking up at the stars, lost in thought, when you felt someone lay down next to you. 

"You ever think about what it'd be like to go to space?" Sam asked. 

You chuckled, "Really, Sam? We haven't played that since we were kids." you said, not looking at him. 

"You gonna answer?" he asked. 

"Yeah, I still think about it sometimes." you said before looking over at him. "You still gonna go with me?" you teased. 

Sam laughed under his breath, "I can't let you run off to space on your own. Didn't we put that on our list?" he asked. 

"Yeah." you said. "I didn't think you would remember that." 

"Our list?" Sam asked. 

"Mmm hmm." you hummed. 

"Of course, I do. It was all the things we were gonna do together when we grew up." Sam said. 

You chuckled, "Space was such a realistic idea." you said. 

"You always were so obsessed with it." Sam said, looking over at you. "Why?" he asked. 

You shrugged, "I don't know." you said. 

"Yeah, you do. You told me once." Sam said. 

"Then, why'd you ask?" you asked. 

"Do you still feel that way?" Sam asked. 

"Sam, it was dumb fuckin' kid shit. It was just a stupid dream." you said. 

"Have you been having anymore?" Sam asked. 

You sat up so you didn't have to look at him, "Sam, it was a stupid dream and I believed it because I was a dumbass kid. I know my mom was Karen Singer, and not some strange lady from a different world. You don't have to worry, I'm not completely insane yet." you said. 

"You've been dreaming about something, and it can't be good or else you wouldn't be out here. You haven't been sleeping, and you always used to get really upset after that dream." Sam said. 

You looked over your shoulder at him, "No, Sam, I haven't been having a stupid dream from when we were kids." you said. 

"Then what is it?" Sam asked. 

You shook your head, "Just nightmares. They kind of come with the job." you lied. 

"Y/N." Sam said, knowing that you were lying. 

"What? It's nothing. It's not a big deal. Everyone has nightmares." you argued. 

"Y/N, you knew that I had dreams about Jess before it happened." Sam said. "How did you know that? Did you dream it?" 

"Jesus fucking Christ, Sam. I...it was just a lucky guess." you said. 

"No, no, no. None of that lucky guess stuff. How did you know?" Sam asked. 

"Sam." you breathed out. 

"How did you know, Y/N?" Sam asked, not backing down. 

"I saw it. Fuck. I saw it when I touched you back there in that store." you said. 

"What?" Sam asked, sitting up and putting his hand on your shoulder to make you face him. 

"When I touched you, back there in that store...I saw it." you said. 

"What do you mean?" Sam asked. 

"I mean, I put my fuckin' hand on you, and I was there. I was in your apartment, your bedroom. I saw you laying on the bed. I saw you wipe something from your face before you looked up at the ceiling and then...then I saw Jess. I...saw what happened to her, and then everything changed. I mean, I was still in your room, but I watched you sit up in bed, scared...and I saw Jess sleeping next to you. I was fuckin' there, Sam, and...and I don't know how in the fuck I was." you said. 

Sam was silent. He had no clue what to say to you. He was so busy trying to wrap his head around what you had just told him that he didn't even notice how much time had passed by without him saying anything. 

"You ever think that maybe I'm just some kind of fuckin' freak?" you asked, reverting back to the game you played as children. 

"If you're a freak then I am, too. I mean, I'm the one that's having dreams that come true." Sam said. 

"Well, aren't we a fuckin' pair?" you asked, patting his leg. "We always used to do everything together. Why not add fucked up dream/visions to the list?"

"Has it happened again? Is that why you aren't sleeping?" Sam asked. 

You shook your head, "No, well, not the touch thing, it's just nightmares now. Well, one nightmare." you said. 

"About what happened to Jess?" Sam asked, hoping that maybe you might have seen something that would answer his many questions. 

"No." you replied. 

"You know, you could tell me about it. It might help." Sam said. 

You chuckled, "You a therapist now?" you asked, before leaning back against the windshield. 

"I'll give you your first session free." Sam teased, laying down next to you. 

You took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, "It's always the same. I'm in some kind of woods or some shit. It's always so dark and there are trees everywhere, but no sounds. I can never hear any animals. I can only hear myself, the leaves crunching as I step on them, and my own breathing. I  always feel like something or someone is watching me, and I just run. I run as fast as I can until I can't go anymore, and then I start yelling at whatever or whoever to come out. I finally hear something. It's always a twig snapping and then Dean walks out. I'm so happy to see him because the entire time I'm running, finding you guys is all I can think about. I always run up to him and he yells at me to stop with his gun pointed at me. He always asks me why I did it, but I don't know what he's talking about. Then...then he says that part of him always knew, but he didn't want to believe that I could do something like that. I don't know what I did, Sam, but it must have been fuckin' horrible because he's looking at me like he hates me. Then, he says I should have done this a long time ago before shootin' me." you said. 

"Y/N, Dean would never hurt you." Sam said. 

"See, I used to think that, too, but what if I do something bad. What if it's something so bad that he doesn't have a choice?" you asked. 

"You need to get out of your head. It's just a dream, Y/N. I know Dean would never hurt you." Sam said. 

"Do you ever think he could hate me?" you asked. 

"Honestly, I don't. I mean, he could be mad, but I don't think he could ever hate you." Sam said. 

"Then why can't I shake this feeling that I'm going to do something that's unforgiveable? I...I can't explain it, but it's almost like I just know it's going to happen, and no matter what I do, I'm not going to be able to stop it." you said. 

"We'll stop it. Whatever it is. We won't let it happen." Sam said. 

You looked over at him, "Something tells me you won't be able to." you said. 

"Hey, I promise. I'm not going to let anything happen, and I know Dean won't either. You should tell him." Sam said. 

"Oh, yeah, I'll just be like hey Dean, I've been having these weird dreams where you kill me for something I've done, and, uh, I also have the shining." you sarcastically said. 

"The shining, huh?" Sam asked. 

"Well, I saw the past and I'm pretty sure I've been seeing the future, so yeah, the shining. One night you guys are gonna wake up and I'm gonna be all red rum in the corner." you joked. 

"Listen, I won't say anything if you don't want me to, but he's gonna know something is wrong. I mean, I think part of him already does. I know, he's worried, and I know he would only want to help." Sam said. 

"I'm not ready to say anything. I mean, I don't even know what it is. He already worries too much. There's no need to add my bullshit to it." you said. 

Sam nodded his head, "Well, then, I'll try to help you  figure it out. Everything is gonna be fine." Sam said. 

"I have a hard time believing that." you said. 

"Well, then, I'll just have to believe for the both of us." Sam said, sitting up. "Now, come on. You need to try and catch a few hours." he said, holding his hand out for you. 

Dean had been watching the door since Sam left. He was so tempted to follow him outside. He wanted to know what was going on with you . He needed to know that you were ok.

The door clicked open and Dean closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep. He listened as you and Sam walked in, and heard Sam get into bed. He kept waiting, hoping that you would climb in next to him. 

"Hey, Sam." he heard you whisper, pausing a moment, "Thanks." 

"Anytime." Sam said, and Dean couldn't help but feel a little jealous that you confided in Sam and not him. 

Dean felt the covers lift and the bed dip when you sat down. He kept still as you tried to get comfortable, only daring to open his eyes once you were still. 

Dean turned over to see your back to him, and he was still for a moment before throwing his arm over you, letting you know that he was there. You snuggled back into him, his hold on you tightening, his message coming across clear as day, even though neither or you said a word. 

You were half asleep in the backseat, jolting awake once you felt the car stop. You climbed out of the backseat, yawning as you followed Sam and Dean. 

"Alright, so what are we doin' here at 5:30 in the morning?" Dean asked. 

"I realized something. The video tape shows the killer goin' in, but not comin' out." Sam said. 

"So, he came out the backdoor?" Dean asked, leaning against the hood of the car. 

"Right. So, there should be a trail to follow." Sam said. 

"And you're thinking that the police never would have pursued it." you said. 

"Cause they think the killer never left, and they caught your friend Zack inside. I still don't know what we're doing here at 5:30 in the morning." Dean said. 

"Me either. I was finally sleeping." you almost whined, Dean passing you his cup of coffee. 

Sam had tuned the two of you out, as he looked around the outside of the building, noticing blood smeared on a nearby telephone pole. 

"Blood. Somebody came this way." Sam said. 

"Nothing like a little blood to start your day." you said, you and Dean following Sam. 

"Yeah, but the trail ends. I don't see anything over here." Dean said before an ambulance drove by, the three of you exchanging looks. 

The three of you were standing in the middle of a gathering crowd, watching as the police led a handcuffed man to a police car. 

"What happened?" Dean asked a woman standing nearby. 

"He tried to kill his wife. Tied her up and beat her." she said. 

"Really?" Sam asked. 

"I used to see him going to work in the morning. He'd wave, say hello. He seemed like such a nice guy." she said, as the man was taken away. 

You and Sam were looking for anything that could possibly be considered a trail. Sam looked inside the garbage cans next to the house, finding nothing, the two of you heading back to the front of the house to wait for Dean. 

"Hey." Dean said, both you and Sam turning around, "Remember when I said this wasn't our kind of problem?" Dean asked. 

"Yeah." Sam said. 

"Change your mind?" you asked. 

Dean nodded his head, "Definitely our kind of problem." he said. 

"What'd you find out?" Sam asked. 

"Well, I just talked to the patrolman who was first on scene, heard this guy, Alex's story. Apparently,  the dude was driving home from a business trip when his wife was attacked." Dean said. 

"He was two places at once." Sam said. 

"Just like Zack." you added. 

"Exactly. Then, he sees himself in the house, police think he's a nut job." Dean said. 

"Two dark doubles attacking loved ones in exactly the same way." Sam said. 

"Could be the same thing doin' it, too." Dean said. 

"Shapeshifter." you suggested, Dean shrugging his shoulders. 

"Something that can make itself look like anyone." Sam added. 

"Every culture in the world has  shapeshifter lore. You know, legends of creatures who can transform themselves into animals or other men." Dean said. 

"Right, skinwalkers, werewolves." Sam said. 

"We've got two attacks within blocks of each other. I'm guessin' we've got a shapeshifter prowlin' the neighborhood." Dean said. 

"I'd bet on that." you said. 

"Let me ask you guys this...in all the shapeshifter lore can any of them fly?" Sam asked. 

"Not that I know of." Dean said. 

"Yeah, I've never read anything like that." you said. 

"I picked up a trial here. Someone ran out the back of this building and headed off this way." Sam said. 

"Just like your friend's house." Dean said. 

"Yeah, and, just like at Zack's house, the trail suddenly ends. I mean, whatever it is just disappeared." Sam said. 

"Well, there's another way to go...down." Dean said, looking down at the manhole he was standing over. 

"Of fuckin' course." you grumbled. "Of course, that stupid asshole would just have to be in the sewer." 

"I bet this runs right by Zack's house, too. The shapeshifter could be using the sewer system to get around." Sam said once the three of you had climbed down into the sewer. 

"I think you're right. Look at this." Dean said, the three of you bending down to examine the pile of skin and blood. 

"What...and I can't stress this enough...the fuck?" you asked, looking down at the skin. 

"Is this from his victims?" Sam asked, as Dean took out his pocket knife before picking up a bit of the skin on the end of it. 

"God, that's just fuckin' gross. Put it down, De." you said, wrinkling your nose. 

"You know, I just had a sick thought. When the shapeshifter changes shape...maybe it sheds." Dean said. 

"Like a snake would shed it's skin." you said, "That is seriously so fucked up." 

"That is sick." Sam said, as Dean put the skin down.

The three of you were back at the car, and Dean opened the trunk to get the weapons you would need. 

"Well, one thing I learned from Dad, is that no matter what kind of shapeshifter it is, there's one sure way to kill it." Dean said, you nodding your head. 

"Silver bullet to the heart." Sam said. 

"That's right." Dean said before Sam's phone rang. 

"This is Sam." Sam said, you and Dean listening. "What are you talkin' about?" Sam asked. 

"This can't be good." you whispered. 

"Why would you do that?" Sam asked. 

"Yeah, definitely not good." you said. 

"Bec-" Sam tried to say before being cut off, pausing as he listened to the person on the other end, "We're tryin' to help." 

"Guess, we're busted." you said to Dean. 

"Bec, I'm sorry, but-" Sam tried to say before pausing, hanging up the phone a few seconds later. 

"Becky figure us out?" you asked, Sam nodding. 

"I hate to say it, but that's exactly what I'm talkin' about. You lie to your friends because if they knew the real you, they'd be freaked. It's just...It'd be easier if-" Dean said before Sam interrupted. 

"If I was like you." Sam said. 

"Hey, man, like it or not, we are not like other people, but I'll tell you one thing. This whole gig...it ain't without perks." Dean said, holding up a gun. 

"You're right about that. Now, let's go kill this fucker." you said, tucking your gun into the back of your jeans. 

The three of you were back in the sewer, "I think we're close to its lair." Dean said. 

"Why do you say that?" Sam asked. 

"Because there's another puke-inducing pile next to your face." Dean said, Sam turning to look at the pile of skin. 

"Oh, God!" Sam exclaimed, completely disgusted. 

"Looks like it's lived here for a while." Dean said, looking at a pile of clothes in the corner. 

"They're just so fuckin' gross. At least clean up your skin piles, asshole." you said. 

Dean chuckled, "Pretty sure they don't care about that." he said. 

"Well, they fuckin' should." you said. 

"Who knows how many murders he's gotten away with?" Sam asked turning to see the shapeshifter, still in the form of the man the police led from the building, standing behind you and Dean. "Guys!" Sam yelled, Dean turning and taking a hit from the shifter before falling into you, knocking you both to the ground. 

Sam fired off a couple shots as the shapeshifter ran away, but missed. He moved over to you and Dean. 

"You okay?" you asked Dean, placing your hand on his injured shoulder, Dean nodding his head. 

"Fuck, I hope I didn't hurt her. I'm just glad the son of a bitch got me instead." you heard Dean say, but he never opened his mouth. 

You jerked your hand away from him and stumbled back, completely freaked out, "Oh fuck...no....no....no." you breathed out. 

"Hey, Y/N, you okay?" Dean asked, as you looked down at your hand in shock. 

"Y/N." Sam said, grabbing your shoulder. 

"Don't touch me!" you yelled, jerking away from him, both Sam and Dean looking at you,  worried. 

"Just go. Go get it. I'll be right behind you." you said, needing a minute alone. 

"Let's get the son of a bitch." Dean said to Sam before the two of them took off after the shifter, Dean glancing back over his shoulder at you.

 You finally forced yourself to climb out of the sewer, and decided to make your way back to the car, figuring the boys would end up there eventually. 

You finally spotted them, both of them heading your way, Dean walking right by you like nothing happened. 

"You think he found another way underground?" Sam asked as you quickly walked over to him, "Hey, you okay?" he asked you. 

"No." you whispered, your focus on Dean. 

"Yeah, probably. You got the keys?" Dean asked. 

"Hey, didn't Dad once face a shapeshifter in San Antonio?" Sam asked. 

"Oh, that was Austin. It turned out not to be a shapeshifter. It was a thought form, a psychic projection, remember?" Dean said. 

"Oh, right. Here ya go." Sam said before tossing Dean the keys. 

"That's not Dean." you whispered. 

"I know." Sam said, easing you behind him. "Don't move!" Sam yelled, pointing his gun at Dean, "What have you done with him?" 

"Dude, chill. It's me, all right?" Dean said. 

"No, I don't think so. Where's my brother?" Sam asked. 

"You're about to shoot him. Sam, calm down. Tell him, Singer." Dean said. 

You pulled out your gun, "Where the fuck is Dean, asshole?" you asked. 

"Guys, it's me." Dean said. 

"You caught those keys with your left. Your shoulder was hurt." Sam said. 

"Yeah, it's better. What do you guys want me to do, cry?" Dean asked. 

"You're not Dean." you said. 

"Why don't one of you pull the trigger, then? Hm? Cause neither one of you are sure. Guys, you know me." Dean said, stepping towards you and Sam. 

"Don't." Sam said before Dean  hit him twice with a crowbar, Sam falling to the ground. 

You had a clear shot, but you hesitated a moment too long, even though you knew it wasn't Dean, and by then it was too late. 

You blinked open your eyes, noticing that you were in some dark, dingy room. Your neck and hands were bound to a wooden post, Sam was behind you. 

"Sam." you said, doing your best to rock your body to wake him up, stopping when the shifter walked in. 

"Where is he, asshole?" you asked, Sam finally coming to. 

The shapeshifter, who was still in the form of Dean, walked over to you and backhanded you, your face stinging when he made impact. 

You spit on him, "You're gonna have to do better than that." you said. 

"Where is he? Where's Dean?" Sam asked. 

"I wouldn't worry about him. You two need to worry about yourselves." the shifter said. 

"Where is he?" Sam asked, again. 

"You don't really wanna know." the shifter said, chuckling. "I swear, the more I learn about her and you, your family...I thought I came from a bad background." the shifter said. 

"You listen to me you disgusting fuck, if you so much as touched a hair on his head, I swear to God, you'll pay for it. When I'm finished with you, you'll be beggin' me to kill you." you seethed. 

The shifter chuckled, "I can see why he likes you so much. You follow him around like a lost puppy. You'd do anything for him. Loyalty like that is hard to find." the shifter said. 

"What do you mean, learn?" Sam asked, the shifter turning his attention back to Sam before grabbing his head and grimacing in pain. 

"He's sure got issues with you. You got to go to college. He had to stay home. I mean, I had to stay home, with Dad. You don't think I had dreams of my own? But Dad needed me. Where the hell were you?" the shifter asked before turning to you. "And you, boy, is he screwed up over you. I hate that I brought you into this, but I didn't want to be alone. I'm so scared that you're gonna get hurt and I would never forgive myself if something happened to you. See, but I don't guess you care too much about me because you would rather tell Sam your problems. I thought we were partners." the shifter said. 

"Fuck you." you spat out. 

"Where is my brother?" Sam asked, the shifter leaning in close to him. 

"I am you brother. See, deep down, I'm just jealous. You got friends. I know you're gonna take her away from me. She was your friend first. You could have a life. Me? I know I'm a freak, and sooner or later, everybody's gonna leave me." the shifter said. 

"What are you talkin' about?" Sam asked. 

"You left. Hell, I did everything Dad asked me to, and he still ditched me, too. No explanation, nothin', just poof, left me with your sorry ass. Now, that you're back you're gonna take Y/N, too. I can already see it happening, but still, this life? It's not without it's perks." the shifter said, laughing. "I meet the nicest people. Like little Becky. You know Dean would bang her if he had the chance, anything to get that one not wanting him off his mind." he added, looking at you. "Let's see what happens." he said before throwing a sheet over you and Sam. 

"Damn it." Sam said, unable to get out of his ropes. "What about you? You close?" he asked. 

"Almost." you said, struggling. 

"That better be you guys, Y/N, Sam, and not that freak of nature." Dean said, Sam laughing. 

"Yeah, it's us." Sam said. 

"Dean, are you okay?" you asked. 

Dean managed to uncover himself from the sheet, "I'm fine, Sweetheart. Are you?" Dean asked. 

"Yeah, I'm fine." you said. 

"He went to Rebecca's lookin' like you." Sam said. 

"Well, he's not stupid. He picked the handsome one." Dean said, Sam giving him a confused look. 

"Now's not the time, De." you said, still trying to get free. 

The three of you were still trying to get out of your ropes. 

"Yeah, that's the thing. He didn't just look like you, he was you, or becoming you." Sam said, as Dean finally worked his way out of his ropes. 

"What do you mean?" Dean asked. 

"He knew things that only you would know, your thoughts, your memories. The things he said..." you trailed off. 

"It was like he was downloading it." Sam said. 

"You mean, like the Vulcan mind meld?" Dean asked. 

"Yeah, something like that. I mean, maybe that's why he doesn't just kill us." Sam said, as Dean walked over to the two of you. 

"Maybe he needs to keep us alive. Psychic connection." Dean said as he untied Sam's ropes. 

"Guys, we gotta haul ass. He's probably at Rebecca's already." you said, finally slipping free. "I got it." you said to Dean as you finished untying yourself, missing the hurt look on Dean's face. 

"Come on. We gotta find a phone. Call the police." Sam said, once the three of you were back on the street. 

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You're gonna put an APB out on me." Dean said, Sam shrugging his shoulders. 

"Fuck, Sam." you said, even though you knew there wasn't much else you could do. 

"Sorry." Sam said. 

"This way." Dean said, the three of you running down the street. 

The three of you were standing in front of  a store window, watching a news report on the display televisions. 

"An anonymous tip led police to a home in the Central West End, where a S.W.A.T team discovered a local woman bound and gagged. Her attacker, a white female, approximately 20-25 years of age was discovered in her home," the report said, a sketch of you showing up on the screen. 

"Me?" you asked, shocked as you looked between Sam and Dean. "The thing changed into me. It was Dean when it left, and that's not even a good picture of me." you ranted, Sam looking around cautiously. 

"It's good enough." Sam said, pulling you along with him as he walked away. 

"Why the fuck did that thing shift into me? " you asked, Sam still dragging you. 

"Maybe it didn't like the way you talked to it, or thought that Becky would feel more comfortable letting you in inside her house to talk." Sam said. 

"What did you say to it?" Dean asked, catching up to you. 

"I told it that if it hurt you,  that by the time I was finished with it, it would be beggin' me to kill it." you said. 

"See, your mouth always gets you in trouble." Dean said. 

"You do the same damn thing." you argued. 

"Come on guys, the two of you can do this later. They said attempted murder. At least we know-" Sam said before you interrupted. 

"I didn't kill her." you said. 

"We'll check with Rebecca in the morning, see if she's all right." Sam said. 

"All right, but first I wanna find the asshole wearin' my fuckin' face and beat the shit out of it before I kill it." you said. 

"We have no weapons. No silver bullets." Sam said. 

"Sam, this fucker is walkin' around with my face. It's a little personal." you said. 

"I'd like to get my hands on the son of a bitch, too." Dean said. 

"Okay. Where do we look?" Sam asked. 

"We could start with the sewers." Dean said. 

"We have no weapons. It stole our guns, we need more." Sam said, pausing to think, "The car?" 

"I'm bettin' it drove over to Rebecca's." you said. 

"The news said she fled on foot. I bet it's still parked there." Sam said. 

"The thought of that thing drivin' my car." Dean said, upset. 

"All right, come on." Sam said. 

"It's killin' me." Dean said. 

"Let it go." Sam said. 

"Yeah, at least you aren't all over the news for attempted murder." you said. 

The three of you walked around the side of Rebecca's house to see the Impala still parked there. 

"Oh, there she is! Finally, something went right tonight." Dean said, so relieved. 

"Oh, fuck." you said, noticing the police car that pulled up next to Dean's car, another one parked a few yards away. 

"This way, this way." Dean said, taking your hand and pulling you towards a fence. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I got to get her out of here. Just stay calm, Dean, and get her somewhere safe." you heard him say, but again, his mouth wasn't moving. 

You jerked your hand form his, Sam speaking before Dean could say anything to you. 

"You guys go. I'll hold 'em off." Sam said. 

"No." you said. 

"Yeah, what are you talking about? They'll catch you." Dean said. 

"Look, they can't hold me. Just go, keep out of sight. Meet me at Rebecca's." Sam said, as you and Dean started to climb the fence. "Dean." Sam said, stopping him, "You guys stay out of the sewers. "Sam said, you and Dean not replying as you both hopped over the fence. "I mean it!" 

"Yeah, yeah." Dean said, before the two of you took off. 

You and Dean were standing by the car, Dean getting out weapons. 

"I'm sorry, Sam, but you know us...we just can' t wait." Dean said before closing the trunk. 

"He's gonna be so pissed." you said, taking a gun from him. 

"I'm pretty sure he expects us to do it." Dean said, shrugging his shoulders. 

"Probably." you replied, the two of you slipping into silence as you made your way to the sewer. 

"You ever gonna tell me what happened back there?" Dean asked, and you knew exactly what he was talking about. 

You jumped down off the ladder, your boots hitting the water with a splash, "I will, but now's not the time." you said. 

The two of you walked into a chamber filled with candles and chains, piles of skin and blood on the floor. Dean stopped when he heard a noise, you following after him, a large figure covered with a sheet catching your attention. 

"There." you said, nudging Dean. 

Dean removed the sheet, "Rebecca?" he asked, her hands and feet bound with rope. 

"What happened?" you asked as Dean untied her. 

"I was walking home, and everything just went white. Someone hit me over the head, and I wound up here just in time to see that thing turn into me. I don't know, how is that even possible?" she asked, crying. 

"Okay. Okay. It's okay. Come on. Can you walk?" Dean asked, Becky nodding her head. "Okay, we've gotta hurry. Sam went to see you." 

"What are you gonna do to me?" Sam asked, his hands and feet tied. 

"Oh, I'm not gonna do anything. Dean will, though." the shifter said. 

"They'll never catch him." Sam said. 

"Oh, doesn't matter. Murder in the first of his own brother? He'll be hunted the rest of his life, and so will she, his partner in crime." the shifter said. 

You and Dean burst through the door to see the shifter, who was now in the form of Dean, on top of Sam choking him. 

"Hey!" Dean yelled, getting the shifter's attention before firing two shots, hitting him in the heart. 

"Sam." you said, kneeling by his side. "You okay?" 

"Yeah." said Sam, just as Becky walked in. 

You and Dean were standing by the car, looking at a map while Sam talked to Becky. 

"Will you just tell me if you're okay?" Dean asked. 

You looked up at him, "That's the thing, De...I don't even know if I am." you said. 

"Just talk to me." he said. 

"I promise you, I will. Just let me do it in my own time, and listen to everything I have to say before you say anything." you said. 

"You're freakin' me out, Singer." Dean said. 

You raised your hand to touch his cheek, but quickly pulled it back, afraid of what would happen, "Just don't worry." you said, as Sam walked over to the car, giving you a we need to talk look. 

"So, what about your friend, Zack?" you asked, trying to distract them. 

"Cops are blaming these two psychos, Y/N Singer and Dean Winchester for Emily's murder. They found the murder weapon in ya'lls lair, Zack's clothes was stained with her blood. Now they're thinking that the surveillance tape was tampered with, and they're still searching for Y/N Singer. Becky says Zack will be released soon." Sam said. 

"A fugitive...won't Dad be proud." you said, getting into the car. 

The three of you were in the car, Dean behind the wheel, "Sorry, man." Dean said. "I really wish things could be different, you know? I wish you could just be...Joe College." Dean said to Sam. 

"No, that's okay. You know, the truth is, even at Stanford, deep down, I never really fit in." Sam said. 

"Well, that's cause you're a freak." Dean said. "Singer, too." 

"Yeah, thanks." Sam aid, you choosing not to speak, thinking to yourself if he only knew. 

"Well, I'm a freak, too. I'm right there with you guys, all the way." Dean said, smiling at you in the mirror. 

"You got that right, Winchester." you said, knowing that if you kept quiet he would know something was wrong. 

"You know, I gotta say...I'm sorry I'm gonna miss it." Dean said. 

"Miss what?" Sam asked. 

"How many chances am I gonna have to see my own funeral?" Dean asked, you chuckling in the backseat as the three of you headed to the next case. 

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[neighborhood-merc]

It is I, and I am back with more a new list of fanfics for this wonderful ship called SpideyPool. 

Listen, I don’t know why I’m doing this as well (maybe because I fuckin love these boys and want to share my fave fanfics of their ship to everyone...or whatever) but here we are. [ Here are Part 1, 3 btw! ]  

Same shit applies:

The themes of the stories on this list varies, I’m either into something heart-warming, fluffy, domestic that sort of stuff or into some really really heavy and dark messed up ones. It always depends on the mood am I right? *wink wink*

It’s always gonna be smutty though lol

As long as it’s tastefully written, whatever kinky shit, I can be into it, I don’t judge the writer. With that being said if I add something straight up messed up here now/or in the future, don’t judge too, just mind the tags of the fic, for your own discretion if anything.

this list should be Wade Wilson/Peter Parker - Spiderman/Deadpool pairing only. I kinda like my babies greedy/possessive for/of each other.

I don’t care who tops or bottoms.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Summaries are taken directly from the fanfic’s summary.

Read the tags first!

Wolves [ Update: Sadly, the fic has been deleted :( ] (This is WIP, but I swear it’s so fucking good you should read it. It’s a Prison AU, and the writing is sublime)  Peter is falsely accused and sent to jail, where he meets the violent ex-mercenary, Wade.

Don't Forget To Check Your Calendar! Peter REALLY should remember to check his calendar or Peter forgets that he has a heat coming up, and in doing so causes several sticky situations to occur (thank god for Tony's NDA's).

Communication Error “Have you seriously been doing this bit for a year now?” “Bit… what bit?” Wade looked at him, confused. “This,” Peter waved his hand, “the 'we’re dating' bit.” There was a pause, and then suddenly, it was like Wade’s whole body imploded. His shoulders sunk and his head dropped and suddenly Peter knew he’d made a huge mistake. “Hahaha, yeah, the dating bit.” He held up the wine. “One year of one really bad, horrible joke.”

Night Off Wade is taking the night off when a certain Spider calls for help.

The Great Florist, Wade Wilson (this ones got a Sequel) Deadpool has found the apartment belonging to Spiderman. Or Peter Parker, if the name on the door is anything to go by. Now some people might use this information of said secret identity wrongly. Normally Wade would have been one of them. But this is different. This is Spider-Parker, I-mean, Peter-man, I-mean, fuck. Now Deadpool just have to figure out exactly what he is gonna do with this information. Which is quite simple really. He's going to leave Spidey flowers and win his heart this way or the one, where Deadpool spams Spiderman with flowers, and Spiderman has no idea what's going on

Tale As Old As Time, Song As Old As Rhyme (This belongs to the series  “A Spider in the Pool”) It is absolutely fucking good, I recommend you read them. Do read the warnings though yeah?) Peter Parker gradually falls for Wade's dubious charms. They have a lot of hang ups and kinks to negotiate, but with sex this hot, Peter can't help wanting more. Erotica with significant plot and relationship development.

Help Me, Peter Parker, You’re My Only Hope! “I need your help,” Wade admitted. “And why would I help you?” Peter asked with an amused chuckle. “Because, um, I asked you? Isn’t it what you do? Help people who ask for it?”

Damage Peter Parker finds himself in a sticky situation and who should show up to rescue him but the infamous Deadpool? Now Peter feels indebted to the mercenary... And maybe weirdly charmed by him.

I'm Serious Wade wants Peter to top. But he really, really doesn't know how to ask.

Shake it out (this series is a good boi)

Sick Days  "Wade." "Mr. Rogers." They stared at each other, one calm and silent in his fury while the other looked like a deer about to be pummeled by an eighteen-wheeler. "I'm sure you have a reason for being in my son's bed without a shirt on?"

Love Me Dead Peter tries to tell Wade his feelings. It's kind of a train-wreck.

Disgusting -Spideypool (5+1) This is a Wade Centric fic containing topics of mental health struggles and self image. Nothing too graphic but still.

Flip the Safety They both get a little carried away when they fight, but this time Wade grins over his gun and the worst part is that Peter knows he doesn’t plan on shooting him.

Do It Yourself “I bet you’re flexible enough to suck your own dick.” Wade plants that thought in Peter's head and he can't help where curiosity leads him.

Looking for a savior in these dirty streets  (WADE YOU LITTLE SHIT LOL) what's your opinion on eating ass? just looking for a yes or noThat's the text Peter gets when he's in a meeting with Anna Maria, trying his hardest to get back to running a company a few months after an unexpected trip to the underworld.

Act your age (not your shoe size) “Wanna go grab some grub? I have it on good authority there's some qual-a-tee Mexican around here.”Peter’s mouth drops open. “Uh, you always invite guys you just met out for lunch?” Deadpool laughs and leans forward. The words are muffled when he says, “Only the ones I meet in movie theaters.”

That's the power of love (cute af fic) “Yeah, so, about that. Nice to meet ya, I’m Wade Wilson but def not your Wade Wilson although I gotta say, I’m jealous of the asshole.”

Baby, i’d victoria your secret anytime (another good boy) Peter’s known Wade for a while now, so he can maybe see how this makes sense -- like, maybe Wade has a thing about going commando and just happened to have an old girlfriend’s panties lying around, one thing led to another…but…“And the bra?” Peter croaks.

It's The Alcohol Talking It wasn't every day that Wade came across a drunk-off-his-ass Spider-man.

Marco (this is fuckin’ hurt ok???) Spidey was fine. Everything was going to be fine.

Took no time with the fall (Part One of “wasn’t looking for this” series) When the Avengers had briefed him on Deadpool, they played up the Kills People for Money and Has No Real Morals angle and left out the Is Pretty Damn Funny and Charming in a Weird, Terrifying Sort of Way part.Or, five times they meet on rooftops plus one time they take it to the streets*

Now you're in my way (Part Two of “wasn’t looking for this” series) Wade's been with the Avengers for four months. The two of them have been together for five.Their relationship consists of taco-based dates, a ton of sex, and, well, Avenging.

The Stalking of Wade Wilson "It’s around this point that a niggling thread of thought worms its way into his head when he’s not paying attention, one that gently suggests that Wade might be slightly less of a bad guy than Peter previously thought."

Seeing the real you (it's not what I imagined) "The fuck,“ Deadpool said slowly. He was staring at him in a way that made Peter feel decidedly uncomfortable, and this was saying something, considering Deadpool had a habit of leering at him at the most inappropriate times. "Are you kidding me?" he eventually gasped. "How OLD are you? Twelve?“

I'll Always Protect You Anonymous said: If anyone is up for it I have a rescue prompt idea where Peter (he is not in his spiderman suit) is taken as a hostage with a gun to the head along with a few other civilians. Peter is warning the criminals to let everyone go otherwise his fiance,Wade, will kill them all. They mock him and beat him up. Then a furious Deadpool saves Peter by the most badass way possible. Also I would love if someone write how unnervingly skilled Wade is as a mercenary. Please? Anyone?

Your ass is mine  Spidey takes a toilet break while on patrol. He wasn't expecting Wade to join him.

When I'm Inside You Spiders are hard to catch. When Deadpool manages to pin one down on an NYC rooftop, he thinks he deserves a prize.

Daddy It had started as a joke, which was conveniently how most of these things always happened.

Any Means Necessary Anonymous said: Abo au where Peter is a young mutant who both displayed his heat early before his adolscent stage and spidey powers that went out of haywire the moment his heat started, leaving him to thrash around the city, running away from his family. Wade Wilson, an alpha, who happens to be a professional mercenary for hire, is now paid to catch this mutant, and try and calm him down by “any means necessary” because Peter, even as an omega is swrecking havoc amongst the city. [ 1/2 ] Of course, Wade takes those words seriously, and decides to just do that solution by first, capturing and drugging the young omega, and then, placing him in what could be described as a special and adjustable breeding stand in Wade’s attempts to calm Peter down. [ 2/2 ]

One Fear (Two Fear), Red Rear (Pink Rear) (Note: Now this is where “read the tags first” is applicable af. Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you dude) Anonymous said: Hello, another one for you: Deadpool adopts MCU Spidey and treats him like his actual child. That is until Peter starts growing up more and Wade can't help but feel attracted to him. At around age 15, Peter starts actively trying to seduce Wade. Wade resists, but in the end gives in. My kingdom for hardcore daddy kink, Sub!Peter, Wade calling him a good boy/baby boy. 

Wo Rauch Ist (this fic is fucking gold) "Someone needs to write a ‘the fire alarm went off at 3 am and now the cute guy from the flat next door is standing next to me in his underwear’ AU"