#hash tag that is too big for me

[buhbuhbuhbuhbeanz7654]

i cant believe i got 4 mini wheats stuck together

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

will i get a migraine today or will i survive. lets see.

[tin-wufborf]

Tin's Favorite Sterek Fics (Part 13)

Hello, and welcome to part 13! You're getting this part pretty much immediately after the last because this is currently all I have the energy to do right now. So...I guess my cold says "you're welcome" lol.

Thank you all again for all of your support for this series. You're all amazing and fantastic and I love you all. I hope you all have as good a day as you can, if not a great one!

Oh! Before you proceed, please recall the warning I gave you in the last part's preamble about the prevalence of Bad Friend Scott McCall fics you'll be seeing moving forward. There's a shit-ton of them on this list, and there will definitely be some more moving forward.

Okay, that's all now, byyyyyyyyyyyyyye.

Smoochies and squeezies, my dudes!

List and links to previous/next part(s) below the cut.

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DISCLAIMER: This is me warning you all that some of the fics I've included in this list may cover explicit, dark, and/or "taboo" subject matters. I cannot express enough how little I care what anyone thinks about any of that; all I want is for you to use caution when reading anything I've listed here and to please review and heed whatever tags the authors have provided in order to keep yourselves safe. Your experience from this point on is your own responsibility, not mine and not the authors'.

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Layover by dr_girlfriend (G | 1/1 | 3,643)

Excerpt:

Big, serious brown eyes were staring right into his from only a few inches away. The child had clambered half over the arm of Derek’s chair to study him at close range, her little rosebud mouth pursed in concentration.

“Uh.” Derek couldn’t look away as the girl reached out one pudgy hand and patted him gently on the cheek. Her scent was soft and sweet and somehow a bit familiar, just enough to keep Derek from shying away. Derek didn’t know too much about kids but he guessed this one was probably three years old or so, head still oversized in proportion to the short limbs and round little belly.

She seemed fascinated with Derek’s beard, eyes widening further under incredibly thick lashes as she petted Derek’s cheek some more, smoothing down the short stubble. Finally she grinned widely. “Good wuff.”

Derek jerked upright, hands clenching on the edge of his seat. Did she just say?...

“CJ!” The child was suddenly gone, lifted up by a strong, tattooed forearm around her little potbelly. “You scared the he— heck out of me! What have I told you about wandering — Derek?”

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Hale Construction by Mynuet (G | 1/1 | 8,342)

Derek gets a business and a home. Stiles gets his own Batman. The sheriff gets hash browns. The Stilinski household is expanded without anyone quite talking about it.

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So When Do I Get To Pledge My Loyalty To The Mob? by RedRidingStiles (M | 1/1 | 10,146)

“Are you my sugar daddy?” Stiles blurts out, slapping a hand over his mouth when his brain catches up to his mouth.

The man lets out a soft laugh, making his way around the couch till he’s standing just feet away from Stiles.

Stiles can smell his cologne from here, it smells heavenly, Stiles kinda wants to bury his face into the guy's chest so he can figure out exactly what it is.

“If that’s what you’d like to call it.” The man smiles.

Stiles doesn’t think he should be allowed to smile like that. All soft and gorgeous and way too pretty to be legal.

He’s still not convinced any of this is real.

Stiles loses his wallet, someone returns it along with $5,000. Shit keeps coming, Stiles life doesn't make any sense anymore, he's just going with it.

Edited in October 2022

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Stop Crossing Oceans by greenleaf (M | 1/1 | 11,654)

“There are no absolutes, Scott! No hard rights or hard wrongs! The world doesn’t fucking work that way and we can’t afford to think like that, because people are going to die! We signed up for that the moment we got involved with all this!”

“We? We?” Scott hisses. “Don’t you think you? Don’t forget that you’re the one who dragged us into that forest the night it all started, Stiles. So if it’s anyone’s fault, it’s yours.”

Something inside Stiles cracks, so strong and so deep that he practically hears it.

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The One You Choose by Asterekmess (Livinginfictions) (M | 7/7 | 13,495)

Stiles hadn’t seen Scott in over a week, except for glances he caught during school hours.

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By Moon and Stars by kellifer_fic (M | 1/1 | 15,929)

"Have you heard of this Alpha?" Stiles asks, shuffling up his pallet so Scott has room to sit. Scott does with a grateful little twist of his mouth. Stefan forces him into the Stilinski ceremonial armor when they travel and Stiles can see that it's heavy and doesn't sit well on Scott. He can't shift encased in metal and Stefan knows it.

"I know of him, mostly stories that seem a little fantastical. Shifters exaggerate just like common people. They like their war stories."

"Tell me of him. Tell me a war story."

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What to expect when you aren't expecting by MemeKon (T | 1/1 | 16,921)

The baby's wailing is piercing, Stiles doesn't know how Derek can stand it. He tries shushing her and cooing at her and bouncing her a little, but the crying only gets louder, and in addition to hurting his ears, it's hurting his soul.

“Stiles,” Derek interrupts him mid-croon, eyebrows meeting over the bridge of his nose, “have you fed her since you found her?”

Stiles gapes and looks down at the baby's distressed face as she bawls.

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the most important things series by sarcasticfishes (2 works | G-E | 23,774)

1. most important things (E | 1/1 | 21,180) At first Derek didn’t know what to do with Romy. She was this tiny, squirming, pink thing that he had no idea how to read. But she was also his niece, and the only thing he had left in the world. He thought about giving her up and going back to California, but the thought of being so close to the place where his family had once been so alive hurt him, and so did the thought of letting her go. And so, in Chicago he stayed, and the Hills were forgotten. He didn’t want to go back. And no one came looking for him anyway. 2. most importantly, happy (G | 1/1 | 2,594) “Wow, Derek Hale talking about tutus. I’m hallucinating, right?” “Nope,” Derek turned his head slightly, to regard him, “Single parent syndrome.” “My dad tried to take me shoe shopping when I was twelve. Melissa ended up doing it for him.” “I’m a pro at shoe shopping,” Derek admitted, scanning the letter again.

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A Healing Silence by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere (NR | 28/28 | 36,329)

Stiles is slowly pushed out of the pack following his fight with Scott about Donovan's death. After receiving a phone number from an old friend, Stiles is surprised to find that it belongs to the one person who may be able to bring him back to himself.

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How Derek Met His Smallest Fan by purpleduvet (maga_nw) (M | 2/2 | 37,273)

Derek is standing in the fruits and vegetables aisle, trying to decide between two very nice looking watermelons, when someone small crashes into his legs.

or

Derek comes back to Beacon Hills after years of being gone and meets Stiles and his kid at the supermarket.

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Suspicious Minds by HaleHole (SweetFanfics) (E | 1/1 | 40,105)

“Don’t feed Balto your pizza,” Stiles mildly warns his daughter.

“Derek.”

Stiles pauses, mouth open and cheese sliding off the pizza as he parrots, “Derek? Who’s Derek?”

His daughter rolls her eyes, like Stiles has just asked her the dumbest question ever. “The wolf, Daddy!”

“You changed his name?” Stiles asks in surprise. Usually she’s pretty set about naming things. Her doll’s name was decided two seconds after receiving it, the car has been Alonzo for three years now, and the toaster ‘Pop’ for the last six months.

Meg nods, prodding the sliding cheese back on top of her slice. “Yeah. He told me his name is Derek. And that he doesn’t really like Balto.”

“Is that right?” he asks, eyeing the wolf who seems far too interested in watching a pair of animated moose arguing. It’s official. This wolf is weird. This whole situation is weird.

-- Separated from Laura after being cornered by some hunters, an injured Derek finds himself being rescued by Stiles and his young daughter. In more than one way.

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We Play In The Shadows by words_reign_here (E | 17/17 | 40,729)

"This is my dad, Stiles." Emeri said and patted his belly. Emeri did not know what personal space was. "This is my godfather, Scotty." She said and patted Scott next. "This is my godmother, Allison." Emeri lowered her voice, "She works with Pops. She's a deputy." Mr. Hale nodded seriously, his full attention on Emeri. "And this is Lydia. She let dad borrow her uterus for nine months. But she's not my mom. Well. Biologically she is, but she doesn't have the legal rights."

Stiles put a hand over his face and sighed.

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our lives are changing lanes by grimm (E | 1/1 | 47,537)

There's a lot of screaming going on inside the first house Stiles visits. He isn't really worried, because it sounds like kids, but then the door opens and hi, says his dick, because the dude in front of him is gorgeous, built like a god with a face like thunder. Stiles wants to lick that solid jaw line. Hold the fuck on, says his cop brain, because the dude's got kids hanging all over him; one's on his back, skinny legs looped around his waist, and another two hanging off one arm, toes barely brushing the ground. There's a tubby toddler clinging to his leg like a koala, and he's got a baby tucked into the crook of the one arm that doesn’t have kids hanging off it. Stiles' mouth drops open.

"How many of those kids did you kidnap?" he asks before he can wrangle his brain into submission.

The man gives him a look that says what the fuck is wrong with you and snaps, "You think I'd subject myself to this on purpose?"

"Oooh," says one of the kids hanging off his arm. "I'm telling Mom."

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The House That Wolves Built by LuneFaitLaFolie (G | 6/6 | 48,978)

"Stiles isn’t stupid. He knows well enough that the pack are done with him. He knows he’s useless, and broken, but it still hurts."

"Derek is running through every interaction he’s ever had with Stiles, trying to figure out which ones he could have caught Stiles with his claws. The unfortunate reality is that he loses count of how many times he could have. "

or

Stiles is pushed out of the pack as his injuries render him useless and unhelpful, and the pack start to hate him. He hasn't spoken to them in months, until an allying pack comes to visit and he gets dragged back. But do they really hate him? Or was it all a big misunderstanding?

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Hale's Modern Encyclopedia of Playing Cards (and Dating Humans) by thepsychicclam (M | 1/1 | 49,698)

Wolves don't date humans. And Derek's okay with that. He's got his Pack, his friends in the Pack network, and lacrosse. Plus, he plays cards with his grandma all the time. Stiles Stilinski definitely doesn't factor into his life - no matter how much of a crush Derek has on him.

But when bird creatures attack Derek, Stiles, and their friends in the Preserve, Stiles finds out about werewolves and things get pretty complicated. For Derek at least. And he thought school was his only problem, but now he's grounded and Stiles is hanging around way too much for Derek to ignore him any longer.

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The Quickest Way to a Man's Heart (is Through His Bottomless Pit) by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) (E | 1/1 | 54,170)

Pulling open his apartment door, he let out an involuntary shout when something was quite literally thrust into his chest hard enough to have him almost tip backwards. He managed to right himself while keeping hold of what had been shoved at him and looked up in time to see his neighbour striding back towards his apartment.

“You’re going to fucking kill yourself.”

His door slammed.

Stiles blinked at the other man’s door, utterly confused, and looked down at what he was holding.

It was a plastic bag, full of what felt like tupperware, which made no sense to Stiles because when had his neighbour broken into his house to steal his tupperware?

(SNYE - January 11th - Neighbours)

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Go Away, Scott by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere (NR | 45/45 | 66,227)

After the incident at the warehouse, Stiles is fed up with Scott. He finds himself drawn into Derek’s pack and in the process, drawn to Derek himself.

With the Alpha Pack closing in, Derek needs to learn how to trust his pack and those around him. And who better to help him than Stiles?

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Misfits series by Morraine (2 works | NR-T | 79,970)

1. Three Misfits in New York (T | 25/25 | 68,543) After Gerard beat up Stiles, the Sheriff doesn't believe his son's lies anymore. He demands answers and along the way mends his fragile relationship with his son. While they do their best to make sure that something like Gerard's attack will never happen again, new and unexpected friendships form and Stiles learns that he actually is kind of special. Suddenly it's not Scott by his side but Lydia and Derek, something he wouldn't have dared dreaming about in his wildest fantasies. Coupled with a surprise trip to New York and meeting an Avenger or five, life is bound to change drastically for the three misfits and their families. 2. A Misfit Working Holiday in New York (NR | 4/? | 11,427) Despite the looming threat of the Alpha pack, Stiles, Lydia, and Derek stay in New York to explore a possible alliance with SHIELD and further their new friendships. While there, new opportunities arise and they find themselves immersed much more in secret dealings than they could have anticipated. Not all of it is good, but the things that are good are beyond amazing for the disillusioned, hurt friends. Short though the working holiday may be, time well spent with incredible people allows each of them to grow beyond the hurt feelings and anger and discover not only what is really important but also their true potential.

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A Similar String by snarkatthemoon (M | 14/14 | 118,250)

Strong bonds made for a strong pack, and he needed a strong pack.

They spent a long time in silence, Derek thinking hard about how he was going to cement the bonds. It needed to be done, and not just because they had the threat of the witch hanging over them, but for the good of the pack.

It felt like hours had passed by the time he came around; he had been so deep in his thoughts that he hadn’t noticed Stiles moving around on the couch so that his head was resting on Derek’s thigh, his long legs hanging over the arm on the far end.

He wasn’t sleeping, but his eyes were closed and his heartbeat wasn’t as fast as it usually was, as if he was just on the edge of sleep. It should have felt weird, having Stiles in such close contact, but Derek found that it really didn’t feel weird at all. His head was a comforting weight in Derek’s lap, another anchor tethering him and keeping him calm and in control.

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Or, the one where Derek meets a witch, gets his betas back, and seemingly develops a sense of humour. Also, Stiles is totally magic, manages to accidentally join a werewolf pack, and asks too many goddamn questions. What could possibly go wrong?

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Kings of the Moonlight by thelogicoftaste (E | 25/25 | 148,854)

Derek is the newly single father to his only son, Isaac Argent Hale, and he finds himself having to move back to his home town of Beacon Hills to escape the insanity of his ex. It's in the middle of all this upheaval, the crazy mess that his life has become that he meets Stiles. Crazy, beautiful Stiles.

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[leahnardo-da-veggie]

Introductions (2.1.1)

About me:

↪ Leah, she/her/any pronouns

↪ In my early 20s

↪ Reader, writer, sometime animator and artist

↪ Big cannibalism fan. Huge, really ;)

↪ Been doing martial arts for over a decade

↪Fan of CJ Cherryh

↪I reblog stuff from @leahpardo-pa-potato

My writing:

↪ Generally horror, with sides of fantasy

↪Posted in regular chunks of 500-1k words

↪I love tag games, esp OC ones :)

↪I do mini-series, one-shots, and novels

↪I will love you forever if you send me an ask

↪See my full list of one-shots here and my longer pieces below

My art and animation:

↪Masterpost here

↪Mostly blender 3d animations, though I do a bit of drawing too

↪ Don't expect it quite as often as my writing ;)

↪Just interact here to join the taglist!

WIPs / Longer stories

The Unwanted Visitor: (Completed)

Aida's house has been haunted by a spirit for as long as she can remember. Thing is, she's grown used to her Unwanted Visitor (or Vis, as she likes to call him). So when exorcists come after him, she does what any sane person would: protect her brother friend.

↪ Urban fantasy-comedy, very light-hearted

↪A lot of found family and sibling squabbling

↪If you like teens causing chaos, this is for you!

↪Final bit here

A Perfectly Normal Schoolgirl: (Completed)

All Katherine wants is to eat mortal food, bask in the warmth, and be a normal schoolgirl. But when a boy begs her to help him save her parents, she finds herself fighting for her (and his) life once more.

↪Urban fantasy with a side of horror

↪ Basically an inversion of a bunch of tropes

↪My attempt at writing fantasy without mentioning magic by name

↪Full thing here

Convenience Store Vampire: (Completed)

You'd expect vampires to be imposing and terrifying, masters of the night and princes of darkness. But that's not Davie, no siree. He's stuck down by Sunny Mart, working all day to scrape by. The last thing he wants is any trouble. Unfortunately for him, that's exactly what he's getting.

↪Silly urban fantasy shenanigans

↪ What it says on the tin + slice of life

↪Full thing here

A Tale for A Mouse: (Completed)

Who doesn't like to listen to evil old dark lords monologue about their childhood? Take a seat and come hear the story of the Spirit Emperor, as told by the man himself!

↪Cannibalism. Lots of it. World building too :D

↪High fantasy told via monologue

↪I cannot stress how proud I am of this.

↪Full thing here

Fast Food:

An embarrassment to his entire tribe, Hash is lazy and uninterested in anything. So, when he reaches majority, he gets unceremoniously booted out of home. Follow his adventures through Triworld, as he somehow ends up in every single single conflict across the continent.

↪High fantasy with a side of humour

↪Very heavy Lore™ and Worldbuilding™

↪ My excuse to ramble about fictional history

↪Latest bit here :)

A Tale of Love, Death, and Maggots:

Doc's been wandering through hell for a good twenty years, now. He thought he'd seen it all. He thought he'd felt it all. He thought he'd lost it all. But it turns out love just has a way of crawling back into his chest and breaking his heart again.

↪ Tragedy, fantasy?, horror?, Idk it's a weird little thing

↪I hope you like death because this sure has a lot of it

↪Latest bit here and here's a moodboard of it

Lich-Queen (Completed):

Iraela has all but won: the King of Ceredell and his bride are gone, the cities fallen to her army of undead, and the way to the throne cleared for her. But her coronation, and her sanity threaten to fall apart under the weight of duty. Can she hold it together until she truly becomes Lich-Queen?

↪High, dark fantasy with some horror and gore

↪Watch Ira slowly lose her mind in real-time

↪If you like cannibalism, you'll love this

↪Full thing here

The Novel™ (Mind of a Mercenary):

Luna, Terror of Garvenoi, mind-mage extraordinaire, has been caught at last. Whilst everyone celebrates, she is given an ultimatum: Be an indentured hunter for the government, or die. But when she signs on with them, she finds that perhaps death might have been a better choice...

↪ Urban Fantasy set in a Non-Earth world

↪Starring a sassy, mean-girl villain protagonist

↪Enjoy several hundred pages of Luna trying and failing to run from her duties

↪Find snippets here (find the others on my masterlist of writing)

Finally, my taglist! If you interacted with this post/already asked me to add you, and you don't see yourself here, please remind me! I may have accidentally missed you :')

Oh pls kill me I felt so silly doing this- Anyways bye guys hope to see y'all around don't judge me for this

[wheneverfeasible]

🧠🪱Wiggly Wednesday🪱🧠

Thank you for the tags @scoops-aboy86 and @endlessmusings1801!

Okay so hear me out. This was a worm I’ve been thinking about lately, which is bizarre, because it isn’t inherently Steddie…

But we get all kinds of fics of if Eddie and/or Robin were pulled into things earlier than their seasons. But…

What if Tommy and Carol were pulled into things with Steve? Like, picture it…

Instead of ditching Steve after his fight with Jonathan, Steve and Tommy and Carol hash it out a bit more, get into a bigger argument maybe even, and maybe they do separate for a bit. But then they’re still friends, so maybe they huff and puff about it but they talk things out too. Maybe Steve even gets to somewhat convince them that they should all apologize, even if Tommy and Carol don’t really want to or care all that much.

So all three of them go to do so, and all three of them see the demogorgon, and all three of them have that life altering paradigm shift. Maybe Carol and Tommy don’t change completely, at least not immediately, but they’re forced to confront that there’s more than just high school popularity contests, and maybe they become just that little bit of better people.

Maybe Carol and Nancy have a genuine talk, genuinely open up to each other, and no one can ever replace Barb of course, but it’s nice to have another female friend, even if they’re pretty much polar opposites.

Tommy isn’t fond of Jonathan at all, because demogorgon aside, it was creep behavior taking photos of them like that. Tommy helps pitch in to get Jonathan his new camera though, because he egged on Steve’s insecurities (brought on by the fact that Steve’s dad has cheated on his mom so he’s really sensitive to potential cheating in partners) and he guesses he’s partly to blame. He rolls his eyes about it, but Steve is happy he has his friend beside him still.

Tommy and Carol don’t really take to the kids much, but Carol does secretly enjoy getting into bitching sessions with Mike, and later Erica.

When Billy shows up, maybe Tommy and Carol start backsliding. Maybe they have to have a big blowup. Maybe they aren’t there when Steve gets dragged in helping Dustin, at least not immediately, but maybe they hear about Steve dealing with that without them because they chose Billy and they just…they…

They can’t believe they left Steve to deal with that horror by himself. They feel guilty and terrible and they tell Billy off. They can’t believe they chose some stupid popularity that doesn’t even matter over the guy that literally went to bat for them. They’re at the end with him, apologizing for not being there before, and they become even better people.

They come around to lovingly tease Steve at his job at Scoops, wheedling free ice cream out of him. And who knows, maybe telling Billy off changes the third season, maybe them being there, better people and supportive of Steve changes things, maybe the three of them can even change Billy to an extent. Maybe, Steve and Tommy and Carol and Billy hashing it all out and coming to terms with the toxicity of high school and judgemental parents and a society that believes you need to be a certain way to matter…maybe it changes things for the better.

Idk. I’ve just always wondered how things would have gone if Tommy and Carol had been exposed to the truth the first season.

And then blah blah blah, Steve and Eddie eventually fuck about it. Because I am nothing if not a Steddie truther in everything. And who knows…maybe Robin and Carol fuck about it also 😏

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Hostage tag: @derythcorvinus

Co-Hostage tag for this: @katyawriteswhump

No pressure participation tag: @stervrucht (I know you’ve been tagged already but lmao I’m tagging YOU first this time anyways lmaoooo) @fkinkindagauche @steddiecameraroll @henderdads @queenie-ofthe-void

[emepe]

— Pairing: Eren x Reader, friends to lovers

— General info: series, 18+, modern AU, serial killer AU, smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

— Summary: Fate is a tricky thing. Certain situations can’t be avoided as much as certain people’s lives can’t be kept from intertwining. With a serial killer on the loose, and unexpected relationships blooming, how will the universe intervene?

— Chapter summary: A perfect morning with the perfect guy with plans for the perfect life together.

— Content warnings: slightly nsfw, mention of unprotected sex.

— Notes: Welcome back to TV Friday! Please read the notes at the end for an important notice. Don’t be shy to stop by my ask box <3 If anyone else would like to be added to the tag list, lmk. Happy reading!

Links: Read on AO3 | Chapter guide | Masterlist

the thing about perfection

Eren Jaeger has always had a perfect life. He was born to two loving parents with high-paying jobs that provided him with a lovely home, delicious food, fun trips, and any education he craved. 

He had the perfect mix of genes, too. He grew up to be handsome, smart, and kind. He bagged a job he loved straight out of graduating and his parents helped him get his first apartment, one that others could only dream of living in had they not been born into a life of penny-pinching.

Everything was laid out for him to take as he pleased. It's a good thing he was never overly ambitious. 

The only time things were rough was when his father passed, but even then he coped in healthy ways and barely felt the stumble, thanks to his loving mother and tight-knit friends.

Everything had always been perfect, even now as he wakes up in his spacious apartment, to the sleeping face of his beautiful girlfriend, who only has a few minutes before her alarm begs her to wake. 

“Good morning, baby,” he murmurs when you start stirring under the sheets at the first ring of your alarm. 

He smiles when your hold on his waist only tightens, his daily reminder of how much you struggle with being pulled away from his perfect, warm self. He chuckles softly, granting you your usual ten minutes of extra bed time as his hand gently massages your scalp and he presses a kiss to your forehead.

When you finally look up at him, you're wearing a lazy smile, that beautiful lazy smile that only makes him fall deeper in love and drives his heart into a craze.

He kisses you once, twice, then again, and again, and again. Until soon enough, you're fully naked under the sheets, making love and voicing each other's names in breathless saccharine tones. 

It's enough to make you run a few minutes behind on your schedule. But it doesn't matter, you figure you can be late to work at least once. So while Eren heads to the kitchen to make you breakfast after wiping you clean of his cum, you get changed and take your daily pill. 

“What's all this?” you ask once you take a seat at the bar.

There's a spread of fruit, pancakes, hash browns, eggs, bacon, bread and jams. It's a lot, even for the two of you.

He shrugs.

“I just wanna make this day special from start to finish.”

You give him a weird look as you slowly chew on a strawberry.

“What?” he innocently asks. “Five months is a big deal to me.” 

You smile. 

“Every month is a big deal to you,” you tease.

He laughs.

“Okay, fine. Make fun of me all you want. But can you blame me?” he asks as he rounds the bar. You instinctively let him settle between your thighs, ignoring the creases it inflicts on the skirt of your dress. “I'm a man in love.”

You giggle as he brushes his nose against yours and he mirrors your smile before pressing his lips to yours.

“You're so cheesy,” you grin as he pulls back. 

“Maybe so, but you're never getting rid of me.”

You laugh as you help yourself to a hash brown. 

“I never said I wanted to.” 

You take a bite of your hash brown, your face instantly lighting up at the crispy texture and flavor. You give Eren an enthusiastic thumbs-up before sampling everything in front of you.

Eren adores watching you. It fills a cavity in his chest he hadn't known was there until he met you, and it swells him with pride to know he's had a hand in making you happy.

His smile slowly fades into a more serious expression as he watches your delighted reactions to the scrambled eggs cooked to perfection. 

He brings a hand to your hair, playing with the locks between two fingers. 

“I'm so fucking in love with you,” he murmurs.

“Yeah?” you smile.

He nods as you turn to him once more, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him closer.

“No doubt about it. I'm crazy about you.”

“How much?” you tease. 

He pecks the corner of your mouth.

“I'd die for you.”

Your life has never been perfect. You were born into a broken home with a father who wiped his memory of your existence and a mother who would've preferred you'd never been at all. You struggled and suffered, hurt and stumbled many times. You were deceived and tossed away, beaten in more ways than one by life and the people in it.

The only times things were alright have no place in your memory, except for those that happened after meeting your friends and the first real love of your life in your mid-twenties. A bit of a late start for good things to occur in your life, but well appreciated. 

Now, everything is perfect — as perfect as it's ever gotten for you. Your perfect boyfriend holds your hand as he expertly switches lanes and cruises down the highway to take you to your steady job where you get to gossip with your best friend.

The universe can have favorites sometimes, and it's clear to you that Eren is one of them, as he manages to catch every green light on the way to your office building to get you on time. 

It's a popular theory that you attract what you need, so perhaps it's a good thing you found Eren. It's thanks to him that you get to stand in the glow of his good fortune. 

The late March air is crisp and fresh on your face, complemented by the warmth and sweet smell of spring that swoops in through the open windows of Eren's car. 

When he pulls up to your office, you bid him goodbye with a kiss and a promise to see each other that evening to celebrate your five months together over dinner.

“And I have a surprise for you,” he murmurs against your lips, causing you to pull back and raise a suspicious eyebrow. “Well, it's more like news, and of course, I want your opinion, but…” he trails off with a shrug.

“Are you pregnant or something?”

He chuckles, shaking his head.

“No, not that. But it's really good stuff. You'll love it, I swear.” 

You hum in contemplation before pressing a kiss to his cheek and hooking your bag in the crook of your elbow.

“I'll see you later, then. I love you.”

He smiles as he watches you get out of the car and shut the door. 

“I love you. I'll be back at six.”

He spares a moment to watch you leave, waving goodbye when you look back after walking a few steps, as you always do, with a big smile on your face and your eyes crinkled in joy.

After you disappear through the revolving doors, he leaves.

The coffee shop is quieter than usual as the early afternoon weather wavers between cool and warm, making loyal customers debate between picking from the cold menu or the hot one. 

You sip on your iced tea enthusiastically, much so that Armin watches you with amusement through the long pauses in your conversation for you to satiate your thirst. 

“Oh, wow,” you sigh after finishing off your drink with a loud slurp. “That's the best iced tea I've ever had.”

You feel the tea refreshing your stomach as you lean back into your chair.

“I can tell,” Armin chuckles as he stirs the ice of his coffee with the straw. 

“What were you saying?” you ask, simultaneously trying to recall where your conversation left off. 

“We were talking about your plans for tonight. Congratulations on your five months, by the way.” 

You smile appreciatively. 

“Oh, right. And thank you. Eren's making dinner for me and, apparently, he has some news to share that he wants my opinion on.”

“Sounds fishy,” Armin murmurs, to which you giggle. 

“He said it's good,” you reply with a shrug. “I'm excited either way.” 

“I can see that, too,” Armin smiles. “You're practically glowing.”

Your face warms as a nervous giggle sputters from your lips. 

“It's just… gosh, he's so great.”

You smile to yourself, your happy expression finding itself mirrored across Armin's features, as well.

“Would it be cheesy if I tell you how in love I am?” 

“It'd be cruel considering I don't have a girlfriend of my own to be cheesy about,” Armin mutters with feigned annoyance. 

“Aw,” you pout. “So much for being Cupid.”

He laughs.

“I know, right?”

“Don't worry, you'll find someone.”

“That's what people who date always tell their single friends so they don't kill themselves,” he deadpans, to which you laugh in return. 

He sighs dramatically.

“It's my own fault for focusing my romantic abilities on getting other people together. I could've been married by now.”

A sympathetic smile finds its way to your face.

“Well, you're a total catch. Maybe you'll meet someone at the big Jeankasa wedding.”

His face lights up with renewed optimism.

“Or yours and Eren's, even.” 

He grins slyly when he notices your efforts to suppress a smile.

“Oh, I don't know if we're there yet. There's still a lot more to experience, I think.”

Armin's brow furrows slightly.

If there's one thing he knows about his best friend, it's that he's not one to date for fun. And considering how adamant you were about not getting involved with someone, to now being the most thrilled when it comes to the mere mention of Eren's name, it's hard to imagine formalities haven't been discussed.

“You guys haven't talked about it?” 

You shrug.

“A couple times,” you bashfully reply. “I mean, not a wedding, specifically. Just… the future, you know? Moving in together has been on the table before. I try not to get too excited but… it's hard. And I don't really want to picture myself with anyone else. They just wouldn't compare to him.”

Armin nods, his lips perked into a small smile at your shyness as he takes a sip of his coffee. 

“I guess,” you murmur pensively. Armin lowers his glass and raises his eyebrows in attention. “If Eren wants to… I'd say yes to anything.”

The walk back to the office is littered with jokes and cheerful banter, as well as the usual bitter remarks from having to return to work. 

But it's odd. It's been a while since you've felt genuine dread for anything. It's as if the past few months have converted you into a more accurate portrait of the girl with a colorful apartment, and you're almost certain you can pinpoint the start of these refreshing times. It's been about five months. 

Armin treads to his side of the floor once outside of the elevator, raising his palm as a goodbye before turning on his heel.

You smile to yourself as you head back to your desk, quietly humming a cheerful tune without any real structure.

It's not until a coworker sitting at their cubicle a few feet away opens the Tupperware container to have lunch at their desk while continuing to juggle their workload that the light drains from your face. 

The smell of their food wafts in your direction, spurring an unpleasant feeling that bubbles from your stomach and crawls up your throat. 

Strange, you think. 

It's not as if there are rotten tones to your coworker’s lunch, or that it's especially pungent, and yet you're having a hard time trying to ignore it. 

You stand from your desk, walking with as much composure as you can manage to the restroom. But once you're in the privacy of a stall, you've no power to stop your stomach from turning inside out.

“Now, just cover with the lid and let it simmer,” Carla's voice echoes in the kitchen from where Eren's phone is propped against the toaster. 

“Should I do the asparagus next?” Eren calls out as he follows his mother's instructions for her bolognese recipe. 

He could've easily looked one up on the internet, but he's been adamant about using the exact recipes for your favorite dishes from the time you've been together, or at least the best he can manage to recreate on his own. Perhaps he was going a bit overboard, but it's not like he cares. Five might not seem as much of a milestone as other numbers, and it's true Eren made a big deal of every month you've spent together, but this one had to be perfect.

At the risk of having time claw at his feet, he left the grocery shopping for this morning, so you couldn't figure out his plans. He made sure to carefully stash the evidence of his big surprise; wiped the relevant search history on his computer, and tucked the pictures and messages with the real estate agent behind a code. 

He's been sneaking looks at the photos all day. An apartment that perfectly matches the cozy vibes from your place and the space and luxury from his. A place he can clearly imagine being decorated with pastel colors, ceramic figurines, books, and hand-made blankets with little effort.

He knows you'll say yes this time, and he knows you'll be especially thrilled to find out he found the perfect pink bathtub to switch out the plain white ceramic one that comes with the place he's been secretly viewing for two weeks. 

Living with you has been on his mind for months. It wasn't until he found the very apartment he's planning to show you in a few hours that he felt overwhelmed with relief — as if things were falling into place. His willpower has been working overtime to make sure he doesn't jump the gun before tonight. And yet he couldn't help from acting extra giddy for the past two weeks. It's a miracle you haven't caught on.

“I think you can leave those until the end. Those are done in twenty, hon.” 

Eren nods along to his mother's instructions as he tackles on another load of dirty dishes. He glances at the time on his screen while scrubbing, exchanging a smile with Carla as he scrubs a pan. 

“Did you see the photos I sent you?” Eren grins.

“The place is incredible,” Carla gushes. “She'll be over the moon.”

“Thanks for calling about the bathtub, by the way,” Eren blushes. Had it not been for Carla and her connections, he wouldn't have gotten his hands on the last standing unit of the discontinued pink bathtub model from the poolhouse. 

“No problem, hon. Keith owed me one.” 

She watches her son as he gingerly stacks a pot on the drying rack beside him before patting his hands dry with a tea towel. 

“Can I see the ring?” Carla asks.

“What?” 

Eren's eyes widen, though it's hard to tell if it's in surprise or confusion. His reaction causes Carla to nervously laugh.

“You're proposing, right?” she asks, though her voice wavers the slightest bit, reflecting her nerves from possibly speaking out of line. 

In any case, Eren is always open to share parts of his life with his mother, but she's never been one to speak out on her suspicions first, always granting him the opportunity to come forward on his own.

Eren knows how much Carla adores you. Their weekly call time has been sliced by half to chat with you, too. So perhaps it's her excitement over Eren's meticulous planning for a special night with the girl he's called the first real love of his life that's driven her to imagine bigger plans behind the scenes. 

He knows his mother well, so he can only shyly laugh at her assumptions before clarifying.

“I'm not proposing yet, mom. I'm just asking her to move in with me,” he smiles. 

Carla could've reacted in embarrassment had her ears not zeroed in on the word ‘yet’. 

So she only nods, her mouth forming an ‘ah’ shape. 

“Okay, okay. I get it now. My god, I thought tonight was the night… but not tonight… not yet… I see.”

She slyly eyes Eren through the screen, to which he sputters an embarrassed laugh.

“Mom,” he partially whines. 

The corners of her eyes crinkle in amusement. 

“Oh, come on! She's an amazing girl and anyone can see how much you love each other. Don't tell me you haven't thought about it.” 

She narrows her eyes, prepared to scold him if he says anything that doesn't align with her wish to have you join the family. 

“We've talked about… stuff.” Eren blushes profusely at the end, which only causes Carla's giddiness to skyrocket. Her image on the screen is more of a girl friend squealing over crushes than that of a mother conversing with her son. 

“Mom,” Eren whines again, though his lips curve into a grin. “Relax. We've got a long way to go. Moving in is just… it makes sense for us, right now.” He smiles. “And we're taking things slow, okay? Give me a few more months and I'll call you from Vegas.”

“Eren Jaeger, if you elope, I swear–”

She's cut off by Eren's laughter. 

“Relax,” he repeats, holding his hands up in defense as if Carla could slap him through the screen. “But to keep you at ease… it's in our plans. Just give us time.” 

It's been seven minutes since you've stepped back into your office building, and ten since you stepped out of it the first time, only to not spot Eren's car waiting for you. 

It's unlike him to be late unless he's behind on work. But as far as you know, he asked for a couple days off, so it wouldn't make sense to say that's it. 

The building is empty, save for the security guard who's doing a final sweep of the floors before locking up. It's only a matter of minutes before they return to find you back inside the lobby. 

You pull out your phone from your jacket pocket. No missed calls, no new messages. 

It's been twelve minutes now.

You press the call button beside Eren's name and press the phone to your ear. 

The line is busy. 

Frowning, you try again. 

He picks up on the first ring. A breath of relief escapes your lips when you hear his voice.

“I know, I know. I lost track of time. I'm on my way, don't worry,” Eren's strained voice comes through your phone's speaker as you can only assume he's rushing around his apartment in search of his essentials for going out. 

You smile sympathetically as you adjust the strap of your bag on your shoulder. With a quick glance at the time, and seeing that the security guard is already stepping into the lobby once more, twirling the keys around on finger, you decide to relieve Eren of his self-imposed duty.

“Relax, it's okay. Just stay there, I'll take the bus,” you reply with nonchalance.

You sense a bit of hesitation on his end. On the other side of the line, Eren is torn between finishing up dinner or going to pick you up. He still hasn't showered, and it would break the flow of the evening if he disappeared to do so after bringing you home to the spread he's so close to completing. The oven timer still has a handful of minutes to go and it's messing with his rationality. 

“Eren?” 

Your voice grounds him.

“I can be there in fifteen. I just gotta… um… finish something here and…” 

You smile. He can't see it, but he hears it in your voice when you reply.

“It's fine, really. I can catch the next bus,” you reassure him, glancing at your watch and mentally calculating the minutes you have to reach the bus stop. “Just stay there.”

A few seconds go by before Eren speaks again, still in limbo for his decision. 

“You got your taser on you?” 

You smile, already knowing he would ask that, and you pat the device over your jacket pocket as if he could see you. 

“Of course.”

He sighs, but gives in. 

“Okay, but call me when you're close, yeah?”

You agree as you begin walking in direction to the bus stop. 

Your hand fiddles nervously with the strap of your bag as you hear more rustling on his end, likely made by his jacket which you can imagine being thrown back onto the sofa before he returns to whatever it was that kept him busy before your call. 

“Eren?” 

“Yeah?”

“Remember this morning? When you said you had news?”

You can hear Eren's smile in his hummed reply as a timer goes off faintly in the background, which he hurries to stop. The beeping ceases and you giggle to yourself as you start to piece together what's going on.

You decide to play the oblivious card anyway as you finish walking the first of four blocks to the bus stop. 

“Sorry,” Eren murmurs. “You were saying?”

A fluttering sensation stirs in your stomach as you take a deep breath. Your voice comes out as soft as always, but with a tinge of shyness that only Eren can pick up on. 

“Just… I have something I want to tell you, too.” 

Eren doesn't know why, but your measured words cause his entire body to warm. 

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” you murmur, gently chewing on your bottom lip as you hug your jacket tighter around your stomach. “I'll tell you when I get there okay?” 

He smiles.

“Okay.”

“I love you. I really, really love you, Eren Jaeger.”

An airy laugh comes through the speaker as he voices your full name in the same loving manner.

“I love you more. I really, really love you.”

“I'll see you soon.”

It's been fifteen minutes since Eren got out of the shower, twenty-five since he finished fixing dinner, and thirty-three since your call ended. 

You should be walking through the door any minute. 

Eren lights the candles at the center of the table, humming a nonsensical tune to himself as his giddiness only amplifies and he can practically hear you jiggling your key in the door, swinging it open to his carefully crafted romantic view. 

There's a low, square gift box at your end of the table, tied with a satin ribbon, guarding print copies of the photos from an apartment you'll meet the next day. He can picture you looking up at him in confusion and he'll be wearing the biggest smile on his face and the sweatiest hands when he asks you to live together.

He sits down, pulling out his phone to swipe through the copies of the photos on his phone one last time. With each picture of an empty space, he can vividly imagine where your books would go, where he'll place the sofa that he'll tackle you with kisses on, the kitchen where you'll watch him cook and he'll watch you bake, the window where you'll sit, curled into a blanket in the winter with a mug of tea nursed in your hands. 

His heart beats erratically at his own imagination. 

He taps on his messages, checking for any indication that you might be close. But perhaps it's better if you don't get distracted by texting or calling him. And it makes for the most pleasant butterflies to stir even wilder in his stomach at the anticipation. 

He sets his phone down, tapping anxiously on the table. 

Any minute, you'll be there. Any minute, you'll see the photos. Any minute, he'll kiss you and tell you how much he loves you. Any minute, you'll be over the moon, jumping up to join his daydreams on how to fill the place you'll share. Any minute now, things will fall into place and life will be perfect.

Any minute now. Any minute.

On a relatively quiet alley, at the half point between an office building and a bus stop, where nobody has shown concern to surveil, a broken angel wing cast in silver lays on the ground.

It's too small and too far to catch the light from the street lamp on the main street, but it lies there, hidden in shadows, broken and dirty, its original perfectly crafted form lost forever. 

But the thing about perfection is that it doesn’t truly exist.

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[tomatoswup]

"Can I get a-"

summary: Hi! Welcome to McDonald's! How may I take your order?

warnings/tags: crack!fic, legit just a crack fic, or aCTUALLY A CRACK!DRABBLE☝️☝️ mcdonalds propaganda, big breakfast and hash brown advocation, poor vash trying to work on a normal day, knives fist fighting a customer waffle house style, reader just wants their breakfast ;(

A/N: ....do i have to explain why i wrote this.....i found the whole mcdonalds au one of the funniest things the fandom could've come up with...it wasn't just a need it was a NECESSITY :D

"Order number 32!"

Ah yes, McDonalds at 7 in the morning, the beeps of the orders coming in, the beeping of the machines, and the bustling talking of the customers either sitting and eating or waiting for their orders.

McDonalds was a true staple of cryptic shopping for hunger.

But you could never get enough of their big breakfast and hashbrowns. And like a zombie, sometimes you found yourself in line some mornings before work.

But this morning seemed a bit...off.

"YOU'RE BURNING THE THE FUCKING HASHBROWNS WOLFWOOD!"

"NO I'M NOT!"

You couldn't help but watch a pancake fly in the air as you made your way to the counter. There, you were met with a kind faced worker, a cute one too! Peeking at his name plate that read "Vash", you gave him a soft smile, still feeling a bit tired.

"Hi! How can I help you?" He asked, returning the smile, the McDonalds hat on his head pushing down the tufts of blonde spikes of his, peeking under the hat.

But why was he wearing glasses? It was practically still dark outside...

"Hi, can I get a-"

"EXCUSE ME! WHY DID I NOT GET ANY LARGE FRIES!" Turning your attention to one of the customers right by you, both Vash and you jumped at the sudden slam of a receipt onto the counter to one of the other workers behind it.

A more pale, blonde man stood there, giving the rude customer one of the most stankiest faces you never thought some one could ever give.

If looks could kill, this man definitely could. He looked like he was about to jump over the counter and pounce on the man with the energy he was giving out.

Waffle House style.

"Err, sorry 'bout that.."Vash sweatdropped before looking back at you "What did you want to order?"

"Can I get uh-"

"JESUS FUCK MERYL DO YOU KNOW HOW TO FLIP A SAUSAGE?"

"WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME!? I'VE BEEN WORKING HERE FOR 2 YEARS! YOU'RE THE NEW ONE!"

You took a step back when suddenly, you saw a flash of yellow flying towards the both of you.

WAS THAT AN EGG??

Oh fuc- "FUCK!" You shouted as you ducked, wait did you say duck? Or did you say fuck?

Looking back up, you saw pieces of egg hanging off the back of Vash's head as you put a hand over your mouth.

Oh noo...

"I'm so sorry-"

You got back up on your feet and leaned over to brush off the egg pieces from the back of Vash's head.

"And I thought today was gonna be a normal morning..." Vash exhaustingly sighed.

Suddenly, you heard a scuffle behind you, chairs moving and things toppling over.

What was going on!

Turning around, you watched as Nai fist fought the customer, chairs flying everywhere as Nai tackled the man into a table.

"HEY HEY KNIVES IS FIGHTING!!" You heard someone scream from the back before the influx of McDonalds workers came running from behind the counter, jumping over or going through the door entrance to aid him.

"GET HIS ASS KNIVES!"

"GET HIM OFF!"

"Oh we're getting sued..."

You couldn't help but just watch on, mouth agape at what just happened in the matter of 1 hour, before looking back at Vash, who kept his place behind the register, covering his face with his hands in embarrassment.

"I'm so so sorry...Honestly, I can give you a free apple pie because of all this..." He apologized, shoulders drooping down.

"Oh um, it's okay, really." You couldn't help but chuckle "Rough morning huh?"

Maybe you should come back another day.

...At least the cashier was cute..

[thetoaddaddy]

Monster Prompt List

Helloooooo friends! Here I drop a list for this year for monster things. Starting off a little early to have enough time to write and embrace the fall mood without cramming it all into one very spooky month. Last year I think I think I kinda burnt out 😔 so extra time for us all this year for spooky (and horny if you so choose)!

Rules: Can be a starter or a drabble. I can send it to you however you want. An @ post, ask, send it to you on disco. You can send your preferences how ever you want. Reblog this, send me an ask, dm. Just pick a monster and a setting! My muse can be the monster or your muse can. Can be NSFW or not. Just be clear af about what you want.

If you want to opt out, totally fine! If you want to avoid being spammed with the list than block the tag #silvers monster list

Muse will be subjected to certain physical changes depending on monster.

Monster List:

Vampire: Pointy teeth, ashen/pale

Werewolf: Human form normal, usually wolf form is big and scary humanoid

Dragon: Usually has a human form with some dragon like aspects if so desired(wings and horns). Or can be totally human with the faint hint like oblong pupils and sharp teef

Incubus/Demon: smol horns and little tail when low level. Big scary horns and long whip like tail when higher level

Merperson/Siren/Oceanid: Dealers Choice if they got the fish tail or are more like the og, which are beautiful human formed nymphs who lure unsuspecting souls to the water

Kitsune: Fox sprites. Known for their mischievous nature and trickery. But they can also be contracted to corrupted souls as a guide/servant of sorts. Usually have fox ears and tail in human form.

Cryptid: idk make them spooky and weird. Mix them with an animal or two into a corrupted form

Oni: big scary ogre monster. One to three horned. Good for size difference stuff.

Dryad/Nymph: human like forest sprites that are tied to nature. Dryad more tied to a certain tree. They’re supposed to be drop dead irresistible and to harm their home would harm them

Fairy: up to you if ur thinking fun sized or not. Some fae/fairy lore has them usually as human like with some odd aura about them and have a trait of some sort. Like dream weaving or influencing the mind

Witch/Wizard: a person of magical abilities

Elf: the sexy kind not the keebler kind. With the long pointy ears and long beautiful lines in their designs.

Chimera of some kind: idk if muse has a second form or some kind of transformation incorporate something spooky or different to monsterfy it.

Free card: request a monster not on the list. So long as they can still communicate in some way.

Settings:

In universe

Modern

Feudal fantasy

Lab/Containment

Location inspired by said monster like European medieval fantasy or greek mythos

Other medias/Universes

Finally:

Yes you’re totally welcome to hmu where we can talk details if you’re unsure where to start. I’m a monster banger expert 😎

I left it pretty sfw on here just to not spam you a list of porny things but if you want more you know I’m down for more. Any kind of crazy fun thing that comes with monster boinking will be present so let’s hash it out however you want and make it happen baddy!

Just follow my blog rules. Thats the only condition. Go crazy otherwise.

No limited slots or a one and done. If you want a couple of different prompts that’s totally fine too. But to avoid congestion where you request a bunch at the same time and I can’t work down a list of people I would greatly appreciate if you wait until I post your first request before you ask for another. Ok love you.

[sushiwriterhere]

there you are

summary: "It struck you that you wanted Bradley there, that you wanted him to walk into your shared ensuite and see how desperate you were to indulge his fantasy that this entire time, had also been yours."  rating: explicit (18+ mdni) pairing: bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x f!reader word count: 6k (this got away from me) warnings: anal (Bradley Bradshaw is an ass man, protected), reader is tipsy/drunk and rooster is sober at one point (both consent!!), oral (f receiving), PiV (unprotected, wrap before you tap irl), nudes are sent, butt plugs, anal fingering, no use of y/n.  notes: im very nervous to post this but hoping you all enjoy as much as the first one :,) this all is now its own series/universe, and i'm happy to take requests/asks about these two :) pls let me know what you think!!! my other works are here tagging: @sebsxphia @roosterbruiser @waklman @joaquinwhorres @gretagerwigsmuse - pls let me know if you'd like to be added/removed!

read coming home to you

You weren’t sure how to bring it up to him, but you knew that there were things Bradley was holding back from you. Not in a secretive sense, just in the way that you could tell there were things he wanted that he wasn’t sure how to express.

The way you and Bradley had come together made you believe that he would tell you eventually–he always did. He told you about his mom, about Goose, about the fear in his heart that he might’ve lost Mav too. He told you about how he secretly admired Hangman and that once, just once, they’d gotten absolutely piss drunk together and hashed shit out. 

He leaned on you after long days of training and supported you after your hard days at work. It felt right with him. 

But you could tell that he was holding back sometimes. To be specific, it was during sex. 

Sometimes, when he had you bent over something and was about to press into you, he’d freeze momentarily. There would be a beat of silence, him just holding you open so that he could see everything from that angle, and you could tell he was thinking about pressing into your ass. He never went for it though, and the moment always broke. 

To be honest, you hated the idea of and jokes about anal as a gift. All the stupid memes about birthday gifts and anniversary surprises—they made you feel oddly dirty, and not in a good way. Like your desires were to be held inside until they were for someone else’s pleasure. That you were a sexual object above all and things like that could not be desired out of your own will.  

Bradley never made you feel like that. You’d had previous boyfriends and hook ups too self involved to focus on you, one even went so far as to try and claim you were lying about not finishing. But Bradley never did. Bradley always indulged you, always tried anything once unless he really didn’t want to, never made you feel like an object. 

You’d known he was different from the start, but what had well and truly solidified it was a night a few months back. Bradley and the rest of the Dagger Crew were doing their usual Friday night at the Hard Deck, and you didn’t always tag along but that night you wanted to be surrounded by people, by friends. It had been a long week—trouble at work, a fight with your mom, and too little time spent with your boyfriend during waking hours.

White wine was your poison of choice that night, not really caring that the Hard Deck was an odd place to be drinking wine. Surrounded by fighter pilots and rowdy pool games, you leaned into Bradley, warmed from the inside by the wine and the outside by his body heat. 

“Are you sure you want another glass?” Bradley was petting your waist gently as you pouted at him, knowing he was right to urge caution but wanting to indulge.

You nodded in a way that was probably a smidge too enthusiastic for his taste. Never a big drinker, you let yourself have a bit of fun on nights like these. Besides, Bradley was staying sober to drive and you suspected he sort of liked you all giggly and needy. 

By the time the night was ending, you were exactly that. He, Phoenix, Bob, and Payback were wrapping up a particularly close game of pool when you felt the sudden need to be with your boyfriend, alone. Never wanting to interrupt his time with friends, you simply let yourself make moon eyes at him. As if he had read your mind, Bradley sank the last ball and announced that you two were heading home for the night.

“Get her home safe, Rooster.” Phoenix was so lovely, it almost made you start crying. Man you really had had too much wine.

You waved enthusiastically as Bradley guided you out of the bar, making sure you were leaning on him, “See you guys later!”

He made sure you were safely buckled before turning on the Bronco, “C’mon little lady, let’s get you home.” 

As you drove back to your place, you couldn’t sit still in the passenger seat. First you were content to just look at him, giddy at the fact that you were finally living together and watching as the streetlights shadowed one part of his face and made the other part glow with that hazy orange color. Then, just sitting wasn’t enough. Scootching as close to the center console as your seatbelt would let you, you leaned on your hand to stare at Bradley.

“Got somethin’ on my face?” He asked, shifting in his seat. “You’ve got a dopey look on your mug.”

You knew he was kidding, but you were wine drunk and simply overwhelmed by how much you loved him. You let your lip turn down just a bit, knowing it would get to him. When he saw the frown threatening to crack your love sick expression, he backpedaled immediately.

“Kidding, kidding, babe. I look at you like that all the time.”

Giggling in response, you clutched his bicep gently, “I know,” You whispered conspiratorially, “Bob told me the other day he had to say your name five times to get your attention because you were staring at a picture of me on your phone.”

At that, Bradley flushed lightly. But by that point you had pulled into the driveway and you were ready to just be close to him. Before he managed to get you, you were out of the car and walking yourself to the front door. 

He barely caught you around the waist before pulling you to his chest in front of the still locked front door. There was something magical in that moment, just feeling how close he was to you, how warm he was, with the ocean and evening bugs as distant background noise.

“Let’s get you inside, okay?”

When you finally made it inside, you let yourself be overtaken by just how much you wanted Bradley. You made grabby hands at him so he would kiss you and he granted you one briefly before kneeling in the entryway to take your shoes off. He always was a romantic at heart. Standing to his full height, he took your face in his hands to kiss you gently. 

Normally you were content to let him press his lips to yours for however long he wanted, but tonight you wanted him, wanted him to let you float as he made you feel good. He didn’t seem at all phased by how needy you were, simply scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to the bedroom.

You landed on the bed with a slight oof, and you watched in tipsy arousal as Bradley stripped himself of his Hawaiian button down and the thin white t-shirt he always wore under. He was a sight to behold, as always. Rather than the neatly cut figure of a body builder, Bradley simply looked strong. The kind of strong that carried you when you’d had too much to drink, the kind that built decks and fixed sinks. 

He leaned over you and brushed your lips together before flipping you over so that you were bent over the edge of the bed. At that angle, you were basically just free hanging, the tips of your toes brushing the floor. It felt nice, honestly, to be at Bradley’s mercy. 

The trust was implicit, you knew he’d take care of you.

He seemed to agree, brushing his fingers down your spine in a way that made you shudder, and kissing down the backs of your thighs and whispering, “I’m gonna take care of you.”

The drag of your panties down your legs seemed to last forever as you panted into the sheets and waited, impatient, for him to finally give you what you wanted. When he finally licked into you, you jerked forward with a strangled moan at the sensation of his tongue flat against your core. 

It was electric every time Bradley ate you out. His frat boy aura was deceiving–Bradley was the first man to make you finish every time you were intimate, even if he didn’t. He prioritized your pleasure in a way that somehow felt both dirty and almost feminist. 

This time was no different. He went down on you like a man starved, drinking down your arousal and the sounds that left your lips like they were the last meal he’d ever have. The way his tongue circled your clit and eventually covered it so he could suck it into his mouth made your eyes roll back in your head. 

You chanted his name as if it was the only word you knew and rocked your hips back into his face. He only encouraged it, his hands coming to rest around the curves of your ass and arching your back just right so he could access all of you with ease. 

The wine was still making you feel loose limbed, all your nerve endings singing with pleasure as your dress, that you realized you hadn’t taken off, created a delicious friction between your nipples and the sheets. The room was filled with your panting and whining intermixed with the sounds of Bradley eating you out. It was making your head spin. 

Your orgasm hit you in a way that stole all the breath from your lungs. It was all you could do to clutch desperately to the sheets in your fists and move your hips against Bradley’s face as he kept up the way his tongue was moving over your clit. You were half aware of the tears sneaking out of the corners of your eyes from how overwhelmed with pleasure you were. 

When you finally came down, for a moment, all you could hear was your own panting as Bradley sat silently behind your spread legs. His thumb dipped into you, collecting your arousal, before moving up, up, up towards your ass. You froze not unlike when one sees a wild animal and tries to not disturb it, body still thrumming with arousal despite your orgasm not even seconds before, just as he reached your other hole. He took your momentary stillness as rejection and clearly changed his mind, and moved it back to where your cum was making a mess of your pussy and the insides of your thighs.

You wanted to whine, to protest even, but it struck you how careful Bradley was. Not that you weren’t a (more than) enthusiastic participant, but he wouldn’t try something new without your vocal and open consent.

So you let him manhandle you gently face up on to the bed, let him pull your sundress off and laugh quietly at you as you covered your chest with a whine when you felt the sudden shock of the cold temperature in the room. Fully stripping, Bradley pressed you into the mattress, covering your body with his so you could feel just how warm he was.

“How are you feeling, babe?” He pulled back to peck you on the nose, a startlingly sweet contrast to the way you could feel just how hard he was against you.

You squirmed happily against the weight of his body, and decided to answer his question a different way, “Want you to fuck me, Bradley.”

The smile that spread over his handsome features made you feel like that first moment when you’d seen him at the Hard Deck, all charm and bravado as he serenaded the room. But even still, it was a look that he saved only for you, so genuine and open. You’d never tell him for fear he might stop, but it made his eyes crinkle slightly unevenly and it endeared you to him even more.

“I can do that,” He breathed against your lips as he tucked one hand around your hips so he could gently turn you over and tuck a pillow under your hips, “Are you okay like this?”

Normally, when more sober, you might’ve had it in you to complain about having to clean the pillow from the mess you’d inevitably make. But in that moment, it made something curl in your chest, the way he could have you basically face-down-ass-up and still be checking in, still making sure you were okay and comfortable. So in response, you simply wiggled your hips at him and whined a bit. 

He gave your ass a playful smack which you attempted to return by swatting behind you aimlessly. The tone turned from lighthearted to downright heady when he got a hold of your wrist and used it as leverage to lay his body down against yours. You could feel his cock sliding between your legs, but just not into you, in the most intoxicating way.

“I’ve been thinking about this since we left for the Hard Deck tonight,” He breathed into your ear, “God, you’re always so wet for me.”

When he finally slid into you, the angle made you feel like you could feel him in your chest. Bradley wasn’t breaking any world records (and you really didn’t need him to), but he always felt like he was made just for you. His thickness stretched your walls enough for the burn to fade into pleasure, and his tip always brushed right up against the spot inside you that made you want to wail. 

As he rocked into you, you let yourself float, consumed by the physical sensations that were overwhelming you. Bradley was still holding one of your hands, the other wrapped around your waist to press into your abdomen. His chest was plastered to your back, a slightly slick feeling of sweat between you as he rocked his hips into you. And god, every time his hips met yours he rubbed up against that spot inside you and you could feel yourself clench around him. 

His pants and moans were all you could hear and you occasionally turned your neck to kiss him messily. It wasn’t about the kiss necessarily, more about needing to feel his lips against yours, no matter how sloppy. 

Unlike your first orgasm, when Bradley had seemed almost desperate to push you over the edge with his tongue and fingers, this one crept up on you with the gentle rocking of his hips. It washed over you and you could distantly hear him cursing under his breath as his thrusts became stunted, him chasing his high. When he came, you relished in the feeling of his warmth filling you, and the way he didn’t stop moving his hips, the stunted motions sending waves of slightly overstimulating pleasure radiating through your body.

Pulling out of you, he untangled your limbs so he could make his way to the bathroom and grab something to clean you up with. You let yourself lay there and feel boneless–content, and taken care of.  

-

After the night that Bradley rimmed you, you figured you’d be the one to take the next step. So that was how you found yourself when he was away at work, scrolling through reviews for the best butt plugs and lube instead of working from home. There was a part of you that thought you should be mortified, that part of you that had gone through abstinence only sex education. 

The other part of you just couldn’t bring yourself to care. There was a point early on in your relationship with Bradley where you’d discussed your upbringing–not sexually liberated but not exactly quite open about it either. He had revealed that Carole had done her best but sex talks weren’t all that common between the two of them. 

Either way, both of you had settled on talking it out. But you wanted to make this step, wanted to make him comfortable after he had clearly been holding out on you.

You had to be slightly sneaky about the online order, and you almost felt bad throughout the next few days about checking through the blinds constantly when the package was supposed to be delivered just to make sure he hadn’t seen. When it did arrive, in a nondescript box with just your mailing address and a random P.O. box return address, you felt relieved.

Despite your agreement, you wanted to figure this first part out for yourself. 

You went into the bathroom, stripping and turning on the shower before locating the bottle of lube you had bought back in your bedroom. You removed the plug from where you had stuffed it at the bottom of your underwear drawer, still in its packaging. Unwrapping it, you took it and the lube into the bathroom.  

Once the water was hot enough, you stepped under the spray. It relaxed you and you could feel the arousal thrumming through your system. It hadn’t really occurred to you just how badly you wanted to try this until you were right on the precipice of it. 

When you were sure you were clean, you squeezed a dollop of lube onto your middle finger and decided to just go for it. The initial push was slightly odd, but you wanted to keep going. It wasn't as good as Bradley’s mouth, that was for sure.

By the time you had worked two fingers into yourself, you had one arm pressed against the wall of the shower for support, and were panting. The sound of you working your fingers into your ass was just barely audible over the water, and it made your chest tighten. Moving your thumb down, you could feel just how aroused you were.

You had never felt so full in your life, and you couldn’t stop the gasps and moans that were leaving your mouth. It struck you that you wanted Bradley there, that you wanted him to walk into your shared ensuite and see how desperate you were to indulge his fantasy that this entire time, had also been yours. 

It took everything left in you to slowly slide to your knees, not slip, and maintain one arm on the wall of the shower. The feelings washing over you were so intense it was close to how Bradley rimming you had felt, but stronger. When you came, the groan that escaped you was unbidden. 

You kneeled there, trembling from the intensity of your orgasm, grateful for the still running water washing away the mess you had made. But, you knew it wasn’t over yet, as you eyed the plug. It seemed to taunt you to keep going. So you did. 

The feeling was odd when you stood, after having worked it into you. You shakily turned off the shower and tried to catch your breath. After tapping your phone, you realized you had around half an hour before Bradley came home and the two of you were supposed to meet up with the rest of the Dagger Squad at the Hard Deck. 

Slowly, a half formed idea came into your head. You didn’t usually send Bradley scandalous pictures of yourself, just because of troubles with past boyfriends, but when you did he was like a little kid on Christmas Day (you preferred FaceTime if you could when he was away for long periods). This honestly felt as good a time as any to do something like that. But you also didn’t want to miss out on seeing everyone.

So, you pulled on Bradley’s favorite thong (he never really said it was his favorite, but the excited puppy-dog eyes he gave you whenever you wore it said differently). You could feel the heat rush to your face and flush your chest and neck as you tucked your feet under you and tried to get a good picture that would show just enough to let him know what was going on. It was made worse by the fact that every time you shifted, you were reminded of the plug. 

Part of you wondered if you should really be doing this, as you changed into a sundress and tried to maintain composure as you heard the Bronco pull into the driveway. Bradley knew you well, far too well, and he would be able to sus out that something wasn’t like it always was, probably immediately. The thought made you stiffen a bit, but you were in too deep now to back out. 

Plus, more than anything, this wasn’t only about him. This was about you. At some point in dating Bradley you had pretty much let go of all the hangups people had tried to teach you in your life, and had just started doing what felt good and what you wanted. Bradley pretty much always responded positively, so why turn back now.

“Babe, I’m home!” Noisy as ever, you could hear him kicking his boots off and the zipper on his flight suit coming down. 

Belatedly, you realized you had never put the lube away and you dashed into the bathroom to try and hide it. You were borderline frantic until you managed to stuff it at the bottom of a basket of period products. To be honest, he wouldn’t really care, and he might even ask why you hadn’t told him you wanted it earlier, but you didn’t want the moment to end to soon. 

Anticipation was half the fun.

“Babe?” Bradley walked into the bathroom and found you, slightly flushed, slamming a drawer shut.

“Hey, sorry, was in the middle of something.” You tried to relax, and you smiled softly at him, “How was your day?”

He walked over to you and hugged you tightly, still smelling of fuel and sweat, “Good. I’m ready for a cold beer though.” 

Ever trying to play normal, you swatted at his chest, “What about hanging out with your lovely girlfriend?”

“Well that,” He wiggled his eyebrows at you before pulling away and starting to undress, “Is a given.”

You left him to shower and get ready but not before wincing slightly when he tapped you gently on the ass. It was barely even a swat, mostly just a movement of habit, and you could see the way his brows furrowed slightly. You could tell he thought about asking, but you told him to get ready before he could act on it.

Honestly, you didn’t wince because it hurt, you did that because it was just so much. Bradley standing so close to you, smelling like fuel and sweat yes, but underneath that something so him and masculine that it made your head spin. He was taller and broader than you and it made you feel weak in the knees. All that in combination with the plug still sitting snug in you made you realize just how wet you were between your thighs. 

-

You knew you were acting slightly weird, and that Bradley had noticed. How could he not? The man seemed to know things about you before you did. But you kept sending him small smiles from where you were standing next to Bob (refusing to sit), and shooting the shit about something stupid Hangman had done earlier that day during training.

Thankfully, the Hard Deck was also incredibly busy, as it always was on a Friday night. There were people everywhere, and the atmosphere was electric. It was enough to at least keep some of Bradley’s attention off you.

Even still, you could feel his attention on you at all times. When someone brushed in front of you and gently nudged you into the chair behind you, he watched as your eyes flew wide open. What he didn’t know was the sensation of the plug jostling inside of you was what made you bite your lip til almost blood to try and hold back a moan. 

Bob cast a glance your way, offering his cup of peanuts, “Y’okay? Seem uncomfortable. We can move outside.”

You managed a smile in his direction, “N-No, Bob, that’s okay, thank you though. I think I’m actually going to go to the bathroom.”

While you were making your way to the bathroom, you could feel Bradley’s eyes on you, ever observant. You did your best to avoid the bodies thrumming with energy as they packed tightly together, swaying gently with whatever was playing on the jukebox. The air was heavy and you could hear the ringing of laughter and clinking of glass. 

When you finally got into the women’s bathroom, it felt a thousand degrees colder and you sucked in a desperate gasp of air. You didn’t know how much longer you could do this. Every breath you took reminded you of just how full you felt, how long you had been aroused, with your panties sticking to you in the heat.

It was then that you remembered the photo you had taken earlier, and another flare of arousal ran through you. You were white knuckle gripping the edge of the sink and trying to take steady breaths. God, you wanted Bradley so badly. 

You decided to throw all caution to the wind and opened your phone. Pressing send before you could change your mind, you made sure to send a simple text beforehand, For your eyes only :).

You knew that as soon as Bradley saw the text, he’d want to leave, so you gave yourself a few seconds more relishing the atmosphere of the Hard Deck outside the bathroom doors. 

Except, when you got back to the pool table, Bradley seemed unphased. You could see his phone peeking out of his back pocket as he stretched long and lean across the table. Settling back in next to Bob, he threw a charmed smile at you. 

“Feeling okay now?” God, you could always count on Bob to be a sweetheart. 

“Yeah, thanks Bob.” You could still feel the way your sweat was beading on your lower back.

Bradley shot a look in your direction as they finished the game up with Phoenix making the winning move, and he pulled his phone out. You froze in place as you watched him flick his thumb up to look at the notifications that had been piling up all evening. The way the blood rushed to his face, rising to the tops of his cheeks from where you knew it started on his chest. 

He cleared his throat once, then once again. He then shifted slightly, before setting his cue stick against the wall. 

“We’re uh, we’re gonna head home.” Bradley said, not particularly trying to reach above the noise. 

“Quitting on us so soon, Rooster?” Hangman flashed a shit-eating grin, “Chickening out?”

“Got more important things to do than watch you chase tail, Bagman.” Bradley seemed to have regained his composure, and he took you by the hand. 

You waved just a little before letting Bradley drag you out of the bar. He was almost entirely silent while he opened the door and helped you into the Bronco. Just like on the way to the Hard Deck, you did your best to hide the way sitting for the ride home made you feel. 

When you pulled into the parking lot, you couldn’t handle the silence anymore, “Did you–Did you like the picture?”

Bradley turned the car off, and turned to face you, the look on his face half tortured half aroused, “You’re going to kill me one day if you keep doing stuff like that.”

“So, no?” You suddenly felt shy with his eyes directly on you. 

“Babe...” And then he was climbing out, and helping you out only to press you up against the still warm door, “It took everything in me not to lean you over that pool table. When did you take that?”

You swallowed hard, trying not to squirm too hard in his hold, “When I tell you, you won’t want to be outside where the neighbors can see.”

He pulled back as if burned, then pulled you towards the house. Getting in was a rush of keys and him trying to keep his hands off you. When you finally stumbled through the door he was on you in an instant, all grabby hands and lips on your neck. 

“Will you answer me now?” His knee was between your thighs, holding you up against the door. 

All that you could manage was a high keening noise, swallowing hard. You felt like you were going to explode if you didn’t get him in you that second.

“I didn’t hear a response, baby.” Bradley now had you in his arms and was walking you both to the bedroom, palming your ass. 

You shivered, thinking about what his reaction would be, “Before you came home. Was hiding the lube when you walked in the door.”

The groan you received in response was enough to light your bones on fire, and he set you down on the bed face down and lifted your hips slightly. The sundress you were wearing wasn’t terribly short by any means, but when bent over like that it wasn’t hiding much. 

He was panting like he had just run a marathon as he pushed the hem of your dress over your hips, “Jesus Christ, baby. Did you do this for me? You didn’t have to, I–”

Before he could continue, before he could try and take some sort of faux-responsibility for pressuring you somehow, you cut him off, “Did this for me; want you, Bradley. Want you to fuck me in the ass, please. Don’t even want you to go down on me or anything just, please.”

“Where is the lube?” His voice was strained, the grip on the back of your thighs like iron.

“Left lower drawer in the bathroom, under all my stuff.” 

Bradley was off you in an instant, stripping as he went into the bathroom to search for the hidden bottle. Meanwhile, you pulled off your sundress, but left your thong on, something in your gut telling you he would want to be the one to take that off. 

When he returned, you were kneeling on the bed, blinking at him expectantly. He was almost open mouth gawking at you, and he kneeled too, just below eye level. 

“I want to make sure this is,” He swallowed harshly, interrupting himself, “I never want to make you feel like you have to do something like this for me.”

“Bradley, baby,” You stroked a hand gently down his cheek, “You have never made me feel anything but wanted, cherished, and loved. I did this because I wanted to, because I want you.”

Taking his face fully in your hands, you pressed your lips to his before he pulled back to say hoarsely, “I love you so goddamn much.”

“I love you too. Now would you please fuck me.”

At that, he laughed quietly until he stopped when you started tugging at the briefs hugging his hips, leaning forward to mouth at his hardening cock, “Baby, please, I–I won’t last if you do that.”

Wordlessly, you turned over to signal your agreement, and you heard him shift behind you to push a pillow under your hips and thumb at the waistband of your thong. Scooping your hips up, he dragged it down your legs and sucked in a harsh breath at the sight of you. 

You whined when he used his hands to spread your cheeks and thumb at the plug still firmly nestled in you. A broken groan left you when he twisted it slightly and you could hear him muttering profanity under his breath–something about going to hell being well worth it. 

When he pulled the plug out, you felt empty until one lube slicked finger entered you. You hissed at the coolness of it, and Bradley pressed a kiss into your thigh in apology. Then one finger turned into two, then three. The entire time, you were getting more and more worked up, rocking back against his fingers and letting little cries leave you. 

“More, Bradley, more, please.” 

He shushed you, “I know, sweetheart, I know, you gotta let me get you ready.”

“I’m ready, baby please.” You had been waiting long enough. 

You heard the ripping of the foil of a condom and then his cock was right up against you. Bradley had one hand steadying himself on your waist, the other guiding his blunt head into you. When he finally pressed into you, it made your head swim with how full you felt. His breath was ragged behind you and his length seemed to never end. 

Pitiful whines escaped you as he rocked into you, and you could feel the excess lube dripping down your thighs and onto the bed below you. The moment his hips pressed flush to yours, you let a moan unlike anything else escape you. 

“Fuck, baby, I’m not going to last long, you’re so fucking tight.” 

The hand that was holding your hip reached down to stroke over your clit and you bucked your hips up and clenched around him. When he started thrusting, you could tell neither of you were going to last long at all. 

It was an almost out of body experience as Bradley rocked his cock into your ass and leaned over to press his body flush against yours. His lips were brushing the shell of your ear, chanting about how tight you were, how good you were to him, how much he loved you–and it was all too much. 

You had never felt so full, it was almost hard to breathe. You had imagined this with him, so many times, but that could never hold a candle to the real thing. The way your fingers had felt sliding in and out of you paled in comparison to his cock, pressing into you just right.

You came when he reached under your chest to play with your nipples and you bucked wildly under him, feeling like something was exploding in your sternum. For a moment, everything whited out and all you could feel was how heavy Bradley was in your ass, how hot his body was pressed up against you, and just how wet you were. 

He came soon after with a groan, his hips stuttering into yours, finger still rubbing your clit in a steady rhythm in a way that made your head spin. 

The two of you lay there, Bradley ever so slightly holding his weight off of you with one elbow, just panting and taking in what had happened. He pulled out and you hissed, pressing your face into the mattress and letting the sheets absorb the sweat that had built up on your hairline. 

He pet your lower back softly, “You doing okay?”

You turned to him with a wicked smile, “We better have some of that lube left, Bradley Bradshaw.”

The reaction on his face was priceless, “You cannot just say shit like that to me, give me a goddamn minute.”

You giggled just a bit but let yourself sink into the mattress, his signal to get up and start cleaning up. He stood with a groan, and pulled the condom off, the snapping sound echoing slightly around the bedroom. You could feel lube and arousal still leaking down your thighs, but you ignored it in favor of turning onto your side and watching Bradley shuffle around the bathroom. 

“Hey baby,” He murmured when he came back, kneeling down to clean up between your legs, “How is the best girlfriend in the world doing?”

You wiggled your hips happily, “Good. How’s the best boyfriend in the world doing?”

“I’ll be sure to ask when I meet him.” He laughed quietly under his breath, and you smiled gently at him. 

Reaching up to pet his face, you smoothed your thumb over his cheekbone, “You know I love you right? More than anything in the world.” 

“I love you too.”

With that, he helped you stand to go to the bathroom. Once in there, you two shuffled through your nighttime routine, playfully jostling each other and him eventually tucking you into his side so he could kiss the top of your head. 

Climbing under clean sheets (Bradley had insisted before letting you get back into bed, claiming that they were far too gross), felt like sliding into heaven. With Bradley there next to you, you felt safe and loved, and you were sure you never wanted to be anywhere else.

[ahungeringknife]

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About me

I'm bb (bibi, and BB are fine but not Bb, that's a writing signature not mine), 30+, queer, she/they, and I like to write.

My fave genres are fantasy, scifi, and romance. Sometimes with historical fiction and slice of life thrown in too.

I have a probably unhealthy amount of OCs and I want all of them to kiss.

I write both fanfic and original stuff.

I mostly post my own writing, writeblr games, and posts that give me crazy OC thoughts to be tagged. I don't reblog a lot of writing advice or self deprecating writer posts because honestly? Couldn't be me.

I did a HUGE writing challenge this year that was an attempt to write 365 1-shots. One a day. I failed but that's okay. I wrote like 200 of them and that's great and I'm proud of myself.

This is a side blog. I follow from @xaz-fr

I love asks and tumblr messages. I do writeblr games but I could really use some writeblr friends to tag in the ones I do get :,D

I'd love to look at your stuff. You should def show me your writing in a reply or reblog :3

Main tags (that aren't WIPs)

#365 - the big year long project. It has some original stuff, and some fanfic. Lots of adult themes. Lots of original spooky stuff. Lots of 'horror and love are the same thing actually'. Things that are Very Adult are posted on AO3 with a link.

#Fey Alliance - catch all tag for my main setting, the Fey Alliance

#rattling - headcanons, world building, story thoughts, character questions, commentary. Mostly any original posts that aren't writing.

WIPs

The Zealous Servant - Dark high fantasy with lots of magic, necromancers, gods, and political drama. The main character Spayar needs to help his friend the crown prince kill the entire royal family before they turn around and do the same to him in order to claim the throne. Very queer, and is written for an adult audience not YA.

Entropy - My main fanfic WIP from the Destiny 2 fandom. Follows my OCs on their journey to bully the fuck out of Shin Malphur; resident Worst Guy Ever. Along the way he gets a hot girlfriend and I force him to have some actual friends because his lone wolf shtick is tired and stupid lol.

Lonos [working title] - This is a backburner one I need to really hash out a bit more. So I'll probably be posting a lot of rattlings about this one. Vaguely middle eastern appearance in setting about a traveling circus where all the players are also mercenaries for hire. Post a massive plague that wiped out almost all the magic users on the continent and the ones that are still around are viewed as cursed or unclean. (I swear I had this idea before the panny :,D) Gonna be a big long gay slow burn. For adult audiences.

Witchbane - Another backburner one I need to churn out some rattlings about. Steampunk set in a country called Ravthica where everyone thinks magic isn't real. When Spencer's parents go missing he's got to start believing in magic real quick when the hag that lives on his family's property tells him witches kidnapped his parents and the only way to get them back is to kill them. But witch hunting isn't exactly easy and he needs the help of some Wild things to find the witches that want his family and their witch hunting dogs all dead. For YA audiences.

[mekachu04]

7. Hair

Kidd - 16 | Killer - 20

Tags specifically for this chapter:

Friends to Enemies

that weird little period where they were rival gang bosses

the girls boys are fighting

Kidd is an unreliable narrator but it's not his fault

Read at A03 linked above or here below cut

Drabbles from Pocket Jack's KiKi-tober Prompt list

"You got taller."

"You grew your hair out." Its hard to tell for sure what Killer really thinks about things these days; a lifetime living in each other's pockets can't be erased in just two years, but besides just hiding his expression behind ragged bangs, Killer's added a cloth tied around his lower face. But he tilts his head the same way, right ear up, left shoulder - his weaker shoulder - hunching up and in and Kidd can feel him judging him through his lashes. Can picture it so clearly in him mind, and he smirks. "It looks good."

And he means that; Growing up they way they did often mean cutting mattes out of Killer's hair, never getting a chance to grow too long no matter what they tried. Hell, Kidd had cried that last time he'd had to take a knife to Killer's hair. A fight with other Heaps' folk had Killer landing in a tar spill and even though they'd walked away the victor, Killer's hair was a complete loss. They'd gotten in a brawl with Victoria only a few days before that, and then Kidd had to cut Killer's hair to the scalp in a few places, and it was too much at once for his 13 year old self.

Killer had the world's worst haircut but Kidd was the one who had to be coddled.

Well, Joke was on them both because Killer would abandon him too the next year anyway.

"I guess ditching me for running water worked out well for you."

"And I'm leaving" Killer growled, and Kidd wanted to let him leave. Wanted Killer to be the one who walked away from the meeting, to reject him again. He was still angry and he -flung- a handful of bolts at the back of Killer's head. Unfortunately for him, Killer ducked in time, grabbed a brick from off the ground, and hurtled it back at him.

Kidd did manage to avoid getting hit but it was nothing as graceful as Killer's maneuver.

"The hell are you thinking!? What if someone saw you!" Killer hissed, marching back, head swiveling nervously like he was looking around to make sure none of his little gaggle of groupies had seen anything.

It was infuriating, and Kidd felt his temper getting the better of him, "What if someone... are you serious! Are you trying to mom me NOW?"

Killer stopped up short like Kidd had smacked him. Good.

"Nono. No. Do you hear yourself? You fucking left me," Kidd -flung- another handful of scraps and trash at Killer who avoided it as easily as the first round, "You left and fucking now you're trying to come in and order me around like you have any say in my life anymore!"

He -threw- another round, this time it felt like it was mostly screws, at Killer. The man's fists were clenched, but instead of letting Kidd goad him into a real fight, he shoved them in the pockets of the almost-not-holey jeans he was wearing as he smoothly twisted out of the way.

"So you can fuck off and I will use my fucking devil fruit however the fuck I want, when ever the fuck I feel like!" He -threw- another handful of screws and scrap. This time Killer didn't dodge it, and Kidd winced when the scattershot slammed into his former friend's side. Kidd dropped his hand down, metal falling quiet around them. "Kil...Killer, I didn't..."

"You're right. You can do whatever you want now. Big bad Boss of your own."

It was Kidd's turn to stick his hands in his pockets.

"Keep the Heaps. It's yours. My people'll clear out by tonight." Kidd had nearly forgotten the whole reason they'd met up - supposedly to hash out turf lines. Killer'd only just been named Boss after all, and had to prove he was up to the task. Instead Killer just ceded the whole dispute to him.

"Just like that? And if they don't?"

"If they got a problem with it, I'm sure they come running to join you."

"Unless they stab you in the back over it first." - Do you have someone now.. watching your back?

Killer just shrugs, turning away.

Kidd will go back to his crew, Killer'll go back to his own new shiny family, and they'd glare at each other over turf lines when they bothered to pretend the other existed at all, and go back to hating each other again.

Killer really did look nice with his hair grown out like that. It was as pretty as Kidd could have ever imagined, and he bet it was a soft as it looked.

...

Ceithir Gormaichean, Kidd still missed the prick.

[seenthisepisode]

hi! I saw your post about the why episode title change why 11 scenes cut why lamp etc etc and I know some of it but not all, and I was hoping you could elaborate on spngate— if it’s not too much trouble— or point me in a direction where I can join you in the spn gate?

I feel ashamed for HOW LONG i let this ask just rot in my askbox (it's from january, apparently, now it's april. i thought maybe two weeks passed but NO. it was months. ANON I AM SO SO SO SO SORRY. I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART) but now with the power of this url and the wine i am currently sipping, let me give you the best, most thought-out answer that i possibly can.

I don't know how long you've been following/watching spn, so I won't get into real deep iceberg theories that go back to season 8 and jeremy carver, for the purpose of this essay answer I'll just stick to the year anno domini 2020, and will try to do my best to tell you what happened.

Okay, maybe 2019. So, in june 2019, when the first scripts and drafts for s15 are presented, these things happen: 1. apparently, according to Berens, the confession scene is the first thing that was written for season 15. 2. Jensen Ackles is sat down and asked if he would be okay with this. (question is asked: why would they ask jensen if all he does in this scene is look at cas, he doesn't say anything, he does not confess, it changes nothing about his character, etc.; if you put the real tjlc tinfoil hat on you'd ask hey , maybe they asked him if precisely that is okay, if he is okay with the fact dean is practically silenced here but that's Deep) 3. Jensen apparently is okay with that, because it happens.

also this thing happens around the same time: 1. they write the ending for the brothers, and no matter what version of the finale we're talking about, Dean dies 2. Jensen Ackles is Not Okay with this. he calls Kripke who then, in a call and/or email assures him it's a good ending (Jensen says that) and also very quickly after that Jensen is announced to play Soldier Boy in Kripke's The Boys. make of that what you want

They film, blah blah, march 2020, covid happens, they stop production right after they film the confession. Last episode to air is 15x13, last episode they film is 15x18, they almost have a plane crush when flying to vegas con, and then, a loooong break until august 2020. Now, from what we know, there were two versions of the finale - the pre-covid finale they were supposed to film if the filming schedule wasn't interrupted, and the finale that happened.

What was supposed to be in the Original Finale/Pre-Covid Finale, we still don't know exactly, but from what the cast said, there was supposed to be a big cast reunion, Harvelle's Roadhouse in Heaven, Kansas Band (why are they dead?) playing there after Dean gets there and so on.

Anyway. July 2020. Misha does a livestream with Michael Sheen (the SuperGood campaign) where he says he is going back to filming the last two episodes in a few weeks. he said it LIVE. it's on youtube. people analyze the background from Misha's livestreams and photos and conclude he is in Vacouver, where spn is filmed. He also says that he is going back filming in a few interviews. Also here.

August 2020. They go back to filming in august 2020 to film 15x19 and 15x20.

August 20th, 2020, Misha's birthday.

I wasn't on set TODAY. so casual. of all days i wasn't there today.

August 24th, 2020, day 6/8 of filming 15x19, Angel with a Shotgun is hash tag Song of The Day while filming scenes of 15x19 (scene 28, 31).

September 4th, 2020. ALL THEY FILM, for the whole DAY, is one scene. They usually film a few. They film one. Song of the day? The Night We Met.

Somewhere before the episodes starts to air again, Dabb says only 30% of the audience will like the finale. Anyway, everyone concludes, Misha is filming, destiel is more or less going canon, but everyone including bibros is sure Misha is filming and will be there for the finale.

Originally, "Despair" was called "The Truth".

Finale airs.

It feels shorter (apparently it's not) but it does have an additional ad break. For Walker. But it feels shorter because of the "carry on my wayward son" cover montage that lasts too long and later it's discovered thanks to scripts that dropped that there are ELEVEN scenes that were filmed,, but didn't make it to the episode. The script that drops is also very telling, where scenes are just [OMMITTED]. It was explained that they wanted to have actor there but they didn't want actors to quarantine for two weeks to film one or two scenes BUT then that's exactly what they did with Jim Beaver lmao.

So yeah. I also remember Misha at a con (DarkLight?) where, after asked about the original ending, he answers that the original ending was something that would be better explored in fanfiction anyway. Theory rises he filmed and was cut off the episode without his or Jensen's knowledge because Misha sat down his kids to watch the spn finale (which was the first episode they were supposed to watch ever, why would he do that if he's not there?) and then, CW SPN twitter posts a goodbye video that has everyone from the cast and their mother BUT MISHA AND JENSEN ARE NOT THERE. Jensens sexy silence starts.

THEN THE WILDEST THING HAPPENS.

November 25th, the Spanish Dub. 15x18 drops in Brazil and Dean says "and i you" to Cas, after he confesses. No "don't do this cas" but "and i you". Tumblr stops working for two hours, people on discords are screaming, no one knows whats happening, someone claims Jensen was called in September 2020 to record some adlibs? To record the muffled sobs Dean does while on the floor. Theory is supported by the fact that in the Bazil version? When Dean sits on the floor? The sound that plays are birds. Chirping birds. Sounds don't match, what was Dean saying while crying on the floor, question arises.

Everyone decides there was a Rogue Translator who managed to hide from The CW Sniper (who is the reason actors just dont tell us everything) and translated some kind of Original Script. Voice Actors are invited to a podcast where they debunk this saying that it was added because the translator felt this was the right response or something like that. Anyway they debunk the fact that there existed, at any time, a version of a script, that maybe was send to them, where Dean says I love you too. This was a wild night, no one slept.

And like. I could make this post longer, but I am planning to, one day, make a huge masterpost with real sources about that because honestly you could write a book about it.

But tl;dr spngate is a theory that misha did film for the last 2 episodes and the changes they made were truly last minute (september 2020), they were going for a canon destiel, possibly human!cas engame, dabb was always on our side, and it's based on stuff like jensen actively hating the ending to the point he made his prequel after 2 years of radio silence, 11 scenes just cut from the finale, misha saying he is going back filming, and people like mark pellegrino saying the last scene he filmed was with alex and misha. also the onion field. why lamp is the theory that cas is represented and symbolized by lamps throughout the show and when dean dances with a Lamp in a drug induced dream instead of, say, some kind of a lady he is actually thinking about cas.

also there are little things like when jensen at an online con before the finale says that oh yes i am wearing a grey flannel but tomorrow? who know it could be blue and green. and we all collectively lost our shit. like when he said he is most excited to "tackle" with cas in season 15. or that "dean has no taste, clearly". WHY WAS YOUR PERMISSION NEEDED JENSEN

there are a lot of things i didn't mention here because i simply can't unflod this whole thing just like that but

but if you understand this picture you might be entitled to financial compensation

[not-goldy]

Sometimes I wish Jimin stop being so secretive on cam and basically a wallflower. I wish he speaks up more and calls out BS immediately, especially during lives like JK/Tae or Joon does or is it because he doesn't get much wierd comments 🤔. Also stop being so fucking humble.. like sir you are a history maker, everything you release are organic hits, have a huge fanbase, your bdays are celebrated as Christmas day, why tf would you think you don't even deserve a music show win ?????? Own your success and skills please 🤧

And I also wish JK stop being so impulsive, saying and doing absolute dumbest things 🤧 sometimes he sounds like those cocky boys who will say they'll make you come thrice in a row and will climax within 2 seconds lol. He's so cocky; knows he's hot and his impact but at the same time he still don't know what he really needs. So I wish he becomes more mature and get his shit together asap

Maybe if they use share these qualities a bit with each other it will be fine lol. JK sharing some of his cockiness with Jimin so he can go 'yeah that me, Park Jimin' bitches 💅' and Jimin sharing some of his level headness with JK, so he can think before doing and saying some things 🥲

Idk how they are even navigating through their relationship when both are on opposite ends of attitude and lifestyles, like is that even possible ? Won't both parties get sick of each other soon? ... or maybe like you said JK is the freedom Jimin is craving for and Jimin is the leash JK very much needed 🤷‍♀️

Set me free was liberating for me and I think Jungkook too cos he stamped his approval on it like you could tell Jimin frustrates him sometimes with the kill them with kindness vibes he has going on.

And I know Jimin is not a push over too cos there's some really hard core ghettoness buried deep inside his slytherine heart- he is the master of self control cos I'll be getting canceled every second if I were him🥲🥲🥲

I'll be dropping mid night rants talking bout yall could never be me😭😭😭😭🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Hash tag jealous

Hash tag up in your man's arms 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

And he lowkey be shading too but we don't talk about that🥲

He's constantly trolling haters posting Jungkook shirtless, leaning on him kissing up on him daring yall to come for Kook if he's your mans💔💔💔💔

This literally him on these streets he eats and wink

Shade is cool Jimin but throw the damn tree too🤣

They are both fascinating.

Oh lord not 2 seconds 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

You is going to hell for that😭😭😭🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Not gonna lie, I do enjoy his chaotic character most times. I'm big on diversity. If everyone acted the same way they'd be boring as hell plus I like my BTS a tad crackheads🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

JUNGKOOK'S a vibe. Not many idols like him. He be be tanking on the idol part sometimes- I don't think he even sees or thinks of himself as an idol😭😭🤣🤣

An idol is a whole personna carefully curated to appeal to an audience- when I tell you Jungkook ain't curating shit for no one and to please no one😭😭😭😭😭

Tell him to do aigoo I dare ya🤣🤣🤣😭😭😭😭

Sometimes I just play his memes and sleep. It's the new Netflix and chill for me.

Doesn't take himself too too serious, easy going non judgemental, quirky😭😭😭

And he is very relatable. We all don't say the right things all the time, or do the right things and overthink everything.

Some people don't find that attractive in Idols but I like it. That that I like that

Im a bit of a crack head myself so.... anywho

For an idol, yea perhaps he could be a bit more controlled and polished but not too much cos then he'd lose relatability and seem outta touch.

Frankly I think they are both perfect as they are💀

I wouldn't change much but you are right they both could influence eachother a bit and they do TRUST. 💜

[voxsremotec0ck]

3VEES watching reader and one of the hotel crew out shopping through Voxs monitors.

Velvette: So this is the new up-and-coming overlord? What a joke. Not even worth the hash tag

Valentino: Just a bratty bitch who thinks they can play with the big boys. I wouldn't ever let someone manhandle me.

Vox: Yeah. In less than a week, they'll be old new. In less than a month, they'll be forgotten. What a waste of ti-

Reader on the monitor suddenly kabedons crew member and leans in close, possessively.

Velvette: I-I'll see if there's more info of them online. You never know what gets buried. They could be of used to us!

Valentino: So they DO know how to put them in their place. Let's see how long they can keep that up. It has been awhile since we got a new overlord on our side, hasn't it?

Vox: Y-Yeah it has! Maybe we should snatch them up before someone else does. Don't want to lose a valuable ally before we even get to met them!

3VEES internally: TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP

Reader pull away from crew member, they're actually just joking around but the camera angle make it look suspicious. 3VEES are too distracted to realise.

YESSSSSSSSS THE VEES ALL SHARING A TOP/DOM PLEASE I LOVE THIS CONCEPT

[kedsandtubesocks]

twenty questions for fic writers 💖

thank for the tag my dear @beskarandblasters

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

SO… I still don’t have an ao3 set up LMAO

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

🌝

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Anime (jujustu kaisen, my hero academia) Star Wars, & the various characters in the pedro pascal cinematic universe lol

4. Top five fics by kudos

I’m going with highest notes lol

all of this (& heaven too) - hades!gojo

gamer changer - mlb pitcher!joel miller

your heart, a sonnet - author!joel miller

season of you (spring 1) -stardew valley!joel

cowboys like us - Rodeo cowboys Jack & Din

5. Do you respond to comments?

I do! Or at least i try to 😭

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

the mandalorian!Bakugo arranged marriage ficlet 😞

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of them are happy endings because I am a marshmallow heart that wants us to enjoy sweet things lol - but I think my favorite happy ending is a tie between hades!gojo & javi p mermaid!reader

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I got hate on one of my Joel fics and I just had to laugh because it was such a wild critique lol

9. Do you write smut?

Sometimes!

10. Craziest crossover?

It’s a tie between -

Star Wars x BNHA

Stardew valley x the pedro pascal universe lol

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Almost

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I haven’t!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Back in high school my best friend and I used to co write fics together!! It was great seeing us build on each others ideas but also laugh at how wildly different our styles were and getting to see them merge together was so fun

14. All time favorite ship?

Me and Din Djarin 😌

(Kel in her response said her and din so i’m embracing that self ship love hell yeah)

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

For anime - my big fantasy royal au gojo fic 💔

for ppcu - my pero fic 😞

16. What are your writing strengths?

I like to think i come up with pretty interesting ideas 😥

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I feel like i get a bit redundant and don’t embrace more poetic styles /:

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I love to see it but for me writing - it depends on the fic! Like I love getting to sometimes write in Spanish

But I’ve also known how tricky it can be trying to write in other languages for certain fics (like my hopes of writing a small scene in Japanese or even in the many languages in Star Wars fics sometimes just doesn’t flow or read well)

19. First fandom you wrote in?

…full metal alchemist…

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Omg pls don’t make me pick - they all hold a special place in my heart :(

💌

no pressure tags: @stellamancer @willowser @seiwas @julesonrecord @perotovar @burntheedges @pr0ximamidnight @acerathia @hash-slinging-slasher-trash @fairy-writes @swiftispunk @fhatbhabiee @lowlights @undercoverpena @andypantsx3 @ofmermaidstories @tightjeansjavi @joelsgreenflannel & anyone else who wants to join!

[eqt-95]

20 Questions More

A deeper and more detailed version of the 20 questions for AO3 fanfic writers. Thanks @fabulousglitch for the tag!!

1) How do you keep getting ideas for your ship/fandom?

The blorbos won't leave me alone.

2) Which authors inspire you in your fandom, and why are they so freakishly good?

There are too many to count. I was introduced to Supergirl through fanfic and the canon I know to be true has been built on the backs of hundreds of contributors. It wouldn't do anyone justice if I started a list because 1. it would become a monolith of names and 2. I would definitely miss one(s). If you're in this fandom, you've likely inspired me, and that counts both for written, gif-ed, and drawn works.

3) Aside from the characters of your main ship, who are the characters you love to write?

Alex, but I don't always get it right.

4) Are there pairings or tropes you know for sure you'd never write about? Which ones?

There is a lot I probably wouldn't do, but I also for sure never expected to write an F1 au, so...

5) What is your writing process and why is it cursed?

I can either sit down and crush 1-3k words or sit down and tweak the same seven sentences for two hours. There is rarely an in between.

6) What is your favorite part of your writing process?

Editing. Oh boy do I LOVE editing. Those opportunities for finessing and fine-tuning and tweaking are *mwah*

7) What’s the weirdest thing you’ve had to research for a fic?

This isn't weird but is more recent: I did a deep dive into star constellations for a throwaway line in 'new kind of romance'

8) Is there a particular writing rule you struggle with (grammar, spelling, tense, reality in general)?

This is a nonanswer, but I would love to expand my vocabulary. The thesaurus is my writing buddy, but there are very real moments where I pout and scowl and glare at the ceiling because I can't think of the word that I'm feeling.

9) What was your hardest scene to write so far and why?

Any sort of conflict/confession/confrontation is always really hard for me, but they're also maybe my favorite things to write. I want the characters to hash things out and be honest and vulnerable, and I think tackling big emotions is a delicate balance. I never want to sound too forceful, but I don't want to leave things unsaid, but I don't want anyone to do anything out of character, but i don't want to yadda yadda...

10) Have your characters ever done something you didn’t expect, changing your plot completely?

see: 'crisis of indulgence'

11) If you could converse with any of the characters, who would it be and why?

Lena; I think she'd be a lot of fun to debate/argue with (respectfully).

12) What are some of the tropes or themes that you find yourself returning to in your writing?

(so far) always a happy ending. the readers and these characters deserve it.

13) What's your most important resource as a writer?

Living experiences (which takes time!). I don't think I could write heartbreak without having experienced that guttural feeling of loss in the same way I don't think I could write about failure or anger or insecurity or love or laughter. I think reading and the act of writing every day are incredibly resourceful, but the act of my lived experiences and those feelings is something I draw from in everything I write.

14) Can you share some of your strategies for editing and revising your work?

I edit as I go which doesn't work for everyone; however, a super fun thing I've picked up in recent works is this: when going to do a final edit of a <insert: chapter, one-shot, etc>, I read the last few paragraphs first. That sets me up to know exactly what the chapter is aiming for: feelings, motivations, plot, etc. I then use that as the anchor for how I tweak/edit/add small details to the rest of the chapter during my final read-through. I find it helps flesh out the larger story with smaller details.

15) Which is worse: making the summary, picking the tags, or the anxiety when you post your fic?

none of the above really since nothing about posting is carved in stone. tags and summaries can always be tweaked.

16) How do you define success for your fanfic - hits? Kudos? Comments? Bookmarks? Or just if you like it?

If it's finished. Bonus points if people get something out of it, but the act of having written something feels like the biggest success.

17) Do you have a playlist for your favorite character/ship?

Not really. I have go-to soundtracks for 'writing vibes' but nothing project/ship dedicated. (though 'like we're made of glass' was definitely inspired by very specific songs)

18) If fan art was going to be made from your work, which fic would you pick and which fan artist would you like to create it?

Again there are too many jaw-droppingly talented artists in this fandom to choose just one. It would of course be a wild crazy honor to see a work inspired by one of my fics, but there's already so much in this fandom to be inspired by that it doesn't feel like a loss.

19) How many WIPs do you currently have?

*sighs* for supercorp? there are a few (five). but the one that has most of my creative down time is a supercorp wicked au i have wanted to write for years but only have the faintest wisps of an outline for.

20) What's your advice to new fanfic writers?

Do it, do it, do it!

But also, one of my favorite pieces of advice for ANY creative venture is from Marc Dalessio who made this super cool 'creative process' graph in 2010 and included this line to summarize it: The ability to see improves before technical skill, and we often have difficulty assessing honestly exactly how our work looks.

It helps during those ruts when I look at everything I've recently written/drawn/created and scrunch up my nose in snobbish disgust because it just means I'm growing in some new way and not that anything I'm doing is inherently bad.

- - - - -

tagging (respectfully and without pressure) @sideguitars @fazedlight @inkedroplets if you want some rapid-fire q's thrown your way. but also anyone who wants to take a swing, i'd be jazzed to read the different answers