#i almost cried several times writing these words lol

[anthony-crowleys-left-nut]

i just got genuinely sad thinking about claudia and how it must have felt when she could see her relationship with lestat deteriorating. when they spent more and more time fighting and less and less loving each other, like the good times before when he'd spoil her, go out to hunt with her, teach her to drive. i hope when she saw his face in that last exchange of looks they made, she at least knew that he loved her. i don't even wish that in a hope to redeem lestat in her eyes (even as a lestat lover), i just wish that for her. cause i know she had to have carried an emotional wound from their relationship even if she wouldn't admit it. as someone who once had a terrible relationship with their parent, i still carry mine to this day, and learning that he did give a fuck about me in times when i swore he didn't actually did mean something. that's all i want for claudia in that final look. so much of her anger had to have stemmed from genuine hurt, and to have that hurt assuaged even just a little bit... she deserved that much at the very least.

[romana-after-dark]

Ignore if it’s too gross:

But what about poor reader being so terrified of logan while he’s non conning her that she wets herself?

Wet

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Logan Howlett x fem!reader

Summary: as stated above lol

Warnings: piss kink! non con! crying! Mild feet! Almost sufficating!!! Reference to the school but reader is not a student. IDK the lore its a short peice but thats NOT whats happening. Still dark af tho so dont read if thats not your thing.

AN: this essentially the same thing as Cry Harder with Joel so if you love joely, give 'er a go.

A/N: Also anon, its not gross!!!! I dont do this big ones like incest, bestiality or incest ofc, and theres other stuff i dont write but also long as its isnt those first three i aint gonna be pressed. Send away! You're so sweet for asking!!!

450 words

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He had to shove your face into the mattress before you woke up the whole school.

"Shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up!" Logan growls, flipping you onto your stomach when you were crying too loud. He couldn't have anyone hearing what he was doing to you, but fuck he couldn't take it anymore, the way you pranced around in those tight little tops and hot pants on and up. You wanted this. So why the fuck were you crying?

Face down, Logan pressed your face into the mattress with his foot on your head while his strong arm wraps around your middle to pull you up, cock stretching you open. You could feel his balls slapping against your pussy with every thrust, sobbing into your blankets as he fucked your powerless body. There was nothing to do but cry.

But Logan didn't like that.

"Jesus fucking christ!" He growls, slapping your ass to make you shut up but that just made you yelp more. Logan he wasn't going to let you ruin this for him. He wasn't going to let a warm cunt fuck up by having a mouth. If he was caught, it'd be all over for him.

Logan shifts he weight, leaning more on the foot on your head and shoving you in deeper, and finally your cries were muffled. Even though you were screaming now, body writhing in panic he wasn't stopping, not when he was this close. You were so fucking wet, so fucking warm and fuck, so fucking tight... Fear did that like nothing else.

You pulse around him, contractions of fear rather than an orgasm, and he was about to cum inside you. So fucking close. Ball drawing up, he was growing sick of your screams. You didn't need to fucking breath all the time, you were getting enough air, he was sure. Just being dramatic.

"I said, shut the fuck UP!" Logan punctuated his final word by punching down on the mattress, extending his blades with a *ssshing!*.

A blood curdling scream Logan was sure would be ear piercing if he wasn't half sufficating you erupts into the bed, and suddenly his cock is flooded with a warm liquid. You didn't cum. It sprays out around his dick as it rams into you for a final few times, spreading down both your legs and his as Logan groans, head dropped back in pleasure. So good, so fucking good.

Balls emptied inside you, Logan finally pulls himself out of you and your hips fall to the bed as your face rises, gasping for air.

Logan pulls on his jeans and heads towards the door.

"Quit being so fucking dramatic."

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[misc-obeyme]

Couples Discount! - Secret Scene

Well, I shouldn't be surprised I guess. My "should I post the smut?" poll had some pretty definitive results. It's not yet over, but really I don't think I need to wait for it. Y'all voted for the smut.

I would like to begin by apologizing for my smut writing skills. I'm not at all confident in them, which is why this is the first time I'm really posting any.

So this is the secret smut scene that would come after the end of this daily chat scene I wrote, though you don't really need to read it before this. This right here is pure smut, so you know. Context isn't really required.

Please tell me if it's terrible. My anxiety is high so I need to know if it's really bad lol. Also I really tried to keep MC gender neutral so hopefully that turned out okay.

GN!MC x Diavolo - NSFW - MDNI

Warnings: oral sex, penetrative sex (reader receiving in both cases), please let me know if I should add anything here

Any thoughts you'd been having about the repercussions of the kiss you shared with Diavolo on the plaza bench were completely discarded now. You sat on the edge of Diavolo's bed with the demon prince on his knees between your thighs and thinking wasn't something you'd managed to do at all for the past several minutes.

One of your hands was in Diavolo's hair, the other one gripping the sheets beside you as you melted into the feeling of his tongue, his lips, his mouth giving you untold amounts of pleasure. He had placed one of your legs on his shoulder and his hand still rested on it. You could tell from the way his fingers flexed against you that he was trying not to grip you too hard.

You hadn't been sure what spending the night with Diavolo would be like, but so far he seemed to want nothing more than to worship you. He especially seemed to enjoy hearing you moan, deliberately doing things that he thought might draw one out of you.

You were slightly annoyed about the fact that he himself was still fully dressed while your clothes were already in a heap on the floor. However, you couldn't hold onto this thought for long enough to call him out on it. Not when he was using his tongue so expertly, the tension building up in your body as your pleasure intensified with every second.

It was almost teasing, though, never quite enough to bring you over the edge. Your fingers clenched and unclenched in his hair in both frustration and enjoyment.

"D-diavolo," you managed to say. "Please."

That single word apparently had quite the effect because Diavolo responded immediately. Where before he was only using his tongue, now he put his entire mouth on you. There was so much more sensation that you cried out, the hand in his hair becoming a fist. You had a vague thought about how you hoped you weren't hurting him, but it was gone in an instant as Diavolo sucked.

You moaned, unable to keep yourself from doing so, the feeling building and building. Diavolo didn't let up. He could tell you were close and he was determined to make you come. You felt your thighs shivering, squeezing slightly as the intensity increased.

Your body began to tense as you felt yourself nearing your climax until it finally hit you in waves. You couldn't even manage to spare a thought for what might be happening to Diavolo as your thighs clenched, your fingers still holding tightly to his hair.

You took several deep breaths as you let yourself relax. You let go of Diavolo's hair. He looked up at you from between your thighs with a smile so bright you couldn't help but laugh a little.

You cupped his cheek as you caught your breath, bending forward a little to lean your forehead against his. "You have way too much clothing on," you said, pulling at one of the buttons on his shirt with the other hand.

Diavolo chuckled. "I'm sorry, MC," he said. "Won't you help me remedy that?"

He didn't have to ask you twice. You started using both hands to unbutton his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. You let your hands linger on his bare chest, truly a glorious sight to behold, before reaching down for the pants. But in the position he was in, you couldn't quite reach them.

Diavolo kissed you before standing up to take his pants off himself. You watched as he did, finally freeing his enormous cock. Just looking at it made your skin flush and your body throb as your mind went wild with the possibilities.

It was very tempting to take it into your mouth, since it was right at the same height as your face. But you were more interested in putting it somewhere else.

Despite this, you couldn't resist reaching out and taking it in your hand. Diavolo made a soft humming sound at the contact and you looked up to see him biting his lip.

It was such a cute expression on him that it made your stomach flip. You found yourself suddenly impatient, letting go so you could grab his hands and pull him onto the bed.

Diavolo let you take control, moving easily as you positioned him so he was sitting up against his pillows. Once he was where you wanted him, you straddled his lap, putting your hands on his chest and kissing him deeply.

His mouth opened for you instantly, your tongue sliding in and tasting the salt of your cum on him. You tried not to let this make you rabid. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your hands running through his hair again, your ass rubbing against the hardness of his cock.

You pulled away and looked at him. He was breathing hard with his pupils fully dilated. He looked like he was dizzy with lust, but there was an edge of concern on his face. He reached over to the bedside table, taking out a bottle of lube.

Certainly Diavolo was quite large, so you thought it best not to skip this step, even though the look on his face sent another stab of heat through your body. He slathered his fingers and you gasped as he put first one and then another inside you, stretching you gently.

Diavolo took his time and you were losing your mind with need by the time he pulled his fingers out of you. You put your hands on his shoulders and rose up, preparing to take him inside.

"MC," he said, voice quiet as he settled his hands on your hips.

You didn't let him finish whatever he was going to say, instead sinking down onto his cock. This elicited a moan that was like sweet music to your ears and he practically whimpered your name.

You decided to go slowly, moving down inch by inch until you had him fully inside you.

The feeling of him was exquisite. Your body flushed with heat as you squeezed yourself around him and he moaned. His hands gripped the soft flesh of your hips tighter.

Diavolo nuzzled into your neck, peppering you with kisses. "Are you all right?" he murmured into your skin.

"Don't worry," you said. "I'm fine." You tangled your fingers in his hair again, holding him to you as you began to move yourself slowly up and down his cock.

Diavolo's head rested on your shoulder and for a moment he seemed too overwhelmed by the sensation to do much of anything. But then his hands began to move you, too, increasing your pace. You matched him easily, speeding things up, but sitting down fully every time, allowing him to hit that spot inside you perfectly over and over.

Diavolo seemed to be unable to stop himself from thrusting up into you, but you didn't mind at all, moaning in response to the feeling of it. Diavolo's hands moved from your waist to your back, his head falling a little to press against your chest. Both of you were moaning now and you could already feel the tension of your second orgasm tightening in your belly.

It felt so good, you were completely lost in him, your hands roaming over his skin, the lingering scent of his cologne mixed with sweat and sex. The feeling of him inside you, thick and powerful, the way his hands moved you so easily, the desperate sounds of him mumbling your name over and over again.

Until at last, you felt yourself tightening, your body responding to the pleasure. You cried out his name as you came, your hands on his shoulders, your nails piercing skin, your head thrown back.

As you were just beginning to come down from this high, you felt him clutch you hard, a soft groan from his throat, and the warmth of his cum spilling inside you.

Exhausted, you collapsed against him. Diavolo's arms wrapped around you, holding you to him as you rested your head on his chest.

This was only the beginning of your infamous night with Lord Diavolo and you would be pleased to discover just how much stamina the prince of the Devildom really had.

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[buckysgrace]

Hiii, omg ur taking requests?? i LOVE ur writing sm aghh 😍😍❤️❤️ would u write part 2 to think about me? i adored it sm maybe the reader is sick (she has a fever and really bad cough) but is very horny so she calls gator who’s at work rn but he promises he comes as soon as he can? also her relationship with gator is secret and he comes over when her parents are gone with her little brothers for the weekend and gator takes care of her and also she’s so clingy? <3 and when she vomits in front of him she cries and is so embarrassed…

Part two to Think About Me (but could be read as a standalone lol)

Hope you enjoy! And thank you for enjoying my writing!! <3

CW: Age gap (reader is 20, gator is 27), mentions of smut but no actual smut, Gator being very sweet does that count??

Your relationship with Gator was, surprisingly, nice. He was sweet, brought you pretty flowers and your favorite chocolates. He messaged you first thing in the morning and before you went to bed. He was perfect. You were both perfect. Other than the fact that it had to be hidden.

Your father had made that clear on your birthday. The Tillman's had been invited over and apparently there had been enough tension between you and Gator to raise suspicions from your parents. Suddenly you were too young, too naive to have a boyfriend. You thought it was ridiculous.

You were excited for this weekend, having many things planned out for you and Gator. Your entire family would be gone. Some out of state football game happening for one of your brothers. You had feigned sickness.

Only that had seemed to be your downfall as the early Saturday hours slowly drifted into the afternoon. Your cough worsened, becoming more severe as your cheeks grew hot and sweaty. You brushed it aside, sure that it was your hard work from cleaning so furiously.

"Hello," The raspy voice on the other end of the line drew out playfully, bringing a smile to your lips as you sniffled again, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," You said quickly, already hearing the worry in his tone, "Just some allergies. Do you think you could bring me something when you get off of work?"

"What kind of somethin'?" He teased, making you shift deeper into the couch as a giddy feeling spread through you. It was almost enough to make you neglect the sense of sickness you'd felt.

You thought of the habit he had to sneak into your room when everyone else was asleep, of all the sweet nights you'd had together. He liked kissing you. He liked kissing you everywhere. You were tingly at the thought once again.

"Don't know," You giggled softly as you curled up on the couch, smiling as you felt a rush of pleasure form between your legs at his words, "Something to make me feel better."

"I got the perfect cure for ya, baby doll," He teased, making you feel like you had thousands of butterflies spreading through your stomach, "Can you last a few more hours without me?"

"Mhm," You drew out softly, excited as you glanced back towards the kitchen. You had a crockpot full of chili on and had plans to make cinnamon rolls once he got closer. He liked those, especially when you added raisins to them, "I'll be waiting here for you."

Your plans became even more disrupted as your symptoms grew worse. You piled under blankets and blankets, unable to stop shivering despite how hot your face was. Every time you began to doze off your rough coughing awoke you, your lungs burning from the sensation.

"Hey," Gator's voice awoke you this time around, making your eyes snap open as you quickly sat up. He guided you slowly, holding onto your shoulders as you glanced at the time, "You alright?"

"I overslept," You wheezed out, sighing as you began to couch roughly once again, "Sorry. I was gonna make cinnamon rolls and-," You began to stand but gator gripped your shoulders and quickly sat you back down. You nodded your head, feeling like the house was spinning a little bit.

"You sick?" He mumbled as he brought his palm up against your forehead, then dragged it against your cheeks. You mumbled, shrugging your shoulders, "Where's the thermometer?"

"Um," You paused as you thought about it, "It's in the kitchen drawer. The second to the left." You said, sure of your answer. It hadn't been too long since you had to use it on one of your brothers.

Gator paused, pulling his paper bag open for a moment before he handed you a bag of cough drops and some nighttime cough syrup. You wrinkled your nose, thinking about how disgusting it would taste. You were still grateful though.

He gripped your chin softly with one hand when he approached again, then used the other to slide the thermometer under your tongue. You stared up at him, admiring the concentrated look on his features.

"Bite down," He instructed, making you blink in surprise before you did as he asked. He smirked a little, looking a little cocky as he flicked his eyes from your features and back to the numbers on the screen. He whistled, making your eyes snap up to him, "I'm gonna get you something to bring that down." He mumbled, shaking his head as he walked into the kitchen again.

"I made us chili," You replied, feeling like it wasn't that big of a deal to have a little fever, "I thought we could watch a movie. I got new pajamas too."

"You did?" He approached again, wearing a smile this time as he placed some pills in one of your palms and a glass of water in the other, "Drink that." You nodded along, doing what he instructed in hopes that you would feel better.

"I wanted it to be a good night," You replied, doing your best to keep from pouting as he unwrapped a cough drop for you next, "Thanks." You said softly as you popped it in your mouth, sucking on it a few times before you began to chew on it. It was a habit. You couldn't help it.

"It still can be," He mentioned offhandedly, as he brushed his fingers across your cheek, "I'll get us chili. You sit here. Uh, here." He paused as he handed you the remote, sending you a soft smile before he went on his way.

Your stomach twisted at the thought of food, so you set your bowl aside and curled up against him instead. He held you close, keeping his arm wrapped around your shoulders as he pulled you in tightly.

Your felt a little better curled up to his side, head resting against his shoulder as you drifted in and out of sleep. He was warm, giving you that comfort you needed as he held onto you close. Occasionally you'd hear him chuckle, which you hoped had to do with whatever he was watching and not the fact that you were sure you were snoring.

A cold sweat woke you up this time, making you pull away from Gator as your stomach twisted and turned in odd directions. You glanced at him for just a moment, noticing that he had somehow slipped into his sleep clothes at some point.

"You alright?" He asked as he brushed his palm across your back, rubbing softly as a bitter taste filled your mouth. You felt your eyes widen as you quickly stood, tripping over your own feet as you stumbled into the bathroom.

You made it just in time as you emptied the contents from your stomach into the toilet. You continued to gag for a moment, wishing that you could've shut the door first.

You felt his hands on your back before you heard his sweet reassurances. You held onto the counter for a moment, trying to catch your breath as you suddenly felt hot tears against your cheeks. This was not how you wanted your night with him to go.

"Hey," His voice was soft and warm, smooth like sugar as he continued to rub at your back. It was a little too hard, like he didn't know what he was doing, "It's alright. Just a little puke." He replied, like it was no big deal.

You wiped your mouth, sniffling as you flushed the toilet and sat back on your knees for a moment. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, listening to the sound of gagging from next to you.

"Fuck," Gator replied as he held his palm over his mouth, shaking his head quickly, "I'm sorry. Shit. Fuck, I'm fine. Really." He nodded his head, but looked a little pale as he rubbed at your back.

"You're fine," You replied as you sniffled, laughing once again as you shook your head, "I understand. I'm sorry. You shouldn't have seen that." You sighed as you stood onto shaky knees, gripping your toothbrush before you scrubbed your mouth clean.

"How about-," He began slowly as he adjusted your pajama shirt, covering up your exposed skin as his eyes met yours in the mirror, "I run a bath for you. How does that sound?"

You paused as you spit into the sink, satisfied that you could only taste mint as you slowly stood to look at him again. You nodded your head, feeling a little shy suddenly as he guided you upstairs.

His hand was warm in yours, strong as he held onto you tightly. Once you were inside the bathroom he got the water to the desired temperature before he slowly stripped you down.

His eyes still wandered, but not in a suggestive way. He admired you, making your heart thump roughly against your bones as he helped you into the tub.

You sank down into the water, sighing at the way the hot water massaged your tense muscles. Gator stood back for just a moment before he crawled in behind you.

He hummed softly before he pulled you back against him, pulling you close as he pressed his chest against your back. It was intimate, far more intimate than the times he'd been buried between your legs. You'd never had him be this sweet before, this caring.

You supposed your night wasn't all that bad after all.

[fairy-writes]

Hello! It’s my first time here and I just checked out the rules but let me know if messed up. Can I get jouno and Tecchou (if you write for him) with a Reader who acts like Makima? Minus the way she is with Denji since he’s a minor.

I hope this makes sense but I might be requesting more csm characters (Fixating on chainsaw man and Tecchou + Jouno at the same time )

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Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing(s): Saigiku Jouno x Reader

Suehiro Tecchou x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, Reader is shorter than both Jouno and Tecchou, Mentions of blood and gore

Notes: Since there are multiple characters, I’m doing HCs :)

I also haven’t read Chainsaw Man since the first arc ended, so I’m bound to get some stuff wrong. I’m using her Wiki page as a crutch, lol.

Also also, I wasn’t quite sure how to interpret your request, so I just gave Reader Makima’s powers :) (I tried giving the reader her personality, but I liked the personality the reader got instead, so it’s what I’m rolling with)

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Saigiku Jouno

You were a fascinating case to Jouno. 

You were the newest member of the Hunting Dogs, having been recruited by Captain Fukuchi after being a member of a black market organization not unlike the Port Mafia. 

Just… with less influence and money.

You were the resident interrogator of said organization, so it was no surprise that your expertise transitioned to the Hunting Dogs. 

It was also no surprise that, seeing as you were so good at your job, that you got along well with Jouno. 

So well, in fact, it was almost scary, according to the rest of the Hunting Dogs. 

Your Ability was also fascinating to him. To be able to control someone like that… He feared the day that it might be used on him. 

“Are you done yet?” Jouno knocks on the interrogation room door and peeks his head inside. He can hear the sounds of your victim gasping for air. 

“Almost. Just a few more moments, and I’ll have everything I need.” Comes your voice, and he huffs, 

“It’s taking you forever.” He says conversationally and hears the person you were “talking to” whimper as you shift in place. 

The sound of cracking bones fills the air, and the person cries out in agony. 

“Oh hush, I’m doing exactly what I’m told.” You shoot back, and he rolls his eyes.

“You’re just having fun, aren’t you?” At that, you laugh. 

“Oh, but of course!” He hangs his head and chuckles but leaves you to your work. He takes his post outside the door and just listens. 

Sounds of begging and crying get on his nerves, but he doesn’t say anything. He knows you’re getting what you want. Even if no one else can understand what’s being said, you can. And that’s all that matters. 

Soon enough, you step out of the interrogation room. Jouno can hear the rustling of fabric and the squishing of liquid as you wipe fluids off your hands. The scent of iron is strong, and he knows that you must’ve used your ability to extract any information you needed for your reports. 

“All done?” He asks and hears you whip out your phone. 

“Sure am. That’s the last one for today, too.” You say, and the typing noise coming from your phone lets him know that you’re likely texting Fukuchi to get the mess cleaned up. 

You were always very messy. 

Your shorter legs skip to keep up with his, and he slows his stride so you aren’t running just to keep up with him. Jouno can hear the passing of several cleanup workers and figures by the path you’re taking that you’re on your way to your room. 

He barely waits a moment before kicking off his boots as per your request, shutting the door behind him, and following you with socked feet into the ensuite bathroom. He can hear your clothes drop to the floor, but embarrassment was a thing of the past between you two.

The shower turns on, and you barely wait a moment before stepping under the stream of water. Meanwhile, Jouno picks up your bloodied uniform and steps out of the bathroom to find you new clothes. Your dorm room at the Hunting Dogs Headquarters is as familiar as his own. Everything is perfectly in place. Your clothes are color-coded from dark to light, your bed is neatly made, and it all smells of the mint room spray you use. 

Everything in your dorm is perfectly controlled. Hell, Jouno might even be part of that. But he can’t bring himself to care all that much. 

Suehiro Tecchou

This is a similar backstory to Jouno’s HCs :) 

You were formerly part of a criminal organization that is now a part of the Hunting Dogs. 

But the difference in this is that you are watched by Tecchou instead of Jouno (duh, Fairy, get to the writing already!)

That being the main change, how you go about your interrogation is incredibly different. 

Tecchou teaches you to be gentle with your victims. 

Well… As gentle as your ability can be. 

You went for more mental manipulation rather than physical this time. 

You’re already waiting for Tecchou by the time he arrives to escort you to your office to finish your reports. The door to the interrogation room is shut, but he can hear the sounds of someone crying inside. As iron-willed as he is, it still makes his heart ache. 

At least you didn’t break them physically. That’s what Jouno would’ve done and he had always hated his fellow Hunting Dog’s cruel tactics.

“Did you get everything you needed?” He asked, and you hummed, nodding absentmindedly.

“Of course I did.” You say simply and he jerks his head for you to follow him. You do so without complaint. Teruko passes you two with a wave as she goes to escort the victim to the vans where he’ll be transported to prison until his trial. 

You report to Captain Fukuchi while Tecchou waits outside the door. Soon enough, you are dismissed and hold Tecchou’s hand as you head back to your shared dorm. The scent of juniper fills his nose, and he finds himself relaxing in your presence. 

You always did have this effect on him. Whether it was your Ability or not was unknown, but he didn’t care to find out. If you controlled him, you controlled him. He didn’t mind. 

[whore-era]

clockwork

joel miller x fem!reader

smut, angst, slight fluff

summary: in which you open up about your trauma to joel. in turn, he shows you how much he cares for you, in more ways than one.

warnings: discussion of abandonment issues/trauma, minor discussion of familial death, mentions malnutrition/hypothermia, reader experiences a panic attack

contains smut: kissing, fingering

minors, those under 18, do not interact/read this fanfic. 18+ only.

(let me know if i miss any more necessary warnings ty baes)

a/n: hiii so this is my first time in a very long time writing fanfiction, especially smut! so im very open to constructive criticism and feedback :))) please let me know if u enjoy this and would like more from me!! also i got this idea from my boyfriend (bless his heart) so LOL the plot might be weird but anyways enjoy &lt;3

word count: 2,185

clockwork. it was like clockwork the way your body forced you awake every night.

every night, you woke up from your sleep and turned around to face joel. you placed your hand on his chest, on his heart, and counted his heartbeat for a full minute. after then, you would be reassured that he’s okay. he’s alive. he’s with you. 

of course, he’s never woken up when you did this. and you wanted to keep it that way. it would be embarrassing if he found out what you did, and it’d be too much to explain why you needed to do it in the first place. 

this routine began when you first landed in jackson. 

covered in thick grime and muck, you passed out on the soft snow in front of the town’s gates. maria told you that the guards thought you were one of the infected and almost took you down. she was the one who approached your unconscious body first.

your skin was pallor, and you were thin and weak. they didn’t even know if you’d make it through the night, as malnourishment and hypothermia had overtaken you severely. it took you almost three weeks to fully recover, well, in the physical sense. 

the horrors of what you experienced outside those gates stuck with you. you developed a fear of being alone. of course, being alone for almost a year would do that to someone. the uneasy silence, the feeling of nothingness, and the thought of being abandoned again is what distresses you.

pushing those fears to the side, you imagined they could be conquered if you just put yourself out there again. 

this was how you fell in love with the infamous joel miller.

known as jackson’s dedicated grump, you’ve always had an eye for the older, reserved miller brother. it wasn’t until he strolled into the town’s clinic with a scratched-up face and a bruised shoulder that you realized he was not as bad as everyone sought him out to be.

on a weekly basis, he came in with a gash or a mark that needed tending to, which always led to a small, conversation as you intently fixed him up. joel finally mustered up the courage to ask you on a proper date on one of those days, which led you right to this moment. 

staring at the clock. 

the red glow of the number ‘3:00’ luminesced against your face. uneasiness settled into your stomach. 

it was like your body could sense something was off. there wasn’t usually a silence, you could always hear the soft breaths of sleep coming from joel, even when you’re facing away from him. but there was nothing.

with apprehension, you turned over. to your terror, joel’s spot beside you was vacant. the outline of his figure dented into the soft mattress beneath you. 

the air sucked out of your lungs. “j-joel?”, you called out. nothing. “jo-joel? are you in there?”

your body acted before your mind did, and you got up. you walked over to the bathroom to check if he was in there. empty.

you struggled to breathe and your eyes shot around the room, frantically checking signs of his presence in the space around you. 

“joel!”, you cried out, “joel!”

was joel okay? where was he? did he leave? did he need you? what if he needed help?

you didn’t know when the room began spinning, or when your heart began to beat faster, all you cared about was knowing if joel was okay.

you needed to know.

tears flooded your eyes. you didn’t know if he was in danger, or if he needed your help, and you felt useless. 

“sorry, lovebug, tommy came knockin’ on the door to cancel tomorrow’s patrol-”, joel made eye contact, concern immediately veiling his face. “hey, baby, what’s wrong?” 

he rushed over to where you were standing, his hands cupping your cheeks and searching your face for any signs of injury. your glossy eyes looked up at him, and your hands went over to cup his neck, slowly trailing down to his chest. even beneath the soft fabric of his shirt, you could feel joel’s heart.

one, two, three, four, five, si-

“baby? what are you doin’?”

“i-i need to check,” your voice came out shaky, tears rolling down your cheeks, “i need to check i-if you’re o-okay, that you’re actually a-alive.”

joel’s eyes softened, and his arms wrapped around your frame. your face buried into him, ear against his chest, and you could hear it. his heart. beating rhythmically. beating for you.

and finally, that was when you felt the air enter back into your lungs. you let out a choked sob that you were holding in. the tears came flooding. the sounds of your cries muffled against his warm body and you held him tight, afraid that he would slip away from you. 

leading you both towards the edge of the bed, joel sat you both down and he held you into him tighter, gently rocking you back and forth as you cried.

joel had an idea that you were holding some things back from him. he knew that there were some wounds that had yet to heal. 

it was evident in the way you hesitated and held your tongue whenever the topic of your family came up or when people asked how you ended up all alone in the first place. joel could tell you saw some things out there, things that visited you in your nightmares. but he never wanted to pry, he knew eventually that you would open up to him, as he did when you asked about sarah. 

joel pulled away, looking down at your face, his thumb stroking your cheek. “i’m okay, darlin’,” he cooed, “i’m right here. always will be.”

you nodded, “i k-know, i just had to check.”

his eyes met yours, “is that why you been doin’ that thing every night?”

you closed your eyes in embarrassment. unbeknownst to you, joel had in fact been awake to know that you check his heartbeat every night. you wanted nothing more than to burrow into the earth’s darkness and never come out, but you know you had to eventually tell joel. you just didn’t think it��d be so soon. 

calm and relaxed, you nodded, “yes.”

“why, baby?” 

fiddling with your fingers and taking a deep breath, you looked up into his brown eyes. “because…i used to be scared of being alone. a year before i ended up here, in jackson, i was with my mom and my older sister.”

your voice began to shake and you felt your eyes brimming with tears. joel’s hands held onto yours as you spoke. “we ran away from the QZ in utah. it was a terrible place. so my mom took me and my sister and we left in the middle of the night. while we were camped out in the forest, they went to go hunting for food, and told me to wait,” you started crying again, “i waited for 8 days.”

joel’s heart sank. the realization hit him, you were alone for a year before showing up here. 

“i ended up trying to go back to the QZ in utah, but i saw them. they were both gone. i guess soldiers from the QZ were sent to find my mom. she was the only doctor there, and she was valuable. but instead they just..killed them,” you whispered the last part, closing your eyes, “my mom and my sister died so we could escape. so, i just continued on by myself until i ended up here.”

joel, heartbroken, took you in his arms once again, holding onto you tight. it made sense to him now. all the times he saw you, you were always with someone. you just needed to physically be present and with another person, to make you forget the horrors of what happened.

“i’m so sorry, angel,” joel spoke into your hair, giving your head a small kiss, “but you’ll never be alone again, not as long as you’re here with me.”

you pulled away and looked up at him, “joel,” you hesitated, “ever since i met you, my fear of being alone turned into fear of losing you.”

your confession made joel’s heart skip a beat. “i love you, joel.”

your lips gently made their way toward his and your arms encircled his neck. you both kiss each other with softness and sweetness until a whimper escapes the back of your throat, craving more. craving him. 

joel pulls away, afraid he might be going too fast with you especially after you just opened up about something so personal and traumatic, “maybe we can continue this tomorrow, sweetheart. should get some sleep.”

“i don’t want to sleep just yet,” your eyes searching his face, “i want to just..i want to feel you. i want to be with you. i want to be here with you.” 

you both look at each other for a second, before your lips crash into each others again. your tongue rubbed against his, gaining a deep moan from joel. his hands went to your hips, where he hoisted you up onto his lap and stood up, your legs wrapping around his waist. your lips made their way towards his neck, peppering soft kisses down his jawline and sucking softly above his collarbone. 

“let me make you feel good. i just want to feel you,” you kissed down his chest as your feet untangled from around his waist, your legs standing up. your hands went down to the waistband of his pajama pants and you went to kneel down before him, before he stopped you.

“no, darlin’. let me make you feel good,” joel pushed you against the bed, your back landing on the soft blankets, "tonight is gonna be about you."

he laid next to you, his lips meeting yours with one hand going over the curves of your body. his hand hovered over your breast, his fingers rubbing and pinching at your nipple. you whimpered against his lips, wetness pooling in your panties.

“god, you’re ’s gorgeous,” he whispered against your lips. his hands trailed down to the edge of your panties. you bucked your hips up, your body needing release. “please, joel.” you begged, spreading your legs apart. 

“please, what?” 

“please touch me.”

“touch you where?” 

“please, touch my pussy.”

“atta girl.” joel’s hands went inside your panties, his fingers rubbing at the entrance of your slit, soaking them up. “look at you. soaking wet, all for me.” you nodded, “all for you.”

joel’s fingers spread your pussy, and he used one to rub on your clit, eliciting a soft moan from you. he smirked, and rubbed your soaking clit in soft circles, the slick sound of the wetness echoing throughout the room. 

he added a second finger, building the pressure on your pussy. “let me hear you, sweet girl,” he cooed as his fingers did figure 8’s against your clit. a moan escaped your lips as your eyes closed and your head fell back in pleasure. 

“that’s my sweet girl.”

joel added a third finger, massaging your sopping, wet pussy. “yes, joel, god yes.”

his fingers went down to your entrance, your juices leaking out from you. joel inserted two fingers, gently pumping them in and out of you. they were sliding in and out so easily, lubricated with your sweet, sweet wetness. 

“fuck, baby, you feel so good,” joel murmured, curling his fingers inside of you. oh god, you could pass out any second. you felt lightheaded, drowning in immense pleasure. 

as joel’s thick fingers were sliding in and out of your pussy, the pad of his thumb began slow and soft circles against your swollen clit. you felt the orgasm begin to build in your stomach. 

“oh my god, joel, i’m gonna-“ his pace began to go a little faster, “yes, baby, stay like that.” you breathed out.

“go ‘head, sweet girl,” joel whispered softly, “cum for me.” your pussy tightened around his fingers, and a wave of ecstasy washed over you as your juices poured over his hand.

joel’s hand came up to his mouth and he sucked his fingers clean, making your face heat up. he quickly got up and told you to stay put, and he left and came back with a towel, cleaning you up.

getting into bed, joel put the duvet over both of your bodies. you laid down on his chest, with him wrapping his arm around you and his hand stroking your hair. 

“angel?”

“hm?”, you hummed, looking up at him. his eyes were already on you with a look of adoration. 

“i love you, more than you know,” joel whispered, “and you’ll never lose me, as long as you’ll have me.” 

and with that, he kissed you on top of your head and laid his head back, closing his eyes to fall back into slumber. 

you, in turn, closed your eyes to sleep. finally feeling at peace and confidence, knowing that you’ll always have joel miller with you, at your side. 

[rems-writing]

Tall manwich

@yourfatherlucifer yes there's a two-for-one deal for these fics. Plus, I need to write in features other than the characters from OUAT. So thanks for this. Also, thanks for the title name lol

Trope: dancer!Yunho x chauffeur!reader featuring dancer!BM

BM is a kpop solo artist who is also part of the group KARD.

Includes: gn!reader, mention of a size kink but it won't be overly sexual, slight angst, reader being cursed at by fans, reader gets hurt, mentions of blood, protective Yunho and BM

I wanna point that not all fans are like this! But this is the unfortunate reality idols must face every day. ENJOY THE FIC NONETHELESS :D

Another day, another dollar, and another batch of fans swarming around you and Yunho. The bodyguards were actually doing their job well!

These fans just like being bold. That's it.

They went from yelling and complaining to actual punching the bodyguards in their arms with their weak fists. You didn't understand how rowdy a celebrity's fans were until you were hired by Yunho's manager to drive him everywhere he goes.

From the grocery store to the studio he dances in, you had the routine on lockdown. You just had to get used to the fact that fans have nothing to do with their time other than find out where Yunho will be at this point in time of the day. As you kept your head down and walked alongside Yunho, the swarm of fans decided to switch tactics.

By aiming for you.

They pointed their cameras at you, called you names, cussed you out, told you to stay away from their beloved Jeong Yunho, and even resorted to physical violence.

From pulling on your hair

To straight up punching you

They laughed and called you weak as you doubled over in pain yet you kept walking. The bodyguards noticed and they became twice as aggressive in shoving the fans backwards. Yunho noticed and he tried to help but you held your hand up and reassured him that you were fine.

That broke Yunho's heart.

Ever since you got hired as his chauffeur, you've been receiving nothing but utter shit. From the fans and even down to some of his staff. The bodyguards were ok with you. He knew you could handle yourself yet he still felt this need to protect you. You've done so much for him. He wanted to give back.

After arriving at the venue, he saw you dart off to the nearest medical staff to have your wounds treated and his heart hurt even more. He refused to go with staff to get his hair and makeup done and even stood in the middle of the venue.

Yunho never got angry. He was the sweetest man alive. However, after seeing you get hurt, he wasn't feeling sweet right now. Some of the staff tried to coax him into the dressing room with fake reassurance that you were fine, but one glare from him had their words dying down in their throat and dispersing so he could be left alone. His manager saw this and asked gently if Yunho wanted to see you, to which he gave one simple nod firm to. His manager pointed to a room with a red cross sign hanging above the door, indicating you were in there. His long legs strided over to the room and he walked in.

You got punched in the face. Specifically, right on your mouth. Your lip was busted and split open but it wasn't severe enough to where your teeth were falling out nor were you spitting up blood. Yunho admired your strong will yet almost cried when he saw how disheveled you looked. You always made sure to look your best and thanks to those fans, your hard work was ruined.

Your hair was all over the place, your suit was wrinkled and stained due to a fan purposefully spilling a beverage on you, and your hands were shaking. It was a sign that your anxiety raised. Yunho immediately rushed over to you and held your hands gently. They practically disappeared underneath his huge hands and you looked at him with misty eyes. You were on the verge of crying.

He didn't like that.

"Shh. It's ok, bub. You'll be ok." Yunho reassured you quietly as he kissed your forehead. He cared for you so much. It made you wonder what you did to deserve it. Another presence entered the room and the both of you looked up to see another man and his staff.

"I was told you were in here. Are they ok?" The new man asked as he nodded at you. Yunho smiled slightly before nodding.

"They will be, BM."

BM, or Big Matthew, was a longtime friend of Yunho's. They used to be dance rivals, but tonight, they share the stage together. As BM sat down beside you, he beckoned his staff over to fix up your hair so it wouldn't get in the way of your face and the blood from your lip wouldn't stain it. He got a good look at you and his eyes widened in familiarity.

"No fucking way! Y/N L/N?!"

You smiled weakly as BM said your name with such enthusiasm.

"Hi, Matty. It's been a long time." You said shyly and he hugged you tightly yet carefully. Yunho was confused as to how BM knew you. BM saw the confusion on Yunho's face and he explained it to him.

"We used to go to elementary school together. They would protect me from my bullies."

Yunho smiled to himself as he envisioned a tiny version of you fending off this man's bullies when he was younger.

"By the time we got to middle school, we broke apart. I moved cities and never saw them again. Until today!"

BM's and Yunho's smiles were so bright that you thought you were going to go blind. You forgot your pain and recalled memories of you and BM in your youth while BM's staff fixed your hair and even picked out casual clothes for you to change into so they could iron your suit.

Alas, it was time for them to go on stage. You decided to stay in the medical room and watch from a monitor that the venue's employees provided you with. You wished them the best of luck.

---------------------------------------------------

The show ended and it was time for you to drive both Yunho and BM back to the hotel. BM happened to stay in the same hotel as Yunho and even stayed on the same floor! He just had a different room of course.

After changing into your suit and putting on a face mask so you could cover your busted lip, you waited for the two men to arrive. Once they did, you proceeded to go out first but Yunho held you back.

You were now sandwiched in between these two tall buildings God called men. Your face heated up due to being flustered upon seeing the sheer size differences between the three of you.

"You're not going out there first, bub. Hate me at the end of the day, but I'm protecting." Yunho whispered deeply in your ear while BM nodded in agreement.

"He's right. You finna stay in between our big tiddies until we reach your car. Got it?"

WHY THE FUCK DID HE HAVE TO PHRASE IT LIKE THAT?!

Yunho snickered a bit while you sighed loudly.

"Ok fine."

From there, you stayed like that. Sandwiched in between these two men. The only time you got a break was when they had to sit in the back seat while you drove them.

Even when you arrived at the hotel, you still stayed sandwiched in between them. You had to suffer through their man boobs suffocating you when you entered the elevator and went up to your floor. After the elevator arrived, you exited and walked to your room.

Or tried to at least.

You ended up staying in Yunho's room, where the three of you laid on Yunho's bed. Their big bodies squished you and you felt more flustered than before.

Will BM most likely be in that bed with you and Yunho for the entire night?

Yes.

That's how much they cared for you.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello!!, can we get a part two of blue diamond reader but this time she moved on finding out that pink diamond gave her life for her child and now reader is the guardian/mother of her sisters child. But then one day the child then got attacked by the same god that shattered her dearest sister but the god has an army trying to conquer readers palace so out of rage reader most literally deleted their entire existence without of course feeling her pain and anguish to them, affecting the other gods that's watching this unfold cause the fight took in the middle of a god meeting🧍‍♀️ after the fight reader just went back to spoiling her child lowkey panicking if he got hurt.

And out of lol's i imagine some gods would come up to her kneeling down on one knee and just say "Marry me" simultaneously (for comedic effect) i also imagine that she's taller than most gods cause i saw that blue diamond is actually a giant women🤩 anyway that's all!! You're carrying the ROR fandom by writing these fics❤️‼️

My sweet darling, you’re gonna give me a big ass head with your sweet words!! When I read your request I almost literally cried! You’re so kind!!

-It had been years since Pink had been shattered, years since your heart had been shattered.

-You had hid yourself away, hiding your pain, your sorrow, until news came, news of Pink.

-She had been shattered, that part was true, but she was shattered saving the life of her child, choosing to give her own to keep her son safe.

-The young child was small, smaller than Pink was when she was only a child, but seeing him, seeing your Pink in this child, your heart soared with pure joy.

-With no hesitation whatsoever, you adopted your nephew, raising him with compassion, educating him on anything he wanted to learn, and being the parental figure that he always wanted to have, as he had been living in an orphanage until his powers bloomed, Pink’s powers.

-To celebrate the one-year anniversary of this reunion, you decided to hold a ball and everyone, humans and gods, showed up to help you celebrate.

-Many were put at ease, seeing you smiling so warmly, seeing the child you now cared for so tenderly, a few were a bit jealous, wanting some of your affection for themselves, but this party was for you and your nephew.

-You were speaking to several of the gods when a loud crash was heard and your eyes widened, seeing a large god, one you recognized as the one who had shattered Pink!

-He had escaped after he was being sent to prison, vanishing and you were in anguish that none could find him.

-Behind him was an army of other warriors, ones that wanted to kill the gods, and kill any trace of the Diamond Goddesses.

-Their mistake was going after your nephew, in an instant, your power exploded, sending everyone in attendance to their knees, overwhelmed by your emotions and with one swipe of your hand, the gods and his minions were gone, immediately being turned to dust.

-Jaws were dropped all over, gawking in awe over your breathtaking power, turning to you to see you near tears, holding your nephew, demanding to know if he was okay, only worried about him, and not batting a single eyelash at the gods you just singlehandedly destroyed with one move.

-Once you were calmed down, you heard several voices shout out in unison, “‘MARRY ME!!’” you turned, eyes wide, seeing Hercules, Thor, Loki, Raiden, Lu Bu, Ares, Zeus, Rudra, and Chuck, God of Accounting, all kneeling before you, staring up at you, holding up a hand to you, proposing to you.

-You froze, your mind completely shutting down as you gaped at the mass proposal, unable to process that they all just proposed to you.

[bsgpiece]

I love your artwork and ideas of Sanami! That evening date one feels like inspiration for a good fanfic. 😄

If there was a love confession between the two of them how do you think it will go? I love to hear your thoughts!

First of all, sorry for taking so long for answering! I really wanted to make an art for this, but I didn't like any of my attempts, so I guess I still have to get better for this!

Well, second... THANK YOUUUU 😭😭�� That makes so happy, being able to share my art and thoughts and knowing there are people who appreciates them is so heartwarming.

Feel free to write a fanfic about it if you want! Hahaha I'd love to read any SaNami fics 🫶🏻

About love confessions.. Oh, that really gets me. I have this HUGE headcanon (almost an hyperfixation lol) they confessed their love to each other after Whole Cake Island. Yes, I know it's almost a cliché for them, but I still have some details in mind I haven't found in any fanfictions I read until now.

I love the idea of Nami feeling really guilty about not realizing Sanji's true intentions, but still feeling angry for all that happened. Sanji even though was really happy to be back, didn't know how to act around Nami.

They would be weird around each other for a day or two, until one night Nami decides to go after him to talk. Well, there is when my imagination goes wild lol

I wish I have the skill to write a fanfiction about this, but to summarize.. Nami would find Sanji looking like he just cried recently, or maybe still crying. She would feel even more guilty and angrier when he denies it, which will lead to a huge discussion. And I mean huge.

Nami would say everything in her mind. All the good and bad things she thinks about him, about herself (she'll just avoid the use of the "love" word, of course. She's not really ready for admitting such feelings). Things could get physical, breaking stuff, Nami really getting over Sanji, pulling and pushing him over, not knowing whether to get away or closer to him.

We know Sanji, right? He'd be very confused. But he is no fool. A small flame of hope would grow inside his heart. Could Nami actually have romantic feelings for him?

He is more honest to his feelings when it comes to love, specially to Nami. He wasn't sure how she would react, but he tought she already was so mad at him, what did he have to loose? So yes, I believe he would be the first to actually say it. But say it without heart eyes or nosebleeds. Holding her firmly, yet gently, so she wouldn't run from him. Say the "I love you, Nami-san" that really send shivers down her spine, made her legs feel weak and her heart racing.

Nami wouldn't react at first. She would just look at him for a few seconds, not realizing she actually start crying even more than she already was during their fight. When Sanji was starting to think he might shouldn't have done it, she grabs him by his collar and BAM, HOLLYWOOD KISS! 🤣 Really really intense kiss, yes.

Why? Because they would lose theirselves in each other's touch, not really having to think all those feelings through. Just feel them!

After several minutes, they'll have to stop at some point and face each other again. This time feeling a lot lighter than before, she'll finally say "I love you too, Sanji-kun".

Well, you can imagine it however you'd like from now on. I still have more headcanons over this, a few really NSFW 🫣 however, it already became such a long post, I'm sorry.. I get so excited about those two! Hope it made any sense for you guys 🤣🤣

Thank you so much if you read until here! Love to answer your questions 💖

[sillyunicorn]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers 💫

thank you @mostlymaudlin for the tag <3 tagging @facewithoutheart @martsonmars @cutestkilla and @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

68! Which is…wild. Six of them are songs though.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

126,027 - dang!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Primarily the simon snow series and all for the game. I recently got into young royals so a few there as well, plus one each for a couple other shows I like.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Like rory my top 5 are all andreil! aftg has a large and voracious readership. Better than Sex (4k, T) / Eating Well (1k, T) / Needing/Getting (3k, T) / Friendly Neighborhood Vamp (.5k, T) / Soak up the Sun (.5k, T)

Rest under the cut!

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Usually yes! Sometimes I go through spells of not replying…but I’m grateful for every single kudos and comment, it’s amazing and wonderful <3

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

This is tough bc i love me a happy ending and i don’t really do angst anyway lmao. My joke answer is my crack andreil fic Monday, but maybe the real answer is my snowbaz fic+song Breakable bc I left off before things get fully resolved (but it is clearly hopeful imo).

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

The happiEST?? Hmmm. I think my overall Happiest fic might be like, Mon Chou? And Better than Sex. both of those are just like, gooey with happiness. And both have happy endings so I’ll say one of them. Actually from a different approach I’ll say my time loop fic has the happiest ending bc it’s probably the angstiest thing I’ve written haha so the ending is such a relief. 

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have not!! Super grateful for everyone who leaves lovely warm positive comments on my work <3333 

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Not on my own LOL. i do have some M/E fics in my works though thanks to some collabs (see Q13 lol) <3

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I have not! I think about it sometimes….it’s just usually hard for me to imagine a world where all my blorbos live, even though I almost only write AUs…a mystery

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, which is wild!!! I think several of my Vandrew fics and BtS have been translated into russian. Thank you translators, you’re incredible. 

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

Yes!! This was one of my most fun and treasured early fandom experiences with @facewithoutheart and @martsonmars <3 published results include The Chain (i was really just losing my mind in the doc while christina wrote tbh) and The Muse’s Waking which is probably the weirdest thing I’ve ever (partially) written hahah

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Making me chooooooose ugh. Idk man i reread a snowbaz fic today and almost cried and they were my first fandom love so today i’m going to say them <3 

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I recently picked up a fic i abandoned 2 years ago so now i’m like well never say never! But one that’s in my “this is in the past now” pile that i was just thinking about is my andreil Alex Rider (TV) AU. i actually had an idea for how to get around the bit i was stuck on while rewatching Alex Rider the other day sooo…. But likely still abandoned

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think, somewhat incongruously, 1) writing concisely and 2) setting a mood. I think both these things are true in say Weightless (andreil, 1k, T).

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

PLOT. plot is so hard. That’s too broad of an answer so i’ll say, keeping multiple storylines/arcs progressing at once. I don’t do it much. It’s a fun challenge though. I usually write little one-shot, single-conflict fics bc that comes easier for me. 

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Love it. Not fluent in any other language enough to really do it justice but i’d like to.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I think i wrote some hp and some jane austen fic before i ever got into Fandom Proper lol. First published fandom was for the Simon Snow Series <3

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I think the one i’ve gone back to the most is Weightless. I set it in one of my favorite IRL places and it has tender blood drinking so. How could I beat that, really?

[kingwuko]

Hello! If you are still accepting asks: What is your favorite fic you've written? Why is it your favorite? Was any part of the writing process of that fic difficult for you? You are one of my absolute favorite authors so thank you for sharing your amazing talent with us!!!

Ohhh I'm ALWAYS accepting asks (seriously sometimes I feel like I'm begging people to send them lol)

Okay I really am proud of Secret. I'm going to say it's my favorite for the sake of this ask but I love all my fics equally. (I'm not just saying that 🤣) they're all special to me and I like the different stories I've been telling. But Secret really was amazing to write.

As for why? I've had the story in my head since I read Ruins of the Empire and the story itself is really special to me because I had been thinking about it for so long. I also was working through some of my own internal stuff through Wu's journey. I made online friends because of this fic and it got so many other Wuko shippers talking to me more; here and in discord. It was just so much fun to write and I'm really happy with how the whole story turned out!!! And the reception to it was just like. Heartwarming. I think I almost cried the first time I got an ask requesting a preview of the next chapter. Also. Not to get too sappy. But. It's my first finished longfic and finishing it felt like hard proof that my mental health had improved drastically (I had a very hard time during the pandemic. I started writing again once I got my mental health under control).

Writing Secret I certainly had moments where I struggled, and it was mostly related to the sex scenes. I've talked about this before but I had some struggles at first with some of the language I used to describe the different sex acts that were happening. But I had a very helpful beta reader and friend point out what I was doing and how to change my language AND very importantly gave me a mlm perspective to help me. Then I got SUPER in my head about the sex in the 6th chapter and I struggled with getting the words out. But as silly as it might sound, it was actually really important that I wrote the sex scenes explicitly (instead of, say, fade to black or whatever) because there was A LOT going on in Wu's head and character development during the actual sex. Also I like reading and writing sex scenes. 🤷

Besides the sex scenes. I did have to rewrite chapter 8. I wrote the whole fic really early on in my posting process, but I made tons of changes and edits. And when I edited chapter 7 I made a big change (the love confession was originally in ch 8 but those boys just couldn't wait that long I guess) and that changed the whole tone of chapter eight. I literally started from a blank page lol.

Thank you so so so much for the ask and the compliment and for reading!!! I know I write for myself but it's so heartwarming to hear that others actually like what I'm putting out there! It's also very good motivation for me to KEEP writing so please reach out anytime you want to talk about Wuko or my fics or whatever!!! There have been several occasions where I answered an ask and it inspired me to write some more so please don't be shy!!!

[suneeater]

odd bnha headcanons!

✎a/n: we had so much fun with these!! they're all just harmless headcanons that we thought of one day while joking around, so we thought to share them since we currently don't have time to write much^^

✰warnings: slightly nsfw

𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐢.

she is a huge vocaloid fan, but her favourite is hatsune miku!

mei has tried to make several miku-bots in the past to try and replicate her, but none have managed to reach the divinity that is hatsune miku herself.

she will continue to try and make the perfect miku.

𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐨.

mirio cries at sad pet commercials. all of them. even if they're completely and utterly horrible.

for example, that tiktok audio with the odd voiced-over dog: "I'm in heaven now!"... he cries at that too.

there could be a robbery going on, but that sounds more like a job for the police in his opinion. he's too busy scaling a tree to save a cat.

𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢.

he is a league-of-legends player

often plays with shigaraki, but he has absolutely no idea.

his online personality is the complete opposite from his usual self, and his every other word is a profanity.

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚.

everyone looks up to a hero, but her idols are the dallas cowboy cheerleaders.

her secret passion is knitting!

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐨.

sero refuses to set things like keys and his wallet down, so he uses his tape to stick them to the wall! can't lose something that you taped to the wall, now can you?

if he doesn't have pockets, he just tapes stuff on himself or kaminari.

has taped kaminari to the door once. aizawa just sighed deeply and told them to pay for a new one, because they broke it while trying to get denki off the door.

𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢.

denki has a relatively popular tumblr account!

one of the things he posts on there is fanfiction and "headcanons" about the heroes from his generation (mostly his friends; there are a LOT of bakugou and sero scenarios)

(kaminari denki is the secret fourth mod of suneeater?! /j)

people comment things like: "wow these feel so accurate! its like you actually know dynamight lol"' and kaminari just giggles in his room, kicking his feet on his bed

he's also really good at writing. like... really good. there is a popular theory that he's a famous YA author undercover, when really he has just absorbed different writing styles. he's read more books than his classmates might assume^^

he has anime girl cardboard cutouts and obsessively plays dating simulators! his favourite ones are mystic messenger (down bad for 707 and ZEN) and doki doki literature club! (really likes yuri!! she likes literature just as much as he does)

𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

has an only fans and she is thriving on there.

she could post a photo of herself wrapped up in a winter jacket, but her fans would eat it up, no complaints!

𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬.

his friends joke that he is totally into trees. he has neither confirmed nor denied this accusation.

if you cut him open, you can count the rings inside to see how old he is.

𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬.

he has a nest in his apartment. no further explanation needed.

𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫.

just like his hair and facial hair, endeavor can turn his pubes into flames.

𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚.

aizawa listens to weird asmr to help him sleep.

his favourites include "kawaii catgirl meows you to sleep :3 no speaking!" and "cat purring sounds 12 hours"

he slides his phone into his pillows case and he's asleep almost immediately.

he absolutely owns a flask.

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

often comes out with a bunch of books and other trinkets that just don't have any value at all, just have his face plastered on it.

all might is a self help book author. most of the advice inside is something along the lines of "just smile!"

he often says "if you’re poor, just work harder" and cannot comprehend why poverty exists

if he didn’t suffer erectile dysfunction, all might would exclaim "I am arriving!" during sex

he’s got nasty yellow toenails like a true old man

which is how the all might pedicure arc starts

he asks midoriya to help him with it because he can't even bend down enough anymore:

‘deku… call my podiatrist. the number is on the fridge’

[the fridge covered in drawings and letters most of it is midoriya's fanmail. you can't even see the actual fridge.]

he wrote the number on the back of a drawing izuku made him - he uses midoriya's fanmail as paper - he knows he's gonna write more anyway

all might unironically makes poems, but they're super bad.

here's a sneak peek from his upcoming poetry collection "Always All Might, Never No Might."

꧁the sea is blue and the people cheer as i come down to swoop and save them the villain falls to his knees tears falling from his eyes i cough up some blood time is running out.꧂☆

[kradogsrats]

not really related to anything but if you are looking for a free writing platform that is not Google Docs, I am really enjoying novlr after abandoning iCloud Notes in a fit of rage after it lost several hours of work like three times in a row

it's got a nice, clean UI, a good organization system, and it also pops up these cute little encouraging notifications when you hit daily word count milestones or maintain a streak of writing every day, which I think you can even configure what your daily goals are if you're into that kind of thing??? I think it also has some kind of integration with NaNoWriMo but again I'm not into that so I didn't look hard

but most importantly for me it has rich text formatting (NOT markdown, I fucking HATE markdown) that copy/pastes BEAUTIFULLY into AO3, like I did not have to correct ANYTHING... you don't even want to know the shit I was going through to format the garbage coming out of iCloud, like it would take an hour in an HTML editor to clean up 5k words, and then novlr's output is like 99.5% PERFECTLY clean HTML I almost cried

the downsides are that it does not have an app, and while it looks like they've made a lot of effort to have the mobile browser version be just as usable I haven't personally tried it enough to be like "yes this is 100% a good option for phone writing" bc I write less on my phone now, and some features like spell/grammar check are locked behind a paid account... but I wasn't getting spellcheck from iCloud Notes either so I personally lost nothing there, I just don't check spelling until right before posting lol

ANYWAY recommend if you do browser-based writing and hate Google Docs but are not serious business enough for Scrivener or the other heavy-duty paid shit

[crowandmoonwriting]

Get To Know My OCs

Thank you for the tag @elshells! This looks like so much fun!

For this, I'll be using Aderyn and the Usurper (referred to also as the King), from my WIP On Crimson Wings. I'm very excited to show off their dynamic and their personalities. I'm not used to writing second-person POV, but I'll do my best lol.

The tavern is warm, filled with the fragrances of mead, ale, rosemary, and roasting meat. It is a welcome respite from the frigid Merovyn winter outside, and you settle in comfortably to meet the King and his closest advisor. They come in promptly, two tall, handsome men of long shining hair and brilliant eyes, their pale cheeks flushed and ruddied, snow glimmering in their hair and on their winter cloaks.

Aderyn is unmistakable, a slender young man of ruby-red hair and large, thoughtful (almost fearful) eyes. His tunic is the same colour as his eyes, rich emerald velvet, edged in simple gold embroidery. His eyes seldom leave the King at his side. He is expectant, nervous, and all the gossip you have heard about his looks are true. He is a beauty, androgynous, graceful. You notice the King does not look away from Aderyn either.

The King himself is clad like a thief, in worn blackened leathers, with a shortsword at his waist and a simple knife strapped to his thigh. He wears a wolfish smile, guarded but charming, and he says something quietly to Aderyn which makes him blush. The King's regality shows in his bearing, in the obvious strength of his slim but muscular physique, and in his characteristic raven hair. As he finally spots you, you see his strange violet eyes are filled with many colours, sparks of fire like those in the depths of an opal. They match the opal ring on his right hand.

They approach, and after ordering (juniper mead for Aderyn, blackberry mead for the King), they settle in for the interview.

1. Are you named after anyone?

The King: No. I was named after several virtues in my mother tongue, as is customary among my people. Whether or not I embody such virtues is...up to debate. {he smirks}

Aderyn: My name comes from the ancient Merovynian word for red topaz.

The King {looks at Aderyn's hair fondly}: I wonder why.

2. When was the last time you cried?

The King: The King doesn't cry! {laughs} Like three days ago.

Aderyn: Oh, well...maybe three days ago.

3. Do you have kids?

The King: Oh no! I'm not what you call the marrying kind, if you catch my drift.

Aderyn: The marrying kind? I suppose I'm not either. {he and the king share a look, as though they're sharing a secret}

The King: And it would be unkind, wouldn't it, for the poor thing to be born a bastard? I wouldn't want to do that to a child, at least in this country.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

The King: Never! Do I look like the kind of man who would be sarcastic? {he says this with a heavy dose of sarcasm}

Aderyn: Now and again, especially when His Majesty teases me.

The King: Oh, it's all in good fun, huh? {he slings his arm around Aderyn, who blushes}

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

The King: Their outfits, of course!

Aderyn: Their eyes.

6. What's your eye color?

Aderyn: Green.

The King: {blinks, fluttering his eyelashes} Many colours, so I'm told, but mostly violet.

7. Scary Stories or Happy Endings?

Aderyn: Happy endings, certainly.

The King: Scary stories with happy endings! I like a bit of adventure, a bit of danger, you know? Suppose I wouldn't be king if I didn't, eh?

8. Any special talents?

Aderyn: I am a fair horseman.

The King: He's being modest. He's the most brilliant horseman I've ever had the honour of meeting. Horses adore him, and his seat is perfect.

Aderyn: {blushes} Really, Your Majesty.

The King: I'm not so modest! I'm an excellent swordsman. I've never been bested. {he taps the hilt of the sword at his side} Never leave home without it.

9. Where were you born?

Aderyn: In the far east of Merovyn, in my family estate near a small town. Quite a boring place. I much prefer court and the capital. {his eyes shift to the side; is he telling the truth?}

The King: The far east as well, though further east than Aderyn's estate perhaps. {he also seems to be lying, or at least hiding something}

10. What are your hobbies?

The King: Hunts, tournaments, festivals, plays, getting drunk on cheap ale and going for rides to the mountains. All with Aderyn, preferably. There's no better company.

Aderyn: {rubs his cheek as though to wipe away his flush} I love to read, particularly volumes of history.

The King: He enjoys a good chivalric romance or two as well.

Aderyn: Your Majesty!

11. Do you have any pets?

The King: There's my horse, Bastard! He's sort of a pet. Although I've always wanted a kennel of dogs. Not for hunting, I wouldn't want to endanger them. Dogs are so loving!

Aderyn: The horse that his Majesty gifted to me, a fine white stallion. I would love to have a dog too, though. Or a cat.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

The King: Is hunting a sport? Tournaments, jousting?

Aderyn: If so, both of us do that, quite often.

The King {smirking}: Wrestling.

Aderyn {glares at him}: I suppose.

13. How tall are you?

The King: In your measurements, I am six feet and six inches.

Aderyn: I am five feet, ten inches.

14. Favorite subject in school?

Aderyn: History.

The King: Lies! {laughs} He likes poetry. I love poetry too, but history as well, and languages, ooh, and music, who could forget about music? Art, though, that's so important, so very important...

Aderyn: Yes, but a favourite, Your Majesty.

The King: Well, everything is my favourite! Except for mathematics, I suppose...

15. Dream job?

The King: Honestly? A farmer. With a great big farm with many animals, far away from people. With a garden and enough to sustain me and my family. A little cottage near a river, woods nearby, mountains.

Aderyn: A peaceful life. {nods} Yes, that sounds ideal. As a noble, I've seldom thought of 'jobs,' but I could be a farmer.

The King: Oh? You could be a wonderful horse-trainer.

Aderyn: {looks at him fondly} I could train horses at the farm.

On Crimson Wings taglist (ask to be added!): @angie-j-kay

This was sooooo much fun! Can you tell these idiots are in love?

Tagging (if you've already done this feel free to ignore!): @sam-glade, @lola-theshowgrl, @contes-de-rheio, @birdy-boy, @moonshinemagpie, @thewritingsofevbrowne, @thewardenofwinter, @chromehoplite, @nerdishwrites, and anyone who sees this and wants to do it!

[the-widow-sisters]

Dumb Ways to Die

Summary: When Kate makes the decision to come over and visit Natasha and Yelena's place, Yelena ropes her into an insane scheme in the backyard. Kate soon finds that she should have probably just waited until a few days later to come to spend time with her found family.

Word Count: 3.3k+

A/N: Gosh, I have been dying to write something like this for over a year now, lol 🤣 I finally managed to bring it in these fics, so it's a red-letter day for me 😂💞 They're a goofy bunch, and Natasha adores Kate so, so much, and Yelena honestly is really fond of her, too 🥺 They're truly Kate's sisters 🥺💖

Also, while we're on that subject, I just wanted to say in a side note-- since it's something that has come back up several times since writing the original fic-- that Natasha did not pick Yelena over that Kate that time that Kate and Yelena were both injured. Yelena was hurt worse than Kate, and Natasha could only take one person, so she had to pick the one that was closer to dying. If Kate would have been in Yelena's position, she would have rescued Kate first instead. I just wanted to clear that up, because Natasha loves Kate and Yelena equally and it's a lot like having two sisters or two people in your life that you care about. You love the two people differently and adapt to their different needs from you, but you don't love them any more than the other.

Idk, I just wanted to clarify since so many people seem to feel like Natasha chose Yelena over Kate, and that was not necessarily the case.

I hope y'all enjoy this one!!! 🥰🥰🥰

  Kate walked down the street, taking in the pretty neighborhood that Natasha and Yelena lived in. She never really noticed how truly pretty and amazingly quaint that it was. It had a town sort of feel to it, but the yards of the houses were really nicely spaced so that it could pass as a bit of an almost country-esque environment.

  She had come from the compound to visit her sister and her hopefully sister-to-be at some point, and she was close to arriving at their house. She turned down their driveway, jogging a bit as she felt more of a need to get there. She was truthfully excited to see them, but of course, she supposed she always was.

  It was just especially wonderful when she could be there at their house with them. It was one of her favorite places to be because even though she did not live there and did not stay there nearly as much as she did at the compound, it still felt like home to her.

  Kate hurried up the stairs, and she rang the doorbell before furrowing her brow. She heard something inside that sounded like a raised voice. Kate listened carefully, trying to make out the words.

  “No! We do not need to call someone to take care of it!” Yelena cried, and there was a momentary pause before Yelena spoke back up.

  “So what? You think I’m a coward?” Yelena questioned, and Kate quickly came to the conclusion that Yelena was on the phone to someone.

  “Fanny needs to go outside! Like in this century!” Yelena dramatically declared, and Kate could not help but wonder who she was talking to. There were very few people that Yelena would actually let herself be dramatic and borderline whiny with. Actually only one person if Kate thought about it.

  “Look, my dog deserves to go outside in the comfort of her own yard whenever she wants to!” Yelena declared firmly.

  Kate stood on the doorstep somewhat awkwardly as she waited for hopefully Natasha to answer the door. She did not like the sounds of Yelena’s yelling and as much as she wanted to spend time with both of them, she would easily settle for just Natasha. She was so much calmer and sweeter than Yelena was most of the time.

  One thing she had come to understand about Yelena was that she was a loose cannon. She never knew what she was going to get. No one ever did unless that person was Natasha.

  “You just think I’m scared!!! I’ll show you! I can take care of this all by myself!!!” Yelena’s voice loudly cried out, and Kate frowned a little as Yelena’s voice got closer to the door.

  “Yeah, well, you just wait. I’ll handle this, Natashka, you’ll see!” Yelena declared before quickly whipping the door open, hanging up the phone. Kate froze, her eyes going wide as she gaped at Yelena.

  At the moment, Yelena had on the most ridiculous looking outfit that consisted of a pot on her head and a bunch of pans duct-taped on various parts of her body, and to top it all off, she had an enormous butterfly net grasped in her hands. Kate could not help but think of the time that she and Peter had thought there was a ghost in the compound. She never thought she would ever see Yelena wearing something like that.

  Yelena just eyed her carefully, and after a few moments of dead silence, Kate offered a small, awkward wave.

  Yelena let out a soft breath, shaking her head as she moved away from the door, wordlessly allowing Kate to come in.

  “What do you want?” Yelena questioned boredly as she walked off and Kate shrugged, still trying to spot Yelena since her curiosity was piqued after whatever her and Natasha had been arguing about earlier.

  “Oh, nothing super important or anything… I was just wondering if you might want to hang out or something? Not that that’s not important! I mean, I love that more than anything, I just,” Kate trailed off as Yelena scoffed.

  However, just as she was about to formulate a reply, she paused, seeming to think better of her sarcasm. She turned toward Kate, offering her a somewhat terrifying onceover that looked far too interested to be completely without some sort of evil plan.

  She slowly nodded, seeming to be solidifying something within her mind.

  “Y’know… I might have something better for us to do than hanging out. I need your help with something, in fact,” Yelena declared, looking at Kate carefully.

  Kate raised her eyebrows, surprised at the fact that Yelena had just said that she needed her.

  “Come on, Little Bishop, go get some pots and pans and tape them on yourself. The duct-tape’s on the counter,” Yelena told her as she headed for the back door, and Kate furrowed her brow, not sure what to think. Yelena was being far too nice, and Kate could not help but be distrustful as a result.

  Kate hesitantly headed over to the kitchen, casting one last backwards glance in Yelena’s direction.

  What in the world could warrant needing to wear pots and pans as armor?

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       “You want me to help you with this?!!!!” Kate cried, gaping blankly at the tree branch above them. Yelena nodded resolutely.

  “Of course. You’re always wanting to help people, so this is your chance,” Yelena pointed out, and Kate looked at her as if she had sprouted two more heads.

  “Well, yeah, but being bait for a freaking hornet’s nest was not exactly in the plan!” Kate pointed out as she gestured to the thing above them.

  “You mean you have stipulations on your availability? That’s not very friend-like,” Yelena declared, and Kate furrowed her brow.

  “Did you just admit we’re friends?” Kate asked, and Yelena scoffed, looking at her as if she had lost her mind.

  “No. What are you talking about? Pay attention,” Yelena dismissed, and Kate huffed a little, unable to help smiling briefly. It quickly faded away, however, as she remembered what Yelena was trying to enlist her for.

  “But seriously?! Why couldn’t you have asked Carol? She’s invincible!” Kate demanded, and Yelena shrugged, looking at her as if she were suggesting something positively outlandish.

  “Well, yeah, but where’s the fun in that? Besides, you’re the fastest person I’ve ever seen. You can run quicker than anyone,” Yelena complimented, and Kate shook her head, trying her best to make Yelena see reason.

  “Not faster than Carol!” Kate squeaked helplessly, and Yelena just moved her head in a noncommittal gesture.

  “Well, you’re the fastest un-superpowered person I’ve ever seen, then,” Yelena explained, and Kate shook her head, the pot on her head slipping down to rest against her nose. She picked it up, lifting it back on top of her head.

  “I still am not seeing why Carol couldn’t be a good option,” Kate trailed off. Kate honestly figured that the reason Yelena did not call Carol was because it would not be nearly as much fun as torturing Kate herself, but she figured she would give her a chance to offer some kind of an answer.

  “Because,” Yelena placed a hand on Kate’s shoulder. Kate was somewhere between enjoying the few and far-between affection from the older woman and freaking out about what Yelena was going to come up with next.

  “I need you, Kate,” Yelena told her, dead seriousness in her eyes, and Kate stared at her in shock. She was not sure what to say and she could not help but wonder what happened to the older sister figure that she knew.

  Kate’s mouth moved without any sound coming out for a moment, several sentences trying to form until she finally started to try to speak and her voice actually started to come from her throat.

  “Wh—”

  “This is one of these times where a bond is tested. It’s an… opportunity, if you will, to prove oneself,” Yelena explained, moving her arm out in front of the both of them like she was painting a picture. Kate was instantly reminded of that one meme with Buzz Lightyear and Woody as she stammered and tried to form a response.

  “Yelena, I—”

  “And, Kate, it’s your opportunity. You’re the only person I want out here doing this with me. So you have to decide if you’re going to come through, or drop me like a hot potato,” Yelena laid out Kate’s options, and Kate just looked at her in surprise, not knowing how to react to this in the least.

  “So what do you say?” Yelena asked, making it out like the most important decision of Kate’s life was on the line, and Kate just knew that Yelena was playing her.

  However, at the same time, something in her could not quite resist wanting to help her anyway.

  Kate thought it over for a moment. She knew that Yelena was probably just trying to pick up the person that she perceived to be as the biggest sucker and the biggest bozo she knew to help her with this.

  But she also knew that Yelena must have truly wanted help, too. She asked Kate, and she seemed to really care about this. Besides, it was not like she was leaving Kate out here to it all on her own.

  Plus, she seemed at least partially sincere. Kate knew that Yelena was worried about Kate’s wellbeing at least partially because she always tried to keep her safe when it counted. She would not let Kate get hurt. Not too badly anyway.

  And Kate was not allergic to hornets as far as she knew…

  So Kate sighed deeply, making her decision as she met Yelena’s honey greens with determination, aiming to prove herself.

  “Well…. I guess I could help you. I wouldn’t want to drop you like a hot potato, after all,” Kate nodded confidently, and Yelena smirked widely, looking far too much like the Cheshire Cat with the pleased smile on her face. Yelena smacked her on the back before letting her hand drop away from her quickly.

  “Good. Now go get a big garbage bag from the cabinet under the kitchen sink,” Yelena declared, and Kate looked at her in confusion.

  “What? Why?” Kate asked, and Yelena shook her head, examining the nest carefully.

  “I’ll explain when you come back,” Yelena told her.

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        “Are you sure about this?!” Kate questioned from where she was perched on the middle of the ladder. She was trying not to freak out since she was really close to the hornet’s nest at this point, but given Yelena’s plan, she could not help but find herself at least somewhat nervous.

  “Little Bishop, who is older here?” Yelena shot back quickly from where she was on the ground, holding her net. Kate furrowed her brow, slowly answering since she was not entirely sure that it was not a trick question.

  “You?”

  “Exactly. And do kids question their elders?” Yelena asked, and Kate tentatively shook her head.

  “No?”

  “Exactly. Now shut up and hold the bag,” Yelena told her. However, despite the harshness of the words, there was no true bite behind them.

  Kate just sighed deeply, risking asking something that she already knew how Yelena was going to respond to.

  “Don’t you think maybe we should’ve called Carol…? Y’know… a real Avenger…?” Kate asked, but as soon as she did, she realized how terribly she worded that statement. Yelena looked at her in utter offense and horror.

  “WHAT?!” Yelena cried, and Kate shook her head, instantly trying to backtrack.

  “I just meant that she’s strong!” Kate tried to explain herself, and Yelena just furrowed her brow, calming down only incrementally as she almost visibly made the decision to continue picking on Kate.

  “Are you saying I’m not strong?! Natasha’s not strong?! Your daddy isn’t strong?!” Yelena demanded, finishing off with a smirk as she enjoyed her own joke, and Kate almost fell off of the ladder. She instantly knew who Yelena was referring to with that last statement.

  “Wh— Clint’s not my… What you said!” Kate yelped, hanging onto the ladder tightly while nervously casting a glance toward the hornet’s nest.

  “Your daddy,” Yelena emphasized it, purposefully stressing it, and Kate winced hard, cringing terribly.

  “Please stop saying it like that!”

  “Daddy.”

  “Look, I wasn’t discrediting un-superpowered Avengers!!! They’re just as Avengery as superpowered Avengers, and I phrased it badly. I meant it like why don’t you get a superpowered Avenger that can handle this stuff!”

  “Are you dropping me like a hot potato?” Yelena questioned abruptly, and Kate shook her head, glancing between the nest and Yelena.

  “No! But I’m just saying—”

  “Kate Bishop, hold the bag and shut your mouth. I’m going to knock the nest in it now,” Yelena interrupted, and Kate’s eyes went wide as she realized that they really were doing this right now.

  “Wait, wait, wait, are you sure?” Kate asked, and Yelena nodded, readying herself as she got on her tiptoes and prepared to whack the hornet’s nest.

  “As sure as I’m going to be,” Yelena answered. Kate frowned, nervousness filling her.

  “Okay…”

  Kate swallowed hard, glancing up at it once more as she climbed up just a little closer. She held her breath, trying to be as still as possible and hopefully make herself invisible to the several hornets that were buzzing around it now.

  “Just make sure you shut the bag really fast and tie it off so they don’t escape,” Yelena told her.

  “And then run really fast?” Kate risked questioning, and Yelena nodded.

  “Yeah. There’s going to be some left outside, so get out fast,” Yelena told her, and Kate nodded just barely, opening the bag wide as she readied herself.

  “I’m ready.”

  “Okay. Three, two, one…. Now!” Yelena knocked at the nest and it fell. Kate lunged out, catching it in her bag, and she shut it quickly, closing up the top of the bag as she did her best to tie it as quickly as possible.

  However, in the midst of her fighting with the bag, she accidentally dropped it near Yelena and the blonde shrieked. Kate’s eyes went wide in shock at the fact that Yelena seemed so fearful of the idea of hornets despite the bag being sealed.

  “There’s a hole in the bag, there’s a hole in the BAG!!!!” Yelena screamed, suddenly pointing it out, and Kate just barely managed to spot the small hole in the bottom of the bag where the nest was poking out of it. Yelena took off running for the house, and Kate nearly jumped off of the ladder after her, her legs moving as quickly as they could as they both ran away with the hornets chasing them.

  Kate yelped as she felt one sting her shoulder and her arm. She also felt a couple of her legs. She spotted several on Yelena where the armor was not at, and Yelena let loose an especially loud yelp as she suddenly grabbed at her butt in agony.

  “OWWWW, IT STUNG MY A—”

  “JUST GET INSIDE!!!” Kate yelled, and Yelena vaulted over the railing on the porch as she half-climbed it. Kate took the stairs, and they both rushed in the house, shutting the door quickly. Bees were hitting the door like crazy, and they could hear the sound of them smacking against the wood.

  Yelena instantly started ripping off the pots and pans and her clothes. Kate’s eyes went wide, but she quickly realized that Yelena was doing it to make sure no bees were stuck in her clothes. Kate quickly started to as well, not looking at Yelena since she did not particularly want to see the woman in her underwear.

  It was not so much that she was grossed out by it. After all, they were both girls and it was nothing special, but she definitely did not want Yelena to feel uncomfortable because Yelena never undressed in front of anyone but Natasha.

  “What are you two doing?” a voice suddenly questioned, and they both froze, looking in the direction that the voice was coming from.

  To their horror, Natasha was standing there by the bar near the front door. Her eyes were wide and her hand was still on her purse where she had been putting it down. It was then that Kate truly took in the sight that the both of them obviously were.

  Yelena’s pants were off, and her shirt was partially off as well. Kate’s shirt was removed, and her pants were hanging low from where she was starting to pull them down.

  “Natashka! You’re home,” Yelena trailed off, laughing somewhat nervously as she pulled her shirt down and started to pull her pants back on as she shook them out well before trying it. Natasha slowly looked down at all of the pots in the floor, her eyes particularly centering on the hornet that was almost dead on the floor where it fell out of Yelena’s pants. Kate took Yelena’s cue and pulled her pants up more fully, getting her shirt on as she shook it out a little better.

  “Good news! We took care of the hornet’s nest,” Yelena victoriously proclaimed.

  “Bad news is that we got stung a hundred times,” Kate muttered, and Natasha instantly looked horrified as she gaped at the both of them, fear and immense concern in her gaze as she looked at her two baby sisters.

  Yelena spun to face her, irritation emanating from her as she glared at the younger woman.

  “Way to look at the bright side, Katie-Bear.”

  “Don’t call me Katie!”

      ………………………………………………………………………………………………………

       After a little while, Yelena was resting on her stomach on the couch, her butt facing upward so that there was no uncomfortable pressure on it. Kate had been sitting in the armchair and Natasha had been on the couch with Yelena, stroking her hair as the blonde remained engrossed in whatever she was watching.

  She was also not entirely capable of forming coherent thought given how Natasha’s fingers were running through her hair that was now loosened from the ponytails that were holding it. Kate had quickly discovered her inability to make good sense after asking her a few things and trying to include her in Kate and Natasha’s conversation.

  Natasha had made sure to carefully treat Kate’s and Yelena’s stings with some tobacco that she had kept in the first-aid kit. She had placed some bandages over the stings, and Kate was feeling much better about the ugly, wicked little bumps.

  “Well…. I guess it’s getting late. I should probably get back to the compound and feed Lucky,” Kate finally stated, and Natasha nodded, reaching out to her as Kate got up from her armchair. Kate came over to her, offering her a hug around her neck and shoulders. Natasha held her close.

  “Okay, sweetheart. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Natasha expressed, and Kate headed towards the door. She was tired and somewhat sore, but she was overall extremely pleased with getting to spend time with her found family.

  “Love you guys!” Kate called just before heading out the door.

  “Love you, too,” Yelena mindlessly replied before instantly freezing, her eyes going wide as she realized what she had just said. Kate completely froze in place as well, mirroring Yelena’s shocked expression.

  Natasha just gaped at the both of them blankly, not sure what had just happened.

  There was dead silence for a few moments, no one sure what to say. On one hand, Kate wanted to say something, but she also did not want to give Yelena an opportunity to take it back.

  Therefore, she decided on the best plan of action that she had.

  “Umm… Bye!” Kate declared quickly, swiftly trying to get out the door. Natasha offered her a loving wave, recovering from the shock just enough to reply appropriately. Yelena still looked utterly horrified at herself.

  “Love you, Kate!” Natasha called finally, and Kate offered an awkward wave as she hurried out the door, shutting it behind her resolutely.

  As Kate made a break for it, the cool night breeze softly blowing against her hair and face, she could not help but feel her heart swelling.

  She finally had two sisters for real. She had a family again.

[mha-cuties-pls]

Please.

Pairing: Kaminari x Reader | Rating: T (language) | Words: 2.5k | genre: angst

A/N: LOL i be tryna write that dabi scenario and shiggy one everyday but Ive felt so smut blocked lately and like this idea popped into my head out of no where like I bet Kaminari would be a big dumb cutie when it comes to this and I could totally see this happening. Anyways, enjoy my pain LMAO and if u think this should have a happier, smuttier, part 2 drop a comment and lmk ! Bc he’s a snack

“Just go away!” You yelled angerly, wiping the tears away that rolled down your cheeks harshly with the end of your sweatshirt. The way the rough material felt as you dragged it across your irritated skin stung, but you couldn’t care less. The only feeling you could focus on was the sinking one in your chest.

“Babe, wait!” Kaminari yelled, catching the door to your room swiftly before you were able to shut it in his face. “Come on, you have to talk to me.” He shouted while following you, finally cornering you between himself and your bed. Though, he was still met with you facing your back towards him. When he reached his hand out to place it gently on your shoulder, you immediately shrugged off the contact, sending a pang through his heart. Tears began to well in his eyes, though he dare not let them fall yet. “Please!”

You screamed out of frustration, eyes glued shut as you tried to steady your breaths. “No, just get out of here! I don’t even want to look at you.” Though you could still feel his presence behind you, and you could hear the small sniffles and breaths he was making behind you. “Please,” you begged, your voice cracking, “pl-please leave m-me alone.”

Kaminari looked at the way your body began to shake, and how your hands moved from their position on your sides up to your face to stifle the sounds of the sobs you were making. The sobs you were making because of him.

God, he cried internally, feeling a tear of his own roll down his cheek while he stayed frozen in his spot. Fear was consuming his entire being, and all his attempts to diffuse the situation just seemed to make everything worse. Why did I have to search those videos? He wondered, the breath catching in his throat once more as his body flushed, replaying the dramatic scene that had just went down a few moments before in his head over and over. Why did she have to see them?

“Babe-“ He started to say, but was cut off almost immediately.

“Don’t you dare fucking call me that.” You interjected harshly, turning your head around to shoot him a nasty glare. The way your eyes puffed out and your nose got red when you cried usually made you look even cuter to Kaminari, but the expression behind your eyes was something he had never seen before. It was cold, and calculating, and hateful. And it was directed towards him.

But, you couldn’t really mean that. Could you?

“So-sorry.” He said, his voice quieter this time as he looked between you and the floor, trying to avoid your harsh stare. “But, you d-don’t want to br-break up, right?”

Not letting your face falter, you stared at him in silence for a moment. Contemplating. Raging.

“Maybe I do.” The words left your mouth reluctantly, and hung around you two in the air menacingly during the moments that followed. Just as you felt yourself about to crack, however, you noticed the way Kaminaris eyes grew just a bit more desperate, and his lower lip began to wobble.

“No ____ please.” He choked out, and you watched the drops that once dotted his cheeks begin to form steady streams as he lost any resolve he had left. “P-Please, ____ dont do this to me.” Reaching out to you, he attempted to cup your face, only to have his heart wrenched even more when you flinched away from his touch. You used to love it when he grabbed your face. “I need you!”

“No you dont!” You yelled back, your voice going up several octaves more than you planned. The heavy feeling in your chest felt like it was never going to go away, and it was actually physically painful; Like someone literally ripped your heart out. Placing your hands tenderly on your chest, you pressed down, fruitlessly trying to alleviate the devastating ache. “Y-you obviously dont.” Your last words came out as a whisper, and you averted your eyes completely to the floor, allowing your vision to become blurry by your eyes unfocusing. Though when you weren’t actively looking at something, your mind flashed images of what you saw on his phone earlier. The gut-wrenching feeling returned in waves almost as strong as they were when you initially saw them, and a choked sob escaped your throat again in place of words. Oh god I think I’m gonna throw up.

“Baby,” Kaminari said, his voice cracking at the end. You wouldn’t have looked up at him, if he hadn’t of crouched down to where you were, bringing his face inches from your own. “Baby, I’m so, so sorry.” When you looked at him, you could see his face wet with tears, and the remorse was clear in his eyes.

But, unfortunately, its not like you haven’t been here before. “Yeah,” you mumbled out, wiping your red cheeks once more, “thats what you always say.”

And with that, Kaminari couldn’t deny, he definitely felt like the biggest piece of shit on earth. He watched your face contort and twist while you tried to fight back your tears, and wanted to say something to console you. Usually, whenever you felt like this, you would run into his arms, and ask him in that sweet voice of yours to hold you close to him while he rubbed your back in soothing motions and vented to him about whatever it was that upset you.

The only difference was, was that now he was the source of your distress.

“I-I know.” He breathed out with a meek voice, “I just didnt think….” But he trailed off, unable to explain himself in a way that he thought wouldn’t upset you further. Releasing a heavy sigh, Kaminari reached his hand out to pat your shoulder tentatively, and when you didnt flinch away from him or shrug off his hand, he felt a small part of him calm down. Maybe this will all be okay. “I wasn’t thinking.” Was all the explanation he could muster up. Which, based off your sour expression, wasn’t going to be good enough.

“That’s such a fucking cop out, Kaminari, and you know it.” Your voice finally seemed to be evening out as all the disappointment and sadness you felt burdening your chest turned into pure rage. “Why is it, that you get to do whatever you want, look at whatever you want,” you said through clenched teeth, “and I just have to be okay with it because ‘that’s just how guys are’?” Sure, maybe some people would say your overreacting. But really, were you? “I mean, come on, Denki!” The tears began to well in your eyes uncontrollably once more as you stared up at him, the emotions washing over too fast for you to properly register them, resulting in an all out breakdown from you. Grabbing fistfuls of his shirt, you pulled him closer to you dramatically, hoisting yourself up as well as you felt your legs become more wobbly by the second. As you stared into his eyes, you could see, he was hurting too. “I fucking begged you.” Your words were nothing but a whisper, and you couldn’t bare to look at him any longer, hanging your head down defeatedly.

“I know.” He said, and you could feel his breath on the top of your head, though couldn’t find the strength to meet his eyes. Part of you wanted to believe that it was remorse you were hearing in his voice, too. But you couldnt let yourself be so naive, especially after he basically just proved to you what you had known all along.

“So, just admit it.” Trying to get a grip, you took a deep breath, and wiped your cheeks again before looking back up at him. The way his sad eyes bore into yours made you want to cry and crawl into his arms, a place you had regarded as your safe space not too long ago. But, you couldn’t let him continue to make a fool of you. You wouldn’t. “Admit, that I’m not enough for you.” As soon as the words left your throat, you felt your lip begin to quiver, and water gathered in your eyes once more. You hated how this bastard somehow still had such a powerful effect on you when you just wanted to be rid of him.

“No!” He screamed, an incredulous look on his face. “Why would you even say that?”

“Are you FUCKING kidding me right now?” You screamed, all restraint and common sense lost. Straightening your back, you made sure to look him dead in the eye with the most spiteful look you could muster. “Do you take me as a fucking joke Kaminari?”

“N-“

“I wasn’t done talking!” Now at your highest volume yet, you were almost sure your screams could be heard through the walls. Hopefully no one was in their dorms at the moment, but honestly for the time being, you didn’t care. “I begged you Kaminari!” Taking a step towards him, you pushed his chest as hard as you could, causing him to stumble backwards as you went in to push him again. “I got down on my hands and knees and I fucking begged you not to watch videos like that! Hell,” you started, a crazy laugh escaping you, “I even told you to just delete your history, if you did, because I’m an understanding fucking person!” But of course, he just refused to listen to you; to hear you. “And you couldn’t even be bothered to do that, huh?”

When you looked into his eyes, you expected to see some semblance of anger or defensiveness, but were met with neither. Rather, Denki Kaminari sat in front of you, possibly for the first time ever, as a silent, weeping mess. Biting his lip and trying his best to contain his cries as you unraveled in front of him. It almost made you feel bad for him, until you remembered why you were both in this fight in the first place.

“No!” He choked out, reaching out to grab your wrist, “It’s not like that, ____. You know I love you.”

As much as you hate to admit it, your heart swelled when you heard him say that. Just hearing that brought a comfort to you that allowed you to breathe just a little easier, and the way his hand wrapped firmly around your wrist soothed your anger a bit more.

But this was far from over.

“So then why’d you do it?” You spat out, malice dripping from every word. Though, you couldnt help but let the next words spill messily from your mouth, your voice cracking as you asked, “why cant you stop?”

Big, ugly sobs escaped you following your words. Only now, you didn’t feel at all inclined to hold them back, and allowed yourself to cry more intensely than you ever had in front of him before. The violent way they left your chest made your whole body shake, and Kaminari was positive you couldnt see anything as you just left the tears to stream down your cheeks uninhibited.

He reached his arms out tentatively, and wrapped them around you slowly, until he finally felt your weight fall into his own. Taking a moment to simply sit there, he appreciated the feeling of you being in his arms again, something he feared just moments ago might’ve never happened again, and it would’ve all been his fault.

Running his fingers gently down the side of your head he smoothed your hair down in soothing motions, causing you to relax into him ever so slightly. “Because I’m fucking stupid, okay?” His answer earned another whimper from you, and he felt your chest begin to rise and fall rapidly as you began to cry once more. “Hey, hey, hey, listen, okay?” Hugging your body tighter to his own, he closed his own eyes for a moment as he rested his head on top of yours, trying to find the perfect answer, if one even existed. “Ive never exactly had a real girlfriend before.” His words were hushed now that you had begun to calm down again. “And as awkward and nerdy as it sounds, I’ve kind of been watching those videos for years and I just, I dont know.” He wished there was a better way to describe it, a way that you could understand. But he also knew that the reason it probably hurt you so much was because you couldn’t understand. At the end of the day, you weren’t a man. “It almost becomes, like a habit, you know? Like a part of your life.”

You tried to calm down, you really did. But the way he seemed to half-ass his explanations only served to anger you further, and you felt your boiling pot of emotions bubble up inside you and spill over the edge once more. A strange led cry left your mouth before you continued. “Whatever, Denki.” Trying to wriggle yourself out of his grasp, you found your anger growing each time he tried to stop your exit. “Then thats it I cant do this anymo-“

“____!” Kaminari yelled, his voice just as hurt as your own. His face was a mess by this point as well, you noted. At least the bastard felt bad enough to cry. “____…dont leave me.” He squeaked out, voice barely above a whisper. You tried to pull your wrist from his grasp but he held on tightly. “Please.”

Taking in a shaky breath, you closed your eyes, trying to level your emotions enough to think. “You need to understand,” every word left quieter than the last, “how much this hurts me, Kaminari.” Your eyes were pleading with him, big and emotional. “I just dont think I can do it forever. Compete with them.” Another single, solitary tear rolled down your cheek before you added, “I dont want to.”

“Aw, ____.” Kaminaris hand reached to smooth his thumb over your cheek soothingly, and he was relieved to see you lean into his touch. However, he had never seen you so vulnerable before, and that was what scared him the most. He never wanted to see you hurt this bad, and he certainly never thought it would be because of something he did. “You’re not competing with them. You have to understand that its not like that.”

But his words did little other than upset you further, and you scoffed at his comment. “Whatever it ‘is like’, I dont care, Denki.” Taking in another deep breath, you took his hand in yours. “You either need to figure out a way to stop, or at least be diligent enough to make sure I never see that shit on your phone again! Or I swear to god-“

“Dont worry,” he said through a sniffle, and now it was his turn to wipe his nose. “I-I won’t ever let you down again, ____.” An ugly cry escaped his throat as he pulled you into a tight hug once more. “You mean everything to me.” Then, taking his hands and placing them on either side of your face, you were met with the adoration in his eyes, along with flooded relief as he realized the true weight of his situation wasn’t as bad as he originally thought. “I promise, I wont fuck it up again.”

Closing your eyes, you relished in the feeling of his hand against your cheek, and felt your body finally, completely, relax into his own. “You better not, because I really love you, Denki Kaminari.”

“I love you too, ____.”