#i also have something else to share 👀 but i’ll space it out and not blast everyone all at once lol

[umemiyan]

POV: you just hurt megumi fushiguro and are about to face the consequences

i saw this pose on @mypillowpaper’s YCH commission sheet and IMMEDIATELY knew it would be perfect for us. i love their art style so much and am SO FREAKIN’ HAPPY i was able to grab a commission slot and support them. i’m obsessed with this!! thank you so much! 💜

[mundoperla]

What about… RZ Michael Myers doing something unholy, like he’s really horny, with his fem friend (also a patient) at the Smith’s Grove? Like in some corridor or smth 👀 Wall sex, whaaat???

Would be grateful and on my knees, thanks 🙏

this got me kicking my feet in the air like a schoolgirl rn

& its my favorite michael??? ofc im abt to tackle this tf😩💜

𝙍𝙕 𝙈𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡 𝙈𝙮𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙭 𝙁𝙚𝙢 𝙋𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

— No matter how many cameras there are, there will always be blind spots.

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you see the title bitties here are the warnings vv

⚠️⚠️cws;; basically public sex, wall sex ofc, michael being HORNY, p in v but i think thats kind of expected, overall that nasty shit (lighthearted)⚠️⚠️

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Despite his lack of communication, Michael made your stay at Smith’s Grove much more pleasant. He never acted out or caused any type of problems when you first arrived, he’d been relatively calm for quite some time now. Always alone in his room, no sound, no nothing, just him making masks in silence.

It was his creativity that sparked your initial interest in him in the first place. His walls were cover from top to bottom in the masks he’d make in his alone time, many ranging from different colors and shapes. Truthfully he never wanted to interact with you whenever you’d make a quick pass by his room to go somewhere on the other side of the hospital, there was a point in time where he found you annoying even.

Yet no matter how much time passed you’d still swing by with a quick ‘hello!’. It escalated to a point where you would linger on the other side of his door and hold up one sided conversations with him, of course him never responding to you verbally. It was alright though, body language is able to tell you enough.

You did all of the talking for the two of you, which all though he never spoke aloud, he appreciated. He hasn’t spoken in years and by the looks of it he wasn’t going to any time soon. Trust me, Dr. Loomis has tried.

You were no threat to Michael to begin with, he had no reason to dismiss you unless he had become tired of your company; which very rarely happened. He was surprisingly as patient as you were with him, perhaps this was his own way of saying ‘thank you’.

The two of you were almost like a joined pair after he had grown slightly more comfortable around you, if you went somewhere—Michael followed, if Michael went somewhere — you would follow. It was shocking to everyone that he’d show even such a small form of attachment to another living being without brutally murdering it. Of course in the early stages of your ‘friendship’ the two of you were heavily monitored before you could be permitted to be in spaces together alone with just a nurse on standby.

“ I’m gonna go ask one of the doctors if I can have another juice, you want one too ? ”

Michael won’t verbally respond, but he will turn his eyes down to the floor at your question.

“ Alright so that’s a no. Sit tight I’ll be right back. ”

He watched you sit up from the table the two of you sat at, disappearing into one of the many hallways. He had originally got up to go and follow you like he always did, but something inside him told him not to, it had told him something else.

He ever so slightly considered you as some kind of companion, but he wanted you as something else. You were very beautiful to him and some of the other patients on your side of the building, it’s normal to think someone is nice looking. Yet he’d catch himself staring a bit too hard when you would do the simplest of things such as drinking some water or even when you stretched and a sliver of your stomach would be exposed. Was it also normal to have these filthy thoughts directed towards a so-called ‘friend’?

The bulge in his pants grew ever so larger the longer he sad and pondered. He needed to ‘fix’ this before you came back and saw. Would you think he was disgusting if you did see him this way? Surely you would.

You had come back to your shared table empty handed only to see that Michael was gone, maybe he’d gone back to his room? He could be tired, nothing wrong with just a quick swing by his door and wish him goodnight.

There were quite a few cameras the closer you got to Michael’s room, just as you turn into the corridor large hands yank you from the entrance to a darker corner of the hall. You’d mentally braced yourself to be strangled by this unknown person, but familiar blonde strands of hair loomed above you, of course the orange mask eased the tension much more.

Michael silently stared down at you, you could just barely see his sky blue eyes behind the paper mask. But now left the following questions, why was he just waiting in the corner? why is he now all of a sudden making actual physical contact with you? Truthfully one could only imagine the worst in the sense of it being correlated with him of all people, but the worst never came.

You’d opened your mouth to speak but you’re immediately silenced by the feeling of his erection pressing itself into your ass. He was rubbing himself against you now, still as silent as ever, showing no sign of satisfaction.

“ Mike- Michael! There’s cameras, we can’t do this here, we could get caught.. ”

Of course he doesn’t give you a verbal response, but this time will give you a slow twirl of his finger, telling you to look around you. There weren’t any cameras that could catch you in their line of sight, and the one camera that was much closer than the rest faced the opposite direction where you had originally been grabbed.

He was telling you it was safe to continue, you were clear to unfold. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t the slightest bit aroused as him, maybe even more. Using his cold hands to slide under your shirt so he could squeeze the soft flesh of your breasts, to then slowly migrate under the fabric of your pants to rub you through your underwear. You’d began to grind back into him, trying to pull down his own pants down as well as your own so the two of you could ease this tension much quicker.

Michael had fantasized about how you would feel around his cock, the way you would squeeze him and the sounds you could make when he started to thrust, he couldn’t live with the possibility of another person pleasuring you instead of him. He needed to be the one to take you, you may not be aware but you’re in fact his and his only. Maybe he liked you alot more than what he initially thought.

Your body trembled as Michael moved your body slightly so you were now fully pressed against the wall with him standing behind you, one hand held you in place by the hip whilst the other began to align himself against your hole, knowing him there will be no auditory warning that he’d be sliding in. You’re not a pussy, you could take him, couldn’t you ?

Both of your hands rested on the white brick walls, truthfully you weren’t even sure he was going to fit inside. He’s taking his sweet time behind you. You’re really about to become his in a dark corner that surveillance could not reach, this could have been much better under different circumstances, but neither of you could chose the have sex in a different location at this time, you’ll take what you can get.

The stretch that followed after an agonizing 15 seconds of the man behind you pondering could be considered as beyond painful, your hand quickly covering your mouth to muffle your whimpers. He can feel your walls clamp around him, gushing uncontrollably by the sudden rush of pleasure. He’s not even halfway inside you yet, but you’ve got his pelvis and a small bit of the floor wet now, clearly you wanted this as much as he did.

You don’t get the luxury of Michael stopping in his tracks to let you breathe before he continues to push himself into you, however you get the honor or him bending himself over enough to cover your mouth with his own hands instead of your own. Now you just had to focus on keeping yourself steady while he takes what’s his.

You’d think he had never hear the word ‘gentle’ in his lifetime. His thrusts were fast yet also powerful, despite his hands covering your mouth small moans still escaped. He had just started yet you felt so fucked out already, your legs trembling, your juices dribbling down your thigh and back down onto the floor.

He fucks you like you’re a fleshlight, dominantly chasing his own high but still trying to get you to come undone as well. He’s intentionally trying to break you as much as possible before the two of you have to eventually wrap up, his hands shy away from your mouth, one to slither down to toy with your clit whilst the other grips onto one of your tits as he continues to pound himself into your cunt like a man possessed. He makes it impossible not to scream but you are aware to still keep your voice down as much as possible.

“ Michael.. Keep moving just like that.. I’m so- Fuck.. ”

Your voice had continued to quiver the longer he kept going, the coil in your belly was about to snap once again. Michael considered finishing inside as some kind of ‘mark’ to leave behind, but he could always wait for another time to have that visual. For right now it was your ass that he had decided on, he’d still get a satisfactory visual of himself on you.

Practically yanking himself out of you just as you had came, his warmth begins to coat your skin. You’re lightheaded and you could feel your legs about to give out as Michael let go of you. Silently admiring his ‘art’, he’d wiped a smudge of his mess off of you with his finger, bringing it up to your lips. It was sweet but also bitter, it was him. He could leave you here to clean yourself up so he could go back to his room, but based off of how you were struggling to keep yourself up, maybe he could just take you back to your own room before departing for the night.

He had taken the time to get you dressed back up as well as himself, pulling you out of the corridor down to the hallway opposite to your own room. Your hand felt so small in his, he was intimidating to many people, but you ? There was an odd sense of security from being this close to Michael. He stood with you for a brief moment after arriving to your room, with him he could have just been there to stare at you a while longer or he was silently examining you to get a clear visual that you were okay to be left on your own now. Could have just been both.

He was exhausted now, but also mildly flustered. So much had just happened and he could barely process it. He’s turned to walk back down to his own room so that you could get some sleep as well, but is quickly stopped buy the force of you clinging yourself onto one of his arms tightly.

“ Goodnight Mikey, we should definitely do that again at some point. ”

You’re hardly standing up straight yet you’ve asked him to.. again, too much to process. But he will take your request into consideration.

┉ˏ͛ ༝̩̩̥͙ ⑅͚˚　　 ҉　　⑅͚˚ ͛༝̩̩̥͙ ˎ┉

apologies if the ending is messy i have no clue how to properly conclude shit i tried my best

[lyranova]

Nyeheheheheheheh~! I'm here for the ask game, Lyra~! <3 Can I ask: Pastels for Zera and Neva, The Kiss for Dandelion Wishes, and Felting and Creative! for you~!

Hiya Erika 💕! Ooooooo of course, I loved all these questions 😈!

Pastels: Give me three colors that best represent your OC. Now give me three colors that your OC likes best. Is there an overlap?

Neva:

The Colors that best represent her: Lavender and Amethyst Purple, White, and maybe a light Gold

The Colors she likes best: Purple (any kind), White, and Green (any kind)

Zera:

The Colors that best represent her: Beige, Grey, Neutral Green

The Colors she likes best: Beige, Gold, and White

The Kiss: share your favorite kiss scene from this work. If there's no kiss scene, share your favorite moment of intimacy (romantic or platonic)

Ooo I think there’s only one kiss scene in Dandleions at the moment, so I’ll go with my favorite moment of intimacy 👀!

My favorite moment of intimacy will actually appear in the next chapter of Dandelions, but everyone’s already seen it since it was originally a oneshot requested by @acacia-may which is HERE

Just this whole thing was so sweet and so intimate imo, because Zera actually shows a more vulnerable side that we don’t get to see much of, and it shows just how much she worries about William being a Magic Knight and it injuring him or possibly taking his life!

Felting: how often do you include soft moments when you write? Do these moments play a role in the main plot, or do you include them as an escape from the rest of the story?

I try to include as many soft moments in my works as I can! I truly enjoy writing them, and I love seeing characters who are usually in very tough situations have a moment of peace where they can just…have a moment, y’know? I usually include them as an escape from the rest of the story, but I do have a few fics *cough* Butler AU *cough* where the soft moments play into the main plot!

Creative!: free space! share something you've been dying to share about your writing! Could be an OC that never gets the limelight, a moment you were proud of, or anything else you'd like to share

Oooo 👀!!! Hmm…I was actually very proud of chapters 10-12 of COTF: Shadows, because not only were those some of my longest ones, but i also had those specific chapters in my head since 2021 when I started the original COTF! I was very happy and proud of those chapters and how they came out!

[firstsprinces]

Hello, look at me being early!

Last night I shared a BIG reveal as to what this WIP is about. You can read it here — or if you don’t wish to be spoiled, ignore this! I’ll leave it up to you 👀

Once January hits I’ll be finished with my sign ups, so I can finally put all my energy into this WIP! And I have so much saved up that Part I could be finished earlier than I planned!

Below are some tags. I’m sure most of you brilliant writers have already been tagged but I’m greedy for your upcoming works!

When Henry approaches the front door he’s met with his usual dinner plate that’s been covered up with a cloth napkin. Though this is a heartfelt gesture, the napkin doesn’t always shield the bugs or other field critters from getting at his portion of a home cooked meal. There have been numerous times where he’s come back from the city practically starving and without thinking he pulls the napkin right off only to find a beetle, or ants crawling over his potatoes and end slice of a roast.

Before picking up the plate and bringing it inside, he takes one last glance around for David. It’s unlike him to not be waiting for him either on the dirt road or right next to the dinner plate. He thinks about whistling for him, but he feels like he shouldn’t disrupt the chirping crickets or the mating groans of the bullfrogs down by the creek. If anything, David will surely come scratching the door later.

He picks up the plate, giving it a cautious spin as he checks to see if something else has beat him to the meal, and then unlocks the door that opens with a loud creak. He has to close the door with his shoulder, pushing it with any strength that he has left, in hopes that a draft doesn’t creep in. As he walks over to his desk that also serves as his dining table, the floorboards also give a worn out squeaking noise beneath his feet.

From the doorway, the entire living space is right in front of his face as it’s one room. He has the desk where he spends most of his time catching up on work, having his meals, and listening to his small radio. Between the desk and the doorway is a cot he often finds difficulty falling asleep on. He finds himself missing an actual bed, but he never complains because this living arrangement isn’t forever and he barely has the time for a long night’s rest anyway. There’s a smaller attached room where a poorly run shower is. Henry barely fits inside of it and the water he has to gather from the well is always cold. The living quarters is without plumbing due to it’s original use being the house their help had stayed in, but there’s an outhouse that’s been built separately. Henry avoids having to use it and makes sure to use the one at work before he leaves to go catch the train.

Tagging: @priincebutt, @unstoppablemistake(I’m sorry for tagging you in so many things! @wordsofhoneydew, and @anincompletelist!

I hope you all have a wonderful new year and I’ll see you in 2024! It’s going to be a year filled with so many new and incredible fics!!

[lenievi]

✨2022 Writing Year In Review✨

I was tagged by @birdkeeperklink! Thank you! It was fun!

1. Number of stories posted to AO3: 13 + 1 wip started in 2021

2. Word count posted for the year: 23 277 👀

3. Fandoms I wrote for: Star Trek TOS (dsc, snw), MCU

4. Pairings: Kirk/McCoy, Spock/McCoy, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

5. Story with the most:

(for all of these it would be Caught in the Storm (190, 15, 42) but it’s a wip that I first posted in 2021 so...)

- Kudos: For This Space Would Be Hollow If You Were Gone (93)

- Bookmarks: For This Space Would Be Hollow If You Were Gone (18)

- Comments: Silence (9)

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why):

"Silence” because I actually wrote about Tarsus IV, and I kept being strong and only used my own headcanon/interpretation~

7. Work I’m least proud of (and why):

“Letter” because I don’t like when I’m writing fluff, I just never think it comes off the way I want and also feels immature (even though people seem to like it 😂)

8. Share or describe a favorite review you received:

I get a lot of lovely reviews and many people say nice things, especially about my characterization, but I think this one is among my faves:

This was very well done! It made my chest ache and made me tear up a couple of times. TOS McKirk really deserves more love, and I enjoy how you've built up this trust between them to work with what we get on screen. Even if you don't do a sequel to this, I think you should write more TOS McKirk in general! You captured them very well.

because it was left on my very first mckirk fic that I still love dearly. And it’s just so “I made someone feel something?” 👀👀👀

9. A time when writing was really, really hard:

I feel like I’m going through times when it’s easy then it’s hard then it’s easy again and it all blends together. (You can usually tell whenever I “complain” on tumblr lol) The last time, it was just before Christmas because I was so stressed from not having everything done, but the moment I actually bought presents I felt better lol 

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:

It feels weird to say now, but And All I Ask..., the first mckirk fic. Like, I literally woke up one day and was like let’s write a tos!mckirk fic. And romantic one even. I’d never expected that to happen. And in that fic in particular, there’s a scene where Kirk and McCoy both kiss the same woman, and that whole scene was also very surprising when I came up with it.

11. A favorite excerpt of your writing:

A loud thunder sounded, and McCoy startled, his shoulder brushing Jim’s. Jim pressed closer, hoping to convey he was there and McCoy wasn’t alone. Sitting in the dark could sometimes feel as if there was no one else, as if you were the only person in the universe. All alone.

Jim let out a breath and stretched out his leg, letting the side rest against McCoy’s thigh. Maybe it wasn't McCoy Jim wanted to reassure. Maybe it was he who needed to know he wasn't alone. Who needed to feel another person's presence in this dark place.

"Do you ever regret joining?" Jim asked, breaking the silence.

McCoy scoffed. "Sure. Right now."

"McCoy."

"My..." McCoy cleared his throat. "My daughter's fourteenth birthday is next week."

Marriage. Daughter. Jim dug his fingers into the soft ground. Did he even know anything about McCoy?

from And All I Ask...

12. How did you grow as a writer this year:

I don’t think I did? idk I always feel like I’m just getting worse, instead of moving forward, I’m going back... I would reread fics I wrote in 2016 and feel like they’re more creative and more fun, and I start to feel like I’m stagnating. 

13. How do you hope to grow next year:

I wish I could let go of “people expect to see established fanon” way of thinking, I wish I could stop caring what other people think, I wish I could write a fic where I won’t need to include anything that I know the fandom expects. I just hope that I’ll be able to write a fic the way I want without making compromises... I also want to work on structure of my one-shots.

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

Jim Kirk lol

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:

I don’t think so.

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

If you’re stuck, retype your fic again. Or chapter/scene if your fic is too long. You might not change anything (but you most likely will, even if it’s just your wording or a word choice), but you will also get back into the flow and it’s easier to continue. And it’s better than staring at a screen with no result. 

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:

At the moment, I’m working on a fic with a pair of characters I’ve never thought I would want to write about (I mean the dynamic, one of them is Kirk because of course it is lol), but here I am, wanting to tell a short moment in time with the two of them. I’m being vague and don’t want to say too much, because I’m afraid that if I mention it, I will lose the drive to write it.

18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read.

@swimmingwolf59, @dahyeltal, @markcampbells. No pressure!

[aquilamage]

#prev#oooooh i dont think I ever saw that detail!!!#I’ll keep an eye out for it now#also 👀 at your au may I ask I’m curious abt it

(putting this in fulltext instead of tags for ease of formatting)

yeah! it’s during the scene of turning in the key half from the bee kingdom! (including a bit more for context and a fun extra dialogue line that I don’t think many people get on initial playthroughs especially)

Zasp: Calm yourselves down. We just need to find the other half quickly.

Delilah: Is that so? You're gonna love this, then!

Kabbu: Oh! Stratos! Delilah!

     [if you haven’t talked to them ever]

     Vi: Err...who?

Elizant: My esteemed scout team. You have something to share?

As for the au, well I was going to say I don;t have much to say but then I did so putting everything after this first paragraph under a cut. It’s one of my “I like Muse a lot and want to think about her in the context of canon events, what wild reasons can I come up with for her to be around?” ideas. Basically everything happens up to Leif getting trapped in snakemouth, and then also all the major world events leading up to the start of canon, expect with a much shorter time in between.

So for Leif, on one hand the world has still radically changed and a bunch of time has passed. But also now Muse (and his parents probably) is still alive, which especially with me usually thinking of this in iterations where they still have a child, creates a very different dynamic in Leif’s storyline.

But mostly I’ve been thinking about this from a Muse-centric lens. And having come out of snakemouth wounded and losing Leif (and I think one of the main reasons she doesn’t try and go back in this is that she finds out about the baby like right after), that super demotes her ability to support the quest for the artifacts. I think Elizant I, while certainly making efforts to find the Sapling, did not throw nearly as many bugs and resources at it. But when Elizant II succeeds her (not that many years later here) and founds the association and opens up sending people to snakemouth again, Muse is unhappy with that decision, to put it lightly.

And because this is Muse, she’s not going to be quiet about it. I envision her as either part of the underground tavern’s “against the queen” division but more....more about it (I don’t know how to phrase it exactly but you know how in canon it’s basically just doppel “planning a peaceful protest“? Muse isn’t exactly attacking anyone and that hard on the other side of the spectrum but she’s louder and stronger than that), or she was like that but was enough of a threat or annoyance or something to Elizant II that she exiled her. So in the first scenario I think Team Snakemouth runs into her coincidentally by accident when they first go in the Tavern (and also it turns out she and Vi had seen each other there at least once before canon), and in the second it kind of depends on where she goes. My main one is that she ends up with the bandits not fully part of their crew just kind of there. (and I think she and Astotheles would have a funny dynamic where they have an understanding but don’t really “get along”. like two cats.) And she doesn’t know about Leif specifically but has about the team in general and when the bandits capture them (possibly earlier on idk) she calls dibs on talking to them before anything else. Which either results in her being there when they first wake up and realizing Leif is there, or they break out before she can get there and she’s there when they go confront Astotheles. Also there’s a version where she leaves and goes through the forsaken lands and ends up among “the fabled tribes lurking underground” aka hollow knight but while there’s a lot of crossover in people who like that game too idk about you so I’ll save that space for now (also I actually don’t have much on that)

But yeah since Muse is not happy about the explorer thing she does not exactly get along with them. She’s not giving them trouble personally but most of them are at least aware of who she is and wary of her. But Stratos and Delilah she can at least get behind because they 1) act as a scout team like she used to be on (and irrelevant detail but I would be incorporating the idea I saw from someone else that Rebecca was their third party member because hell yeah) and she can relate to that. Possibly she knew them even before the explorer program started and was semi-influential in their training or something. 2) they explicitly do not fuck around with getting into the actual dangerous stuff. 3) even if they decided to, since they’re outrageously tough and competent they’re the most likely bugs to come out of it fine anyway

(ok other gametext sidenote: if you play with the ruigee file code and get all the ranks from Eetl, he says that “Only Maki's team has reached [max rank] before…” Which in my completely based on nothing but opinion and not looking at the actual numbers or anything, seems odd given what fighting delilah and stratos is like. like I suppose you could argue that since they don’t actually fight they don’t technically have the xp to be that high a rank and also it’s just a throwaway line but whatever)

I could probably say more but at this point there’s like a billion directions it could branch off into and some things where it’s just impressions and this isn’t one of my things where I’ve written much down before so I’ll stop there unless/until there’s any questions/interest in whatever about it

people in this fandom need to appreciate stratos and delilah smh i feel like the only fan

[sanisse]

comforting Elrond after Arwen's wedding smut (maybe breeding kink if you do that) dom female reader, please

(Also I can't wait to see what type of writer you are *squeals* - QueeenStarlight✨)

ELROND IS SO HOTTTTT, just had to say that. bye:))))))

Freaking yes. I love this man. He IS really hot 👀😏Thank you for the request!! 💗

Spice level (1-5): 🌶🌶🌶🌶 extra spicy!

Reader: fem she/her. Reader has a vagina.

Warnings/tags: penetrative sex, mild breeding kink, power dynamics & power play, praise kink. Blink-and-you-miss-it hand and finger kink. Reader is a pretty soft dom in this. 💕

Sindarin Translations:

Elig nín - my little star

Hiril nín - my lady

Meleth - love

Arimelda - dearest

Minors DNI. Your media consumption is your own responsibility.

Catharsis - Elrond x Fem!Reader

As the sun sets on the coronation ball, Elrond retires early. You almost miss it, he sneaks out so effortlessly. The second you catch a glimpse of him winding through the crowd to step out, you take chase. He usually so loves parties. It’s almost unheard-of for him to leave one early.

The halls of the Citadel of Kings are white and solemn, almost tomb-like. Elrond is a specter floating through them. He doesn’t seem to notice as you follow him all the way to the rooms that the two of you are staying in until it comes time to return home to Rivendell. Elrond slips inside. The door falls shut. You wait a moment, debating. It’s clear he wants to be alone.

But should he be?

He’s been holding back tears all day. As much as he wants space, you’re reluctant to return to the party without at least checking on him. So, you tiptoe up to the door and slip inside.

Elrond sits on the edge of the bed you share, twisting Vilya around his finger, head bowed, tears streaking down his face in silver tracks. He doesn’t make any sound as he cries. The grief radiates from his body, seeping like creeping jackfrost along the Bond you two have between your souls.

Your chest twists. You cross the room to sit next to him, reaching over to still his restless hands.

“You don’t have to grieve alone,” you whisper.

He’s quiet, with his jaw clamped so tightly shut it’s as if he can’t trust his voice. Something else opens up in the Bond. The impression of a yawning chasm, like a great black maw, a pit of loneliness and sadness and pain.

You feel—rather than hear— him say, (that is the only way I know how to grieve).

Your own eyes grow hot and prick with tears. You lean over to kiss his cheek, then wrap your arms around him. He feels so…strangely small. Elrond is huge. Seven feet tall and pure muscle. But he feels impossibly fragile now.

You stroke his hair while he cries and ask: “Tell me how I can help you. What do you need?”

He doesn’t answer. He just shakes his head and buried his face in your neck.

“Sleep?” You ask. “I’ll be right here with you.”

It’s not the world’s most helpful suggestion, but he really does need to rest. The second he’d arrived in Minas Tirith he’d been unable to stop himself from jumping in to help with the wounded still recovering from the great battles that had raged these past few months. With the impending coronation and Arwen’s wedding, he had wanted to keep himself as busy as possible. He has a bad habit of working himself to the bone to escape his own feelings. He’s completely work himself out and you’re sure that now, when he can no longer run from the pain, the weariness is only making everything worse.

Elrond just shakes his head. “I cannot.”

You just sit there a moment, still holding him, trying to think of something. There is one small thing you can try. It works well when he’s overstressed at home, but you’re not sure if it’s the right thing to do here. It’s certainly not a long term solution by any means, but it could— perhaps— provide enough catharsis that he might at least be able to sleep.

Sometimes, Elrond needs to just stop thinking. To be taken apart piece by piece so he can get out of his own head for once.

You kiss his cheek again, still rubbing his back, then you pull back to take his face in your hands and offer: “Would it help to take your mind off things if I— If we just spent the night like we sometimes do? Would you like me to help you relax? To stop that whirring, clever brain of yours for a few hours?”

He has the wherewithal to blush, which is a relief. He isn’t so completely consumed. You offer him a little smile, waiting for his answer.

Elrond nods at last. He reaches up to take your hands and brings them to his mouth to kiss them. His lips are warm, a little wet from the tears that still leak from his eyes. It’s a tremulous, fragile thing: that kiss.

“Very well,” you say softly. “Take out your hair for me, elig nín?”

It’s always the first step. You watch as his slender, strong fingers unlace the red ribbons, then work their way up to the strange little knots exclusive to him, then through the rest of his hair. He shakes it out when he’s done. It falls midnight-black around his shoulders, glinting silver where the moonlight from the window catches it.

You lean in to kiss him. It’s a chaste, gentle sort of kiss. “Now, do mine.”

He lets out a shuddering breath and starts to unlace your style. There’s something about it for him —undressing others— that he finds soothing in certain contexts. In other games you play he can be a hungry animal, stripping away layers to get to his prize. Like this, though, there is something reverential in it. Deferential. He has never explained, but you wonder if it goes back to his days of service to Gil-Galad.

When he finishes with your hair, he helps you with the corset and party gown. Once you’re free of it, you pop the first button on his jacket and he takes the hint and strips down to his waist. You take the opportunity then to run your hands over the newly -exposed expanse of skin he’s offering you: heated, golden, silhouetted in starlight. His broad, strong shoulders, dropping to his trim waist, tracing up, up, up to brush your thumbs over his pebbled nipples. He arches into that touch, hissing.

“Lie back for me,” you whisper.

He obeys without hesitation, hair fanning out like a black pool of ink. You lean over him, tracing the waistband of his trousers, and ask, “Will you be good?”

He nods.

You go on: “I know you will. And part of being good is telling me if it’s too much. So be very good for me, elig, and tell me if you need to stop and we will stop.”

He nods again.

“I want to hear you,” you prompt sternly.

“Yes,” he whispers. “I’ll be good. I will tell you.”

“Yes what?”

He shudders beneath your fingertips, tilting his hips toward your hand, and murmurs: “Yes, hiril nín.”

It makes you ache, the way he says it. The way he’s looking at you. “Good,” you say, reaching to stroke his cheek. “You’re already being so good for me.”

He shivers again, eyes slipping shut, and turns to kiss your palm. Your pulse quickens. You pull away to shuffle up his body and lower yourself down onto his face. Elrond doesn’t need any prompting. He licks one long stripe over your cunt, then focuses in on your clit. The touch is electric. It’s so good, making your hips buck. You have to let out a long moan, which Elrond answers with his own— it bubbles out to vibrate against your skin and you gasp.

He is so, so, so good at this. And he loves doing it, loves tasting you, plunging his tongue in and out of you, sucking on your clit, loves it when you lace your fingers in his hair and pull, loves it when you grind down on his face until he can’t breathe, can’t be anywhere but here, underneath you, driving you toward your peak.

You come embarrassingly quickly with a sharp shout. Elrond’s fingers curl in the sheets— you haven’t given him permission to touch you. He just keeps working, sucking, drawing it out as much as you can until your head’s light and you’re so sensitive it almost hurts.

You sit back against his chest with a long, happy sigh. His face is wet and slick with you, eyes blown wide, so dark as he looks up at you with pure, utter adoration, and licks his lips.

“Well done,” you whisper. You feather your fingertips over his mouth and he whines and closes his lips around your fingers and sucks so hard it makes your head pound. He’s so unbearably pretty like this, his eyes burning for you, face flushed. And the noises he’s making as he sucks tell you he’s there— in that comforting little space where he’s not thinking about anything but you, but pleasing you— he always gets high-pitched and sweet.

You pull your fingers out of his mouth, slick with his own saliva, and reach behind you to slip beneath his trousers and take his cock.

He jerks. He’s so hard— this whole thing always gets him hard. You give him one rough pump that makes him choke, and you warn: “Be good.”

“I’m trying,” he whimpers with a wrecked little sound.

“I know,” you reassure, “I know you are, elig. But you can’t come yet. Is that perfectly clear?”

“Yes, hiril nín.”

You let him go and then shuffle back down his body to peel his trousers off him. He tilts his hips for you. You wrap your fingers around him again and give him a few more strokes. It’s a bit cruel— he’s so sensitive— but you love the way his face pinches.

At last, you take pity on him and settle over him once more, taking his cock and lining him up. He whines again— another high-pitched, desperate little sound— and then you sink down, swallowing him up.

He’s big. He’s so, so big. He always fills you up so perfectly. It can be hard to take sometimes, but tonight you go at your own pace until your bodies are flush together and he’s fully seated inside you.

You pin his wrists, drag your hips, and start to use him.

There’s something so intoxicating about holding the Lord of Imladris— bearer of the mightiest of the Three— down and fucking him.

He makes the sweetest little noises, tells you how beautiful you are, how much he loves you, says thank you, thank you, thank you over and over again. There are tears building in his eyes— not from grief but from how overwhelmed and overstimulated he is— and still he’s good— he holds himself back— lets you take and take and take.

You come again with another shout. Elrond watches you with reverence, like you’re something holy— with such fragile adoration it hurts. His eyes have pooled with starlight, flecked with constellations. He’s so, so close to falling apart but he doesn’t beg. He doesn’t ask. He never does. He turns himself over completely to your pleasure.

You’re throbbing between your legs. You’re so wet, leaking all over him, absurdly sated. Every single nerve in your body sings.

You release his wrists and lean down to cradle his head, rubbing at the lingering silver tear tracks, counting the constellations in his eyes.

“Have I been good for you?” he asks.

“Yes, elig, yes, you’ve been so good,” you reassure, breathless. He’s rock hard inside of you, pulsing. He trembles like an earthquake but still doesn’t move, just lies there, waiting for whatever you’ll give him. You know he’d let you leave him like this if you wished it. You’ve done it before. Not tonight, though. Tonight you want to wear him out, you want to give him that rush.

You drag your hips again and he trembles.

“It’s alright, you can touch me,” you say.

He rests his hands on your hips. You brace yourself on your elbows, stroking his face, brushing back his sweat-slicked hair, and kiss him. He tastes of salt and yourself.

“Do you want to come inside me?” You ask, speeding. “Fill me up?”

He makes a choked, tortured sound, shaking as he tries to be good, to stay still, to let you use him. “Yes,” he manages. “Please—“

“Do it,” you command. “Do it, elig. You’ve been so good for me. Come. Come inside me— I want it painting my insides— want it dripping out of me— want you to fuck it into me— let go, meleth.”

He bursts inside you perfectly on command— hips jerking, unable to hold back (he apologizes, says I’m sorry, I can’t— you tell him it’s fine. That he’s been so good for you, letting you use him like this). It sets you off again, the feeling of him filling you up, flooding you with himself— you’re lightheaded and spinning, rocking your hips, drawing it out as much as you can because it feels so good— the bond between you two snaps white, then gold, as you hurtle together like concentric stars until neither of you know up from down anymore and you have to collapse against his chest.

Elrond’s breathless, shaking all over like a wet branch as he softens inside of you. You can feel his seed dripping out; you’re so full— just the way you both like it.

You kiss the side of his head, and reassure one last time: “You were so good. You did so well for me.” Then, “I’m going to hold you for a bit, then we’ll get you cleaned up. That wasn’t too much?”

He shakes his head, reaching up to run his fingers through your hair. “No, arimelda. Thank you so much.”

You smile and shift. You both have to groan as he slips out of you. Elrond reaches down to scoop up what’s dripped out of you and pushes it back in where it belongs and it makes you ache.

The moon is high, now, filling the room with pale light. You curl around Elrond and hold him for as long as he needs as your bodies cool. Get him some water. Clean him up. And finally, eventually, he drops off to a peaceful, restful sleep.

It isn’t a permenant catharsis, but for now it’s enough.

[pissjesus]

Okay so 👀

I’m really curious about your take on Murdoc and Hannibal. Please just, tell me everything 🥲. Although, if I had to ask for something specific, when was the last time Murdoc saw Hannibal before they got out of touch with each other?

Well I’m glaaaaaaaaaaaad you asked :3c

Though I don’t go into any graphic detail, I’ll issue a content warning for references and allusions to abuse

I headcanon Hannibal being about 5’ 10” and scrawny, and the spitting image of their dad. I always interpreted them as having different moms, so I think Murdoc shares some features with both of them but looks more like his mom (he also managed to dodge inheriting his dad’s receding hairline, but Hannibal wasn’t as fortunate). I also imagine Hannibal having a high, mousy voice

I think they rarely ever got along and fought constantly, often because Murdoc would be clamoring for attention and Hannibal didn’t want to share his time or his things with his little brother, and they both had a hair-trigger temperament

When he was little, Murdoc thought Hannibal was the coolest person in the world and wanted to emulate him, but this admiration wore off as they got older and he realized Hannibal gets bullied just as much as he does. He especially began to resent the fact that Hannibal was sooner willing to throw him under the bus than stand up for him

Despite how often they fought, they’d team up to get into (and out of) trouble. Hannibal would have Murdoc sneak into spaces where he couldn’t fit and he would be the lookout, and they got good at stealing and would do it just to see what they could get away with.

Later on, if one got arrested for whatever petty crime, the other would bail him out and they had a mutual agreement to keep it a secret from their dad

If Hannibal had a girlfriend, Murdoc would tattle to her about anything Hannibal did to him

Murdoc has always been shorter than Hannibal, but he eventually got to be stronger than him as he would take on a lot of physically demanding odd jobs once he got older— much to Hannibal’s dismay at no longer being able to push around his little brother

@bisexualchucky and I have this headcanon that they had a big rat problem in their basement and their dad would make them go down there and bash the rats, and whoever bashed more rats got to have seconds at dinner. Hannibal always managed to find a way to spin it in his favor even if he didn’t bash more rats. Murdoc relays this story to people as if it’s something everyone had to do as a kid.

By the same token, Murdoc eats like he’s gonna bite your hand if you try to take it away from him because he always had to fight to get food before anyone else got to it

Their dad often pitted them against each other, which stopped them from really bonding at all outside teaming up to get out of trouble. They could go to each other to help cover for them when they’ve screwed up, but they’d never turn to each other for emotional support.

Their dad tried exploiting Hannibal the way he did with Murdoc, but was disappointed by his lack of potential and always held that over his head. Because of this, Hannibal envied any “special” treatment he felt Murdoc received.

He also did not appreciate it when Murdoc started acting like he was smarter than him and would try his manipulation tactics on him— especially after a life-long insecurity about his perceived lack of intelligence. It didn’t help that Murdoc has a knack for knowing exactly what to say to hurt you most

The last time they saw each other was when Murdoc decided he wasn’t gonna take the abuse any more and left home saying he was gonna make it on his own. Hannibal never really managed to leave home besides being in and out of jail

Bonus: I have a headcanon that Hannibal calls Murdoc “Mo” as short for his name, and also because he says he looks like Moe from the Three Stooges

[abyssaldyke]

am i allowed to ask for all the questions in that post? 👀

I don't see why not! And also you're so sweet omg

As a disclaimer I did much less reading and a lot more writing than usual this year, which is a bad habit! Sometimes there are absorption periods and production periods; so it goes!

Describe your experience reading/writing this year in one word.

Transformative. I wrote in a lot of new ways and found a lot of tricks that work well for me!

How has this year and this specific point in time affected your reading/writing life?

Uh, well. The Ick kinda threw me into a creative spiral and I wrote a ton on unemployment, and even more now that I have some structure. Also it's a good time to write about antifascism.

Did you have a reading/writing goal this year? How did you do? What’s next year’s goal?

I wanted to read 35 books which I certainly did not do, though I did read quite a few. I also wanted to do a full Watch Party rewrite and write a draft of another idea, both of which were never finished. Next year I'd like to try for that 35 again, finish a first draft of Space 3: Tokyo Drift and a rewrite of Untitled Space Opera: the First One (now tentatively titled Space Trash). I'd also like to write a few short stories, particularly this post-apocalyptic museum thriller I've had kicking around for like 8 years.

What reading/writing achievement from this year are you proudest of?

Oh, dude, writing the first Space Opera. It was such a quick turnaround and yet I think it came out really fun and funny. Also, I'm proud of myself for recognizing that Watch Party probably won't ever turn into anything I'd want to pitch, but I loved writing it anyway. Nothing is wasted, right?

Did you manage to get out and do something literary in person? Think of seeing a play, going to a reading, visiting a bookshop, inspecting your friend’s bookshelf, taking a writing class, or anything else that feels meaningful to you.

Bookstores, absolutely. I wish I could've gone to more talks. Also pruning the bookshelves is always nice.

Did you re-read any books, and if so, how long ago did you originally read them? Did you read more new books or rereads (try to guess!) and why?

I've been skimming parts of Gideon and Harrow for a bit now; they're practically writing guides at this point because I love the way TM does mood.

Discover any new writers this year? Tell us about them!

I mean she isn’t new but Ursula K Le Guin. Also Merlin Sheldrake is pretty cool!

Did someone do something kind for you (buy you a book, write with you in a coffee shop, read your book review, leave a nice comment on your writing, etc.) this year? Thank them!

Ollie literally listened to me read aloud like every single day this year, for which I will never stop being grateful. Also, M’s comments on the first space opera are some of my fave pieces of commentary ever and I go back to them a lot. Having people read and listen to your work is very nice, turns out!

What do you hope to see in your and/or others’ writing in the future? Feel free to name trends, themes, ideas, inspirations…

More cannibalism, more gross shit, more gay shit! More nuanced portrayals of addiction oh my god. Everybody should be writing the stuff that gives them butterflies (except creeps).

Share a song you read/wrote a lot of words to this year!

Oh dude, Megan Thee Stallion’s Captain Hook. Also all of Montero (especially Sun Goes Down). And Kiss Me More.

How many books/projects are you in the middle of right now, and which do you hope to finish by the end of this year?

Fuckin’ NONE. NONE! Maybe I’ll do a little planning for Space 3 for the rest of the year but right now I have nothing! Literally the worst.

What book/project most surprised you this year? What book/project did you most enjoy reading/writing this year?

Space Opera in general; I’d never written scifi and it rose from a really rough creative time and went so well. I had a lot of fun and learned that genre fiction is and has probably always been my thing.

What book/project changed your worldview?

Entangled Life by Merlin Sheldrake. Mushrooms are unreal I love them.

What’s your favorite book of all time, and are you thinking of it differently this year?

My fave book of all time was at one point 1984 which... yeesh. The book I’ve enjoyed the most is John Dies at the End, though Gideon the Ninth is definitely up there. Mostly I’m just thinking of how art doesn’t have to be terribly serious to be good or affecting, you know?

Name a Book or Project of the year– this is different from all those questions above! Explain your criteria.

Space Opera 1: Daddy’s #1 Candy Baby. Easy to write, easy to read, funny and a lil sad.

What writing/reading lessons did you learn this year? What would you go back and tell yourself at the beginning of the year? What are you telling yourself now?

It’s okay to just leave it if it isn’t working. Even if you spent a lot of time on it. Sunk cost isn’t real. Grieve and be upset and everything and then do something else really cool! You’re literally 26, fucking chill.

Look back at your posts from the beginning of this year. What were you thinking about?

Man, probably the Locked Tomb and neo-noirs. Not much has changed!

Share a writing/reading memory from this year that sticks with you.

Ollie finishing One Good Turn! I’m so proud of them!

What will you be taking with you from this year into the next?

Hopefully some fuckin’ optimism and good advice. And perhaps I will take the bullying from my mother about querying to heart.

[ser-rctslcyer]

ALL I CAN SAY IS AWWWWWWWWWWWWW

Wayne starts the movie and settles in, offering you the popcorn every few minutes in case you change your mind after the first ‘no, thank you’. 

My heart just fucking melted-- this is something my parents did (still do on occasion) with any snacky foods and just 🥺 Wayne has true dad energy and it makes me so very happy. I can just imagine him and Eddie having movie nights, and he makes a big thing of popcorn to share with Eddie for the whole thing. He could easily make Eddie his own, but no this is their little tradition while they hang out and it mustn’t be ruined!

Must be the Munson boys, whatever they’d been through, whatever they’d seen. They knew enough to seemingly handle everything thrown at them with ease. 

NO BECAUSE THIS MAKES ME DEPRESSED BECAUSE I HC THEY WENT THROUGH A LOT 😭 

He gently places you down, pulling the blanket up around you and with your eyes closed he assumes you’ve fallen asleep again. 

Not me catching this line and being like “oh 👀”-- was I asleep, eddie? 😏 

Eddie recognizes that look, it’s the look that means the other man’s been thinking too much and Eddie’s about to hear about it whether he wants to or not.

“Sit down, kid.” Wayne pats the couch next to him, ushering his nephew over until he sits on the edge of the cushion, waiting for the other shoe to drop. “Listen, now I don’t think you’re an asshole or anything but I just gotta make sure you know the gravity of this all.

“That one in there,” Wayne motions back across his shoulder towards the bedrooms, “they been through enough shit as it is, so don’t be fucking around with their feelings or any of that mess or I swear I’ll kick you out on your ass fast enough.”

DAD WAYNE!!! DAD WAYNE!! AAAAAAAAAAAAA ILOVEHIMYOURHONOR!!!! First of all the fact that Eddie, just can tell off the look alone he’s about to lectured about something is completely perfect. Secondly, Wayne doing the typical “sit with me” made be so giddy cause like yes, sit him down

“I’m so in love with them, Wayne, it hurts. It hurts me to see how much that stupid shit affects them, it hurts me to even consider that it might not be mutual, it hurts me to know the only peace they ever get is here in this shitty trailer and I still wouldn’t give a second of the hurt up. Not for anything in the world, so no, you don’t gotta worry about them. Might have to worry about me though.”

YESSSSS!!!! EDDIE SPILLING HIS FEELINGS OUT!!!!! I know people like to make fics were he’s shy or he can never truly expresses how he feels till xyz happens but like I don’t think this boy could contain himself if he ever got a crush on you-- especially if he knows its mutual. The way he’d keep everything about his life the same if it meant giving you a safe space at any moment truly shows how selfless he is. He’s willing to do anything to make you happy and that just AAAAAAAAAA

“Consider me properly threatened, by my own flesh and blood no less,” Eddie grumbles. 

I love my sassy boy!!!

Wayne’s more of a father to him than anyone else had even come close to. 

This sentence has destroyed me completely, inside and out

This part has made me so incredibly happy!!! Seeing Wayne be best unofficial dad of the year is truly everything to me! And them having a talk and bonding just makes me even more happy!! I love how Wayne is also very much willing to provide support for both of you and just aaaaa it’s already so perfect!!! Thank you for feeding us this wonderful content!!!! I love everything so far and god does it just keep getting cuter here!!!

not if it's you || part three

eddie munson x gender neutral reader

summary: wayne's home but eddie's not, so your trip to eddie's house ends in a movie night on the couch with his uncle

words: 2.5k this is the longest part i think?

warnings: more references to readers abusive parents, wayne drinks beer, no gendered pronouns or descriptions

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gif credit: @suledins

"Hon, I swear, sometimes I think I might as well get you a key. You must live here more than you do at your own house," Wayne teases you the moment he sees that it’s you standing on his doorstep again. His eyes are alight with the joke, but it still sends a shot of guilt through your chest. You are here so often that it's probably rude to keep showing up at their house unannounced like this. It's not like Eddie lives alone either so it's more than just him you're bothering with it too.

"Sorry Wayne I uh– you can just tell Eddie I came by, if you don't mind that is." The last words tumble from you in a rushed panic, stumbling in your step back off his front step. Wayne reaches out to grab your elbow, keeping you from falling onto your ass and you smile tensely at him in a silent thank you but he just shakes his head and continues to pull you towards the doorway with him in it. 

"Nonsense hon, come on in. I was just about to watch a movie – why don't you join me? I'm sure that knucklehead of ours will be home any minute here." 

It's an olive branch that you're sure is just politeness, but the selfish part of you that wants, no, needs to be here wins out and you move along with his pull, stepping past the threshold and into his home. 

"If you're sure it won't bother you," your eyes are on your feet as you toe off your shoes delicately, too nervous to look up and find that it does bother him and he's just too nice to say it. Wayne chuckles in response and you can't help but tear your gaze away from the floor to see the expression. He's grinning from ear to ear with an all too fond look in his eyes that you feel like you’re wholly undeserving of, but before you can think too much on it he shuts the door with a loud bang. 

"Sure as shit doll, go on and sit down." Wayne walks into the kitchen, grabbing drinks and a bowl of popcorn that had already been sat on the counter. He comes into the living room and plants himself on the couch beside you, passing over a can of coke with a short nod. Kicking his feet up onto the table in front of him, he picks up the remote and finally turns to you. “Hope you don’t mind scary.”

“I have been known to like a scary movie or two,” you smile, cracking open your drink and tucking your feet under your knees to get comfortable. Wayne starts the movie and settles in, offering you the popcorn every few minutes in case you change your mind after the first ‘no, thank you’. 

Around halfway through you can feel his eyes on you, he watches you for just a minute before clearing his throat. This is it, the shoe is dropping, he’s gonna tell you it’s nice and all that you’re friends with his nephew but you need to stop coming by his house so often. You brace yourself  for the fall, the moment this safe haven gets burned down in front of you. However it’s not what he has to say apparently.

“So…” He lets the word sit in the air for a bit, taking a long swig of his beer like he knows the tension has you just shy of squirming. “What’re you doing over here with Eddie so much?”

“I uh,” clearing your throat you finally turn to look at him, trying to find any sign to tell you if he’s angry. You’ve spent too many years looking for the tightening of eyes, the slightest of twitches, anything to warn you of a storm approaching; but Wayne’s just watching you, completely relaxed like he doesn’t have you on the edge of his couch, ready to bolt at a moment's notice. 

“I just have some shit going on at my uh– my house. My dad…..” You trail off trying to find the right words to explain. How do you tell someone that your dad is whatever he is, loud and cruel. That he screams until he’s red in the face, shatters anything close enough to reach. That you hate it there and this is your only reprieve; Eddie’s big brown doe eyes and his vanilla scented sheets. “He’s not great, sometimes I just gotta get out of there. Somehow I just always seem to end up here when I finally do get out.”

You can see the barest flash of a wince cross Wayne’s face, before he schools his features and nods. He seems to consider this new piece of information, like he’s finding out the whole picture. A puzzle he’s been trying to solve and it all just finally fell into place. He takes another drink of his beer before setting it down on the table beside him. 

A beat of silence and under Wayne’s watchful look, the words pour out of you before you can even process them. “Eddie’s just my best friend, I guess. I don’t even know if he knows that, if he knows just how much I need him.”

“Well I’m sure Eds told you already, but you’re welcome here whenever you need hon.” Tears well in your eyes at his words and your gaze drops again, down to watch the way your fingers fiddle with the tab on the can in your hands. It takes several breaths before you catch a hold of the lump in your throat that threatens to crack every word you want to get out and bury it deep. 

“Thanks Wayne, really, thanks.” 

He claps his hand on your shoulder in what is probably meant to be comfort before turning back to the movie like you hadn’t just told him something so personal. It’s nice, to not have him make a big deal, reminds you of when Eddie had first found out. He’d sat in front of you in the back of his van, had watched you cry through the story, barely holding back sobs. Had tackled you to the van floor with a hug the moment you’d finished, holding you to his chest like his care would be enough to put together all of your jagged pieces. 

Then you’d smoked an ungodly amount of weed and it all didn’t seem so big anymore. Must be the Munson boys, whatever they’d been through, whatever they’d seen. They knew enough to seemingly handle everything thrown at them with ease. 

After that it’s nice. No longer worried about overstaying your welcome, you and Wayne pass the bowl of popcorn back and forth in a comfortable silence. You wonder if this is what it’s like when it’s just him and Eddie, if this is how familial relationships are supposed to be: easy. When the movie finally ends, Wayne mentions watching another and you nod your head through the yawn that stretches your lips. He grabs another beer while he’s up changing the tape before taking his place by you again. 

Not even twenty minutes in and you’re asleep, head falling to rest on Wayne’s shoulder next to you. He scoops the almost empty can from your hands before it can fall, setting it on the table in front of you slowly, not wanting to wake you. Wayne leans back into the couch, propping his feet up once more and letting you melt into his side. It’s not long before the late hour catches up to him too, movie forgotten, still playing in the background as his eyes droop and his own head ends up settling on top of yours with a quiet snore. 

Eddie’s van crunches over the gravel as he pulls up to the trailer, a smile stretching its way across his lips at the sight of your car parked next to Wayne’s truck. He shoves the van into park roughly, the excitement at seeing you again building in him as he hops out. Eddie walks by your car, looking in the window to ensure he doesn’t miss you, winter too close to let you sleep outside again. Upon seeing the empty seats he turns towards his front door, shoveling his keys into his jacket pocket and practically skipping inside. 

“Funny to fi–” Eddie crows as the door swings open, words dying in his throat at the sight before him. Wayne plastered to the couch, head tipped back and resting on top of yours. And you. You with your legs tucked up under you and your cheek squished into Wayne’s shoulder, mouth slightly agape. 

Eddie would swear every time he gets to see you like this, the water gets deeper, he’s not sure he could pinpoint when he stopped being able to touch the ground, so much warm affection it swirls around him in what feels more and more like an ocean every day. 

He could drown in it and never have a single thing to complain about. 

The door closes, the clock ticks, Eddie’s heart beats against his ribs in an attempt to break free, and he’s stuck. Glued to the floor below him, watching the people he loves most in the world pressed together on his couch in one giant sleeping mess. The TV in front of you two glows blue, end of the VHS long since reached; it’s only a matter of time before it switches to loud static. Eddie walks over, grabbing the remote off the table and shutting the TV off before it’s able to shatter the peaceful scene in his living room. 

Unfortunately as he moves around you start to stir with a sleepy sound, eyes blinking open until you can make out the familiar pattern of the handkerchief in his back pocket. Eddie turns to find you looking at him, your eyes hooded and still he can see the same affection that burns in him mirrored back. When you finally speak, the words are slurred together softly.

“Eddie? That’you?” 

He crouches in front of the couch, hands moving before he can stop them to cup your cheek gently. You lean into his touch, smile playing at your lips when he responds. “Yeah, sweetheart, it’s me.”

“Hi,” you whisper, still leaning further into him as his thumb gently brushes across your skin. Your hair is messed up from leaning against Wayne and you keep pushing forward until you can wrap your arms around his waist and shove your face into his chest with a sigh. Eddie runs his fingertips up and down your spine, the way he’s only been able to do when you’re asleep and he gets to feel the way your entire body goes limp under his touch.

“Hi, do you wanna sleep in my bed again?” Eddie tucks his nose into your hair, relishing the feeling of you in his arms when you nod. He slowly stands, pulling you with him and snaking his arm under your shoulders to help you walk down the hallway. He gently places you down, pulling the blanket up around you and with your eyes closed he assumes you’ve fallen asleep again. 

Eddie walks back out to the living room with an extra blanket, planning to throw it over his uncle before going to sleep but Wayne’s sitting up awake and staring him down like he hadn’t been asleep only moments before. Eddie recognizes that look, it’s the look that means the other man’s been thinking too much and Eddie’s about to hear about it whether he wants to or not. 

“Sit down, kid.” Wayne pats the couch next to him, ushering his nephew over until he sits on the edge of the cushion, waiting for the other shoe to drop. “Listen, now I don’t think you’re an asshole or anything but I just gotta make sure you know the gravity of this all.

“That one in there,” Wayne motions back across his shoulder towards the bedrooms, “they been through enough shit as it is, so don’t be fucking around with their feelings or any of that mess or I swear I’ll kick you out on your ass fast enough.” 

Eddie chokes on a laugh, moving his hand to cover his mouth so he can muffle the noise. Wayne turns to glare at him and it only sends him into another fit of laughter, bent over on the couch until tears run down his cheeks and he catches his breath. “Yeah, yeah, thanks for that old man but you don’t have to worry. It’s all a moot point given I’m so ridiculously in lov–” 

It’s the first time Eddie’s thought about the wave long enough to put words to it, and knowing it and saying it out loud to another living breathing person are two very different things if the way his heart slams to a stop at the notion is any indication. He sucks in another breath through his teeth, wiping the few tears off his face before continuing. 

“I’m so in love with them, Wayne, it hurts. It hurts me to see how much that stupid shit affects them, it hurts me to even consider that it might not be mutual, it hurts me to know the only peace they ever get is here in this shitty trailer and I still wouldn’t give a second of the hurt up. Not for anything in the world, so no, you don’t gotta worry about them. Might have to worry about me though.” 

Wayne claps him on the back roughly and stands with a grin, offering Eddie a hand to pull him off the couch. It takes Eddie a few moments to catch a hold of the emotions that threaten to drown him now that they’re out in the open, before he smiles back at his uncle. Wayne takes a step towards his room before turning and pulling Eddie into a hug. “Well, now that that’s sorted out.”

“Consider me properly threatened, by my own flesh and blood no less,” Eddie grumbles. It’s not a real complaint and they both know it, Eddie’s nothing but thankful that Wayne took him in and gave him a place to stay after everything with his parents. Wayne’s more of a father to him than anyone else had even come close to. 

When they pull back Wayne finally starts towards his own room, stopping again when he reaches his door to look back at his nephew still standing in the living room. “Also, knucklehead, stop letting them sleep in their car because you can’t be bothered to show up at a reasonable hour. Just give ‘em a key for the place. God knows if neither of us is home, at least they have a place to crash.” 

Another thing to be grateful for, the never ending generosity of a man who would say he didn’t have anything to give. Eddie makes a showy motion of saluting Wayne, heels clicking together as his hand waves in the air dramatically. “Aye, aye captain.”

Wayne rolls his eyes and shuts his door behind him leaving Eddie once more in the dead quiet of the middle of the night, filled with nothing but affection, with you asleep in his bed.

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[carminavulcana]

Fanfic Authors Appreciation Day- Star Trek Edition

21 August is Fanfic Authors Appreciation Day. I borrowed this rec meme from my friend @avani008‘s wall. 

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1. an old fic (posted at least three years ago)-- A Sky of Stars by @aconitum-napellus .This is a heartbreaking story about Spock crash landing and getting enslaved on a farm on a human colony in space. Excellent writing, moving, and very sensitively told. 

2. a new fic (posted within the last six months)-- Humanitas   by Indicted. What happens when McCoy goes undercover as a member of a Xenophobic, KKK-like organization? 

3. a fic you wish had gotten more attention (less than 50 kudos on AO3 or less than 30 comments on LJ)-- Folsom Prison Blues by Greywolf the Wanderer. An alternate way "The Menagerie" might have gone.  What if StarFleet had refused to accept the Talosians' testimony on Spock's behalf?

4. a genfic-- Unbearable by blue_jack. Spock dealing with his mother’s death. It is not easy. Especially not for someone like him. 

5. a fic focused on a female character-- A Quiet Mind by FussySpaceBureaucratSaru. A father/daughter story about Michael Burnham from ST: Discovery.

6. a fic which made you 👀 a character in a new light-- Broken Wings by VulcanElf. Spock died as a child and became an angel. This is his mission now. To save Jim Kirk. 

7. a fic which made you ship something-- First Do No Harm by Sita_Z. Spock’s first physical and Dr. McCoy’s concern over what he finds... or doesn’t almost find. 

8. a fic which inspired you to write-- Ship of Dreams by LonaMyLona. Spock and Jim go undercover to break a slavery ring. Spock goes in as a slave. Jim goes around the galaxy as a slaver. Heartbreak and resilience are the only answers in this amazing, beautiful, painful story.

9. a fic with a particularly memorable line-- The Attack by valerie piacentini (raynewton) -- “I'll tell you that every man on the Enterprise would follow him blindfolded into Hell; and they'd know he'd bring them out again.”

10. ??? (🙌 to 👀 what categories you come up with!)

A fic that resonated deeply with me because of a personal connection-- Against the dying of light by Mattmetzger. This is a cancer fic and not easy to read. The author did not complete it and will probably not return to it because his mother has also been diagnosed with cancer. I lost my mommy to a terminal illness 11 years ago so this was hard to read but also much needed. I highly recommend reading the other works by this author. He is AMAZING. 

Anyone else want to play? I’d be thrilled to 👀 more recs on my dash!

[madeleinejoanstars]

Things are changing for me and I want to give y’all a heads up! (TL;DR in the swipes and comments!) 💗 I’m taking a break from posting Tarot videos this month in service of integrating a metric fuck-ton of new insights and information. I’m curious if anyone else is on this wave? 🌊 The Sun is currently cruising through my Eighth House of Intimacy, Death, Power, and Transformation, and I’m honoring the fuck out that. 🌊💗🧙🏻‍♀️ Things are changing all around us, and correspondingly inside of us. We’re all connected, reality is fractal, and energetically speaking, the mosaic pieces are sliding out of and into place. Maybe you’ve felt the weird, collective tug to calm and clear yourself, to make space for something different, if not “new.” As a Plutonian-ass Shift Witch*, I feel it. This means some deep changes for me and my work, which I’ll share more about in another post. 💗🧙🏻‍♀️ In the meantime, I’ll be back with your monthly Tarot videos on April Fool’s Day at youtube.com/madeleinethevillagewitch (link in the bio). If you like my work, please take a minute to subscribe and hit the notification bell, so you can get an email when I post. 💗 I’m also going to be changing my reading options and pricing in April to reflect the value of what I can do after 30 years (!) of practice. I still have dates and email readings available in March at my current rate (links in the bio @madeleine.the.village.witch ), so if you’ve ever been curious about my work and want to grab a reading, now’s a good time. I don’t say this to create a false sense of need or urgency - I hate that shit. I just want to be transparent and ethical as I make this transition and give y’all the choice to respond as you want. 💗 *more on this in my next post 👀 Adorable tired witch art by the talented @ghostcashew 💗 #pixelart #pastelpixels #tiredwitch #villagewitch #eighthhouse https://instagr.am/p/Ca-V-SUOtCu/

[decembermoonskz]

HELOO IZZYYY !! recently, ive been laying off genshin bc thoma keeps on distracting me from my studies Y^Y the past week has been busy since projects kept on coming continuously. one submitted, two new due again huhu but i finished majority of them already hehe like, 3 of them were centered in drawing and wow, didnt expect that ill find art fun :3 im not good but maybe ill practice, i had a really fun time doodling for my projects jadfkjafjk AND is it true that albedos banner will be returning? bc if it is Y^Y i already got a confirmed 50 50 win because of keqing fsbahfhadfv hbu? what were you up to these days? other than that, ive been getting into tbz and nct :>> spent majority of my free time just watching funny vids about them in youtube

AND OMGGG YOU DRAW SO WELLLL. your male characters are all so handsome, can i marry kiryu? IM A SUCKER FOR BAD BOYS Y^Y their backstories are sooo interesting. any chance that youll make a story with them as leads??? id definitely read that! YOURE DRAWINGSSS ARE SO BEAUTIFULLL i kenat get over :">> anyways, kohaku having those god-like visuals, im curious as to how his brother, teika, looks like 👀

for the game,,, #s - 1 - 3 (explain why :>) - 8 - 10 🤔 - 14 - 18 - 19 - 23 IM SORRY FOR THE MANY NUMBERS HUHU these are the topics i genuinely want to know about you, and talk with you about hehe. take your time answering though! i requested a lot after all Y^Y

hope you have a great day~

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hey you! nice to hear from ya!

I wish you the best of luck with your studies as always bub! Also art is a lot fun, I’ve been enjoying myself this sem!! ✨✨✨ YES ALBEDO IS COMING BACK!! Albedo and Eula’s banners will be running at the same time as the first part of 2.3 and then Itto after that. I’m gonna skip eula in order to get albedo and then save for itto and his weapon 🙈🙈🙈 I’m super excited! ✨✨ I’ve been good! Just been doing school, writing my fic for the collab and gaming. Nothing out of the ordinary honestly. :3 that’s fun tho getting into a group then watching videos of them is always nice. ^^

Hhhhhh oh my gosh thank you so much about my art 🥺🥺🥺 Kiryu is just so pretty huh? 😔😭 uwucry I love him!! Also I mentioned in a previous ask once that I have been writing a story for them! However I’m not even sure I wanna share it or not, and also I work on it off and on a lot so it’s a big WIP haha to hear that you’d read it tho is a huge compliment thank you 🥺��🥺🥺🥺🥺 also Kohaku was made after teika (I may have mentioned that) and so yeah Kohaku def looks like teika perhaps I’ll show teika in the next rambling post I make 👀👀👀👀 (my bestie literally loves teika haha)

I’m gonna throw your answers under the cut cause this got reaaaallllyyyy long lmao

1. What did you dream about last night?

Honestly it was pretty random, just my mom and I ordering pizza but like IT WAS A TON OF PIZZA I WAS SO CONFUSED LMAO 😂 like we didn’t need that much pfff

3. Do you feel more connected to the moon or the sun?

The moon!! She is such a beautiful entity and as my queen I respect her so much. I’m aware of the saying “you are the sun, your world revolves around you.” I do agree you need to remember you are important but I still end up resonating with the moon much more haha 😂 I feel like, I’m a night owl and I much prefer night over daytime. I feel safe in the night, and the moon always watched over me. She is a safe space to me even if that’s strange to say or may not make sense to anyone else. I feel safe in confiding in her.

8. Do you believe in guardian angels?

I do actually! I’ve always grown up believing in them as my mom does too, she went shared her experiences with me about how she felt she had been in the presence of a guardian angel before. I believe we do have angels watching over us. As for how they watch over us I don’t know.

10. What is something (or someone) you’re in love with?

Well something would be drawing, and gaming. I love drawing so much, to be able to create people, things, spaces my imagination can think up, it feels amazing! Gaming for me is just a safe place for me, I’m so grateful that video games exist. People make these amazing worlds and we get to play them, it’s honestly such a wonderful thing to me. I met most of my close friends because of video games and I’m so blessed. 🥰🥰

14. Talk about one of your most cherished childhood memories.

Hmmm 🤔 I’m not sure which to pick, but a fun thing that happened to me was going to a live shoot of one of my favorite childhood shows and then taking pictures with the actors afterwards, it was really fun to see the making of a show and the process and all :D it was what I did for my birthday and it was a really fun time!

18. Do you believe dreams have meanings or are they completely random?

answered here!!

although I suppose I’ll add to my previous answer and say that random dreams can happen they happen to me a lot where I’m questions the meanings.

19. Do you believe in love at first sight?

I do! While it’s very cliché, I believe in gut feelings, and sometimes you just know; you just know that’s the person/people for you.

23. What’s your zodiac sign? Do you think you fit the general characteristics of that sign?

Local sagittarian here hehe I suppose I fit the characteristics I guess. I haven’t looked up my characteristics I’m a while. I do feel like being a Leo ascendant fits me too.