#i haven’t written in forever

[gispurple]

I wrote a TMA fic!

In which our Jmart are magically transported to a Sasha!Archivist alternate universe. I actually have plans for a very nice plot, so I’ll be posting new chapters on here as well.

[pete-pixels]

The first companion piece to a Labyrinth AU I’m working on, this is the first chapter image, and I’ll be making a companion image for each chapter! Keep an eye out here for when it will be posted! This is the first fanfic I’ll have written in over 10 years so bare with me 😰

[jordanshenessy]

six/seven sentence Sunday

Thanks for tagging me @marwani-strickland 💕

I’ve never really written for lonestar before but I got a couple paragraphs out before I just abandoned this altogether lol so here’s something I wrote around a little after 3X08

The first time TK grieved his mother, he was surrounded by his boyfriend and their friends. The second time TK grieved his mother, he almost went catatonic thinking about Jonah. The third time…? Well, the third time is really just a constant state of grief lingering in the back of his mind.

He’s learning to deal with it - cope with it. It’s hard when his grief starts to mingle with his sobriety or when memories flood him of how his mother saved him and that he couldn’t do the same. Though day by day, bit by bit, he’s starting to feel more like himself thanks to Cooper and Carlos and Tommy’s support group.

A vibration in his pocket signals a message and he’s back to reality sitting at his dining table with Carlos. He paws his phone out, responding to Nancy about inventory.

Then he sees the date as he closes the messages app. Fuck. It just gets harder and harder doesn’t it?

“Is everything okay?” Carlos’s voice beckons him.

“Huh?” TK says, mildly distracted. “Oh, yeah. Everything’s fine, it’s just that -

“Tomorrow’s Mother’s Day,” he blurts.

And Carlos heaves a heavy sigh. Hand tightening with a beat of silence, in a steady voice he says, “I know.”

tagging @finetune @terramous @if-music-be-the-food-of-love @hidden-joy @bubblesandroses8 and anyone else who wants to! Feel free to ignore!

[captain-daryn]

Eeek kicking my feet like a lovesick schoolgirl

[almonddirge]

Wrote only a few paragraphs in over half an hour, decided to take a break, and while washing my hands I had An Idea. I wrote double the previous amount in like 10 minutes. Huh.

[thesoftestpunk]

Hehe I’m absolutely terrified of posting any new writing 🙃

[ovium-sheep]

I hate seeing people mischaracterize Jimmy’s obsession and bend it into some sort of “caring” for Curly. Jimmy may have cared for Curly at some point, but no where does he express any genuine sympathy or care towards Curly.

ONCE does he say he “understands” him, but that’s only because he took the place of Curly. The place he so DESPERATELY WANTED.

Everything Jimmy did was out of morbid obsession for his “best friend.” Jimmy doesn’t care for Curly. Jimmy literally physically abused Curly.

Folks who twist his gross idolization of Curly, did we even play/watch the same game? 🤨

[jinxs-gf]

songs explain what I can’t.

best friend!jinx x musician!reader

summary: you’re writing a song to confess your feelings to your best friend. only it does the opposite and your best friend believes her feelings for you are unrequited.

content, warnings: pics have nothing to do w readers appearance. modern au, reader is in a band, slight misunderstanding

word count: 1.1k

a.n. another request!! thank you <3

Jinx watches as you announce a newly written song. You seem more nervous and jittery than you'd usually be when performing a new project for the first time. It makes Jinx anxious for you, wishing she could soothe away your clear distress. Only you wouldn't let her.

For the past few months you'd been trying to make the perfect song. At least that's what it felt like to her. You shut her down every time she asked about it.

Her best friend subtly pushed her away. And it was tearing her apart.

You were—are everything to her. She’s never loved someone as strongly as she loves you. Never been loved as strongly as you love her. Though you two feel different types of love. Yours more platonic compared to hers…

You two shared everything with each other. Secrets that hadn’t been uttered to anyone else, delicate touches and words of intimacy.

Jinx wasn’t sure where the line was between platonic and romantic. A friend and a partner.

She’s never truly had anyone that filled both those categories. So how was she supposed to know how to distinguish the two?

She came to the conclusion that your actions were merely platonic, convincing herself that no one could ever really like—love her enough to want something more.

And she was okay with that (not really).

The song you’re presenting a sound she hasn't heard before, at least not from you. It was softer and sweeter than your usual punk-rockish sound. And in another life she'd love it. But in this one?

Jinx hears the song and gets...sad. Because there's a name in there and it isn't hers. you're singing about being in love with a woman that isn't jinx. And now she isn't sure what to feel. What to think. Because-

She convinced herself that she was just fine with you thinking of her as a friend. But the song was about falling in love with a close friend. It seemed like a clear homage to your friendship. It sounded like it was a song written about her. Blue hair described and all. And it references moments only the two of you have shared. Yet you sing another name.

Why would you hide this from her? Why wouldn’t you let her in on this person? Why why why…

Jinx would praise you and claim to love the song once it was over. Your routine after a performance was to run to her and engulf her in a big hug. Pouring all your adrenaline into the arms of your best friend. A hug that was oh so welcomed.

Her tattooed arms would squeeze you, while she hung onto the cloud of your affection and scent. A scent she’d admit she was probably weirdly obsessed with…

While you talked her ear off about how amazing the audience made you feel. Jinx loved listening to your post-performance talk sessions.

Every damn time without fail.

She’s not sure she can handle you going into detail about this new song though. It would surely break her. It’s okay, she reassures herself. Just try. Try to be supportive about this. Like you always do.

She holds her breath the moment the set is over. And as expected, you run down the stage and straight to her.

Except your hug feels less excited…

Was it because of the person you wrote about in your song? Have you been pulling away because of them?

“So…what did you think?”

Jinx responds, overly enthusiastic, “amazing! Just like always. You sure have a way with words.” And the last bit sounded bitter.

It left a bad taste in your mouth.

You wince, “really? Was it that bad?” You feel the need to explain yourself, “listen, I’m sorry I’ve been pulling away. But I needed the song to be good. I needed to get my point across and I didn’t want you to find out because it would ruin-”

Jinx is aware that the last thing you need right now is attitude, but finds herself rolling her eyes anyways. Your words make her feel like you know how she feels towards you, and that makes her feel exposed.

She grows defensive.

“Didn’t want me to find out because what? Any excuse you try to give me won’t be a good enough answer. You should’ve just told me about this girl you’re so infatuated with instead of keeping secrets.”

You gape at her, your band mates had awkwardly ushered the crowd away, sensing the tension before the argument even started.

“I- what girl? Jinx, the song is about you.”

“…What?”

“I know the song doesn’t explicitly name you, but I thought it was…obvious. I don’t know.”

The song was about falling in love with a close friend. That close friend being her. You were singing about her. You’re in love with her.

Well at least that’s been cleared up but…Jinx still feels defensive. If not a little offended.

"Why not? You don't want people to know you love me?"

"Of course I want people to! But I didn't want you to know. Up until now I thought we were just friends and that...that's all you wanted from me. I thought that y’know, this would be a cool confession. If you hated it I could just be like ‘hey no worries, the song isn’t about you anyways’.” You shrug helplessly.

"Silly goose. Of course I want you as more than a friend! What about the endless gifts I handmade? And how touchy-feely I am? That's all reserved specifically for you."

"Well I don't know how you are around your other friends!"

"I don't have other friends."

"Oh...how was I-"

She gives you no time to formulate a sentence. Usually you'd be annoyed at your best friend for interrupting you, but when she does it like this? By kissing you? Yeah you could get around to liking it.

And Jinx would normally be annoyed at your rambling only because she couldn't shut you up with a kiss. Yes she loved listening to you talk but sometimes you needed to slow down a bit.

And she could finally do that.

It was hungry, she refused to pull away. Allowing herself to practically eat you alive after all the pining she’s had to endure, thinking it was all one sided. It left your breathless, she seemed pretty keen on not letting you go.

You reluctantly pull away, trying to give yourself time to process everything. So much has happened in so little time.

She chases your lips, clearly not satisfied with the time she’s had with her lips on yours.

You give yourself about 5 seconds to cool off from the very dizzying kiss before you're rambling again.

"I don't exactly feel special anymore. I thought you chose to hang out with me because you loved me more than your other friends. Now-"

"Shut up," and she's kissing you again.

hey jinx lovers :P it’s good to be back

[vale-writes]

smutty bg3 thoughts:

if astarion doesn’t have a heartbeat/pulse/blood flow/etc., that means he shouldn’t be able to get an erection (non-magically, at least). so i present:

astarion only being able to get hard if he feeds on something. you.

toying with and teasing him until he’s begging you to let him bite you so he can just fuck you already. him getting all whiney and pathetic for you until you inevitably give in to him.

“please.. pretty please, darling, i need your blood.. i need you.. so, so badly.”

and then when you give it to him you can feel him gasping and moaning into your neck, trying to get as much as he can without taking so much that you won’t be able to fuck him after.

[rare-peach]

Jealous Balor Headcanon

💜💜💜

It’s Friday night at the inn. Balor sips from his red wine, staring off in broody silence.

He’s staring at you across the room, but you don’t notice. Balor sees Ryis, usually quiet and introverted, laughing loudly with you and blushing.

Balor slammed his fist on the table. Did everyone in this damn town have a crush on you? He knew for sure that Eiland did, too… wasn’t it enough to have to compete with a literal *lord*? Now he had to add Ryis to the list, too?

Balor was quickly losing friends over his crush. He would however never admit it or speak to the other guys about it, preferring to drink himself into numbness. He thought about the way the sun shone on your shoulders, the way that you always wore that ridiculous straw hat, the way that you sometimes brought him gems from the mines. He hears your laugh from across the inn and feels himself soften. The sound of an angel.

“Hellooooo, earth to Mr. Balor!” Dell tugs at Balor’s shirt. He startles.

“Oh, hello Dell. Didn’t see you there.”

Dell climbs up onto the chair next to him.

“But I’ve been standing here for like five whole minutes!” She exclaimed.

“Mm..” Balor’s eyes returned to the scene of you and Ryis. Ryis touched your arm and Balor could feel himself getting angrier. It’s not fair. He wanted to make you smile, touch your arm.

“Mr. Balor!” Dell nagged again, tugging on his shirt.

“What is it, Dell?” His eyes still on you.

“You’ve been acting so weird lately! Even my mom says so!”

Balor grimaced. Shit. Was he that obvious in his yearning?

“I-…”

“Tell me why! Is it because you found treasure? You know, as member of the Dragonguard you’re obligated to tell your leader about any treasure…” Dell babbled on seriously.

Balor sighed and smiled tiredly at Dell’s yammering. Treasure?

“I guess you could say that.” He murmured, eyes going back to you. In that moment, you turned away from Ryis and met Balor’s eyes. He felt his heart stop for a second, heat rising in his cheeks.

Then you grinned and waved to him, making your way over with beer in hand. Balor felt his previous anger and jealously fade, replaced by nervous excitement to talk to you, to be near you. Now was his chance.

[rowanisawriter]

ok i am writing one more fic and then im going to write something original. promise

[ethereal-bumble-bee]

a bit of the bottom line reprise but it’s Davey

Yes I have become songwriting trash again lol, enjoy this snippet that came to me in a fever dream a few weeks ago and has been marinating ever since

So now I’ve no job, Jack,

You made me resign-

Now, I know you’ve no family,

But just think of mine!

I’m glad we’re alive, but I think

That’s the bottom line!

You told me to yell

And so I raised my voice

And convinced them to stand up and fight!

It’s too bad for them, we’ve got only one choice

So you’d better pray for us tonight…

[mojjisxng]

i can’t get enemies to lovers sungho out of my head. like i think a lot of people wouldn’t see him in this trope, but like i feel like he’d just be irritated by y/n for no reason lmao. like i’m actually giggling and kicking my feet rn.

and what if i said hate sex- WHO SAID THAT

[thecirclesquare]

Eres Mío

Marta de La Reina/Fina Valero

Read on AO3

——

Mine.

I hold her, press her head to my chest. She cries and her tears are mine. She sobs and her pain is mine.

She pulls away, looking up into my eyes. The storage room is dark, but her face glows. I see the light, just a speck of light, in her eyes, and the light is mine.

I have been holding it for so long. Hiding it for so long. No one must see it, except us.

Fina y yo. Solo nosotras.

She takes both of my hands in hers, pulls them down to her lap. And just like that, with nothing left to brace myself against her, I lean forward into her kiss.

There is the smallest moment of hesitation, then the light we have kept hidden for so long bursts forth. We are only mouths and hands, ribs and waists.

I pull her into the darkest corner. I press her up against the wall. She moans, and her pleasure is mine. She opens her mouth, eager. She melts against the wall, lifting a knee, wrapping an ankle around my calf.

She grabs my hair. She is rough in a way she’s never been before. But even in this hair-pulling roughness, the message is gentle, pleading.

“Are you mine?” She whispers.

——

Read more on AO3.

[buddiesmutslut]

OKAY OKAY OKAY YOU GUYS BUT WHAT IF!!

What if, in the last few minutes of 7x10, we cut to Frank in his office. The camera is focused on him so we don’t know who’s on the couch across from him.

He’s mentioning the last time the person was there, that they were talking about intimacy & their partner and worries about the future (throwback to Athena on the first episode & Bobby in the cruise ship arc), and Frank asks the person how it’s going…

AND THEN IT PANS TO EDDIE IN THE ROOM LOOKING UNCOMFORTABLE AND UPSET AND KIND OF A MESS AND HE SAYS SOMETHING ALONG THE LINES OF: “I realized I couldn’t commit to Ana or Marisol in the way I thought I should because they’re not what I wanted. I don’t think I like women.” A pause. A breath. “And I think that’s because I’m in love with my best friend.”

END SEASON ROLL CREDITS YOU’LL HAVE TO COME BACK IN S8 TO SEE HOW IT PLAYS OUT.

[black-stede]

after stede recovers from the heartbreak and they regroup and he sees that somehow there is peace, happiness between jim, archie, olu and zheng yi, that somehow something that should have been by society’s standards convoluted and messy and painful turned out quite lovely actually, he thinks

he thinks of ed. it’s always been ed, since the day they laid eyes on each other as stede laid bleeding out on the deck of his ship. it was ed when they crashed the party and watching the ship go up in flames and saying he wore fine things well and as he was stabbed through his stomach after not going to doggy heaven and through acts of grace. through the shaving of beards and miscommunications and backslides to old habits

it was ed when he threw love notes in bottles into the salty waves and when two women were poisoning each other and the house went up in flames and buttons turned into a fucking bird. as they celebrated calypso’s birthday and they were being tortured and when stede killed the man who hurt his crew and insulted ed. when he slammed him into the wall and ed nodded and they slept together under the fireworks. even when he left, it was still ed

except now there’s a man with a horse leg who he kind of loathed for months but now is something like a friend, a confidant even? who has trained greats and might even have something to teach stede. who slaps his ass to get him to rope swing and tells him like it is and guides him to be the captain he can be. who commiserates with him about falling in love with the same broken man. who sings as he and ed make love and congratulates them in the morning. who is there after ed leaves. who stays by him, watches over him when no one else does.

and the thing is, stede had never anticipated ed. even on his whim of piracy there was never anything beyond that. except then there was ed and maybe he is capable of love after all. and then there’s this annoying man that he doesn’t hate anymore and then ed leaves him and he is lost.

there is a way out, he knows. this can’t be the end for him and ed he is sure. except izzy is the only one at his side when he challenges zheng yi and he is grounding him when the attacks happen and suddenly if ed is his ship, izzy is his anchor. or something like that in this weird analogy he thinks up.

and then he sees archie’s arm around jim who is leaning on olu who is holding zheng yi’s hand gently and they are all covered in soot and blood and panting with exhaustion but together. he doesn’t know exactly how it will work, but apparently they do because they all seem content, happy to simple be in the others’ presences

and he thinks

and he thinks

and he lets himself hope

…

maybe this isn’t the end

maybe it’s the beginning