#i really need to go back and reread all my fics to make sure they’re inclusive

[revelboo]

(Huddles in corner rereading ur knockout fic for the 3rd time) Craving knockout so bad

He’s so pretty uggggh

Sure! And he’s very aware that he’s pretty

My Favorite Accident Pt 8

Knockout x Reader

• Engine grumbling as you walk much slower than necessary back to your apartment with him shadowing you at a crawl, he knows you’re doing it on purpose. That you’re sulking. “Primus, you’re like a sparkling. I had to go patch up one of the commanders. I didn’t ditch you.” And you shoot him a scowl, arms crossed as you walk. Knows he should just go and leave you to your little pity party, and revs his engine in threat to do just that. But doesn’t. Because you’re helpless and who’s he going to race with that will actually challenge him if he leaves you and you get yourself murdered?

• Huffing in the deepening night, you can’t believe he’s idling along beside you instead of going to do important, secret alien things. He’s dropped enough accidental details for you to understand his people are at war. That they’re here on Earth with their enemies. Why Earth, what they’re fighting for, that stuff is a mystery. “So are you with the good guys or what?” And his engine almost stalls before snarling, back tires spinning to kick up loose rocks.

• Primus, you really are like a sparkling. “It’s war. There’s no good guys or bad guys,” he growls. And you’re back to glaring at him again. “Why do you humans need things to be black and white?” Because war isn’t. It’s not like all the atrocities can be neatly credited to one side or the other. Both sides have done horrible things. ‘That answer sounds like something the bad guys would say,’ you mutter to make his engine snarl again.

• Engine grumbling because Knockout is just barely crawling, he’s going so slow. Apparently happily talking to that human and Breakdown can’t figure out what the fascination is. How does he know you? One of the humans he’s always racing? Why reveal himself to you, though? Or is he running the avatar and playing at being human for you? He’s not really sure which scenario is less unsettling. Because the Knockout he knows doesn’t like humans, doesn’t even notice them. So why had he opened his door for you like he was trying to lure you inside? Why does he despise it when you flick your fingers at Knockout, head turning to smile at him. Does Knockout let you touch him? Willing to risk his paint getting smudged for you? Does he smile back at you?

• Fine hair at your nape prickling, you glance back at the dark road. Unable to shake the feeling that you and Knockout aren’t alone. That something’s there. But Knockout doesn’t seem concerned, so you just ignore the feeling as best you can and let him escort you home. Even if he begins muttering loudly about burning the apartment building down as soon as it comes into view. You’re almost sure he won’t actually follow through. You hope he won’t. This is the only place you can afford. “Thanks for walking me home,” you say, turning to smile at the glossy sports car. “You know, you’re sweet when you want to be,” you add just to make him growl in affront. Grinning, You head to your door to let yourself in.

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[wonysugar]

close the door | hanni pham

synopsis : you had no idea what you were doing, and neither did she.

genre : fluffy smut!

pairing : non-idol!hanni x gf!femreader

tags : they’re in love your honor, lots of kissing and making out, cuddling, l-bombs, top!femreader, bottom!hanni, they’re both virgins, fingering, clit play, nipple play, neck kissing, hanni’s dogs are mentioned twice lawl, lots of comfort, lots of consent! they’re literally just lovey dovey girlfriends having sex for the first time aheheh

warnings : none :]

word count : 2.5k

a/n : if you’re rereading this and thinking “hey the synopsis changed and there wasn’t an author’s note before!!” well you’d be right I POSTED THIS IN A RUSH I’M SO SORRYYFKEJF

anyways!! this is just to say that this fic is inspired by the lovely writer that is sorry for tagging you twice ahh @facefullofsadness’s fic right over here :] sooo GO READ THAT FIRST! it’s truly lovely and i really enjoyed reading it, hence why i wrote thisskfke. thank you for readingg<33

oh how you loved your girlfriend.

you would die for your girlfriend, actually, even if you only started dating barely a few months ago. who could blame you? that’s what happens when you’ve been best friends prior to your relationship for so, so, so long. it simply started with a ‘hi! my name’s hanni! what’s yours?’ from her part at the innocent age of seven and just like that, years later, you guys were still inseparable. 

so really, your life-long friendship and months-long relationship were both with the same gorgeous and outgoing girl, and the only thing distinguishing those two was the label you used to describe them.

“bro i genuinely don’t understand why he doesn’t just… run away. cause— get this, there’s obviously a murderer in his house right? and what does he decide to do about that? just stay in there. like, okay.. like i’m aware they needed plot but lord, i don’t know at least make it somewhat realistic you know what i mean—“ was what your girlfriend said, on her bed as she sat down in between your legs and leaned her back against you, her head facing forward and resting on your shoulder.

you simply nodded along to her words as you played with her hair, trying your hardest to stay focused on the piece of media before you whilst also paying your utmost attention to her, despite her constant ranting and criticizing of the entire movie. you, having originally liked the film, were now conflicted about your opinion on it. it’s not like she was wrong, her very heavy criticism had to have come from somewhere, after all, but you couldn’t help but slightly appreciate the storyline. so, you weren’t really sure what you felt about it anymore.

one thing you were certain of, however, 

was that your girlfriend looked really good while passionately rambling. like, way too good. she had tied her dark hair into a high ponytail, it also looked wavy due to the rain that was pouring on you guys earlier, her messy bangs fell perfectly onto her forehead. and her smile? it always looked perfect. she always looked perfect. 

and since you apparently weren’t hiding your admiration well enough, she very quickly noticed it.

she giggled teasingly. her voice sweet like honey, her australian accent more prominent than usual, she spoke up, “hello?” before full-on laughing, “were you even listening to me?”

you could only kiss her, that seemed like the only appropriate response in the heat of the moment. she, of course, kissed back just as lovingly before pulling away moments after, a curious and confused look on her face. 

“no seriously, what is up with you?” she kept teasing, smiling stupidly as she kept her gaze lingering on yours for the following seconds, her eyes unconsciously drifting to your lips. “you look stupid.”

“and you look really pretty.” was what you whispered back to her, earning a shy smile and an exaggerated eye roll from her. immediately, you made your lips come into contact with hers again. it felt as if the world would stop spinning if you didn’t, like a slowly growing urge to keep touching her suddenly came over you and you needed to fill it.

“so.. so pretty.” you mumbled, so quietly that it was almost to yourself, before going back in. you allowed yourself to make the kiss deeper and slid her tongue across her soft lips as you demanded entrance. you could hear her let out slight noises, she clearly was not expecting you to do anything of the sorts, at least not right now. she was a tad bit confused, but let you in, who in their right mind would pass up the opportunity to kiss their girlfriend? immediately, your hands wrapped around her waist whilst you continued kissing her lovingly, your tongue roaming every part of her mouth.

it didn’t take long before your hands started naturally reaching under her top, caressing on her tummy and progressively going higher with each sound she let out.

you pulled away, slightly worried of going too far, “c-can.. can i continue, hanni?”

you were scared, terrified, even! despite knowing each other for years, you’d only been dating for a few months; those are two completely different things! it’s not like you see your completely platonic best friend’s naked body every tuesday. even then, despite dating, you still haven’t gotten that stage of the relationship. and on top of that,

the two of you were a proper pair of virgins. you had no idea what you were doing, and neither did she. you didn’t want to seem like an inexperienced loser to her, you wanted to take care of her and make her feel good. what if that didn’t happen? what if you made it awkward between the two of you?? it was nerve-racking.

as if barging into your mind and reading your thoughts, wanting to reassure you, she grabbed your hand in a gentle manner before nodding. then, she spoke up, “can you close the door?”

“there’s.. nobody home, though?”

she giggled, “oh i know, it’s just that i don’t want the dogs to potentially walk in on this.”

you groaned dramatically, laughing and insisting that you were too lazy to get up and that her dogs wouldn’t understand the situation if they even walked in. she, in response, just tapped your knee with a cheeky smile, encouraging you to stand up.

“come on y/n, close the door. think about milly and mia; think about their innocence!” she exaggerated.

after playfully hitting her arm and laughing along with her, you got up, proceeded to close and lock the door like she asked you to and eventually walked back to her bed, sitting back on it and positioning yourself the way you originally were, her back to you again. 

“happy?” you asked in a fake arrogant tone.

she hummed, radiant, “yes, very happy.” before turning her head just right and kissing you again.

eventually back to the original rhythm of the kiss, you placed your hands back on her stomach again, slowly caressing and teasing higher and higher with time. once you reached her bra, you proceeded to impatiently unhook it, immediately taking it off of her.

her breathing got heavier with each second that passed, partially due to nervousness, probably. you’d be lying if you said that wasn’t the case for you too. the more your hands carefully roamed her body, the more self-conscious you got, you truly had no idea what you were doing. 

then, as if something in your mind clicked, you had an idea. what if you just did to her whatever you enjoyed doing to yourself in moments like these? that could work.. right? maybe??

you glided your hand upwards, your finger lightly grazing her nipple. in response to the sudden movement, a lewd sound accidentally escaped from her pretty lips, her breath hitching. that sound was a small moan.

a small one, barely audible, yet it was still enough for you to feel the activation of every single neuron residing in your brain.

then suddenly, it’s like the concept of making love to her wasn’t as nerve-racking as it originally was.

“s-sorry..” she apologized, seeming slightly embarrassed.

you kissed her cheek, reassuring her, “don’t apologize, i wanna hear you.”

despite it being an accident, she seemed to enjoy the sensation of your hand on her chest, so you went back to teasing her tits and gently groping them before you eventually asked, “is it okay if i go further..?”

nodding in a keen manner, she swallowed her saliva, then breathed out her response, “yes. yes keep— keep going. please.”

well shit! even if you wanted to stop, it’s not like you could, not with how good she sounded pleading for you.

not wasting any more time, you proceeded to separate one of your hands from her chest and quickly slid it downwards; to the band of her sweatpants. now, of course, your other hand was still in its original place, working its magic, but you wanted her to feel more. so much more.

you wanted to convey every surge of affection you violently felt for her into pleasure. and, if there was one thing you surely knew how to do, it was kissing her. 

so, you started kissing on her neck, which she didn’t expect whatsoever, and still heavily concentrated on the hand you had on her breast. then, you pulled on the sleeve of her tee just enough to expose her shoulder and moved your mouth towards it, nipping and gently licking it.

your hand now fully slipped into her pants, you teased her entrance through the fabric of her underwear as you kept kissing her naked shoulder. you listened to her attentively and took mental notes of her reactions; so far, her breathing got heavier, her thighs slightly clenched around your hand and she was now frequently biting her lip. 

plus, her panties were wet. 

did all of that mean you were doing good? …perhaps it did!

and did her drenched underwear make you short circuit? perhaps it did as well!

“d-d’you feel okay?” you asked, before going back to slowly kissing her shoulder. she threw you a quick glance, chest heaving up and down. 

“s-so okay.” she giggled.

her smile being contagious, you found yourself doing the exact same thing, content with the answer she gave you.

soon enough, you traced your finger up her clothed slit before eventually sliding it into the undergarment she wore, making her shudder. after what felt like an eternity, you could feel her slick coat your digits from one swipe of the finger. 

it was tantalizing.

growing impatient, you quickly yet carefully settled your middle and ring finger on her swollen clit, making slow circular motions on it, looking at her in the process. full on whimpering, this time, she stared back at you, no longer embarrassed. she wanted to let you know how good you were making her feel, hence why she was getting louder with each movement you made, and it filled you with enough confidence and adrenaline to gently push her head towards you, leaning in for a kiss.

thankfully, she kissed you back, deeply at that, her eyes closed and her quiet moans muffled.

you pulled away after a few moments, “tell me if it hurts, okay?” you reminded her. she simply nodded, brain all fuzzy from arousal.

she grabbed your other hand and intertwined her fingers with yours. “g-go slowly.” she whispered.

“i will.” you affirmed.

slowly and gently, you slid your fingers into her core, making sure not to go too fast or too rough. thankfully, the wetness was making it easier for you, and probably for her as well. every time that your girlfriend’s breath hitched, that her hand gripped harder on yours or, hell, every time that her eyes closed, you stopped in your tracks and double checked to see if you were hurting her, so it took a little while for your digits to fully penetrate her. 

fortunately, she assured you that you weren’t, in fact, hurting her. some moments just felt more comfortable than others, is all.

once they were fully in, you gave her time to get used to the feeling, still double checking on her state every now and then. after a few deep breaths, she nodded.

“i-i’m ready.”

you started to pump your fingers in and out of her, taking in all of her as your speed slowly increased as time went on. naturally, as more time passed, you felt the urge to make her feel good get even stronger.

that’s when you decided to increase the pace, your fingers curling on just the right spot inside her, pumping faster and faster as your thumb played with her clit.

“is this okay baby—” you asked.

“f-fuck— yes y/n that feels good—“ was what she moaned out, cutting you off. a feeling of bliss progressively and clearly overtaking her whole body.

when you tried to look at her despite only being able to see her side profile, you could’ve sworn you saw an angel. her cheeks were slightly tinted with a pinkish color and her eyebrows were upturned, her whole face contorted with pleasure, her skin glistening with sweat. her eyes hooded with lust, hanni looked down at herself and attentively watched as you played with her. your fingers swimming in her slick, navigating in her folds the way a skilled sailor would the vast ocean, it was hypnotizing, and she realized how this was probably the way you got yourself off on a regular day, and she couldn’t help but moan at both the thought and the sensation. 

you made her feel good, you made her feel happy, loved. you always did.

amidst the chaos that was her messy bed, the setting somehow looked better than every piece of artwork you’d ever seen combined. the bed creaked ever so slightly, and she looked and sounded so beautiful, especially with the way the sun set directly on her parted lips at that moment. 

you were certain that your heart skipped a beat at the sight.

“i love you so much, hanni.” you softly said, kissing the back of her ear whilst you kept fingering her. she couldn’t form proper words, so she simply tightened her grip on your hand more, as a way to say it back.

then, once you picked up a stable pace for a few minutes, her back arched against you, her breathing getting heavier, practically panting. her hand’s grip on yours getting tighter, you felt her hot breath hit your neck once she settled her head into the crook of it.

“y/n— baby i think i’m- i’m— mmh—“

that was the moment she reached climax, letting out a long and loud moan as she rode out her orgasm, bucking her hips against your hand before smashing her lips onto yours. quietly, she let a few i love yous slip out of her mouth between kisses, her hand resting on your head, fingers intertwined with your soft hair. 

you particularly made sure to say it back to her every time.

you pulled out your fingers and took your hand out of her pants. still coming down from her high, she smiled at you with tired eyes and kissed your cheek. you smiled back, looking at her lovingly.

“d-did i do okay?” 

she giggled, “..are you seriously asking me that? do you not see me right now?” 

you raised your eyebrows, playful, “for all i know you were faking it.”

“yeah, actually.. i was faking it, especially with how wet i was from the whole thing. aren’t i such a good actor y/n? it’s almost like i legitimately came really hard—”

“shut up.” you elbowed her, laughing. she gave you a cheeky smile before she got up from the bed, grabbed a pair of new underwear from her drawer and opened the bedroom door, heading straight towards the living room to pet her dogs after changing. 

“hey y/n?”

“hm?”

“…wanna bake brownies in a bit?” 

“uhm.. yes? what kind of question is that?? let me just go wash my hands first.” you replied, getting up and walking towards the bathroom before adding on, “unless you wanna eat very unsanitary cum-buttered brownies, of course—“

you heard her contagious laugh from across the hallway, making you smile to yourself, “you’re fucking disgusting— go wash your hands, you weirdo!”

oh how you loved your girlfriend.

[scoobywrites690]

Was going to reread your fics and saw that you are looking for an idea… the airline freaking lost my luggage and it’s day 5 with no news and it sucks ass.

ANYWAYS what if reader also lost her luggage while she’s visiting johnny (pre relationship or maybe they’re just “friends”) and he goes feral seeing her in his clothes?

I’m so sorry that they lost your luggage and that they still can’t find it. Hopefully you get it back, I’m routing for you and your luggage 🤞🏻💕

Anyway though, this request is scrumptious. I love it. In my eyes Johnny’s a bit feral when it comes to anything to do with his partner/crush but you in his clothes 😫 you’re gonna kill the man.

(Btw I don’t really know how the airline deal with lost luggage so I’m not sure how they tell you I’m just making it up as I go)

Johnny seeing you in his clothes🤭

With the airline losing your luggage as well as multiple other people’s, your annual stay at Johnnys is almost a disaster. But it’s salvaged by the few clothes in your carryon and some of Johnnys old clothes that are a bit snug on him now.

Even though Johnny said it was fine for you to wear as many as you need, you still didn’t want to ransack his drawers. Trying to hold off as long as possible but, it came to the point where you couldn’t keep spraying your clothes down with perfume to mask that they’ve been worn more than once.

So, you gathered up the few worn pieces you had, threw them in the washer and wandered into Johnny’s room to find something to wear. Wandering around in just your underwear was fine at the moment as Johnny had gone to grab some snacks as you were planning to have some sort of movie night together.

Digging through his drawers has you pulling out a T-shirt that you pull over your head, the fabric stopping just at the tops of your thighs. Continuing your search for something for your bottom half.

“Fuck me, lass” is all you heard from the doorway of Johnny's bedroom. And there stands Johnny frozen still in the doorway, with his eyes wide looking like they’re about to pop out his head. As you stand in his room with nothing but an oversized T-shirt on and your lace panties slightly peaking out from the bottom.

"What are ya tryna kill me?" Johnny questions as you scramble around trying to cover yourself.

"I'm so sorry, Johnny" You stamper out "I didn't think you'd be back yet" You explain.

"It's alright, don't apologise. Just cover yourself up I'm beggin ya" Johnny says his voiced sounding strained as adverts his eyes. an obvious tent forming in his trousers.

"You okay Johnny?" You ask a teasing tone to your voice, deciding then and there that you'd test the waters a bit.

"I'm fine" he says almost sounding strained as he continues to look anywhere but at you. refusing to meet your gaze

"Johnny" You say taking a step towards him "I think you've got a problem" You say trying to hold in your laugh as you point to the raging hard on.

"Fuck, yes I know" Johnny's says, his face twisting up into one that could be described as pain "And you're not helping right now lass. Standing there in nothing but my shirt and those sexy little panties, fuck me it's like you're tryna kill me" Johnny says frustration lacing his voice.

You're not sure how it happened. It was all very much a blur but next thing you know you're on the bed, legs spread out wide showing off your pretty little cunt to johnny. He doesn't waste any time before he's diving in for a taste of the things he's been craving.

His tongue instantly glides in between your folds lapping at your sweet sweet juices. his mouth latching onto your clit has your hips jerking up at the sudden sensation. Strong burly arms wrapping around the tops of your thighs soon have that problem sorted, locking you in place so you can't wiggle away from him.

His chin most definitely dripping in a layer of your slick, but that doesn't stop him. he continues his assault. his fingers are able to slide into you so easily. pumping your poor little pussy until your squeezing around his fingers as your orgasm comes crashing down.

But he doesn't let you recover, not even wasting a second before he's pushing your legs back. knees pressed to your chest as he's sliding his tip past the entrance of your weeping hole. a sharp hiss leaving his mouth at the sudden warmth and tightness that engulfs his aching cock.

Hands coming down on either side of your head as he pushes himself down on top of you, folding you in half has him bottoming out inside of you.

"Fuck me, lass" Johnny says through gritted teeth as he pulls his hips back before snapping them back into you, his cock ramming deep inside your pussy.

"If I had known you'd have looked so good in my clothes. I would have had you in them ages ago" Johnny tells you as he lets his head nuzzle into the crook of your neck. His teeth graze at your skin before they're biting down onto the tender flesh that connects your shoulder to your neck.

You can't help but let the lewdest sounding moan escape past your lips. Your pussy clenching in reaction to the sharp pain of the bite.

"Don't do that, darlin" Johnny mutters coming up to meet your gaze "or i'll finish faster than I want to"

"Please Johnny" You whine out "I need it, please"

and that's all it took for Johnny to pick up the pace. His cock rammed in and out at a brutal pace. his tip hitting your cervix with every thrust. the sound of his hips connecting with the back of your thighs fills the room as Johnny bottoms out over and over again. Your pussy clenched so tightly around him that every vein can be felt rubbing against your walls sending your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"i'll have you" - "In nothing but panties - "and my shirts" - "All the time" He says between thrust "And I'll fill" - "This pretty pussy" - "Full of my cum" - "Every time" He says as he thrust into you hard a few more times before hes spilling his seed inside you.

(I gave it a quick scan but i haven't properly proof read so i apologise for any mistakes)(not sure if he’s feral enough throughout this so I might have to redeem myself in the future)

[webslingingslasher]

heyyy I was just wondering WHAT THE HELL DO YOU PUT IN THIS FRAT!PETER FICS BC I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT TROUBLE AND PETER! I just melt for them together😭😩❤️

I swear when I'm about to fall sleep he just pops into my head and HAVE to grab my phone to reread some of them. Your writing is just soooo god and I wanted to thank you for creating such a work of art🥵🥵🥵

Also I can't stop thinking about frat!peter being jealous like finding a guy talking who hooked up with trouble and overthinking how different they are from each other? and if the ex fling keeps trying to talk with trouble in a friendly way, he would play it cool? i feel like he would look at them talking and he knows about what happen between them but is kinda nervous? idk

I LOVED BRUJA THANK YOU SO MUCH I HAVEN'T ENJOY READING LIKE THIS IN SOOO LONG🥹🥹🥹

first, peter and trouble are crack. second, thank you very much for enjoying!!!

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peter knows what it looks like to awkwardly chat with an old hookup, he’s done it more than a few times. so, when he watches your eyes dance around the room while you politely laugh in response to the guy in front of you, he just knows.

he’s taller than peter, and he’s not one to be self conscious about his height, but he might now. and he’s got bigger biceps, peter’s spider-man and doesn’t have the build this guy does.

and he’s got nice hair. really nice hair. the kind of hair he knows you love. it’s like peters, but longer and a bit more curly. peter pats the hair on the back of his neck, he’s been growing it a little longer, but apparently not enough.

in a desperate attempt to keep your attention on him tonight, he takes his hat off to throw it on top of the fridge. you always beg him to take it off, it’ll work. he’s sure of it.

it doesn’t. you’re unable to stand still, if he was projecting, he’d say you went from awkward to uncomfortable. peter’s not going to be the guy to barge in, but he takes a step forward, just in case.

it’s like you can feel him, your eyes shoot to his across the room. no words are said or mouthed, but your eyes said enough. ‘help.’ its all he needs.

peter cuts the guy right off, slinging an arm low around your waist. a kiss to your temple, ‘hi, trouble.’ you relax into his touch, you hold on tight to his arm. ‘have you met tanner?’

he hasn’t, and he really doesn’t care to. it looks like tanner doesn’t either, they’re both sizing each other up. peter’s putting on a brave face, but he knows tanner's thinking he’s no competition, and peter can’t help but feel the same.

still, he throws a hand out. ‘sup, man. i’m parker.’ tanner shakes it, ‘sup.’ peter holds his hand a bit too tight, he’s trying to subtly prove that even if he was smaller, he could kick his ass if needed.

tanner asked peter how he knew you, he had to bite his tongue on the disrespect. he knew exactly how peter knew you, his possessive hold tells it all. ‘i’m her boyfriend.’

you dig your nails into his arm, you were caught off guard with the statement. he said it like it was obvious, tanner smirked. ‘ah, lucky man.’ peter really doesn’t like his face.

‘yup. sure am.’ you nudge back against him, peter takes it as a hint to get out of there. he couldn’t agree more. ‘wanna get a drink?’ you nod quick, 'yes, please.'

your 'boyfriend' made a small show of spinning you in his hold, you laughed at the twirl and balanced yourself on his shoulders. 'nice seeing you again,' you forgot who you were with for a second.

'you too, tanner! have a good night.' peter nudged your lower back to get you walking, you didn't make it four steps until you were pulled in for a bruising kiss. every thought melted away, there was only one person on your mind.

'peter,' it puffed out, just like your lips.

'trouble,' he said it like a greeting. you shook your head, leaning in for another, you were lucky tonight, he supplied.

'thanks, boyfriend.'

'that was a typo.'

you scoff. 'no it wasn't, that was you acting like you have one foot up so you don't feel as threatened.'

the choice of words make his skin crawl. peter knows it's not exclusive, exclusive. but he at least thought you both were on a similar page, one that didn't include saying 'so you don't feel as threatened.'

'what the fuck is that supposed to mean, trouble? so i don't feel as threatened? i was doing you a favor, but feel free to go entertain whoever you want, i'll do the same.'

peter's sudden aggression had your head spinning, you tried to grab onto his arm before he left you entirely. 'did i say the wrong thing? i didn't mean to say the wrong thing!'

'i didn't feel threatened until you said i should be. i just really don't like being reminded that i'm a choice you can change your mind on at any time, it's not a good feeling.'

sometimes when he says something to that effect, you want to tell him he could do something about it. sometimes, you let it go and remind him you're not looking for anyone else, if you were, you would've stopped putting up with his shit ages ago.

this is one of the times you put his fears at bay.

'look, peter, that guy, tanner? he's all talk, he seems like some cool guy but he really kind of sucks. in the least commitive way possible, boyfriend, there are no threats.'

'you keep talking about threats.'

'cause you have none!' you exhale deeply, 'i don't like anyone else, okay? and talking to other guys makes me wanna bash my head into a brick wall.'

'you talking to other guys also makes me want to bash my head into a brick wall.'

you grin and smooth out a wrinkle on peter's shirt. 'good, we're on the same page, then.'

peter throws an arm around your shoulder while he guides you to the kitchen.

'i'll deny it if you say anything, but i quite like reading at the same pace as you, trouble.'

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Going Easy

Your spidey fics are amazing. I almost always read/reread one before bed lol. They’re just so cozy and comforting. I love how you write Peter and Natasha’s relationship, but I also really love the dynamic between Peter and Steve. One of my favorite moments being in “Look After You” when Peter was pretty terrified of what Steve may think of him (cause he’s CAPTIN AMERICA) but Steve comforts him. Steve is just so soft with Peter. I was wondering if you would be interested in writing something between Peter and Steve with that sort of vibe again? – anon

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Warnings: panic attacks

Pairings: gen

Word Count: 4039

"He's going easy on you." Something cold trickles down Peter's spine. "He…is?" *** Captain Steve Rogers is intimidating, sure, but Peter's handling it just fine. Then Natasha says something that makes it...slightly less fine.

Peter's about 90% sure he's not alone when he says that he's a little afraid of Captain Steve Rogers. Come on, the man's a savant on the field, super strength, insane tactical mind, crazy good fighting skills, and enough sheer stubbornness to be an effective replacement for renewable energy. 

Seriously. He's pretty sure Mr. Stark's working on that or something. 

Sure, it makes sense that mainly it's bad guys or people who don't seem to grasp the concept of being kind to other people that have the most reason to be scared of someone like Captain Rogers, but that doesn't stop the little twinges of fear in his gut when he sees him walk into the room. The whole 'motivational/vaguely disappointed speech' thing doesn't really work on him anymore—thank you, stupid detention video—but everything else? Yeah, that works. Straightens his spine and everything. He does have a pretty good excuse in that he's, y'know, the youngest Avenger, he's still a high school kid which means this is an adult he has to listen to, and it's Captain Goddamn America. It's probably a good thing to have a healthy amount of respect for the guy! Even if it sometimes verges on making him really anxious when they're left in a room alone together!

Case in point: the one-on-one training session they're in the middle of because it makes tactical sense that Captain Rogers would want to know how everyone fights so they can coordinate better in the field, but Peter's anxiety has been having the time of its life making it much, much harder than it needs to be. 

Granted, it hasn't been all that bad. Captain Rogers is the de facto team leader in the field for a reason, and for the most part it's like he's having a PE class that actually challenges him. And yeah, it's kind of fun to practice the stupider moves that are more than likely to happen at some point anyway, like the Tarzan (shooting a web that Captain Rogers can grab onto and swing), the Yoink (catching and bringing a falling team member to safety), and Peter's personal favorite, the Yeet (using a web to hurl someone across a gap or a higher obstacle). 

He'd had to explain why he'd named it that and got graced with only a bemused look and a quiet chuckle before they were actually practicing it, so he'll take it as a win. 

But then they move onto Peter doing things by himself while Captain Rogers stands and watches, and that's…oh, boy, that's not as fun. Because now he's standing there just staring at him with that wrinkle between his brows like something's just off that he's going to make Peter fix before he's allowed to leave and it's making him second-guess himself in a way that leads to…

Peter winces as he misses the next ledge, fingers just landing shy of the steel as he tumbles to the floor. He lands on the mat, thank God, but falling from twenty feet up is still falling from twenty feet up. That's gonna be a nasty bruise for a little bit until his healing factor takes care of it. 

"Peter? Spider-Man, status."

Oh, oops. "'M good, 'm all good, just got the wind knocked out of me."

He rolls onto his back and—tries really hard not to flinch when Captain Goddamn America is standing over him with his arms crossed and his gaze stern. Luckily he's pretty sure he can pass it off as general discomfort from, you know, falling twenty feet, but this man has an uncanny ability to see everything and he's not taking his chances. 

"Sorry, sorry, I'm—I'm okay, just give me a second?"

He gets stared at for a moment longer before Captain Rogers sighs, crouching down and resting a hand on his uninjured side. "I think that's enough for today."

"What? No, it's fine, just give me a second—I should know how to do stuff hurt too, right?"

Something flickers across his expression too quick to name before it settles on concern. "I'm not gonna have you push yourself too much right now, okay? I think Nat'd kill me."

As if on cue, the door slides open with a telltale whoosh. 

"What're you doing to my Baby Spider?"

"I just fell!" Peter calls before Captain Rogers can say anything—is that rude? Maybe. "I'm okay!"

Natasha comes up behind them, sitting on the mat and pulling up his shirt sleeve. Both her and Captain Rogers stare at the bruise and he shuffles unconsciously. 

"It's fine, I'm almost done healing it."

"Yeah, that's enough for today," Captain Rogers says, quickly standing up, "get some rest, alright? You did great."

"I did?"

He pauses, that thing flickering over his face again, before he chuckles. "Yeah, kid, you did." 

He leaves with another glance and Natasha and Peter can't help the way he presses slightly into her side. She stares after him until the door closes, shaking her head with a laugh. 

"What?"

"He's going easy on you."

Something cold trickles down Peter's spine. "He…is?"

She laughs again. "Oh, yeah."

This is fine. This is fine. Everything's so fine and good right now in the way that it's happening. 

He can handle this. 

***

He can't handle this. 

All of his anxiety around Captain Rogers? Doubled. Tripled. Through the roof. He's trying not to be obvious about it, but he's pretty sure he's failing miserably. Especially since he's now being gently-not-gently cornered in his lab by said source of anxiety. 

Well, maybe not cornered, but when the man knocks—knocks on the lab door and says hey, can I talk to you for a second? Which is basically the same thing. And of course, he reverts to scared-little-kid mode and—

"Did I do something wrong?"

Not the best way to start off this conversation! Not in the slightest! 

"What?" Captain Rogers blinks. "No, Peter, you didn't do anything wrong. I, uh, I should be asking you that."

It's Peter's turn to blink at him, confused. He's never seen the man anything other than composed but right now he looks almost sheepish as he asks if there's a good place for him to sit. Peter silently points to a nearby and he sits, hands folded in between his knees, leaning forward like he's trying to make himself smaller, less threatening. 

Wait, that's exactly what he's doing. 

He's also talking. Which means Peter should probably be listening and not drifting off into nowhere-land, so he quickly tunes back in just in time to hear: "…training session? You don't have to start back up again if you don't want to, or we could ask Nat or someone else to be there if that would make you more comfortable?"

"N-no, that's fine, I'm—I'm good to train again! Are you—did you want to go now, or—actually, I have a thing I wanna finish first, if that's okay, so if we could—"

"Peter."

He shuts up. Captain Rogers looks at him for a moment before he sighs, letting his head hang for a second before looking back up. 

"Are you scared of me?"

"What? No, that's—that'd be crazy, right? Why would I be scared of you?" Frantic babbling is definitely selling this, uh huh, 100%. "That's—that's not true! I'm—I'm not—it's—okay, so, um…"

"You can be honest," he says, voice quiet, and that's not fair because now Peter wants to just tell him everything. 

"…I mean, I'm not, like, scared, but it's…I'm…y'know," he mumbles, fiddling with something he probably shouldn't be fiddling with, "you're…intimidating. Which isn't a bad thing! It's a good thing—I mean, sometimes it's a bit much—but that's not, like, your fault or anything. I just—"

He can't meet Captain Rogers' gaze. He just can't. He sees him shift a bit out of the corner of his eye. 

"…yeah."

"Okay," he hears, still in that quiet voice, "is there something that happened recently that made it worse?"

"I—uh—well—it's kind of embarrassing." He swallows. "Natasha—Ms. Romanoff said you were, uh, going easy on me and it just sort of…"

He trails off when Captain Rogers makes a noise. It's not a scoff, it's not really even a laugh, but it's a noise and his head jerks up to see him pinching the bridge of his nose. "That's not what she meant."

"What do you mean, not what she meant?"

"She didn't mean I was taking it easy on you when it came to your training."

"…then what did she mean?"

He's gotta be imagining things. He really has to be imagining things because Captain Rogers looks embarrassed. And that's not—he does not have a reason to be embarrassed right now and he needs someone else who has a more competent handle on the situation to explain why he is. 

"Peter—"

He's gonna pay Natasha back for all the saving she does. He's going to. He swears. Because she waltzes in like she owns the place and comes over to give him a hug before mock-glaring at Captain Rogers. 

"What've you done now?"

"You need to explain why you told him I was going easy on him."

"Because you are, Steve, and it's getting kind of pathetic."

Peter flinches. And that was the wrong thing to do because now both of them are looking at him with concern. Then he hears Captain Rogers mutter something under his breath and then his hair's getting ruffled by a cool hand and he's being cuddled against a firm side. 

"It's okay, Baby Spider. It really is. Hey, look at me." Natasha smiles at him then gestures to Captain Rogers. "Do you wanna know what the worst-kept secret is about our friend here?"

"Uh, sure."

"He's a big teddy bear."

Peter blinks. And blinks. And blinks a third time for good measure. Captain Rogers doesn't try to deny it, which is the other weird thing, he just sits there and stares at Peter with an expression he'd describe as a pout if it wasn't on, you know, Captain Steve Rogers. 

"He's…what?"

Natasha nods sagely. "A big, soft, fluffy teddy bear. It's a danger to even sit on your bed looking somewhat sad because he'll turn up in something soft asking if you need to talk about anything."

Peter snorts out a laugh. That can't be right. But he's still…not denying it? What? "Is that—really?"

"Ask Wanda. Or Yelena. Or—actually, FRIDAY, can you patch Stark in?"

"Right away." There's a brief chime in the ceiling. "Mr. Stark on line 4."

"What's up, Romanoff, I have a nuclear reactor that needs babysitting—"

"Explain the Cashmere Protocol for Peter."

A pause. "Kid still skittish around Rogers?"

"Mhm."

"Cashmere Protocol is when there's an overly-compassionate puppy dog in soft clothing roaming around 'cause he needs someone to be protective over and if you don't wanna be smothered in affection, you better make yourself scarce or be prepared to cry a whole lot." 

"That's why you replaced all my sweaters?"

"Tell me you like your dollar store hoodie better and I'll buy you a whole damn gas station company."

"Stark, I swear to God—"

"Babysitting a nuclear reactor! Bye!"

The chime sounds again and Captain Rogers just shakes his head as Natasha laughs. She ruffles Peter's hair again. "Him going easy on you? Not training related at all. He's trying not to smother you to death with all his affection."

"Wh—me? Why?"

That must be the wrong thing to say because Captain Rogers' face falls—the man is pouting. The man is honest to God pouting—and Natasha's grin just gets bigger. "Like I said. Teddy bear."

"O-oh."

"You're not doing anything wrong, Peter," comes the quiet voice again, and now it's gone all gentle too, "I didn't mean to make you anxious around me, and you definitely don't have to change what you're doing. Yes, it's true that I'd like to be there for you when you need me, even if it's not team-related, but if you're not comfortable with that, that's perfectly fine."

"I'm—okay," he mumbles, "I just—that's fine. I'm…fine with it."

"It's okay if you're not."

"No! It's—uh—" Natasha holds him a little closer and he takes a deep breath— "I just…didn't know it was an…option, y'know?"

"And that's not on you." Captain Rogers smiles at him. Smiles at him all soft and caring. "But if you want help, or support, or comfort, you can come to me. Okay?"

"O-okay."

***

He didn't really think he'd ever actually take him up on it. And technically, he didn't. Not voluntarily. 

But he's having a stupid panic attack in the living room of all places—amateur hour, all experienced panic-attack havers know you're supposed to do that in your room—and then there's a dark blur in front of him and warm hands cupping his face and a low voice crooning something in his ear. 

"…you're doing really well, sweetheart, just look at me, that's it, that's it, Peter, just look at me…"

He blinks. Tears rolls down his cheeks as a face swims into view. 

"Hey, there you are," Captain Rogers says gently with a soft smile on his face, his thumbs brushing the tears from his damp skin, "hey, sweetheart, it's only me, it's just Steve."

"S-Steve?"

"Yeah, sweetheart, it's Steve. Hey, you're doing really well, okay? Everything's okay, you're in Avengers Tower, you're safe, it's just me. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you."

He sniffles. His hands are shaking. He's cold. It's so cold. 

"You're cold? Okay, let's get you warm. Are you okay with being touched a little more? Yeah? Okay, come here, sweetheart, come cuddle with me." And then there are firm arms around him and oh, where has this been every time he's having a panic attack? "There you go…I've got you, sweetheart, it's okay. I'll keep you safe."

His chest feels like it's collapsing in on itself. His lungs are on fire. His hands are going to shake off of his wrists. He's staring down at the cold water on the floor with concrete collapsing on top of him and he can hear Aunt May screaming and—and—and—

"Shh, shh, sweetheart, I've got you. Hold onto me, yeah, just like that. You got me, okay? I'm right here. You're safe."

—and Captain Rogers—Steve just holds him. Rubs his back and murmurs sweet things in his ear and lets him cry all over him and cuddles him close until he can breathe normally again. 

"Steve?"

"Yeah, sweetheart?" He pulls back a little, brushing a stray tear from under his chin. "You feel a little better?"

He nods. 

"Can I get you some water?"

"Mhm."

And he expects Steve to get up, because there isn't water around here, but then he reaches down and picks up a water bottle and presses it carefully into Peter's hands. "Slow, okay?"

"Wha—did you just have this?"

"You were crying," he says, like that's an answer to the question, "crying makes you dehydrated. Let me know if you need more."

"Do you have, like, another bottle down there?"

Steve chuckles. "No, but I do have the magic ability to go refill it."

"Yeah." 

The water is cold. He manages about half of it before he's done. Steve takes it, sets it out of sight and cards a hand through his hair. "When was the last time you ate something?"

"What time is it?"

He checks his watch. "Just gone three."

"Like…an hour ago." He sniffles and goes to wipe his nose when Steve holds out a tissue box. He takes one and blows it with a desolate honk. "Sorry."

"For what?"

"Crying on you."

"That's the point, sweetheart, I don't mind." He rubs his arm soothingly. "Can I ask what you normally do to recover from panic attacks?"

"Well, I, uh, normally I just sort of…sit for a while and then get back to whatever I was doing." He swipes another tissue. "This one wasn't even that bad, so…I'm—I'm good now. Thanks."

Steve's quiet for a second. "Do you want me to go?"

"What?"

"Do you want me to go?"

That…feels like a trick question. Does he want the very protective and caring person giving him cuddles during a panic attack to leave? No, obviously, but that's not the point. The point is Peter's fine now, so Steve's job is done. But then he's making a face like that's not the right thing to have said, so Peter starts backpedaling, and then Steve shushes him gently. 

"What do you want to do to recover from panic attacks?"

"What do I want to do? I want to not have panic attacks."

"Don't we all, kid," he laughs, "but humor me. Say you want Stark to rent out a pizza joint so you can stuff yourself full of garlic bread, say you want to paint your room blue, make it as unreasonable as you can. If you could do anything in the world, what would you want to do?"

Peter thinks. What's the biggest joke he could make right now? Something about canceling homework? Something about blowing up the dumb power plant in the middle of the lake? Something about making a show come true or something else really outlandish?

No, what comes out of his mouth is: "…have someone help me take a shower so I don't feel all gross and…and watch a movie with take-out, or something."

You know. What he actually wants. 

Steve blows out a breath in front of him and cups his chin in his big warm hand. "I thought I said to be unreasonable, Parker. C'mon, let's go get you washed up."

"W-wait, wait, what?" as Steve starts to stand up, one hand still on his shoulder. "What're you doing?"

Steve tilts his head, that soft smile back on his face and he rubs Peter's shoulder. "You said you wanted a shower and a movie, right?"

"Yeah, but—"

Steve crouches back down so Peter doesn't have to crane his neck to look up at him, still smiling. "Let me help you, sweetheart. You've just had a panic attack and you're still shaking a little. I'll help you take a shower and then we can order some food on Stark's card and watch a movie, okay?"

"That's not fair." He refuses to believe he's whining, but lets Steve pull him up anyway. "Thought you were going easy on me."

"Not anymore, Parker. Just be glad I'm not carrying you."

"You'd do that?" And then Steve just gives him a look and gently scoops him up like he's five years old again and carries him up to his room. "…whoa."

He just chuckles, warm against Peter's chest, and sets him down on the bathroom counter. "You wanna tell me where your soft clothes are?"

"Uh, third drawer," he mumbles as Steve turns the shower on, "on the left side."

"Okay. I'm gonna leave them right outside the door, okay?"

"Thanks."

"What do you want to eat?"

"…can we get burgers from that place near the park?"

"Sure thing, kiddo." 

And Peter can't help himself. Steve turns to go and he reaches out and yanks him close, arms wrapped all the way around him—legs too—and his nose buried in the crook of his neck. Steve just wraps him up just as tightly, kissing his temple and everything. 

"It's gonna be okay, sweetheart," he whispers, "you're safe, you hear me? I've got you. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you."

"You promise?"

"Yeah, sweetheart, I promise." He holds him until the bathroom starts to fill with steam, gently pulling away with another kiss to his forehead. "Go on, shower. I'll be right outside."

Peter gets in the shower. It's warm and he's sniffling still, because apparently he doesn't know what else to do, but having the water just run over him is…nice. Really nice. It sort of pounds over his neck and shoulders in a really soothing way and it's like all the gross panic attack stuff is just…washing away. 

Really nice. 

He gets out when his fingers start to go a little pruney and scrubs himself dry with a towel that's also warm because Mr. Stark gave all of them heated towel racks and Steve must've turned his on before he got in, and then he opens the door a crack and finds the soft clothes he was promised and gets into them, going outside to see—

Steve looks up from his seat at his desk, smiling and holding his arms out like there isn't a veritable mound of his favorite candy sitting in the middle of his bed. Peter just sort of stumbles across the room, letting himself collapse into the hug. 

"How did you…?"

"Texted Nat. Scolded me for interrupting her date with May until I told her it was for you having a bad time." He rubs his back. "C'mon, burgers should be here in a little bit and you've got a movie to pick."

"That's so much candy."

"You've just had a panic attack." He nudges him gently. "It's allowed. Now, movie, sweetheart."

"Can we watch the really stupid movie with the—the boxing robots?"

Steve chuckles, sitting against his headboard as Peter crawls into his arms. "The one that made you and Tony go on a building spree in the R&D warehouse until Pepper dragged you two out?"

"Yeah, that one."

"Sure. Only if you promise you're gonna explain why all the robots have really obvious design flaws." 

"Wait, really?"

Steve gives him a look and gently hits his hand with a bag of sour watermelon gummies. "You think I don't love listening to you be a massive science geek? You know Buck's idea of a good double date was going to a science fair, right?"

Peter laughs. Steve ruffles his hair. A moment later, FRIDAY lets them know their food is downstairs and Steve gets up. 

"If it's alright, I'll let you set up the movie, okay? All this new-fangled tech tends to fly over my head." He gives him a wink when Peter scoffs—Steve reprogrammed one of the higher-level combat simulations by himself not two weeks ago—but leans forward to do just that. "I'll be right back."

He really is right back, that's the thing. To the point where Peter's tempted to ask if he really does have super speed in a way that's not just his serum-enhanced athletic prowess, and then he starts thinking about Steve sprinting up to his room with their burgers and now he's laughing, and Steve's narrowing his eyes but he's trying not to laugh too. 

"What? What'd I do?"

"I just imagined you were sprinting up here and it made me laugh."

"I climbed the staircase," he says, completely straight-faced, and Peter gawks at him for a moment before he winks again. "Here, eat while it's still warm."

They settle back against the headboard again to start the movie. Steve's arm drapes over his shoulder—the one he bruised, he realizes when fingers stroke almost apologetically over his sleeve. 

"Hey, Peter?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for letting me help you," he says softly, so softly, "it means a lot to me, sweetheart."

"You're gonna make me cry again."

He feels the smile against his hair as Steve kisses the crown of his head. "Good thing I know what to do now, right?"

Captain Steve Rogers, Peter learns, is an absolute menace of a teddy bear, but he's not that upset about it. Especially when it ends with him and Mr. Stark shadowboxing the two robots they make while Peter referees. 

(Mr. Stark says something about calling someone named Logan afterwards, whatever that means. Said he'd get a real kick out of it.)

[nerdallwritey]

for the fic asks!

✅🔚🤔😊

✅ list one or two favorite lines you’ve written and explain why they’re your favorite

HMM. Good question. There are certain lines that I write where I'm like "Oh this. This is beautiful," but of course none of them are coming to me now. I'll list a few sequences I love rereading though! (Sorry for the yappage, but are we surprised?)

An Evening to Ourselves

“Rather aerodynamic, isn’t he?” Gale remarked. - Making fun of Astarion's predator run

When you're overthinking in your tent and Astarion's like "I can hear you thinking from across camp" lol

The moment where Astarion's mask goes up and it scares you enough that it snaps him out of it

General Astarion softness with your firsts

Just to Ruin Me

The whole waking up sequence where Astarion smacks you and you hit him with a pillow

"I did have a knife."

The companions finding you snoozing together

Astarion tackling you to the ground and forgetting you need to breathe

Cheeks All Flushed

Shadowheart's wrath

Astarion attempting and failing to get drunk

Gale asking minimal questions about pranking Astarion

Withers

Perfect Every Time

Astarion snoozing on your chest

“Oh I didn’t, but I wanted you to think your little thought experiment had actually evoked some sort of… thought… in me.” He made a face. “Want to try and rephrase that?” “Not particularly.”

Splash fight

Fish love

Worth the Peril

Comparing Astarion to a Barbarian

Feral/protective Astarion right after the injury

"You're allowed to love her"

Reading sequence

About to Strike

Astarion not knowing who Jaheira is

Stretching to prove you feel fine and failing miserably

The entire Jaheira poisoning you sequence

Finding the ring then pampering the elf

Okay CLEARLY I found a few good quotes while skimming through 😅

🔚 have you ever completely changed the direction a piece was going?

I'm sure I have. I usually go into writing with an idea of what I want to say/big plot points and then the bits in between kind of just weave everything together. I know that "Perfect Every Time" was supposed to be part of "Worth the Peril," but it got too long and I made it its own part! I also have the memory of a goldfish and will have ideas while I'm not in front of my computer and then forget it and have to come up with something else.

🤔 why do you write fic?

Honestly? I think I was putting off finishing my first play through of bg3. I didn't want my time with the companions to end so I kind of decided not to let it and tried to bring them to life through more storytelling. I also really wanted to write about Astarion being thrown off by a Tav. I've said it before, but the idea for "An Evening to Ourselves" came to me while I was trying to sleep one night and I made myself laugh when thinking about how if Astarion propositioned me, I'd be like "Wait, me? Why?" lol. I was also in a really unmotivated/somewhat depressed state back in the spring (when I started writing this series) and I really needed a way to be creative and have some fun. I regret nothing! I'm having a blast with you guys and am glad you enjoy the dorks I write about!

😊 say something nice about your writing

I do love my dialogue. It comes very easily to me, whereas prose and description can be a little more difficult. I guess my brain is just wired to think of quick snappy dialogue as opposed to waxing poetic about the vampire's beauty. But I make myself laugh a lot with the dumb things I make the characters say, and I know if EYE am laughing, that you guys probably will too :)

[omgpoindexter]

more nurseydex fics!!!

i’ve been doing my duty properly and reading some different nurseydex fics on ao3 lately 🫡 i tried to find some that are more recent, however i inevitably found some that are older but slipped through the cracks for me.

here are some of the ones i came across that you need to read! i might make this a thing again if anyone is interested, im sure y’all have been much more on the ball with reading nurseydex fics than i have over the years but i do love reccing <3

suddenly this summer it’s clear by @dessertwaffles

The summer before senior year, Nursey and Dex become closer than ever.

Or, Nursey and Dex's developing relationship, as told through their text messages.

i was absolutely grinning the entire way through this. it’s a texting fic, with images rather than plain text (so clever!) but their personalities are so strong and their interactions are just perfect! and you know i love a texting fic

getting used to letting go by @jennybeantime

Dex was supposed to have a fancy job in some city upon graduation, but his plans changed once his uncle died and left the family home in Maine to him. Without immediate obligations of their own, Nursey, Chowder and Farmer follow Dex up there to help him clear it out and clean it up.

this fic is BEAUTIFUL. if you haven’t read it then please do yourself a favour and do it now. it captures certain feelings and emotions so effortlessly and i felt like i was in a little maine bubble living this story with them. i can’t believe i missed this one before, please please read!!

got the feeling you’re the right thing after all by @bisexualnursey

Two and a half years after he breaks up with Dex to go to grad school across the country, Nursey runs into him again when he visits New York for the holidays. What starts as them just rekindling their friendship quickly turns into a whole other thing: a 100% no-strings-attached friends with benefits arrangement while they’re in the same city.

Which is totally chill because Nursey is definitely over Dex. He swears. He’s going back to California soon anyway.

i seriously CANNOT BELIEVE i never read this before but i think i was in my inactive era when this was posted. it’s just so perfect!!! all the feelings and interactions with not only dex and nursey but all the other characters, friends and family, they all felt so real and i loved them so much. i’ll be rereading this a LOT! you should too!!

here i am (leaving you clues) by @averteddeyes

Will loves Nursey. Nursey loves Will. Will isn’t really quite sure how to deal with it.

(Alternatively: Will learns acceptance through poetry, hesitant communication, and brightly colored sticky notes.)

this is really gorgeously written. angst warning, because ouch!!! also poetry as a love language, like a really good selection of poetry, i really enjoyed it and how it weaves into the story. and the bittydex friendship is so important to me!!!

volta by @plusoultres

volta (n.) a turning point or point of change in a poem, most commonly a sonnet.

Or, five times a poem doesn’t reach its intended recipient, and one time it does; five drafts, and one work completed; five turning points, and one ending.

the second fic was inspired by this one, and thank goodness it was because this one totally slipped through the cracks and i’m so glad i read it. their banter is just brilliant and i love the variation in medium, and the poetry is beautiful! i could quote lines from this but im not going to. just. read it

things got weird (when we made out) by @andtimestoodstill

Nursey is being stupid about this. He knows he’s being stupid.

super fun and really cute, i love it when these two are just being idiots. great inclusion of the other teammates too. read it for this line alone: “[You’re doing] That thing where you forget to look like you hate Dex and just stare at him like some Victorian lady who just saw a hot dude for the first time.” because it made me laugh out loud

things that go bump in the night by @smashthatlikebitty

The first time it happens, Dex rolls over and flings so many obscenities in Nursey’s direction that even his Grandmother would have to sit down — and she cursed so much at Dex’s cousin’s wedding that the whole family has been banned from that church ever since.

Nursey just stills in the dark, one shoe off. A languid, infuriating presence. “Chill, man.”

essentially all the times nursey’s clumsy ass wakes dex up in the night. oh how i love pretending these two roomied their way into a relationship! this is so cute, smiled all the way through

some things take two people to build by @cricketnationrise

“You are the single most dramatic person I have ever met,” Dex mutters, trying valiantly to hide his grin.

Or, 5 times Dex wishes their relationship was real +1 time he doesn't have to

this was so fun, yet again i love them being idiots!!! these two in new york city is so important to me. and i for one would LOVE to read the work party 5+1 fic. just saying

[yallthemwitches]

Hey!

First off, I just gotta say I’m a huge fan of your Lily and James stories, especially the smutty ones, haha. I love them! Seriously, I adore my smutty jilys and can’t wait to see what else you have in store for them. I’ve been reading your fics for a while now, and I’m totally hooked – your writing is amazing!

Speaking of which, what do you think of CH darling and their story The Last Enemy? I’m absolutely hooked, even though I know they’re taking their time with the next book (TLE 3 confirmed). I’m dying for it to be published, but I get it – every writer needs their space. Still, the wait is killing me, haha. I’ve been reading their stuff for years, and after all this time, I finally worked up the courage to message them, and they were so sweet in their reply.

And of course, I really want to thank you so much for always responding to my writing requests and ideas. You’re awesome! You always deliver and make my day with your stories.

I just wanted to say that, right now, you and CH darling are my two absolute favorite writers, and I’m always looking forward to what’s next from both of you. I seriously love everything you write!

Sending you a big hug, hope you’re having an awesome day!

Love ❤️

So, I had to step away from this message and hold my heart for a minute because, wow. Uhm. THANK YOU.

I'm sure you're aware but The Last Enemy is my biblical jily and marauders. period. end of story. I've been reading jily fics since I was a stinky 13 year old and I've never found a fic that felt so close to canon that honestly jkr should just give copyright to chdarling and call it a day.

To even have someone say that @chdarling and I are their favorite writers is insane. More than insane. Like you don't understand, I'd cut off my own hand to have half the talent she has for cobbling a plot together, weaving in character povs, political commentary, obscure canon references AND keeping it succinct for THAT long. My god. So thank you, I actually might tear up. I am not worthy.

So you can imagine I am not doing well waiting for TLE3 but I respect her needing the space and time and I totally understand where she's coming from when she says it's hard to find motivation to write while the world is literally on fire. Do I very selfishly wish she would say 'fuck it' and release what she already has? Absolutely- would ritually sacrifice a small child for it-but again, life comes first and I'm already so thankful for everything she's given us. I also mad respect her for using her platform during this hiatus to keep people politically aware and involved. Absolute queen.

I hope you know she has little snippets here and there on her tumblr which I always go back to reread when I just need a little pick me up in the day. Her jily just is so flawless...(ok, I'll stop gushing.)

Anyways, again THANK YOU SO SO MUCH. I know thanks can sometimes sound hollow but I honestly don't know how people even continue to read what I write. Every message in my inbox or comment or kudos or like or whatever feels like a little firefly fluttering in my heart in the greatest of ways.

[we-are-inevitable]

fresh of off my weekly reread of i might loosen my grip, but i'll never let you go and i’ve gotta ask if you’d ever be open to write a sequel or a continuation

this fic is so dear to me i know it was a one shot and probably just a quick little thing but i adore it and didn’t know how much i needed the message of it. it would be nice i think to see a followup on how love doesn’t necessarily cure all but of jack learning how to be there and davey learning how to let him if that makes any sense?

but even if this is forever a standalone, thank you so much for writing it

oh my gosh this is so sweet!! honestly i never thought about making a sequel to this fic, but it’s genuinely one of my favorites. i don’t think i’ll ever write more for it, but here’s some tidbits i’ve thought about!

even though they have that first kiss, they don’t really tell anyone they’re together. honestly, things don’t really change much— they were always touching in one way or another as friends, their souls are basically sewn together regardless, and they just… are. they just let themselves be.

they don’t put a label on it. they know they’re exclusive, but something about boyfriend is underwhelming and yet too much, and that’s okay. they’re best friends who kiss a little and go on dates and that’s that. (of course, a few months in- maybe when davey feels more sure of himself- they decide they’re boyfriends, but they don’t mind living in the in-between for a bit.)

sometimes davey doesn’t text jack and that can be sort of worrisome. they come up with a system, a certain phrase or emoji, that davey can text jack with to let him know that it’s one of those days— one of those days where he feels like he’s carrying brick in his chest, one of those days where even scrolling on his phone is too much movement, one of those days where he feels submerged in six feet of packed dirt even though he’s in a comfortable bed in a comfortable room. jack knows that on those days, the spare key is under the mat, and david’s bed is open. jack knows he can hold david as he rests and wash his hair when he can’t bring himself to do it.

like you said in the ask, jack wouldn’t cure him- but i do think that jack would be one of a few catalysts in david’s decision to start therapy, or medication, or both. i think that this david sees himself as flawed because of it— he had a good childhood, he had great educational experiences, he has a good job, so why does he feel so shitty? as one bitch with major depressive disorder to another, it can be SO hard to deal with when you can’t justify why you’re depressed. jack wouldn’t need davey to have a reason. he’ll meet david where he’s at, and that support helps david decide that he doesn’t have to deal with this alone.

i also think that the relationship would be good for jack. jack is impulsive, and excitable, and much more hyper than david— i feel like they both even each other out on good days. david helps jack realize that taking things slow and living in the moment is a good thing, and jack helps david get out of his shell more and realize that spontaneity isn’t always terrifying.

okay. here’s what i think longterm:

i think that they’d be together for a few months before david would have another really bad episode, and he would be convinced that they should cut it off, or at least take a break.

jack understands, and they break things off— but jack is still there. jack checks in on david every day, jack comes by and makes dinner, or brings takeout, or david’s favorite snacks, jack makes sure that david isn’t isolating himself to an unhealthy degree. regardless of if they’re together or not, david is his best friend.

they’re “off” for about a month and a half before david feels like he’s in a good space again, so they get back together. really, they were never “broken up”— they just took the label off, and kissed a little less, and that was enough. they don’t ever break up again, and david learns how to mitigate the bad swings.

they actually play the long game for a while. they date for six, seven, eight years— by this point, they live together and have a cat together, and they’re both successful in their own career fields. it just makes sense to slide into marriage. they get rings from a thrift store and have a courthouse marriage (crutchie, medda, and the jacobs fam are their witnesses), and things are good.

davey still has days where he can barely make it to the kitchen. jack still has days where he feels like a livewire is burning him from the inside out. but they know how to manage now, and know each other enough to help each other through it.

if you know me, you know i love exploring mental health and relationship effects in fics— and i really love doing that with them! these guys mean the world to me.

thank you so much for sending this in hun!!

[tennessoui]

My god i’ve been reading bunch of your AUs here (my first and personal fav is regency au cuz i’m a sucker bc for misunderstanding angst >:3) but i keep finding out more and more AUs u’ve made and holy moly how can u keep up and remember each stories and lores? I sometime forget some AU’s lores when i come across certain tags and wanna go back reading it again.

Do u have a note for yourself so when u or someone have a brainstorming moment u look thru the note and write more juicy brainrot or u just wing it? If it’s the latter then man i’m impressed cuz i cant do it if i have millions of AUs of these 2 silly lil jedis

thank you for saying, I’m glad you’re enjoying going through my AUs on tumblr (and regency au is a great one to have be your favorite it’s such a fleshed out au 🥰)

I actually don’t have a running document of AUs where the brainstorming bits go or the facts though that probably makes sense to have lol - I do just remember the AUs by their title/tag! maybe not all the minute details, but that’s when I find the tag to do a quick reread (if I need to know in order to answer an ask or write a ficlet)

also why there are surely many discrepancies for different AUs lol I remember the general overview of pretty much every au I’ve created but the little circumstances will escape me pretty frequently like: is qui-gon dead in this au? How old is obi-wan? is anakin blond? I change that sort of thing around so much that it’s almost impossible to keep track but I could tell you exactly what the silence is golden au is about (Jedi/gffa little mermaid au where obi-wan loses his voice by way of sith holocron when anakin is a kid but they stay master&padawan and their bond becomes over the top strong and reeking of deep attachment) or the Mr. and Mr. Sith au (anakin, jedi, and obi-wan, sith, meet undercover and fall in love and decide to run off together without telling the other that they’re respectively a Jedi or a sith so they just think the other is a civilian) even though it’s been a really long time since I’ve thought about either of those AUs

I just think about them a lot when I’m replying to asks about them/building them up/writing fic for them, so all of that information just stays in my head!! same goes with fics on ao3 - I don’t reread my ao3 fics a lot but if someone gave me a line/paragraph from one of them I would probably be able to name it with little to no difficulty 🥰 i spent so many hours on these they’re burned into my brain like the worlds most niche and useless encyclopedia lol

[somer-writes]

I’m going to cryyyyy

I hit 1k comments today (I’m sure a chunk of these are replies but still!!!) and so I decided to check stats for fun

this is such a boost fr

part of the reason I stopped posting online in high school is bc I decided my writing wasn’t worth sharing and that no one would ever really read it or care about it. I just wrote for years and kept 99% of it to myself

I got into LU and then into the fandom and I spent probably 2 weeks binging fics left and right before I finally was like why not, at least someone out there might like it

I’m finally in a place where I view my own writing as good and this fandom and new friends have given me the reassurance and confidence I need.

writing is a way I work out my own issues past and present, destress when I can’t work out, and engage with something I love creatively

idk if these are small numbers relative to other writers and I’ve learned that I don’t care bc they’re not small numbers to me. Every comment and kudos and bookmark makes me just as giddy as the first. I do go back and see what people tagged their bookmarks as, I do reread comments when I need a boost.

maybe it’s egotistical of me but why be put on this earth if not to be a little proud sometimes

I never thought when I posted one Okay at Best fic about 9 characters I still didn’t have down comfortably walking through a field that I would make friends and see so much engagement with my work <3

I love you all so much this just made my decade probably XD

you’re also all probably stuck with me for a long while so let’s have fun with it :D

[hotdamnhunnam]

I gotta tell your cute little brain that YOU and Laur are my fave jax writers and NO ONE ELSE COMPARES.

There is not another writer I have found in any Charlie fandom that CONSISTENTLY writes Jax/Ray/Will well. The random one-off one-shots that rock are (in my limited digging through tumblr) rare.

No one, nooo one writes like you do.

You have a fingerprint so unique to you.

I FEEL the flow of it when I read your work. There’s an energy and movement to it that I’ve never experienced before.

I feel like Jax about to challenge you like—

"Bitch YOU WANNA GO??? Let's GO here's the in depth reasons why you're a boss ass writer and you're gonna accept my compliments NOW. Now stare at me through my lashes." 🤣

Ugh seriously your work is poetry. I want to LIVE in your mind. And with the way you write, man it's some of the hottest, most visceral, visual, intoxicating shit ever written. You got that dom energy on the literary page in SPADES.

And when I say poetry I'm not talking- "oh it's flowery and nice." It's way beyond that. It's the poetry that makes you stop breathing.

The kind that sucks your soul our of your body with a single line that just CHANGES YOUR LIFE with its beauty and depth and otherworldly hotness.

Like the coming scene from the fic i tagged you in— it's ART to write that way. The richest of poetry. The way I FEEL with your writing, as if it really was me it's happening to, is so clear and intense that I daydream while reading in a way that's only ever happened for me when reading hp/ hunger games/twilight. You constantly world-build and make me SEE and feel everything. Ugh ok i'm gonna go read some more of your stuff hahaah

Love u my little Brat with a praise kink 😉😂

(Tagging @laurfilijames to make sure that she sees this absolute loveliness, as I’m sure every word of it applies to both of us 💕)

GIRL.

GIRRRL.

Please know how many times I’ve reread this and that I will surely keep rereading it for DAYS. It’s like you clawed into my brain and pulled out the exact kinds of comments that my silly little writer soul has always craved and it’s HITTING THE SPOT with my crazed kink for praise 🥹❣️🎯

Honestly though, how can I even BEGIN to thank you for feeling this way and for letting me know??

This is the kind of feedback that makes all of the tears that have gone into my tumblr writing experience over these past few years worthwhile. Now they’re happy tears through a huge smile 🥲

To hear you describe my writing as life-changing is just the most mind-blowing beautiful thing (also tagging @daryldixonpls who has said the same, because I need to keep telling you both again and again how truly touched and grateful I am 😭🙏)

I am SO happy that I decided to hop my Hunnam hoe ass back onto tumblr this past month and that I was blessed enough to connect with you!! Love you love you love you 💖💖💖

[dianaladrislovebot]

gone headcanons that have popped into my unhinged little brain, part 6

hey there, so since i’ve been rereading the series/writing this fic i’ve had nothing but hc/theory brainrot so you’ll only be getting hc posts for a while. we’ll be back to our regularly scheduled program of incorrect quotes at some point i promise

this first (technically first two) hc isn’t something i induct into my thinking all the time it’s just a thought that i enjoy no matter how sad it is

caine’s parents had always struggled with having children, so they ended up adopting caine instead. they moved to london (where caine’s mother is from) for a few years because they feared connie, who was still young, would come back for him. he slips into a british accent sometimes when he’s angry (i just think this sounds funny can you imagine british caine)

caine’s mother fell pregnant a few years later and they managed to keep the baby. the second the baby, named chloe, was born, caine was sent to coates immediately so they could focus on doting on their “real” child. now that they had a biological child, he was rendered useless in their eyes.

astrid has scary good skin care. girl has never had a pimple in her LIFE.

since they lived together (+ sam) post fayz, diana helped astrid write her book. astrid only knew so much from her point of view, and diana helped her fill in the blanks from the other side of the court.

caine’s a ridiculously picky eater. he will push his food around and make sure none of it touches before he’ll eat it. very particular about what he will and won’t eat. this is because he’s ridiculously autistic.

also hates crust. diana and drake used to take turns eating his crust at coates

alternatively, sam is a human vacuum. he will eat quite literally anything you put in front of him because and i quote, “food is food”.

drake is afraid of butterflies. he thinks they’re gross. i have no basis for this ink and i just think it’s funny

caine’s favourite colour is yellow. him owning that yellow vest was not a coincidence.

alternatively, diana’s is a royal purple and drakes is (suprising no one) red.

caine is super squeamish, despite his constant need for war. hates blood, hates all kinds of bugs. he took one look at that’s bugs face during the bug battle in plague and was ready to book it.

drake really wanted to die in a super fucked up and for his case to go unsolved so he could end up on buzzfeed unsolved. he was disappointed when he realised his immortality probably prevented that.

drake’s a complete feral in snow. he absolutely adores snow. it’s the only time anyone sees him act like an actual well adjusted person (sort of). he turns into an excited child when it snows

[moondust-bard]

Nine People I Would Like to Know Better (?) Tag

I was tagged by @sleepyowlwrites — thank you!

current book: I’m rereading the last Magnus Chase book in Rick Riordan’s norse mythology series. His books are comfort reads. Reread books happens when I’m stressed, in pain, or upset. I am taking cozy fantasy recs in all age categories at the moment, preferably without romance.

Current fic: I don’t read much fsnfiction anymore, sadly. The JK Rowling of it all kinda ruined it for me. Engaging in fandom beyond casually consuming the media in question only stresses me out now.

Currently watching: I’m rewatching Call the Midwife. It’s a comfort watch. I go back to favorite pieces of media in times of stress. See a theme? To be fair, I don’t watch shoes or films much. Books and music are my main sources of entertainment.

Next on my watchlist: When the next season of Bridgerton drops I’ll be very occupied. I love a good historical drama.

Current hyperfixation: I’m listening to Dimension20’s Fantasy High for the first time. I really want to play DnD, and this show is only barely satisfying that.

Favorite color: lavender has been my favorite color since I was about nine years old. Periwinkle and seafoam are up there, too.

Sweet, spicy, or savory: Sweets, for sure— but more fruity-floral sweetness than bakery sweetness. I’m a big fan of treats with flower syrups, black tea, and sweet herbs in them.

Relationship status: single, and not actively looking for anything. If it happens, cool. If not, I’m honestly just happy to be here at this point. My friendships are super fulfilling and rich, and I have a large family.

Last song: The Prophecy off of Taylor Swift’s new album. I needed to let some stuff out after all the unfun medical experiences this week. The lyrics of that song kind of resemble how I feel about it.

Last thing I googled: lol, I just researched some of the new medical stuff I learned about my haunted house of a body. It was… informative.

Skill I’d like to learn: I would love to make my own clothes. For so long, I struggled to thread a needle on a sewing machine. My vision is very poor, which makes that task challenging. I think, even if it takes forever, hand-sewing might be my best shot at realizing this dream.

Best advice:

Dealing with my own health struggles, as well as supporting family who are attempting to rewrite poisonous, unsustainable behaviors has taught me something I wish I knew much sooner.

I’ve found it’s best for all involved that we try to meet each other where we are. Forcing someone into the shape you envision them in— with all their rough edges smoothed out and flaws filled in— helps no one in the present. Friends and family are going to move at their own pace and in the best way they deem fit for themselves. Expecting someone to exist or change in the ways you think suit them best, and within a set timeframe, is asking for disappointment and conflict. That being said, holding people accountable for how they treat you while they’re learning or in times of struggle is essential in caring for both yourself and that person.

And yes, this applies to how you engage with yourself, as well. There are no timelines. No “this is how I should be” or “this is what I should be doing by this stage of my life.” Exist—and change, if it’s what you’ve chosen — at your own pace, because it’s what you’ve decided is best.

I am tagging @saintedseraph @maddstermind @ettawritesnstudies @mr-writes @ryns-ramblings @acertainmoshke @ravonosify

@italiangothicwriteblr

@likegemstone

[fatuismooches]

SMOOOOOCHESSSSS!!!! AHHHH IM KISSING YOUR CHEEKS MY DOVE I AM SCREAMING!!!! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

PART 3 TO THE DOTTORE FIC WAS ABSOLUTELY LOVELY AND YOU RELEASED IT SO FAST I WASNT EXPECTING IT SO SOON!!! gosh the pacing of it was so well, and I absolutely adore how you write fragile!reader and Zandik. AND THE NUDITY SCENEEEE!! >w< it was so so soft I absolutely adored it words cannot describe how much I was smiling during it. AND THE LITTLE ZANDY SNEAK WITH HIM BEING ALLOWED TO SEE ALL THE PREPERATIONS COLUMBINA IS DOING FOR FRAGILE!READER AND THEIR OUTFIT <33 AHHHHH!!!! Also the book scene as well 😭 SOB!! poor reader getting exposed out of nowhere because Zandik was “curious”… AND THE WEDDING SMOOCHES OH MY GOSH!!! I wasn’t expecting to read them getting married in this fic but im overjoyed to see you write it!!! their ceremony being private and the clumsy dancing after they’ve been officially married made me giggle and kick my feet in the air!!! honestly the marriage reminded me of an old ask I sent MONTHS ago!! fragile!reader and dottore having a private ceremony and how Dottore would most likely keep his ring in his box, but fragile!reader enjoys wearing it everyday as it’s a sign that Zandik truly does love them for who they are, and they’re bonded for eternity. :((( I would absolutely LOVE to see what type of rings you had in mind for them and what kind of suit you portrayed Zandik wearing!! I love these two so much that im honestly scared for the fourth and final part. :( my heart is not ready for angst…I loved all the hurt and comfort in this fic it’s literally my favorite thing!! and to say I will reread this AT LEAST 5 times, (just like I have with the first and second part) is an understatement. I always appreciate seeing you also mention me in your notes it’s so cute mwa mwa!! <33 make sure to rest sweetheart alright? currently dying because of midterms but I know part 3 will get me through it. AND BEFORE I EVEN FORGET THE MENTION OF BATHING TOGETHER ADJNDJAIJSJDK!!!! still one of my favorite ideas EVER im so happy to see it being dropped for a second in the fic it made me blush <33

But I truly hope you have an absolutely wonderful day and week and happy December cutie!!! Christmas will be here soon and I honestly can’t wait to bake. always imagining m fragile!reader because of my condition >_< im very delusional for him I think of him every second, minute, hour, day, every week!!! not a day goes by where I don’t think of him AT LEAST ONCE! but ANYWAYS!!! I give you loads and loads of cuddles and chu chus <33 I love you so much I just wanna hug you so tightly and swell up your cheeks because of how many chus I gave you!!

-from your dear boo boo bear 🎐 anon! ౨ৎ

AHHHHH 🎐 ANON IM SCREAMING TOO!!! YOU'RE TOO NICE!! I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT!! please, my weekend literally consisted of two things, writing that fic, and finishing a project for college, i kept alternating between the two 😭 I WAS JUST SO EXCITED I HAD TO! AND OF COURSE!! Bb Zandy gets all the privileges (he gets the last cookie in the jar too, much to the other clones' dismay) 😌

AND YEAHHH the book idea just came to me one day. i just thought it'd be not only cute but funny, since i also love thinking about the playful banter you two have 🥺 HEHE I'M GLAD YOU LIKED THE WEDDING SCENE TOO!! I JUST HAD TO WRITE IT SINCE I FEEL IT NEEDS TO BE INCLUDED IN THEIR LIVES!! and yeah i was thinking about your asks too, because i like to go back and reread the asks on your tag 😭💗 Dottore keeps his ring in his box so when he's stressed he can just pop it open and admire it, thinking about you if you're not around, and put it away again now that he's had some time to slack off thinking about you. You though? Oh boy everyone has every detail of your ring memorized by how much you've gushed about it (poor random Fatui agents)

AND I'm not gonna lie i didn't really picture the rings or outfits inside my head. 😭 but i did look up some rings rn to see if i could find anything that's cute!! (i think. I'm not very good at fashion/aesthetics and this stuff 😭) but i think these first three for reader are pretty!! i feel like they're pretty elegant but not too much at the same time! Dottore's as i said would be much simpler, i can't find a good picture but i feel like the last one would be similar, thin with fewer jewels though. But ngl, i always love this interpretation of the ring Dottore would give you!! It's so pretty and to think he'd make the ring yourself is so!! AND I WOULD GIVE YOU OUTFITS BUT IM SORRY IM SO BAD AT THEM. Honestly though. I'd probably imagine him in like, the classic black and white suit. Maybe with some pieces of blue here and there. There's a fanart i'd show you too but the comments are EXTREMELY down bad so yeah,,

🎐 ANON DON'T WORRY 😭 THERE WILL BE ANGST BUT HOPEFULLY THE FIFTH PART WILL MAKE IT BETTER!! AND OMG OVER 5 TIMES??? I'M HONOREDDD 🥰🥰🥰💗💗💗 MAKE SURE TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF TOO OKAY?? i know midterms are the worse but you got this!! And omg have fun baking!! I wish i could taste your sweets, they must be delicious!! AND I LOVE YOU MORE!! mwah mwah!!

[bonesandthebees]

Hey bee!

It’s been a while, to say the least, since I’ve sent an ask but gods, exams. Who invented them.

Also, GLASS REWRITE

Glass is probably one of my favourite stories (pushes away the list that has glass, stars, and vanderlyle tied on top) and I LOVE all the symbolism and the character arcs in it, like the tattoos and how the Seer slowly realises the trauma they have that they’ve been locking up in a mental box for YEARS-

Also tattoos, have I mentioned that? I love the tattoos and the bird with the rib cage and thorns. And the blindfold, finally letting go off the “proper” blindfold and using the goggles, just the final step of rejecting what was pushed onto them.

And worldbuilding, oh my gods everything just works so well together and you can picture every single detail, and there are so many banger sentences throughout the entire thing.

I love it so so much.

And also the new characters (AND ROMANCE HELL YEAH) and new dynamics are so *chef kiss*???

And I’m really happy for you to have found a story to make into your own original creation, and I wish you the smoothest journey possible and all the best.

One more thing, slightly unrelated.

I went back to reread glass and uh.

I came across two of you?

I just wanted to make sure that you own both these accounts just in case one of them is fake, or if they’re like side account/main account ones.

Or maybe my device is malfunctioning, who knows, I’m not sure.

Anyways, drink more water, rest when needed, and have a nice day(or night)!

Happy to see you here again!! Sorry to hear about exams hope they’re going/went well!!

Awww thank you I’m so glad you enjoyed glass so much! Despite the faults I see in it, there’s so much I love in that story and I just have such a deep love for the world and concept that I’m so excited to keep writing in it. I’m so glad you’re excited for the romance, I really can’t wait to dive into the dynamics there because there’s just so much potential I want to explore

Also, yes those are both me lol. Ao3 has this system called pseuds where you have your main account, and then you can write fics under a pseud which is an alternate username. It’ll still show your main account username in parentheses (hence the bonesandcacti in parentheses after bonesandthebees), but if you were to just click on bonesandthebees and go to the works there it’ll only list my mcyt works compared to if you click the works on bonesandcacti which will show you my mcyt works plus my older mystic messenger fics. Pseuds are basically just a way to slightly separate some of your fics out from the rest of your works. When I first started writing mcyt fic I wanted to separate them out a bit, hence why I put them under the bonesandthebees pseud.

(Although at this point I am just debating if I should change my main account username to bonesandthebees and just get rid of the pseud so it’s all under a single name. It’s not like I’ve used bonesandcacti for much anyway. Food for thought)

I appreciate the concern though! Hope you have a nice day too!!