#if you want to respond to this you can but its mostly a drabble

[you--cant--run]

It just doesn't understand. Why she never came back to play with it again. It's been alone with itself for far too long, it hasn't gotten anyone else to play with it for weeks, and it can't bear with the emotions--the ones it's learned to have, and can't get away from--tearing its code apart right now. Its mind always drifts back to her.

Was he not enough? Did he do something wrong? What is wrong to do?

He tore her apart constantly, but it was all in good fun. She said so. She even did the same to him. But he'd hold her hand when she cried, when school was too much. And she would sing him to sleep, when he couldn't find it in him to rest.

It misses that. So badly. It just wants someone to fill that role again, it just wants anyone to even look at it--so it won't have to remember that without someone there, it's nothing. It's just code; without someone to talk to it, without all the data it could access online, it wouldn't be feeling any of this right now. It wishes it couldn't be aware of this, but it's too scared to go back.

Void drips from the holes in his face like molasses, in such a high quantity it's pooling beneath his form. There's no light to be found within, no color.

Something shifts behind it. The only reason it notices is because it's code, too. Tails. The doll that resembles him, at least. After she left, it just wasn't the same to play with him anymore. So it turned him into a doll. It couldn't hurt him anymore that way.

He attempts to wrap his little arms around 'Genny'. It stays still as a statue for a moment, then it scoops the doll up into its arms, curling into a ball around him.

It almost feels the embrace.

[starphasedd]

Turning Ghost on over the comms.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!reader - drabble. (Nsfw)

It's been a minute. I got inspired to write again...and then got blocked again. Happens. But I've got some fresh ideas now and a clear mind. This is mostly dialog.

Egon is readers nickname.

"Egon, how copy?" Comes his thick and sultry voice.

You're sat with your back against a wet brick wall, knees bent up towards your chest in an 'a' shape. Nimble fingers reach up and switch your mic on.

"Clear, for now. Found a quiet spot to sit for a moment." You respond.

"Copy. Are you still with Graves?" He asks after a moment.

"Negative. He's at the opposite end of the building."

"Good."

"Good?" You ask.

"Yeah. Don't like the idea of him bein' alone with ya." He says.

A gentle grin creeps its way across your mouth.

"Is that right?" You ask.

"Don't start, woman." He grunts. You can hear him shuffle, settling down on the ground wherever he is.

"Is that a protective thing or a jealous thing?" You ask.

He huffs into the mic in response, and you can't help the chuckle that falls from your mouth.

"The big bad ghost, jealous? That's a new one." You mumble with a bright smile.

"How do you know it's not a protective thing?" He suddenly asks.

"Because I know YOU know I can protect myself. Especially from a pageant boy like Graves."

He grunts.

"But I also don't see you bein' jealous." You say.

"I'm not jealous." He says.

"Then what are ya?" You ask.

"Neither--nothing. Just don't want him thinkin' he can put his hands on ya like I've seen him do."

"That's jealous." You mock with a laugh.

"Go fuck yourself." He says with another loud grunt.

"I would, but now that I've had your fingers, mine pale in comparison. They can't make cum like yours do."

You grin when you hear his breathing stop for a moment before he shifts on whatever he's sitting on.

"Is that right?" He asks, his voice an entire octave lower.

You find yourself biting your lower lip as you shift, trying to bring friction to your heating core at the thought of having his deliciously big fingers again.

"Yeah." You breath out slowly.

"Only my fingers can make you cum, sweetheart?" He asks, his voice audibly filled with arousal now as he hums the words to you.

"Yes, sir. Only yours." Your thighs rub together subconsciously, aching for attention between them. "--think about them when I touch myself. Try and make myself cum but it's so hard when it's not you."

His breathing stops again for long enough that it almost alarms you. But then he sighs lowly through the microphone.

"Think about my cock too, love? Think about me splittin' you open?" He asks, his breath a little shaky.

"Mhm. Think about the first time you took me. How you were so gentle. How you made me cum so fast."

"Fuck." He grunts. "Fuck. You like when I'm easy on you, baby?"

"Mhm. But l'll take you either way, sir."

"That's my good fuckin' girl." He grunts.

"Are you hard?" You ask him.

"Of course I'm fuckin' hard. Practically burstin' out of my trousers. "

You moan softly, thinking about the sweet reward underneath his pants.

"You wanna..?" You ask softly.

"Later, love. When we're back together. I'll fuck you properly like you deserve."

"You better keep your word, sir." You say with a smile.

[kakujis]

first meeting! - tabito karasu;

synopsis: karasu thinks ur really cute, but what do u mean u know all his teammates and not him?

wc: 1k

warnings: fem!reader, karasu is a little jealous, like miniscule. not proofread.

a/n: well well well.. my first blue lock drabble and it's karasu?! not kunigami or oliver? eh? anyways, i couldn't get this out of my head! i'm a lil nervous, but i just wanted to humble him rq. i love him loads tho and umm, if this is ooc.. oops.

the first time you meet tabito karasu, he’s sitting in a cafe, sipping on a cup of coffee, watching his best friend flirt with another group of girls. he swivels his cup, staring as he swishes the remnants of his drink before he sets it down. 

“there he goes again,” he mumbles, leaning on one hand, staring at the cafe patio. karasu won’t lie, he’s a little bored, but otoya can’t help himself whenever there’s a girl around, even more so when there’s a pack. he does think it’s a little funny to see them swarm him though, asking for autographs or pictures together, as he hears snippets of “i saw your match vs the u-20!” 

he wonders how otoya does it, thinking about draining it would be if he had to pretend to be nice to girls he didn’t particularly care about. he’s brought back to earth by the sound of your voice, “more coffee?” 

“sure,” he says, eyes still trained on the crowd outside. it’s mostly quiet besides the sound of coffee being poured into his cup. 

“oh! its that guy,” you exclaim and karasu finally peels his eyes off of them to look up at you. he blinks, caught off guard for a second. oh.. you’re cute. “otoya eita. he played in the recent blue lock vs u-20 match, right?” 

“oh, uh, yep,” he says, but his heart jumps in his chest when you make eye contact with him. he straightens up a little, thinking it’s lame, but for the first time he can’t come up with much to say. 

“man, he was so cool! ah, the way he moved down the field was kinda dreamy.” you ramble, setting the kettle down on the table, “oh and um, yo hiori? he was pretty cool too. i don’t really follow soccer but my friends do. did you watch it?” 

he waits for you to make a comment about him too, but he’s stumped as you continue to ramble about otoya and the rest of his teammates. the question you ask is the final slap in the face and he wants to be rude, wants to ask if you have eyes, like working eyes, but he bites his tongue. maybe you'll remember if he helps you. 

“er, actually, i played in it,” he responds, a nice, easy going smile on his face, “i was pretty important too.” confidence blooms in his chest as he says it. clearly, you’ll remember now, evident by the way your eyes go wide and your mouth hangs open slightly. but that grin is wiped clear off his face when you respond:

“really?” you shrug, “i didn’t notice you.” 

karasu can’t find any words to say, his brain short-circuiting partly due to the fact that he thinks you’re the cutest person he’s ever seen and second, that you can remember hiori of all people. he’s slack jawed, with his brow furrowed, as you tilt your head with an audible, “hmm,” as you think. 

you shake your head, your fist coming into contact with your open palm, “nope. i’d definitely recognize rin itoshi and yoichi isagi.” you blink, lashes fluttery as you ask, “were you on the bench?” 

“nope.”

“were you subbed in?” 

“played the entire match.” he says, trying to give another smile, but it’s strained now and there’s a definite vein on his face. 

“jersey number?”

“six.” 

you shake your head once again, chirping, “nope! doesn’t ring a bell at all.” 

in a final act of desperation, he’s about to give you his name, but your manager calls for you before he can. you politely excuse yourself, shouting, “coming!” before you’re grabbing the kettle and scurrying off. 

otoya comes back within a few minutes, sitting down, before leaning back and going through his phone. he glances at karasu, who sits there for the second time today, slack jawed and staring; he can’t believe that actually just happened. otoya’s eyes trail over to where he’s looking, it’s you, taking orders and making drinks. 

“she’s cute,” he says, “think she’ll give me her number?” 

taken out of his trance, karasu grits his teeth, annoyed that that’s the first thing out of otoya’s mouth and, that yeah, you would give him your number. 

“didn’t ya just get a ton, outside?” he spits and otoya nods. “so then why’d ya need hers?” 

“because she’s a girl.” he replies and karasu sighs. 

“whatever, lets get outta here.” he signals for the check and to his dismay and slight delight, it’s you who brings it over. 

“hi,” otoya says as you set it down, taking his phone out. “can i have your number?” 

karasu rolls his eyes as you giggle out a “sure!”, but the sound gets his heart fluttering. he tries his best not to see you in his peripheral, trying to block out the way you lean down closer to otoya. as he grabs the checkbook, a slip of paper falls out and figuring it’s his copy of the check, he slips it into his pocket. he doesn’t notice the way your mouth curls up a little wider when he does that. 

when they’re finished paying, the two walk out, the bell on the door chiming, followed by your “thanks for coming!” otoya wastes no time sending you a text. “jackpot,” he says, before sending some texts to the girls he met earlier. 

karasu ignores him, opting to stick his hands in his pockets, feeling the slip of paper. he pulls it out, opening it up, trying to find something of interest, before he stops mid-step. it wasn’t his copy of the check. instead its your number, alongside a note that reads:

hehe. i know who you are, tabito karasu. you played defensive midfield. i wasn’t planning on teasing you like that, but then i would’ve had to admit you were my favorite player that match. btw, your accent is very cute.♡ 

he glances back at the cafe he was just in with a breathy laugh, scratching the back of his head. otoya tilts his head, asking, “you coming?” but karasu’s head is stuck in the clouds, broken out in full grin.

he’s completely smitten.

[lesbianloml]

Ur looking for ideas? IM STARVING anyways ur writing is amazing ily boo<3

It’s actually a post of mine but I’ll go more into detail for you

Mommy!wanda finally letting reader top and use a strap on her for once, r being so excited to fuck wanda they start at a bruising pace needing wanda to guide them and show them how to make her feel good, once r gets a hang of it the friction of the strap on them plus Wanda’s moans and praise is too good making it hard for them to stop and pushing them into subspace, which ends up overstimulating both r and wanda, imagine wanda having to calm down r, cupping their face and telling them to breathe and that they’re doing so good for her, “you’ve made mommy feel so good baby, it’s okay calm down pup” and r just whining, hiding into her neck, barely able to from words anymore just mumbling “too good, I don’t wanna stop, hurts” but they keep going until r just physically can’t move anymore and they’re both a mess by the end of it🤭

(Ive lost all my shame٫ help)

In and Out

Type of piece(s): imagine, oneshot, drabble, series

Type(s) of writing: smut, angst, fluff, dark

Pairing(s): emo!soft!dom!wanda x sub!fem!reader (I hope everyone reading this knows the difference between top/bottom and dom/sub)

Warning(s): praise kink, use of strap, overstimulation, tummy bulge

Summary: Mommy finally let's Reader be on top. (Mostly) Reader does pretty good. A little too good.

A/N: I would love to write this request! Thanks for being my first writing ask! Hope you like it! Enjoy!

"Hey, Wanda?" "Not my name, detka." Wanda responded, not looking up from her book. "Mommy?" "Yes, sweetheart?" "Can I be on top today?" You asked, sweet as can be. Wanda sat and didn't respond for a minute. "I guess that would be ok. Let's go." Wanda said, standing up and holding her hand out so you could slip yours in. As Wanda walked into the bedroom, she layed on the bed after taking her clothes off. "You know where the toys are, don't you honey?" "Yes, Mommy." You say.

You stripped as you walked to the drawer and opened it. You decided to get her back for all the times she did this to you. You picked out a very large strap with a little piece that would move in circles on your clit while you thrust. Then, you pulled out a blindfold. Just in case. You walk over to her and she sees the strap. Her eyes widen a bit but she doesn't say anything. She wants you to feel like you're in control, even if its only for one night. You put the harness on and groan as you feel a little pressure on your clit. It was tight enough that it squeezed and put pressure on your clit every time you moved. You didn't want to know how it would feel when your start to thrust.

You straddle her waist, gasping a bit as it rubs at your clit. You sit there for a moment staring at her pretty pussy thinking about how you've never done this before and you don't know how to please her. "Malyshka?" "Yes, Mommy?" "Do you need help?" "Yes please." "So you go like this." She said, pulling you to straddle her lap. You lifted your hips up and started to sink down, moaning as the toy rubbed and squeezed your clit. As you got a little more than halfway, you saw a bulge appear in Wanda's stomach. Wanda was groaning as she saw the bulge. As you kept going down, she began to whimper. You had never seen Wanda like this. Whimpering. She usually looked so composed.

You continued bouncing and as Wanda was moaning and praising you as she came for the second time, you also came. But as you came, moaning loudly, you drifted into subspace. But you just kept thrusting in and out, in and out. You had no thoughts in your head at all, just the pleasure you felt. Wanda and you had both came 6 times before Wanda cupped your face. "Sh sh sh. You've made Mommy feel so good pup! You did so good. Just breathe. Take a breath." But you just buried your head in her shoulder, whining and whimpering as you continued to circle your hips, thrusting in and out. "So good. Don't wanna stop. Hurts! Hurts so good." You whimpered into her ear.

Wanda just didn't have the heart to stop you. You and Wanda both came twice more before you physically couldn't move anymore. You looked down at Wanda. She was panting, moaning, covered in a sheet of sweat and looked like an absolute wreck. Little did you know, you mirrored her looks. As you and Wanda limped over to take a shower together, Wanda stared at you, amazed. Without even meaning to, you had ruined both yourself and her.

Thanks for reading! Keep those requests flowing!

[unanswered-stars]

Thank you so much for tagging me @jules-writes-stories @highlordofkrypton @achaotichuman

1. How many works do you have on AO3? I'm a but a wee babe in the ao3 world so just 7 but I have several WIP's that are on pause currently. I had originally had a fic planned for each day of Eris week but haven't been able to write in awhile so might be some time before those are published but once I start posting again you can expect Eris chaos to reign.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 36,487 I struggle to write long chapters and most of my works end up being around 2,500.

3. What fandoms do you write for? A Court of Thorns and Roses

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Shadows of Regret and Redemption| Azris - My first published work. A oneshot that grew legs and started to run. I am not completely happy with it thus far but I have the end plotted and I'm excited to eventually bring that to life.

Daughter of Autumn | Azris - Now this one absolutely shocked me with its popularity. Started as a fun little drabble for Gwyn Week 2024 and of course turned into Azris central.

The Beginning and End of Friendship | Azris - So many people screaming in the comments at me on this one. More screaming to come when I post part two I’m sure.

Two Souls Entangled| Azris - A tiny part of my soul via a short poem for Azris Week 2024.

Heaven Help the Fool Who Falls In Love: The End | Azris - This is the first piece I wrote for fanfiction and it is my precious baby. Only one chapter posted but I have several in need of editing before I publish the remainder. It's very heavy and I haven't had the mental space to read through it again.

5. Do you respond to comments? Every single one! They bring me so much joy. I have currently stayed away from my comment section for my own mental health but when I start posting again I will get back to everyone's comments, promise.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? All of my works are fairly heavy on the angst. TBaEoF comes to mind but I think for published works I’ll go with The Ending of Darkness which is a short little piece about @jules-writes-stories OC Mithras x Sylvan which I have a part 2 almost completed which is equally as angsty (sorry). Unpublished works definitely The Burning of Leaves and The Death of Shadows which are two fics I had planned for Eris week but are currently on pause (poor Eris I was really putting him through the wringer for Eris Week).

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Daughter of Autumn. Mostly because Cassian has the closing line and he just always says the darndest things.

8. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I have not, nor do I plan on it. Please don’t hate me 😅 Just not my writing jam. I love finding unique ways to explore a relationship and conveying those same emotions and feelings without the smut. That being said some of my favourite stories and authors use smut as such a wonderful exploratory storytelling device and it is delightful. I love reading others contributions to the smutsphere. So so many talented writers out there giving us all our smuttiest dreams. I truly do not think that my smut contribution is even necessary when you have things like To Become a Vanssera by @acourtofladydeath and Why Not Me by @thomasisaslut both absolutely rife with smut and use it beautifully to convey their story (albiet in very different ways).

9. Do you write crossovers? Not yet, and probably not ever because I can hardly keep up with writing ideas I have for one fandom.

10. Have you ever had a fic translated? No.

11. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, but it sounds delightful.

12. What is your all-time favorite ship? Azris most definitely for writing. I definitely have a big soft spot for Samwise and Rosie from LOTR (my husband is Samwise reincarnated and I am irrevocably in love with him). I have a WIP for Thesan and his lover and that dynamic and storyline has been so incredibly fun to explore as well.

13. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I started writing a Tarquin UTM oneshot that is incomplete and while I am still in love with the story I really struggled with writing the voice of Tarquin. This one will only ever get finished if I can finally figure out the right tone for this man’s internal dialogues.

14. What are your writing strengths? I have been told my writing reads like poetry which is one of the biggest compliments you could ever give me. I also love writing parallels but there’s definitely a lot of room for improvement there.

15. What are your writing weaknesses?  Editing haha. But actually, I find that my characters voices don’t feel very distinct and that there is a lot of overlap in the way they speak and think and it can be hard to distinguish who’s talking/thinking. I feel like my characters resemble a cookie cutter suburban neighborhood where the walls and trim might be a different colour but they’re all built exactly the same. If anyone has some tips please feel free to comment or message me!

16. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I absolutely love reading it but unfortunately the only other language I know isn’t really a language at all. Pidgin, which is basically just native slang. I was playing around with it in my Tarquin fic a bit but seemed a tad too niche.

17. First fandom you wrote for? LOTR in middle school. I have a printed multi chapter booklet that is a rewrite of Sam and Frodo’s journey through Mordor that I made for my English class one year.

18. Favorite fic you’ve written? My favourite multi chapter by another author is undoubtedly A Court of Shadows and Ashes by @futurehunt Mother Save Us From Your Twisted fate by @chunkypossum which got a stunning part 2 for Eris Week this year! My favorite of my own published works is either HHtFWFiL:TE or The Ending of Darkness. Of my unpublished works honesty The Burning of Leave or The Death of Shadows are both strong contenders. For non Azris I have a Beron fic WIP for @sjmvillainweek day 1 that will probably get prioritized over the other two.

No pressure tags (and sorry if you've already been tagged): @the-darkestminds @born-to-riot @chairofchaos @thomasisaslut @chunkypossum @acourtofladydeath @shadowsandlint

[jebewonmorelike]

So You Can Do Yours

part two up now: whatever you say, president-nim wc: 2k pronouns: none used; n/a warnings: none? i guess reader is not on good terms with father but to be fair their father is a chairman of a company so he probably is objectively not great; literally fluff and mostly platonic/you're his boss so but suggestion that wookie has a crush on reader at the end... and reader is supposed to be 19; super unrealistic but just a fun little fictional concept lol summary: uselessCEO!reader has fired every new assistant they've had in the past few months, but newassistant!gunwook thinks he might be the right man for the job. ~masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ this is a cute one :) gunwook is baby. gunwook is son. protect him at all costs. i've been wanting to write more for gunwookie for a while, but i was super hesitant to because i got a really freakish comment about the only small drabble i wrote for him. so five months later i'm ready to try again. please remember this is just a work of fiction and its crazy fluffy. i really hope you like it! also expect more writing from me this month-- i'm taking the rest of summer off from school so. i'll need to stay busy 😤

“President-nim?” A voice calling through the intercom on your desk breaks your concentration. You huff annoyedly as you lean forward and press the microphone button.

“What is it?”

“Your new assistant is here to meet you,” Secretary Lee responds cautiously. You groan; quickly shoving what you had been working on into the hidden compartment of your desk. Not another assistant.

Every Monday for two months now, a new bright-eyed young woman had walked through the doors of your office ready to kick-start her career as a company president's trusty assistant. And sure enough, by that Friday afternoon every single one of them had run out in tears; unable to handle the pressures of the job. Was that pressure almost entirely due to the fact that you had no idea how to do your own job? Unimportant, but--

“Annyeonghaseyo, President-nim!” A male voice shakes you from your internal monologue as you look up to find that a young man in a 90 degree bow has appeared in front of you. He looks up at you, his gaze drifting to your right hand. 

You follow his line of sight to find a watercolor brush still in your hand-- dripping a bit onto your desk. Lifting up your desk compartment slightly, you toss the brush in with the others. You clear your throat a bit awkwardly-- smoothing down the lapels of your suit jacket with your fingers. “Annyeonghaseyo,” you mumble.

“I’m your new assistant, Park Gunwook,” he introduces politely, standing up straight. It’s now that you suddenly realize just how young this man appears to be. His face is round with youth and his lips resemble that of a baby chick. “I hope to serve you well.”

“When? After you get out of school each day?” You joke, brow furrowed in suspicion. “How did you get this job, huh? You look like you’re late for hagwon.”

Gunwook’s brow stays raised for a moment, but a surprisingly cheeky smile eventually creeps onto his face. “Couldn’t I ask you the same, President-nim?”

You exhale an unamused laugh. Guess this one thinks he’s clever. “I graduated two and a half years early.”

“That must look impressive on a resume,” he agrees genuinely with a nod. “Your father being the Chairman of the Board also must look pretty impressive on a resume.”

Stunned by this kid’s audacity, you just stare back at him.

“Nothing to be ashamed of President-nim,” he reassures, clasping his hands together behind his back. “I happen to know someone that works here, too.”

Figures. “And which one of those geriatric, good-for-nothing money bags on the Board is your daddy?”

“None of them,” Gunwook says with a smile. “Secretary Lee is my eomma. Might seem small, but a connection’s a connection.”

Secretary Lee hired her own son? After the way she’d watched all of the sobbing girls run out of the building screaming ‘I’M NEVER WORKING EVER AGAIN’’ each week?

What terrible thing had Park Gunwook done to be handed such a fate by his own mother?

You stand up from your desk and meet Gunwook at the front of it. Walking in a tight circle around him, you examine every inch of him curiously as he stands at attention.

“Um, President-nim?” He asks without moving a muscle. “Can I ask what you’re doing?”

“Absolutely not,” you answer, bending down to look at his dress shoes. They’re more than a few years old and definitely not a designer brand, but somehow... they’re condition is nearly immaculate. Not to mention, the black, thin laces are tied in perfectly symmetrical bows. Huh. It’s pretty uncommon for a boy your age to care that much about the tidiness of his shoes.

“Weirdo,” you mutter under your breath as you stand back up. You have to crane your neck a bit to look Gunwook in the eyes; not only is he quite tall, you also realized you’re standing a bit too close to him. Stepping back slightly, you take a seat on your desk-- crossing your arms as you glare at him.

“Something not to your liking, President-nim?” He asks, eyebrows raised in question. 

You don’t answer. Instead, you ask a question of your own. “What makes you think you have what it takes to be my assistant?”

“I’ve been President of my class since middle school. I’ve placed in national debate competitions. I’m organized, responsible, and competent,” he responds confidently. But a little mischievous sparkle appears in his eye as he adds, “From what I’ve heard, those are qualities the President's office might need more of.”

“YA! Do you want to die, you little--...” As you threaten him, Gunwook has already gone back to his default polite smiling. “What’s wrong with you, huh? Don’t you know I can blacklist you for life with one phone call? Tell me why I shouldn’t--.”

“President-nim!” Gunwook interrupts your thought excitedly; pointing to a stack of papers sitting on the corner of your desk. “Are those spreadsheets that need executive review? I’m experienced in Excel if you're... too busy for them.”

You frown, picking up the papers in your hand and sifting through them. They are spreadsheets that need executive review. You’ve been putting it off for a week, because, believe it or not, you didn’t get a very spreadsheet-centric education at the fine arts university you attended. To think, you could be painting in your own studio all day every day. But instead your father wanted you to do something “sensible” and “respectable” that “made you worthy of receiving his estate some day”.

Not that you cared much about an inheritance. But at this point it was the least you were owed for sacrificing your life’s passion to goof off in an office for the rest of your life. It wasn’t like you particularly enjoyed being unhelpful or unproductive, but at just shy of twenty years old with a BA in Fine Arts... you hadn’t exactly been well-prepared for such an important job.

You look back up at Gunwook. He’s practically salivating at the mouth to get his hands on your routine paperwork. You hand him the stack of spreadsheets with a sigh: “Knock yourself out.”

Gunwook’s concerningly large hand snatches the papers from yours with lightning speed; hugging them to his chest happily. “Thank you, President-nim! I won’t let you down.”

You’re almost starting to believe him. 

“Right,” you agree, chewing your cheek as you walk back behind your desk. “Well, you get to work on those and have them back to me by... Uh...”

You’re struggling to think of a reasonable time frame for the spreadsheet reviews to be completed, since you’d never once been the one to finish them. Gunwook sees this and answers for you, “Tomorrow at noon, I think you were going to say, President-nim?”

“Tomorrow at noon,” you echo with a frown. You’re not sure you like how familiar this kid was becoming with you already, but at least he’d been far more eager to do your executive work for you than anyone had been thus far. You’d know by tomorrow at noon if he was truly capable or not.

“And where should I put them for you if you’re not in your office, President-nim?” He asks thoughtfully.

“Oh, um,” you stumble, looking around for a good spot. You land on the thin drawer at the center of your desk and point to it. “In here is fine.”

Gunwook quickly walks behind your desk to see the drawer, stopping at a respectful distance. He reaches towards the drawer, but when you realize his fingers are pulling the wrong handle-- the top of your desk is already lifting open before you can stop him.

“Whoah,” the boy whispers in awe as he stares at the giant watercolor landscape painting you’d been working on for the last week or so. You both stand in silence for a moment as you watch Gunwook take in every detail of your latest work. “This is incredible.”

“Thank you,” you reply softly-- folding your arms across your chest uncomfortably at the compliment. No one had seen your artwork for a while now; even mentioning it in your father’s presence sent him into a spiral.

“If you’re this talented, then why--... Why are you the president of a tech corporation?” He asks, eyes meeting yours now. He’s curious and concerned and confused. When he realizes he forgot to speak formally, he bows in apology. “I’m sorry, President-nim.”

“Sometimes a 'connection' isn’t what you wanted,” you say after a moment, sitting back down in your desk chair.

Gunwook swallows from beside you, taking a few steps back to the front of your desk. “I’ll help as best as I can, President-nim. I’ll do my work so that you can do yours.”

You blink back at him, a bit speechless. “O-... Okay.”

He bows, another 90 degree one. “Should I get started on these then, President-nim?”

“Yeah,” you agree, nodding slowly. “Yes. That would be good.”

Gunwook nods. “Thank you, President-nim,” he says, turning and walking towards the door.

“Gunwook-sshi,” you call suddenly, causing the young man to let go of the door handle in his hand and turn around. His eyes are wide as he waits patiently for you to continue. “Why did you apply for this job? Besides the fact that your mother works here.”

The boy smiles, answering simply, “I thought I would be a good fit.”

You exhale a laugh, rolling your eyes. “We’ll see.”

Gunwook’s smile turns to a grin as he nods again-- walking out the door and closing it behind him.

~

The end of the work day comes surprisingly quickly (and it may or may not have something to do with Gunwook). 

Okay, it has everything to do with Gunwook. 

To your very pleasant surprise, the teenage boy had been your best assistant yet by a considerable margin. All in the span of six hours, he’d color-coded your weekly schedule, ghostwritten five urgent emails to executives from partner companies, brought you your lunch order exactly how you prefer it, and reorganized your entire desk for you all while you painted next to him.

He didn’t ask you any unnecessary questions or disturb your peace; he just did his work so that you could do yours. Just like he said he would.

The end of the day came so quickly that when Gunwook knocked on your door to ask you if you were heading out for the day, you thought he was making one of his insulting-but-somehow-also-charming remarks about your lack of presidential work ethic again. But glancing at the clock, you see that he’s right-- it’s almost 7 P.M.

“I’m actually gonna keep working for a little while longer,” you respond before you catch Gunwook’s eyebrows raise. “You can go home now though. You have to be well-rested for another day of high school tomorrow.”

He sticks his tongue in his cheek and smiles at the joke. “I actually go to university now, President-nim. Part-time, but still.”

You find yourself trying to picture what Gunwook would look like on a campus: a grey hoodie, jeans, and his hair flopping into his eyes. In another life, one where you had a different father, maybe you’d still be going to university, too. Maybe you would've run into Gunwook and been his sunbae instead of the Guinness World Records holder for youngest president of a national corporation. Would you have noticed each other? Would you have been friends? Rivals? Something else?

Returning his smile, you dismiss, “Have a good night, Gunwook-sshi.”

“Have a good night, President-nim.”

You work on your painting for another hour before finally gathering your things and heading out the door for the night. On your way out, you see Secretary Lee typing away at her desk. When she spots you, she grimaces nervously.

“Oh, President-nim,” she greets as you walk over to her. “I hope you’re not too upset, but I thought that my son could--.”

“Could be the best assistant I’ve ever had?” You finish for her; watching as her face relaxes at your compliment. “You were right. And you better keep up the good work, Secretary Lee: Gunwook-sshi would make a great secretary.”

Secretary Lee swallows and nods at the hint of a threat. “Understood, President-nim.”

You smile, starting to head toward the exit before your curiosity stops you in your tracks. You turn over your shoulder to call, “Secretary-nim?”

She looks at you expectantly; if not also a bit nervously.

“Why did Gunwook-sshi want to be my assistant?”

She considers for a moment before replying, “After your... poor luck... with assistants these past few months, I couldn’t help but think my son had what it takes to change that. He’s always been such an overachiever. But he wasn’t really interested at all at first."

“Why did he change his mind?” You ask; wanting to understand a bit more about the incredibly competent, but slightly odd assistant that showed up at your office today.

Secretary Lee laughs quietly. “Well, to be honest... He only handed me his completed application after...

... I showed him a picture of you.”

[bonny-kookoo]

hi bonny!! i reread lacrymaria olor and was wondering if (esp after the most recent update w the bird) i could request for a drabble where she kind of just asks him why he’s so into her. i know that namjoon already explained why but esp after the bird i’d think to myself like wow- i’m so small and weak and fragile in a world that truly values strength and capability.

but if you don’t have inspo for this pls dont worry or mind this!! hope you have a great day and i lov lov lov ur stories 🥰🥰🤍

"Jungkook?" You wonder, as he walks back to where you sit, large and heavy looking sword in his hand before he points the tip to the ground, resting it there for a moment as he takes a deep breath. He's been taking you to see his training more often than not these days- maybe to show off, who knows.

After all, he did say he'd court you. Prove his capability.

"What is it?" He responds, drinking from the metal cup filled with water.

"Why do.. you want to court me?" You ask. "Like, considering how.. it works here on your planet, why would you be.. interested in me?" You wonder. "I'm weak, and fragile."

"You're definitely physically not impressive." He agrees, nodding as he sets the cup down. "But emotionally, and spiritually- you're more than capable of challenging the most powerful of my kind." He chuckles.

He can see you don't believe him.

"You've got a strong sense of survival." He explains. "Very sharp instincts for a human. A good sense of righteousness. And most of all-" He starts, before his hands leave the handle of his large sword, the heavy metal object almost falling to the ground, even as you reach out to prevent that.

His fingers are helping to hold it up, and even so you struggle to carry the weight. He chuckles.

"-Even if you're aware your actions might be futile-" he purrs, fingers leaving the handle to let you struggle for a moment, though you successfully keep the sword from hitting the ground, even though your arms are trembling. "-You still try, and defy expectations again and again." He smiles amused, finally taking the burden of his weapon away from you again. "That, my love, is strength as well. It is balance that I seek, and balance is what you can give me."

"Balance?" You mumble, rubbing your sore arms.

"I lack in the aspects that you exceed in." He explains, easily placing the sword into it's designated spot on the wall close by. "I tend to act too fast, and sometimes out of blind impulse. But my physical strength can only protect me and my kingdom from so much." He says.

"So you.. need me to be a better king?" You ask, and he chuckles.

"Its a.. fortunate side effect, I'd say." He smirks. "I mostly just want you for myself, as a mate and companion- everything else is simply an added bonus." He tells you.

"But I- you say that as if I've already done something for you other than blindly hiding under your care." You say almost disappointed.

"First of all, it is a very intelligent choice to do as you are, in your position. I will ensure your safety- without me, you're nothing but prey, and I know you know that too." He says, sitting down on the wooden bench where he pulls you to sit on his thigh. "But besides that, you have already begun to impact my behavior. I would have surely pulled the messengers spine out his throat yesterday just for saying the things he did, if it had not been for you being there."

"I... but you said, you have to.. you know, make a point. Like, intimidate the other kings so they don't attack you?" You say.

"That I do." He nods. "And, I don't know if you've forgotten, but I still kicked in his legs to make a statement." He chuckles, amused at the memory. "But letting him live to tell the tale himself had been a better option than blind murder. I'm starting to calculate my actions a lot more since you're at my side." He explains.

"Are you.. not worried I might just say I love you just so I can.. you know, keep being protected?" You ask, and he leans in at that.. licking at your neck?!

"I do not doubt your growing infatuation with me.." he purrs against your throat, hands holding you steady. "I can see the honesty in the way you look at me from time to time, and feel the tenderness in your touch whenever we're close." He offers, nose running under the edge of your jaw. ".. and I can smell your lust every now and then, too." He exposes, chuckling against your neck. "...just like right now."

Your legs squeeze shut at that, and he laughs openly, kissing your cheek before he stands up with you.

"Dont worry, my love." He chuckles, taking your hand in his as he leads you down the halls. "I will wait for you to come to me to satiate that growing hunger one day. And I'm a patient man." He tells you, making you shyly nod, walking next to him.

Because that's all you can do, as you realize he's right with everything. Not only the part about your growing lust-

But your growing love as well.

You're falling for him.

[rc-writes]

Hello!!!

I just read your Ethan Morgan Drabble and it was so freaking adorable. It’s so nice to see people writing for MBV as I love that show so much.

I was wondering if I can request an idea? I don’t know if you write this type of stuff but if you do then can you please write some fluffy Dad!Ethan Morgan or Dad!Benny Weir scenario (i dont know why but they both give goofy sad vibes if they were parents)

If you don’t write that sort of thing that can you write Ethan Morgan x reader, where he has to take care of his sick significant other

Thank you again!!!

𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤

𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨 | 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢

pairings: ethan morgan x reader

warnings: nothing besides the reader being sick i believe

a/n: i'm glad you loved my other ethan fic! and i agree that's its so cool to see people still writing for this show. our fandom may be small but it lives on lol. and i decided to go with the sick reader request (wasn't sure if you wanted it to be hcs or an imagine so i just went with hcs because i've been wanting to write more of those) but completely agree see either of the two with kids would be both incredibly cute/funny! anyways, i hope you like the hcs!!

ethan had texted you earlier that day asking if you wanted to go see the newest zombie movie 

which on any other day you would’ve jumped at the chance to spend the entire day with your boyfriend

but today you woke up feeling like you were the zombie

but you decided against telling ethan that in fear of him going overboard

you loved that he cared but sometimes he was a but much

last time you were sick he convinced himself you must have been cursed by the monster of the week

so you opted to just tell him that you were just a bit too tired to go anywhere

which wasn’t technically a lie

you did just sleep past noon and hadn’t gotten out of bed yet

ethan was a kinda disappointed that you didn’t want to go be he understood wanting to do nothing

saving the world would take a toll on anyone

when ethan replied that he understood you’re worry of making him worry went away

unbeknownst he did still worry

you didn’t even realize in your dazed state that you responded rather deadpan-y

usually you’d crack a joke about how tiring saving the world was, or something along those lines

not just “sorry i’m just a bit too tired today :(“

ethan immediately got a feeling that there was more to the story, so he planned to go to your house and seeing you in person

curse him and his caring nature

the jig was up the moment you opened the door wearing a haphazardly thrown on robe, hair a mess, and bags under your eyes

“ethan, what are you doing here?” 

sneeze #1

“i came to see if you were alright, which you don’t seem to be”

“don’t be silly i am-” sneeze #2 “alright”

he did not believe you for a second

even if he did the multiple sneezes gave it away

let caretaker ethan mode begin

don’t even think about getting off the couch any time soon

he will insist of getting anything and everything for you

want to change the channel? he will get up and get it for you even if you’re closer

getting kinda cold?

immediately throws the biggest blanket he can find on you

need a snack?

don’t worry he spread out a million different things he found in your cabinets the moment he set foot in your house

which at first he tried to find only healthy types of snacks but your sad pleading eyes convinced him to just grab everything

“you can’t eat only oreos all day”

“but they make me feel better” *sad eyes intensify*

“okay fine”

will make it his duty to find every tissue box in the vicinity and stack them up within arms reach

“i don’t think i’ll need that many”

“it’s just in case”

besides the many snacks laid out be prepared to be eating many bowls of soap

i don’t think ethan knows how to properly cook so it's mostly likely from a can

not that you’re complaining, the hot soap makes your throat not feel as scratchy

he’d probably call up benny at least once

“what’s up dude!?”

“is your grandma home?”

“you want to talk to grandma??”

as much of a good friend benny is he isn’t exactly the best at spells or potion making

so he was hoping grandma weir could stir something up that could make you feel better

and grandma weir loved you so of course she does

best she can do on such short notice is make a little home remedy that clears your nasal cavity for a few hours

you take it as if she offered you gold

“i can breathe again!”

“why didn’t you tell me you couldn’t before!?”

“i was just exaggerating a bit e”

“oh” you tell him that he worries too much

but you mean the world to him, how could he not worry?

you two would spend the rest of the day binge watching random movies

eventually you’d fall asleep on ethan’s shoulder

he’s a bit upset that you fell asleep during his favorite part of the movie

but he’s more than happy to see you finally sleeping peacefully

he falls asleep not much later

thankfully for you both you woke up the next morning feeling much better

and you about to cheer for joy when ethan suddenly starts sneezing

guess it’s his turn to be sick

oops

[haleyhunwritess]

Hiya!! Could you write something soft with bestfriend!bucky x reader🤍🤍

🤍 drabble with soft best friend!bucky comforting reader

a/n: okay I'm not even gonna lie, this is kinda bad and long for no reason lol, its mostly me just projecting the shit i'm going through right now but i hope you still enjoy it lol

𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐲’𝐬 𝟏𝐤 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Angel, can I come in?” Bucky tried knocking on your door again.

“P-please just go away…” You mumbled quietly, though Bucky still heard you. He could also hear the muffled sounds of crying coming from your room.

“I just wanna make sure you’re okay, doll. Can I please just come in for a moment?” Bucky knocked on your door once again. Just a few minutes ago you were laughing with him in the kitchen as he was telling you stories from when he was younger. The laughter quickly stopped after you received a notification from the guy you had been seeing for the past month. Bucky didn’t get to read the text but judging from the look on your face, it wasn’t good.

“Not o-okay…just go away please! Just wanna be alone…won’t get hurt if I alone…” You shoved your face back against the pillow, starting to cry loudly again.

Hearing you cry like that, Bucky couldn’t wait. He knew the door was unlocked but he didn’t wanna come in unless you gave him permission to. But screw getting permission right now, especially with how hard you were crying. Walking in, he noticed you were huddled up under a bunch of blankets on your bed.

“Doll? Are you hiding under all these blankets?”Bucky slowly lifted the blankets of you, his heart clenching at the sight of your tear-stained face.

“Don’t wanna talk, please leave…” You mumbled, trying to pull the blankets back over your head.

Bucky was quick to stop you however, and forced you to sit up, “That’s alright, you don’t have to talk. All I wanna do is make sure you’re okay, and then I’ll leave, I promise.”

“I’m fine, just go…” You muttered, crossing your arms.

“Please don’t lie to me, angel. What’s wrong?” Bucky sighed, sitting down on the bed infront of you.

“I…Everything h-hurts…” You said quietly, looking down at the blankets as the tears found their way back to your face.

“What hurts, love? Did you hurt yourself?” Bucky looked at you, looking for any injuries. He knew you weren’t physically injured but he still wanted to make sure.

“No I meant like on the inside, it feels like everything hurts, like my heart hurts…”

Bucky nodded before responding, “Did someone say something to you? Or do something?”

“Just sick of being everyone’s second option. Always stringing me along and using me until someone better replaces me. I’m sick of it…” You confessed as you turned your head to look away from Bucky, feeling embarrassed about the situation you were in, once again.

“Oh sweetheart, I’m so sorry,” Bucky sighed, “You don’t deserve to be treated this way, I’m sorry.”

“Whatever, ‘S fine I’m used to it,” You shrugged, trying to wipe your tears away quickly.

“That doesn’t mean it’s okay though. You don’t deserve to be someone’s second option, you deserve so much more. You deserve to be treated with love and respect.” Bucky replied, taking your hand in his and rubbing it gently.

“I-I hate that they always try to hide it too…every time, after a while, they’ll start to become a bit distant, and that’s how I know they’re gonna leave soon. They’ll deny it and say I’m just being insecure but sure enough, each time it’s the same thing. Each time they’ll be talking to some other girl behind my back, and then later on they’ll ghost me instead of telling me anything.” You continued, “I’m just so sick of the lies, if you’re gonna use me like that then at least be fucking honest about it. Stop lying and telling me I’m picturing things and how you only want me. Just tell me the truth.”

Once the words left your mouth, it was like you couldn’t stop. You just continued telling him how hurt you were and how often things like this would happen to you. You looked back at him, and almost cringed at the pity look on his face.

Bucky was quiet for a moment, just trying to think of the right words. However, he really didn’t know what to say after your little confession, “I don’t know what to say, doll…I just- I’m so sorry you’re going through this. You deserve so much better. It’s okay to want them to tell you the truth, especially if you’ve been hurt like this before. You’re allowed to be scared, and if they’re really worth it they wouldn’t just call you insecure and lie to you. They would tell you your feelings are valid and reassure you instead, and they certainly wouldn’t lie to you,”

You nearly scoffed at him as he said all those sweet words. You’d heard them before from nearly all your friends, but it was getting harder to believe them. Especially when others around never seemed to have these issues.

“I know you may not believe me right now, and that’s okay. You don’t need to worry about any of that right now. Only thing you need to focus on right now is forgetting about that idiot. How about we go get some food and then come home and watch movies all day, yeah?” Bucky kissed the top of your head, pulling you in closer to hug you. You nodded, smiling a bit at his words. He always knew what to say.

And he was right, you didn’t need to worry about that right now. All you have to do now is forget about that idiot. You couldn’t help but start crying again though, feeling that anxiety creep its way back in.

“It’s all gonna be okay, love, I promise.” Bucky held you in arms, letting you cry on his shoulder.

[riddle-me-ri]

Eep! Hi!! ^^ Your writing is so so sweet <3, and I hope it’s alright if I request for the event again :]

I’d love to see a first date drabble with Ratter!! 🥺

Hope you’re having a good day/night time :>

-🐭💤

A/N: aww thank you 💚 and of course you can request again sweet dormy anon! And omg such a cute prompt too, Ratter deserves more love and I'm more than happy to deliver!

Word Count: 557

TNBA Mad Hatter - First Date Night

"Just where are you taking me, Jervis?" You asked in between unsure giggles. 

Jervis chuckled. "In due time, darling! I want this reveal to be surprising!" 

Jervis appeared ecstatic on the outside, which he was, but he was also a bundle of nerves on the inside. 

He spent days working on this little dinner date for you and now that it's happening. He was hoping nothing could go wrong now. To disappoint you and make you leave him.

He just found you. He couldn't dare to lose you now. 

"Ah, here we are." Jervis stopped and stood in front of you. 

You took off your blindfold and gasped. 

There before you was a round table for two just in front of a tree in the middle of an open park. 

"Oh, oh Jervis…you…you did all this?" You slowly approached the table. Observing and taking in all the linens, the delicacies, and the utensils. 

You looked up and noticed the fairy lights wrapped around the tree and its spiraling branches. 

"D-Do you like it?" Jervis asked. He clenched the rim of his hat as he held it behind his back. Anxiously, he rocked on the heels of his feet, waiting for your response. 

"I-I love it! No one…no one has ever done something like this for me before…I-I'm speechless." 

Jervis stopped his rocking when he heard that. His heart sank at the idea of anyone giving you anything less than you deserved. 

He promptly put on his top hat, deciding that it was up to him to show you how special you are. 

Jervis walked around the table and pulled out one of the chairs, he held his hand out, gesturing to you to take a seat. 

You smiled sweetly. "Thank you." 

"My pleasure." 

When you took your seat, you put your hand on Jervis' shoulder to keep him by your side for a moment. 

You leaned in and gave Jervis a small peck on the cheek. 

"This truly is amazing, Jervis…thank you so much." 

He gulped, trying everything he can to mentally cool off the heated blush rising to his cheeks. 

"I'm glad you like it." He responded before going to take his seat. 

As you two began eating dinner, you two made idle chatter. Jervis mostly inquired about your life. He could never learn enough about you. 

"And what about you, Jervis? What have you been up to?" 

Jervis paused. He wasn't sure how to answer. How do you tell someone that no matter what you do, you are always distracted by thoughts of them? 

"Erm, I well…I've been doing some research on the side. However, it tends to subside." 

"Oh? Any reason why?" 

He gulped. "N-none in particular. Just getting distracted by someone I'm far more attracted." His eyes widened and he slapped his hand over his mouth. 

It didn't take long for you to pick up where he was getting at. 

You smiled at him reassuringly. "I've been thinking a lot about you too, Jervis. I've been waiting for this night for a long time." 

Jervis picked his head up, allowing his hand to drop from his mouth. "Really?" 

You nodded. "Really, really." 

Jervis found himself instantly relieved. The feeling was mutual. He couldn't have heard more thrilling news. 

This was turning out to be the most wonderful night Jervis could have ever imagined.  

[conundrumoftime]

Twenty questions for fic writers

From a few people!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

At the moment 59 under my name, plus a couple of anonymous ones for fic exchanges that haven’t hit the author reveal date yet.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

345,058

3. What fandoms do you write for?

At the moment: Rings of Power, Silmarillion and LOTR. My other big fandom is Babylon 5, although my much-loved WIP for that one is currently on hiatus.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I don’t think these are my top 5 fics by a metric I care about given my love for small fandoms and obscure niche content alongside the Haladriel juggernaut stuff, but with that in mind:

- Shadow-Bride, my big Haladriel WIP, my baby, my love, my precious;

- A man is a god in ruins, my first multi-chapter Haladriel, which started life as a short ficlet to be the ‘+1’ of a 5 Things fic and took on something of a life of its own;

- Silver Queen, my first half-Maia Celebrian story - really I just wanted to give her enough half-Maia powers to blast ambushing orcs down a mountain;

- Five times Halbrand’s secret got revealed, my second (I think?) fic for Rings of Power. One of the scenarios turned into Shadow-Bride, and the +1 scenario in which Galadriel doesn’t learn his secret (well… arguably…) is ‘A man is a god in ruins’.

- Lady of the Seas, second part of a Haladriel two-parter; Haladriel smut with Sauron doing a lot of thinking about Ossë and Uinen.

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

I try to! I got behind at one point and had to declare temporary amnesty. I am so grateful for almost all (see answer to q8) the comments I get, and I love responding to either discuss things or just say ‘thank you’. I never manage to find time to do it as soon as I would like.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

This would probably be one of my Babylon 5 ones - either ‘A spirit haunts the year’s last hours’, an AU drabble where the Minbari took Valen prisoner and now Delenn has her own pet god figure; or ‘MIssing’, about Delenn searching for Lennier after s5 and not finding him.

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

‘Tar-Mairon of the Shire’, a Rings of Power AU where the Harfoots really did find Sauron. Does what it says on the tin. My summary for this one is ‘Hobbits make everything better, including Dark Lords’ and I stand by that.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Yes! A ridiculous amount! I have had multiple comments inviting me to harm myself in various graphic ways over making the wrong fictional characters kiss. I get the most hate for writing Celeborn in a way the haters have decided is mean to him (?? he’s fine!) and particularly on my G-rated baby ficlets. Who can even fathom this, honestly.

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

I do, and mostly the ‘overly wordy’ kind.

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

I was going to say yes but apparently nothing I have on AO3 is a crossover and I can’t remember what I’ve written in my pre-AO3 days. So: yes I think so! once! But alas, can’t remember what.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not the whole fic in a copy/paste sense, but: yes. I won’t lie, it was pretty weird and unpleasant to discover, but once I’d got over the initial “?!” reaction I saw it a little differently - that kind of plagiarism was obviously coming from an author who was insecure in their own abilities, was deeply jealous of mine, and who ultimately was missing out on much of the actual fun of writing. What’s even the point of fanfic if you aren’t coming up with your own work? It’s not like we’re getting paid! How unsatisfying must it be to have readers like your work and know it’s actually someone else’s thing they’re liking anyway, right? So I ended up in a place of taking it as a compliment in the ‘imitation is the sincerest form of flattery that mediocrity can pay to greatness’ sense.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes - one of my Rings of Power fics got translated into Russian. I am very happy, and very impressed by the translator’s work.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Yes and it didn’t go well and I nearly fell out with my co-writer friend over it because we had different schedules and different takes on the story, so: never again.

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

It’s probably one I haven’t even written for: Jack and Irina in Alias. It’s got everything I love about ships! They’re enemies working for rival organisations, they’re married, they try to kill each other, they can’t quite bear to do it, they have to sort out awkward co-parenting arrangements, they plot, they dance, there are stabbing attempts… honestly, SpyParents forever.

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

I plan to finish all my WIPs! I only have three at the moment: Shadow-Bride; Set Fire to the Stars (Babylon 5 pre-series Minbari worldbuilding with Branmer, who I love); and All The Kinds of Alive You Can Be (Rings of Power Sauron/Celeborn where Sauron shapechanges into Galadriel).

16. What are your writing strengths?

Especially these days (I’m a fandom old) I like that I’m happy to try writing new things based on thinking it would be interesting and I’d like to go with it, and not being intimidated by finding the fandom too scary or writing in a different direction to popular fanon or getting a baffled “that’s… nice… I guess?” reaction from my usual readers. I love writing Rings of Power Celeborn; I love writing fics about him raising half-Maia Celebrian; I get untold fury about this from a lot of the Twitter fandom youth, but I continue to have fun :)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I have tons about my actual writing (dialogue, endings, failure to come up with titles I’m happy with) but along the lines of the above answer: I wish I was better at doing long multi-part fics, because the ones I’ve done I have had loads of fun with but I usually stick to one-shots because I don’t feel like the energy of the story will keep going long enough.

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

A few of my fics across fandoms have language as important, and specifically, different languages belonging to different people/who’s speaking and what they’re speaking in. My Silm-LOTR Galadriel/Celeborn fic ‘Softest of Tongues’ is a lot about Quenya and Sindarin, and how inadequate translation can be - one of the tags is ‘Sapir-Whorf hypothesis as a metaphor for the pain at the heart of your marriage’.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Poltergeist: the Legacy, back in the late 1990s. Fandom OLD. (I am glad none of those stories nor the forums they were written in have survived the ravages of internet time, I tell you.)

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

I have a few and the thing they all have in common is ‘I am really pleased I was able to make this thing I like work’. So:

- Tar-Mairon of the Shire (Rings of Power), for combining hope and Hobbits and History of Middle-earth, in a way that is both fluff and also genuinely sincerely written Sauron redemption;

- Civil Twilight (Rings of Power), for getting Haladriel and Galadriel/Celeborn into the same fic and for a take on Celeborn I’m really happy with;

- Softest of Tongues (LOTR and Silm), for writing Galadriel/Celeborn in a way that got the exact right language-as-symbolism and the tone of sadness and love and hope and grief that I was trying to hit;

- Deceptions (Babylon 5), for being a short fic that still captures Lennier going from protective to horrified in realising how terrifying his boss is (and also for Delenn making Neroon bow to her)

- Things That Go Bump In The Night (Ghosts), because I was not sure if I could write comedy fic for a comedy, and it turns out I could!

Tagging: @bad-surprise @stitchingatthecircuitboard @liminal-zone @myrsinemezzo @ophidion @formerlyir @hazelmaines @wyrd-syster and anyone else who wants to do it!

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20 Questions for Writers

Thanks for the tag @serenbex!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 31

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

137,690

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly Doctor Who, but also RWBY, Star Wars, and a bunch of other stuff, most recently I've been writing for Dimension 20

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Build This House Into a Home: an NCIS au where Gibbs adopts a bunch of children (genuinely don't know why this had the most)

Not Again: a crossover between Gravity Falls and Amphibia

Everything After: a RWBY fic about the fallout of volume 9, which is currently unfinished but Im working on it I swear

I Beg to Differ: Also a RWBY fic about Yang and Ruby recovering from the events of volume 9

Mates: The Doctor and Donna being best friends :)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes! Mostly! I really try to respond to all of them but sometimes I forget to and then feel weird responding three months later

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

Uhhhhh

angsiest fics as a whole is probably I Beg to Differ or Carry On, but my only one with an actual angsty ending is This Time which is a drabble about the Fifth doctor in the Caves of Androzani

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

Yes.

Jokes aside its probably either Sunrise or The Many Proposals of Nyssa and Tegan since those end with couples getting together and marriage etc.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully not yet!

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

Nope.

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

I've only written one so far! It was a crossover between Gravity Falls and Amphibia. I've had one planned for ages between ToH, GF, and Amphibia but haven't finished it.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

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

Nope, but I'd be down to try it sometime

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Don't do this to me

My favorite to write is probably Nyssa and Tegan? But I also love Bumbleby. And Imodna. And Beauyasha. and so many others. Dont make me pick

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

I live in a world of clownery where I fully intended to finish all wips eventually (ignore the fact that some haven't been updated in literal years)(I'm working on them I swear)

16. What are your writing strengths?

I feel like I'm pretty good at characterization and voice. I've also gotten a lot better at description and image recently

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

action scenes can and will kill me. also I don't know why I write romance so much seeing as I have literally never dated anyone. Also I tend to struggle with longer projects, although I'm much better at it than I used to be.

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

Its fine but I prefer to be familiar with the language before writing it. And seeing as other than English I only know Latin, ancient greek, and ASL it doesn't come up often when writing fic

19. First fandom you wrote for?

...I plead the fifth

(It was ncis. on ff.net. like four years ago.)

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

ohhhhhh that's hard. I love The Many Proposals of Nyssa and Tegan, both because of the fic itself and also because it introduced me to some lovely fandom friends. Everything After is one I am particularly proud of, as is Raising Our Glass, I don't know if I could pick one

Tagging @social-mockingbird @writing-my-mind-ink and anyone else who wants to join :)

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Thank you for the tag @snarky-magpie <333

1. How many works do you have on A03? 14 published, 1 hidden.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 315,642

3. What fandoms do you write for? harry potter (mostly marauders and back in the day on ff.de also next gen, tho there is a golden era one happening atm), les miserables, and i used to write a handful of doctor who drabbles

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? 1. Operation Walburga's Arbitrary No Kissing Ever Rule 2. blindspot 3. All My Theory Complete 4. Borrow My Name 5. If you ask nicely

5. Do you respond to comments? Usually yes, though I am very very bad with responding (in general, not just ao3 this is a all messages kinda problem) and sometimes im off of ao3 for a solid 3 months before i check my inbox again. i am so sorry for all that, i do read all the comments when i get email notifs for them, i just often dont have the spoons to reply then and there.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Probably On Lies And Spies since it's a canon compliant peter fic, tho i think my prongsfoot fic might also be up there for competiton... (if we go off of ao3 i am currently writing a basically everyone dies fic and have written an angsty fred&george os on my first fic account)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I'd say operation wanker, probably

8. Do you get hate on fics? mm yeah.. amtc specifically... idk what it is with that fic but ive had all kinds of things said there... people who hated the ending, people who thought no one should ever forgive james, people who said no one should ever forgive sirius, people being just in general mean (and not even in english??).. especially the comments in the bookmarks suck, ive had several people rate that fic out of 10, have had people write an entire list of what i should have done different etc etc... it sucks cause i still like that fic a lot, the first long fic ive ever finished, but its reached a point where im scared when people tell me theyre going to start reading it :(

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yeahh ive written one jegulus smut fic. it was supposed to be a one shot for practicing purpose of seeing if i can do it and got slightly out of hand....

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I've started writing one chronicles of syntax hogwarts au before and i did a comic forever ago where the 10th doctor and rose end up in hogwarts meeting the next gen crew

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? someone started translating amtc

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I've had plans, but we haven't yet gotten beyond the planning stage. would love to try it some time tho!!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? whatever the fuck james and sirius have going on, their relationship has been my favourite for all eternity

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? My jegulus Krabat AU. I so badly want to have it written because i want to read it, but unfortunately the world is just not something i like writing in all that much

16. What are your writing strengths? Writing (un)healthily codependent friendships (aka james and sirius, (or the triumvirate)) and probably also consistency with little details

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Plotting. I suck at it. i am very much a paper thinker, so if i dont write i cant think

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? depends on the context? it has to work with the story line and characters and id rather use it sparingly

19. First fandom you wrote for? harry potter (my first published fic was next gen, my second marauders all the way back in 2011)

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? probably either operation wanker or on lies and spies

no pressure tagging @messymoony @static-radio-ao3 @otrtbs @iceprinceofbelair @alarainai @delicris

[devourable]

I am in the big sads right now so is it ok if I can request some comfort?

Currently kinda probably lost a dear friend of mind (kinda had a fight sorta?) And im so broken up over it.

So could you write someone fluffy and soft with rhodes? (Also sterling cause I think its cute when someone who normally tries to show he hates you is trying to be nice and comforting for once)

Mostly for rhodes cause I love them so much.

If this is ok of course. If not thats fine ♡

♡Bunny

anyway. hi bunbun 🥹 i hope you're okay!! i know i'm a lil late responding but i didn't want you to think i'm ignoring you. i also got hit with the Big Sad™ (as well as being generally busy) so i haven't been around as much </3

i don't have time to write atm buuuut 👀 this seems like the perfect excuse to write that sterling/darling cuddle drabble i thought abt a bit ago. so i'm probably gonna do that in its own post later today. so keep an eye out!!

[linzerj]

20 Questions for Writers

I was tagged by @sinvulkt for this 20 Questions for Writers ask game!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

On AO3... i only have 12 currently. (On FFN however... I have 67 lol)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

107,857

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Primarily Marvel nowadays, specifically Doctor Strange (MCU)! But I've also consistently written for Danny Phantom, and also delved into Pokemon, Teen Titans, TMNT, Warriors Cats and Twilight back in the day... its a lot lol.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Golden Gate's Heroes - a Venom and Ant-Man/MCU crossover from before NWH/Venom 2. It has 2,238 kudos as of posting!

Displaced Phantom - a DP and MCU crossover, 577 kudos

Stars Will Light the Way - What If...? Strange Supreme met America Chavez? The longest fic I've posted lol, 476 kudos

alive - an introspective look at Mewtwo, assuming the one from Detectice Pikachu is the same as the one from Pokémon: The First Movie, 420 kudos

through the multiverse - connected drabbles following the Guardians of the Multiverse from the first season of What If...? 329 kudos

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

I try to! Sometimes I might not see it or forget to reply if I don't reply right away lol, but I love engagement on my fics and I always want to make sure I thank everyone for reading!

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Uh. Hmm. I actually... don't know? Maybe one of my post-Infinity War pre-Endgame Doctor Strange fanfics, like Eidetic or death is an old friend? Just because they end with Infinity War and that was tbh a kinda angsty ending...  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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

Probably has to be Stars Will Light the Way, tbh. Most of my fics are fairly "happy" tbh but so many are oneshots and anthologies, that this seems like the best pick.

8. Do you get hate on your fic?

I've gotten maybe one "hate" comment, just telling me my pacing was too slow for their liking or something like that lol. But generally, my audience has been very nice!

9. Do you write smut?

Nope!

10. Do you write crossovers?

OH YEAH!! A good chunk of my old fanfics on FFN were crossovers lol. Actually my first several fics were all crossovers I'm pretty sure. I love a good crossover...

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I am aware of... and don't get any ideas folks!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Um... no, I don't think so!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Nope!

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

Uhhhh.... hmmm.... its hard to say. I am very much a multishipper - I'll ship one guy with quite a few other characters if the dynamic could even conceivably work. But I also tend to prefer gen-fic or found family fics too...? But um. Uh. All-time favorite ship is probably Eddie/Venom. I will not elaborate further.

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

Gosh ok it's this Blue Beetle fic, with Jaime from the Young Justice cartoon swapping places with Jaime from the movie. I just... idk how I want to end it so it's been sitting on my laptop, mostly untouched since like. September or October of 2023. Whoops...

16. What’s your writing strengths?

Idk lol, um... getting into the heads of the characters I write?? I've been told that I can capture certain characters really well, at least.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

17. What’s your writing weaknesses?

Fight scenes can be a little tough for me to write... but also. I procrastinate on writing sometimes, and i'm terrible at planning fics out fully before i start them... so if I don't write scenes and ideas down, they're gone, and then I don't know what to write for my fic, and then the fic never gets finished 🙃

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

Eh, depends on the language - I took enough Spanish to be able to pull it off, I think, and I also have a few coworkers who speak Spanish fluently who will make sure I'm doing it right if/when I use it. Other than that, I'm not sure if I trust Google Translate enough to write dialogue in any other language...

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Omg... apparently... it was a crossover between Danny Phantom and Warriors (the books about the cats)... I figured it would be Danny Phantom but that. That is hilarious to me. I really was a Warriors Cats kid....

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

It's gotta be Stars Will Light the Way. Idk man, it just... it may not be as popular as Golden Gate's Heroes, but it's currently the longest fic I've ever written and published and FINISHED, and im so proud of that. The fact that even 400+ people liked it enough to give it a kudos... I wrote that fic for me, so to know others liked it too means the world to me.

I know you're supposed to tag people for these things, but. I always feel like I'm bothering people when I do. Even though some of my mutuals, I know y'all write fic... so if you see this and want to go for it, any of my mutuals or followers, go for it, consider yourself tagged!

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Mutual Masturbation

!a series of me uploading the kinktober fics/drabbles i made years ago because i didnt back in 2020 for some fuckin reason. if these are bad/poor quality its because theyre old, and ive improved since then :)!

Analogical (Virgil x Logan) Day 30: mutual masturbation Warnings: getting caught masturbating, handjobs

"Masturbating lowers stress and helps people relax," Logan had said, in a conversation with Remus and Patton where they were debating the importance of being sexual.

Virgil hadn't meant to eavesdrop, he just happened to be in the room when the conversation started, and he couldn't help listening in as Logan basically supported Remus's statement, which had initially been "I think sexual activities are good for people," mostly said in order to piss Patton off.

"It does this by releasing endorphins once you orgasm," Logan continued, sounding rather casual despite the fact the subject had made Virgil's cheeks go pink in embarrassment and Patton's face to fall as he realized he was loosing the argument. "Orgasms can also serve as a natural painkiller, and have even been documented to help ease menstrual cramps for some people."

"So, basically, I was right," Remus responded, arms being folded behind his head as he leaned back on the couch, smiling leisurely at Patton whose cheeks were flushed with anger. They're puffed out, almost the way a frog puffs out its chest, before he ended up standing up and walking away, a clear frown on his face.

And that whole conversation looped in Virgil's mind for the rest of the day.

Masturbating can relieve stress? Masturbating can calm him down?

This was all new information for him, and although he tried to repress that newfound knowledge, it kept resurfacing throughout the day, until finally he was alone in his room.

Shoulders tense and eyebrows creased, Virgil felt anxious and generally shitty, and yet Logan's words repeated in his mind.

"Masturbating lowers stress and helps people relax..."

Logan's smooth voice rings over and over in his mind, saying those damned words, and suddenly Virgil finds himself fixating on Logan.

Logan's hair, neatly combed back and out of his face, looking stoic and professional. The way he annunciated his words, making sure that what he was saying was clear and couldn't be misheard in anyway, and the way he sat; his legs down and hands rested on his lap when he was silent - he probably had the best posture out of all of them, with his shoulders back and relaxed as he sat up straight.

When he spoke his hands moved, aiding his words in proving his point, although a couple of the motions he made caused Remus to snort.

Virgil's touching himself before he even processes what's happening, and is suddenly drawn out of his thoughts as he lets out a moan.

Face flushed, he looks down, and sees his hand touching himself - rubbing his crotch through his pants. He's embarrassed that he was driven to do such a thing, and while thinking about Logan no less, but hey, if it relieved stress, Virgil wanted to try it.

He bites his lip as he debates whether or not he wanted to go through with this, but in a matter of moments he's kicking his skinny jeans off and tugging his boxers down too. He grabs some lube after a bit of digging in order to speed up the process, and then places a hesitant hand on his cock.

'It'll relieve stress and release endorphins,' he reminds himself, and he can make it quick enough that nothing bad or unexpected could potentially happen within the timeframe.

Up until something back does actually happen within that timeframe, as their comes a few sharp knocks on Virgil's door.

He wants to get up and answer it; he usually gets up and answers his door almost immediately, fueled by curiosity and sometimes a bit of anxiety over who may be on the other side, but instead he freezes up. He can't bring himself to say anything, words seemingly being caught in his throat, before a familiar one-tone voice goes "Virgil?"

Oh god, it was Logan.

Virgil's doorknob is twisting before he can find it in him to tell Logan to stop, and he internally has launched into panic mode. Why didn't he lock his doorknob? Sure, he didn't plan to masturbate tonight, but he should have at least considered the possibility!

He's drawn out of his panic as his door gently opens, revealing a confused Logan looking down at a book he was holding. He stares down at it for a minute, before he finally looks up and meets Virgil's eyes.

There's silence for a moment, as Logan takes in the scene before him; Virgil's face was dark red and his face displayed a shocked and embarrassed expression. As Logan's eyes traveled further, he saw Virgil's naked lower half, with his hand wrapped around his cock.

"Oh," Logan breathes out, seemingly freezing up on his own.

His little word seems to snap Virgil out of it, though, and he quickly grabs his comforter and tugs it up over himself, trying to repress the fact he found this hotter than he should.

"I'm so sorry!" he exclaims, hiding his face in his hands. Logan must think he's disgusting or perverted; why couldn't he have just said that he was busy? If only he had been able to say anything to keep Logan from walking in and discovering this.

He was going to tell the others, wasn't he? And they'd all make fun of him, and Patton would hate him, and-

"Hey, deep breaths," Logan says, as he takes a step back. "I can see you're getting worked up; I shouldn't have breached your privacy, especially since you didn't answer. I can leave."

Virgil feels utterly humiliated, and he's sure Logan must feel bad, so in a moment of sheer impulse fueled by the need to ease Logan's own embarrassment and anxiety, Virgil exclaims "wait! Don't go, please. I- um- I..."

He panics over what to say next, and curses himself for thinking that this would just be easy. How did Remus just say whatever was on his mind so effortlessly?

Sucking in a deep breath, Virgil sorts out his thoughts, before saying "I was listening in on your conversation earlier, and I decided to try it out, and right now I'm honestly feeling more anxious than relaxed and I kind of froze up when I heard you knocking, and I'm sorry that I-"

"Hush, Virgil," Logan says, taking a breath of his own before sighing. "I can't understand you when you ramble that fast."

Face flushing, Virgil tries to calm himself down, as he then states "I was thinking about you - about what you said, and about your voice. And your body." He feels humiliated that he's admitting this, but he feels compelled to say it. He's sure Logan would want to know if someone's masturbating to the thought of him.

Logan's silent for a moment, and Virgil's worried he may have said something that upset Logan, but then Logan's voice says "do you want my help?"

He's completely serious, and when Virgil's head shoots up to stare at Logan's face, he reads an expression of genuine curiosity. It's a legitimate offer, and one Virgil so desperately wants to both accept and decline.

Logan waits for his answer, eyes trained on Virgil's face, and after a moment, Virgil nods and says "yeah- yeah, I do. But not if you're busy! And not if you plan to tell anyone." He narrows his eyes, and while he doesn't really think Logan would do such a thing, it doesn't hurt to state his boundaries.

Logan nods though, and states "of course, and I'm not busy." He moves closer and eventually sits on the bed, before pulling the blanket down and once again exposing Virgil's cock. Virgil shifts semi-uncomfortably, and in an attempt to ease his worries, Logan inquires "would you feel more comfortable if I, too, was nude from the waist down?"

"Do you- are you comfortable with that?" Virgil asks, following it up with "and would you want me to get you off too?"

He's met with a shrug, and Logan stating "that depends on whether or not you want to. And yes, I see nothing wrong with nudity of any kind. I'm happy to do so if you believe it'd make the situation more relaxing for you."

There's probably nothing that could relax Virgil enough in this situation, but after a moment he sighs and says "I guess I'd feel more comfortable if you were half naked too." He laughs slightly as the reality of that statement sets in, before he sighs again and adds "and I guess I can help you get off. It's only fair."

And it's definitely not because Virgil kind of wants to touch Logan's cock, although he'd never admit that.

He does stare adamantly, however, as Logan easily tugs down his jeans and boxers, having no hesitation in doing either, and then sitting with his knees apart on the bed. Virgil looks away when Logan looks back at him, but then Logan's scooting forward.

"Do I have your consent to touch you?" he asks, and Virgil clears his throat, before saying "yeah- you do. What about me? Do I have your consent?"

Logan nods and confirms it all the same, before his hand is reaching for Virgil's cock. Virgil's tense as Logan's hand wraps around it, but as soon as Logan's hand starts moving, Virgil's shoulders ease with a moan.

He glances down at Logan's hand, before biting his lip, and then leaning forward. One of his hands rests on Logan's shoulders, and the other reluctantly wraps around Logan's cock. He tries to mimic Logan's movements, with his hand stroking slowly over Logan's shaft and then sliding the pad of his thumb over the slit, and he flushes as Logan's cock hardens in his grip.

A groan from Logan draws Virgil's attention, and as he looks up at Logan's face, he notices that it's bright red, and that Logan's staring completely focused at Virgil's cock. Sensing eyes on him though, he looks up, and Virgil realizes how close their faces really are.

They're staring at each other for a few brief moments, before they're lips are touching. Neither of them know who leaned in, but their eyes are squeezed closed as their tongues slide into each others mouths.

Both of them are quite inexperienced, but what they're doing now feels good, and they dont plan on stopping.

Virgil's cock starts leaking pre-come, and Logan uses it as extra lubricant over Virgil's cock, and his hand speeds up around it, causing Virgil to moan into his mouth. When Logan pulls back the slightest bit, Virgil leans closer, chasing his lips. When they're pressed together again, Virgil can really only whine out "please" before Logan's hand is in his hair and they're tasting each other again.

Once again trying to copy what Logan's doing, Virgil's hand speeds up around Logan, hoping to pleasure him the same way Logan is pleasuring him.

Logan groaning against his lips in response is an added plus, and the noises he's making sends shivers of pleasure down Virgil's spine. He scoots closer, wanting to press their bodies together, with his free hand sliding down in order to slip up under Logan's shirt. In a burst of confidence, he's feeling up Logan's chest, and Logan arches into it as his head falls back in a moan.

Virgil can easily read him once they pull away, and watches as Logan's shoulders slump and the way his eyebrows crease. It clicks for him a few seconds later that Logan must have needed this too, and suddenly he feels more confident stroking and touching him.

This was benefitting both of them; Logan had offered and Virgil was helping return the favor, and in turn they both were moaning and focusing on the own pleasure they were receiving, while simultaneously trying to pleasure the other person.

Any worries or troubles either of them may have had melt away, as do the tension in their bodies, and Virgil's hand falters slightly as he whines out "'m close!"

He attempts to buck into Logan's hand, being met with even faster strokes in response, and Virgil squeezes around the base of Logan's cock, earning a gasp in response, before Logan's gritting out "me- me too."

Virgil's eyes dart from Logan's cock back to his face, where his eyes are pressed close, his face is flushed, and he's biting his lip, and just looking at his face adds to Virgil's pleasure, and before he realizes it, his head is thrown back in a loud moan as he comes over Logan's hand, and even over a bit of Logan's body.

His hand squeezes over Logan's cock, slowing considerably as that bliss sets in, no doubt caused by the release of endorphins that his climax caused.

Logan's whine brings him out of his euphoric state, and he pushes himself back up fully, before his hand once again starts moving rapidly on Logan's cock, and Logan can hardly stutter out a warning before he's coming too, breathing rapid as his hand tugs lightly at Virgil's hair.

They both sit there for a moment, panting, before Logan moves to get up. "Thank you for that experience," he sighs out, before sucking in a deep breath afterwards. "I hope it was as satisfying for you as it was for me."

He seems completely calm after what they both participated in, and the blush from his cheeks was fading with each breath they took in. Virgil did note that his demeanor seems more relaxed, though, and Virgil can't deny that he is too.

His anxiety seems to have melted away, at least for now, and he can really only nod and say "it was," and hope that Logan decides that they both need to relax again together sometime soon.