#it's so hard to find sweet fics about them??? even like. just a 1k one shot.

[blatterpussbunnyfromhell]

I cant find fics about loumand's first "I love you" and it makes me sad bc im probably gonna have to write it 😔

[maxtermind]

requesting an f1 fic inspired by the song “reckless driving” by lizzie mcalpine ft ben kessler? 🙏🙏 (any driver & i adore your work)

never felt this way with no one

★ : feat :: oscar piastri x reader ★ : genre :: flufff, mature ★ : word count :: 1k+ ★ : a/n :: i love lizzy so much, this was so fun to write

you were driving while a slow song was playing on the radio and as soon as there was a red light, you stopped and smiled before turning your head to look at—

oscar held your face in his hands before slamming his lips against yours. you eyes widened before you closed them and kissed him back.

he tasted sweet like the dessert you guys got before leaving the restaurant.

he deepened the kiss as his hand slipped from your face to the back of your head. it was too consuming but good.

as you got lost in mingled breaths and soft lips, the light turned green and a loud horn from behind had you stumbling backwards.

oscar cleared his throat as you started the car again. refusing to face you because his face was tinted and his heartbeat was so loud he could hear it in his ears.

what he missed out on was your own cheeks that were burning as your mouth stayed in an upright position. hard to stop smiling because this— him. it was exactly what you you were expecting from today through all the nervous getting ready for the date.

"i'm sorry..." he started before you shook your head.

"i'm glad you did, don't apologise." you murmured trying to breathe and get rid of your smile.

"i wouldn't have... i mean i wanted to but—"

you stumbled over your words but finally looked at him as oscar's hand squeezed your hand that was closest to him.

"i wanted to do it more." he admitted. "i've been thinking about it all night. i just... i wasn't sure if you'd want me to."

you chuckled as you shuffled to get comfortable in your seat, your eyes on the road, feeling a little braver now.

"oscar, i've been hoping you'd kiss me since you picked me up."

he laughed, the sound light and full of relief. "really? i've been so nervous. i kept trying to find the right moment."

you turned onto a quieter street, feeling the tension from earlier melting away. fuck, where were you even driving to? one kiss and the man had turned you into a mess

"i guess the red light was the perfect moment."

oscar nodded, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand. "yeah, it was."

you glanced at him to see why he trailed off and were satisfied to see that he was already looking at you— at your lips and your skin felt like it was on fire.

you knew what he wanted because you wanted the same— more.

oscar sighed as you pulled into a parking lot, putting the car in park before turning to face him fully. your insides burning with the desire to feel his skin again.

"well, we're not driving anymore." you whispered, not knowing where this recklessness was coming from.

oscar grinned and shook his head as he leaned in close once again. "no, we're not."

he kissed you again, this time slower, more tender. you wanted to be careful, not wanting to kill the flame before it was even lit but as his hands found your waist, pulling you closer, you melted into him, your hands threading through his hair.

and you decided that just this once, you’ll give in and let him take the lead even if his hands are off of the lead.

the kiss deepened, becoming more urgent. your breaths mingled, the car feeling both too small and too intimate. but you guys were too far gone now when he pulled you over onto his lap.

oscar's hand slid under your shirt, his touch feather-light against your skin as you gripped his thigh. you gasped softly when he rubbed circles on your waist and kissed down your neck, the sensation sending shivers down your spine.

you broke the kiss, your forehead resting against his as you both tried to catch your breath. "oscar," you whispered, your voice trembling with need.

he looked into your eyes, his own dark with desire. "god you’re driving me insane," he admitted, his voice low and husky.

you nodded, suddenly you brain too foggy to reply coherently, feeling the same burning need. "i want you too."

his hands continued roaming over your body, exploring, caressing. your own hands were busy, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, wanting to feel his skin against yours. you managed to get it open, your hands sliding over his chest, feeling the hard planes of his muscles.

oscar's lips found your collarbone, kissing, nibbling. you arched against him, a soft moan escaping your lips as you realized that he was leaving a mark. the heat between you was almost unbearable.

but then, as you both tried to maneuver in the cramped space, you couldn't help but laugh. the steering wheel, the gear shift, everything was in the way.

"i'm too jelly, i can't drive," you admitted, breathless and laughing.

oscar grinned, his own laughter joining yours. "you know i can drive," he said, a teasing glint in his eye.

you cracked a joke, unable to resist. "would i be worried about your driving skills off the track?"

"i think you'll be safe with me." he laughed, the sound rich and full. “won’t let anything happen to you baby.”

you leaned in for one more kiss, slow and sweet, savoring the taste of him. when you finally pulled back, you were both smiling.

oscar took the keys from you, and moved to the driving seat, still feeling the lingering heat of his touch on your skin.

you didn’t know how this happened, but you were glad it did. that it went this far. feeling like a teenager when you noticed that oscar couldn’t keep his eyes on the road.

“eyes on the road,” you joked, your breath hitching suddenly when he leaned over to squeeze your thigh in reply.

you sneaked your hand towards his vacant one and intertwined your fingers, blushing furiously when he pulled the joined hands towards his mouth to leave a kiss.

"want to go back to my place?" he said shyly, expecting you to turn him down.

but you felt a warmth spread through you at his question, the simplicity of it making your heart swell. "yes, i would love that," you whispered, your voice soft and full of affection.

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[nhasablogg]

Unfinished Gallavich fic

Fandom: Shameless

Characters: Ian/Mickey

Summary: Ian finds no rhyme or reason to when Mickey tickles him.

A/N: As promised, before I leave this blog I leave you with an unfinished Gallavich fic I started writing for the abandoned throwback week. I hope you enjoy it xx

Words: 1k

Ian only started questioning it because Mandy did.

“Listen, I grew up with him,” she said, closing the fridge door and handing him a coke. “And while we’re not the most affectionate family, I have dealt with my fair share of tickle torture from him. He’s merciless. Unfortunately for him I’m worse.”

She shot him a smile and Ian tried to imagine what that had been like. Mickey, who had softness hidden so deeply inside of him that even Ian only saw it in flashes. But since he’d seen the softness at all and therefore knew it existed, it shouldn’t have been so difficult to wrap his head around this. “So you’re saying he’s a mean tickler?”

“He’s rough and taunting and not at all playful when he gets you. Not at all gentle.” She cracked her can open, took a sip. “He must like you a lot.”

It was a new thing, Mickey tickling him, and usually it was a private thing, only Mandy was close enough to them both that Mickey had become careless. Mickey had become carefree. When Ian had absentmindedly complained over the frequency of his tickle attacks, Mandy had rolled her eyes and told him it was nothing compared to what he was capable of. “He barely pins you. Is always quick and gentle. Face it, Ian, he just wants an excuse to touch you and make you laugh.”

And Ian, who had also grown up with siblings but was now stronger than all of them, immediately recognized the difference between wanting to mess with someone and just wanting to be close to them. Mickey was doing his best to be close to him.

The realization made him both more eager for the tickles and more wary of them. He tried to analyze the situations leading up to them, only Mickey never did it when Ian thought he would. Would pin him to the bed and kiss him raw when Ian tried to provoke him, only for fingers to sneak to his sides when he’d barely said a word. He was just missing the pattern and suddenly longed to understand, even though up until then he’d been fine with not comprehending everything about Mickey.

“What?”

Ian averted his gaze. “Nothing.”

Mickey huffed and poked his arm hard enough that it almost hurt. “Stop playing coy.”

“I’m not!”

Mickey didn’t say anything. Ian bit his lip and tried to keep from smiling. He could imagine Mickey throwing himself at him, worming his hands under Ian’s arms and keeping them there until Ian talked. And when Ian refused he would go for a spot that was worse.

Only Ian knew Mickey wouldn’t do that. Knew that Mickey would tickle one spot for only a moment before rolling off of him, or lean down to capture his mouth with his own. He wasn’t sure if he wanted Mickey to be rough. To tickle him until he was screaming for mercy. Most likely he didn’t want that. Had endured enough of that from Fiona and Lip growing up. But-

But.

He wasn’t sure what his but was.

Mickey was still watching him, eyes narrowed, not liking that Ian had been looking at him and now barely would. Ian, who desperately wanted to laugh, wondered if that would tip him over the edge. “I will give you something to laugh about,” he would say, and Ian’s laughter would turn to shrieks.

But Mickey only huffed again and grabbed his arm to pull him closer. “Whatever, loser,” and Ian did laugh then and Mickey didn’t do anything about it.

*

Days later, coming out of the shower. Tired. Sore. Fingers suddenly scribbling over his bare belly without warning and stopping out of nowhere, coaxing the briefest of giggles out of him. Unexpected. Almost sweet.

What the fuck, Mickey.

*

“Don’t do that.”

The warning in Mickey’s voice didn’t scare him, but the lack of revenge made Ian stop in his tracks. He’d thought that if he curled his own fingers over Mickey’s skin that maybe he would retaliate and Ian would get one step closer to figuring this whole thing out, but Mickey was the type of ticklish who wouldn’t react at first only to threaten your life if you continued. Ian had thought about testing the waters there, only he respected his boundaries too much. He was looking at him now, hand still on Mickey’s ribs, but unmoving. Mickey was watching him too, strangely relaxed but frowning. Would he get him back if he curled his fingers now? Ian wasn’t even sure he wanted it, but he felt he couldn’t let this go.

“Ian.” His warning lacked heat, as if he didn’t believe Ian would do it.

Well, that was a challenge if he ever heard one.

The carpet was thankfully relatively soft when they landed on it, with Mickey pinning his arms above his head. He was frowning and Ian had to laugh. Provoking him with how little this bothered him. But Mickey only resorted to pulling his hair and biting his jaw, which could’ve tickled if he had intended for it to do so, but he didn’t. And so Ian stopped laughing. Ian had to beg for more instead, entirely wrapped around his finger, and Mickey was only mean for a moment before kissing him roughly, and then, after another moment, softening as he let Ian’s arms free.

*

Later, when Ian was nearly asleep, an adventurous single finger dipping briefly into his belly button and making him bark out a sudden laugh, and when he turned to Mickey he still had his eyes closed and wasn’t smiling.

*

Ian couldn’t let it go, but he was pretending as if it wasn’t consuming him. Since Mickey did it whenever, maybe he needed to just act as normal as possible to get him to do it. Maybe that was the key. Sneak attacks, although they didn’t last long. But exactly how long does one wait for something like this? Ian kissed Mickey’s cheek each morning and pulled him closer each evening and would make him breakfast without commenting it and argue with him in the afternoons and pretend as if he wasn’t thinking of tickles of all things. 

……

It had no rhyme or reason to it. Mickey simply did it when he needed to do it, and so Ian would endure it for him.

(Not that he hated it.)

(But shh.)

[c-e-d-dreamer]

A/N: Listen, was I meant to spend the evening finally finishing my Elucien Week fic? Yes. Yes, I was. Did I instead spend it writing this 1k drabble to prove a point? Yes. Yes, I did. This fic is dedicated to @moodymelanist, @whyisaravenlike-awritingdesk, and @talkfantasytome who agree with me, but it is especially dedicated to @dustjacketmusings because THIS is the correct take. Thank you and goodnight 😌

Nesta sighs softly as the tips of Cassian’s fingers skirt down her arm and then back up again. She practically melts against him, curling tighter into his side. She shoves her toes deeper beneath his thigh, leaching as much warmth as she can, and she can practically feel Cassian’s chuckle as it rumbles through his chest. His hair tickles her cheek as he turns his head, and she doesn’t even bother biting back her smile when she feels him press a kiss to her forehead.

“Comfy, sweetheart?”

Nesta hums her assent, earning another soft laugh from Cassian. She keeps her eyes on the television screen, on the movie playing there. She tries to pay attention to the characters, the dialogue they’re speaking, but already, she feels so relaxed, so comfortable. She can feel every muscle unwind, her eyes starting to flutter, but she’s determined, holding out until the end credits start to roll.

Cassian grabs the remote and turns off the television, the screen fading to black with a soft click. Nesta tosses the blanket off her legs and stands up, stretching her arms high above her head until she feels that satisfying pull in her back. Cassian’s hands settle on her hips, sliding around her waist and tugging her back into him.

“Don’t,” Cassian whispers, burying his face against her neck.

Nesta snorts softly, even as she presses back against him. “I didn’t even do anything.”

“But I know what you’re going to say, that you need to go home.”

“I do. It’s late.”

“Stay.” Nesta doesn’t say anything, her bottom lip finding home between her teeth, but that just seems to encourage Cassian more, his arms tightening around her. “Stay, Nes.” At her continued silence, she can feel his smile against her skin. “Neither of us have work in the morning. I can give you something to sleep in. So stay.”

Nesta turns around in his arms, using all her willpower to keep her face neutral. “I usually like to shower before bed.”

“I know it might sound crazy, but my apartment does in fact have one of those.”

“I hate you.”

Cassian’s hands reach up and frame her face. “No, you don’t. Besides, I’ll make us breakfast in the morning.”

Nesta hums, pretending to think about it. “French toast?”

“You drive a hard bargain, but it’s a deal.”

Nesta smiles and presses up onto her toes, sealing their deal with a kiss. It’s sweet, a simple press of lips as they both smile into it, but happiness takes root between Nesta’s ribs and leaves butterflies fluttering in her chest.

When they pull apart, Cassian leads the way down the hall and to his bedroom. He roots around in his drawer until he produces a soft looking, oversized tee. He steps back over to Nesta, holding it out for her to take.

“Towels are in the closet in the hall, and you know where the bathroom is.” With a nod, Nesta tries to take the shirt from his hands, but Cassian holds firm, using their shared grip to pull Nesta close again and steal another kiss. When he pulls away, that infuriating smirk of his takes over his face, his voice dipping low and suggestive as he says, “let me know if you need any help.”

Nesta rolls her eyes fondly, but she takes the shirt finally and steps out of his bedroom. She finds the closet Cassian mentioned and tugs the door open. She’s surprised to find so much on the shelves inside. Wash cloths. Small towels that seem to have buttons on them. She spies a neat stack of regular towels and grabs one, heading into the bathroom and closing the door behind her.

She sets the towel and Cassian’s shirt aside. She reaches into the shower and turns the knob, letting the water warm up while she peels her own clothes off and neatly folds them. When steam starts to fill the bathroom, she yanks back the shower curtain, but she pauses before she steps inside. She has to blink a few times, making sure what she’s seeing isn’t some trick of her imagination. For a moment, she feels like she’s suddenly transported to Elain and Lucien’s home.

Lined neatly along the shelves in the shower are bottles. Multiple bottles. A large, bright green bottle labeled sulfate free shampoo. A small, pink bottle next to it labeled co-wash shampoo. Deep conditioner. Leave-in conditioner. A small jar of hair mask.

Nesta has certainly always appreciated Cassian’s hair. The way those curls look so gorgeous when they hang around his face and shoulders. The way the strands feel so soft when she runs her fingers through them. She supposes she should have known his luscious hair wasn’t all natural and took some work. Should have known he’d take his haircare routine so seriously.

She has to bite her lip around a laugh, but she finally steps into the shower and under the spray. The heat of the water against her shoulders pulls a sigh from her lips and she tips her head back, letting the water soak her hair. She eyes the different hair supplies Cassian has before deciding to grab the sulfate free shampoo and work that through her hair. She uses some of the deep conditioner next, surprised at how soft her hair already feels when she rinses it out.

Nesta shuts off the shower and steps out, wrapping the towel around her and squeezing out the excess water from her hair. She pulls open Cassian’s medicine cabinet in hopes of finding a comb and is greeted with the sight of even more hair products. Creams, mousse, and gels. She shakes her head fondly and grabs the comb stored in there beside the various products, carefully running it through her wet hair.

She tugs Cassian’s shirt over her head, the fabric soft where it hangs off her and smelling just like Cassian’s cologne. She takes a moment to savor the feeling of it before grabbing the towel again, bending forward and rubbing her hair through it before wrapping the towel around her head. She straightens back up and adjusts the towel slightly so it doesn’t fall.

She decides to leave her clothes for the morning, padding back down the hall and into Cassian’s bedroom. He’s already lounging on his bed, stripped down to just a pair of boxers and casually scrolling through his phone. He looks up with a smile when Nesta steps inside, but then his eyes widen, that smile slowly slipping away. He almost looks… horrified.

“What?” Nesta asks, tilting her head in confusion and tugging almost nervously at the hem of the shirt she’s wearing.

“Did you use a normal towel on your hair?”

“What.”

“Didn’t you see the hair towels in the closet?” Cassian asks, setting his phone down on the bedside table and clambering off the bed.

“What are you talking about?” Nesta shoots back, feeling almost bewildered as Cassian steps around her and into the hall.

“Your hair is going to get frizzy if you use a normal towel like that,” Cassian calls out, and Nesta can hear rustling before he steps back into view, one of the smaller towels with a button on it in his hands. “These are microfiber. These are what you want.”

Without another word, Cassian pulls the towel off Nesta’s head, tossing it toward the hamper near his dresser. He guides Nesta to bend forward so that all her hair hangs down then carefully wraps the microfiber hair towel until all the strands are gathered and tucked inside. When Nesta stands back up, his hands work with practiced ease, securing the towel with the button at the front.

“See?” Cassian asks, his hands sliding from Nesta’s head down to her shoulders. “Much better, right?”

“You’re crazy,” Nesta tells him, but there’s no hiding the fondness from her tone, no stopping the smile that tugs up her lips.

“You love me anyways.”

—

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[louloulemons-posts]

can you do a eddie fic where gets cursed by vecna or whatever and eddie is the only one with reader if you already havent? its alright if not though

Heaven

Eddie X Reader

Word Count : 0.6k

Warnings : Not proofread, 4am writing (she’s back 👹) vecna, billy, reader feels guilt, fluffy ending, like minor angst, petnames.

A/N : i’m so sorry this took so long! I’ve had the worst writers block, but hopefully i’m back now with many fics to come. Enjoy!

- Lou 🫶🏻

1K Celebration Found Here

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It couldn't end like this, you refused to let it end like this. Your head had been pounding for days, your nose running regularly, the inability to sleep had become a regular. It was just like Chrissy.

Vecna had targeted you, taking you back to the horrific things you'd experienced because of the upside down before. The demogorgons, demodogs, the night at the mall you so wished you could forget.

Your vision has gone fuzzy. Where were you?

The mall?

No that wasn't possible.

"Hello?" you called out.

There was no answer, nothing at all.

"Hello?"

"Y/N."

Jumping and turning quickly you saw, well you could only assume it was Vecna. The monster walked towards you.

"Please," you said softly.

"It's time. I can take it all away. How you left Max without a brother, the guilt you feel for him pushing you out of the way. Poor poor Billy," he taunted, his voice deep and vile.

Your skin was full of goosebumps, as you stepped back and hit something. Turning, you saw a familiar face.

"Billy?"

His big blue eyes were glossy, his skin covered in sickly black veins, covered in a thick layer of sweat.

“Billy I-“

“You did this,” he said, voice angry but face so numb of emotion.

“I didn’t mean to, I’m so sorry,” your eyes filled with tears, you didn’t want him to die for you.

“You just wanted Max for yourself, you’d always wanted a sister. So why not take mine right!” he shouted, pushing you back towards Vecna.

“No! No I didn’t mean for any of this to happen!” you cried.

“Liar!” he shoved you down on to the floor, the skinless beast grinned from above you.

“It’s time.”

His long fingers came towards you, grabbing hold of your face. “No!” you screamed kicking your legs to get away.

He was too strong. “No please! Please! Someone help!” you sobbed.

“Nobody can save you now Y/N, nobody but me. You let out a cry, this was how it was going to end. This was it.

You didn’t even get to say goodbye. To your friends. Your family. Eddie. Oh Eddie. Your sweet boy.

“Goodbye Y/N.”

Oh thinkin’ about all our younger years

There was only you and me

We were young and wild and free

What was that?

You began to struggle again, wriggling your wrists against the vines that had appeared around them.

Vecnas eyes had rolled to the back of his head, meaning he didn’t notice when yours came swinging forward, headbutting him away.

The shock knocked him back, giving you time to wiggle out of the vines. Ripping them off you, you were up and sprinting towards an opening.

It looked like Eddies trailer. “Eddie!” You called out, seeing the familiar brown curls.

Baby your all that I want now

When you’re lyin’ here in my arms

I’m finding it hard to believe

We’re in heaven

You ran and ran, feeling the ground shake beneath you and heard a violent scream from the monster behind.

Large rocks began falling in your path and the ground began to crumble beneath your feet.

You had to make it, had to get back to him.

Now are dreams are comin’ true

Through the good times and the bad

Yeah I’ll be standin’ there by you, oh!

A large rock lifted behind you and before you’d even thought about it you were launching yourself over it and through to the trailer. To the boy you loved.

With a loud gasp of breath your body fell into Eddies arms. His huge frame wrapping around you, holding you to his chest.

“Thank god you’re okay,” he spoke into your hair, leaving a kiss there. He pulled back holding your face in his hands.

“I know I spoke badly about Bryan Adams, but he’s now my favourite artist ever.”

“Even more than Metallica?”

He let out a laugh, “Baby he saved your life.”

“No, Edward Munson, you did.” Standing on your tip toes you pressed a gentle kiss to his mouth.

“I love you.”

“I love you too Baby.”

You’re all that I want

You’re all that I need

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Thank you so much for reading!

Please leave any requests 🤍

[neondiamond]

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Hideaway Haven is the place that Louis has always called home. It's also the place that Harry had tried to leave behind him. When Harry returns to start a music academy in his hometown, he finds himself face to face with his high school crush—and his charming daughter who wants to learn to play the drums.

🎁 I Really Like Your Styles: The Baking Advent-ure by @homosociallyyours (34k, T)

Louis isn't much for frills, and the coffee shop he co-owns with his best friend Liam is evidence of that. Yes, it's got a decent sized, well-kept industrial kitchen, but Louis insists that people come to coffee shops for coffee, not mediocre pastry and plastic wrapped cookies. When Liam's campaign for serving treats turns into watching a few baking accounts on whichever popular app he's on, there's one that really gets on Louis' nerves: "I Like Your Styles." With his chipper demeanor and over the top descriptions of the food he makes, Louis is sure that the (unfortunately cute) baker is full of it. Nothing that adorable could possibly be worth the hype.

It doesn't actually take much for him to eat his words...and some quality baked goods, while he's at it.

[jamesunderwater]

20 Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰɪᴄ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀꜱ

Thanks for tagging me!! @gracelesslady23 @annabtg @kay-elle-cee this was very sweet to get to do.

Ao3 Username: itsjamespotter

1. How many works do you have on A03?

31, wow! How wild, that feels like a lot.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

162k!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

HP

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Show and Tell (3k, wolfstar smut)

Dead To Me (91k, wip lily evans angst)

Tall Dark and Glasses (3k, jily fluff)

"you have no idea how long i've been wanting to do that" (1k, prongsfoot smut)

Bring Your Kid to Work Day(s never end when your godfather is Sirius Black) (2k, good godfather sirius black fluff)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to, or at least have the goal to, but admittedly I'm very bad at it. (not to use it as an excuse but my adhd is fully to blame.) I plan to go back and catch up on all of them soon & have a dream of being much better about it, though. I do intentionally make sure I eventually respond to the ones for my WIPs, at least.

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

well, since dead to me hasn't ended yet (kidding kidding kidding kidding!!!) lmao I really thought I was gonna have a hard time finding a fic with an unhappy ending but I evidently forgot who I am. I dunno how to choose between: 1. i don't even know where you end and i begin (500 words, canon prongsfoot....you get it) 2. Promises to Keep (1k words, dorlene with canon ending....you get it)

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

Okay listen, do I technically have a fic that mentions living happily ever after in the last line? Yes. Am I choosing that fic? No. I'm choosing Happy Holidays, You Filthy Potters, because 1. smut, 2. sassy young Harry, and best of all, 3. sassy good godfather sirius black 😉

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I've gotten a couple of comments about Lily in Dead To Me but I've decided it's not my problem if people don't have critical analysis skills 💀

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

I do! I write smut for a number of different ships and plan on doing others! Uhhh, what kind? the fact that I don't really know what that means probably means it's pretty vanilla 😆 there's a lot of going down on people 🤐

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

Haha, no, but if I did I'd probably do PJO/HP

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge. that would be so heartbreaking.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but that's SO cool that people offer to do that for some fics!!!

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

I have!! @charmsandtealeaves and I co-wrote a fic for a jilychallenge last year, before we were even friends! It was my first time co-writing a fic, which was very cool and different, but also didn't feel that foreign to me -- I think because I've spent a lot more years doing para RP than I have writing fics. It was fun to kind of riff off another writer in a different way. I would definitely do it again!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Okay, this is kind of tough because I only recently got into Prongsfoot, and they are the definition of soulmates... But because I ultimately see Sirius as more of an ace/aro character, Jily wins the place of favorite ship in my heart. <3

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

Well, I really only have two WIPs posted on AO3: Dead To Me and Just This Once, and I have all of DTM outlined and plan to finish it by fall. Just This Once might be a while, but I also have a plan for it and would like to finish it at some point... But I guess there's a chance I won't finish it -- I do have a lot of other multi-chaps I am going to be starting soon.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Hm. I like to think I'm good at getting into the minds of my characters, really thinking through their motivations and emotions and then expressing those to the reader. I also think I'm fairly good at dialogue. I really like writing banter so I hope others think I'm good at it, haha. And based on what I've been told, my smut isn't half bad 😆

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Oh, definitely writing descriptions of any kind. I never remember to describe the scene and when I do, I think it feels clunky. I'm not great at writing in a more direct way, either; I struggle to express a character's emotions without getting a bit flowery with it. Just generally, I think my writing could be tighter, you know? I'm sure I'll realize other things I need to work on as I write more long fics, too.

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

Ah, haven't done it yet, so don't have any thoughts to share.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

HP -- Jily on the Neopets forums... never 4get <3

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

If we're talking finished works, I'd have to say Tall Dark and Glasses, which I wrote for the masquerade event for Jilytober last year. To me, that fic has a certain je ne sais quois that is hard to replicate. But unfinished? Dead To Me, hands down, and once it's finished it will be very hard to ever top it. It's imperfect and there are a lot of edits I'd make if I were to go back through and polish it up, but it's the first multi chap fic I've ever written, and beyond just feeling immensely proud of that, the story itself and how I'm writing it is one of the most heartfelt and meaningful things I'll ever write in my life.

these were such a pleasure to respond to, thanks again for the tags! <3 I'm tagging: @goldenbi @abihastastybeans & @nodirectionhome-ao3

[saetoshis]

CLOSING OUT THE YEAR!

[‹ A MUTUAL APPRECIATION POST ›]

[‹ ABOUT ›] i started this new blog in around september, and we already have over 1k followers and sooo many lovely mutuals from not only this account but my past one! and i adore you all SO MUCH, this is just me spewing my love and thoughts into one giant post 🤗 // if i forgot you PLEASE let me know and i'll add you :') i have soo many mutuals i need to keep track sobs!

[‹ EXTRAS ›] if you can, listen to the song! i just think it rlly ties into how i feel from a musical standpoint sob! im a music nerd excuse me ahksla

@kavehtion

MY SWEET VLYNN ! i not only adore your writing but also your formatting, it's so pleasing to the eye :') i find your energy soothing and bright - your confidence radiates to me and i always absolutely adore seeing you on dash! we don't interact too much but i hope we can more in the future :)

@heartnagi

LOLA LOLA LOLA BABY ! you've been here since diaphanoso snifle i adore you sooo much ! everything you post i go "that's so real" in my head, i adore your creativity and you have such a strong sense of morals which i admire :') i'm soo glad to have gotten close to u ! let's keep thirsting over aether and each other more next year ehehe

@zorotits

LINAAA even tho we are new moots i literally love ur energy on dash.. it's kinda bright and chaotic and SOO funny ! your theme actually makes me wanna take a bite out of ur acc if that makes sense jaksdla BUT i legit adore your energy (esp in tags omfg they make me die) and hope we can interact n thirst sooo much more next year :)

@touyyes

BAKI OMGFGKJF baki i stg. you make me LOSE MY MIND every time you post.. it's either making me choke from laughing so hard or actually dying from the MM M MM OH SO YUMMY thirsts ! you had me at toji n i was like i have to follow RN. BUT STOP i adore ur energy it's like bright chaos it makes me feel SOOO FULL OF GOOD ENERGY :) let's thirst over toji in jjk s2 next year :P

@dilu3

MY SWEET LALAA ! your fics literally bring me to my KNEESSS i adore the way you write especially bachira, n you're always putting me on to new chars and animes like hellsing :') i love your creativity and how you're always thinking of creative blog names n themes i adore them all !! gimme even more chars to thirst over in 2023 :)

@510hz

ARES i dont think u understand how much i adore seeing u on dash like. even the controversial posts i'm like "stop thats so real" like everything u say i agree with. the energy is like.. chaotic chill I LOVE IT it feeds my soul :') i cant wait for more moshares interactions n maybe irl eheheheh :)

@hystix

cadie dont get me started. HALAHAKAKA i literally love u like i am in love w you :') you're my bright lil light on dash n i swear when i see u in notifs im like "I CAUGHT U !" you're such a like.. precious soul to me i just wanna hug u snifle !! you remind me of warm hugs yesyes that is ur energy to me!! my sweet cadie snifle I MUST SEE U MORE ON GENSHIN N DASH NEXT YEAR :)

@tinie

ARLO ! SOGLO ! BUNLO ! omgongog you might not know but i swear u have an influence on me ! your energy is so like .. calm but attractive if that makes sense snifle ! the 'nodnodnod' n use of 'soggy' has captured me i swear ! now im always saying soggy ! but i rlly love seeing u on dash n ur like.. my biggest scara association if that makes sense ! i wanna see evennn more scarlomouche all 2023 :')

@nymphoheretic

MY BABY MY WIFE my BEAAAUTIFUL WIFE ! nymph / kk / kirei my absolute babe. my beloved since diaphanoso .. my biggest kyo n gyo n tengen thirst partner ehehe ! your energy is like omgog warm and chaotic I ADORE U ! every time i rewatch kny n see kyo im like 'yeah that's my wife's man' ehehekekej I HOPE TO THIRST OVER KNY EVENNN MORE WITH U ! one day ill finish bleach n catch up to all ur faves :)

@blueparadis

PARADIS ! omgomg i swear we haven't interacted much sobs BUT I WANNA MORE ! you give me suuuch calm sweet energy on dash :') I ALWAYS ADOREEE your formatting your brain is just like WHOAA so special so creative ! i can't wait to see more pretty colors on dash from u ehehe AND HOPEFULLY EVEN MORE INTERACTIONS IN 2023 !

@kunizk

ZENNN ZENZEN ! omg we rlly have not interacted much but stop. i adore ur navi SO MUCH I WANNA EAT IT ? like does that make sense? prob not BUTASLASAL STOP STOPP. i love ur interactions w toji's rp blog i love seeing just like. no shits given layin everything out ahaklaa BUT ! i hope to see more feral shit on dash from u AND MORE INTERACTIONS TOGETHER NEXT YEAR :)

@nymphoheratic

KATTAKSDHKAL KAT MY BABY ! my lil genshin buddy snifle ! i not only adore ur writing but i just ADORE U ! you're my lil kit kat sob :') i hope tumblr fkn unflags u someday HAKAKA it is ridiculous how much i miss u here ! but im glad i have u on genshin n hopefully we can share more lil leaks n show off tcg n showcases to each other next year ehehkeeke !

@babiefwuit

my love my light my literal best friend :') I SRSLY DONT KNOW WHAT ID DO WITHOUT YOU TO TALK TO :(:(((:(:(( nana bun HAKDAL grammy bun i miss u SOOO BAD ! WE NEED TO CATCH UP RN. like HOP ON DISC RN ! i am kissing u my sweet, soulful-energied baby! i could cry ! ahdkalsda BUT LETS MEET UP AGAIN N THIRST OVER GYOMEI AGAIN IN 2023 !

@itoshi-s

OMFGHKLASDKLAAAA ZARI STOP. bro it's been like 2 days of being mutuals but STOP I LOVE SEEING U ON DASH I LOSE MY MIND ! your energy omfg. it's irreplaceable i stg ! the feral thirsts, the thoughts u put in my tinie head ! ill go insane one day I SWEAR ADKASL im gonna bite u 24/7 in 2023 :')

@boyfrwenz

JEM MY SWEET THING ! you are my biggest daichi association ever ! every time i see anything haikyuu/daichi related im like STOP I WONDER IF JEM HAS SEEN THIS OMG ! you have like calm chaotic but also bright energy snifle ! i hope to see more daichi fics n interactions in 2023 :))

@ohsatori

omg HALEYYEHKALDSA stop stop ! i adore how you write not only tendou but all characters snifle ! your theme caught my eye so hard n im sooo glad i clicked follow sob ! you are such a sweet, bright soul on dash to me !! you also put me on SOO much good haikyuu art i adore it :') i cannot WAIT for more tendou fics n art n interactions next year :P

@haruchiyos

azrael my beloved my pretty thing ! u get me like u just GET ME yk? i feel like we're aligned or smth ! every time i interact with you im just thinking "mm m mm azrael gets it!" I MISS SEEING U ON DASH I NEED MORE AZRAEL THOUGHTS ! im yelling at yukimiya to give u sum kisses for the new year :P

@tinymaru

REINEAKJSDKLA reine my baby. I SWEAR U DONT UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH RESPECT N ADMIRATION I HAVE FOR UR TALENT ! you're such a sweet soul too i can't help but smile when i see "MOSHI" randomly in my disc notifs asdklalad !! you have such a gifted, creative, beautiful mind to me ! i cannot wait for more art n selfship drawings n silly lil dms in 2023 :)

@sailewhoremoon

SOSAAAA every time i see u on dash legit love sosa plays in my head ! your energy omfg it cannot be replicated. it's SOOOO GOOD and the way u reblog asks n check up on ur moots is SOO SWEET ILL CRY ! youre the sweetest brightest lil light on this app :') I NEED MORE FERAL UNCENSORED SOSA THOUGHTS ASAP ! i hope to see evennn more next year eheeheke

@dearbraus

FAWN FAWN FAWN BABY ! i adore ur acc sm omfgklf i also LOVE that u post abt lesbian culture n ur lil thoughts on genshin women esp lisa ! you're such a strong presence n it's sooo like... energetically warm to me !! i just adore seeing ur reblogs n thoughts spewed out on dash ! i hope we can interact EVEN MORE IN 2023 ! kisskiss to u :)

@thetempleofnyx

omg jen ASKALLAAAA my baby my baby omg ! my sweet thing i treasure you SO MUCH ! your feral unhinged uncensored thoughts on dash r sooo sooo contagious i stg ! every time i see u horny post im like oh. OH OHHH oh. OHH yeah oh right oh! HAKHSA but i srsly love ur sweet n caring energy you are one of the just most.. precious people ive met here ! i hope for more thirsts n interactions n LOVE with you next year !

@eremikan

MARI. i see like everything u put out on dash n i think to myself "thats so real" like ur brain is sooo intriguing to me.. IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT ! you have like neutral chaotic energy and im always like "i wanna peek in ur brain even more" ! but i will legit NEVER forget that satosugu fic you wrote where getou was gone and it was reader + satoru and getou like came to them in a dream sorta situation?? OMG THAT FIC CHANGED MY LIFE it was my first time reading an angsty fic ahdkala but i LOVED IT ! but anyways that was long omgomg i cant wait to see more peeks of ur brain this next year :P

@festive

VIVA VIVAAAA your energy on dash actually makes me smileomgomg i think to myself "viva n cyno" all the time like u are sooo associated with him in my brain ! i love love LOVE your writing style sm, n the cyno content is TOP tier to me ! youre so funny your energy is just so bright to me ! but i hope to see even moreee viva n cyno next year n hopefully even more interactions ! :)

@sugies

MY BABY JUJU ! omgomg every time i see jjk or getou art im like "WAIT HAS JUJU SEEN THIS?" you're like the sweetest lil bean to me ! i adoreeee adore you n MISS U ! WE NEED TO GET BACK INTO JJK ANALYSIS AGAIN ! i miss talking abt the chapters w you ! i am giving u a warm squishy hug rn cuz i miss u soooo much ! i hope for more jjk/getou brainrot n thirsts in 2023 :)

@rczc

ZEHR MY LOVE MY LIGHT MY BABY ! i miss you SOOO MUCH STOP ! you are the fkn funniest person on this app i am SOO SERIOUS ! your energy is so warm and chaotic and the feral unhinged tags FEED MY SOUL ! you make me choke from laughing so hard i will cry ! i miss u zehr bear ! i am hugging u virtually :)

@milkyybuns

OMGOGM DAE ! my tengen brainrot buddie ehehehe every time i see itto or tengen art/fics im like stop it rn where is dae ! im falling back into my tengen phase again so expect a lot in ur inbox ehehhe ... you have such sweet energy on dash like seeing u in my inbox makes me SMILE SO HARD ! i adore u baby n i hope for amazing things AND SOME MORE TENNIE BRAINROT NEXT YEAR !

@sugr

KELS KELS ! u feed me soooo well with the jjk art reblogs n haikyuu / jjk fics ! i will die adkasladh you have calm n bright energy to me ! i associate u sooo hard with yuuji (prob from the prev. username hehe) ! but you remind me of the feeling of hot coffee on a cold day if that makes sense.. like soothing n cozy :') I CANT WAIT FOR MORE FICS N INTERACTIONS THIS NEXT YEAR ! kisskiss for u kels !

@munsonsins

ABBYYADHJADKAD stop i miss u so much ! even tho i dont know shit about marvel or that stuff?? i will always read anything u write cuz i ADOREEE IT SM ! whenever i see u pop into my inbox w a lil meme i smile soo hard eeek ! i hope school is treating u well n ur doing AMAZING ! n if not i hope that next year brings u the amazing vibes that you deserve :) i love u abby ehekeke

@ghxstic

NYMPH NYMPH my kny food distributor ehehekee i stg my fav muzan fic is that muzan + koku fic u wrote from WAAAY back when ! i miss u sosososo much ! i hope life is treating u well ! i miss interacting so bad ahakalaa !! im giving u 365 kisses so every day of next year is a good one :)

@pcwer

bruh omg xel i literally think u are the funniest person i have ever met in my entire life HAKAKAKAAA like. i genuinely lose my shit every time u post ESP ABT KISHIBE ILL DIE RN THINKING ABT IT ! but you have such warm n happy energy it makes my soul feel soooo full ! i cant wait for more WEIRD kishibe thoughts n yummy thirsts next year :P

@r-oronoa

OMGOMG APOLLO my baby pollo ! i am sooo glad to have u as a mutual stop omgog ! you have like omg. the most precious energy ive ever felt thru a screen HASKDAAA you're so warm and inviting and bright it makes me feel right at home !! your fics are so amazing and the way u push out content is so admirable ! i adore u and i hope for even moreee interactions in 2023 :')

@suyacho

SNOW OMFAKSDJKALAAA you and xel are like.. the most ridiculously hysterical duo ive ever experienced in my life ! interacting w you guys on diaphanoso was INSANE i loved the kny brainrot sm ! you're the sweetest little precious soul ive ever met ! ill cry thinking abt it omgoggn i love playing genshin w you and teaching u all kinds of things ! i cant wait to play n interact even more !!!

@saneminx

CHERRY MY BELOVED MI BEBECITA ! MI CORAZON ! i love your energy so much like your sense of justice and bright, loud + confident personality makes me feel SOO GOOD i admire u a lot ! you always feed me with sooo many kny thirsts i ADORE U ! i am hugging u soooososo tight and i hope 2023 is AMAZING FOR U !

@the-witch-of-one-piece

VAL OMGLAKSDAAAA VAL VAL ! i see u writing bleach i promise one day ill watch it all n catch up with you :') your energy is so positive and loving, i can feel it through the screen i swear ! you make me feel right at home, and i love that we've stayed mutuals through my blog switch and after around a year ! im sending all my good energy to you for this next year :'))

@getoswhore

BRUH AHKLAAAA BELLA GTFO i love you. everything u put out on dash makes me fucking DIE LAUGHING STOP ! youre like one of my most precious mutuals from diaphanoso omgogm you've influenced me to be more confident n loud on dash hhehehee I ADORE U ! i cannot wait for more belloshi interactions n thirsts in 2023 :)

@donvampiro

DONDONDON I WILL CRY RN ! you are soo close to my heart my beloved ! if i could speak french id put a cute little french term of endearment but alas i am. not there yet :') snifle you make me feel SOOO safe and warm. i adore your heart and your preciousness it makes me emotionalahdkaaaa but i cannot wait for more don + moshi time this next year :')

@sleepy3

SLEEPY SLEEPS MY BABY ! you make me smile so hard when i see u in my inbox, you're always putting me onto new chars and it has me GASPINGAJSKAA i love your energy it's soft, like a warm hug and sleepy cuddles !! i cannot wait for more interactions n PLSPLSSS gimme some more chars to thirst over with you next yearhehehe

@tsunderedoctor

PURPLE my baby my love ! my mutual since diaphanoso ! i adore your sensitivity and brightness, youre such a precious person to me and i just genuinely admire your soul ! i loveee the law art reblogs you put out, they feed me sooo well :') and your emergency requests i adore so much! you are such a beautiful person to me ! ill cry omgogm ! but i hope the new year brings you nothing but good things ! you deserve it all :))

@4izawas

NEPPY NEP ! my bf since diaphanoso :') i adore your bright n confident energy SO MUCH ! your big biggg heart makes me soo so easily comfy and happy with you !! you have so much confidence and i swear it's contagious :) i cant wait for more genshin + moshtune interactions this next year ! i am sending u all my thirsty n positive energy !!

@garoujo

BROOOAKAKAKAA stop stop. dont get me started ill tear up ! emmie oomfghfgf i literally am in love with u ! youre my best friend stop stop ! you make me feel so safe and comfortable like i rlly dont feel that way with a lot of ppl ! you have such a bright heart and just warm energy ITS SO CONTAGIOUS. ur so contagious im sniffling ! we must have more emmoshi interactions ! i am giving u all my motivation n energy for 2023 :')

@vilsoo

JES OMGOMG ! i swear youve been sticking around w me for SOOO LONG like almost 2 years?? i think?? but SOB your energy is so bright to me i adore talking to u sm :') there's always tea to spill n its sooo investinghahakak but i cannot wait for more memories n interactions w you ! you are my go-to for fnaf fics ALWAYS ill always put people onto you when they ask for jjk / fnaf recs ehehheeh

2022 SAETOSHIS. thank you all for the memories, craziness, love n hugs! i adore u all! // all credits for music go to animenz on youtube, song performed: kimiiro signal - saekano: how to raise a boring girlfriend OP

[themculibrary]

Captain America: The First Avenger Masterlist

Blood and Honey (ao3) - Claudia_flies steve/bucky E, 11k

Summary: A growl. It makes Steve’s knees turn into jelly and his body clench again. With dawning horror Steve realizes what is about to happen.

Or: The fight on the bridge doesn’t go as Hydra planned. Gratuitous a/o/b fic.

come home yesterday (ao3) - customrolex bucky/peggy/steve G, 369k

Summary: 'You're gonna be just fine,' Steve said, close enough that Bucky could feel his breath. 'Maybe I'll try to enlist again, join you—'

'Don't kid about that,' Bucky said, even tho he knew Steve wasn't really. He'd tried to enlist once before Bucky had been drafted, and a few times after that. 'Don't do anything stupid until I get back.'

'You're taking all the stupid with you,' Steve grumbled. He straightened Bucky's tie, and kissed him once again. Bucky tried to memorize how it felt; it was over too quickly.

Come On, Be My Baby (ao3) - orphan_account steve/bucky E, 1k

Summary: There was a time where Steve thought he’d been a beta. He just didn’t present. Too sickly to be an alpha by society’s standards and too ill to carry children or deal with heats, his body just didn’t do anything. He didn’t have much of a sex drive, in fact it was near non-existent and to be honest, he was happier that way. If he had been an omega he would’ve been expected to get married off to an alpha and have lots of children, especially because he grew up in the 40’s and rights for omegas were slim. If he’d been an alpha people would have mocked him even more than they already did. So, he was content on being unclassified or as he and everyone else assumed, a beta.

Well, until the serum.

It started with cramps in his lower abdomen and crawled up his back. His chest felt suspiciously full and heavy, it hurt and he was terribly sensitive. There was a strange scent that seemed to follow him around, a sweet smell. One that was usually associated with omegas. It was hard to be around his men, the people in his squad. They were all alphas and his skin felt itchy, not his own. It was like his skin was crawling off. Like he wasn’t – he wasn’t –

Whole.

Follow Up (ao3) - billie_vivienne steve/bucky E, 3k

Summary: Set during Captain America: The First Avenger, Steve bluffs his way off the USO stage and onto the battlefield, saving Bucky. After, they get to spend an intimate night together,

Grateful (ao3) - ALMartin1011 G, 1k

Summary: Steve knows he should be grateful for the gift he was given through Project Rebirth but his new life wasn’t as easy as he expected it to be.

Heirloom (ao3) - TealWren steve/bucky T, 12k

Summary: 5 times Steve Rogers lost himself to Captain America and 1 time Steve Rogers showed everyone who he truly was.

how we are hungry (ao3) - liketheroad steve/bucky M, 18k

Summary: The power of love and all that.

It All Starts Somewhere (fanfiction.net) - FantasytoHeart T, 20k

Summary: Hydra has bases all over Europe and the newly formed Howling Commandos have their work cut out for them. A story about the Commandos as there are not enough of them.

Kind Men (ao3) - quigonejinn steve/bucky, peggy/steve E, 15k

Summary: D/s-ish-verse retelling of Captain America: The First Avenger. When the time comes, Erskine doesn't throw a grenade onto the training ground.

Let’s Hear It For Captain America! (ao3) - Magnetism_bind steve/bucky E, 5k

Summary: A missing scene from Captain America: The First Avenger

Of All The Gin Joints (ao3) - dracusfyre bucky/tony T, 3k

Summary: Bucky feels like he's crashing and burning while Steve is soaring like a goddamn all-American bald eagle or something. But as Steve walks off with Agent Carter and leaves Bucky to drink alone, a mysterious stranger decides he wants to kiss him and make it all better.

Our Names in Blood (ao3) - OhCaptainMyCaptain steve/bucky E, 29k

Summary: The super soldier experiment results in Steve becoming a lethal killing machine. Isolated, alone, and terrified, Steve finds his way to Europe where he learns Bucky's been taken by Hydra. When he finds him strapped to a metal slab and moments from death, Steve faces the choice: either let his childhood best friend - and the love of his life - die, or turn him and condemn his soul.

The First Avenger (ao3) - shestepsintotheriver steve/bucky M, 73k

Summary: "Steve Rogers neither begins nor ends with Captain America. Before all that, before the fame and the horror and the loss, Steve is just another hungry kid from Brooklyn. Braver than most—or more bull-headed, depending on who you ask—but pretty average. Discounting the bad heart, the bad lungs, the bad temper, or at least that’s what Bucky always says when Steve does something really stupid, but he'll always add ‘the best guy I ever known’ at the end of the list."

The story of the First Avenger with almost all the bits from the movie, then several additions to canon.

The Guest (ao3) - orphan_account steve/darcy, jane/thor, bucky/sam M, 113k

Summary: “Darcy…?”

Her focus snapped back to Steve, fear now dominating her face. “Steve, I’m going to ask you something and it’s probably going to be…strange.”

He nodded, already having an idea as to what she may be getting ready to ask.

“When, am I?”

“It’s September 30th, 1942.”

Darcy hung her head, hiding her face from him and Steve as her shoulders shook. It was only a couple of moments later that she righted herself, hiding her shock and heartbreak behind a wry expression.

“Well, fuck me sideways. I’m not really sure how to go forward from here.”

there's nothing left of you (ao3) - notallbees steve/bucky, peggy/steve, bucky/omc E, 22k

Summary: Bucky’s having a hard time reconciling Captain America with the friend he left behind in Brooklyn. It’s bad enough that every time he closes his eyes he sees the inside of a torture chamber. Now, every time he opens them again, he sees a stranger with Steve Rogers’ eyes and smile.

The Way You Say My Name (ao3) - OhCaptainMyCaptain steve/bucky E, 10k

Summary: “Oh God… Oh… Buck…”

Steve says his name differently the moment Bucky gets his mouth on him. Breathless… Desperate… Bucky’s heard his name by moaned, be gasped, be screamed - in a number of different voices, by a number of different people. But none of them say his name the way Steve does.

Steve whimpers. He’s always been that way. Maybe it’s due to the fear of getting caught, or maybe that’s just how he is in general... If they could truly be alone, if there was no one around to risk hearing them, or catching them, or outing them… If Steve had the freedom to be as loud or as quiet as he wanted to be; could choose it… How would he say Bucky’s name? Would it come out like a sob, or a prayer, or maybe still a secret? Would it awaken the Heavens with its volume, or be whispered just for Bucky’s ears? Would Steve look him in the eyes while his lips formed around the syllables? Or would they roll up into his head without control?

Bucky wishes he knew. That he could know. But since it’s not an option, he’ll always just be grateful for being able to hear Steve say his name like this in general – and when Steve whimpers it, that’s the way Bucky likes best.

This Is My Last Breath (ao3) - FlyByNightGirl steve/bucky N/R, 731k

Summary:

☆ War stories, laughter, dances, disasters, stars. Family, fall out boy, falling, nightmares and two broken hearts.

(There's a double love story about two boys with 70 missing years in between - somehow Sergeant James Barnes became The Winter Soldier, and this is how.)

Truth, Justice, and the Cheating Cheater Way (ao3) - owlet peggy/steve T, 4k

Summary: Don't play cards with Captain America. Just don't. Especially if you've pissed him off recently.

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so winter can find his way home

pairing - curtis everett x woc!reader 

w/c - 1k

summary - curtis finds his way back to you 

warnings - 18+, reference to past trauma, mental health, mentions of physical violence, smut, fluff, hurt/comfort 

a/n - wow this is my first little curtis fic that isn’t just porn. this takes place at the end of snowpiercer, after the train crashed. now, I am a huge slut for the grumpy guy & sunshine girl trope, so this sort of embodies that. also, this is a standalone fic, but I’m thinking about expanding these two into their own little universe with other little drabbles. I hope you enjoy hehe :) 

also, a huge huge huge shout out to @jtargaryen18 Out of Darkness and @sweater-daddiesdumbdork Life is Short so Make it Sweet & Life After Snowpiercer & Wilford’s Demands, who are responsible for my obsession with this man LOL (everyone go check out their masterlist RIGHT. NOW.) 

::edit:: I started this like a year ago LMAO

Italics reference the past 

Please leave comment/reblog to let me know what you think! 

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Curtis was like this sometimes, cold and abashed. Disconnected. Like a stray animal newly taken away from it’s home. You knew not to pry, pushing him to open up will only cause him to shelter into himself to avoid engulfing you into his gloomy aura.

It was hard for Curtis to pull himself out of the dark memories that routinely plagued his brain. Reasonably so, the memories of the tail-end and crash of the train bonding his despair deep into his bones. It was all his fault, wasn’t it? 

He was the reason Edgar was dead. 

He was the reason the engine stopped. 

He was the reason his people are trying to survive in the remains of the train. 

“No”, you told him gently as you slowly cradled his face. Even after years together he still tried to hide his feelings from you. He was the reason the tail-end was now free. He was the reason Wilford was dead. And he was the reason they had a chance at life again. 

While only a few years older than you, you and Curtis met after you boarded the train. The initial chaos of the first few months on the train had left all many passengers in a state of frenzy and distrust. 

But you were something different weren’t you? Lending a helping hand where you could, and spending your days trying to keep the children occupied. In the beginning, you were truly just a child yourself, so how wise could one be at age of 15 anyway, you remarked. No, maybe you weren’t wise, Curtis thought. You are compassionate and determined, and you were his light. 

Curtis watched you as you tried the gather the children together to get into line. Sending each of them a gentle smile as you managed to bring them together. Your heart went out for them. Curtis saw it in your eyes. The love you had for these children, and your underlying fear for their future 

Yes, Curtis saw you. He had seen you before, helping out with the children as much as you could. Now he was really taking a look at you. Dark hair, the caramel-beige colour of your skin, and the radiant smile you would occasionally send his way when you caught him starring. The layers of your thick clothes hide your curves underneath. The same curves Curtis would eventually find himself caressing every night as you soundly slept against him in his tiny cot. 

He could hear Gilliam’s voice at the back of his mind. “Curtis, my boy. She would be good for you. We all deserve our little pieces of wonder even after all of this. Why don’t you just try?”. 

“You know why I can’t.” Curtis stoically whispers back. 

Yes. It is better to hold a woman with both hands 

He knew he didn’t deserve you, not after what he did. So he kept his distance. Separating himself for the four corners of the cold locomotive was easy enough. Their routine was never set in stone. Try to sleep, as the everlasting rumble of the train tracks keep their conscious wide awake through the night. 

You were such a light in their ever-evolving darkness, how would he ever make you happy? 

But love isn’t earned. Worthy is not something you have to be to deserve devotion from another. Curtis was learning this the hard way. 

What wasn’t hard? Loving you. It was so easy for him, it was so unlike their constant and familiar struggle it even made Curtis a little uncomfortable. You were well aware of his past, hell you were there living it with him. Yet, you always had the same gleam of hope and curiosity in your eyes when your gaze fell on him. 

While you were all surrounded by the trauma that came with living in the tail-end, it seemed so archaic for Curtis to have his dark days slow him down. After all, you had all suffered. He had to lead his people now. A few days after the crash, most of the residents of the tail end dispersed themselves through various rooms that were previously occupied by the front-end passengers. Luckily, one of the remaining passengers of the front-end had enough mechanical experience to fix the damaged back up generators that ran underneath the foundation of the train. Each section was equipped with enough energy to keep the water melting/recycling system and electricity running for the next year. After the explosion, a portion of the healthy men sought after whatever hints of life they would find outside the four walls of the train. To their surprise, the people were able to fall within a routine fairly quick. 

Even then, there is still work to be done, he would tell himself. 

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Your kisses. Your kisses gave him energy, he tells you.

You found him sitting on the thick cushion of the chair sitting in the corner of your dimly lit bedroom. Closing his eyes as you gently climb into his lap, he felt your fingers run up and down his arms before stopping to rest on his chest. You knew what he needed, Curtis retreated into himself enough times for you to help him pull himself out. 

He frowned as you climbed into his lap. Distancing himself from you to avoid pulling you into his darkness. Your fingers remained on his skin. Feeling the way his energy wants to be fed, wanting to find a friend. 

His body felt tense under the first press of your lips against his, posture rigid as an attempt to keep up his guard. His reluctant spirit slowly wafted away as you submerge yourself deeper into his greed. 

You made it hard for him to know anything else but you in moments like his. Your sounds, gasps, and hues. Just you. 

The press of his sweat-soaked skin against yours, gently rutting up into you as his heavy grunts fell out of his mouth into yours. 

“Open your eyes” You mumble against his lips. He cries out and does as you said. Pushing deeper, your hips snap against his.

He’s disoriented. Savouring the feelings of his warmth blossoming into your core, you stayed for a moment, chest-to-chest, breathing in each others air as you calmed down from your high. Slowly, he brought his unfocused vision up to you. His breath hitching when he finds a mirrored devotion in the decadent brown swirls of your eyes. I’m here with you, they seemed to say. 

Winter had found his way home. 

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1k Fics Masterlist

A Game of Proposal (ao3) - imaginativecurls michael/calum G

Summary: Calum couldn’t figure out how to propose to Michael, so he settles for the laziest option. He’s going to see how long it takes Michael to notice an engagement ring on his finger when he wakes up from a nap.

A sweet kiss from your strawberry lips (ao3) - livefastdiehung ot4 N/R

Summary: Luke’s lip gloss tastes like strawberries, he wants his boys to know it.

Beside You (ao3) - iCheeseYou (EHkook) michael/luke G

Summary: Michael sneaks into Luke's room while the blond is sleeping just so he can lie beside him.

can i tell you a secret? (ao3) - prophecygrl michael/calum T

Summary: “You’re so pretty, Calum,” Michael slurred. As always, Michael was the first one to get completely shit faced at the party. “Thanks, Mikey. So are you,” Calum sighed, holding Michael upright so he didn’t face plant. “No, like, really pretty. Your lips are probably the prettiest,” Michael said.

Complete Mess (ao3) - no_clue_who luke/ashton E

Summary: Ashton looked amazing. Ashton always looked amazing but right now, Luke couldn’t think because of how good he looked. Ashton had decided leather pants were the best move for tonight, leather pants that wrapped around his thigh oh so nicely.

He couldn’t handle the sight of Ashton. Every time they saw him, they needed to do something.

Ashton wasn’t helping, the permanent smile on his face had turned into something to tease Luke.

or how not to do a late night performance

Feeling This (ao3) - stelleshine michael/luke E

Summary: Luke loves being in Bali, except for one thing. He can’t have alone time with Michael, and it hurts because Michael is so beautiful.

I’ll be there, time and place (ao3) - jbhmalum michael/calum T

Summary: Calum gets home from work to a sick Michael. He takes care of them.

i want your midnights (ao3) - bellawritess luke/ashton, michael/calum T

Summary: Luke maintains that truth or dare is a dumb game. Michael says he’s just a buzzkill, which might be true, but it doesn’t mean Luke is wrong. Truth or dare is dumb.

This is, unfortunately, the unpopular opinion of the people at this New Year’s party, so here they are anyway, in a circle on the floor, playing it.

just dance (gonna be okay) (ao3) - kingscrossinseptember michael/luke T

Summary: Michael doesn’t have the fear of elevators falling that so many of his fellow college students have. He understands why the fear comes from; elevators are small and there is the possibility of getting trapped in one, even though it would most likely be for a very short amount of time. But Michael’s done his research and knows that it’s practically impossible for modern elevators to go into free-fall, and he’s pretty sure that considering how many people an elevator is designed to hold, it’d be very hard for anything he does while alone to have an effect. So, whenever he finds himself alone in an elevator while listening to music, he’s more than happy to use the opportunity to have a mini dance party.

Kisses For Everyone (ao3) - The_Lady ot4 T

Summary: That blonde boy keeps kissing a bunch of different guys. Hallie's getting a little worried for his boyfriend.

or ot4 from the pov of a girl who does not know they're a polycule.

lay low in our lazy luxury (ao3) - bellawritess michael/calum T

Summary: “Maximum comfort,” they explain, completely misinterpreting the sceptical look on Calum’s face.

Calum pries the last waffle off the iron and settles it atop the stack on the plate. “I wasn’t wondering about the jumpers, you idiot, I’m wondering why Monopoly was your choice. Are you trying to break up with me?”

Michael laughs. “It’ll be fun!”

(let me be) your teddy bear (ao3) - no_clue_who luke/ashton G

Summary: Luke tapped his nails against the glass counter, the cinnamon sugar mix covering his apron. He was bored, the mall was empty and he had to stay there even if it was deserted.

or a build-a-bear/auntie anne's au

Live Like This Forevermore (ao3) - FayeHunter luke/ashton T

Summary: Luke and Ashton spent a lazy morning together

Mile High (ao3) - lovelylarry (leeanndarling) michael/ashton N/R

Summary: Michael teases Ashton and gets him hard before their 15 hour flight home. Ashton doesn’t appreciate it one bit.

(But Michael takes care of him on the plane because he’s a loving boyfriend like that)

New Years Day (ao3) - no_clue_who luke/ashton T

Summary: Ashton knew throwing a New Years eve party was so fucking cliché, but he wanted to cap off an incredible year with a celebration that showed everyone how incredible the year had been. They’d finished their next album, Luke and him finally figured themselves out and he had gotten better.

Or how not to throw a New Years eve party

permanent jet lag (ao3) - kingscrossinseptember michael/luke G

Summary: Meanwhile, Luke had tried sitting in practically every position he could in his cramped airplane seat and, as far as Michael knew, had yet to drift off for more than a couple minutes at a time. Michael glanced over to see Luke burrowing his face into Ashton’s shoulder. His neck was bent at an awkward angle and he was more hunched over than Quasimodo. To put it simply: he looked like crap.

Plaid Shirts and Morning Kisses (ao3) - beendreaminglikeafool michael/luke T

Summary: Luke wears one of Michael’s plaid shirts.

special (ao3) - orphan_account calum/ashton N/R

Summary: ashton finds calum sleeping on a park bench, so he takes him home and makes him feel special

there's glitter on the floor after the party - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) michael/ashton T

Summary: The aftermath of Michael and Ashton's first new year's eve party as a married couple.

Win or lose I'm screwed (Malum) (ao3) - petalrock michael/calum T

Summary: “We’re not dying,” Calum says, not looking up from where he’s tightening the straps on his armor. It’s a nervous habit. His armor is on perfectly fine, but Michael knows better than to say anything; Calum will just get all red and flustered. Actually, Michael kind of does want to say something. “And if we did, we’re not becoming ghosts. We’re probably ending up in the Fields of Asphalt, or whatever.”

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Yay! I'm glad this little mini-series has captured your attention 🥰 By the time it's done, it'll be full fic length, lol. I think a lot of people are enjoying the little parts, and it's a lot easier for me to get one out once a week. Now, you get a small glimpse into my writing life 😅 Almost 1k words a week... so you can imagine how long it takes me to write a whole length fic! But I digres.

The Comet and Cara seen was very emotional, and I'm glad other people found it emotional too. I'm trying to show the situation from multiples angles, and throwing Comet into the mix, definitely helped bring things to a deeper level.

So, about the apartment. Psychologically speaking, it's better for them not to touch a scene like that. I know it sounds harsh, but the emotional turmoil one goes through after losing a close loved-one, like a spouse, is immense. Something as simple as cleaning up the dishes could make it seem like their loved one was "erased". Not in all situations, mind you, but probably a case-by-case basis.

Wolffe needs to process through his emotions, and part of that is facing the truth of his wife's death. If his brothers cleaned everything up before he got home, two things could've happened: distress or denial. Distress that the last things his wife touched, her last moments, are gone forever; washed down a drain and scrubbed clean from his life. Or denial that maybe it didn't happen at all; just a bad dream that he'll wake up from soon.

There are stories of parents who have lost children and have kept their child's bedrooms in the same exact state from when they were lost. It's sad, but that's how some people choose to cope. I think them not cleaning it up was really out of love and respect for their commander. Allowing him to choose on his own time to process those feelings and work through them when he's ready.

Wow, that was a lot. Sorry! But there's so many deep things going on here and I want people to know that I don't just randomly write these things without adding some sort of layer of purpose 😅

Yeahhhhhh, I'm pretty sure Sinker felt really bad. His comment wasn't even rude or trying to be light-hearted. It was just conversation. Poor Wolffe is just frazzled right now.

So, I haven't really chosen an age for Cara yet. I am conflicted by my need to stay with the canon timeline and my need for good plot. Ideally, I would want her to be 4 or 5. However, the Clone Wars was like a three year ordeal... So, realistically, she can only be 3 at the most. If people can extend their imagination, then that would be cool, but it's hard for me to do that, which is why I haven't given her an official age.

My biggest consideration is that in real life, soldiers are deployed for a while. I don't think it's farfetched that Wolffe would be gone months at a time and only be home for a short period of time, like an extended weekend. And in that time, he needs to rest, find time with his wife, his other brothers, and his daughter. It's hard to get to know someone when you only see them a couple times a year... He probably missed her first words, her first steps, and a lot of other milestones.

I find Comet to be big-brother shaped. He's just so sweet and eager to help. It definitely comes natural to him. I think all clones have the dad-gene, but some have it more pronounced than others. He's probably only seen Cara a handful of times, but he absolutely adores her.

Yeah, I had to add just a tad bit more angst in the end, because it's not just that she lost her mother, it's that Wolffe really doesn't understand what a mother is, so how does he know what she really needs going forward? It's going to be very interesting to explore, to say the least.

The Wolfpack will make more appearances. We have plenty of things to go through, like Wolffe packing, moving to the Temple, the funeral, Wolffe getting deployed, etc. Stay tuned!

Thank you so much for reading, as always 💚💚💚

Where's Mommy?

Wolffe x Fem!Reader

Part 3

Summary: Wolffe's wife suddenly dies, leaving him a single father in the middle of a war.

Pairing: Wolffe x Fem!Reader

Characters: Wolffe, Cara (child OFC), Comet, Sinker, Boost

Tags & Warnings: heavy angst, mention of death, off-screen death, spousal death, reader is not the spouse, grief, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1k

Author's Note: This part isn't blatantly in-your-face sad as the previous two parts were, but instead, I would consider it a lingering sadness. Wolffe takes a back seat in this one while Comet and Cara take center stage. It's sweet, soft, and also bittersweet. Also, are these parts getting longer? Whoops... As always, please enjoy 💚

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

With Cara in one hand and his key card in the other, Wolffe scans the card to open their apartment door. While they were still at the med-center, Plo contacted some of Wolffe's closest brothers in the battalion to help him pack his and Cara's belongings in preparation to move into the Jedi Temple. They don't have to leave tonight, but in the morning they'll have to abandon their home and most of the things in it, since they can only take so much with them to the Temple.

Wolffe lets the door close behind him, then takes a deep breath to steady himself. He carries Cara past the kitchen, where dirty dishes from their dinner preparation lay still, but stops as he walks by the dinner table. Half-eaten, cold food, utensils littering the floor, a yanked table cloth, and a knocked over chair bring vivid images of his wife clutching her chest and gasping for breath back to his remembrance. He squeezes his eyes shut and walks into the living room.

Comet shoots up from the couch, smiles wide, and reaches out his arms to take Cara from Wolffe. "Ad'ika!" he says sweetly. He touches his forehead to hers and sways slowly while she settles against him. "You've gotten so big since the last time I saw you."

"She doesn't know what that means," Wolffe says as he stretches his arm and back muscles.

"You never taught her?" Sinker asks from his seat in the armchair.

"I'll add it to the list next to burying my cyare," Wolffe retorts.

Sinker, Comet, and Boost lower their eyes.

"That's not– I didn't mean–" Wolffe sighs, then slumps down onto the couch. He rubs his forehead to help relieve the growing tension. "You know how it is. Months away on missions and only a few rotations of leave. When did I have the time?"

"It's never too late to start," Boost says with a small smile from the other end of the couch.

"She barely knows me," Wolffe laments. "The only reason she recognizes me is because my wife shows her my picture every waking moment. I… I don't even know what her favorite color is."

Cara begins to squirm and fuss in Comet's arms.

Wolffe sighs and gets up from the couch. "It's way past her bedtime."

"I got it," Comet says. "Just do what you need to do."

Wolffe nods his thanks and sits back down onto the couch.

"Come on, sweetie," Comet says as he walks towards her bedroom. "It's sleepy time."

Comet enters the bedroom and flips the light switch on. Seeing that Cara is not in good spirits, he decides to try and change that. He flips Cara onto her stomach and flies her around the room while imitating gunship sounds. "LAAT coming in for a landing!" he exclaims before gently plopping her down onto the bed. She giggles and he smiles at a mission accomplished. "Alright, ad'i– sweetie, where are your pajamas?"

Cara points at the dresser against the far wall.

Comet opens the dresser drawer, and finds a couple of options. "Do you want the tooka ones or the…" he pauses to think. "You know, I'm not actually sure what those things are. Uh, pink or purple?"

Cara giggles again. "Purple."

"Weird creature it is," Comet says. He closes the drawer and gives the pajamas to Cara. "Can you put them on yourself?"

She looks up at him and blinks.

Comet raises an eyebrow. "You drive a hard bargain, ad'ika. Alright, arms up."

Comet helps Cara get out of her day clothes, which have a mixture of weird and unusual stains on them, and into her purple mystery creature pajamas. After she's ready for bed, he pulls the blanket back to let her nestle in, then tucks the sides of the blanket in around her. He brushes a piece of hair out of her face and smiles softly. "Good night, ad'ika."

"Comet," Cara says.

"Yeah, sweetie?" Comet asks.

"I need cloney," she says.

Comet tilts his head to the side. "Who's cloney?"

Cara sits up in bed and points to a shelf across the room. On the shelf is a little clone trooper doll with gray armor that has been worn from being well-loved.

Comet nods and gets up to grab the doll and bring it back to her.

She hugs the doll close and nestles herself back into bed.

"Does cloney have a name?" he asks as he sits down and tucks her back in.

"Daddy says I can't give him one," she says.

"Oh?" he questions.

"Only clones can," she says.

"Ah, I see," he says. "Well, you know, I'm a clone and I think cloney would love it if you gave him a name of his own."

"Maybe…" she trails off. "Do you know when mommy will come home?"

Comet tenses.

"Mommy always reads me a bedtime story," she continues.

Comet clears his throat. "I could read you a bedtime story. Would you like that?"

Cara looks up at him and for a moment Comet thinks he might break his composure.

"Okay," she says.

Comet sighs in relief and scoots across the floor to the bookshelf to grab one of the children's holo-books. He chooses one that has a lot of pictures in it and scoots back over next to the bed. He starts reading the holo-book to her and tries his best to make all of the character voices sound different and imitate all of the different noises. She giggles at his funny interpretations and, eventually, Cara dozes off and falls asleep.

When he's sure she's sound asleep, Comet ends the holo-book and watches her sleep for a moment. Cara still doesn't understand what has happened, and he can't imagine how she'll really feel when she figures out what it means for her mother to be dead. It pains his heart to think about it. They see death every day, their brothers blown to bits, but for a child to lose their mother? He doesn't even know what that means. None of them do.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

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| kinktober week two | ♱ final girl ♱ | slasher!steve rogers x reader |

synopsis: “for steve, you are a very special victim.”

wc: 1k

cw: dark content, fem reader, noncon, creampies, unprotected sex, biting, bruising, violence, minor character death, stalking, pet names (pretty girl, sweetheart), dacryphilia. I am not responsible for your consumption babes. NO MINORS.

author’s note: first dark fic i’ve ever shared, and for my day one fixation, captain america. there’s something wrong with him. i just know it.

♱ find the rest of my kinktober masterlist here ♱

Your head is spinning, the light from your neighbour’s halloween decorations cast your room in sickly orange and yellow light. Everything about it is making you ill, and you screw your eyes closed to keep your stomach from expelling its contents everywhere.

“Open your eyes, pretty girl. Please.” You can feel him shift over you, and when he pats your face, you open your eyes, glassy with tears, to stare at him. There’s sticky, drying blood covering the lower half of his face, and the dirty penny smell of it threatens to make you sick all over again. He smiles at you, perfect white teeth and pink lips, blonde hair and blue, blue eyes. 

“Go on, you can cry.” 

How magnanimous.

You’re covered in bite marks, some are shallow, some lightly bleed out of tender and broken skin. Where you aren’t bitten, there are hickeys, pockmarking his journey exploring your body, staking his claim on your throat and chest and hips and thighs. The bruises aren’t so bad, in the grand scheme of things, you can almost forget they exist when he isn’t pushing his thumb into them to watch you squirm.

Hell, they’re practically bug bites compared to the state of your boyfriend’s dead body downstairs.

He looms above you and he is so goddamn big, blocking out the hazy stream of your bedroom lights while he fucks you desperately. Hands roaming mindlessly, without purpose but with so much pleasure over the rise and curve of your stomach, your tits, your face.

You choke out, "Please don't hurt me." and his hips stutter, balls slapping against your ass and staying there, like he's trying not to come. You bear down on him, and a fresh wave of tears spills over your cheeks as you’re pushed over the edge, mind swimming in pain and sorrow and hot, hot heat. 

“Steve, please. I don’t want to d-”

"Shut up. Shut up. Please, shut the fuck up.” He groans, closing his hand around your tit and squeezing hard. He’s getting off on it, you realize. You want to live through this so badly, and that turns him on. “Can't -, I don't want to" he trails off when he starts pounding you again, the squelching, wet sounds of you taking him, letting him burrow deep within you filling the cramped, cluttered room, bouncing off your childhood toys and boy band posters. Your pink princess sheets are soaked with slick and sweat and two of his loads soaking your back that'd been displaced by the brutal thickness of his cock carving into you.

You grip at his arms as they hold you down, your nails digging into his skin, and he stops again, anchoring up and off you to peer at your face. 

"Be good, like I know you can be and it'll all be over soon. I promise."

Impossible.

You choke on your own sob, and bite down on your tongue to stop yourself from lashing out. He’s clearly sick in the head, and when this is all over, when he lets you go like he promised he would, you swear to god in heaven and the devil below that you’d wipe this all from your mind. You’d burn the sheets and maybe even your bed too. And a little voice in your head whispers over the sound of him messily, greedily fucking you open, that you’d need evidence, some way of proving that it was local hero, universally adored firefighter, Steven Grant Rogers that’d been killing people for the past year and a half. Steven Grant Rogers who had been stalking you for weeks in an unfamiliar brown sedan before he’d made his move. Steven Grant Rogers who’d taken his sweet time cutting your boyfriend to ribbons before he’d chased you up the stairs, two steps at a time and locked the bedroom door behind him, as if he was worried someone would interrupt. 

You didn’t need evidence. Because no one would believe you. If you even got the chance to tell them. 

Your body shudders, fear and pleasure tangling together and burrowing deep in the pit of your stomach, snagging on your insides like hooked burrs, only tearing free when he rips another orgasm from your overstimulated, woefully overworked body. 

“Good, so good sweetheart. There you are.” You can tell he loves it, the involuntary show of ecstasy, the way you’re too far gone to resist anymore, the way your legs wrap around his middle and push you ever closer without your permission.

But your permission doesn’t matter much, apparently.

His hands sink into your flesh so deeply you cry out, but what’s more bruises on top of the ones he’s already given you? What’s one more round of his seed fucked into you, soaking the walls of your cunt? What’s one more scream into the apathetic, inky black night?

Steve’s teeth dig into the flesh of your chest, then he laves the stinging spots with his tongue. A particularly rough thrust pushes you up the bed, and without missing a beat he follows your aching body, forcing your pussy to part around him, to welcome yet another rush of his cum within you. He tugs at your nipples with roughened fingers, calloused by the fireman’s axe he used to obliterate your front door. His lips cover your pulse, sucking hard at the skin, like he was trying to taste your heartbeat, erratic and sugar sweet. Your clit thrums, untouched and begging for attention, but Steve pulls out, rubbing the slick skin of his cock over the insides of your thighs. 

“You know, I was so sure I was going to have to slit your throat after this. And I didn’t want to, not when I knew you’d be tight, so sweet.” His voice is broken glass and black velvet, it cuts and soothes, wrings everything out of you before it forces you to swallow it all down, only restart the process all over again. 

“But now,” He sighs dreamily, whispering like he’s sharing a inside joke between two friends, “I have to keep you.”

when my husband proofread this he said i was sick. :)

[whichcouldmeannothing]

minnie's Very Good icemav fic rec list!

icemav is such a massive ship but its hard to find fics for it :((

so here are some i liked :))

(this list isnt definitive i have not read a lot, i know there are good ones I missed pls tell me If u have any good recs!!)

fics by @boasamishipper

when i see your face (oneshot, 1k+)

In which Maverick Mitchell wakes up from surgery, high on painkillers, and hits on his husband.

sweet! very cute! maverick rly is a dumb dumb boy

Word on the Street (oneshot, 1k+)

Sharon looks down at her wedding ring and says a prayer for the handsome Navy pilot that’s heading their way. He’s got no idea what he’s in for. / Or, Iceman and Maverick versus the Real Housewives of Fallon, Nevada.

look i also know nth about housewives but this is adorable and hilarious and sometimes we need an outsider pov, est relationship btw!

baby, baby i'd get down on my knees for you (co-written with @academicgangster or simplecoffee on ao3, multi-chapter, 18k)

Or, the Wooing of Iceman Kazansky by a Very Smol Mr. Darcy

(Five times Maverick proposed to Iceman, and one time Iceman accepted.)

OH M,YGOD YOU DONT UNDERSTAND THIS FIC MAKES ME LOSE MY MIND AN DIE AND CRY AND ITS SO SWEET AND ADORABLE AND I MISS THEM SM HGBGKLDS

between the lines of fear and blame (oneshot, 1k+)

Out of all the things Maverick had expected to eventually kill him — getting caught in someone’s jetwash, being shot out of the sky, his plane’s engine exploding — getting shot by one of his students in a civilian bar didn’t even make the top ten.

He never expected Ice to take a bullet for him, either.

There's a first time for everything.

extreme whump extreme, most icemav fics hurt mav and i think mav deserves a little better. just a little. this is good also

fics by @susiecarter

and gamble for the sun (one-shot, 1k+)

It's like this: Maverick and the Iceman make bets, sometimes.

OH MY GODDD OH MY GOD THE TENSION THE IDIOTS IDIOT OT LIKE 3K ITSLOVELY AND SO SO GOOD PERFECT TENSION AND EVERYTHING (in my notes I wrote that they write rly good summaries I just wanted to tell you that)

A Shared Cup (one-shot, 7k+)

It was only a training exercise.

It was only supposed to be a training exercise.

hard 2 exp but its a soulbond au and I LOVE THOSE I LOVE THOSE I LOVE THOSE READ THIS NOW AND GO INSANE W ME

fics by @compacflt

this isnt like a thing about the fics but on ao3, the profile says commander of the pacific fleet (wouldn't that be hilarious if the actual compacflt were on ao3? national security hazard) and that's possibly the funniest thing I've read today

Easier Said Than Done (100k+, series)

"So you just wanna be the best at everything, huh?"

"Yes," Kazansky says seriously, then, confused, squints at him. "Don't you?"

"Of course not," Maverick says. "I just wanna be the bestpilot."

"Huh," says Kazansky, wondering if there's a difference betweenMaverickandMitchell. "Maybe you shoulda stayed at TOPGUN, then."

(Or: Tom Kazansky rises through the ranks while trying to stay a good man. If he ever was one to begin with.) (When We Get Around To Talking About It, 65k+)

"We can start here, I guess. If we're talking about us," Pete says. "Nineteen-eighty-six. The first thing I thought, when I saw you in that O-club, was: Iceman isoff-limits.Capital O, capital L."

Despite himself, despite the fear, Tom laughs a little. "Oh, yeah? Why's that?"

"Well, first off, we were competition. And yeah, you were attractive, but then you opened your mouth and I swear. You were just an asshole. Goose is trying to introduce you to me and here I am thinking about how much of an asshole you are. Shut up about Cougar, asshole."

"It was supposed to be a friendly competition!"

"Yeah, right. So that's what I was thinking: he's attractive, clearly doesn't know how to talk to other men, might be into the proposition if I framed it the right way. But he's an asshole, so this competition is just gonna befriendly." Pete pauses. Then he says, "Ice, you wanna get married?"

And that's how they start talking about it.

(Or: they finally get around to talking about it. And Maverick's got a couple extra memories.) (Debriefing (& Other Stories), 60k+)

look its rly long. but this whole series is wonderful. if ican ever print out one top gun fic to have and to hold irl I would buy more paper and print both of these ones. absolutely lovely and it doesn't feel long its just a good good good time and the classic icemav fic

ALSO HONOURABLE MENTION

Kings of the Air (@fabula-unica, 20k+)

Fighting and fucking: two things he did extraordinarily well. How could he have known what the effect would be when you combined the two?

ABSOLUTE HERITAGE FIC EVERY ICEMAV SHIPPER HAS TO LIVE AND BREATHE THIS FIC OH MY GODDD SO LOVELY SO SO SOS LOVELY read this fic. it has been waiting 12 years for you

ao3 etiquette is in order, if you liked it, leave a kudos and a comment :D I hope you enjoy these fics as much as I did !

[sashi-ya]

𝑵𝒔𝒇𝒘 ~ 𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒖𝒃𝒖𝒔! 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒐 𝒙 𝑺𝒖𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒃𝒖𝒔! 𝑭! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ~ 𝑬𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝑩𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅

So, tumblr decided to mess up my post and because of it the answer had to be delete it T-T But I still have a copy of the request! so...

@the-witch-of-one-piece asked: Hello, Sashi my love !!! <3 My soul sister love you boo!!! I'm excited about this event!! I know you have been working really hard on it!! I'm so proud of you love !!!! if possible request Incubus Marco x Succubus fem readerwith the kinks breeding, praising kink and creampie, in meido Can you fall in love in hell? please love! Thank you so much, my love. You have been truly an amazing person and I love you so much babes!!!

HEWOO MY SOUL SISTER!!! so here I am with your Marco making a baby with you for this fic 🙊🙊🙊 I hope you enjoy and like it baby!! I love you my friend!! 💖

➡ Tw: nsfw. written in third person, "she" instead of "you". creampie, praising kink, breeding. ➡ wc: 1k ➡ Want more? visit the masterlist

This is the story of two sinners that went to Hell, they were in love, so in love. Sinners that promised never separate, sinners bound forever, even after death…

It took them long to find the other after they passed away, holding hands as humans did nothing to free souls. Souls that forget, but souls that somehow are still connected.

Meido isn’t as terrible as hell, they say. And in both cases it’s fun to stay there. You can reincarnate in different places each time, maybe humans again, sometimes animals, others are meant to be angels, other demons.

Ahh… demons, how many types of them are? A lot!  There are oni, there are some cute fluffy ones, the yokai. Other are scary, some of them return to the living world to torment humans, and others are those in charge to procreate. The King of Hell needs more demons, but frankly he sends Incubi and Succubi to earth just to satiate the hunger for sin they have.  Hunger for sin, and for sex. Demons of concupiscence, of lust, that are supposed to quench their desires with humans… even if sometimes they can’t stop themselves with the ones of their own kind…

“We shouldn’t… but I can’t stop myself” the beautiful succubus says, as she kisses him. The blonde incubus, whom hands are all around her has already accepted his faith. He is obsessed with that demon; he needs her, and no human could ever satisfy him.

“I don’t care how many times they scold us; I will fuck humans if they want… but they can’t prohibit me from fucking you-yoi” he says, pushing the succubus against the warm stone wall of their cell. Cell they’ve been put on as a punishment. See, in Hell rules are non-existent, but in Meido is a little different… though, who would put two sinners together when everything they want is to be together? That’s the real punishment… for every time they break the rules, they add one day more of lockdown.

“They want demons? Let’s give it to them, the purer kind of” she says, pulling him closer, both skins sweaty, sticking to each other, as the heat of the arousal grows stronger. “You want me to fuck you until I put my seed inside of you, my goddess?” he asks, panting with his hardness against her lower belly.

She smirks, eyes on fire like her core. Sharp fangs ready to carve marks on his neck. “Do it, Marco…” she begs, licking the lower lip of his lover. “It will be a pleasure-yoi”.

No clothes, they don’t need them. The whole purpose of their punishment is to resist the urge of sin. Marco uses his beautiful white teeth to nibble on her nipples, he pulls softly but hard enough to make her shiver and moan. Moans that echo all around, that makes every sinner aroused from only listening to them.

His finger travel down her body, praising each bump of her anatomy. Marco enjoys the soft touch of her skin over his fingertips. Fingertips that soon get wet by his lover sweet honeys. He plays with her folds, up and down, and sometimes around. Marco smirks, making her weak, weak for the need, week for the… love she feels. Love? Can demons love? Is that even possible?

One of Marco’s hands traps her wrists over her head, as the other masturbates her. Finger up and down her entrance, making her legs tremble. He drools, he is frothing for her, demonic lust that is even stronger than any human’s.

She whines under his touch, the more he fingers her, the more she feels like her walls spasm and stretch. And she needs him inside, to fulfil her hunger. “Fuck me. Fuck me Marco~” she pleads.

“Already, my beautiful succubus?” he asks, knowing too well he needs it as much as she does. “Well, well-yoi…” he whispers, caressing her clit with the tip of his sex. “You want it inside?” he says, as he guides his shaft towards her entrance. She squirms, her legs moving so it finally slides inside her wet cave.

Marco waits long enough, that feels more like an eternity, to let himself get fully inside her. But first, only a little bit of his sex penetrates her, pushing up to make his lover mewl. The pressure and the need for more, the stimulation she already received was preparing her for climax, drop by drop, little by little.

Her legs round his hips, strongly pulling himself in, making him go deep, deep inside her. She can feel his big size stretching her walls, fulfilling her to no extent. Both lips press as they start making out and his hips drilling on her. Thrust by thrust, they get a step closer to heaven.

Thrusts that light the spark of her insides, and the so needed release arrives for her body. She squirms, and moans, she pulls his lip, she whines into his mouth. Marco grunts, swallowing her pleasure screams, feeling the milking motion of her walls clenching to his sex. “More…” she begs, as if her orgasm wasn’t enough, and Marco will give it to her.

“More? More, you want more, my beautiful goddess?” he asks, as he fucks her with harder motions, faster in and out ramming, beasty strikes that makes her climax last for as long as he wished for. But, just like her, his body also succumbs to pleasure, and pure ecstasy hit his anatomy… the perfect occasion to impregnate her, to fill her up with his warm sinful seed.

“I’m coming…” he mumbles, biting her neck. “Fill me up, and make sure to put a baby in me, Marco” she pleads, burying her heel into his back so he can’t pull off. Although, there is no need. Marco wants to creampie her as much as he does, he wants to put a baby inside her, badly… and oh, he does…

He moans, and grimaces. His frown only shows pure love, the grunts getting louder, her hips making himself go deep, deeper than ever. Trembling he comes, flooding her insides, making them warm.  “My sweet queen, hold it inside. I love you…”

And just like she feels the pressure on her womb, she shivers… “I love you” he said, and flashbacks of her past life make her realize that their souls were still bound one to the other… Until death do us apart? It’s just a myth…

“I love you too, my love… eternally~”

[haikyuu-library]

haikyuu fic recs #2

a compilation of all the fics i recced from 17-27 june. you can find part one here. this mainly includes iwaoi, kagehina, kuroken, a couple of bokuaka and satuatsu, and a few extra others. enjoy!!

(note: the ‘others’ section of this rec list will include gen fics, fics that feature multiple ships, and any ships that have less than 1k works solely dedicated to it on ao3. matsuhana is included in this because i’ve only recced like 1 this week and it’d be weird if i gave them a section of their own lmao

also: the rec is rather long, so majority of the fics will be included after the cut.)

Spending all, spending all my time (loving you) by Hyeyu

Completed | G | 3.5k

The fastest speed ever recorded for a volleyball serve is 82 mph by the Bulgarian professional Matey Kaziyski. Bokuto’s own serve is around 75 mph on a good day.

The stranger in the empty concrete lot behind Bokuto’s apartment building receives 72.4 mph of volleyball with the side of his head.

In which Bokuto Koutarou plays volleyball at university, and Akaashi Keiji is a dimension traveller.

Operation BokuAka by kazzydolyn

Completed | T | 5.9k

After spending two whole years watching Bokuto and Akaashi pine for one another, the rest of the Fukuroudani Volleyball Club has had enough. When everyone meets up for a reunion dinner, the team decides to play matchmaker and finally get the two of them together.

Unfortunately, their plan starts to fall apart when they discover that Akaashi is already dating someone. And apparently so is Bokuto. What a strange coincidence.

OR: the fic where the Fukuroudani team tries to play matchmaker because they don’t know that Bokuto and Akaashi are already secretly together.

I'll give a bouquet to these unending days by sparksandsalt

Completed | G | 6.5k

Even so, there is a compartment of his heart where he stashes away the memories he cannot bear to inspect for too long, for fear that his mind, as always, will calculate the very worst outcome. On one shelf: the gray hair he found at his temple a few days ago. In a deeper alcove: the startled look on his grandmother’s face when she had forgotten his name for a moment too long when he last visited her. In a hidden room, maybe even a full annex shut away from the rest of his heart: Keiji’s entire sixteenth year, when a boy with incandescent eyes told him that they were the protagonists of the world, and Keiji had believed it.

Akaashi attends the MSBY Black Jackals - Schweiden Adlers game without informing anyone (other than his long-suffering invitee Tenma Udai)

bitter by silvercistern

Completed | G | 14.0k

He accepted his classmate’s chocolates gracefully, then declared his lack of interest with as much dignity as he could muster. She deserved the courtesy. At least she’d acknowledged that Valentine’s Day was all about her, and not about him in the slightest.

Because if any of these girls had taken the time to actually get to know him, they’d quickly realize something even more important than his lack of interest in girls.

And that was that Akaashi hated sweets.

Winner Takes it All by pancake_surprise

Completed | T | 3.9k

BOB: Are they both on one knee? And yet still wrestling each other somehow?

DICK: Just WHAT is going on between Argentina’s setter and Japan’s athletic trainer?

MIYA ATSUMU: Seriously, guys, is anyone going to tell me what’s going on?

BOKUTO: Shhh, it’s just getting good!

IWAIZUMI: Tooru- Shittykawa I just started! You can’t cry already!

dream a little dream of me by desdemona (starblessed)

Completed | T | 9.8k

“so i accidentally summoned an incubus and you show up with your engine running, but see the problem is i’m actually asexual and this is just sort of awkward for both of us.”

Iwaizumi’s life is hard enough. Accidentally getting contracted to a perpetually horny sex demon who doesn’t know the meaning of sleep and thinks milk bread is humanity’s greatest creation is the worst possible thing that could happen to him. Falling in love with him? Alright – maybe that’s the worst thing.

Puzzleball by carriecmoney

Completed | T | 10.7k

Set in the tiered roof of an Upper Ring family home, framed by forest-green tiles and gutter gilt, is a wide ricepaper window that is never closed.

Avatar!AU set during the 100 Years’ War. Dai Li!Iwaizumi/Earth Kingdom peerage!Oikawa.

Terrarium by sausaged

Completed | T | 11.4k

He’s practically a professional at being proactive (lies, lies, and lies when it comes to Iwaizumi).

At this point, is he really happy with just staying best friends forever? Will he be writing journals and collecting rocks forever (he will, he knows, but that is aside from the point)?

Can he really tag his Instagram photos with #YOLO if he doesn’t actually put that phrase into practice?

A story about Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, plants, and rocks.

how to let your planets align by tether (tothemoon)

Completed | T | 15.9k

It is the last day on earth, December 2nd, 1985, when you realize you’re in love with him.

They Say it Rains Diamonds on Jupiter by exsao

Completed | T | 35.2k

“You’re in love with him.”

Hajime considers denying it. He considers deliberately choking on his drink to express surprise, to create a distraction by spitting onto the man in front of him’s pristine white shirt and causing a commotion. Instead, he swallows his mouthful of soda and heaves a small sigh once his mouth is free.

“Yeah,” he says instead.

He’s never been good at lying, anyway.

Build A Temple In Me by Authoress

Completed | T | 39.8k

Up the mossy mountain steps, past the komainu guardians and the faded red gate, and beyond the boundaries of the green shrine—that’s where the forest and the spirit world within it lies. That’s were Hajime met him, and where their story began.

But intertwining of destinies can be ugly business, Hajime finds, when their first meeting begins with blood and the too-human eyes of a beast.

[STANDALONE]

the way our horizons meet by skiecas

Completed | T | 43.8k

When Hajime is nineteen, he arrives in California near the trail end of summer, a little bit lost, eager to chase his dreams, and unaware he’s in love with his best friend.

Beautiful People Will Ruin Your Life by todxrxki

Completed | T | 3.2k

Kuroo Tetsurou runs a private Twitter account where he's constantly tweeting about how desperately in love he is with Kozume Kenma. Little does he know that Kenma sees all the tweets and keeps referencing the account in an attempt to get Kuroo to confess to him. / Or, five times Kuroo didn't notice Kenma hinting about his private Twitter account, and one time he finally did.

Richer than milk, sweeter than honey by redroseinsanity

Completed | T | 3.6k

Everyone always tells you not to give your name to a faerie, but nobody ever told Tetsurou not to give his heart.

Alternatively: How to bargain with a faerie and accidentally fall in love

the things that get caught in the valves of his heart by ghostpot

Completed | T | 4.0k

Emotional competency is not exactly Kuroo’s strong suit. Kenma finds it quite amusing.

even if you’re ahead for a bit, i will catch up by ghostpot

Completed | G | 4.7k

Kuroo first confesses when they’re sticky-fingered, wide-eyed kids, and subsequently every day after that. Kenma takes a while to come around.

Accidentally In Love by todxrxki

Completed | T | 5.1k

Kuroo frowns, but then slowly, the corners of his mouth lift up into a smirk. “Well, if it’s so unbelievable, why don’t we give it a try?” Kenma glances up at him curiously. “What do you mean?” “Let’s do the 36 questions to fall in love,” Kuroo says, still smirking stupidly. “If we don’t fall in love, then you’re right, it’s bullshit. But if we do somehow…” Kuroo waggles his eyebrows. “Then I win.” / Kuroo decides he and Kenma should do the 36 questions to fall in love as a joke, but they both start to realize they might actually be in love already.

top 10 worst pet names by Eskarina

Completed | T | 9.0k

Kuroo has the decency to look confused, but Yaku seems to have made up his mind. “Tell me you two aren’t actually dating.”

Stunned silence fills the room. Finally, Kenma thinks, he can actually get a word in and clear up the situation. He opens his mouth to speak when he catches Kuroo’s sleazy grin in the corner of his eye, and his blood runs cold.

Alternatively: What if your team was too stupid to tell the difference between a wasp sting and a hickey and your best friend thought that was the perfect prank opportunity?

Show A Little Faith by minijhi

Completed | G | 13.9k

“Why are you sending me a singing Valentine telegram?“ Kenma asks, mouth flattened. "It’s six months until Valentine’s Day.”

“I bought a dwarf over the summer to use as cupid.” Kuroo says. “I figured he could use some practice.”

-

Presenting Kenma as the Boy-Who-Lived, whose living becomes a lot more interesting when Ravenclaw Prince Kuroo Tetsurou starts sending him singing telegrams about defeating the Dark Lord.

you’re the brake lines failing (as my car swerves off the freeway) by ghostpot

Completed | T | 15.0k

Kenma thinks that Kuroo looks ugly with his head bent against the arm of the couch like that. Then Kenma thinks that he wants to marry him, and is promptly thrown into the 5 stages of grief.

komorebi by moonseul

Completed | G | 16.8k

Against better judgement Kuroo follows Oikawa’s suggestion of getting a summer job and they end up working in a large multistory electronic goods store in bustling Ikebukuro. Oikawa is, not surprisingly, placed in the women’s beauty section, while Kuroo has been relegated to the video game department. So, he spends the rest of his summer trying to convince himself that things will get better. (Spoiler: It does.)

teach me the way home by icespyders

Completed | T | 22.1k

Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because — because — I don’t know how to say it: a day is long and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Kuroo and Kenma grow up in transit.

they don’t know you like i do by murakamism

Completed | T | 3.8k

Team Japan’s oddball duo as seen by the rest of the world

(Or: Kageyama Tobio is bad at interviews, Oikawa’s still out to get him, Hinata is great with fans, and loves jumping onto Kageyama on live TV after winning games. Not that Kageyama minds)

now it seems as though we speak a completely different language (but you’ll always be as beautiful as the moment that we met) by jublis

Completed | NR | 7.7k

It’s hard to find something that belongs only to yourself when you’re a kid. You scrape all your edges to fit into something else’s corners, and then turns out it wasn’t even what you were looking for in the first place. Being a person is such hard, hard work. No one knows that better than children who are too much.

(When a boy is left alone for too long, he hungers.

That’s Shouyou’s first answer.)

Or, Hinata Shouyou learns how to stand on his own two legs. Featuring one too many complicated emotions, Kageyama Tobio, and hunger.

love to lay here lazy by rinpanna

Completed | M | 8.8k

“So, apparently Twitter has a thing called ‘Kagehina Day’ where a bunch of our fans share writing and art and whatever of us, and it’s today,” Shouyou says, scrolling down the tag’s feed. He finds a particular thread that caught his eye earlier, holding his phone up for Tobio to see. “Stuff like this.”

Tobio squints at the screen, brows furrowing. “‘Every time Kageyama and Hinata Smiled At Each Other During the Schedwein Adlers vs MSBY Black Jackals Match, November 2018’,” Tobio reads aloud, face contorting into that endearing constipated look he often wears when he’s confused. Fingers wrapping around Shouyou’s wrist, he brings the phone closer to his face. “These are real?”

Shouyou breaks into a smile. “I don’t know, they could be fake. Hard to believe you smiled this much, Scowly-yama.”

Meta AU where Shouyou and Tobio are together on Kagehina Day when Shouyou finds the Twitter tag. Shouyou gets a fandom-curated time capsule. Tobio gets a lesson in internet culture. #itsverysilly #theyreveryinlove

said you’re coming back home, boy, don’t feel so alone by jublis

Completed | T | 9.0k

The ball rolls gently on the ground, all the way to Tobio’s feet. He bends down to pick it up, and something in his blood sizzles like lightning. He looks at the leathery surface, then at his sister’s wild smile and neat hair; looks back at the court and the net, where the boys are running a spiking practice. Everyone else seems focused on the attackers, but Tobio’s eyes are zeroed on the one tossing. Set, connect, spike. Bang-bang-bang.

No one wins without the setter.

Tobio tosses the ball to Miwa and says, “Again.”

Or, Kageyama Tobio grows up, older, and not that much wiser at all. Featuring brothers and sisters, anger, connection, and that moment when someone finally catches up with you.

jellyfish by mysterytwin

Completed | G | 31.0k

At the beginning of his last year at Karasuno High School, Hinata Shouyou starts a list and calls it THINGS TO DO BEFORE GRADUATION, all with high hopes that he’ll be able to complete it before his time runs out.

Chaotic Neutral by akaraka (orphan_account)

Completed | T | 33.7k

Who’s this Kageyama person on twitter and is he gay? 1: Anonymous see title 2: Anonymous curry king 3: Anonymous >> 1 It’s the curry king, obviously. Have you been using his memes this whole time without knowing who he was? 4: Anonymous 1) Hinata Shouyou’s boyfriend 2) See above

Nocturnal Creature by MONANIK

WIP | M | 41.5k

“There, on the ground by his feet, covered by the thick bushes, lay the biggest werewolf Shoyou had ever seen in his entire life. It was massive, stretched out to a baffling five or so meters in length and at least three to four in height. The werewolf was laying stretched out on its side, mouth agape, panting heavily. Six arrows poked out of its abdomen and Shoyou could tell by the blood and bruises on his gums that someone had tried to yank or break off one of his huge, sharp fangs. He wasn’t sure whether human blood was involved in the mixture or not but froze up all the same; could do nothing but stare at the wounded creature splayed out before him.

Six arrows and this thing was nowhere near dead. Six poisonous arrows.”

Hinata is a young apprentice to an old nightchaser, Ukai, out one night on his first mission to hunt down a werewolf that’s been terrorizing the village for quite some time. However, when he stumbles upon a tattered, beaten and dying werewolf he is immediately swept up by the humanity he finds in its eyes and decides then and there to defy the first and foremost rule of being a nightchaser: never let a werewolf walk free.

Vren by Icandigelvis

Completed | M | 100.3k

It was the boots that caught Shoyo's attention. They looked new and expensive sticking up from the tall grass, visible from the small trail he was walking on. He cautiously trudged closer, almost against his will. What Shoyo didn't notice, however, was the creature watching him; blue eyes following the oblivious human.

3 Miyas on the Court (+1 at the Onigiri Stand) by pancake_surprise

Completed | G | 6.1k

BOB: It’s the Black Jackals taking home the win tonight! What a game, Dick, what a game!

DICK: It looks like we aren’t the only ones who think so. What’s that going on down on the sidelines?

BOB: Now Dick, correct me if I’m wrong but is that a fourth Miya?

DICK: If you’re talking about the man who just slam-dunked an onigiri into the floor, then yes, that is indeed another Miya.

BOB: Wow, three Miyas on the court and a fourth at the onigiri stand!? Never seen this before!

love could be labeled poison and we'd drink it anyways by myhopeisjhope

Completed | NR | 21.3k

"Huh?" is Atsumu's response, and it's seemingly the only thing the man could think of after the minute-long silence that stretched between them.

"We should break up," Kiyoomi repeats, more clearly now. He doesn't let any emotion seep into his voice, keeping it neutral and detached, as if breaking up with Atsumu was the easiest thing ever, while in fact it's the complete opposite.

The Story of Us by thesweetestnerd

Completed | M | 98.2k

Atsumu has spent the last year falling in love with Sakusa Kiyoomi, but it’s a secret they’ve never told anybody else.

When a car accident snatches Omi’s memories from the past two years away, Atsumu is left as the only one in the world who ever knew their relationship existed.

Gen || Number One by dgalerab

Completed | G | 1.5k

Kuroo gets rated as the number one most attractive high school volleyball player. Oikawa doesn’t handle it well.

Gen || Enigma (A love letter to Bokuto Koutarou) by Mari_Writes

Completed | T | 2.5k

Fans of Udai Tenma and his manga discover Bokuto and collectively lose their minds.

Meanwhile, Bokuto's friends show their appreciation in different ways.

This is my love letter to Bokuto Koutarou 🖤

Gen || kageyama tobio’s accidental first year harem by onceandforall

Completed | T | 8.6k

“Just spend more time with them at practice,” Yamaguchi says. “The first years probably want to know you too.”

Kageyama frowns. It’s not as if Kageyama doesn’t know them at all. On the court, he knows what type of ball they prefer hitting. He knows roughly how high they are able to jump. He knows their numbers. He knows all the important things.

But the more Kageyama thinks about, he doesn’t really know them, does he?

three times the new karasuno first years are intimidated by vice captain kageyama and one time they all want to get to know him

IwaOi & UshiTen || Tending to a Wounded Heart by Minnievet

WIP | T | 56.3k

“Now, Iwaizumi-san, while I am flattered by your interest and must admit you’re very attractive, I must inform you my heart belongs to another, and I’m not sure your dear captain Oikaw-” Satori wasn’t even able to finish his jest, as a fuming Iwaizumi interrupted him. A blush blooming from his hairline down to his neck.

“I’M NOT HITTING ON YOU, DUMBASS!”

…

After being discovered in the midst of breakdown in the bathroom of Seijoh, Tendou Satori strikes up an unusual friendship with Iwaizumi who seems keen on helping Tendou navigate his own unrequited feelings, despite ignoring his own.

All the while Tendou’s teammates are becoming more and more concerned with their blocker’s new behavior and mysterious texting buddy.

AranKita || First and Last Love by ghermez

Completed | M | 6.9k

“What changed?”

“Nothing. Everything. I woke up one day, alone as usual, ate my food, went into the field, stood there, and, like every morning before it, I thought of you.”

MatsuHana || that’s what you get (for waking up in vegas) by skittidyne

Completed | T | 4.2k

“There was an Elvis?” Hajime asks.

“He was the officiator. It’s the cliché, right?”

“…Officiator of what?” Tooru asks with a look down at Takahiro’s hand.

“You can borrow my phone to pull pictures from for our wedding album.” Issei reaches over and grasps the hand with the ring on it. Everyone is staring at their clasped hands like a three-headed lobster just crawled onto the table. “You were both the best men and I was very, deeply touched by how affected you both were at the ceremony,” he says in a perfect deadpan.

(( or: iwaizumi does not want to be the responsible one, and thus they suffer the consequences, or, perhaps, ‘suffer’ is a bit too strong of a word ))

YakuLev || Among Giants by SportsAnimeRuinedMyLife (KnightOfRage) 

Completed | T | 11.7k

Morisuke is surrounded by tall people.