#radio bam fic

[lovelesslittleloser]

I got slowburn, time travel shenanigans, and crossdressing??

Am I romancing a guy who thinks he’s straight in the past or something????

Also, @babbling-babull , you can’t just come around and be funny without participating in the activity! D:< what’s your fanfic, huh!!

Spin this wheel of ~300 AO3 tags three times.

[radioisntdead]

Good morning, as you have requests open can I get some Velvette x g/n! reader angst (perhaps ending with comfort) romance?

One night they overhear her talking negatively about them (not an overlord, lack of confidence, whatever) so they leave behind a note saying they were right to feel like she didn't actually love them and they've left, not saying where.

Good evening my dear! We are ending the cannibal streak with Velvette! WOO, It's late and I'm woozy, this became a song fic I'm sorry.

Velvette x reader,

Warnings!

Light angst, Valentino,

The song used: Moral of the story

You and Velvette met at a New Years party back in the 2000's, the air was heavy, you had a red solo cup with heavens knew what was in it, maybe Vodka and something? You didn't know, people were kissing, yelling, and whatever else.

So I never really knew you

When Velvette approached you, you felt like the luckiest person in the world, like nothing else in the room exist, she was only person there in your eyes,

When she talked about how boring the party was you found yourself agreeing with every word she said, her voice soothing to you.

God, I really tried to, Blindsided, addicted

The two of you died in a car accident, music was blasting from the radio, you were looking outside the window, and Velvette was texting and driving,

It was quick, she ran a red light and BAM, a truck hit the two of you causing the car to roll, glass shattered and the one thing you remember is reaching out to Velvette before everything went dark.

Felt we could really do this

You once told Velvette that you'd follow her to hell and back,

Guess that was true because guess where you ended up?

But really I was foolish

Things didn't change much as she rose to the top, becoming an overlord, teaming up with some guys named Vox and Valentino, Vox was decent enough but Valentino gave you the chills, he never did anything but still.

Velvette made sure to shield you from his business, you weren't allowed on his floor.

Hindsight, it's obvious

Velvette was never scared to demand things, to order things around, to get her hands somewhat dirty if needed, if she wanted it she got it

You weren't like that, you didn't like having blood on your hands, While Velvette treated service staff like they were an inconvenience you treated them with respect, like they were people.

Velvette didn't like that part of you, she liked it when it was towards her or maybe the other Vee's but no one else.

Talking with the cannibal She said, "Where'd you find this girl?"

You weren't having a good day, you and Velvette got into a argument over her spending too much time on her phone, you said that she loved that stupid thing more then you, she didn't deny it, just said that you were acting fucking crazy and left.

I said, "Young people fall in love, with the wrong people sometimes"

You had several things to do, some employees couldn't do their job properly and you didn't want to lash out of them, all you wanted to do was just relax with your fiancee, you got some flowers and an Emoji plush to give her as an apology.

Some mistakes get made

As you stood outside the door that lead to the Vee's living room you could hear muffled talking, a voice you could recognize was Velvette's.

That's alright, that's okay

You cracked the door open and peaked in, She was talking to Valentino.

You can think that you're in love

"Then They say that I love my phone then them! Like maybe if you weren't such a fuckin' loser that can't even order a coffee without almost crying I'd pay more attention to you!"

When you're really just in pain

You clutched the flowers, crushing the stems as you took a step back.

Some mistakes get made

"They aren't an overlord, the only they have any of this is because of me!" She said throwing herself onto the couch and went back to her phone, that damned phone.

That's alright, that's okay

Quietly and quickly you made your way to the room you shared with Velvette, you did your best not to slam the door indicating that you were back, you threw the flowers and plush into a trashcan before taking out a few suitcases.

No tears were shed, just anger, betrayal and disappointment flooded you.

In the end, it's better for me

You packed the clothes that were your favorites, you couldn't take everything since for one, Velvette gave you the majority, and two, she gave you a bunch of clothes.

Once You had everything packed you wrote a note giving a brief explanation, that you had heard what she said, and that since you were SUCH a loser, she should date a overlord instead.

That's the moral of the story, babe

You left the Vee's tower, without a single soul noticing, now standing on a random street corner you took a deep breath, you had enough money, from your OWN means, to get a hotel to stay at for maybe a week? Just until you could get an apartment or something.

It's funny how a memory

Velvette didn't notice you were gone until late the next day, she thought you were being petty avoiding her because of a little fight and she had decided to let you take the bedroom, sleeping in her office instead.

She supposed she should apologize because she loved you and she was tired of this.

Turns into a bad dream

She stepped into your shared room, not noticing anything missing, until a colorful object caught her eye from the trashcan, leaning down it was an emoji plush, cringey but it was soft, it was covering a bouquet of flowers, her favorites infact.

When running wild turns volatile

Her face twisted into confusion as she looked around, spotting the note you left on the bed.

She hadn't meant for you to hear her.

Remember how we painted our room, Just like the other Vee's did?

You were gone. She fucked up.

So romantic, but we fought the whole time

It was just a small fight right? The two of you would kiss and make up like usual, maybe watch a movie after, but you had left, you left her!

Should have seen the signs

She couldn't find you, anywhere.

Vox only got footage of you leaving the tower and nothing else, he spied on the ENTIRE ring and he couldn't find YOU?

Talking with the cannibal, She said, "Where'd you find this girl?"

You had stumbled upon the Hazbin hotel, you were welcomed by Charlie with open arms, she was ecstatic, you were the first sinner to join them after the extermination.

Said, "Some people fall in love with the wrong people sometimes"

Being away from Velvette was so...

Some mistakes get made

Freeing, it was as if you were spreading your wings for the first time in years, which you were! You'd been with Velvette for over a decade, not counting your life beforehand.

That's alright, that's okay

You loved Velvette, you truly did, but she didn't love you like you did her, she didn't act like it,

She thought you were on the weaker side.

You can think that you're in love

You had no interest in rising up the ranks, working instead on becoming a better person, with every exercise with the hotel residents you got more and more confident, changing your appearance along the way.

When you're really just in pain

After you more sinners came to the hotel, a few ready for redemption.

Some mistakes get made

You met someone, she had the most beautiful pink eyes that reminded you of pink lemonade, she was different then Velvette, you couldn't help but compare the two, Velvette was so... Cruel and she was so Soft, kind, she just killed a guy but that wasn't a deal breaker in your book.

That's alright, that's okay

It took time but the two of you grew close, you'd have lunch together, eventually that moved to sleepovers, movie nights, sweet words exchanged between the two of you.

You were apprehensive about entering a new relationship after Velvette, but it just felt right.

In the end it's better for me

Charlie was excited when you went to her for date ideas to take your newest sweetheart, she was so proud of you, you had come so far!

That's the moral of the story, babe

They say it's better to have loved and lost

Velvette searched for you, you due to plot armour and your changed appearance had managed to completely avoid Vox's cameras or Velvette's hunting you down, she regretted saying what she did, she wouldn't have said it if she knew you were listening!

Than never to have loved at all

You had decided to step out of the hotel with your dearest sweetheart, deciding to go out for a simple date, watch a movie and maybe shop around and grab a bite to eat

That could be a load of shit

Velvette had decided to go check out her competition's stores, going shopping at the same stores you did.

But I just need to tell you all

You didn't see her, and she almost didn't recognize you but she did.

Some mistakes get made

Her blood ran cold, or colder as she watched you dote on the lady next to you, arm wrapped around hers, holding her bags for her.

You had done that for her once upon a time.

That's alright, that's okay

She wanted to say something, like where have you been, I'm sorry, who the fuck is this, come home! Or something but she couldn't, she could only watch as you laughed at something she said, you used to laugh like that with her,

You SHOULD be laughing like that with her.

You can think that you're in love

Velvette's hand clenched into a fist, her fingers digging into her palm making indents.

When you're really just engaged

You should be with her, not whoever that wench was! The engagement ring she had accepted from you ages ago was still on her finger.

Where was yours?

Some mistakes get made

She watched as you walked away with her.

That's alright, that's okay

She finally moved, following in pursuit.

In the end it's better for me

You and your sweetheart were having a wonderful time, shopping around and the two of you were finally getting something to eat, you went to the cutest little café, and you walked back to the hotel holding hands.

That's the moral of this story

Some mistakes get made

Velvette knew where you were now.

That's alright, that's okay

You were so happy, Velvette hasn't crossed your mind in ages.

You can think that you're in love

She didn't know how to get you, she didn't want you to hate her.

When you're really just in pain

You squealed as you landed on your bed kicking your legs back and forth like a lovesick fool.

Some mistakes get made

You had to come back to her willingly, once you were done with this little fling, she would leave you heartbroken and Velvette would welcome you back with open arms, hugs and kisses.

That's alright, that's okay

You sighed happily, a dumb love filled grin on your face.

In the end it's better for me

You had come SO far from how you were before, you were proud of yourself, you had a healthy relationship with your lovely girlfriend, you had amazing friends, and you were on the road to redemption with them! You couldn't ask for more.

That's the moral of the story, babe

You will never go back to Velvette, you loved her once yes, you truly did, but that was in the past, and you deserved better, and you got better.

Good evening folks! Thank you for tuning in! It's late for me and I wrote this in one sitting, I'm gonna go knock out now, have a wonderful night folks!

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

YESSS IM SO EXCITED YOU WRITE FOR RYAN FHDNDBFBFJ. Would you write like reader is part of the CKY crew and they’ve both had crushes on each other and like a gary flirting and then she’s thinking it’s unrequited so she gets like a Bf and I wanna know how ryan would feel about this like i wanna see his jealousy and shit talking with bam fjjfgnnkdjffnhy (sorry i had to much caffeine with my meds this morning lol) WHHDHDJAN THANK YOUUUU!!!!

Drunk Love

Y/N and Ryan are best friends, blissfully unaware of eachother’s feelings.

Ryan Dunn X Fem!Reader

(Fluff)

2k Words

Warnings: Suggestive content, nudity, alcohol, description of injury, fighting, jealousy, crude language

An: Thank you for the request!! I had a fun time writing more in depth for Ryan! If anyone is wondering why Bam always sleeps naked in my fics it’s because of a story he told on Radio Bam! You can find it on YouTube under “Bam Gets Caught”, but it’s not the onky time to my memory that he’s talked about sleeping naked XD! Besides that, I actually had a couple requests i combined to create this fic so I included the ones I didn’t reply to directly but still used below! :)

“Watchin’ the little back n’ forth thing you’ve got with her’s painful. I mean-“ Bam leaned over on his side, propping his head up with a hand while laying on the adjacent bed, “Just quit the pussy shit, dude.” Ryan ran a hand through his blonde, sweat soaked hand as the sounds of the running shower made white noise in the background. “It’s not easy, man! I mean, I’ve known her since we've been in diapers.” Sighing, Ryan finally looked at Bam, “I'm sorry- I just can’t take you seriously when you’re naked.” It was a casualty of their closeness that he was very comfortable being nude in front of his best friend, but he didn’t seem to care in the slightest, moving to get up, “You know what? If you’re not gonna tell her, I will.”

“No way! She’s in the shower!” Like a startled animal, Bam broke into a sprint on a dime, nearly reaching the bathroom door handle before Ryan hurled himself off of the bed, tackling him to the scratchy hotel room carpet. His vision was a blur of un-vacuumed orange carpet and pale man skin as the two wrestled, thumping and rolling around and cursing through clenched teeth. But in an act of perfect timing, that’s exactly when you opened the bathroom door. Wrapped in a white towel, hot steam billowed around you as you stared down at the scene at your feet- Ryan pinning a completely exhausted Bam down on his back by his skinny little arms as he straddled him, the two of them making direct eye contact with you. Your mind went blank. “I, uh…did I interrupt something…?”

“It’s wrestling!” They seemed to speak in unison. Bam added hurriedly, “It’s a guy thing.” Panicking and trying to find a way out of this situation, Ryan played along, “Yeah, yeah- total guy thing.” You raised an eyebrow, “So, you wrestle naked?” Easily slipping out from under him and not caring if you saw him, Bam walked into the bathroom, squeezing past you as you still stood shocked in the doorway, “Yeah, Greco-Roman style. Totally!”

You and Ryan sat on top of the covers on his bed as you dried off, only half watching tv. There was some sort of tension between you and him that you really couldn't place. Maybe it was you thinking about technically sharing a bed with him. Maybe it was him thinking about you in that towel. Sniffing the air, Ryan broke the silent tension, “What's that smell?” You sighed in relief that you finally had something to talk about, accidentally replying a little too eagerly, “Oh! I bought some new shampoo.” He sat up a little bit straighter next to you, glancing down at you curiously, “Any, uh- any reason?” You shrugged, “Nah, just felt like it.” Ryan smiled at you. “It’s nice.”

Ryan could hardly remember what stunt he got hurt doing, but the blood dripping into his right eye from the gash on his forehead blurred his vision as he tried to get his bearings. His head spun as he pulled himself up from the pavement, little bits of gravel and dirt caked into his skin and hair. There goes that shower. At least it makes for good footage, he thought, as the rest of the crew cheered while looking back at the footage through the display of Rick’s camcorder.

But just as the cameras turned off, in came Y/N. Oh, Y/N. You kneeled down in front of the dazed man, and you could practically see the little birds and stars flying around Ryan’s head as you reached into your pocket, pulling out some first aid supplies. After a few years of this, you learned to keep this kind of stuff on you due to the nature of what you did- either that, or you'd have to drive bam to the ER again with another horribly infected wound while he wailed in the backseat like a baby. Tearing open the alcohol wipe with your teeth, you gingerly moved the wet curls that stuck to your best friend’s forehead before wiping the cut tenderly, little streaks of red showing through the thin wipe.

There was something in the way that you cleaned his wounds and tended to him better than any of the guys- or hell, better than he ever cared for himself. The alcohol stung and he winced, hissing air through his teeth. You chuckled, “Oh, don’t be a baby…” Your body was so close to him that Ryan could feel the heat radiating off of you as you blew gently on the alcohol soaked cut, the liquid rapidly drying on his face. Oh. Oh, yeah. Yep. He was getting a hard on.

Luckily, you didn’t seem to notice as you finished up, shoving the used wipes into your pocket, “There, all better!” Ryan chuckled and, for just a second, you lingered there, maybe a little too close to him for a little too long. But it felt so normal- so right. After a few heartbeats, you pulled away a little reluctantly. He smiled as you gave him a hand, helping him up while he was still a little dizzy, “Hey, thanks for that…”

“It’s nothing! Don’t worry about it.”

Bam groaned childishly, “If you like her so much, just fuckin’ say it!” Ryan relented that it still hadn’t gotten through his thick skull while he nursed that head injury from earlier with a bag of frozen peas. “She’s already got a boyfriend. It’s not gonna happen!” He was an asshole of a boyfriend too, Ryan thought, real scum. He was always so close to you whenever you all hung out as a group, just hanging off of you like he couldn’t stand by himself. Maybe Dunn felt a little envious of all of your body heat that was being absorbed by that dirtbag, but he would never say that to you. “I mean, he’s a fucking dick, but…” All he received from the other man was a shrug in return. “So? I’ve fucked chicks with boyfriends.” Bam sneered, making his way to the door, “Why don’t you just get’er name tattooed on your forehead if you’re so into her?” It’s not like Bam could get the point if he sat on it and it stuck in his ass. Rolling his eyes, Ryan didn’t even notice until his buddy was about hallway down the hall till he heard the echo of his voice, “Hey, Y/N! Listen, I got-“

Before he could even think, he was out in that hallway after him, jumping on Bam before he could finish his sentence. He landed right at your feet, nearly on the toes of your shoes. You peered over the scene as the two, fully clothed this time thank god, tussled in front of you, grunting and muttering cuss words beneath their breath. Eventually, he got Bam’s head pinned firmly to the ground and he looked up at you with those wide, baby blue eyes, cracking a tired smile as he caught his breath. “Hey…” You had to resist blushing, reminding yourself that your heart really shouldn’t be beating as fast for your best friend. “Where’re you two going?” Bam squirmed, muttering something that got spoken over. “The, uh- the bar! We’re going to the bar! You wanna join?”

That act of quick thinking actually worked better than he had planned. Ryan’s half thought out excuse led him to score what was basically- practically a date with you. The only problem was that his wingman was also the biggest cockblock in history. “So,” You leaned towards Ryan, scoping the place out idly, “you wanna get a table?” He glanced over to Bam for an answer, maybe even some smart ass response, but nope. Nothing. In the few minutes you three were there, he had already left and picked up a chick at the bar. Dunn was on his own and maybe not thinking clearly, but he replied anyway, “Uh…yeah, sure!”

“God…” Ryan’s head buzzed as he gazed at you from across the table, maybe just a little too close as he chuckled, “you’ll never guess what Bam told me earlier…” Giggly, you didn’t even think to move, breathing in the same booze scented air as him, “What…?” Your mouth moved lazily and the same was true for Ryan as he murmured, “He said I should get’cher name tattooed- On m’forehead.” He gestured with a finger to the top of his head. “Oh, that idiot…” You smiled, leaning forward just enough that your foreheads touched. While intoxicated, it didn’t seem like that bad of an idea- but not his face. His face was too cute, but maybe the arm. That would look nice, yeah. In fact, it was kinda romantic. Sighing, you sat there for a while, your eyelashes brushing against each others before speaking up, “M’tired…” Ryan looked at you through heavy lids as you slurred, your eyes falling, “Can I go back’t your room tonight?”

God, it was like fireworks were going off inside of Ryan’s head, soldiers giving a twenty one gun salute, angels singing, eccetera. Maybe, just maybe- maaaaybe this might be a sign you liked him back, but god it just felt too good to be true. Even with a stomach full of booze, all he could barely stutter out was, “Uh, sure. Yeah.”

So that’s how you ended up in Ryan’s bed. Sure, you were fully clothed but nonetheless it meant something. The bed felt so nice, so warm and cozy with the two of you in it; hotel beds are made to be shared, you thought, feeling the heat from his body press against your back, not noticing how quickly his heart was beating against you. Ryan thanked god. Slowly but very surely, the two of you were both drifting off to sleep when he piped up, his lips barely moving against your neck as he spoke. What he meant to say was, ‘I think I like you.�� but it came out more like,“I think I love you….I mean, I have for a while.” Time stopped as Ryan felt his face get hot, holding a breath. He felt the giggle reverberate through your body as you dreamily smiled up at him, making eye contact the best you could while reclining to rest your head on his shoulder, speaking just barely above a whisper, “I love you too.” Just like that, you fell asleep, leaving Ryan awake to process what the hell just happened to him.

You were still soundly asleep when the man you were snuggled up against blinked his eyes open, rolling over to face the warmth behind him. “W-what…dude!” Ryan whisper-yelled, “Get out!” Bam simply threw his arm over him, murmuring while half asleep, “Go back’t sleep…”

[m1nts]

BAM !!! TURNS YOUR HAVERS INTO A GHOST.

RADIO GHOST AU FIC . IM GONNA CONTINUE MY GHOST HAVERS DRAWING ASKS TOO BECAUSE IM FINALLY FREE FROM THE SHACKLES OF SECOND YEAR UNI .

[ren1327]

Help me name a fic

I've fallen off the deepend and while getting ready for a con came up with the prompt that varigo cosplay as radioapple for a con and spice happens. Here's a sneak peek. --------------------------- "Well. If it isn't the Radio Demon."

Hugo turned with a smile.

"And if it isn't our sovereign." Hugo hummed, seeing his boyfriend in the white suit, top hat in his hand.

"I wasn't a big fan of the wig." Varian hummed as Hugo ran a hand though his sweaty hair.

"Oh no, that thing is going straight into storage after today." Hugo grumbled, then tapped his cheek. "Your makeup is coming off."

Varian sucked his teeth and put his hat on the desk of their shared hotel room.

"I can't help it. I've been sweating all afternoon!" He went to the bathroom, washing his face and pulling his own wig off, freeing his hair from the wig cap. "No more cosplay this weekend. Just lazy convention clothes."

"Agreed. So um..." Hugo scratched his cheek and looked away.

Varian sat on their bed and looked up at him as he placed a heeled boot on his knee, Hugo still standing by the air conditioner to cool off.

"...did you know our characters are um...shipped?"

"Our characters?" Varian asked, untucking his pants from his boots.

"Yeah. It’s called RadioApple. So…” He grinned and made his voice nasally.  "Wanna...role-play?"

[sdwolfpup]

I just finished reading HFoG and oh. Oh. My. God. I need to rant (you can totally ignore this if you'd like).

First of all, the scenario you've created fits them so well. Brienne as a mechanic is an amazing idea. She's still doing something stereotipically male (and kicking ass) at best unnoticed and at worst cast aside as no one takes her seriously or they outright mock her. You've kept her under patriarchy's thumb, and also as a powerful, simmering force waiting for someone to turn up that heat!! What an excellent mirror to her situation in the books.

Second: the extremely high risks + high adrenaline + mightily physically demanding + high rewards of F1 is another excellent transposition of their survival/quest situation in the books. I feel like that, as a setting, is what makes it feel very genuine to them as characters. Your characterization is great too! They're slightly different to the books but still familiar (they would probably act like this in this more modern, more subtle flavour of a patriarchal society). I mean. just. Man. MAN.

Also, turning a bit more to Jaime: The way all the events unfold was incredible. We go steady, quite calm but with an undercurrent of stress and anxiety, building, some doubts, triumphs, more building, more triumphs and then BAM. The dreaded doldrums where we pick up the pieces of a horrible shipwreck. Jaime never getting to that P-1 absolutely broke me. I literally held my breath reading those paragraphs, where time stops for the whole circuit after the crash, and the heavy moment of silence before Brienne hears him over the radio... MAN. I thought you were going to give him at least one P-1 before he lost his hand, making it bitersweet already at that point, and when you didn't I was SCHOCKED. You held back on that element and it worked WONDERFULLY towards the end. JB'S P-1 felt so earned, so fought for. Talk about good storytelling. AAAAHHH!!!!!

I ate it up between yesterday night and all of today. I slept at most, like, four hours. I couldn't stop reading. Congratulations, honestly. I usually don't read fics this long (or leave reviews this crazy under anonimity lol) because authors tend to meander (not a bad thing necessarily but it does get tedious at this scale) but this was SO not the case. Every. single. paragraph. mattered. MAN!!!!! (man counter: IIII)

I know you're probably quite done with it (and what a fucking project you did, my god), but if you ever want to write about JB in that universe again I see myself forced to BEG YOU ON MY KNEES to do more of their radio banter in your missing scenes section. I absolutely love it, the subtle flirting, the encouragement, and the oopsies (Jaime forgetting to turn the radio off and accidentally exposing himself as a I LOVE MY CAR MY CAR IS MY GF guy is soooooo funny). Ugh. Swooning. It has started an itch I need to scratch so bad (I feel like im going crazy a bit ngl. Give yourself a big smacking pat in the back.) that I'm just going to start re-reading it for those parts and also to get that thrill that is there between them at the beginning which is also so good! And so yummy!!!!!

Ok im done now i think.

TLDR: xoxo mwah mwah mwah i loved HFoG i worship and kiss the ground you walk on, etc etc etc. im obsessed, great job!!

"ignore this"?! Are you kidding, anon -- I'm gonna print this out and wallpaper my bedroom with it. 😂💕

I have been re-reading this ask off and on all day, wanting to respond appropriately to make sure you know how much I so sincerely appreciate you taking the time to leave this for me, and I just don't know if it's possible. I'm just... man, I'm grateful. (Man count for this post going up!!!) Seriously though: thank you, thank you, thank you. I'm gonna be riding this high all week.

(Also, I fought with myself about allowing Jaime to win the World Driver Championship and then lose his hand, so I'm always glad to hear that that choice worked for others. It was the right thing to do, but wow did that hurt to put him through it, heh. And pacing of long fics is a thing I take very personally, so I am ALSO pleased to know that worked for you, too!)

Anyway. THANK YOU. I'm gonna go back to re-reading this comment, hee.

[katielovably]

I hear a song, and a character is there in my mind (because I'm Nerdiveragent) . like music in a TikTok, car radio, or just from me playing a putting on a playlist. bam! there's an OC ether performing it, or a story just pops up in my mind, and I'm writing. So many of my stories start like that then I look at the story the next day and I'm like "what the fuck am I talking about?" But sometimes if it's a fanfic like seeing something associated to that fic like Percy Jackson or Eddsworld . Bam, I'm in the fic. I can hear the characters. The story progresses in my mind.

It's odd.

[june-julie]

when did you start becoming a fan of atticus mitchell and how long have you been one and when did you decide to write fanfiction for him? also i agree with you cause i'm in the same boat as you i'm a big fan of him as well too it all started when i first saw him in mbav and his character Benny instantly became my favorite and one of my crushes as well and from there i've been a fan/supporter of him ever since because he was the one i gravitated towards the most cause i thought he was so funny charismatic and charming and so that's why i love reading your story's about him cause i just love his acting and music so much as a result he's one of my favorite actors/musicians out there so i'm really happy and thrilled that your gonna write more Benny story's in the future

Ahh literally love you for this!!! His Spotify album the pantomime or his song canon has to be the no.1 thing that calms my anxiety it’s legit like Asmr to me at night 🫶🏻

I think I was always a fan of my babysitters a vampire in general because I have this one distinctive memory as a kid of the cyber dentist so I grew up watching my babysitters a vampire! When I got older I rewatched it again and recognised him again in radio Rebel and I think that’s what made me become such a big fan. in my opinion;

Atticus mitchell is such an underrated actor and he has the potential of doing such good roles and he has the charm to get himself there too might I add.

Even now I watch his films with my dad, my dads personal favourite is the colony meanwhile I really liked him as pippin in killjoys

And I totally have to agree with you on his personality I legit swooned upon watching him and bam I was hooked!!

If yo you’d like I can add you to my taglist in the future fics too<33

[asskickedbygirl]

Radio Bam - F!Reader Fic

Episode three

ep one - ep two- ep four

Desc: You’re a regular on radio bam! hot pants!

A/n: been a while… like a WHILE while. getting wayyy back into cky properly again because oct-nov was so much fun i wanna go back everyone come back. COME BAAACK

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Dico: Welcome to Radio Bam Sirius 28 Faction everyone! The sluttiest radio show on air. Tonight we got the hottest of hot pants and the whore herself Y/n! Of course we have the only one even whorier than hot pants, Brandon Novak, Raab Himself, Joe Frantz, myself of course and the one you’re all here for, Baaaaaam Margera!

Y/n: These intros are getting repetitive.

Dico: You try it next time hot pants.

Y/n: Alright I will.

Bam: That’s gonna be shit.

Y/n: Whatever. Anyways why am I even being compared to Novak of all people on the whore thing. He fucks a new girl every day I just have sex with people I know!

Raab: Yeah see that’s worse.

Y/n: How is that worse?!

Novak: Cause’ I fuck a broad, and then I never see her again! I don’t know her friends, she doesn’t know mine. It’s perfect.

Frantz: Yeah now two of the guys in the crew have seen your tits.

Bam: Actually I’ve seen her tits too.

Raab: Same.

Novak: Come again?

Y/n: Guys you are not helping my case it was a DARE!

Novak: Why am I never invited to these truth or dares?!

Y/n: This was like four years ago, we were drunk, Bam the sleaze dared me to flash my tits. End of.

Dico: Well that’s not exactly it.

Y/n: Don’t.

Bam: We made out!

Frantz: Ah the old new years smooch.

Frantz: Ah the old new years smooch.

Y/n: For the record, Bam is a terrible kisser.

Bam: That is not true!

Y/n: He’s all tongue and teeth ladies!

Bam: Maybe it was true four years ago.

Raab: That is not that long ago.

Frantz: Bam was 21 making out like a 13 year old.

Novak: You would know.

Frantz: Alright ‘life partner’.

Bam: It’s an endearing term!

Dico: Were we not gonna delve into the history of Y/n with pro skaters?

Bam: Fuck yes we are.

Y/n: Uh oh.

Bam: Well we know you’ve fucked-

Y/n: Hey! Some of those guys have girlfriends now! They don’t want their business aired out on live radio!

Raab: Well they didn’t have girlfriends when you fucked them.

Y/n: I don’t actually know that for sure.

Bam: More whoring!!!

Y/n: Hey, that’s on them not me. I’ve never knowingly been a home wrecker.

Frantz: That’s definitely not true. 

Raab: I know for a fact that’s not true.

Y/n: What the fuck are you talking about?

Dico: Hot pants has forgotten spring break 99. 

Y/n: Oh god that does not count!

Novak: Ooooh I wanna know about spring break baby who’d you fuck?

Y/n: I didn't even fuck anyone! 

Bam: Almost.

Y/n: Yeah well that’s not fucking is it?!

Frantz: Tell your story Y/n we know you want to.

Y/n: It’s not even a story. Basically we were at the Jersey Shore for spring break. Luxury, I know. And we were at this bar with our dumb fucking fake IDs and I met this guy who said he had a girlfriend but she was a bitch or something.

Dico: That's what they all say. 

Y/n: Yeah well I was drunk and he wasn’t ugly so we started making out or whatever but then I felt a fucking cold, sticky-ass drink go down my back and I turn around and get a slap in the fucking face by some bitch!

Frantz: The bitch being the girlfriend?

Y/n: Yeah! Who the fuck makes out with a girl in the same vicinity as his girlfriend?! Fucking asshole.

Bam: You’re missing out the part where the two of you got into a bitch fight and I had to tear you off of her.

Novak: *Rawwr* 

Y/n: Yeah I scratched up that bitches face but only cos she poured a fucking drink on me not because of her scummy boyfriend, she could have his ugly ass.

Raab: Well you made out with him.

Y/n: Yeah I didn’t fucking wed him Raab. 

Frantz: I feel bad for your future husband Y/n. 

Dico: He has a field of dicks to be compared to. 

Y/n: Haha. That wouldn’t even be the issue, I’m fucking friends with the field. 

Bam: Speaking of the field, field fucker, you gotta talk about at least one pro skater you’ve fucked. 

Novak: Yeah come on baby I wanna hear. 

Y/n: Why are you guys so obsessed with my sex life?

Novak: I’d be more obsessed if I was in it sweetheart.

Y/n: In your dreams Novak.

Novak: My wet dreams at least ooohaahhh.

Frantz: Come on Y/n who’d you bang?

Y/n: I can’t name drop on air. 

Dico: Oh fuck off I’ve name dropped countless times. 

Y/n: Yeah but my whores are known Dico.

Bam: I know one person you could say.

Y/n: I already know who you’re talking about and no.

Bam: Ah come on Tim was a nice bed I’m sure

Y/n: Oh you fucking asshole Bam I’m gonna kill you. 

Novak: You fucked Tim O’Connor?! And not me?!

Y/n: Yeah cause’ he’s hot?

Novak: That’s low babe.

Dico: Every episode hot pants has to talk about at least one person she’s banged.

Y/n: I haven’t banged that many people Dico.

Bam: It’s fine, when you run out of episodes you can hump Novak.

Novak: Now that’s a good idea!

Dico: You gotta do a review too, rate Tim in the sack outta ten. 

Y/n: Well hey now, doesn't this mean I get to rate you too?

Raab: Fucking zero then. 

Frantz: You know from experience? 

Y/n: Well I do and yeah it was a solid 1.

Bam: Damn not zero?

Y/n: One pity point. 

Dico: I’d like to put it out there that that was an outlying event.

Frantz: Yeah Raab can give us an updated review.

*Room laughs*

Bam: Okay everyone shut the fuck up, Y/n rate Tim.

Y/n: I’m not doing that.

Dico: Booooo.

Novak: I’d be a 10/10 for you babe.

Y/n: Alright fine. He was like a solid 8.

Bam: Damn why only 8?

Y/n: 8 is a lot! He was good but like it wasn’t the best I’ve ever had. He sweats a lot.

Frantz: You’re not into the sweaty lovers?

Y/n: Can’t say I am.

Novak: I wear deodorant sweetheart.

Dico: No you fucking don’t. 

End.

@pontiusbikini @dxckfarmdunn @steve-osahottie @gnarkillknoxville @alex-abn0rmal @stratossphere @izzaaaaaa @jackassvivalabam03 @bambammargera @spoookyberry @jackussy420 @lovexjoe

[mordeiswrld]

TMNT BAYVERSE! X FEM!READER (Platonic)

For @sadakorosee ☺️

Summary: Y/N is a close friend of the turtles. Suddenly she has an accident with the Foot. What happens when the 4 Terrapins find out?

Fic type: Oneshot

Admin: L

Time started: 11:33 AM JAN 31st

Warnings: Injuries, Violence, Blood, swearing

“And then Casey broke his hockey stick on Raph’s shell and Raph spent almost half an hour chasing him around the lair!” Mikey said as he cackled at the memory Leo and Donnie just smiling to themselves while they sat on April’s couch Leo reading and Donnie on his laptop but Raph just huffed in annoyance and rolled his eyes “he’s still not gettin’ off the hook, don’t get it twisted” Raph muttered as he continued to clean his sais. I just laugh along with Mikey “don’t hurt the poor guy! He’s harmless...mostly” i say as i pick up my phone and check the time. 1:28AM. Shit. “Ah shit, i gotta head home guys.” i say as i start to gather my things. “Do you need one of us to walk you home Y/N?” leo asked as he started to close his book. I just shook my head, “Nah im fine going on my own. My house isn’t that far from here. See you guys tommorow maybe?” i say as i start to walk towards the front door. “Hell yeah dudette! We’re still on for our Mortal Kombat match, and you better be ready this time.” Mikey says as he sits on the ciuch backwards just to look and point at me with a playfully serious look. I jokingly roll my eyes, “yeah yeah i’ll be ready...ready to kick your ass” i say confidently and i didnt wait for an answer as i unlock the door and walk out and close it behind me. I walk down the stairs from april’s apartment towards the garage that holds the other residents’ cars. As i make it towards my car something feels...off. It had suddenly gotten colder and eerie. I hesitantly brush that feeling off and hop inside my car and drive off.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“PLEASE ME BABY, TURN AROUND AND JUST TEASE MEEEEE BABY YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT AND WHAT I NEEED BABY~” i sing my heart out to the radio station playing since it was weirdly quiet on the dark streets of New York. As I get ready to get to my turn i blink and somehow a Jet black Sedan appears starts to speed right towards me—Obviously driving on the wrong side of the road. “WHAT THE FUCK—” I say as i try to swerve out of the way but the car was too fast! My car made a loud screeching sound before....

BAM

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

‘My head is pounding...everything hurts so bad...what happened..?’ i think to myself as i slowly start to regain consiousness...i open my eyes and wince at the brighr light that’s above ny head. As ny grogginess starts to wear off a bit i realize my hands were tied to behind my back. “What the hell...?” i just barely rasp out...i must’ve been out for a while. “Oh good your finally awake” an animated voice came over some sort of...speaker? I couldn’t tell. I was in too much pain to care. “Who are you...what do you want.” i ask casually. “Ive watched way too many movies and i already know how this goes, you obviously want something from me whether it be information or some kind of salary” i continue. The animated voice is quiet for a moment before the person on the other side starts to laugh sinisterly. “You’re a smart one aren’t you? But we don’t want anything from you per se. We want to simply use you as bait” they said casually as if it was the most normal thing to say. Confused i tilt my head to the side “bait? For what?” i question not fully comprehending what they were saying “i thought yiu watched these kinds of movies before doll, maybe you arent as smart as you think you are babes” they say in a teasing tone “the turtles, we know your friends with them. So we’re gonna keep you for a while and lead them here so we can—well you don’t need to know all of that. We just need them here” they said as a hole in the floor appeared and a plate of bland food appeared then a mechanical hand with a fork tried to feed it to me. I refused and kept moving away. The voice sighed “we’re gonna be here for a looooong while my friend”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

MIKEY’S POV

“AW COME ON THAT’S THE 5TH TIME IN A ROW MIKEY” Raph shouted as he threw his controller on the ground after losing another round of Mortal Kombat. I threw my head back and let out a loud laugh “THAT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR CHALLENGING THE MASTER” I boasted as I stood up to do a victory dance. “Whateva’ weren’t you n Y/N suppos to be havin’ some sort of match or somethin’” Raph questioned as he folded his arms over his chest and looked towards the lairs enterance. I gasped. I forgot! He quickly ran to my phone and called you it rang 4 times before inevitably going to voicemail so I tried 5 more times before long her inbox was full and I started to worry. Did she flake out on me? Did you forget too? Curious, i went into Donnie’s room where he was working up some concoction. “D-Man have you heard from Y/N anytime today?” i asked asked as i tried to message her instead, if she was unable to answer her phone. Donnie paused and checked his phone, “No, i haven’t heard from her. She would’ve said something if she was busy or something had come up” he said as he started to grt skeptical. “Hey guys, you might wanna look at this” Leo shouted from the living room. Once the brothers arrived they saw that the news was on and the reporter was at a car accident that happened not to far from April’s apartment. “so far no bodies have been found—” the reporter babbled on but none of the brothers listened much further as they soon got a call from the police Chief.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

3RD PERSON

“Oh good you guys made it” Chief Vincent said as she saw the 4 terrapins. “What happened” leo said, tone and face ice cold and stern. “There’s been a collision. No bodies were found though surprisingly. No one knows if anyone died or not.” she says as she gives them the pictures detectives have snapped prior to their arrival. Donnie and Leo look through them but Donnie stops on one photo “What is it Donnie?” Leo asks, Donnie hesitantly turns the photo over and shows the car that was completely totaled. “Is that...?” Leo asks, suddenly out of breathe. Donnie nods “seems like it. And from the evidence they managed to get, the black car hit her head on. And the camera footage cuts out before—” “wait did you say black car?” leo interrupts his purple clad brother who just nods his head “what model?” leo asks, blood now boiling. “They say it was a seda—oh fuck” Donnie says as he stops himself; finally realizing what’s going on. “RAPH, MIKEY, WE’RE ON THE MOVE” Leo shouted as all 4 brothers ran up to the roof where Donnie explained what had happened. “So your telling me, the foot crashed into her on the road and kindapped her?! What kinda bullshit?!!” Raph shouted as he looked around at his brothers in anger. Donnie gasped which brought attention to him, “what?” the 3 brothers asked in unison, “i hacked into her phone and got her loctaion shes in some sort of warehouse and it seems like they’re doing more than just kidnapping” he said as he put the audio on speaker. “Tell me where they are bitch, i won’t say it again. A deep voice shouted “I’m not telling you a goddamn thing. I’ll take this shit to the fucking grave if I have to, you ain’t getting a peep out of m–” they heard you say but before you could finish a sharp shriek filled their ear holes. “Im done waiting kill her off. Now” the unknown voiced boomed before Donnie’s connection went dead. “we gotta go. NOW” leo shouted. And with that the brothers quickly made their way to the foots hideout

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Y/N’S POV

I’m in so much pain...they’ve kicked me around, waterboarded me, stabbed me, anything you could think of. Just to make me talk, just to get me to spill. But i’m not letting up, not even if this is where my life ends im not saying shit. “So you still won’t talk huh?” the animated voice returned, they had lost their charming words,backhanded compliments and niceness now it was replaced with agitation and venom. “I never fucking will.” i spat back. Not out of confidence but out of loyalty to the brothers. They’re like my family. I’d never put them in danger even if it costs me my life. “Fine then. I guess we’ll have to do this the hard way” they shouted but it was muffled, probably from them gritting their teeth as they spoke, trying not to lash out on a monitor screen and not the real me. Suddenly 3 foot soliders come into my room and untie me but only to place their cold glover hands around my arms in a tight hold that may cause bruising later. We walk down many hallways, passing different doors with different signs and noises of pure agony. Then we went through a huge metal door that held the person behind the voice— a person in upgraded foot gear and shredder. “Finally. We meet in person” the person said as they place their hands on their hips and look at me with manic wide eyes. “Tie her to that pole.” shredder demands and the soliders obey and pull me towards the pole. As im getting tied up i see 4 figures pass by a window above us in my peripheral vision. A smile ghosts upon my lips but i instantly wipe it away, as to not alert shredder. “Now we will only say this one more time woman. Tell us where the turtles are or you’ll meet an untimely death” shredder bellows at me. I struggle to smile but i try to anyway and it comes out looking like a grimace. “I already told you....im not telling none of you a damn thing” I say breathlessly. Shredder growls in annoyance and snaps his fingers soon 2 soldiers and the more advanced soldier surround me one has a knife the other has a needle with some sort of glowing liquid ‘is that what mutagen looks like???’ i question myself but that random thought dies when i make eye contact with the AS (advanced solider) they were spinning the barrel to a loaded pistol..silently humming to themselves as they watched the solider with the knife jam it through the skin on my forearm “AH FUCK” I yell in pain. “Talk Woman or it’ll be more than just a stab.” shredder says as he watched from afar. I open my mouth but before i ciukd say anything 4 glass windows shatters around us and the 4 brothers start kicking ass! Leo and Raph take on Shredder like wild beasts while Mikey rains hell upon the 2 soldiers and Donnie takes on AS “Why did you guys HAVE to come at this time, we were just getting started” AS says as they pull out a double sides scythe and starts to attack Donnie. Donnie flawlessly but clumsily dodged all of her attacks and manages to hit the scythe out of her hand and knock her off her feet. “DONNIE KICK IT TO ME” i yell, Donnie hesitates before listening and shoving th weapon towards me. I squat down and carefully pick up the sharp part and start to cut through the rope they had me restrained in while trying not ro move my arm too much to no cause the knife to fall out. When i got free I immediately hobbled over towards a spot that was out of sight from the soldiers and shredder. I silently clutched the arm with the knife in it and applied pressure to it. After a while everyone was down and the turtles tie them up and wait for the police. I slowly crawl out from my hiding spot and search for Donnie. When i find him he’s looking at the needle one of the soliders had. “Donnie a little help please?” i ask as i hold up my stabbed arm. He turns his attention towards me and panics “ah shit um let me see what i have!” he says as he takes his backpack off and starts to frantically rummage through it. He takes out his med kit and starts to examine the wound. “Its gonna need stitches. I won’t be able to stitch it but when the paramedics and police come they can take you to the hospital.” TBC...

[dunnswrld]

(literally im writing ur fic rn ANYWAY) I've been thinking about patching up bam after a hard fall, and he's like totally heart eyes/puppy dog face at you!

OMG YAY IM SO EXCITED FOR IT!! but the idea of patching up bam <333

bam was skating on his ramp they had at the house since it was a nice sunny day in west chester. you were sitting on a lawn chair flipping through a magazine as the sound of bams radio and his board filled any silence there couldve been.

but bam went down a ramp wrong, he had to catch homself with his hands and a knee to prevent anything serious. even though he’s gone down the ramp thousands of times you don’t understand how now he gets hurt. but either way of course you were still concerned.

but since he had to catch himself he didn’t leave the fall without any marks, his knee was scrapped and so were his palms. you immediately jogged up to him and grabbed his wrist gently telling him that he needed to get cleaned up. bam refused at first but you said he needed to put on a new pair of pants anyway so he needed to get cleaned up anyway.

you took him into the kitchen and he hopped onto the counter top next to the sink. you went into the small bathroom downstairs and grabbed the first aid bag ape kept in the house. she was smart to do so because the four boys had used it countless times.

you would first wet a paper towel and clean off his hands, then his knee. he would slightly wince when you wiped his knee off gently, maybe grabbing your shoulder lightly.

then bams least favorite part came up. you would clean it with antibiotic ointment just to make sure the cut was clean and wouldn’t get infected but bam has stated many times he’d rather have it get infected then use the ointment.

“babe can we skip this part?”

“bam i don’t want you to get an infection.”

“but babe it hurts!”

either way you’d end up gently applying the ointment to his hands and knee. bam would scrunch his face when the stinging of the ointment burned his hands more than they did already. maybe even making a groan from the pain.

“sorry bam-bam. i know it hurt but it helps.”

“ow- dont call me that.”

but when you finally apply it to his knee he kicks his leg bg reflex of the sharp burn. you would end up laughing because as a guy who gets hurt for a living he sure couldn’t take some antibiotic ointment on a cut.

he is totally pouting over the fact you’re laughing at him.

“stop laughing! its not funny it hurts!”

when you finally calmed down you put a bandaid on bams knee and he watchs you with his big blue puppy dog eyes.

“kiss it better?”

with an eyeroll you place a gentle kiss on the bandaid and bam is smiling ear-to-ear. he probably would pull you between his legs while he wa son the counter and just lazily wrap his arms around you- something he did often after you patched him up.

“geez all of a sudden i think i hurt my lips, kiss them better?”

“really? oh geez, i can put some antibiotic ointment on them for you.”

“nevermind.”

[xocasper]

Hello it’s time to be horny again

(Guess who finally posted the (nearly) 7k word threesome fic with these two sexy fuckers 🤪)

LOOK AT THEM

AND IT WAS FUCKING WONDERFUL. az you’re a national treasure. catch me working on another mikey/reader/frank threesome fic because now i’m in the mood 😮‍💨

as for the boys, i need to write a ghoul and jet threesome fic. party and kobra are off getting supplies and maybe ghoul and the reader are together. just to stir the pot, he’s like, “stop looking at jet like that 🤪🤭” and you’re lowkey embarrassed because yeah, you were staring. jet’s hot. not your fault the sunlight is hitting him just right. he’s tinkering with the radio again and his fingers have remarkable precision, and you’re just. ogling.

jet’s all flustered and confused and he’s like “it’s fine, they can watch” and ghoul says something all giggly and stupid (“oh they want to do more than just watch”), leading to an even more flustered jet. he looks at you all wide eyed, waiting for you to say something, but you resist. ghoul has to give you a push with a little, “cmon baby, it’s just the three of us.”

with party and kobra gone, you totally go for it. yeah, you watch jet for signs, but the only one you can see is his hard-on. the next several minutes contain sitting in jet’s lap, grinding on him while a very aroused ghoul watches, and a heated make out session. finally jet cracks, and then bam. sex.

the end *bows*

[manxden]

I know it's been way, waaaay too long since I released some writing, but BAM, here we go! @alkturos the art wizard and I are on the same discord and we're part of a gift exchange. Alkie was my secret gift guppy this year, so here we go, Modern-Hyrule AU goodness with a healthy dose of Zelink! Grow strong on these nibbles, you sweet Sidon-simp! >U<;!! Summary: Zelda is nearing her wit's end as she prepares for the coronation in modern Hyrule. Her dearest friend and grandmother has sent her for relaxation therapy to help handle the stress, but it's a delicate balance to find someone to work out the knots in her shoulders without adding the stress of being a princess in the conversation. Note: The current rating for the fic is M for mature, and may change rating. FairWarningHmmmmmkay.

----- Hold My Hand on AO3 ------

(preview for chap 1)

For the third time in just as many minutes, Link blew the corner of his bangs up out of his face.  His eyes were focused on the curve of her spine and how her flesh was dimpling under his thumbs; the sweat had threaded a line down over his brow, clinging in an increasing droplet that he just couldn’t let fall for professional pride. The sudden shift of his weight pushed a breath of surprise from her when he brushed his forehead against his shoulder - he could feel her sides flex to bear the small heave. 

When he straightened, he began to pull and slide the sides of his thumbs soothingly into the depth of the firm muscles hidden under her softness. The modesty-towel he had draped over the line of her backside had begun to shift under the course of the massage, but for the moment Link ignored the migration, working along the small of her back, towards her strongest vertebrae.

Sometimes in the lighter moments of their increasingly cozy sessions Link would fill the air with light banter, but today the sashay of bossa nova from his radio set the rhythm for his rolling pushes and pulls. Perhaps, if he had taken a different path and followed some of his more realistic ambitions he would have this morning been patting and pressing a fine roll of dough, but Zelda’s svelte form was… certainly much more intriguing than a loaf of bread in the works.

She shifted, thighs tensing and knees squeezing closer together further down on the padded table; Link pulled a deep breath. In another year he could boast of being a masseur for a full decade if one added in the first year of working during his studies. There had certainly been several points at which the squirms and sounds of his clients were hiding notes of arousal. Perhaps for just this one exception, he had begun to have issues steering his mind straight. 

She wore her hair long; after the second session she had chosen to simply let the strands spill over the edge of the head of the white-leather table. On the third visit she had, with several flushed glances, called him in without the troublesome straps of her bra under her shoulder blades. Later he had chosen to tug tufts of hair forwards from his normal ponytail in the mirror before she had arrived. A well-coiffed appearance went miles for building a good clientele of course, but she was quickly becoming the one client he added that little extra for.

The track on the radio shifted to a more up-tempo number, and Link straightened, his hands lifting away for a small break. Zelda looked up from resting her head on the table, turning a gaze over her shoulder in the relaxing warmth of the office. Link was wiping his face and neck with a small towel, so she snuck a drink from her mug at his sidetable. She had suggested turning the radiator up several degrees since the morning’s window panes had been frosted at dawn with fine patterns.

She could not find a way to thank her grandmother nearly enough for suggesting the visits. Her responsibilities in the past few years had begun to ramp up while her father’s mental acuity was waning; life in the public eye had been troubling enough during college, but her graduation had lost some of its vibrancy when dear Impa had drawn her aside to discuss the likelihood of a coronation. The wizened shekiah had birthed her son at a shockingly early age when Hyrule was shedding the nobility-governed monarchy, and Zelda suspected that her grandmother had played a more important role in the transitions of power than she let on.

Of course when Link had asked if perhaps Zelda was referring to the Impa who had visited his office a few weeks before her arrival, she’d hesitated before risking an answer. Her handsome masseuse had proved pleasantly ignorant of her social standing and very public family life, so it caught her by surprise that Impa had not given him a pseudonym. His easy going nature was part of his charm; if she had been forced to give up her secrets early, her massage sessions wouldn’t have gone from half-hour to two-hour slots on the calendar.

----- Read more on AO3 ----

[abeautifulblog]

monsters of the week, and writing that does double-duty

So I was thinking about TWN S1 again, and thinking about the fic I'm working on at present. I'd skipped over a bunch of stuff near the beginning (to get to the good bits faster), so when I revisited it, I wound up making a list of what needed to happen in that early sequence—establishing the character dynamics at play, introducing certain plot points that would come up again later, and sowing the seeds for future conflicts.

And it turned out to be a long list—but I really didn't want to have to write a bunch of new scenes for that part, since it's less interesting (both for me and for readers) than the stuff that comes later.

Which is when you get into the territory of: how do you make one scene do double (or triple, or quadruple) duty?

For instance, the main thing that happens over the course of that sequence is Geralt and Jaskier forming a rapport, which obviously entails them talking and spending time together. (Well. Jaskier’s talking. Geralt’s all but nonverbal at this point in the story.) And since it doesn’t really matter what they’re talking about, just that they are, you might as well use the opportunity to have Jaskier reveal a soon-to-be-crucial bit of his backstory (👌), and why that makes his attitude different from his peers, and the sense of alienation he feels from that (which is going to be Hella Relevant later 👌). And since they’re having this conversation on the clock, the action going on in the background is also demonstrating what Jaskier’s job entails (👌).

Bam. One scene, triple threat. That's what I mean by doing triple duty. When I went down the list brainstorming scenes that could accomplish multiple points at once, I got a checklist of a dozen things condensed into three scenes. Tighter story, and the individual scenes are more interesting than they would have been if they were only doing one thing apiece.

And in a similar way, this is what makes casefiles/monster-of-the-week episodes such a powerful tool for developing characterization. Because they're always operating on at least two levels: what this story means to our victims-of-the-week, and what it means to our heroes.

The victims neither know nor care what Geralt/Dean Winchester/who-the-fuck-ever is going through at that particular moment in their lives—their only concern is that there's a monster, and they need someone who can handle it, full stop. They have their own priorities, their own loved ones, their own tragedies, and a good writer will be able to get audiences invested even in these one-off characters whose lives only briefly overlap with with the protagonists.

Meanwhile, any given MotW episode is also going to have certain resonances for our heroes—to remind them of moments from their own past that they might have preferred to forget, or dredge up their own unresolved traumas, or make them rethink certain assumptions about themselves, or put their values/priorities to the test.

And THIS is the episode where they're forced to confront their daddy issues!

And THIS is the episode where they question whether or not they actually desire the normative lifestyle that they thought they did!

And THIS is the episode where they interact with children and struggle with how they feel about the concept of parenthood!

Seriously—there's a reason why the casefiles/MotW format has been a staple since the invention of radio. It's a really great way to tell a slow story (the gradual reveal of the protagonist's personality/history) while keeping it snappy and interesting to the audience as you go along.

And this is what Geralt needed in S1 of The Witcher—they needed to put him in a variety of different situations (and this would have been the place to deploy the short stories it’s based on), while the overall stakes were still relatively low, and show how he responds to each. “Grouchy and closed-off” may be what they wanted Geralt's overall vibe to be, but he needed moments of contrast too, to make him a complex and well-rounded character instead of a one-note grimdark hero.

(Personally, I think it would have been a lot more meaningful if Geralt had been baffled but receptive to Jaskier's decision to be his friend. (Like he is in the books, apparently.) We've seen how he stoically endures the people who hate and fear him, so how does he respond when someone greets him with open arms? Might that be... a refreshing change of pace for him?)

(I also would have brought in Kaer Morhen and the other witchers sooner, to show what kind of background/upbringing Geralt had and give the audience some context for why he became the sort of man he is—and why it's not cowardice or selfishness to not want to inflict that life on yet another child.)

(OFMD has been going hard on Blackbeard's “I'm not meant to have nice things,” and in witcher fanfic that's a common theme for Geralt too, but it would have been interesting to see it onscreen—to give Geralt that internal conflict between what he wants and what he feels is his duty.)

Honestly, it would not have been hard to write a season of eight self-contained episodes that put Geralt through the full emotional gauntlet -- all while he solves mysteries and hunts monsters -- and it would have given the show a much stronger foundation going forward.

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Kissing A Stranger (And Other Bad Mistakes)

It was the world’s most awkward kiss. Harry was barely five four and The Man™ was at least six four. That was a good foot of height difference between them. It also felt like a weird headbutt and was definitely one sided, at least until The Man™ decided to put some effort into it (insert several question marks into Harry’s internal monologue) and wrapped his arms around Harry to push him up high enough and—okay, that was a lot of tongue. At least they looked like they were dating now, right?

He hoped that it looked like a couple’s passionate kiss from a distance.

"Harry!" Hermione had finally caught up. "You can't introduce us to your boyfriend like that. We don't even know his name."

Well, neither did Harry, so that made two of them.

In other words, kissing a stranger to stop your friend from setting you up is never a good idea. Welcome to your last year at Hogwarts Sixth Form, Harry, because it's going to be a wild, wild ride. 

radio silence from me for fucking forever then bam. two fics in a row. anyway, fake dating au!

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Hi, can I PLEASE request a NSFW ukai keishin story with a younger S/O (like 20 21) 🙏. Maybe one where you are a teacher/tutor at the school and you and Ukai have been dating for a little while type of thing 😅

Keishin Ukai: Teacher's Lounge

Hi hun. I ended up being little drabbles/snippets instead of one long fic because I thought it would be funnier to see how they interact in various scenarios.

Warnings: semi public sex, kissing, some fluff, swearing, smoking, quickie and creampie

Then...

First day at a new school and you were nervous.

You shouldn't be, I mean, you had your best outfit on and your lessons were planned. Your hair was tidy and you were on time for the start of the day. Moving from your hometown after leaving your previous school was a big change, your family had been supportive but worried (read: scared to let you go) and your best friends were all teary even when you promised to videocall everyday and come visit during the school holidays. But you were determined to make a fresh start on your own, independently and enjoy your life in this new city.

But somehow your planning went to hell once you got onto the main road and encountered the traffic. The sheer number of cars had your eyes widening, this route was clear yesterday when you did a dry run. Peering down the road, you whined when you saw car after car after car lined up, the distant sounds of horns honking and was that a siren? You had planned to leave at 7.45am and get to school easily for 8.10am, leaving you just enough time to grab a cup of coffee and set up your homeroom. Turning the radio on and flicking through the channels while you waited, you stopped when you heard the traffic news update.

Drivers, please be wary of the accident on...

You slammed your head on the steering wheel when the radio host mentioned the street 2 minutes from where you were stuck in traffic.

Just great.

Running through the corridors and praying no one saw you, you quickly combed down hour hair and powdered your face. The stress of being late had made you nervous and sweaty in the car, added to the fact that you had five minutes before your lesson and you were panicking. Pulling your lesson plans from your bag, you turned the corner and-

Bam!

“Crap, you okay there teach’?”

Blonde hair in a headband was the first thing you noticed, second being the hard body you were pressed up against with his arms around you and lastly, was the fact that your breath was currently caught in your throat. Staring up at him, you were sure you looked like a fish with your mouth opening and closing.

"Y-yeah. Yes. I'm fine, thank you."

Stepping back, you coughed awkwardly and smoothed down the skirt, removing the imaginary creases and dust. Peering up at him, you saw that he was wearing sports attire, whistle around his neck and a sports bag on his shoulder. There was a pen behind his ear and you could make out the piercings he had in there.

"You new here?" You nodded. "I'm Coach Ukai, you can call me Keishin though."

Responding with your own name, your body heating when he repeated it, the moment completely broken when the bell for first period pinged right above your heads. Eyes widening as you ran to your classroom, waving goodbye to the blonde hottie you just met.

Two weeks into the semester you were staying back to mark some homework, the corridors and classrooms quiet as you hummed along to the music you had playing in the background. You hadn't seen the coach again, catching only glimpses of him as he came in or through the sports hall. He seemed so different with his students and yo often heard how strict he was on the volleyball team.

Stamping the last piece, you returned all the books to the box before tidying up and turning off the lights in the classroom. Walking to your car, you noticed the sports hall's lights were on, loud bangs increasing in volume as you neared. You could hear the patter of feet and shouting, the screech of a whistle and as you reached the door the smell of boys and sweat.

"... go again! I want another lap of the hall. Go!"

Ah. So this was coach mode.

Gone was the smile and the easygoing attitude replaced by a stern looking guy with a rolled up newspaper in his hand. Whistle in his mouth and he stopped them, hands clasping as they began doing, what you assumed, were drills. His eyes meeting yours across the hall, a small smile when you waved at him before leaving to go home.

Now...

Flicking through the last of the books you needed to mark, you glanced at the clock above the whiteboard releasing a loud sigh. The school was quiet now, the bustle of students in the corridors gone as the clock struck 7pm, you could see the sun slowly setting outside. In the distance, you could make out the gym hall lights on, small smile on your face as you remembered your boyfriend working away. Quickly marking the ones you had left, packing your bag and turning the lights off, you began the short walk to the volleyball practice.

The sounds of balls slamming and shouting welcomed you, even more so when they saw you. One of your students screamed and ran over to welcome you and stand you in a place that you would a) see him the best and b) keep away from stray balls hitting your face. Giggling you watched as their captain literally dragged him away by the back of his t-shirt and all put threw him back into he game.

"Noya, if you flirt with my girlfriend one more time I'm going to make you go flying leaps all week."

Keishin's voice grew closer as he walked to you, the stern look on his face replaced with one of warmth as he turned and saw you. Leaning down to kiss your cheek quickly, the signature blush on his cheeks as he pulled away intensifying as you leaned into him a little. While he was all dominant at home, he was a little embarassed in front of his students.

"Be nice, he's my student."

"He's a flirtatious brat with a big mouth."

You laughed and nodded with a shrug, you couldn't argue with that one. Even in class Nishinoya would smile sweetly, buying you chocolates for valentines day and gifts around the holidays, constantly complimenting you when he saw you. While it was small things in the beginning, it got a lot worse when ehe found out you were dating his coach, you were sure he was doing it to piss Ukai off.

Squeezing his hand gently, you kissed his cheek before leaving the hall, you knew he would be staying until late with a big game next week. Not being able to meet much during the week and relying on video and phone calls, you would spend most weekends together.

"Sensei! Have a good night."

His yelp of pain was the last thing you heard as you walked away with a grin on your face.

Walking towards the staffroom for your free period, you mentally planned all the things you were going to finish before 4pm. You knew you had test papers to mark and some photocopies to make for tomorrow and you needed to call some parents back who had left messages for you. Digging through your bag, you searched for your planner, the moment ruined when you were tugged into the PE cupboard.

"Wha-"

The faint smell of cigarette smoke was the only indication before a mouth covered yours, bag clattering to the floor as hands roamed down your body towards your ass. Lips against yours as Keishin flicked up the back of your skirt to place his hands on your bare skin, cupping the supple flesh before dragging his finger under the gusset of your panties.

"Kei..."

While this wasn't the first time he had cornered you in school, it was the first time during the day where students were still around. Recalling the one time he found you after school, bent you over the desk and tongued your ass while he fingered you until your legs turned to jelly. A few day later, you had decided to return the favour in his office, sitting under his desk while he finished paperwork and sucked him off until he came down your throat.

But this was new.

"Need you. So bad."

Lips moving down your neck, across the neckline of your dress as he sucked your nipples through the fabric, spinning you around and flicking your dress up as he pulled your panties down. You knew you were wet even before he dragged two fingers through your folds, stopping on your clit as he rubbed it in small circles. Peering back, you watched as he tugged the drawstring of his joggers off and held his t shirt in his mouth as he stroked his dick. Hand braced against your shoulder as he rubbed it against your pussy, taking his time as he pushed in slowly. Far too slow for your liking, but the hand holding you stopped you from moving backwards to take him in further. Whining and wriggling your ass, you yelped when he landed a smack on your ass.

"Shh... shit that was too loud."

Your giggles turned into a loud moan, his hand covering your mouth to muffle them as he pushed into you. Arm across your chest, hand turning your face to kiss your neck and shoulders, as he moved in and out quickly. Shallow thrusts, the tip pressing against your g-spot each time, the sound of skin on skin and he rutted into you faster. Your own hand reaching for your clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts and falling over the edge just as his hips stuttered, a loud groan as he came inside you.

"You know, we go home in 30 minutes right?"