#saving this in my brain for potential fic content

[daddysclownboy]

remus 'im so lucky to have you' lupin

and sirius 'youre not lucky. theres no universe in which we were ever apart' black

[goldsbitch]

Here I go again

part 4 to I gave so many signs

summary: Afternoon talks are harder than late night fucks.

warning: present + flashbacks, mentions of cheating and typos

song fic (disclaimer: rights belong to the respectable owners)

The Louvre - Lorde Mamma Mia - ABBA (shoot me, I heard an amazing slow piano version of it and got obsessed)

"We heard some noises on the stairway, were you alone?" her mom asked first thing in the morning. The irony that her mom would actually approve of Charles maybe a little too enthusiastically was not lost on Y/N. "Yeah, alone. Bit tipsy, so sorry about that."

Our days and nights are perfumed with obsession

He stared silently. Monitoring actions of his girlfriend and having absolutely clear on the mind what to say to her. Part of him wanted to leave the premise immediately. Part of him wanted to scream out his confession. Part of him was astonished that she absolutely did not acknowledge his absence - did she not notice anything? He must have had Y/N scent all over him, punching through the quiet living room. He wanted her to say something. But she just grabbed her workout bag and casually got to the gym. Left him there, bewildered. He wanted to feel guilty, but the lack of emotion from her part was making a really hard thing to follow through. Was he just an asshole? Or someone who forgot to get out of a relationship at the right time and lived in a stale water?

His now fully developed brain decided to jump on the train to the past and he spent his entire morning checking his phone for a text - and not from his girlfriend. For a man who slept about an hour last night, he was surprisingly fresh and energized. Must have been the three orgasms. A lighting of excitement ran through him whenever he came back to those. And there it finally was, his catalysis for a guilt trip.

I am your sweetheart psychopathic crush Drink up your movements, still I can't get enough

Mood swings were the one to rule Y/N's day. She felt like dancing around. Woke up to an empty bed, which was a shame, but it saved from potentially an awkward conversation, so maybe she actually appreciated the gesture. With a lazy day ahead of her, she could replay yesterday's night over and over all day. Rarely would the sun shine so brightly through her window. But - mood does swing. Even though he was the one to cheat, she was the one cursing herself over and over again. Not because she felt any sympathy for his girlfriend, on the contrary, the thought that this girl got to have, what Y/N only experienced for one night, anytime, was infuriating. Fuck any girl power bullshit, she was jealous and angry at herself for crumbling so easily. She had been happy, content, on the lookout for someone available to date for fun and maybe love. Not fucking with her old best friend only to develop a crush so massive her apartment felt small. Y/N was content yesterday morning. This morning, she was satisfied, and anything but content. And yet, she couldn't help but smile into her morning coffee, while trying to remain casual and normal in front of her family.

Blow all my friendships To sit in hell with you

"We need to break up," he found himself saying in the early afternoon. There was no plan from his side, no agenda about getting with Y/N or anything like that. He just had to get out of a relationship where he managed to be the cheater. The decision was suddenly so simple, just hard to execute. There were tears. Not his. Mutual understanding is the hardest thing to fake.

Y/N really tried to go about with her day, having lunch with the family, catching up and just generally free Sunday vibes. Only problem was that she was all over the place mentally - short attention span, distracted and having trouble keeping up with longer conversations. Head over in the clouds, fingers tapping nervously. In some ways, she couldn't wait to get back to he daily life in London filled with work and array of distractions. There was no hope for her in this town. Guilt and desire punching through her own integrity. It was in the late afternoon when disturbing messages appeared under Charles Leclerc tag on socials, which she monitored in every available moment. When she saw her own front door on one of the headline photos, that's when she lost it completely. Panic set in when she finally came to a photo that the two of them talking in front of the bar, with speculative headlines.

But we're the greatest, they'll hang us in the Louvre Down the back, but who cares? Still the Louvre

She sat in her room, tired, confused and lonely. Social media doomscroll it was then, trying to desperately ignore any photos of them. Her brain got stuck in a loop when she stumbled upon a slow piano cover of Mamma Mia. Not particularly her favorite song. But it spoke of everything she couldn't put a name on. Their joined history, the change of course, the inevitable return and the sudden urge to get it right this time. It was like being possessed. She had to act this time. At least let him know that she got it wrong the first time. She had loved him. The feeling was just so common in her life that she didn't recognize it only after it was gone.

Look at me now, will I ever learn I don't know how, but I suddenly lose control There's a fire within my soul

She had to see him and it had to be NOW. Powered by the lyrics praising delusion, she was not going to let it slip through her fingers this time. Not even sure his old number was still active, she called him, only to end up in a voicemail without any message. His private socials were deleted or replaced and she could't just walk over to his flat. His girlfriend would be there and the thought of it broke her heart. Was her current state of mind only make things explosive and worse for everyone?

There had been many times she'd let her chances pass her by.

So I made up my mind, it must come to an end

Only once she was standing before Charles's childhood home, ringing the bell, she realized that zero thought went to what she actually wanted to say to him. Fear hit her hard. Seconds turned into minutes and she realized that nobody was probably home. Heart sank low. What was there to do now? She had no idea where he to find him.

//

They'd walked together for hours. It felt so intoxicatingly refreshing after all those months of no contact. If one got lucky in life, they'd understand the type of connection that does not go away with time. But there was something different in the air that evening, as if their usual hang out spot, just above the town had a different vibe that day. She looked him in the eye and saw a look she's seen countless of times on his face. There was a shift in her mind and out of nowhere - what if the line got crossed? Would it be such an issue? She knew Charles would never make the first move. What if? Just to know how it feels. Curiosity got the better of her. This was not the first time she glanced at his lips, wondering what they tasted like. But she knew the feelings he might still have for her was something she could not respond to properly. The thought of hurting her best friend was stopping her from ever actually exploring this idea. But, what if? Just this one time.

Thousand of quick thoughts passed through her mind in that one moment - the last few seconds before they kissed for the first time. She was nervous, but it didn't show. Confidently put her hands on his chest, stepped on her toes and put her lips on his. If she was scared, he was borderline terrified. Never expected her to actually do it. Her warm lips touched his own, but he was still trying to process that her hands rested on his chest tenderly. Stiff and shocked seventeen year old boy stood like a rock, trying to catch up with what was just happening. Both of them have had their fair share of kisses and make outs with other people in their life, but this was one different. Somehow, it was harder to kiss someone who actually knew personal things about you. It was no romantic kiss, once Charles finally started to respond, both of them picked up quite a quick tempo and all of that was more close to a drunken teenage make out rather than an honest vulnerable kiss. And still, his soft lips felt really good, her tongue exploring his mouth was sending him to highs unexperienced before. Just as he started to relax and stopped fathoming what was happening, she pulled away. It was all too much, too real and scary for her unsure self. Afraid of loosing her fake confident mask, she had to stop before she lost herself in this. What even was this? She'd be leaving for university soon, so what was the point.

"Sorry," she said immediately and looked anywhere else but his eyes. Stepped back away from him in order to gain more socially acceptable distance. "I dunno, guess I hadn't kissed anyone in a while, so yeah... But this is wrong, sorry for that." There is heartbreak and then there is heartbreak. Charles felt betrayed, she didn't even give him a chance to kiss her properly. He wasn't ready, didn't expect it and now it felt like his one chance got slipped away from him. Once again, he stood there, frozen and processing. She couldn't stand silence. Scary thing to experience in a difficult situation. "I should not have crossed the line, we're really good friends and-" "No," he cut her off, not letting her play this game again. "That's not true and you know that. I never told you in person, which is a really coward move, but that's on me. But you know how I feel. That hasn't changed and I can't imagine it ever will." His words burned like hot sand. "You're right, yes," she replied quickly and wished she could just make herself invisible for a moment. This was all too much to handle. "And that's why I'm saying I'm sorry. I thought ignoring the subject would help you..." "Help me? Help in what, getting over you?" he had to laugh. Where did her delusion end? Was it truly endless? "I don't want that. Definitely not from you. I want you to open your eyes and give us a chance." One thing she couldn't stand was to be pressured to something and this was strongly resembling that. How could someone else try to say what she wanted when she herself wasn't sure?

"Charles, I can't. I need to leave this place and figure out who I am." "Why can't I be a part of that journey?" he said, broken once again. "We would only end up hurting each other and lose our friendship, can't you see that? I want you in my life permanently, so we can't date." "How does any of this make sense in you head," he replied bitterly. While she waved around these big concepts, the one intrusive thought he had was that she was just trying to avoid telling him, that he was just a bad kisser. Her gut was telling her to run away from this. How is one suppose to resist that? "Charles. This whole thing is a mistake. You don't love me and as much as I'd like to, I don't think I love you." The word think punched through Charles like a knife. She wasn't even sure of that... "Well that's it then," he said, knowing the last thing he wanted was to talk her into being with him and have her run to someone else at the first opportunity. He was trying to control the emotional cocktail mixing within him. Trying get his anger, disappointment and wonder lust in check. He tried to read her facial expressions, but the only thing he finally saw was a little girl running away from mature feelings. Suddenly, he understood. She wasn't ready and there was nothing for him to do with that. His job now was to work on his attachment to her, because relying on her was only blocking his own development.

"I think I should get going, big day tomorrow," he lied and waved awkwardly instead of their usual hug. "Yeah, you're right. I'm gonna stay here for a while, if you don't mind," she said and turned her attention to the stunning view on the mountains, sea and the city below them. To Charles, their favorite hang out spot was ruined. Forever the place where his worst kiss happened. His stomach turned at the thought of that and he knew he needed to get out of there and far away from her immediately. "See you when I see you," he said, walking away. She watched him, hoping the weight on her shoulders would disappear quickly. They didn't speak to each other for more than two years after that.

//

It was hard to believe, she only came to their favorite spot to reminisce about one of her greatest misjudgement and dwell in her sorrow. But, to her luck, he was already there, looking over at the sea as they had countless times together. Walking towards him felt like walking on a tightrope with the chance of falling down getting bigger with every step.

Mamma mia, here I go again My, my, how can I resist you? Mamma mia, does it show again My, my, just how much I've missed you?

Charles didn't come there to meet up with her. His intention was to run away, to clear his thoughts, come to terms with the fact he had just cheated on someone. Take in the feeling Y/N made him burn with last night. Like some sort of breakthrough - this was they were all singing about. This is why people were able to drop their while life and follow love. It was an old and new love at the same. And that created a complete mess in his head. But when saw a figure coming his way, he knew immediately that she chose this place as well. Charles hadn't been at their spot since the time they first kissed here. Unlike Y/N, who came here anytime she was back in Monaco. She truly didn't expect him to be here - but took it as a sign that there was no way but forward for her. She walked towards him and sat on next to him, joining the view he was getting lost in. No words were shared for the first minute.

Y/N found out only after her university years that physical communication was her way of expressing feelings. Words were a little too messy and hard to put together. So she reached over to gently put her hand over his. She felt him shake a little, but he kept his hand below hers. Which she took as a good sign. Charles was the one to break the silence. "I hope you won't have much trouble online. There are pictures of us circling around," he said bluntly. "I have a very average face, I think I'm good." Charles laughed at her response. "As if." She really wanted not to ask. But the words just slipped out of her tongue. "Will your girlfriend mind?" And immediately after that, she wanted to shoot herself.

Charles took a deep breath. Then smiled bitterly, because what else was there to do. "Do you think so low of me that I could stay with someone once I'd cheated on them?" "Every couple goes through a crisis..." Charles chuckled again. "Have you ever been cheated on?" "Yes," she did not have to think twice about that. "But strangely enough, it was a relief when it finally happened." "See, so you understand." They sat in silence again. There was a feeling in the air like rain was coming. Neither of them moved. "Are you sad about it? Do you regret it?" She took Charles of guard. "Look at you, asking the big questions. What happened to you?" "Grew up, you know. You're not the only one. But don't get me wrong...it's still very hard. Talking." "I can see that," he replied, somewhat amused by her red cheeks. "To answer your important question," he highlighted, making her feel like a school girl passing a test, "I guess I regret the fact I wasn't honest enough to myself before something like that has happened." Y/N got a sudden influx of insecurity. Could it be that he was just unhappy in his relationship and it wasn't about the two of them? She pulled away a bit. Charles picked up on that. But this time, he couldn't put himself on the line first again. Not after what she said all those years ago. "Regret is the worst feeling. I think." "Why would you think?" "It's really hard to get rid of it. It lingers. Stays on." "Is there something you regret?" Somehow, he knew the answer before she did. "Of course. Everyone does." "You're avoiding again." "I know. I am perfectly aware of that." "At least something has changed."

The mood shifted and there was no way back. Charles was about to push like he had never done before. "Y/N. Why did you come here tonight. And be clear, blunt and honest or just leave now. It's been confusing enough even without you." She did not expect him to talk to openly. But she came searching for him, to do the leap, so it was actually appreciated. She started speaking, very slowly. "Um. I was looking for you. Wanted to say...not sure what exactly, but...I guess to let you know that I'd changed my mind. And I understand, you're somewhere else in your life now. But I need you to know." One very impatient Charles spoke when she took a break to breathe. "Know what?" "Charles, you keep interrupting me! Let me just...you know." He nodded in understanding, amused by her giddiness. "I just need to say...When were young, I never realized that the connection we have is special and rare. Stupid as I was, I thought it was just normal and common. And I don't regret not dating you back then. I had to take some time to grow up and understand more about the world. But now I do - and even if you've moved on, I feel like I'm just about to get on this train." He took in everything she said carefully. Tried not to get to ahead of himself.

"Did you ever think of me? Or it this just because last night." This time, it was she who smiled with a sad undertone. Did she ever think of him? Her? Had she spent nights and more nights wishing he'd call? Had she walked aimlessly around Monaco just to run into him? Did she compare every guy she shared a bed with to the times Charles made her feel like she was the only one on this planet that he could see? "One would say it's alarming how often I come back to the days we spent together. How hard it is to be so raw with someone in the same way as I was with you." Charles was slightly overwhelmed by her words. "Look, Charlie, I don't want to put any pressure on you. I had many chances and blew them all. I get it. Just want you to know that this was not a random encounter with an old friend for me." She'd been so focused on the right words coming out, that she missed the moment when Charles got close to her, so his kiss that followed was a surprise to her. Soft and sweet lips touched hers and it was like a release from prison. This time, it felt so right and safe. She didn't want him to end this. But once he inevitably did, fear came in like an unexpected summer storm. Would he be as cruel as she had been back then? Sharing a kiss with her while knowing that he was going to break her heart?

He took a breath in order to speak again. She stopped him with her finger. For just a minute, she wanted to keep this moment intact. To have this possibility of him still having a trace of the love he once had and she now bared as well. "Charles, I know what you're going to say. I can taste the words in your mouth. Please, don't." "So tell me, what am I going to say?" She sighed, slightly annoyed with him pushing her. "You're going to say that you'd moved on and this was just to have some fun. And you know what? Maybe it really is for the better, it was never-" "And this time, I am really going to stop you," he said, staring deeply into her eyes. "It's even harder now that we're adults. I understand that, understand the hardship my lifestyle can bring to the ones closest to me...My love for you never left. Yes, it's way less destructive and I've come to peace with it. But I am also not a scared boy anymore. Y/N, I would like to see you again and not as a friend. I don't think you ever were my friend. But you need to brave and honest too this time. Are you ready for that?" "I want to have all the hardest conversations with you, even if that's all we'd be doing," she laughed, taking in the fact he did not reject her. "I sincerely hope we'll be doing more than that," he said and joined her in easing the tension. "Is this really happening?" she whispered, as if it was a dream. "Yes, I believe it really is."

Mamma mia, here I go again My, my, how can I resist you?

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@linnmee @itsjustkhaos @rhythmstars @blueflorals @janeholt3

[treasure444]

Title: I'm so in love with you. Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Fem!Reader WC: ~3.7K Content Warnings: SMUT (Unprotected, Simon is a biiiit of a bottom, Simon likes being bit) MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, feels, Reader gets injured, angst but it does have a good/happy ending. I know I just posted a Simon Riley fic, but the brain rot DO be brain rotting. My current hyperfixation. I have lots of other stories half-written or fleshed out for all the characters I write for, and I am getting to them, I promise!!

Wonderfully beta'd by the ever amazing @universitypenguin - if you have not read anything Alice has posted, please do so! The Princess and The Lawyer is AMAZING!!

Requests are open, feel free to submit, and to those who already have, I promise I am working on them!!

It was moments like these that you genuinely dreaded, sometimes wishing that you had chosen something different. Everyone, even now, always questioned why this was the career chosen. You had never been able to fully answer, always giving a vague, ‘I’m in it for the same reasons everyone else is.’ Never truly knew why, what pulled you here. 

The satisfaction when you had won was unlike any other, but so were the nightmares. The constant replay of the field, the battles, the close calls that could have ended up much worse. It was never about you, no, rather your teammates. The close calls they faced, that were your fault. If you had been a few seconds quicker, or had just slowed down and aimed properly, you could’ve avoided these moments.

That’s where you currently found yourself, in a meeting with Captain Price, and Lieutenant Riley. Both very terrifying men. At least, Price was trying to make it easier on you, giving soft smiles, and ‘Ghost, relax. Everyone makes mistakes.’ 

A bite of ‘doesn’t matter, they should be able to conduct themselves properly.’ Was fired back. It was no secret the Lieutenant had a distaste for you. Maybe because you were ‘reckless’ as he had described you multiple times. Perhaps it was because at the end of the day he ended up having to save you more than once. Soap had attempted to calm your nerves one day, explaining ‘he gets like this with everyone. ‘S not just you.’ 

You saw the way he acted upon passing. With other soldiers, it was a very slight almost imperceptible nod of his head, but for you the ever-present scowl on his face seemed to deepen. No matter what you had tried, you could never get that recognition that you so desperately wanted. 

“Captain,” you said, gaining his attention, “W-While I appreciate the help, he’s not wrong. I-I don’t agree with the way he’s making his points, but I should’ve been paying more attention. Gaz could’ve been seriously hurt i—“ 

“He could’ve been killed! Because of you!” Ghost’s voice boomed across the Captain’s office. You jumped in your seat.

“You’re absolutely right,” you said looking at Ghost, “and I am sorry.” 

He grunted in response, before stalking out of the room.

“Ignore him, he’s stressed out over the next mission.”

You shook your head, “He’s right. Gaz could’ve died because of my mistake.” The guilt sat stationary in your chest. 

Price offered a sympathetic smile, “Ghost’s has also had some close calls. That is very similar to the potential today. We all have had some pretty close calls. Don’t let him get in your head.” 

You nodded, and rose from the chair on a shaky breath, “thank you.” 

Price nodded, “You’re welcome. There’s a debriefing in an hour.” He reminded. 

You nodded and walked out to get ready for the meeting. 

Three hours later you had found yourself in the middle of the battlefield. According to Price, it should’ve been an ‘easy’ mission. Gather the intel and get out, you hadn’t planned for the ambush. You had been almost positive you were safe, hidden behind a barrel, Ghost beside you. That was until you caught sight of the enemy behind you. 

You caught them raising their gun, aiming for the lieutenant. Soap screamed for him, you pushed him clean out of the way before hearing two gunshots ring out. One of which had pierced the enemy, knocking him down instantly. The other lodged itself into your thigh. You didn’t quite register the shot at first. Not until Soap was by your side. 

“Just go. Scan the perimeter, make sure there’s no more, make sure Gaz has the intel.” You spoke before he even had a chance to say anything to you. Soap ran off, you sat yourself down, still hiding behind the barrel. Your hand weakly pressing against the wound in your thigh. 

You leaned your head back against the barrel, closing your eyes as your hand was replaced by Ghost’s gloved appendage. You whined as he put more pressure than you had been. “I know, I know. Stay with me.” 

You giggled softly, “ironic, isn’t it?” Your head rolled to the side. “This time it wasn’t you saving me.” 

You watched Ghost’s eyes pass between your face and your leg repeatedly. His voice became distorted as he spoke into the walkie on his shoulder, more than likely explaining the situation to Price, and Gaz. Your eyelids grew heavy, so you opted to keep them closed. 

You could hear the concern in Ghost’s voice, but you could no longer hear the words. Could still feel the gloved hand pushing at your skin, but no longer the pain. You slowly allowed yourself to fall into the unconsciousness pulling at you. 

You came to, to the sounds of beeping and hushed voices. Confused, you opened your eyes, “Jesus.” You squinted, looking around. You found Price, and Ghost by your bedside. 

“Hey. How do you feel?” Price spoke, keeping his voice soft. 

“What happened?” Your voice came out weak. Ghost handed you a small paper cup with a straw. Noting he didn’t have the gloves on anymore. 

“Drink this. Small Sips. ” He spoke. You took it, taking a small sip as he instructed.

“You were shot.” Price spoke up again, and everything came back to you, “You were lucky. The bullet missed the femoral artery. Small fracture, you’re off for the next 8 to 12 weeks.” 

“8 to 12 weeks?” Your eyes widened, “No, Price there has to be a mistake! Surely it won’t take that long!” You handed the cup back to Ghost.

“That’s what the doctor has said, and that’s what we’re going by.” Price told you before his phone went off, and he walked out to take the call. 

You groaned, throwing your head back into the pillows. Ghost chuckled before handing you the cup again, “I bet you’re really regretting taking that bullet for me now huh?” 

You looked over at him, “not at all,” you smiled, “but I have to ask, where’d the gloves go?” 

You heard, more than saw, the audible gulp he took. “Had to take them off.” 

You nodded like you understood the implication of what he was saying. Which you did. You remembered him pressing his hands down against the wound trying to get the blood to clot. Saw how your blood stained the white part of the skeleton fabric. 

When you looked back up at him, you could see the fear. For once you saw your strong-willed, cold-hearted lieutenant, genuinely scared. For you. Like he was reliving what happened. Like he couldn’t believe you were still here. 

The word lucky rattled around in your brain. Echoing Price’s infliction. You were incredibly lucky, though you weren’t sure you’d admit it out loud. Something had shifted. You weren’t able to pinpoint exactly what, but something in the air of your hospital room felt different.

The aftermath of a mission always did funky things to you. Things you could never fully understand. Adding to that, the fact that you had been out of commission for the last 10 weeks. You had been a little rusty. Which was how you found yourself being dragged out to Ghost’s office. You were sure that he was mad, that he was going to berate you when he called you to his office. However, he led you past his office, and into his personal quarters. “You’re always such a problem.” He said as he closed the door behind you. 

“I didn’t see it!” You watched him. 

“I’m not saying anything.” He defended. 

“You are! You’re saying that I’m a problem.” 

“Because you are. I consistently am having to step in and save your ass because you’re so reckless.” 

“You can’t seriously sit there and get caught up in the few times you’ve saved me! Are you serious?! This is a fucking joke. You’re a fucking joke.” Your voice raised, anger shooting through your body. 

Ghost glared at you. “I’M the joke?! You must really think highly of yourself!” 

“Highl— What?! This is. No. No! I’m leaving. I will not allow you to sit here and treat me like this.” You stomped towards the door. You didn’t make it very far, before Ghost’s hand wrapped around your upper arm. 

“Do you care so little for your own life?” He spun you around to face him.

”What?” 

“Honestly, you’re reckless on the field, you almost stepped on a damn landmine today!! You took a bullet for me!” 

“I told you, I didn’t see it! I’m not reckless, and who knows what would have happened if I had let the bullet hit you! You could’ve died! I wasn’t willing to watch anything happen to you, when I could’ve helped!” 

“Why?!” 

“Because I care about you! Because the thought of you not being here hurts me more than I want to admit! Because the thought of not hearing your fucking voice every day, scares me!” You shouted, feeling the tears come to the surface of your eyes, but you refused to cry in front of him. 

The shock of your words had Ghost releasing his grip on you, if only slightly. You shook your head. “Forget it.” you sniffled and opened the door walking further down the hallway. Ghost snapped to his senses, and called you, but you were out of his sight. 

You had asked Price for some extra time. “A few more weeks, I want to make sure that I’m ready to be on the field again.” Was what you had told him, when in reality, you wanted to prolong your solitude. You hadn’t spoken to Ghost since your outburst, but he seemed content in letting it happen. Leaving you alone. 

Sure, you had run into each other a few times, damn near impossible not to, but never spoken to each other. In the time that you hadn’t been on missions, you spent it in your room reading, or in the gym trying to strengthen yourself. 

The boys had come back from another successful mission, elated but bruised. You smiled and hugged each of them with the exception of Ghost. You merely nodded at him, he stood stoic as ever. 

Soap threw his arm around you before leading you inside, with everyone following, “You’ll have to come with us on the next one. It’ll be just like old times!” He sang. 

You giggled, “yeah, maybe. We’ll see how I’m feeling.” 

“Well, at least come out to drink with us tonight! We’re heading to Bar Code.” Soap shook your shoulders lightly. He was always in a good mood after a successful mission. 

You nodded, “Sure.” 

That was how you found yourself in civilian clothing, sitting across from Price. Just shooting the shit with the boys reminded you of old times, better times. Price called your name, “you’ve been training. A lot harder than we’ve seen you before.” 

You smiled, knowing it was a compliment of the highest form, “Thank you, sir. I just want to make sure that I’m ready to be back in the field.” 

“So, I can count on you for the next one then?” 

Your smile widened, as you nodded, and Soap and Gaz whooped and cheered. “Well!” Gaz was the one to throw his arm around you this time, “I say that’s cause for celebrations! I’ll go get more drinks.” 

He moved to stand, but you put your hand on top of his on your shoulder, “let me.” You giggled as he withdrew and stood, walking over to the bar. 

Ordering what you knew everyone liked, you leant against the bar as you waited for the drinks. A slimy looking man slid next to you, “what’s a pretty little thing like you doing here all by yourself?” He clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth. 

“Oh,” you said quietly, moving away slightly, “I’m not alone. Here with some friends.” Of course Ghost had caught sight of him before he got close to you. 

The man followed you, before a hand reached out to grip your waist, pulling you closer. You leaned away. “C’mon. Don’t be like that. I bet they won’t even notice if you’re gone.” You could smell the alcohol on him before he even opened his mouth. 

You kept pushing at his chest, getting more alarmed by the moment, “I-I’m flattered, but not interested,” you looked around for someone, anyone to help you, but found no one. “I really should get back to my friends.” 

In an instant, Ghost was by your side. Unwrapping the stranger's hand from you before pulling you behind him. “You okay?” He looked over his shoulder at you. 

You nodded, and walked to the table silently. From what you saw the unknown man backed down pretty quickly, given Ghost was still in his tac gear, minus the vest. 

Ghost had come back with the drinks and set them down. Not another word was said between you and him for the rest of the night. 

Getting back to the base, everyone went their separate ways. Everyone except Ghost who pulled you with him into an empty barracks room. It was a standard room, with a bed in the back corner, small desk and lamp on the right side, and an armoire on the left.   “Ghost.. What do–” 

“Simon.” He cut you off. 

You tilted your head, confused. “Call me Simon. Please.” 

“Okay… Simon. Is there something you need?” 

His eyes fluttered shut as you said his name. “I think a conversation is needed.” 

“Conversation about what?” You crossed your arms over your chest. 

“What did you mean?” His eyes opened, solely focusing on your face, your reaction to him. “You said you care about me. But there’s so many things that could mean.” 

You took a deep breath in, and dropped your arms. “I’m exhausted. We can talk about this later.” You turned for the door. 

Simon muttered your name, “You and I both know if you walk out of here, this conversation won’t ever happen.” His voice stopped you from moving any further. “Please.” His voice softened to a whisper. 

“You’re a big boy, Simon. I’m sure you can figure it out. Given the context.” 

“I want to hear you say it.” 

“Why? So you can embarrass me some more? To make me relive that specific part of the conversation for days? I already have. I shouldn’t have said anything, it was vastly inappropriate.” 

Simon shook his head, stepping closer to you. “Tell me. Please.” 

A shiver flew down your spine. “You make it sound so easy. It won’t fix anything.” 

Simon stayed quiet behind you. He was close enough at this point to feel the body heat he gave off. You sighed, defeated. “I care about you.” You whisper. 

“And what does that mean?” Simon whispered back. 

You closed your eyes, staying quiet. This time when he said your name, he coated it in adoration, in awe. Pressing his body even closer, you caved. 

“I’m into you.” You felt his forehead come to rest on your shoulder. 

“Again.” He commanded, softly as his arm wrapped around your waist. 

You smiled, biting your lip, “I like you.” 

Simon pulled you back so you were fully flush against him. “Again.” 

“I have feelings for you.” 

His grip tightened, hand moving to your hip as he spun you to face him. “Once more.” He watched you. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, “I am so in love with you it hurts sometimes.” 

“Yeah?” He breathed, and you nodded as his face drew closer. 

“Yeah” you whispered moments before he pushed his mask up just past his nose, and kissed you. 

Fuck, he was good. He knew how to hook you in, one hand resting on the hinge of your jaw, and the other on your waist. Pulling you in, while simultaneously keeping you where he wanted you.

You couldn’t resist kissing back, placing your hands firmly on his chest. You could feel the low rumble he let out. Pulling away for a second, Simon dragged his thumb down the center of your lips. Your breathing was rapid, your mind felt like it was in the clouds. 

Without thinking, you leaned back in to capture his lips this time. His hands drifted down your body, before tapping the backs of your thighs. You shook your head only slightly to still keep your lips attached to his. 

He grunted into your mouth, before crouching slightly, and lifting you into his arms. You gasped before breaking apart, “Simon, put me down.” 

You saw his lips pull up into a smirk, “gladly” you watched his mouth form the word. He walked over, tightening his grip only moments before dropping you against the mattress. 

You squealed softly, before this mountain of a man was sprawled out on top of you, reattaching his lips to any skin he could find. Kissing down your face, to your neck. Hands pawing at your body, lifting your shirt to caress your skin. You whined, before sitting up only enough to pull your shirt off. 

“Atta girl.” Simon praised before reattaching his mouth to yours. His hands roaming your body, gently groping along his way as he finds the buttons on your jeans and slides them along with your panties off in one motion. 

You truly don’t know what came over you, the need to have Simon under you, succumbing to whatever you wanted, was overwhelming. 

So that was exactly what you decided to do, as you heaved your body so you had him pinned beneath you. The surprise of it alone had him pulling away from you. Hands coming to rest on your thighs. 

You made a show of removing your bra, the accompanying groan from him as you removed the last article of clothing was satisfying. You carefully slid down his body, removing articles of clothing as you went, until he was completely naked, and completely at your mercy. You looked down at him, your lip between your teeth. 

“Not so big and bad now are you?” You spoke softly, lining Simon’s leaking cock with your entrance, not able to stand another moment of the teasing.

“Don’t be a fucking tease, baby.” Simon gritted out. 

“Me? Never” You spoke, sliding him inside until you were flush with his hips. Gasping, as he gently bucked up into you. 

The grunt Simon let out had you clenching around him. His hands clasped around your hips, expletives being whispered into the air around you two. 

You brought yourself up just enough for him to slide out enough, before dropping yourself back down. “Fuck, yes. Just like that.” Simon whined. 

The sound alone had you falling forward, hands coming up to catch yourself on his chest. You let out a moan, as his hands roamed your body. “C’mon. Need me to take the lead?” He teased. 

You bit your lip as you straightened yourself out, and started bouncing on his cock. Simon’s head rolled back further into the pillow. Small chants of yes left his mouth. You glanced down at him, completely at your mercy, and you let out a borderline pornographic moan. 

Simon’s neck had been on full display, the veins distended, almost inviting. He was clenching his teeth, so as to keep all those little sounds in. Eventually, the intrusive thought won and you leant forward. Lips and teeth sucking a bright red hickey into his neck. “Oh, Fuck.” Simon mewled. 

Laving your tongue over the new mark, you felt a swell of pride. “Can’t take it?” You whispered into his ear, gently biting down on his earlobe. Simon let out a high pitched whine. “Who knew Simon Riley liked being bitten huh?” 

His hands settled back on your hips, “please” he grunted. 

You cooed, straightening and planting your hands on his chest once again, as you worked yourself against his cock. “Awwww. D’you wanna cum?” 

Increasing your speed, you could feel the stutter in his breath under your hands. One of his hands running up your back, to cup the back of your neck, pulling you down. 

Capturing your lips, he kissed any and all smart comments, and thoughts out of your head. Simon pulled away from you enough to let out a long, drawn out moan, as your hips stuttered, and you felt the warmth of his cum flooding you. 

You gasped, not expecting it so quickly. The pure, unadulterated power you felt in this moment was enormous. You just made big, bad, cold-hearted Simon Riley cum before you. 

Simon’s hands fell to your thighs, gently running his fingers over where the bullet had entered, “shit.” breathing labored, unable to think. 

You looked down at him, breathing picking up, eyes wide. “One more.” You surprised even yourself. “Give me one more. Si, just one more.” You spoke, grinding your hips against his. 

He grunted your name, “I can’t.” 

“Yes, yes you can. Gimme one more. You’re such a good boy, Si. You can gimme one more, yeah?” You whined, resuming bouncing on his cock once more. 

Simon whimpered, “Please.” 

“Yeah, there it is. Look at you. Letting me use you like this. Fuck. So good for me, yeah?” 

You watched Simon’s eyes roll back in his head, mouth open just slightly, allowing all the little noises loose. The little moans, hiccups, and half whines. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t getting to you. 

“You’re so hot like this. Can’t shut you up, can I?” You spoke, hips faltering. 

Soft chants of please left Simon’s pretty pink lips, head rolling from side to side. He was a sight. “Gonna cum again for me, Si?” You taunted him. 

Simon hiccuped, and nodded furiously. His entire body tensed, letting out an absolute wrecked moan, you once again felt the warmth of his seed, which only triggered your own orgasm this time. 

Head thrown back, grinding your hips before slowing to a complete stop. Slowly you lifted yourself on your knees and climbed off him. Simon chuckled as you collapsed beside him. 

“That definitely was not expected.” You wheezed out, attempting to catch your breath. 

“What part?” Simon smirked, pulling his mask back down. 

“All of it.” You yawned, and curled into his side. 

“We can dissect it in the morning, get some rest.” Simon ran his hand along your back gently, and you fell asleep in no time.

[choking-on-ice]

Ok, so I've seen the latest episode. Not willing to spoiler it if you haven't seen it yet, but I do want to know your thoughts if you did see it. Currently working on ideas with it. Mostly involving Lex.

Spoilers for S2E9 of MAwS

- I was so happy to see Lex outside for the first time in the show, good for him

- I've been secretly praying for more Steve + Jimmy content and I absolutely SCREAMED

- Steve implying that his wolf mural represents him and Jimmy made my day

- Steve giving Kara such a solid casual af pep talk was perfect to me

- I feel like this ep is a great potential to have Lex's "turning point" in a fic or something. Like seeing everything go wrong and Lex helping spring Jimmy bc he realizes he fucked up, or just straight up jumping ship on Wallace when Jimmy gets arrested

- I'm hoping Jimmy's phone still live streaming Wallace wasn't just a throw-away plot device, bc so many people would have seen that and I'd like to see her pulled into the spotlight

- Jimmy attempted to use kryptonite against Brainiac-Clark in the previous ep, I could picture a lil team-up scene as he explains to Lex why it won't work

- Jimmy yet again displaying the emotional availability and communication skills that like 90% of the cast woefully lack (no shade, love them stubborn shits)

- Super Lois was dope, and the world would absolutely not be safe if she got to keep all that power lmao

- something about this episode activated my lil gremlin brain that wants to see my faves all angsty and sad:

- Lex thinking Jimmy's gonna die and it will be all his fault and how he'll never be able to face Kara.

- Jimmy thinking his failed plans led Kara and his friends to their doom and believing one of his biggest failures was never reaching Lex and pulling him out of Wallace's clutches.

- Kara finally has something to fight for only to fail at the hands of both her Father and Lex's robots, all while her fragile Jimmy is left to watch her defeat from the sidelines

- the Daily Planet showing up to save them made me so happy, these goofy journalists are more helpful than literally any cop or government official

[kisskissbanggang]

Contention - pt. 1

[2.1k words/<10min. read - Skz! Love Triangle, Non-Idol!AU - Personal Assistant!Seungmin x Female Reader, SFW/VERY Suggestive/✨Spicy✨, Smut in Other Chapters - Arranged Courting, Hwang Hyunjin has Demons and One is his Mother, Dirty Secrets, All the Taboo Thrill of Infidelity Without Actually Cheating Because You Aren't Even Together, Heavy Forbidden Makeout Sessions in Uncomfortable Settings, Seungmin is the Goodest Boy (For Now), Exorcising my Seungmin and Hyunjin Brain Rot One Fic at a Time, References to Toxic/Abusive Parent/Child Relationships (Not Reader)]

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Sunday, 3:36 pm

It wasn't as though you blamed Hwang Hyunjin for any of this. 

You’d lost nothing. Rather, if anything, there was almost too much to gain. Nothing was lost, or broken, or hurt. 

Except for maybe your pride. 

Your correspondence, your interviews – they’d all been with Hyunjin's mother. 

In her eyes, you were the most perfect potential partner for her son that she’d ever met. The only problem was that he’d been impossible to convince towards any concept of settling down with someone she approved of, belligerent to any inkling that she could really know what’s best. 

None of this had been disclosed to you, of course. As far as you’d known, Hyunjin adored you; he was simply too busy with work to come meet you in person. His mother was only helping him arrange all this. It was his idea that you move in for a trial run. 

A six month long trial run. 

For the sake of saving face and appeasing the accountants, you’d be Hyunjin’s “personal assistant.” You were to never leave this goddamn penthouse for six months. By the end of it, you would either be engaged or paid handsomely for your time. 

It was an easy – if not incredibly daunting – yes. 

In your mind, Hyunjin was already mad about you. He wrote you letters, he gave you photos, all scented with his cologne and accompanied with flowers. He was too good to be true, gorgeous and tall with sharp eyes and full lips. It never occurred to you that you were being naive. Mrs. Hwang was so earnest, so humble about her role in all of this. The potential financial gain was only an extremely generous consolation prize should it not work out. She just wanted her son to be happy.

You’d laughed along when Hyunjin’s mother introduced you to the doorman in the lobby. 

“Remember her face, now. If you see her within the next six months, you call me.”

She’d laughed. The doorman laughed. So you laughed, too. 

Nothing prepared you for meeting Hyunjin. First, he was incredulous, wondering if this was all a prank. 

Did you know his friends?

Maybe his boss put you up to this?

But the second you mentioned his mother, all the pieces fell into place. The penthouse was a new arrangement for him as well. He instantly recognized the handwriting on your letters as hers. The small, precious still life he’d painted for you had actually been missing from his bedroom for weeks.

This was Mrs. Hwang’s grand scheme to finally get her insubordinate son married. 

You pleaded, bartered, begged for a way out of this. The writing was on the wall: you were fucked. You'd quit your job, you'd moved out of your apartment, signed an NDA – all stipulations laid out in her contract you'd signed. Hyunjin was helpless. She controlled his finances, managed his social circle, and watched him like a hawk. 

No. You didn't blame Hyunjin for any of this. 

But it didn't make it hurt any less that he wasn't interested in giving you a chance. 

And it wasn't like you didn't understand why; that much was clear and obvious. His mother adored you, so he simply wouldn't. 

The two of you awkwardly cohabitated for a whole month leading up to last night. It was easy to have separate spaces within the shared home. You had your own room, and there were, plain and simply, too many ways to spend time by yourselves. The penthouse was insane, a lush little suite with a pool on the patio, a private roof, and a dedicated elevator. You were reading in the living room that night, stretched out on the plush couch when Hyunjin brought a girl home for the first time. 

The couch conveniently blocked Hyunjin from seeing you and your mortified face, but you could see clear as day. 

“Okay, I think my roommate is asleep.”

Roommate.

You were gutted. 

Five more months of this until the payday of your life. 

And if there were going to be any more nights like this, maybe you could even afford a lobotomy. How could you be so stupid? A sickening ball of desperation and humiliation burned in your gut.

That brought you to today, the point where everything shifted. You were feeling sorry for yourself at the breakfast nook, and why wouldn't you? It’d taken you weeks to allow yourself to fall in love with the idea of Hyunjin and work up the courage to take on this ludicrous deal in the first place. And now you were stuck here. 

In your refusal to hear anything since the previous night until this girl was gone, you were stubbornly still wearing your headphones while you miserably picked at a croissant. You didn’t hear Seungmin come in whatsoever, not until he appeared in front of you in the kitchen, startling you with a new box of pastries. 

As you’d quickly learned, Hyunjin had a real personal assistant. Seungmin drove Hyunjin around, ran his errands, and – apparently – even chauffeured his one-night stands home. You’d met Seungmin early on, and he was just as disquieted about this arrangement as the two of you already were. Thankfully, it didn't seem to outwardly affect his hospitality at all. Seungmin was kind, he was attentive, and he was probably the only person who gave a damn about you while you were locked up in here. At that moment, at the breakfast nook, he silently waved and opened the box to offer you a fresh, warm croissant. You nodded appreciatively before he took his box of goodies with him, no doubt sanctimoniously kicking open Hyunjin’s door for a wake-up call.

They had a weird relationship. The two men were clearly boss and employee, but they were also unmistakably friends. Maybe it was because they both answered to Mrs. Hwang. 

Shortly after, Seungmin passed by the kitchen again, ushering out a gorgeously disheveled young woman and an unsurprisingly pristine Hyunjin. Sundays were a social day, which meant Seungmin would be dropping him off at the gym and he wouldn’t be back until much later that day, hopping from brunch to shopping to late lunch and maybe even dinner and drinks. You sighed when you had the penthouse to yourself again. 

This was the part you didn’t think through all the way when you were considering this ridiculous proposal. Hyunjin worked and had a busy social life. It had quickly become apparent that Mrs. Hwang intended for you to be available at all times at home, maximizing the opportunity for you two to get close, but this also meant that you were alone for a majority of the time. Some days you never changed out of loungewear. Some days, even, you never changed out of your pajamas. You would binge watch shows and movies, endlessly scroll online, maybe try to exercise or lounge by the pool, all in a loop that was quickly starting to grow stale.

Maybe that’s what made everything go the way it did when Seungmin came back in through the elevator that afternoon. You poked your head out from the living room and caught sight of him nearly dropping his armful of groceries. Today was a day where you never changed out of your pajamas, your cozy cardigan covering up your thin camisole and modest shorts. Your warm socks made you almost slip on the tile floor. Seungmin was humbly grateful when you jogged over to help, even grabbing a bag out of his hands to ease the load. He followed you back to the kitchen, where you’d briefly crossed paths that morning.

“I should’ve asked if you need anything,” he regretted out loud, setting his bags on the counter and sorting through them.

You blinked back at him as you did the same with your own bag. “You don’t need to do that; you bring me things all the time.”

“Sure,” he shrugged, “but I want to. I want to know what you want.”

“Seungmin, I promise you, this is more than enough.”

It’d only been a month, but Seungmin was occasionally bringing you books and magazines. The bag you’d grabbed from him had your favorite canned coffee in it. Lately, he’d been quizzing you on what drinks you liked, what snacks you indulged in, and he’d readily have whatever it was the next time he saw you. He would always make sure to check in on you whenever he came by. For all intents and purposes, Seungmin was your saving grace during this bizarre, voluntary home arrest.

It was worth repeating: maybe this was why everything that came next happened the way it did.

For such a lavish kitchen in such a spacious home, you and Seungmin managed to trip over each other while putting away the shopping, landing on the floor in a tangled heap, wedged into the counter. Those damned socks. Some cosmic being was playing a prank on you, surely, when you found yourself on top of Hyunjin’s assistant on the floor. The two of you groaned in unison. Your knee was likely pressing uncomfortably into Seungmin’s ribs, so you obviously leaned off, and now, mortifyingly, you found yourself straddling his hips.

And you weren’t the only one to notice.

Seungmin was reclined back on his elbows, his eyes wide behind his glasses.

Maybe it was just the moment.

Maybe it was something more.

He leaned in first, and you automatically did the same.

Your skin erupted into goosebumps.

Both your breathing was shallow, like you were trying to slow down time to think for a goddamn second.

Maybe you were lonely.

Maybe it was something else.

The kiss lasted three seconds.

Three.

He was so warm.

Two.

His kiss was so gentle.

One.

You wanted him so badly.

Your mouths parted, but only barely. It was a stalemate; the next move would decide everything.

And Seungmin decided to slide an arm up around your waist.

You melted into him then, your fingers running through his hair and slipping his glasses onto the tile when you kissed him again. The breaths you’d been holding were gasped and sighed into each other. His chest sought for air against yours, close and tight in the cavernous home. You were quickly dizzy, high off the adrenaline of finding yourself locked in a heated embrace with your intended fiance’s assistant, but you nonetheless found yourself curious. There was one question on your mind. When you tried to lean up from Seungmin, he hungrily reeled you back down, his daring tongue tempting yours to keep pace. You gathered his hands from where they were holding your waist and firmly pressed them back into the tile, over his head. 

Even while catching his breath, his hips were canting up into your own. He was distractingly, temptingly hard between your legs. He grinned, panting. “More,” he pleaded.

“In a second,” you quieted him, hushed in the giant penthouse. You were unable to hold back a coughed laugh while you tried to more steadily inhale. “You just have to tell me: is it me you want? Or the opportunity?”

Seungmin was visibly confused. “Of course it’s you,” he answered, his volume matching yours. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I mean,” you faltered for a second. “I’m apparently not good enough for Hyunjin–”

“Hyunjin’s insane,” Seungmin smirked. “You’re perfect.”

The simple move of you letting him go fell into sync with him pulling his hands free, but you weren’t expecting Seungmin to roll the two of you over, his lips and tongue joining his hips in pinning you to the tile floor of the kitchen. His groans and sighs were delicious to hear, the way he wanted you making the exhaustion of the last month feel forgotten. This was incredible, easily enough to make you want to ask Seungmin to come to your bedroom with you, if not fuck you right here in the kitchen–

–when the penthouse elevator chimed.

You untangled from each other immediately, scrambling to regain your senses and look like you had not just been fooling around when Hyunjin casually strolled in. He passed by the kitchen to find Seungmin finishing putting away the groceries while you pretended to scroll on your phone at breakfast nook. Hyunjin looked between the two of you, obviously sensing something odd but unsure of exactly what. He opened the fridge.

“You’re back early,” Seungmin observed. His ears were red.

“My plans got changed,” Hyunjin shrugged, pulling out a can. “Whose coffee is this?”

You meagerly raised a hand. Hyunjin nodded.

“Ah.”

That was it. He put the drink right back in the fridge, grabbing something else and warily eyeing you both again before exiting the kitchen.

You and Seungmin locked eyes then.

Holy shit, you realized, what if Hyunjin found out?

Or worse, you furthered that thought, what if Mrs. Hwang found out?

Seungmin had a small, humble grin, maybe even a bit dazed when he finally left you by yourself in the kitchen.

This was either going to make the next five months much more enjoyable or far more difficult.

[lana7779]

Hi, it is me, the selfcest (Breakcest?) anon again! You did not disappoint with your thoughts , as always! You are so right about the healing type of dynamic Break would have with his younger self. I have only ever seen Pinterest art of the two before, which just made their relationship would be purely sexual but there is much potential for something more soft between too. I could see Break coming back to his younger self on purpose to try to save him like one of those Christmas Ghost stories xP As for me writing for the pair... I am a little shy, I don't know if I could be as brave as you to post my fics for the world to see and criticise...

Heyy!!!

I'm glad I did not disappoint! I really do need to give Kevin more thoughts, because he has been through so much, and I really do think that Break, as much as he wants to distance himself from his old life, respects the experience Kevin gave him.

I think I know the art you're talking about. Hahah, really brings a whole other meaning to the term "love thyself". I mean, I'm not saying that after Break is done kissing all of Kevin's worries away he wouldn't drag him to the bedroom... after all, smut and fluff aren't mutually exclusive, so where there is fluff there can always be smut! But I'll leave that up to people's imaginations... ;D

But yes, I definitely think Break would get an absolute kick out of going back to meet his past self. Him especially out of the whole cast, just because of how much his past shaped who he is now, and they are practically two different people.

Kinda random thought, but I hope if he was to go back in time and meet his younger self and "fix him", that wouldn't alter the timeline wherein Break wouldn't exist........ (time travel makes my brain hurt, I should not entertain this thought any further... haha) HYPOTHETICALLY speaking though, if Break was to help Kevin become a better version of himself, I want Break to still remain Break, independently of a fixed Kevin. There. That's how I want this pair to work.

As for your fics being criticized... I'll tell you about the beauty of rarepairs, and that is, people generally SEEK rarepair content, they don't just stumble upon it. And if somebody decides to be critical of a rarepair, (knowing fully well that they went out of their way to seek that content), well... it just reminds me of this meme:

Likewise, I guess I just generally trust people to follow the "don't like, don't read" rule. And then those that do choose to read it and don't like it for whatever reason to just... stop reading and move on?

I'm a firm believer that the right people will find my content in due time. As you've seen, I write for the most questionable, least popular PH ships out there, and yet they're still getting love and support from the right people.

So if you ever do find the courage to post what you've got, I'm sure you'll do great! <3

[yiptsu]

Hey, here's a chance for you to ramble ;)

About who because I have way too much to say all at once

Like for fucking starters the way the fandom took Dreamtale (which quite frankly didn't belong in the UnderTale Multiverse in the first place and I'm 90% sure Joku just wanted to insert her[?] OCs and story somewhere she[?] knew it would get attention) and turned it into something fantastic was absolutely incredible to watch pan out in real-time. Second of all there is nobody in this world who is more in love with Nightmare's design than I am at this point 'cuz there has not been a single day in the last five years I have not thought about him (/srs) good LORD there is way too much to talk about there and I promised someone I wouldn't be un-sfw on here just know I'm on my knees barking for him begging him for a chance a SINGLE chance and that I would pay for.. certain artwork.. of him if given that opportunity..

Anyway I think the fandom's version of Dreamtale both ruins and improves the overall story because quite frankly I have never been happy with how Passive!Nightmare straightup dies but maybe that's just the angst brain y'know I think that Nightmare living but holding a deep hatred and/or jealousy for Dream would have been a better route there but also I understand that the AU doesn't only revolve around them and has to involve other characters and having Passive die is probably one of the easiest ways of doing that. But also if Nightmare killed his own mom how much extra angst potential would there be, right? 'Cuz then we'd also get angst with Dream trying to move on from it and forgive him and that is a whole other topic and I'm tryna stay on track here.

Speaking of Dream I personally think that the way the fandom used to (and still does sometimes) treat him was foul.. absolutely slanderous. UwU little soft boi Dream.. bleh. I think I could understand that take on Dream if it was when he was younger or had just directly come out of statue form but the people who used to write him as just some guy who lived solely to fix his brother and not think about anything else was certainly something. I mean I think you could technically write a perspective like that but it would take such a large amount of effort to fit properly within literally any sort of canon that it just wouldn't be worth it at all unless you're really that dedicated to it. Anyway, I think I'm just glad that the fandom has largely moved past the entire pathetically weak Dream saga that happened. I really fucking love Dream who is still grieving over the loss of his brother but can also accept that he's gone and is focusing on saving the Multiverse instead of trying to get his brother back at any cost I'm so in love with that version of Dream but nobody writes him like that on Wattpad so whenever I'm reading a fic about him it's HORRIBLE.

Y'know what I'm taking the chance to talk about how I don't think there's enough religious content surrounding Dream and Nightmare because I'd like to remind everyone that they are Guardians, which is pretty similar to Gods depending on who you ask. You CANNOT tell me that, whilst Nightmare is out causing havoc and spreading negativity to the AUs and such, not a SINGLE person would start thinking of him as a deity-like figure. Take it a step further and have them praying to him and giving him offerings like that is a banger concept if done correctly.

Take it ANOTHER step further and have it be done with Dream. Sure Nightmare's the Guardian of Negativity so not many people are likely to support him and such but Dream is the Guardian of Positivity, people would 100% worship him. There are so many things you could do with this concept, have him running around trying to keep his supporters happy whilst also protecting the Multiverse from Nightmare, have him be overwhelmed have him be fearful of the way people view him because it reminds him of the times before the Apple Incident oh my God please can someone do anything with this concept

Also side note I am in love with the bad sanses poly ship like that's also something not explored enough within fics I'll get around to writing something about it eventually but LORD the things I would do to read a 150k word fic about their adventures and their love for each other and their arguments and their miscommunications and their flaws and how they love each other's flaws and how they accept each other for who they are without having to drastically change anything about themselves and how they've finally found comfort in other people like them and how they never thought they would so they're super happy and AAAAAAAAAA dude. The things I'd do to read something like that.

Also. Listen to me. Error. I don't think I have to say much else because the large majority of people are already agreeing just based on Error alone but.. Error.

I am a VERY big fan of how his redesign is VERY similar to Geno's design except in negative form with some slight variations and I don't know if anything I'm about to talk about was on purpose or not but we're going into it anyway. First of all I love the idea of a Sans somehow glitching his way practically out of existence and becoming a fucked up piece of code like Error, but God the way his design looks will never get old to me. Never. The way he's all black because it's the negative of white and y'know in computer viruses and crashes they usually portray it as turning into negative colours when something has gone wrong BUT the way that Error's design only uses the primary colours (red, yellow, blue) WOOF that gets me GOINNNNNGGG like YES we've gone back to the basics no more complex colours no more special little colour palettes nothing like that he is basic and he is simple. He is UNPREDICTABLE like a virus he does not have any set opinions or personality traits at least not set in stone he is unhinged he has nothing to properly define him other than the term 'manbaby' and it is SO good because he isn't Sans he isn't even considered one or at least he shouldn't be because yes technically he is one if you look into it even the slightest but he has basically zero similarities because his personality is negative his personality is flipped his personality is FUCKED everything about him is FUCKED and he is INSANE. He is not patient like Sans he is not mysterious like Sans he is not harmless unless heavily, heavily aggravated like Sans he is the opposite he is a FOOL. A JESTER. Can someone draw him in a jester's outfit I think that would be funny anyway I love him he's my little meow meow my little guy my little non-friendly pal ALSO his fucking birthday is a 404 joke and his strings are a joke too for strings of code and it took me FOUR YEARS to figure that out because I'm a dummy but once it clicked?? Wowza it was like a new world opened because I could actually finally understand what his strings were all about.

I don't really have much to say about Killer if I'm being honest with you.. I'm just obsessed with him because he's a crazy extrovert who stabs people to death and also his design fucks hard though I do somehow keep forgetting his Soul whenever I draw him.. which isn't often I really need to start drawing him more he's SO fun his little drippy eye sockets are SO much fun to draw I cannot lie to you guys I would most definitely do a full piece of art of him if it meant I got to draw his eyes.

Fuck it I think Killer and Nightmare's possible relationship dynamics go CRAZY and I will need there to be more content of them. It does not matter if it's ship or not I just need them being them. I need Killer annoying Nightmare but Nightmare putting up with it because he finds it really cute how Killer likes being near him even if it's only to annoy him. I need Killer being patient and listening to Nightmare struggling to explain his own emotions (I also need Nightmare who can process everyone else's emotions besides his own) and Nightmare being so so grateful that he can confide in Killer about it. I need Killer following Nightmare's every word and demand because he wants to please him and when Nightmare compliments him it's all worth it. I need awkward Nightmare and Killer where Killer keeps trying to befriend Nightmare but Nightmare can't figure out what he's trying to do so he's just like "???" until Killer has to outright ask him to be friends. I need not awkward Killer and Nightmare where Nightmare knows full well that Killer wants to be friends but he is afraid of what would happen and he's afraid of putting their team in danger because what if he says something bad and Killer decides to leave ?? What would happen to the rest of his team then ??

I need Nightmare and Killer content where Nightmare is willing to take the risk of befriending him if it means being closer with him. And then I need Nightmare and Killer content which evolves into Killermare content which then evolves into bad sans poly.

I need Nightmare and Killer. Just in general now I just need them no further context.

WHEW the things I could say about Blueberror.. man I only started getting into him like a week ago because of a Wattpad request but I completely forgot how in love with his design I am. I can't really comment on it the same way as Error because, well, nothing tops Error but his design is so so so fun I love it I love how he still resembles his old self I love how not much changed other than he, again, became a sort of negative-like version of himself. I fucking love the stars on his face too I think face markings have gotta be the best thing to ever happen with OC creation in general things just feel incomplete if they don't have something there to draw on their faces

Wait is that the link? Is that what I've been missing???? Blueberror has stars Error has lines, Killer has his drippy eyesockets and Nightmare has his one singular covered drippy eyesocket oh fuck they all have some sort of identifiable feature on their faces God damn it

[angels-heap]

opinions on valve rarepairs:

chellyx, valhoun, shepvance, shephoun, and uhmm gordon x chell, and uh any others ig

Not sure what prompted this, but here you go, I guess! Obligatory disclaimer that all these ships are great, even if they're not for me.

Chellyx: 5/10

I understand the appeal conceptually (there's something inherently neat about two similarly smart, hot, brave women getting together to save the world and make out), but as someone who doesn't typically enjoy crossover fanworks, it just doesn't do much for me. It would take a lot of exposition to get me invested in a fic featuring this ship, and I'm hesitant to engage with fanart from people I don't know because of The Discourse. (Specifically, that trend from a few years ago where the most annoying people in the fandom would post chellyx once in a blue moon just to say "See, I don't hate Alyx! I just hate those nasty freaks who ship her with men!!!!")

... Hm, maybe I'd be more interested in this ship if I saw more people, like, earnestly shipping it?

Valhoun: 8/10

The dynamic between Alyx and Barney appeals to me because they have the shared experience of having lived through the Combine occupation, but their roles within that society are very, very different. Alyx has virtually no concept of the Before Times and is an important figure in the Resistance, but in a kind of sheltered way, whereas Barney does remember life before the Combine and is also an important member of the Resistance, but god at what cost? It's fun to imagine how they'd try to navigate a sexual and/or romantic relationship in those circumstances and I'm tired of pretending it's not. They also have twice the snark potential compared to the mainstream ships, so bonus points for that.

(Shameless self-promotion: May I interest anyone in some porn with feelings? Or some semi-consensual voyeurism that may eventually get a sequel?)

Shephoun: 0/10

I do not care about Adrian Shephard. Sorry. His character just does nothing for me, and I don't see the version of Barney that lives in my head going for this guy. IMO, putting a military corporal and a security guard together in the early 2000s would generate the absolute worst political opinions you've ever heard... and not much else.

Shepvance: 2/10

I still don't care about Adrian Shephard, but I can kind of see the potential here. Two confused, scared young people bond with each other in stasis? The right person could probably sell me on this.

Gordon x Chell: 4/10

See chellyx, above. Still not a fan of crossovers, and this pairing has 50% less women compared to chellyx. Also, most of Gordon's appeal as a character (to me) comes from his interactions with other, more fleshed out characters, so a ship between two underdeveloped silent protags just doesn't work for my brain.

You didn't ask but I'm adding Lauren x Barney: 7/10

Lauren is barely a character, but I'm a sucker for pre-rescas content and making Barney sad. :)

[heliopauseentertainments]

Fanfic writer ask game, if you feel like it:

✨️ Out of the comments you’ve received on your fics, what are two or three of your favorites?

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write? (It doesn't come across, so that's interesting...)

🎯 Do you have a writing milestone you’re working towards?

Thanks for asking! (Also thank you for your patience, it's been a busy day)

✨️ Out of the comments you’ve received on your fics, what are two or three of your favorites?

I'd have to go digging through all of my comments to know for sure but here are some that I remember. I can't say for sure that these are my all-time favorites because my brain is like a sieve at times, but these are definite favorites:

Because one comment references spoilers for Solar Flare, I'mma put this under a cut.

This one was left by @lush-specimen on the first TF fic I ever wrote: Suspicious Stars. As a consequence, this is the first TF fic comment as well.

This is really cute! Poor Megatron is perplexed by the simple idea that Rodimus missed him. The different messages on all the stars are great! And I love Rodimus' dialogue!! Casually dropped "dude" and "my guy" into the conversation! Quality content!! Thank you for posting this!!

I also love comments where folks try to puzzle out what's going on. I love seeing reader theories. Reforged and Solar Flare are both full of comments where folks propose what they think is going on. An example is this one from Quashing_Tub (Tumblr handle unknown if they have one) on Solar Flare (chapter 13)

Mpving this comment to here to avoid potential spoilers. , I have a slight theory. Megs absolutely DOES have the Prime Devotion Beam™ (thanks I'm adopting it too lol). But Soundwave plays a frequency that provides interference so it can't harm the others. Meaning Soundy's the only one who noticed. He turned off the frequency to specifically affect Starscream, but seeing the chapters since 8, I'm wondering if Soundy was trying to block out Roddy's PDB to save t Screamy and by extension the Cause. Too bad it only helped in the short term. I also love how Orion's sucg a sweet bean that no one notices he might ALSO have special Prime powers? Like Zeta doesn't because he kinda just took the role. Any reverence is an infirned opinion or dedicated to his actualy character but Ori literally can just stand there and get people to spill the beans. But don't worry about that, that's just Orion.

Sometimes the theories are jokes, which I adore, like this one from Reforged (chapter 12) by @redspecs

What horrors will Prowl find searching those many storage units? Tourist-trap souvenirs? Novelty sex toys? Or maybe even, god forbid, unfinished paperwork?

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?

Ultra Magnus (separately from Minimus or as a guy not being piloted by Minimus), Soundwave, and Jazz are all three that I find very difficult. Because I don't write them very often.

🎯 Do you have a writing milestone you’re working towards?

Not currently, I don't think, short of finishing Solar Flare. Before that, it was finishing whatever longfic novel I was working on before.

I don't think I ever really give myself milestones beyond "finish the fic" or "have a submission for every day of X event".

I think the most elaborate one I had was "use a different continuity for every day" one year when I was still doing MegOp Week.

[throughtrialbyfire]

ASKS! K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share? V: A secondary (or underrated) character you want to see more of in fic?

eeeee hey there!!

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

oh man. i write a lot of angst/angst-adjacent things, so i don't know which one to name. i think one of them, though, is a fic i'm writing just for my own self-indulgence reasons where athenath nearly dies from poison, and emeros just barely saves them. it's fun <3

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

yes!! i have a hadvar/ralof fic sitting in my brain i'm thinking of working on soon. it'd be a sort of continuation of my one-shot about them, but could be read on its own.

V: A secondary (or underrated) character you want to see more of in fic?

enthir and gelebor, tbh. enthir is SUCH a little shit and i love him deeply, and gelebor has so much potential to dig into. i might have to roll up my sleeves and do some work on him sometime…

oh!! and sinding!! holy shit, he can be insanely fun to work with, i'd love to see more content with him!!

thank you so much for sending these!! <3333

fanfic ask meme

[glorified-red]

would you rather…..

Have prince!damian save you from an arranged marriage to someone you don’t love 

Or 

King! Tim rescue you from rebels who have kidnapped you 

this was a hard choice im not gonna lie, you're getting more creative man.

On one hand, I'm on a HUGE damian kick right now, like massive. My poor baby boy Tim, but my brain is ROTTING with Damian content. Sorry not sorry. I may have been a Tim centric blog but not anymore bby.

But a kidnapping fic?? Are you JOKING?? THOSE ARE MY FAVORITE.

UGH.

Okokok Damian saving you from an arranged marriage has so much political potential because he'd have to be so calculated about it in order to perserve his royal status. Honestly it'd be near impossible without blackmail of some type over the other prince.

What that black mail is?? Idk, something angsty I hope. But politics aside, I just want to be carried home with the man I love instead, is that too much to ask?

BUT KIDNAPPING.

Literally kidnapping is the S-Tier of fanfic tropes for me (hypothermia, my love, you are ranked above this).

From the soreness from being tied up, the rope burn, the GAGS, the insecurities, the emotional turmoil, the adrenaline, all the way to the big rescue moment? UGH EVERYTHING ABOUT KIDNAPPING TROPES IS PERFECT.

So yea, Kidnapping for the win thank you.

[void-and-virtue]

First off, thank you for tagging me @moondal514 . This looks fun! It’s insane to me that anyone would consider me a mutual but I’m happy about it sksksks

currently reading: Nothing in particular? There’s a bunch of books I want to read but my brain is SO not on board with me branching out in the book direction rn. I did finally cave and read Son Nefes in full yesterday, even if that is only book-adjacent (It’s really good. If you’re an AFTG fan and haven’t read it, you should. Even if you technically already know all it says from various posts floating around).

Fic wise, it’s whatever @jtl-fics has going on with Fluent Freshman. It’s just prime comedy complete with memes, 11/10.

favorite color: Midnight Blue. I will sing my love for it from the rooftops.

last song: Take Me Back To Eden by Sleep Token. I’m frothing at the mouth about the entire album, but the title song in particular is rotating in my mind like a rotisserie chicken.

last show: I haven’t watched anything in so long I literally can’t remember. @statistical-improbabilities my beloved is trying to bully me into Shadow and Bone and The Good Place and I’ve had my eye on The Legend Of Vox Machina since it came out so my next pick is most likely gonna be one of those.

currently watching: YouTube. If anything, it’s YouTube. I cycle through video essays, Hollow Knight content, Critical Role VODs and the YouTube channel of the animal guy from TikTok like nobody’s business

last movie: Probably my nth rewatch of Howl’s Moving Castle about a year ago (oh god, what is time?) I really wanna go see Across The Spiderverse—the first movie was SO GOOD. Also, Everything Everywhere All At Once when I get around to it (can you tell how I’m always late to trends?)

sweet/spicy/savory: People here expect me to CHOOSE??

currently working on: My beloved monster child of a WIP that is shaping up to be absolutely MASSIVE. It’s an Andreil soulmate AU with telepathy because I am forever true to my brand of ‘what does it do to a person if they have mental superpowers, would that be fucked up or what?’. I passed 110k on this yesterday. It’s still potentially less than half the story. Save me.

current obsession: Take Me Back To Eden by Sleep Token. Ooooh my god. I started listening into this album a couple days ago but sat down today to listen to the entire thing in its proper intended order and. I have ascended into a whole other plane of existence. I am experiencing emotions in colors previously only known to mantis shrimp. I can see my Spotify Wrapped of this year going completely down the drain as this album becomes the only thing I listen to for the entire rest of the year, on repeat. I wish this was an exaggeration. I am dead serious. Sorry to my friends on discord who will be subjected to my lethal case of Not Shutting The Fuck Up About It for the next while <3

6 mutuals: I have no idea at which point following a blog makes that person become a mutual. All I know is that @statistical-improbabilities @i-think-i-lost-my-phone and @swamp-world are legally obliged to put up with my bullshit. @dumbenby I’m roping you into this too <3

Anyone who sees this and feels like doing it (or sees it and wonders why the hell I didn’t tag them because we’re obviously mutuals (I’m sorry)), feel free to take this as your invitation to go ahead and/or yell at me <3

[blooming-violets]

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

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That's 904 more posts than 2021!

389 posts created (43%)

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I tagged 646 of my posts in 2022

Only 29% of my posts had no tags

#asks - 201 posts

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#tasm x reader - 117 posts

#peter parker - 116 posts

#fic recs - 100 posts

#peter parker x reader - 93 posts

#spiderman - 87 posts

#rambles - 86 posts

#tasm!peter parker - 79 posts

Longest Tag: 98 characters

#i was going to write a little blurb about peter falling in love with a model he's shooting pics of

My Top Posts in 2022:

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#5

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Chapter Fics:

Pinky Promise (Completed)

Part One

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Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Imminent (Completed)

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Smitten (Completed)

Part One

Part Two

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Part Four

Part Five

Epilogue

Extras

Forever Isn’t Long Enough (Completed)

Part One

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633 notes - Posted January 31, 2022

#4

I am full to the brim w tasm requests. so I will empty the contents of my brain below. Do with them what you will.

1: Peter teaches reader to skateboard with the good old hands on her hips/ holding her hands deliciousness.

2: Reader who struggles to sleep during the night when shes by herself has the best sleeps when she's napping with Peter during the day, she suggests that he stays the night so she can get a good sleep before an exam, this becomes a regular occurrence, friends to lovers plot ensues.

3: Reader discovers that Peter carrys round a photo of them together in his wallet and just MELTS

4: Some ANGST (kinda): reader is unwell and has been for a while, she is scared of her future and scared that peter will leave her so she doesn't tell him right away, he finds out anyway and is heartbroken for two reasons. 1: she is suffering and 2: she thinks he would leave her for a reason like that

5: More ANGST: Peter still talks about Gwen, alot. Reader feels like she will never live up to what Gwen was to Peter so she confronts Peter about it.

I HATE WHEN YOU PUT SO MUCH GOOD SHIT IN ONE ASK. How am I supposed to pick?!?

I'm feeling fluffy right now. I'm doing 1 and saving the others for my angsty nights.

[TASM!Peter Parker x Reader, flirty friends is what I would describe their relationship as, not quite at the dating stage but getting closer]

Peter teaches reader to skateboard with the good old hands on her hips/ holding her hands deliciousness.

You loitered around the skatepark with your camera in hand. It was golden hour and the lighting was perfect. The sun cast a warm glow over cold concrete and the clouds had turned a deep orange. You knelt down beside the half pipe and aimed your camera at Peter. You followed him with the lens until he launched off the other side, bending his legs and grabbing the board with his hand as he spun through the air. The sound of your shutter clicking away filled your ears. You immediately pulled the camera from your face once he landed to look at the results. You felt Peter jog up beside you as you flicked through the pictures.

"How did I look? Did I look cool?" He asked through breathless gasps.

You tiled the camera to show him your favorite picture so far. It was a silhouette of his lean body bent high in the air as he blocked out the sun rays. You were pleased with the clear focus you had managed to get and, with a little editing, the colors would really pop.

Peter leaned over your shoulder and studied the picture. You could smell the sweat and fresh air clinging to his black hoodie. The smell was familiar and intoxicating. It made you want to lean in closer and burry your face in his clothes.

Instead, you made a snarky comment back at him, "Nothing I could do would ever make you cool, Parker. You're a lost cause."

Your favorite of his goofy smiles spread across his face.

He nudged your shoulder with his, "Well, you really worked your magic then, because I look great. Let me try to take one of you next! Come on. We'll trade."

He tried to grab the camera out of your hand and shove his skateboard at you but you backed away.

"Are you serious?" You asked him with an incredulous look.

He laughed, "No, I'm Peter."

It took a second to process what he had said before you broke out into a groan, "Oh my god. Even your dad jokes are terrible. Remind me why I'm friends with you?"

"Because I'm the only one who'll talk to you," he said with a shrug.

You sighed and rolled your eyes, "I mean, you're right but you don't have to be so blunt about it. I have feelings, you know."

Peter threw his board on the ground and pointed to it, "Use your feelings and get on my board then."

"That doesn't even make sense," you mumbled under your breath.

You carefully placed you camera down on top of your bag and gave Peter a deadpan look before stepping onto the skateboard. Your foot immediately slipped out from under you causing him to have to leap forward to catch you before falling.

"I'm going to die," you stated mater-of-factly.

Peter chucked and nodded, his hands still wrapped around your waist to hold you up, "You're absolutely going to die. Do the half pipe next. It'll be hilarious."

"I hate you." You tried to step off but he held you firmly in place. "What are you doing?"

"I'm teaching you to skate!" He grinned at you. The sight made your heart melt. You were suddenly very aware of his hands on your waist. His pinky finger had slipped under the hem of your shirt when you moved and was brushing against your bare skin. You tried to repress the jolts of energy that were radiating through your skin. If learning to skate meant keeping Peter's hands on you then you'd be forced to entertain that idea.

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635 notes - Posted March 12, 2022

#3

Peter sending you a video of him cumming lol

Okay this isn’t exactly what you asked for. It’s less of him sending you a video and more of you instructing him on how to cum over video like the little sub that he is in this fic. I hope that’s okay but I got inspired and had to go with it.

Spider-Man’s Favorite Cam Girl

[TASM!Peter Parker x Online Mistress, 18+, sub!Peter] 

You took your night job as seriously as your day time one. On a good night, you could make enough money hosting yourself online to cover a months worth of rent. It was your dirty little secret. Maybe for some people being an online mistress was easy. You had talked to other woman who claimed their experience to be all work, no play. A job and nothing more. You found you had a different approach to it. There were certain regulars you had that you found yourself becoming attached to. They started to slip through the cracks of your professionalism. You’d think about them during the day and find yourself excited to run back home every night to your computer. There was one in particular who wormed his way into your heart. You’d never even seen his face but, from the neck down, you could pick him out a crowd. He was your most loyal costumer. 

He made you call him Spidey after New York’s finest superhero. 

You figured he must have been Spider-Man’s biggest fan. The guy even had a replica of the masked hero’s glove that he used on camera to jerk himself off. He was really into Spider-Man roleplay. Many nights you had played the villain while he was the captured, helpless hero. There was something about him that you found endearing. He wasn’t as off putting as some of the other people you’d entertained in the past. There was a gentle sweetness to him like he desperately wanted to please you. Your mistress personality would always falter around him and you’d take on a more caring role. He seemed to respond well to it. 

On your lunch break, you pulled out your phone to check your daily messages. A small smile lingered on your lips when you saw he had messaged you. You clicked on his first before anyone else’s and gave it a read. The message was simple: 

“I sent a package to your PO box. Please wear it tonight.” 

It wasn’t unusual for men to send you gifts. That’s what the PO box was for. Sometimes they’d send you outfits they wanted you to wear or toys they wanted you to use. As long as they paid properly and their request wasn’t absurd, you’d gladly humor them. You couldn’t wait to see what your favorite Spidey had in mind for you tonight. 

With the work day finally over, you carried the box containing his item into your apartment. You’d save opening it for after your shower. You had about an hour before his scheduled appointment. He had reserved an hour block but you knew he’d glad pay extra to steal up more of your time. He had once paid for a full five hours with you. You weren’t sure how he was able to go that long. It was one of the most amazing thing you had ever seen. The man hardly had a cool off period in between. Eventually, you had to be the one to call it quits for your own sanity. When he still didn’t want you to leave, he had continued to pay just for you to talk to him. By the end of that night, you felt like you had gone on the strangest, faceless date of your life. 

You stood naked and showered in your bedroom while opening the box on your bed. There were fifteen minutes until you were expected to come online. You pulled the box open and your eyes widened. Inside was his replica of Spider-Man’s glove. The same one he had used many times to touch himself with. You carefully took it out of the box and held it tenderly in your hand. Something about the glove seemed strange. It felt heavy. Real. Nothing how you’d expect a cheap knock off glove to feel. You turned it over and studied it carefully. You were no Spider-Man expert but you’d be damned if this didn’t look exactly like his right hand glove. Your heart fluttered at the thought of wearing the same glove as your online friend. You knew you probably shouldn’t call a faceless stranger who paid you for sex a friend but that was just how you felt about him. 

You slipped the glove onto your hand and held it up to the light. It was a loose fit but if you pulled it all the way down, you could make it feel a bit more snug. Nerves fluttered around your stomach as you quickly pulled on a short, red silk, night dress. It was his favorite of the lingerie that you wore and you thought it would match nicely with your new accessory. You pulled out your phone and snapped a quick picture of the teasing glove lingering along your cleavage and subtly pulling down the dress to expose the very top of your areola. You sent the picture straight to your mistress blog for everyone to see with the caption “Ready for a little web action tonight.” You knew he would see it and you hoped it would get him in the right mood for you session tonight. 

You took a seat on your bed in front of your laptop, gently rested your head on your newly gloved hand, and turned on the video. His name popped up right away. He was never late. A smile grew on your face as you accepted him into the private chat. 

The masked face of Spider-Man filled the screen. You had to refrain from gasping. You had only ever seen him with the glove before. This was the full outfit as far as you could tell, well, minus the glove. It looked so real. There were even tears and dirt as if he had just come straight from a fight. For a moment, you wondered if this was actually him. If Spider-Man was your favorite client. You quickly pushed that thought from your head. Of course he wasn’t. This guy was clearly just a huge fan...who happened to have a perfect replica, down to every last detail, of Spider-Man’s exact suit... 

You had to pull yourself back into present. There was a job to be done. You put on your mistress voice, one that was more commanding than your everyday voice, and spoke to him. 

“Someone got all dressed up for me tonight.” 

His head tiled to the side as his emotionless, exaggerated eyes bore into your soul, “I didn’t have to time to change. I had to get back in time. I couldn’t miss this.” 

You gave him a sly smile. Clearly he was ready to role play. Or was he serious? “Well. I hope your lack of glove didn’t throw you off your game tonight, Spidey.” Your eyes darkened and you tilted your head down with an evil smirk, falling into your character as the villain, and teasing the glove across your lips. “You forgot it here last time I had you in my lair. So irresponsible of you. You hero’s are always so terrible at cleaning up after yourself. Making messes for other’s to clean. I’m not going to clean your messes tonight, Spider-Man. You’re going to clean mine.” 

You were starting to get excited as you slipped into your role. There was no hesitation. You wanted to see him touching himself. You wanted to hear his beautiful gasps and whimpers as he begged you for your approval. He wanted to be your puppet and you would grant him that wish. 

“I want us both to have a really good time tonight but you need to listen to everything I say.” You pouted your lips at him. “If you listen to me and do as I say, then I’ll do everything I can to get you as hard as possible tonight. And I know you’ll love every second of it. As long as you listen to me. I know what’s best for you and I know exactly what you need to do with that cock.” 

You placed the tip of your gloved index finger between your teeth and you heard his breath catch in his throat. Good. It was working. Seeing you with a part of his costume was doing the trick. You wished you had been the one to request it from him. It would have made for a good powerplay. You ran the glove down your neck and across your chest. 

“Let’s get you warmed up, baby. Tilt that camera down for me. Let me see you release that beautiful cock of yours. Nice and slowly.” Your voice lowered to a sensual whisper as you instructed him. 

He did exactly as you said. He moved the camera down so it placed at his crotch. His masked face was no long in frame and his ungloved hand fumbled with his tight spandex pants. You admired his hand while he worked to pull out his member. His fingers were long and skinny. Perfect for gliding right into your wet, needy pussy. You bit your bottom lip at the thought of forcing Spider-Man to take you as his own. His knuckles looked bloodied and bruised as if he really had just been in a fight. It made your fantasies falter again. Something in the back of your mind was tugging you more and more into the direction that this was really him. You forced them back to keep yourself on track. He had his cock freed. It really was a beautiful sight. Every time you saw his hand wrapped around his length it made you feel a pang of jealousy that you couldn’t be the one there doing it for him. 

“That’s a good, little Spider. Listening to his mistress. Knowing that I’m the only one who could ever please you like this. Go on. Touch yourself for me. Show me how good I can make you feel. Nice and slowly. Up and down. I want you to just relax and listen to the sound my voice. Mmm.” You gave a quiet moan. You already had to squeeze your thighs together. Something about this man made you so incredibly horny. The mere sight of him on your screen could form a puddle between your legs. “Imagine all the things I’d make you do to me. Oh, I’d use you and abuse you. My little Spider. My plaything. That’s it. Stroke that cock. I want you touching it as lightly as you can. Nothing but a whisper of a touch.”

You heard him whimper in response. The sound was heavenly. If you could jump through the screen and ride him senseless, you’d do it in a heartbeat. 

“Feel those warm tingles flowing through your body with each stroke. The more you tease it. The more you touch it. I want you to think about how naughty you are.” You tutted your tongue at him. “You play so rough with all those big, bad criminals in the city. You think you’re such a big man. But I know the real you, don’t I. The real Spider-Man wants nothing more than to please me, don’t you? You’d do anything I say. I’ve got you wrapped around my finger.” You held up the glove and swirled your finger around in the air for emphasis. “I want you to touch me. I want your hands all over my body. Hungry for my flesh. I’d let you do such dirty things to me, Spidey. Go on, stroke that cock. Get it nice it wet. I want you to think about how every trace of that wetness reminds you what it would feel like to be inside of me. Sliding in and out of me while you fuck me. Mm, that’s a good picture, isn’t it?” 

You repositioned yourself on the bed, pushing your breast together so your cleavage was more prominent for him. “I bet you’d love to see me fuck my fingers with this glove on, wouldn’t you? Is that what you want, Spidey? To watch your fingers burry themselves deep into my needy pussy?”

He gave a shuddered breath and cleared his throat. You wished you could see the expression on his face but you’d have to use your imagination for that. You imagined his eyes roll back into his head and his mouth part in anticipation. 

“Yes,” he growled. “Please. I need your wetness to coat my fingers. I want to get you so wet you soak straight through the fabric. I want to be able to smell you on my glove the next time I’m out saving the city.”

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Do you have any daddy Andrew!Peter headcannons?

Lol gonna assume you mean as a father with kids and not in the other daddy sense.

But of course I do!

Infant and Toddler Years:

Peter cried happy tears the first time he ever bottle fed his baby.

He insists on trying all of the baby food! He says it’s because if he thinks it’s gross, the baby will think it’s gross, but really he’s just curious. 

Peter never let’s his kids fall. He catches them every time. To the point that his partner has to remind him it’s okay for kids to fall down sometimes because they have to learn to get back up.

When he’s too lazy to put up baby gates, he just shoots webs over the open doors instead.

Uses his webs like a baby leash whenever the kids runs too far ahead 

All of his kids have him wrapped around their finger and they know it

Has the baby shark song and dance memorized. Gets stuck in his head all the time. Has 100% caught some bad guys while singing it under his breath. 

Young Kiddos: 

If he’s ever out late and misses bedtime, Peter will crawl into their beds and snuggle with them until he falls asleep too. So many nights his partner has been looking around the house for him only to find him passed out next to their kids

His kids ask him for Spider-Man stories for bedtime every night. He makes them child-friendly and often adds things like dragons into the mix for fun.

“Don’t tell mommy that I let you have three bowls of ice cream for dinner.” *later that night* “I swear I have no idea why they’re throwing up! Must be something going around the school.” 

His daughter has a fascination with bugs. Peter takes her on bug hunts through Central Park to see what they can find every weekend. They bring nets, jars, and magnifying glasses to study them. 

Always has his nails badly painted and in rainbow colors because his daughter wanted to do them.

Can braid his daughters hair better than any of the other dads

Makes all their Halloween costumes by hand. Makes the whole family have a theme each year. His favorite was their Addam’s Family one. (Baby number three was made that night.) 

Dresses up as Spider-Man and fully commits to pretending to chase the monsters out from under the bed whenever the kids get scared. 

The kids first sleepover ever is at Aunt May’s house. Peter calls to check in on them every hour. 

He’s the first one to volunteer as a helper for any of their school field trips. 

Pre-teens:

Brings them on movie dates every week and takes them out for dinner afterwards. Each kid gets their own special week night with dad to make sure that he stays a trusted person in their lives.

His kids are never afraid to tell him anything. 

When they go through a period of being bullied, Peter let’s them skip school and sleep in. Then he puts on their favorite music and forces them to have a dance party with him until they’re laughing again. 

His son loves the Percy Jackson book series so Peter reads them all too. That way he can have conversations with his son that speak to his interests. 

Peter often brings flowers home for his partner. His daughter mentions how pretty the flowers are one day. Peter then makes sure to bring her home a bouquet every time too. 

Teaches his kids how to skateboard. 

Teenagers:

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My #1 post of 2022

Peter’s Angel || TASM

Summary: Peter Parker decides one evening that he needs to take his friend’s virginity. 

Warnings: 18+, this is just pure smut, slightly possessive and obsessive peter, biting kink, praise kink, virgin kink 

A/N: tasm!peter with an unnamed woman (though has vague enough descriptions that I consider her an oc), written in 3rd person

18+ Tag List (Reminder! I’m redoing my tag list. Read about it here [x] if you would like be added or re-added):  @ongreenergrasses  @captaindanvxrs @liz-allyn​

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Fanfics That Altered My Brain Chemistry (In No Particular Order)

(Last Updated Nov. 30, 2024)

these will mostly be multi-chapter fics from ao3 bc if I included one-shots this would be too long and my quotev and wattpad libraries exist from a dark pre-ao3 period in my life and therefore are lawless lands better kept between me and god

note: these will primarily be oc x canon or x reader bc it is my preferred genre of fanfiction so if that’s not your vibe then this may not be for you

i tried to give proper credit to the authors as best i could but not all of them had socials i could find so please let me know if there's anyone i miss!

also make sure you read the tags of these stories as there are definitely some potentially triggering topics in some of them. i'll try and cover some important ones in this list but i may miss a few

DC/Justice League/Batfam

"Answer. That you are here-" by SecurityNotebook - Jason Todd x OFC

Rating: Teen and Up

Status: Complete (67 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: Halcyon Myles can see spirits and she doesn't realize until an amnesiac “ghost” saves her life. She is then forced to (begrudgingly) help him and all the other ghosts she comes across, accidentally stumbling across mystery and conspiracy and making friends in the process.

POTENTIAL TW: suicidal thoughts and self harmful behaviors (in the very first chapter especially), familial neglect and emotional manipulation, mental health issues, death and dying, hospitals, traumatic events and the recovery that follows

Personal Thoughts: This was my first ever batfam fic and it honestly ruined the rest of them for me. Hal is such a cool character and I'm always a sucker for ghost powers but the way the author writes them out and expands upon Hal's were really fun to see and experience. Romance is not exactly at the forefront of the story but her and Jason are still super adorable. I don't know a ton of the DC lore so I cannot speak to canonical accuracy but this is a very fun read and a nice mix of fluff, humor, and angst that I'm sure plenty of people will enjoy.

The Sandman

today i bury you in me. by thedarklings - Dream of the Endless x Titled!Reader

Rating: Teen and Up

Status: Complete (11 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: A cursed mortal reader, forced to wander the realms endlessly forever, falls into The Dreaming and develops an unlikely friendship with the Dream Lord himself. Their relationship told in vignettes over the span of centuries.

POTENTIAL TW: violence against the reader (some believe they are a witch and there are violent acts that stem from that in a chapter or two and are mentioned at times in others), depictions of blood and wounds, talk of difficulty sleeping, loneliness and isolation, ANGST

Personal Thoughts: The descriptions of this story are some of the most beautiful I've ever read. Despite being on the shorter side tibyim is a gorgeous piece with so much emotional depth and vibrant storytelling. Their reader character, only ever called by the title "Wanderer," develops such an interesting relationship with Dream and it is always so beautiful to read about over and over again. Reader does tend to be referenced as she and her as far as I can remember, so I hope that doesn't turn people off too much. The author also has some bonus content on their tumblr @the-darklings that I def recommend checking out if you enjoy the main story.

Jujutsu Kaisen

Until Gojo Satoru by NoBirdWithintheCage - Gojo Satoru x OFC

Rating: M

Status: Ongoing (Currently 142 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: Yuina Ema comes from a family of sorcerers who live outside of jujutsu society, until she is discovered by Gojo Satoru after murdering a few people and is forced to abandon her family and entire life lest she be labeled a curse user like the rest of them.

POTENTIAL TW: abandonment, death and grieving, gore, sexual content, complicated familial bonds, old fashioned traditions, sexism and misogyny, future fertility issues and feelings surrounding that, JJK typical violence

Personal Thoughts: This fic actually got me through the last few months of my senior year of college no joke. Ema is cool and cute but also weird and eldritch horror level terrifying. There's a lot more depth involved in terms of character exploration and world building and watching that through the lens of someone who knew about sorcery and was forced into playing the game against her will is such an interesting experience. So far the story exists in 3 parts and has only just sort of finished the events of JJK 0 but the pre-canon story lines are so interesting I promise you won't even care.

Two Halves; Hitotsu Marugoto by monowriter - Gojo Satoru x OFC

Rating: Explicit

Status: Ongoing (Currently 44 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: Juniper Smalls lands in Japan for the first time and proceeds to have a REALLY bad day. And it just continuously gets worse.

POTENTIAL TW: death and dying, gore, parental death, adoption, reincarnation bullshit, kidnapping, fairly graphic body horror mentions/descriptions

Personal Thoughts: Juniper is fucking hilarious and watching her take a no bullshit approach to Gojo's literal everything is wonderful in a way i didn't know i needed. Very OC lore heavy but it is integrated into the plot in a way that feels so natural. Learning about it at the same pace as Juniper really helps build intrigue and suspense and offers such a unique take on jujutsu society. honestly just a super great read all around. But just to keep people aware there is a bit of an age gap (Juniper is 22 and Gojo is 28 and it starts a bit after the prison episode in season 1).

Criminal Minds

Something Like a Star by recollins - Spencer Reid x OFC

Rating: M

Status: Ongoing (39 Chapters, but has not been updated since 2021)

Abridged Synopsis: College student Aria DiMaggio gets a once in a lifetime offer to intern at the BAU from the legend himself, Jason Gideon. But her first day on the job comes crashing down when she's fired not even an hour after arriving at Quantico bc Gideon hired her behind Strauss' back.

POTENTIAL TW: domestic violence and abuse, mentions of drug abuse and addiction, stalking, emotional manipulation and abuse from family members, death of a sibling, CM typical violence, be sure to read the tags and beginning notes as they do mention triggers as well

Personal Thoughts: Pretty sure this is the first fic I ever read on ao3. I was in a big CM resurgence and really liked Aria's characterization. The author pulled from their own personal experiences and the story was actually a personal project for them to work through their own stuff (which they do mention in more detail in the foreword of the fic). Aria is so sweet and her personality meshed really well with the team, especially with Spencer (WINK WONK) and I found their relationship development so enjoyable to read. WARNING: the last updated chapter ends on a not so fun angsty cliffhanger, and has not been updated since (baby please come home the kids miss you) you have been warned.

Naruto

Symphonies by JJGrace42 - Kakashi Hatake x OFC

Rating: M

Status: Ongoing (Currently 41 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: A time travel fix-it fic following Kiyoko Uchiha, a girl desperate to save everyone she loves from certain death.

POTENTIAL TW: death and dying, violence, child soldiers, time travel/reincarnation related trauma, Naruto typical violence

Personal Thoughts: I really love this story bc I feel like it's different from a lot of time travel fix-its. From the very first chapter we don't know a single thing about Kiyoko or her past bc it's not even from her POV until like chapter 3. And the non-linear aspect does a good job balancing Kiyoko's intentions with her new reality and showing why she's so desperate for that change. Also the Uchiha clan is so crazy strong and I always forget. Basically two awkward child prodigies trying their best to fumble through peer interaction. Find the author here on tumblr @jjgrace42!

The Year That Changed Everything by BlueGreenPurple - Kakashi Hatake x OFC (romance isn't the main focus at the moment but it IS there)

Rating: M

Status: Ongoing (Currently 30 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: A group of women are discovered beneath an abandoned building in Konohagakure several years after the Nine Tails attack, each in varying states of pregnancy. The fallout of this is astronomical in more ways than one

POTENTIAL TW: kidnapping, child death, child abuse, torture, birth related trauma, forced pregnancy, teen pregnancy, violence against women and children, Naruto typical violence

Personal Thoughts: This story is absolutely bat shit insane, fuck Shimura Danzo me and the homies hate Shimura Danzo. Very slow building but not in a way that drags the story down and although it follows a large group of OC's they are all very interesting and have pretty distinct personalities. It's not a traditional Naruto OC story but it is definitely intriguing and goes fairly into clan politics in a way that not many people might think about. The author doesn't have a tumblr but their twitter and discord is in their ao3 bio.

Great Ninja's Don't Make Great Parents by YuuTama - Kakashi Hatake x OFC

Rating: Teen and Up

Status: Ongoing (Currently 44 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: Hinode Uchiha is too tired for all of the baggage she has to deal with, but at least she's not dealing with it alone.

POTENTIAL TW: death and dying, parental death, child soldiers, blood and injuries, descriptions of blood and injuries, mentions of suicide, minor jutsu inflicted self injury but not in an intentional way, older sister/eldest daughter related trauma, Naruto typical violence

Personal Thoughts: A really cool take on the Uchiha clans curse of hatred on a more personal level and how the main character Hinode tries to deal with the legacy of an entire clan on her back while simultaneously adopting every single junior ninja in Konoha. Hinode also gets a little kid crush on Sakumo and it's a little bit funny considering the fact that Kakashi gets such an obvious crush on her later on. But I’m not gonna complain get that bag girl she's got a type and she sticks to it.

Mana by Eiruwei - Shisui Uchiha x OFC

Rating: Teen and Up

Status: Complete (53 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: Reborn as a sickly Uchiha girl, Mana is forced to navigate the politics and customs of not only her clan but of her entire society. But dammit if she isn't gonna be the best housewife the clan has ever seen.

POTENTIAL TW: suicidal ideations, mental health issues, chronic health issues, death and dying, Naruto typical violence

Personal Thoughts: Naruto but make your civilian OC the perfect housewife. Another really interesting take on the Uchiha clan and the politics within wrapped in a really nice fix-it fic. Shisui is so adorable and his relationship with Mana is so naturally developing and very sweet to see. One minor hang up is that TECHNICALLY her and Shisui are cousins (her mother was adopted into Shisui's father's family and she married an Uchiha man) and I know that marriage within the clan is more normalized bc of their dojutsu and it's not super talked about but I wanted to at least mention it.

Attack on Titan

your friend's boyfriend's best friend by reinerispretty - Reiner Braun x Reader

Rating: M

Status: Ongoing (Currently 23 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: After breaking up with your long term boyfriend, Jean Kirstein, you need to find a new place to live and fast. Enter your friend and old college roommate, Annie, whose boyfriend Bertholdt has a best friend currently seeking a roommate. Too bad she didn't tell you your new roommate was hot.

POTENTIAL TW: post break up weirdness, mentions of divorce, mentions of parental death and illness, reader has an emotionally abusive mother, mentions of complicated family dynamics

Personal Thoughts: AOT but make it a modern day shoujo manga. Guys they were LITERALLY roommates and THEY ARE SO CUTE! I am an avid lover of the "friends-to-lovers" trope and reader and Reiner have a very seamless relationship that builds naturally upon really weird circumstances. Also reader has a cat named Toast and he's the best animal companion a shoujo protagonist can ask for. Find the author here on tumblr @reinerispretty!

Percolate by heichoe - Levi Ackerman x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete (15 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: University coffee shop au! Reader is an overworked college barista and Levi is that regular with the really complex coffee order who slowly but surely becomes the bane of your existence. So obviously you end up super fucking into him.

POTENTIAL TW: none that are super overt, miscommunication? mentions of parental illness and family struggles? There is also smut so be aware.

Personal Thoughts: (Sort of) enemies-to-friends with benefits-to-lovers. (Minor spoiler) there's a chapter from Levi's POV and I think it actually fundamentally changed me as a person. When I read this for the first time I read it again IMMEDIATELY afterwards and am probably gonna read it again after I finish this list. This is just a really fun and light read that kinda gives late 90s/early 2000s rom com vibes in the best way possible. Be warned: reader and Levi have a bit of an age gap as well (it’s never specified but reader is a first year in undergrad and Levi is a grad student I believe making him like 22/23? But I don’t think it’s ever fully specified and if it is I missed it lol).

Resident Evil

props & mayhem by halfmoonmp3 - Leon Kennedy x Reader

Rating: no rating

Status: Ongoing (Currently 12 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: You are a secretary at the DSO and Leon Kennedy scares the shit out of you...and he thinks it's absolutely hilarious.

POTENTIAL TW: secret relationship? potential toxic co-worker but you don't really interact with her and she's gone pretty quick, potentially mild mentions of self worth issues

Personal Thoughts: OFFICE ROMANCE WITH OUR FAVORITE TRAUMATIZED EX-COP! I don't really have much for this one besides the fact that it's cute as fuck. Reader and Leon are kind of obsessed with each other but in a totally innocent, crush way. Local sad, wet cat man experiences genuine gentle affection for the first time; has no clue how to deal with it.

paint me like one of them dead girls by junieyes - Leon Kennedy x Reader

Rating: Teen and Up

Status: Complete (14 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: You are a nineteen year old living in Raccoon City when the entire world goes to shit. Good thing the hot rookie cop you meet in the police station has your back.

POTENTIAL TW: it's Resident Evil 2 bro they got some freaky shit goin on, RE typical violence

Personal Thoughts: This was one of the stories I found when I went on a big RE kick a while back and it's honestly really fun. Basically RE2 but if you had a companion that answered the question "what if your inventory was a stressed college kid with a really big backpack and they made lots of funny quips and also had to pee for nearly the entire game?" and it is just as entertaining as you think it's gonna be.

Fell by the Wayside by megumimidnight - Leon Kennedy x Olivera!Reader

Rating: M

Status: Complete (65 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: Your brother Carlos has been missing for 5 years and you have been spending each second working to try and find him. Too bad someone really doesn't want you too.

POTENTIAL TW: drugs, reference to suicide, espionage, kidnapping, drugging, weapons and violent acts committed with said weapons, RE typical violence

Personal Thoughts: I thought this was a fun take on the RE universe, especially considering that after RE3 Carlos just...fucks off and doesn't return. Its sourced a lot from canon but it's an entirely original story that feels to seamlessly fit into the RE universe. The reader character ends up working as a tech analyst at the DSO and is a little reckless but very self sufficient and confident in themselves and their skills which I think was really cool.

One Piece

Methyl Nitrate Pineapples by razbliuto - Trafalgar D. Water Law x OFC

Rating: M

Status: Completed (45 Chapters) with a currently Ongoing sequel

Abridged Synopsis: At 19 Strangways Sophie had never journeyed outside the walls of G-13 where she was raised. But it was her duty as a member of the World Government to help suppress the Revolutionary threats in Vira. Turns out the glorious justice she always imagined wasn't all it was cracked up to be and after being left behind in a war torn territory she was certain her life couldn't get any worse. The she was poisoned in the foot by a sadistic pirate doctor and nothing is ever the same.

POTENTIAL TW: government propaganda and abuse of power, mild sexual content (good and bad), deep internal conflict and self reflection, coming to terms with the bad things you've done and taking responsibility for them, depictions of mental illness, blood and wounds, scars, death, murder, mentions of child abuse, power imbalance, betrayal, torture, minor mentions of illness and illness related trauma, depictions of negative portrayals of women in media

Personal Thoughts: I discovered this in August, inhaled it in like 3 days, and then proceeded to re-read my favorite parts over and over for the next like month and a half like a mad woman. I still think about this story and the sequel all the time. Sophie and Law match each others' freak in a way that is somehow the dream and deeply concerning. They are so wonderful, I want what they have except not at all, you know? They're truly so weird and they embrace that weirdness fully and I adore them so much. Sophie's character development is so raw and real and so beautifully written. I cried multiple times reading this story and I don't usually cry over fics at all. It's funny and witty and balances the tone of OP that truly translates the heart and soul of the source material in such a seamless way and expands upon it wonderfully. Sophie's character may be a bit...annoying at first for some but it is a result of her growing up in the very clinical and isolating environment that is the World Government and personally I think it just makes her growth and the journey she goes on all the more satisfying to watch unfold. There is a bit of an age gap between Sophie and Law (she turns 18 in MNP and is 21 in the post-timeskip sequel to Law's 26), and it does come up a few times throughout. You can check the author out here on tumblr @fablecore, she does some beautiful drawings to accompany the fic and Sophie is such a cutie patootie I'm obsessed with her.

Heartstring Marionette by astrella - Trafalgar D. Water Law x OFC

Rating: Explicit

Status: Ongoing (Currently 14 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: Homura - The Worldspinner, is a young, promising Marine Captain with a lot of plans for herself and her future. But there's only so much she can do within the confines of her rank and under the watchful eye of the World Government. Enter up and coming Supernova captain, Trafalgar Law.

POTENTIAL TW: allusions and depictions of child abuse and neglect, murder, violence, fire, slavery, (seemingly) morally ambiguous oc, there are tag warnings for each plot arc within the story so I recommend reading those

Personal Thoughts: Flirting but make it weaponized. Homura is so funny and flirty and Law HATES it. I love watching that man suffer positively as opposed to every other way he suffers. She is a very interesting character with a lot of mystery surrounding her past and it's written in a way that desperately leaves you wanting more. Also the original content plot arcs are so well written and culturally rich, I love OP fics that create their own islands and cultures.

Oregano is for Savages by Berylthemanatee - (future) Sanji x OFC

Rating: M

Status: Ongoing (Currently 18 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: an anxious Kuja child runs away from home in search of her mother and things go SO WRONG SO QUICKLY.

POTENTIAL TW: familial abuse and neglect, anxiety, slavery, forced manual labor, child abuse, death, death of children, cannibalism, World Nobles, physical and psychological abuse, public execution, mentioned/brief depictions of manslaughter

Personal Thoughts: I have very few words to explain the absolute wild ride this story is. Oregano (our OC) has had a difficult life that continues to get more difficult as the story progresses, but it's OP what do you really expect. There's a lot of world building and character development currently happening at the moment so it's looking to be a long-fic in the making but the plot is so compelling that you can't stop reading. It kind of reminds me of the way your eyes can't look away from the screen when you're watching a horror film. I just wanna wrap my little girl in a blanket and hide her away forever. Also there's really pretty art that goes along with some of the chapters and you can check some of it out at the authors' tumblr @berylthemanatee!

Surprise, You Ruined Everything by HippyMindy52 - Various Whitebeard Pirates x Named!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Status: Ongoing (Currently 23 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: Reader wakes up in OP on the Moby Dick literally the day after her college graduation with absolutely no clue how she got there and then proceeds to immediately ruin canon and engage in a three day long game of hide and seek with Whitebeard's top commanders.

POTENTIAL TW: explicit sexual content, mental stress, blood and gore, fire and fire related injuries and deaths, pretty graphic depictions of violence, drug induced states, emotional breakdowns, OP typical violence

Personal Thoughts: One feral college grad takes on several of Whitebeard's top commanders and she survives by the skin of her teeth. Polyamory is the name of the game folks but don't let the crack fool you this baby can fit so much lore and angst. I expected a regular isekai fic but I was so SO wrong and it took a turn that was so interesting. And our protagonist (who whips out the fake name Shellie bc she's a modern girl with a sense of self preservation) has such a fun and feral personality that makes you really wanna root for her. The author doesn't have a tumblr but there's a user @thekraftcryptid who has done some really cool art for the story that I highly recommend checking out, although there are spoilers and quotes from the story in their pieces so you have been warned.

Dive|rgence by SugarFeather - no romantic pairing, very focused on found family/platonic intimacy

Rating: M

Status: Ongoing (Currently 36 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: Elynna is in the Mediterranean Sea one minute and the East Blue the next...she does not handle it well for the next several chapters but she is so good at faking it. At least she can gain a bit of joy from terrorizing the World Government.

POTENTIAL TW: morally ambiguous OC, violence, gore, suicidal thoughts and ideations, trauma, grief and mourning, fugue states, severe emotional distress, minor body horror...in a clinical/medical way i suppose, OP typical violence

Personal Thoughts: It is such a realistic interpretation of the isekai genre that is unlike anything I’ve ever read before. Elynna wasn't a fan before entering the OP world, her sister was, and her entrance was so sudden and jarring that she continuously deals with it throughout the entire story so far. For her it's not just about adapting to your circumstances and trying to recall canon that she's not super familiar with, there are actual physical and psychological repercussions to her entering a world that was not and never will be meant for her. AND THERE'S LORE ABOUT IT GUYS THIS STORY IS SO GOOD!

My Hero Academia

The Paperwork Has Paperwork by MirrorDaltokki - Shouta Aizawa x OFC

Rating: Teen and Up

Status: Ongoing (Currently 15 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: Chiyoji Tousha just wants the heroes to do their fucking administrative paperwork. But not everyone can be as perfect as Eraserhead, can they?

POTENTIAL TW: nothing so far, maybe second hand embarrassment? but it's fun so it may not really count

Personal Thoughts: Holy shit this story is so hilarious. Local former delinquent turned civil servant is obsessed with underground hero Eraserhead because he just...does his paperwork really well and on time. You know what respect tho I love a girl who knows what she wants. Chiyoji is honestly such a funny heroine, she scares professional heroes twice her size but cannot function normally through a conversation with Aizawa without choking on her spit I’m so obsessed with her. I'M ROOTING FOR YOU CHIYOJI! Also her quirk is super cool and he technically falls first. Author runs a FFXIV blog here on tumblr @mirrordaltokki!

A Nudge in the Right Direction by Vanya_Instance - Tamaki Amajiki x Reader

Rating: General

Status: Complete (6 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: It was impossible for anyone in the world to be as shy as Tamaki Amijiki. Turns out that's wrong, and his match is just a few classrooms over.

POTENTIAL TW: light mentions of body insecurities, mild angst, anxiety and spiraling thoughts

Personal Thoughts: Short and sweet and so!! cute!!! Reading this was a bit like watching two really shy turtles try to interact but instead choose to sit in their shells really close to one another. It was such a fun read and I enjoyed it thoroughly. Reader is in the support course and she is such an anxious little mess bless her heart. Tamaki is such a cutie patootie and reader in this story is equally cutie and patootie and they deserve to cutie and patootie together!!! The author doesn't appear to have to tumblr but their is a twitter linked in their ao3 account bio!

BBC Merlin

The Wanderer by thebipolarme - Gwaine x OFC

Rating: M

Status: Complete (31 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: Marian Ragnell is summoned through time from 2014 to Arthurian England, interacting with the legends of her childhood in ways she never could have even dreamed of, including her favorite knight Sir Gwaine. But it doesn't really help that they get off on the wrong foot.

POTENTIAL TW: era typical views on women, language that is very offensive to women, angst, kidnapping, assault, depictions of blood and wounds, torture, war, there are a few chapters with chapter specific tags so i def recommend double checking those, Merlin typical violence

Personal Thoughts: I will admit I am a sucker for the "modern girl falling through time to the past" trope. This fic literally reignited my love for BBC Merlin and Gwaine specifically so fiercely I’m actually a bit concerned for my personal health. The author did a really good job balancing canon and original content and based some of her original chapter and her OC on the actual wife of Sir Gawaine in the legends, "The Loathly Lady" Dame Ragnelle, which I thought was really interesting. One thing I will say is that I wish there was a bit more character development between Marian and a few of the other characters but the interactions we do see definitely make up for it. Especially her interactions with Gwaine (which very much give Beatrice and Benedick from Much Ado About Nothing vibes). There were times that I laughed out loud reading not only their conversations but her conversations with the other characters as well. Marian is a self assured, head strong woman who knows what she wants despite the times she's forced to live in and there is something about her character that is just so lovable. Overall the story definitely reflects the tone of the source material rather well and although I have a few personal hang ups about it, it doesn't change the fact that I've already had to force myself to pace my second full read through despite only finding it a few days ago.

Percy Jackson

Little Camper by PainfullyPisces - no current romantic relationships involving OFC but there is an eventual romance tag

Rating: General

Status: In Progress (Currently 14 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: Stephanie Overbaum has her entire world turned upsied down after discovering she is a demigod. A situation made all the more worse now that she has to live at a camp that's being overseen by her father, who she has never met in her entire life.

POTENTIAL TW: violence, child soldiers, monsters from greek mythology, parental issues and the emotions surrounding them, trauma, scary dreams, PJO typical violence

Personal Thoughts: I actually discovered this fic from TikTok. The author does some really cool artwork to accompany the story (and just in general) so I recommend checking them out at frogbee_studios and they have other socials tagged in the foreword of their story. Stephanie is so funny and so exhausted in a way that is entirely fitting for a child learning their dad is the god of wine and revelry and the (reluctant) guardian for a summer camp. It has such heard despite it being very early on in Stephanie's story an the comedy captures the heart of PJO perfectly. If you like creative demigod OC stories then this is one that I HIGHLY recommend.

Twisted Wonderland

A Million and One Minutia by GrayAthena - no romantic pairings

Rating: General

Status: Ongoing (Currently 30 Chapters)

Abridged Synopsis: A series of vignettes that highlight snapshots of the authors' Yuu (aka Gray) as they learn the differences between their world and the world of Twisted Wonderland.

POTENTIAL TW: TWST typical violence, angst, mentions of night terrors, mentions of trouble sleeping, mentions of death

Personal Thoughts: I really like vignette style stories and this concept is so interesting to me. When playing the game you don't really get a chance to explore Yuu's backstory (because it's designed for the player to be able to put themselves in the protagonists shoes), so I love seeing other people's takes on their characters and how they perceive Yuu to be. It's mostly just Gray talking about crazy things from the real world and the guys being so confused and I LOVE IT.

To Wish on Clouded Stars By AmuletRebel - OC/Various

Rating: Teen and Up

Status: Ongoing (Currently 17 Chapters, but has not been updated since 2023)

Abridged Synopsis: Yuuna finds herself lost in another world with no way home but perhaps it's not such a terrible place to be.

POTENTIAL TW: TWST typical violence, angst

Personal Thoughts: TWST but make it the otome game it was meant to be! This is the story that actually inspired me to write my very own TWST fic (which will probably never see the light of day but whatever) and it's just such a fun ride. Their Yuu (Yuuna) is so funny and witty and give her a break bc she is so tired. Their story hasn't been updated for a while but I hold on to hope nonetheless. You can find her here on tumblr @amuletrebel and she has her YouTube channel and twitter linked in her ao3 so check her out. (IF YOU SEE THIS DARLING PLEASE RETURN FROM THE WAR (in your own time of course I would never rush you) THE KIDS AND I MISS YOU!)

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PRESUMED INNOCENT CONTENT MASTERLIST

last updated: december 1 🖤

below the read more, you will find a list of all of the content i created for presumed innocent. i used my best research skills to find all of the traces of the rusty brainrot and archive them here!!! the fics and the gifs were made by me. DO NOT STEAL. DO NOT REPOST.

dividers credits: @sizzlingcloudmentality (thank you for all of these beautiful dividers and for the idea to do this post!!!)

general presumed innocent tag that includes reblogged content

Alibi

What Goes Around Comes Around part 1 (Barbara)

What Goes Around Comes Around part 2 (threesome with Barbara)

Fetish

please remember you must be 18 OR OLDER to read my fics.

Trailers: x & x & x

Episode 1: Bases Loaded

shower at carolyn's

the flashbacks

the crime scene

the morning after at the office

waking up with barbara

getting ready to get fired

on his way to get fired

getting fired

depressing pep talk with raymond at the bar

visiting his mistress' ex husband

rusty the baseball coach

Episode 2: People vs. Rozat Sabich

the breakup

telling his wife that he is a suspect in his mistress' murder (and he impregnated her) part 1 & part 2

unpleasant family dinner part 1 & part 2 & part 3

rusty is pretty when he cries

attacking the district attorney is not a good look part 1 & part 2

pov your best friend's wife hates you (valid)

damsel in distress part 1 & part 2

angry in the car

rusty visits his new home (jail) & more jail & shower in jail for emphasis

ray the slay saves the day part 1 & part 2 & part 3

Episode 3: Discovery

barbara at the bar

rusty gets angry by the pool

carolyn flashbacks

dilf makes sandwiches

raymond tries to save rusty's life but rusty does everything wrong as always part 1 & part 2 & part 3

raymond tells rusty to shut say a peep

knights of the round table part 1 & part 2

more carolyn flashbacks

unpleasant family dinner again

panic at the bathroom part 1 & part 2 & part 3 & part 4

father and son

building rusty's narrative part 1 & part 2 & part 3 & part 4

even more carolyn flashbacks

hot carolyn flashbacks

Episode 4: The Burden

barbara and rusty reunite

rusty calls barbara

rusty interrogates his son part 1 & part 2

rusty's brain short circuits because he loves carolyn

rusty in the garage

rusty is the fuck up in chief (he's no longer chief deputy prosecutor so at least he's the chief of something)

rusty feels shame but not guilt

nvm rusty has no shame and he puts detective rigo in trouble part 1 & part 2

cleaning up potential evidence with barbara part 1 & part 2

proof #infinity that rusty cannot go on the witness stand part 1 & part 2 & part 3

emotionally loaded kiss

post nut clarity (and giggles)

Episode 5: Pregame

rusty in the shower

barbara is a work of art

rusty us going cuckoo (when is he not)

rusty attacked a man, better the treadmill

important gifset of barbara peeling an orange

father and daughter

normal family shares a normal breakfast

rusty vs bike

ring ring ring goes the telephone

rooftop conversation with raymond

the trial begins

rusty is fucked

Episode 6: The Elements

rusty shaves

raymond horgan appreciation post

bedroom talk 1 & 2

kitchen talk 1

kitchen talk with jaden 2

Episode 7: The Witness

rusty sabich's fairy dust

bathroom breakdown at carolyn's

ipad dad

the people call rusty sabich

get out of my car

Episode 8: The Verdict

dinner with the sabich

phone call in the morning

DO NOT STEAL. DO NOT REPOST. I DO NOT ALLOW MY GIFS TO BE REPOSTED ON OTHER PLATFORMS.

Commentary

Episode 1 & 2

Episode 3

Episode 4

Episode 5

Episode 6

Episode 7

Episode 8

dividers credits: @/sizzlingcloudmentality

[tacogoats]

I keep chewing on a certain epilogue line from God!Gale towards my redeemed Durge.

That silly offer to potentially become his Chosen; which my Durge, Veren, very quickly refused and was quite soured with Gale after over - for obvious reasons. Buuutttt.

I've been goofing around with an evil Durge that, I plan to write fic out for myself that will have a sort of dual ending that I am quite sure is impossible in the game. (But, by the power of fanfic! We make it work!)

Ilryn, my evil Durge, plans to serve Bhaal for eternity and deliver the dead world that was promised - but doesn't want to lose Gale. He's a silly selfish man, because with his new tadpoled brain he's tasted a bit of freedom, but not enough to totally steer him off Bhaal.

Sceleritas offers a line about producing new Bhaalspawn, but Ilryn is not satisfied with that. He wants the best for Gale despite everything; and while his ambitions lie with appeasing good old papa... there are some things even Bhaal shouldn't be able to touch.

Gale needs to become a God to be free of Bhaal's dead world. He will make it work to save Gale. (Maybe in another post I will detail out what I want to write but some of it is pretty whump-y. Sorry Gale.)

But now I'm chewing on Ilryn getting a 'better' ending where he defies Bhaal and asks Gale to ascend him - to free him of Bhaal's influence - and they live out their egotistical maniac days together in Elysium.

I still get my 'Ilryn made Gale WORSE' ending but in a new flavour. I love this game sm guys.

(I am also playing a new save where Ilryn is a Mostly good guy and is a wild magic sorcerer - so we still get a happy ending for them eventually.)

But on the whole Chosen thing...

I just really love this situation these two Ex-Chosen are in, and I so dearly wish that Larian works with that for Durge/Gale content. We've already seen how much Astarion gets in general with romance content, but he also gets TONS with just Durge, romanced or no. I'd like to see Larian try to tackle Gale speaking to Durge as an ex-Chosen himself and relate to them once the ball is dropped instead of just that moment of blind anger he gives us. There's scraps of it with his acknowledgement of the Slayer Form and I hope they play with it more.

I personally want to play with the idea of Gale being mildly horrified at a Durge who is ready to serve Bhaal again - and perhaps offer encouragement to the contrary. Maybe he gets bitter about Mystra and doesn't want to see Durge waste an opportunity to be free now that he seems someone else in a similar position as himself. (I know it's Bhaal versus Mystra here too but still. He knows what it's like to lose the favour of your God.)

Anyway I might chew on this more when I have brain power.

For now I offer you two gays.