#the smutty one is however that's got nothing to do with the ship rather I don't want my daughter reading my smut

[marionarnold]

I think the eldest is going to disown me because of my shipping preferences 🤣

[highfaelucien]

az and lucien for the ship thingy maybe?

send me a pairing and I'll answer the following questions about them!

HECK YES. IT'S LUZRIEL TIME!!!!

falls asleep on the couch I think they might both be guilty of this? Azriel does it when he's had a super long day and just...cannot stay awake. Lucien finds him sprawled there amidst all of his reports and scribbled notes. He tuts and tidies them away, because he knows Az hates messiness, and then just...Lies down and snuggles next to him. Az being Az, this wake him up and has him reaching for Truth-Teller. But Lucien, who expected this, gives him a soft word and a little squeeze and Az just...grunts and wraps a lazy wing around them and they drift off again. Lucien does it deliberately because sometimes you just need to have a couch nap. It's one of the few joys in life. When Az finds him, his response varies. If he's feeling soft/it's late/he knows Lucien needs it he just scoops him up and carries him to bed. Lucien remains utterly unaware of this, apart from mumbling vaguely in his sleep and kind of like...pulling Az towards him. Craving that contact. Sometimes he refuses to let go and Az has to give in and get into bed with him. He grumbles about this. He grumbles a LOT, but he lets it happen. If Lucien has shit to do Az will make him some tea, as a peace offering, poke at him til he wakes up, then shoves the tea under his nose like smelling salts to make him sit up and actually properly wake up. And sometimes Az, who has a streak of cruel humour in him, chucks a bucket of water over Lucien who is just like AZRIEL WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK YOU MISERABLE OLD BAT WHY AM I WITH YOU!? Az actually unleashes A Chuckle at this while Lucien remains >:(

makes friends with the neighbors Azriel SAYS he makes friends with the neighbours, but Lucien flatly points out that "sending shadows into peoples' houses to make sure they're not serial killers, or secret Hybern loyalists, or spies, or bad dressers does NOT count as making friends with them, Az". Az rustles his wings a bit at this and mumbles something about "with the right perspective..." Lucien rolls his eyes and forces him to come up and ACTUALLY meet their neighbours in person. Lucien does the actual friend making. Lucien is 10/10 the guy that hangs over his garden wall to have an hour long conversation with the neighbours while Az hovers awkwardly in the background like 'wtf are they talking about for all this time???' He's also very forward, with makes Az blush a little bit. "Hi there I'm Lucien, this is my partner Azriel, we fuck each other, if that makes you uncomfortable I suggest you move and reevaluate your priorities in life. I am a delight, he is too but it's harder to see, give him like a half a milennia and you'll see what I mean." Lucien makes friends but he's also got no patience or tolerance for bullshit anymore. If someone's a shit person he wants nothing to do with them. (And will absolutely lowkey start neighbour guerilla warfare to get them to move. This includes, but is not limited to, very loud sex).

is the adventurous eater Lucien will try anything once, but hilariously I think he's actually got quite a fussy palatte? So he WANTS to be an adventurous eater but anything with more than like...a single chili in it makes him start hyperventilating. He can't handle spice. Which Azriel finds absolutely fucking hilarious, because it is. "You're from the Autumn Court, Lucien." "I know -_-" "You have literal fire powers" "I KNOW -_-" "You-" "SHUT THE FUCK UP AZ I KNOW". Azriel actually has a surprisingly refined taste. He's a definite foodie. And he can eat pretty much anything to exist, but he likes his food, and he likes it good. One of Lucien's early warning signs that Az is going through some shit is actually that he stops caring about what he's putting in his mouth/is just eating to keep himself going and not for any pleasure. That's when it's intervention time.

hogs the covers at night Lucien, actually. Which Azriel pretends to be very miffed about because "you have fire powers, Lucien, sheesh." Lucien just points out that Azriel has two giant blankets strapped to his back called wings and that he hasn't got a leg to stand on either. As they bicker this way they navigate closer together/cuddle and also redistribute said blankets. Both of them actually hate being cold at night.

For Az it brings back bad memories of dark, cold cells, and brutal winter months in Illyrian warcamps.

Lucien doesn't have a particularly bad association with the cold, he's just a little bitch about it.

forgets to do the dishes

Both of them I think are pretty neat and tidy on the whole? Azriel has that military bootcamp discipline mentality. Lucien can be a little bit more scattered in comparison. But like an academic library looks like a disorganised clusterfuck compared to Az, so it's not a very fair bar.

Of the two of them, Lucien is more likely to do it. Lucien attempts to cook like once every year or so, and the result is always an absolute clusterfuck of burned food, swearing Lucien, the messing of every pot and pan in the house, and said house nearly being burned to the ground.

tries to surprise their partner more often

Azriel very famously doesn't like surprises. Lucien tried precisely one (1) time, waiting in the bed, naked, with a rose clamped between his teeth, and an impressive display of magical Autumn court fireworks heralding Azriel's return home.

Unfortunately, Az being Az, reacted rather poorly to this, thought they were being ambushed, and long story short nearly chopped Lucien's cock off with Truth-Teller.

Lucien has planned no more surprises since then.

Azriel is a stealth romantic, however. Beneath those Illyrian leathers, icy stares, midnight voice, and scarred, impenetrable mask is a vein of soft mushyness, and this is a hill I am willing to die on.

Every month or so (he keeps the schedule varied, keep Lucien on his toes) he plans a surprise and Lucien is pleased.

leaves dirty laundry on the floor Again, both of them are fairly neat, so the only time this would realistically happen is when they're on the way to boning and clothing is being shed quickly behind like. Like a smutty breadcrumb trail.

stays up til 2 AM reading Both of them are guilty of this. Az is reading reports, which is absolutely not a valid excuse for him not to be in bed snuggling Lucien RIGHT THIS SECOND. But Lucien absolutely needing to find out how the last 12 cliffhangers in his mystery thriller novel is a completely different story and “stop glowering at me from the bedroom doorway, Azriel, I need to find out who killed Gregory!!!” “It was the gardener, now will you please put that down and come to sleep?” “FUCK YOU, AZ, YOU HAVEN’T EVEN FUCKING READ IT I HATE YOU SO MUCH.”

sings in the shower Both, actually. Plot twist. Lucien has a lovely voice, actually, and Azriel will often send in a shadow or two to listen in and feed the music back to him while he’s working in the other room. Az sings as well, but very quietly, and he has a nice voice, too. But he’s so stealthy and secretive about it that no one will ever know.

takes the selfies Lucien, by virtue of the fact that Azriel is in approximately six pictures ever, and even then he’s only like...partially in 4 of them. Azriel doesn’t do cameras. And he has an uncanny knack for ducking out of the way just as pictures get taken and avoiding them entirely.

plans date night

Lucien’s date nights just kind of happen. He doesn’t really plan, he just informs Az they’re going out and then they go on a city whirlwind adventure.

Azriel’s date nights are planned with expected military precision and excuted on a minute-by-minute schedule.

[gondowan]

Over Your Shoulder

Pairing: Paz Viszla x f!Reader

You're used to working for others. As a freelance armstech, you flit from contract to contract, never staying too long in one place. Although the freelancer life is fun, you kind of wish you could trade it all for a little bit of stability. As the maker would have it, that stability shows up in the form of one (1) Paz Viszla.

Tags/Warnings: nothing right now, but future loving degradation, Good Communication Is My Kink, daddy kink, and other sexy consensual shenangians. Reader has slight self esteem issues.

Notes: I haven’t written for fun in forever, but new year new me! If you know me in real life never bring this up because I will combust lol. I was going to fire off a brief smutty one-shot pwp thing but of course I couldn’t resist adding ~ b a c k s t o r y ~ so here you go. Subsequent updates will probably just be pwp.

Chapter 1: All The Grass is Greener Everywhere You Look

Nervousness, you assumed, was a regular feeling for anyone who was newly married. Doubly so for the new spouse of a Mandalorian. Unlike the rest of the galaxy where marriage vows were somewhat loose, Mandalorians took their vows very seriously. Forever, generally meant, forever.

Your relationship with Paz Viszla was strange in and of itself. As a freelance armstech, you hopped from planet to planet offering your repair services, never staying in any one place for too long. While on Bothawui, you had let slip to a client that you were headed to Nevarro next. Greef Karga, the head of the Guild, had put you on a retainer for services to guild members for a few cycles. The pay was good, and he had promised you a steady supply of commissions from the local bounty hunters who frequented Nevarro in need of new weapons and repairs on top of the already nice stipend.

The Bothan, a short humanoid by the name of Eesk, perked up when you mentioned Nevarro, and the next day he came over as you were on your way to the spaceport.

“Can I ask a favor? Do you mind making a delivery for me while on Nevarro?” he asked, pulling a datapad out from his robes.

You looked up, eyes narrowing. Bothans were famous for their information network, and were instrumental to the destruction of the first Death Star, but still, you were understandably nervous. “ Eesk, I’m not interested in looking for trouble. I don’t need the New Republic or any Imp remnant breathing down my neck for delivering that for you,” you said.

Eesk laughed, “Relax, I promise you this isn’t serious. Just deliver this to a Mandalorian on Nevarro. It’s nothing classified, I’m just returning a favor for a friend,”. He slid over a stack of credits. “I’d take it to him myself, but unfortunately I’m held up on New Republic business”.

You reached over and tucked the datapad into your bag along with the credits, “Fine, but you owe me”.

“Next time you’re here, drinks on me.” he said as he walked away.

It was only until you had boarded the transport ship that you realized Eesk had never actually told you were to meet this Mandalorian. ‘Oh well,’ you thought, ‘he’s not getting these credits back’. You leaned your head against the wall of the ship, tired from hauling all of your luggage to the spaceport, and fell asleep.

You were three standard weeks into your contract with Greef Karga and the Guild, and still no Mandalorian had shown up to collect the datapad. It was nice to be somewhat settled in one place for longer than a week, and you had enjoyed the steady stream of work. You had also learned from Karga that the Mandalorian covert scattered from Nevarro, and he hadn’t seen one in a while. For all of their information trafficking and spy network, perhaps Eesk had gotten it wrong for once, and you didn’t really care to ask. After all, it would be nigh impossible to miss a person wearing head to toe armor, especially on Nevarro.

One morning, as you had returned from your walk to the lava plains, you discovered the door to your apartment was unlocked. Strange. Not a good sign. None of your alarms were triggered either. Carefully, you pulled your blaster out its holster before quietly pushing the door open.

“There you are. Been looking all over for you.”

A large man, clad in blue armor and covered in more weapons per square inch that any other being you had ever seen, sat next to your workstation. Despite the blaster pointed at him, he seemed unperturbed, posture open and relaxed.

“What do you want?” you asked, blaster raised, "You picked the wrong house to rob,". You had fended off your fair share of robberies, the expensive equipment you lugged around as an armstech was attractive to petty thieves, and not cheap.

“The datapad.” he said.

“I take it you’re the Mandalorian that Eesk spoke about.”

“Correct,”.

You rummage through your toolkit and dust off the datapad. “Here you go Mr. Mandalorian, although I suggest next time you knock during business hours. Breaking and entering is reserved for long term partners, and you haven’t even bought me a drink yet”. You wince a little inwardly, maybe this dry spell was affecting you more than you thought.

You tap the edge of the datapad on the Mandalorian’s chest plate. “Oh and you might want to get the blaster strapped to your thigh checked, those scorch marks are usually a bad sign,”.

The blue hunk of armor stood up and took the datapad from you. “Thank you for this,” he rumbled before heading out the door.

“Ah, so you do have manners,” you teased before moving to shut the door.

You can’t see the expression on his face, but you hear the huff of a laugh through his modulator accompanied with a shake of his shoulders.

You were pretty sure you’d never see him again.

Wrong.

The next day right as you returned from dropping off a box of repaired pistols, there he was again, blue armor and blank expressionless helmet, sitting in the same spot next to your workstation.

“Can you fix it?” he asked.

You gaped at him for a second, before remembering the comment you made yesterday. “I can take a look,”. You cross over to your workstation, turning on the light and the magnifying glass and grabbing your toolkit. It was an easy but time-consuming fix, and you quickly busied yourself with disassembling the rifle.

“You’re not from Nevarro,”. A question, posed as a statement.

You didn’t look up, “Nope, I’m just passing through.” Hmm, that power cell did not look too good.

“Where is home for you?”

“Nowhere,” you said matter-of-factly as you tinkered away, “Like most people, the Clone Wars and the Empire destroyed what little of a childhood I had. Got taken in by a kind armstech who taught me the trade, and now I hop from planet to planet making a living. What about you? I heard about what happened to the Mandalorians on this planet,”.

“Also nowhere,” the man grunted, and he remained quiet. You finished your work, and handed him the blaster, butt end first.

“You owe me two drinks now, breaking into my place like that.”

He took the blaster from you, two gloved finger tips drawing a line from the middle of your forearm down your wrist. An unnecessary movement, he could’ve just taken the blaster. You gulped. He put the gun back in its holster and leaned forward.

“I might, if you ask nicely. I saw the way you sized me up the first time,”.

You swallowed, mouth going dry. “It’s uh, part of my line of work. Gotta make sure everyone’s packing-- I mean, everyone’s weapons are in tip top shape.” Your stupid lizard brain, at it again.

He cocked his head to the side, “I’m sure it is,” the mirth evident in his tone.

Every evening thereafter, the blue Mandalorian showed up at your doorstep, a new weapon in hand for you to look at. It was nice, you had to admit to yourself. A consistency in your otherwise inconsistent life, and you grew to enjoy his company. What you couldn’t handle however, was the escalating tension between the two of you. He would occasionally stand behind you, his big, all-encompassing frame brushing up against your back, and lean over you to ask about this or that. The first time you thought it was an accident, but then he followed up with an oh-so-casual touch of your wrist, and you were pretty sure it was on purpose, but you also couldn’t tell if that was wishful thinking on your part. Occasionally the two of you would strike up a conversation, but for the most part he sat in a comfortable silence while you worked. When he came over the fourth night, large gattling gun in tow, you decided it was high time to try to get to know him better.

“Uh...would you like to stay for dinner?”, eyes looking down on the (ancient) gattling gun, trying to keep your voice light.

He paused and shook his head “I can’t,”.

Oh, an immediate shut down. Great. Well it was worth a shot.

“Not for the reason you think. I can’t remove my helmet in the presence of others, that’s part of the creed,”.

That made a lot of sense. You hadn’t come across many Mandalorians in your travels, but all of them were rather cagey about their armor and helmet. You had assumed it was due to the value of beskar, but this was the first time you had heard about this creed.

You looked up at him. “Don’t you ever get lonely?” you blurted out, the words forming on your tongue before your brain could shut you down. “Nevermind-- I’m sorry I-”

He interjected, “Sometimes. There are some exceptions though,”.

You leaned forward. “Such as?”.

A pause. He stepped forward, tipping your chin up with a finger.

“ Would you care to find out?”

Ch 2 here

[ladyideal]

Unlucky Star

Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Reader

Word Cont: 2064 (oops?)

Warnings: Nudity but not in a smutty way, needles, injections, and lots of fluff, couple ol’ cursing

Summary: While everyone was sick, you weren’t. This time, while everyone was sick free, you caught the cold. Jim tries to intervene on behalf of your health. Leonard takes it upon himself to pull you away from work, and takes care of you.

A/n: This is for @cuddlememerrick​ and everyone feeling sick during this cold and flu season. Take care of yourselves, everyone. Go see a doctor if it worsens. Better safe than sorry. To those are sick, get well soon!

PS: It’s also Valentine’s weekend, so I’ll be taking up drabble requests over the weekend (as I’ve no plans) and finishing up a couple more fics. Expect a couple more posts from me.

(credit to owner for gif)

You were lucky for the most part. Away missions that you went didn’t end in a disaster, you had a job aboard the infamous USS Enterprise, you had friends, and most importantly, you had a wonderful love life. Nothing much you could complain about really.

Above all, you were one of the lucky stars amongst the crew that hardly ever got sick. So while the entire ship had tears watering in their eyes, noses that flowed never ending with snot, and coughs that could be heard from one side of the ship to the other. 

A harmless rhinovirus really, but in just a matter of weeks, the entire crew was infected, sending Leonard into overdrive down at the medbay. Even the Captain was confined to his quarters, in fear of transmitting the cold. However, it was no use. Chekov took the day off, and you were one of the very few dwindling officers left, that could keep their eyes open long enough to see what was in front of them.

You volunteered to take his shifts, seeing how the ship was in quite a disarray at the amount of people sniffling and sneezing around you. If the Romulans knew that just a single bacteria managed to cripple the entire crew, hell it’d spell really bad news for everyone. 

It was only a week later did you really start to notice that something was feeling rather off. 

At first, you’d chalk it up to stress and pulling extra shifts. Less sleep, less food and water, and more hours awake deciphering Chekov’s notes was to blame, you’d thought. However, what really brought your attention, was your soaring uncomfortable fever and wracking cough that shook your body every time you had a coughing fit.

You were doomed for sure. 

Pressing a tissue to your nose as you attempted to steep coffee grounds, you glanced at the chrom. 

“So much for a break,” You mumbled, grabbing the mug of coffee on your out the door and towards the Bridge.

“Afternoon, Captain,” You greeted Jim as you strode past him, giving Chekov a thumbs up on his way out. 

“Afternoon, Lieutenant,” Jim paused, noticing your usual lack of excitement. “Are you alright? It doesn’t sound-.”

“I’m fine, Jimbo,” You took the seat that the Russian whiz kid vacated earlier. “Little tired.” Settling yourself in a better position, you could still feel Jim’s worried eyes on your back.

“If you say so,” Jim reluctantly dropped the topic, although from his tone, he was still worried for you. 

Squinting your eyes to better understand what the hell Chekov left for you on his notes, you started your long, arduous work day on the Bridge. On a normal day, you’d banter back and forth with the Captain to fill the silence as you both worked. Given that you were Leonard’s girlfriend, you were best friends with him too, and enjoyed a couple similar things. For example, hating medbay, disliking authority, getting under the doctor’s skin whenever possible, and taking risks.

Hours ticked by, as you squirmed around in your seat for the umpteenth time. Sweat gathered on your brow, and behind your neck as you focused on your task at hand. With Chekov’s sloppy handwriting, it was a nightmare to sort through his notes each day, something that you’d lectured him whenever you got the chance to do so. 

It was getting ridiculously warm. Fuck. Did Jim mess with the temperature again?

“Lieutenant!” Jim sharply spoke, interrupting your thoughts. He sounded much more worried now, as if he had been trying to gain your attention for quite some time now. 

“Yes, Captain?” You spoke, looking back at him. 

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed you wiggling around in your seat like that,” He spoke, observing your hunched up position. “I think you’re sick. I’ll have Bones come up and have a quick look at you.”

“Captain, I assure you that I’m fine. Leonard’s finally able to relax after that disaster month of a cold,” You protested, but quickly faltered as he commed your boyfriend up from the medbay.  

“Y/N, you need rest and time off to take care of yourself. We can’t have another fiasco like last month again,” Jim continued. “I’ll have someone take the rest of your shift.”

You grumbled wordlessly, appreciating the warmth and concern from your friendship with him, but irritated as he was one that never took his own advice. “You’re an ass.”

“What’s this about being an ass?” A familiar baritone voice drew out from the doors. 

Leonard.

“Bones, there you are,” Jim brightened up, throwing his best friend his usual shit eating grin. “We were just talking about how Y/N over there looked a little pale, and agreed that it’d be better if you took a glance.”

You silently fumed at Jim’s words, glaring down at the numbers in front of you. Trust Jim to roll you into this mess. 

“You telling me, Jim, that there was no emergency?” Leonard grumbled loudly. 

“Yeah Jimbo, there’s nothing wrong,” You added your words into the growing fire. 

“You wound me,” Jim feigned horror, clutching his hands together in front of his heart.  

“You’ll live.”

Rolling his eyes at his best friend, Leonard strode to your station with his emergency medkit in hand, and squatted down till he was eye level with you. 

“Sweetheart, look at me,” He softly ordered. While you stubbornly sat there, he gently placed his fingers around your chin, quietly encouraging you to do so.

He regarded your red eyes, stuffy nose, and very dry, chapped lips. “You’re sick, sugar.”

“‘M not sick, Len.‘m fine,” You hoarsely managed out. “Just a couple more minutes.”

He raised his signature eyebrow look, already exasperated that you were trying to fight him on this already. “Even the strong eventually falls ill.”

Hearing the evidence of your sickness, Leonard brought the back of his hand to your forehead, feeling the uncomfortable warmth radiating behind your skin. “And a fever too.”

He sighed, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “C’mon sweetheart, let’s get you outta here first.”

“Len, honey, I’m-,” You tried again, but stopped as he threw a pointed look at you. “Okay, alright, alright, you win. I’ll go”

“Take care of her, Bones,” Jim added cheekily before you and Leonard headed towards the turbolift. 

You threw him a glare before the doors closed. 

“Unbelievable, darlin’. Why didn’t you comm me that you were sick?” The doctor pulled out his handy dandy tricorder, giving you a whirl as it no doubt scanned you. 

“You were tired, I was tired,” You shrugged.

“My god, darlin’. How long have you let this continue?” He scowled down at his tricorder, taking in the numbers displayed. 

“A day or three,” You squeaked out. Now that you weren’t forced to compensate for your work, your sickness rapidly took over again. 

“A day or - Jesus, that is ridiculously bullheaded of you,” He put away his tricorder, gently tucking away an errant hair. “In your state, you would benefit from an IV saline overnight, but I assume that’s a no go.”

You pulled out your best puppy dog eyes at him. 

 “Alright sweetheart, I can make sure you’re comfortable down in our quarters too,” He relented. “You know I would do anything with those eyes.”

“What are you gonna do, hypo me into next week so I don’t have to suffer?” You lifted your eyes hopefully at him. 

“Even better,” He breathed, crowding into your space. “I’ll draw you a bath, even drop in your favorite bath bomb, make some food for you, and then wrap you up so we can snuggle up together on the couch with ice cream to soothe your throat while we watch some holos.”

You leaned on him, already closing your eyes to imagine it all. “Mmm,” you hummed. “I like that.”

Before long, while you were stripping your clothes off into a mess on the floor of your shared quarters, Leonard turned the taps on to fill the tub. 

You rubbed your eyes tiredly as you examined yourself in the mirror. “God damn,” you muttered. 

“Don’t think much of it,” Your boyfriend spoke, turning around to watch you. “You’re sick. Water’s ready.”

You stuck a finger in to test the water, but recoiled instantly at the touch of the icy cold water, and reproachfully glanced back at him. 

“You don’t want the saline, this is the next best way to lower that fever,” was all the explanation you received. 

With an unhappy scowl, you slowly lowered yourself in while Leonard came back with a chair and a washcloth. 

As you laid back back, you let your eyes flutter close, dropping your tense shoulders. 

“That’s it,” The doctor encouraged, gently dabbing away at your forehead with the cold washcloth. “Computer, bathroom light to 30%”

You groaned in earnest, satisfied with the amount of attention you were receiving and the dim lighting you were in. 

“Here, let me wash your hair real fast,” he spoke quietly, reaching over to grab your bottle of shampoo and a jug of warm water he’d placed to the side earlier..

After pouring some water on your head, he squirted a dollop into his hands and slowly massaged it into your hair. Humming an unfamiliar tune, you let yourself drift off in bliss as Leonard worked his way out from the scalp. His long, talented fingers did not miss a place, gently smoothing out each strand out.

It was pure heaven.

Before you knew it, he was pouring the rest of the water to get the suds out. “Let’s get you outta there before you start shivering.” 

Letting the water drain and helping you up to your feet, he grabbed a nearby definitely-not-standard-Starfleet  extremely fluffy towel from the rack and ever so gently dried you off.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, you yawned, feeling so much better than just a mere few hours ago.

“Incoming,” he warned, throwing you your pair of pajamas, and lastly, your panties to your face.

You did your best to scowl at him, but failed as you ended up chuckling at his antics.

 “Why don’t you go get yourself comfortable on the couch, and I’ll bring you something to eat?” He suggested, placing another hand on your forehead.

You nodded. When he was satisfied that the heat behind your skin had lessened, he left for the kitchen to get you your dinner. 

Stretching yourself out on the couch, you reached out for the plaid blanket draped over the cushions, while scrolling through the tv guide for something to watch. 

The scent of chicken noodle soup filled the air, turning your gaze towards the hallway as Leonard emerged with two bowls of soup and a hypo all balanced on a tray.

“Found anything eye catching yet?” He asked, carefully handling over your bowl. 

“Not yet,” You replied, thanking him with a nod. “How’s your day been?”

You scooped up spoonful after spoonful of soup as you listen to him talk about those unfortunate to be stuck down in the medbay. Idiots, he had called them. 

When you and Leonard both had your fill, you watched as Leonard picked up the hypo. Knowing the routine, you tilted your head to the side, so he had better access to your neck.You felt his warm fingers splayed around your throat, seeking out a landmark for the injection. 

“Quick pinch,” He warned. You closed your eyes before the slight sting, which was made instantly better by his gentle massage. 

You must have made a noise of happiness as he stopped, softly kissing your forehead. Sickness be damned. He was a doctor, he didn’t get sick.

“Stay right where you are, darlin, and let me go get those ice cream,” He grinned at you, before moving off the couch. 

It took a few minutes before you finally decided on the cheesy, yet classic movie: The Titanic. Leonard returned with two ice creams and spoons, placing them within arms distance  on the coffee table in front.

At last, he snuggled up closer to you, pulling you tighter to him. “What are we watching, sweetheart?”

“The Titanic,” You grinned at him, enjoying the relaxed smile he had beaming on his face. 

“Of course,” He rolled his eyes good naturedly, but settled in.

“Leonard?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you for taking care of me.”

“My pleasure, sugar.”

 (My masterlist is also up for those interested)

[kiivg]

I was so obsessed with you’re art! It seemed like no one else did Dorian/Blackwall and Kruber/Saltzpyre stuff, artwork or otherwise. And then all the dedication you put into drawing and writing for No One was so amazing. Loved your stuff then, and still love it now! Happy you’re still around and kicking, King!

.Obsessed? Thank you, that’s so sweet. I can’t imagine someone else finding a passion for the things I make. I do rather like being the person who makes those tiny ships, and I can’t tell you how many people have tagged my Dorian/Blackwall things with “I should have thought of this ship years ago”. I’m reminded of my Alistair/Gaspard stuff, I made people ship that, I made people like that. Fantastic. There’s too much power in art.

.Enjoy No One on a horse, though, I’ve never actually been up close to a horse, so maybe my size ratio is bad, because I have heard too many horror stories from my father about them. I have heard too many stories of my parents being chased by large animals, and that’s… suspicious. No One, as he is now, on a horse of perhaps odd size?. (Ramblings below.)

.I mean, because you mentioned No One and my almost zealous writing of his story, I want to write a bit about Not That Kind of Man. Simply because I love it. It’s a thing that’s explorative for me, being able to delve into my own characters and figure out little things about them I wouldn’t have otherwise thought about.

.Like, an example, Andrastopher Cousland my Hero of Ferelden, and his relationship with his brother Fergus. Now Andrastopher has massive issues regarding what canonically happened at Castle Cousland, and because of this he fortified the castle, like to the point that other nobles think he’s mad for doing it, and he keeps Fergus in there when he can. Not like a prisoner or anything, but he has mercenaries patrolling the halls, he has people able to deliver him a message in mere moments if need be. All because he wants to keep Fergus safe. Hell, he even rides day and night to reach the castle in NTKoM because he thinks Fergus is danger.

.Andrastopher’s love for his brother is maddening. He won’t let anything happen to him, he knows that if Fergus is in peril, he will defend him, until he himself perishes first. But, it’s not reciprocated. Not in the same way. Fergus, I think, doesn’t realise what Andrastopher went through. They both lost family; they both count their dead together. But Andrastopher saw it, Andrastopher suffered it, and Andrastopher survived it, if only for that night.

.If I hadn’t written NTKoM, I would have just kept them friendly as brothers.

.But, I know, that Fergus does things to Andrastopher, and Andrastopher forgives him (unknowingly I think) because Fergus can do no wrong. Fergus is his brother, and Andrastopher loves him. One of the things he does it cut Andrastopher’s hair. Which seems silly, really, I mean you’d be annoyed about that if your sibling did that to you, but it’s nothing major. Except, if anyone can remember what Andrastopher looked like, he had extremely long hair; and in NTKoM it is described as “unsightly when the wet ends stick to his arse” more or less, I don’t have the exact quote. And he takes pride in his hair, and the reason why is revealed in the chapter I’m writing now.

.“[Annette, Andrastopher’s ex-wife] knew of haircare, and she had pampered [Andrastopher] in his youth, whence bathing himself was a difficult thing… It was one of the things that had kept him alive back then, something most would have laughed at, just one thing that made him feel less disfigured, less monstrous.”.

.And Fergus cuts it off because he wants Andrastopher to look more like a nobleman than the barbarian that he makes himself out to be, just so that he might impress Sophia, the woman that Fergus is currently courting. He doesn’t care for Andrastopher’s feelings over it, he just does it without thought of why his brother has kept his hair so ungodly long.

.And, again, I wouldn’t have known this without writing NTKoM.

.But, it isn’t the only thing. I know a whole bunch about my OCs that I wouldn’t otherwise have though of. Like, No One can’t swim and can’t actually walk in boots anymore, Goddard Trevelyan is afraid of pretty much every animal, Marcus Hawke has pretty much hidden an entire village with magic, Andrastopher doesn’t drink alcohol, Lei can’t remember names for shit. And there’s more, but I’m not one for revealing all my story factors before I’ve written them in.

.Anyway, if you’re still reading this, I want to explain more about NTKoM’s basics.

.On the surface it looks like 600k of sloppy Blackwall/OMC drivel that doesn’t sound appealing. I mean, strange stinky werewolf falls in love with strange stinky bear? Not the story I’d read realistically. And I know that my writing in the beginning is somewhat awful and vulgar (I was learning!) but it’s so much better now.

.And it’s so much more. Early on it’s mostly No One and Thom, and it’s written like that because No One doesn’t want anything to do with anyone else. Only, Goddard sees him, and he has his own questions, and he has an Inquisition to ask them. And what happens when a demon wolf ravages Skyhold? You request the only family in Thedas who have a heritage in hunting the things down, because they’ll be the best. So Andrastopher arrives, with new knowledge, and his eyes are sharp, and No One cannot hide from a man who has learnt how to recognise his enemies and allies in just a second. Perhaps Goddard asks one too many questions, finds out a history he didn’t know he had, finds out he fathered a child some twenty years ago. That’s Lei. Bastard born, half-elven, strong-willed and strong-jawed.

.There are a fair few storylines that run parallel to one another, actions that No One takes that affect Andrastopher’s story, Goddard’s decisions which alter Blackwall’s path. Many things just like that, throughout, and, right now, I’m at the point (almost) when everything converges back. The next chapter, I think, will be when everyone of my characters are back in Skyhold, and that is the beginning of the end. Amidst the stone walls there will be murder, triumph, revelations on a dozen tongues to a thousand ears. And everything will come together, to the final point of the story I began almost four years ago, when I thought of a repentant Chevalier named No One whilst I was in the shower.

.And, I think, honestly, it’s worth a read. I know it’s terribly long, and it’s only bound to get longer. In my notes I’ve written that there’s only three months left of this story, though I do tend to write day-by-day in NTKoM, there will be some drastic time passage for a certain reason. Granted those three months will take me a long time to write, and I won’t lie about that. But it’s just so brilliant, and it’s just fantastic.

.And. I’m certain it would be so much more popular if it was Solas or Cullen that I wrote about.

.Only, it’s not just No One/Blackwall that I write about explicitly, though they probably have the most amount of smutty scenes. I wrote about Goddard and his wife, Yetta, then Andrastopher and Zevran, No One and Caldwell, Blackwall and Raas, Goddard and Florent in the past, hell, I even mention The Iron Bull and that Orlesian dragon enthusiast that I cannot remember the name of. And background couples! The Iron Bull and Dorian become something, Quincy and Kina become a couple, and Lei has too many crushes! I am building up to something deliciously smutty, however, and I cannot wait to get to it.

.Plus, I have this big family tree I’m remaking because I’m adding more characters to it, I currently have 215 names on it, because I’m hellish. I’m two hours in and this is where I’m at.

.Ah! I just want to talk about it all day. I really wish people would read it. It’s difficult to explain the plotline to people in real life when you’ve got a dozen storylines with a dozen characters to each one, and you’ve knowledge of over half a century of this story wrapped up in your head.

.I wrote 7k words the other day, and about 4.5k of that was a smutty scene to begin the lovely chapter 60. Can you believe?.

.Thank you for the ask!.

[shireness-says]

Happy Holidays! I'm dropping into some of my fave creator's ask boxes and encouraging them to Spread the Cheer by Sharing What You Created This Year! Before a new year starts, take some time to reflect on the things you wrote or created to bless the fandom this past year. Remind us all of the awesomeness you put out there in 2019, and feel free to tease us with things to come in 2020!

Hey, holiday nonnie! Thanks for dropping by - I wrote a lot this year!

Not All That (But Has Potential): It’s not love at first sight, far from it. But there’s something about Killian Jones that has potential…

Playing the Part: As a stage manager who’s clawed her way up from the bottom, Emma Swan can handle just about anything thrown her way. But does that include handsome lead actor Killian Jones? (started 2018, completed 2019) (link to last chapter, which includes previous links)

The Queen’s Librarian: As the palace librarian under Queen Emma’s rule, former Lieutenant Killian Jones gains a reputation for knowing not just what books his monarch wants, but those she needs. Perhaps when all is said and done, she’ll need the man himself as well. 

The Things This Desk Has Seen: Killian and Emma take advantage of an empty office. A smutty, 1950s historical AU.

If I Could See Your Face Once More: This time, there’s no celebration at Granny’s when the latest crisis has been resolved. Instead, they’re left to deal with the body of Killian Jones. A 5B canon divergence where Killian dies in Camelot, never becoming a Dark One. (link to last chapter, which includes previous links)

Ear-resistible: Emma may be out the night before Easter as a favor to Mary Margaret, but she didn’t expect to see Killian Jones in the center of town. After midnight. In a rabbit suit.

You Mean Everything: Even in the silliest moments, Emma and Killian always manage to find the beat together. A little lighthearted rockstar!Emma AU snippet.

What’s in a (Second) Name?: The arrival of a new family member should be a happy time. However, the birth of Henry’s little brother stirs up some unwelcome internal conflict. A sequel snippet to “Killian Jones and the Lost Boy”.

The Company Way: Stage Manager Emma Swan always has something to worry about, and right now the mess that’s taken over her balcony tops the list. And maybe some anxiety about all the ways her life is changing. (She’d rather focus on the boxes.)

Echo: Sharing a heart has unexpected side effects - but maybe they can help say the things that need saying. A 4a heart-sharing AU

A Drowning Soul Will Clutch at Any Straw: Though this is far from Killian Jones’ first encounter with a mermaid, he’s never met any quite like this blonde siren. Together, can they break a cruel curse?

Took My Soul, Wiped It Clean: Killian generally loves Storybrooke and its close-knit feeling, is happy to be raising his family here, but those close ties also often mean that everyone is sticking their nose into everyone else’s business. Can’t a man keep any bloody thing to himself?

Swan’s Seven: After two years behind bars, Emma’s out, and she’s got a plan in mind. Now to put together the perfect team… Let’s stage an art heist. (WIP - link to most recent chapter)

Smut Prompts: self explanatory.

A Reflection on Hats: There are some things you don’t understand understand until you become a parent. 

Ebb and Flow: There’s nothing like the motion of the waves - especially when dealing with a baby who just won’t go to sleep. Being married to a pirate with his own ship certainly has its perks. A fluffy and domestic sequel to “If I Could See Your Face Once More”.

The Song Remains the Same: The more things change, the more they stay the same - including Emma’s teenage crush on Killian Jones. Will she finally work up the nerve to act on it at their ten year high school reunion?

Heat: There’s only so much that one can do on a hot and lazy morning. Luckily, Killian has a wife to do it with. Or: CS honeymoon sex.

A Twelve-Legged Matchmaker: Killian Jones has an undeniable crush on Emma Swan. He just needs a little nudge from man’s best friend to act on it.

Election Day: This is, arguably, the stupidest thing her best friend has ever done. So how in the hell did Charlie Jones get dragged into it? A 5B Divergence ‘verse future snippet.

How can I forget your love?: Anne is used to not being noticed - except…  (A Persuasion modern AU snippet)

A Sparking Attraction: Emma just wanted a nice, relaxing weekend. Who knew her car trouble would be the ticket into her hot’s neighbor’s pants?

and he called her love amongst the snowflakes: Being a princess is no guarantee of a perfect Christmas. Spending the next two days snowed in with her brother’s hot bodyguard just might be, though.

hashtag holiday party: This isn’t Emma’s company, or her holiday party, or her idea of a good time. Is there any good to be salvaged from the worst date ever?

Here’s to more in the coming year!

[hanalwayssolo]

more of sam drake and darcy please? 1, 3, 18, 38, 39, 40!

Hi!! Oh god here we go again, I’m so sorry for missing this!! This is a bit lengthy so ahhhh I’m sorry for getting carried away!!

1. How do they fall asleep? Wake up? Any daily rituals? 

Sam tends to fall asleep while reading; Darcy is the one who usually pries it out of his hands and sets it on their bedside table, and then she rests herself on his chest to sleep. I know how this might seem so uncomfortable, but weirdly enough, he is quite comfortable when she sleeps on his chest, anything that lets him hold her close. And when either of them wakes up far apart, they always tend to scoot back to each other. 

As for daily rituals, Darcy does this really thorough skincare routine every night that Sam enjoys watching. He finds this like some sort of sorcery. At some point, she drags Sam to do it with her, and he obliges out of curiosity. Turns out… it’s a whole lot of fun. (He’s even managed to do his own research that he learns which skincare products he can get for her, and for this Darcy is surprised and immensely grateful.)

Putting the rest under the cut! (Because there’s one question that is too smutty, so heads up kids)

Send me a ship and a number and I’ll tell you

3. Are they open about their relationship? How do they feel about public displays of affection? 

I hope I’m understanding this question right because I’m going to take this as something that is not being in an open relationship, which is a very different thing, but rather how comfortable they are being together and with other people knowing that they’re actually a couple. So. 

When they first started dating—and by first started dating, I mean when they first came across each other sixteen years ago in that fateful London gig—they weren’t really high key announcing that they were seeing each other, but their loved ones knew that something was going on. No one could believe they actually got together because they have been at each other’s throats from the very first time they met. Sully was the only one who sensed that these two idiots will fall in love with each other sooner or later, and goddamn he was right. 

At any rate, Darcy’s family knew about Sam and already had the chance to meet and get to know him; besides, he took great interest in apprenticing for Darcy’s mother, Greta, who was a renowned archaeologist who had worked with his mother. (Sam did not know this at the time.) Nathan and Sully knew about them, too, and Nathan often teased how they fight like an old married couple. However, the two of them had little grasp as to how serious Sam really was about Darcy. When Sam decided to stay behind the UK after their gig in the meantime, they both thought it was solely because of the apprenticeship Greta had offered him to take under her tutelage. (Nate was offered a place, too, but he had other plans.) Little did they know that he really was staying for Darcy. (Nate would only come to find out about this part sixteen years later, when Sam revealed that he lived with Darcy for a year until Nathan called about a significant lead on Henry Avery, which then reunited them both to Panama. Though this is all a story best saved for a different time.)

Meanwhile, years later after they have reunited and Sam is working hard to win her back—and he does win her back—they started seeing each other in secret because they couldn’t quite know how Darcy’s kids would deal with this lmao

18. What are their dates like? How long do/did they date? Do they ever feel the need to take a break from each other?

Their dates are mostly going to galleries and museums, and dinners to their usual cafés or restaurants. On special occasions, Darcy likes taking Sam to art events and historical sites that are not open to the public (perks of her job and having an archaeologist for a mother), while Sam enjoys taking her to the beach or on a road trip to the countryside. But their most favourite really is their museum dates. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s where they get to trade stories and get to talk about their shared love for history and culture while poking fun of completely lewd paintings and statues. And they do take a break from each other’s company, too. Sam knows and is completely aware of how introverted Darcy is, so he respects her need for space from time to time.

38. What are they like in the bedroom? Any kinks/fetishes/turn-ons? Anything they won’t do? 

They are a mess in the bedroom, and by mess, I mean they can go from soft and sensual to rough and fuck-your-brains-out kind of lovemaking in the next. It’s like flipping a switch: one minute Sam is all vanilla, but then Darcy says something explicitly dirty—which she rarely does, so this always takes him by surprise—like “you make me so dripping wet,” or “god, you are just so big inside me,” and he just fucking loses it. As for what gets them turned on, Sam just really likes it when he sees Darcy in her lingerie, or if she ever wears his shirt; meanwhile, the way to Darcy’s wetness is with words, so she really likes it when Sam talks dirty, a game in which he is far more superior. (He does it even when they’re in public, or while buying the groceries, or while casually taking a walk in the park that Darcy hates Sam for it because she cannot deal being so hot and bothered in broad daylight, for fuck’s sake.)

Also, they’re creative and adventurous in giving each other pleasure, too, and they’re always willing to explore how they can spice things up in bed. However, to some extent, Sam has reservations on BDSM because the last thing he’d want to do is to hurt Darcy in any way, regardless if it’s only roleplay. Absolutely no slapping, no choking, no reenacting of any form of physical violence whatsoever. (This is mainly because of what Darcy has been through in her past marriage, so yeah. You get the idea.) But… if she’s the one in control and the one to tie him up, well, that he won’t mind at all.

39. Who initiated the relationship? Who kissed who first? When did they realize they were in love? 

Sam initiated the relationship because he is ballsy like that. It’s also him who kissed first, and it just happened when he was watching her staring at a Rembrandt painting like it’s the most beautiful thing in the world, her mouth open in wonder, and she looked so happy and more beautiful than the masterpiece in front of them and he thought, “God, I want so badly to kiss her right now,” and so he did. And she did not object. She had been wanting to kiss him, too. That was also the time he realized he was in love with her.

40. Any special memories? Do they have a special place they like to go to? 

They have a lot, actually. But one of their very special places is on a beach in East Sussex where Sam took her on a date sixteen years ago and asked her to be his girl.

[commander-hanji-zoe]

Do you have any advice for a new blog?

🌸 Oh this is such an interesting ask, I’ve been thinking about it for a few days now, sorry it’s taken a while to get back to you but I was thinking how best to answer it! While this blog has only been around for 3 years and I’ve only really started posting in it recently, I have had my main tumblr blog for 10 years and several side blogs with quite a few followers so I’m hoping I can provide some insight! I do apologise as this turned into a bit of a ramble that I feel is about tumblr but beings to overlap into life advice lol - I blame my age. 🌸

1.) I would say firstly, enjoy it. I feel sometimes there’s a lot of pressure to get loads of followers, create new content etc. and you can forget why you’re here. I got tumblr to reblog photos of things that made me happy from bands to tattoos, movie stuff, art etc and occasionally I would forget that and end up getting bogged down in comparing stats and myself to others. So yeah, enjoy it and remember why you joined ^_^

2.) If you love work that others create (writing/art/gif sets etc.) show your appreciation not just with likes but with comments and reblogging where you can/feel comfortable doing so. Likes are great and always appreciated but comments help to inspire and reblogging means more people will see their work. It encourages content creators to continue creating, it’s also a really good way of gaining followers and make friends. If you support others they will likely support you in return. 

3.) Share the art/fan art/cosplay photos you love as per above - but don’t repost work. This was something I wasn’t really aware of when I first joined tumblr, a lot of people would just save photos from google or deviant art (it was a very different place back then) and post them on tumblr to show appreciation. But often there would be no artist detail or link to the artist, instead if you find something you like reblog it from the creator. If it isn’t on tumblr and you’d really like to post it here, contact the creator and ask their permission to post - then include a link in the post and explain you have the artist’s permission. 

4.) Talk to people :) - Okay like Alice in Wonderland here’s some advice I could really use sometimes! Through tumblr I have met some of the most amazing friends. When I first started out I started chatting to a girl who went to the same Uni as me, we met up to go for coffee, browse record shops and saw The Vaccines together. I’ve also met numerous people who encouraged me to go to Hobbit Con in Germany - I had the most amazing time, remained friends, one of them came to my wedding. I guess the message here is that internet friends are great and you never know what a friendship can blossom into. If there’s someone whose work you admire or blog you love, don’t be afraid to reach out and send a message, even if you feel a bit silly (I often do!). 

5.) Tags - My take on tags is pretty simple, tag correctly. I often tag things quite heavily but I make sure that I only tag characters that feature in a post or fandoms that feature in that post etc. You often come across posts where every character in the show has been tagged, I get why people do it, it means the post will come up in more results but it is rather infuriating when you’re looking for something specific. It also looks messy and can make things hard to find on your own blog. So yeah tag the show/film/book etc, tag the relevant characters, add whatever tags you want regarding your feelings/emotions about the post or thoughts on it. But ideally keep it relevant. On that note, tag ships (people often blacklist ships they dislike or that they find problematic) so doing this helps everyone. Anything that’s only really suitable for people 18+ tag however you see fit (due to Tumblr’s changes last year we had to revert to tagging things on the citrus scale again so I tag anything like that as lemon as well as nsft) Finally Trigger/content warnings - I do use them, some people put warnings on everything, some people don’t do at all. Again like with shipping it is helpful for people who have  

6.) Remember to take breaks - tumblr can be a little addictive and easy to pass time (like social media) so remember to take breaks, when you get back they’ll be loads of new stuff on your dashboard to look at ^_^

7.) Follow loads of blogs! I probably should have put this higher up. But have a think about the kind of content you want to see and spend some time searching for blogs that fit that, I also find it’s nice to follow some more aesthetic blogs or blogs that are calming/relaxing, seeing things like that on my dash is always a reminder to have a breather!

8.) Enjoy playing around with themes - decide what you want your blog to be about (and remember there’s nothing wrong with having a main blog that’s a little bit of everything you love as well as personal stuff!) and then have fun with the settings. There’s a lot of free tumblr themes, some of which are pretty neat and user friendly in terms of customisation. Don’t be afraid to ask questions if you’re stuck. 

9.) Side blogs are also really great. I begun to create side blogs because I didn’t want to spam my main blog with Game of Thrones, The Hobbit, Red Dead Redemption 2 or Attack on Titan, so I created side blogs. I still post about all these things on main but not as frequently. A side blog can also be good if you want to create a blog you can share with employers - I have a side blog for my photography and one for my writing. Sideblogs are also a good way of keeping certain material away from the blog where people in real life are most likely to find you. Generally I won’t post 18+ material on my main blog, so smutty fan fiction etc. goes on the side blogs. As a side note, when you have a side blog you cannot like posts or ask questions as that side blog - it will be from your main blog. 

10.) Try not to get disheartened if you create original content and it doesn’t get a lot of attention at first. When you create a blog it can take time to gain followers/traction. But remember as per point 1, that Tumblr should be fun and creating content should first and fore mostly be for you and your enjoyement. But if you continue to create, tag appropriately but also show appreciation for fellow creators there’s no reason why in time you won’t flourish. And as per point 3, if you reblog others work there’s a chance they in return will reblog your art. 

11.) There’s extension kits you can get for tumblr, I know some people use them and find them helpful. I’m not sure they’re as poplar/needed now as they used to be. I used to use one but don’t feel the need now, however might be worth a google or asking someone more knowledgeable to see if it’ll work for you.

12.) You can blacklist tags through settings, if there’s any ships, characters, things you’d rather not see on your dash or that you find upsetting or triggering I’d recommend blacklisting them. If people tag correctly you shouldn’t much/if any of it. 

13.) Under blog settings you can also choose whether you want your blog to be searchable via the email address you registered with and on google. I switched this off pretty much as soon as it became a feature! My blogs, even my main blog are a piece of me which is only shared with a select few people in real life. I really do not need my colleagues, employers, certain family/friends finding this! 

14.) Use Queues! I adore a queue.... Once I discovered they were a thing I try to have around 100 posts in my queue on main at any time. You can amend how many times you post a day (mine is around 8-12 times, I change it when i go away). It just means your blog remains active even if you can’t really log on for a week or two or if you’re on holiday. Occasionally I’ll add original posts into my queue with writing, it can be nice to come back and see the feedback. A lot of people put ‘queue’ in the tag, but you’ll realise most people have a quirky tag. For example on main mine is - one does not simply queue their way through tumblr. And on my red dead blog it’s - I had a god damn queue! Sadly on here I haven’t got one yet! 

15.) Finally I would say engage in discourse as little as possible. It can be tempting and while drama can be fun for a while, even just to watch from the outside it can quickly escalate into something nasty and toxic. At first you might want to join in but tumblr can be, well it can be a lot at times and very noisy with everyone screaming their opinions and trying to be louder than the person before. I would say no fandom is inherently toxic, but it happens. A fandom I was heavily involved in last year had so much discourse and there was so much drama that even though I wasn’t involved in it my anxiety was through the roof, I had a panic attack over it and felt paranoid. After speaking to other older members in the fandom I felt much better (they too were annoyed with what was happening) and we realised that essentially a lot of it boiled down to a real lack of critical thinking. I’m not saying don’t get involved at all, sometimes I have seen things where I’ve felt things need to be said/action taken especially when it comes to intolerance and hatred. But I would say when you do engage - pick your battles. (I hope this last one makes sense). I started writing a lot more and going into the politics of it and ranting about bigots and then thought that’s probably enough! 😁

I hope this post helps! Like I said I’ve never been asked something like this so it took a bit of thinking but these are some of the key thoughts I had. 

edit - I meant to add that obviously the above is just my opinion and based on my experiences on tumblr/thoughts about things.

[blooddrinkingbartender]

Rules Post for Mobile Users

Quick Disclaimer: Bar prices, processes, and other such things probably won’t be all that accurate. If that’s you wanted and came to this blog for, I apologise in advance. 

Also, please be aware that this is a sideblog and follows back from my main blog: pushspacetocontinue.  I will most likely send you an ask alerting you of this too, just to be safe.

Things I will RP:

Violence

Fluff

Fights

‘Slice of Life’ stuff.

Crossovers (although there are some fandoms I won’t, but that’s because I’m not really a fan of them or don’t know much about them.)  

Gore

AU.

General Situations (e.g. Helping someone if sick, helping to rescue someone, etc etc)

Some Magic Anons (if they’re interesting enough for people to want to RP with - e.g. Like the ‘Pocket’ one I got.

Ships. The blog is multiship and each ship is set in a different verse from the other. However, that doesn’t mean I’m only out for shipping our characters in a romantic way. I love friendships, enemies, and plots away from shipping too.

Things I won’t RP:

Smut (although I am okay with innuendo, suggestive asks, and the typical Sexual Sunday/TMI Tuesday/Fetish Friday stuff.) I am of age, but I don’t feel comfortable writing it. If sex actually happens, I’m happy to ‘fade to black’ and then skip to afterwards.

Rape/Non-con (it’s just not something I’m comfortable with. So if Bill tells your character ‘No’ or I say ‘No’ from a mod to another, it means ‘No!’ Just because he can mesmerise doesn’t mean he’ll use it for that.)

Pedophilia (No. Just no! No! I don’t think I need to explain why I won’t. At least, I hope not.)

Bestiality (Again. No. I see that kind of stuff as being very wrong, although I am willing to discuss things regarding werewolves, splices etc.)

Pregnancy (once again, not something I’m comfortable with. it scares the shit out of me and grosses me out)

Alpha/Omega/Beta verse. (Not to sound shaming to anyone who does like it, but I really don’t. It creeps me out way too much. It makes me shudder.)

Age regression to the point of depending on other muses. (It makes me uncomfortable too. If Bill ever gets turned into a kid, he will stay at an age where he is fairly independent and capable of looking after himself.)

Some Magic Anons (e.g. body swaps, weight gain, ones that change his personality in his extreme way, make him attracted to someone else, change his sexuality, ‘smutty’ stuff (e.g. aphrodisiac/heat effects) etc.)

With ‘real’ muses. If you have a real person (e.g. a youtuber, an actor, a kpop artist etc.) as your muse or one of them if you’re a multi-muse blog, I would rather not roleplay with them. Nothing against you, it just makes me feel a bit iffy. I’m okay with them being faceclaims for muses and I’m okay with alter egos (e.g. Antisepticeye or Darkiplier because they’re fictional characters as well), but if it’s an actual real person as a muse, I’d rather steer clear. Self-inserts also count under this I’m afraid. If you roleplay as yourself in threads, and the mun and muse are one and the same, then I’d rather not. Again, just like with roleplaying with real people, I just feel iffy about it.

Other things:

Please don’t godmod. Of course, minor things like passing something to Bill and assuming he took it is fine. I will let you know if you are because it can be an easy mistake to make sometimes. However, if you continue to do it, then I will not continue with the thread.

This blog is 18+. While I don’t smut, sometimes asks can be rather suggestive, and the blog does sometimes delve into more sensitive topics. For that reason, I’d rather minors stay away. 

When it comes to replies, I can be rather fast. That doesn’t mean I expect you to be. There is never any rush or pressure to reply quickly. I promise. Don’t stress yourself out. Take as much time as you want and remember that you never need to apologise or anything like that. There’s no deadline. It’s a hobby. Not a job.

I am mutuals-only but I am not completely closed off. Feel free to send an ask if you would like me to check out your blog and see if our muses are compatible.

The same goes for matching post length, especially when I write a starter. I have a habit of setting the scene and I do sometimes use a few too many details. As long as I have something to work with and it’s at least a paragraph, then don’t worry about matching reply length.

If you can’t answer an ask I’ve sent because you’ve got too many already or you feel you just can’t give a good answer, or you feel a scenario wouldn’t work, don’t worry. Just don’t answer it. Delete it, forget, and don’t sweat it.

Same for dropping a thread. If you feel a need to drop a thread with me, because you don’t have anymore ideas, you’re not enjoying it anymore, you’ve got a lot of other threads going on and you feel overwhelmed etc., just do it. I will not hold it against you.

Basically, your comfort is important. Do what’s what right for yourself and I will do what I can to accommodate you.

If you have any problems or you want me to tag something or you want to discuss anything, just talk to me. I don’t bite.

If we’re going to roleplay, I would find a lot easier if you have an About Page (for canon characters, even linking back to a Wiki page will suffice) and a Rules Page. Just enough so I know what you prefer and what your character is like. I think it just makes things a lot simpler for everybody involved.

I love getting asks. I really do. If you want to continue the ask as a thread, I would really appreciate it if you made a new post for it (linking back to my answer or quoting me) and then tag me in it. It just looks a whole lot neater and makes trimming tidier.

That said, if you want to reblog the ask just so you can keep it on your blog (I know some people who have done that), then you are more than welcome.

If you’re going to reblog an ask meme from me, please at least make the effort to send something from that meme in. It’s why I reblogged it after all. If you can’t or don’t want to, try and get it from the source instead. This is something you should keep in mind for everyone you roleplay with. I will do the same for you.

If you want to kill Bill, please talk to me first.

Bill is pansexual, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to jump into your muse’s pants the second he meets them. I do like there to be some chemistry.

If I’ve missed a reply (as much as I try not to,) please do not hesitate to message me.

I, the mod, occassionally post OOC things (e.g. things I’m interested in etc,) but I tag them as such (e.g. ‘BillMod is a butt’ or ‘OOC Interest’ for example.)

I won’t get angry or offended if you choose to unfollow me or want me to unfollow you (just tell me if you do want that by the way.) It’s your choice after all and I won’t question it.

My timezone is GMT. Which means I may go to bed a lot earlier than expected.

It’s sad that I need to add this rule, but unless I know you (drop me an ask letting me know who you are), then I’m afraid I won’t be allowing personals/non-roleplay blogs to follow me anymore. They will simply be soft-blocked. That said, if you are a personal and your roleplay blog is a sideblog, again, drop me an ask and let me know.

You don’t need to send me a password or anything like that for reading these rules. I’ll quickly know if you haven’t.

I understand that Bill’s mesmerism ability could be considered overpowered, so I will only have him use it with the other mod’s permission, if he ever really has a need to. 

[auroraphilealis]

Can you please recommend me some good slow burn fics and/or chaptered fics. Thanks in advance xx

Are you READY?

Cause I have so many recommendations

Under the cut cause I went crazy

Give Me A Try @danfanciesphil - Dan, a bartender at ‘Habenero’, Brighton’s hottest gay club, has been obsessed with AmazingPhil, the openly gay Instagram model for a long time. In all the fantasy meet-cute scenarios Dan has imagined for he and his semi-celeb crush, none of them involved him being at work, being soaked in various liquids, or being halfway through a Saturday night hell-shift. Sometimes, life doesn’t wait around for your plans.

Ships that Pass in the Night @agingphangirl - Dan and Phil are YouTubers. The catch? They’ve never met, and Phil doesn’t want them to.

The Meaning of Love @phandomsub - Phil Lester is an intern at the British Society of the Prevention of Cruelty to Neko – an organisation that focuses on rescuing abandoned or mistreated neko and rehabilitating them for re-adoption. He can’t say he fully agrees with the way many neko are treated, but in a world where they have no rights Phil has to agree that being someone’s pet is the best option for them. Then neko #504 is brought into the shelter and Phil finally realises just how alike humans and neko are. 

Here By My Side (A New Color to Paint the World)  - So one day, Phil walks in on Dan wearing a dress. And after a very confusing discussion, it comes out that Dan enjoys wearing girl’s clothing in private. Phil lets it be known that he’d be fine if Dan wore it around him and slowly, Dan starts opening up and letting Phil into his private world. But what Phil doesn’t expect is to start seeing Dan in a whole new way.

breathe and ill breathe (and im in love with you)  - A series of one-shots in which we explore various kinks. Said chapters will include biting, dirty talk, blindfolds, rimming, orgasm control/orgasm denial, spanking and scratching, orders and obeying, handcuffs and leg cuffs, breath play, and wax play.

Stirring in Love - @andthenshesaid-write When Phil applied to be a contestant on the Great British Bake Off he didn’t even expect to make the long-list, let alone make it into the actual tent. But make it he does and there he meets Dan, a baker unlike Phil in every possible way. After a rocky start, Phil realises that maybe he can learn some things from Dan after all, and the biggest things have nothing to do with baking.This fic was nominated for the Phanfic Awards 2016 Best of the Best!

A Map of My Heart and Mind - Dan and Phil get drunk and wake up married in Vegas, the day after Dan’s 25th birthday. Dan thinks they could just get it annulled but Dan knows what marriage means to Phil, how important it is, and he wonders if they can just fake it for a year so it’s not a total waste and then divorce. Of course, a year is a long time to pretend to be married and things can always change…

Emergency Substitute @parentaladvisorybullshitcontent - “You could always charm Phil for us,” Jack suggests. “Throw him off his game.”“Right, yeah,” Dan says sarcastically. “Midway through the match I’ll just Summon his broom to me and he’ll fall off and then Gryffindor’ll automatically win.”“I didn’t mean that kind of charm,” Jack says, under his breath.In which Dan is roped into playing Quidditch when all he really wants is a quiet life. And for Phil to never leave Hogwarts.

Road to Acceptance Series @anerdwithakoreanhaircut - Dan never thought alcohol could bring anything but misery into his life, and…well, he was kind of right; the headache was painful and the memories of how he spent his 18th birthday were gone. He manages to break into someone else’s home. But it’s because of the alcohol he meets Phil, who impacts his life in more ways than one.

If You Think you Know Me @ineverhadmyinternetphase - Fiction. Phil’s a police Sergeant. He’s been itching to get promoted to Inspector for ages, but to do so, he needs to crack his biggest case - famed internet hacker the Howler. Phil’s been after him for years, but he’d never managed to get even a hint towards his identity. When he meets a hot stranger in a bar one night, Phil thinks his luck might just be turning up. But maybe getting close to this particular stranger isn’t the best idea.

Everything You Never Wanted - Phil is an omega, he’s spent nearly his entire life going to Eastbrook, an omega only school. When his parents make the decision to transfer him into an alpha,beta,omega school his whole life is turned upside down. Especially when he meets Dan Howell, an alpha who can’t seem to stand him. No matter how hard the two try to avoid each other the universe seems to keep pulling them together.

Our Threadbare Lies @ramonaspeaks - Dan is eighteen years old and newly single. He’s ready to come out to his family but he thinks it would be a hell of a lot easier if he had a boyfriend to help him through it.

Taking Every Chance I’ve Got - All Dan wanted was to get drunk, really. Have a good time, meet a few new people. He didn’t really think about getting involved with someone as dangerous as Phil Lester (someone as cold, as pale and, well, as not alive), and he definitely didn’t think that one trip out to a bar would change his life forever.

Behind Closed Doors - Based very loosely on ‘A Little Princess’ and ‘David Copperfield’14 year old Dan Howell is sent away to boarding school leaving behind his abusive stepfather and incredibly ill mother. 17 year old Phil Lester is the school’s jack-of-all-trades who works his hardest under harsh circumstances to avoid the workhouse. The two boys meet and become close friends knowing they have to stick together if they are to survive the trials that lay ahead of them.

read between the lines (i will if you will) @phanbliss - Phil ^_^ (5:31 PM)Dan?danisNOTonfire xD i swear im really not. come check. (5:31 PM)yeah?Phil ^_^ (5:32 PM)I think I'm in love with youI justI can't wait to meet you--Skype conversations between Dan and Phil, leading up to their first meeting. 2009!Phan. Prepare for fluff.

First Impressions (Perhaps I Was Wrong) @phanbliss - Phil Lester goes back to university for his third year, expecting to live in the dorms with his childhood best friend PJ. That's how it's been for the past years, after all. However, due to a mistake of some sort, he finds himself with a new roommate to spend the semester with.Daniel Howell, three years his junior, has rich brown eyes, a laptop to hide them behind, and not more than two words to spare in Phil's direction. Phil is no fortune teller, but he foresees the upcoming months will be filled with a whole lot of awkward silence.Unless, of course, Dan proves him wrong...Could one little mistake lead to something entirely life-changing? Perhaps it could. After all, nearly everything changes when Phil meets Dan.-Excerpt: Dan's hair is soft against Phil's cheek, and his presence - gentle against his heart.Winner of Best Slow Burn in the Phanfic Awards 2016!

Reflections of the Heart - “Being told to dress up in a dinosaur onesie and have cereal catapulted at your face is a little odd. Waking up to find that you and your best friend have switched bodies? That’s fucking bizarre.”(Or, the multi-chaptered, slightly smutty bodyswap fic that no one asked for. Featuring whiny/annoying!Dan, sassy/beguiling!Phil, unintentional innuendos, intentional innuendos, unnecessary kitchen supplies, and just a pinch of magic).

Love Yourself @imnotinclinedtomaturity - A lot of things about Dan's life are pretty great. He gets to make the music he wants, he's got a great fanbase, and his manager is his best friend. A few things about his life suck a bit more. He's currently lacking inspiration, he's rather lonely, and he's stuck in a rut.Dan's been going to the same coffee shop for years. It's quiet, it's quaint, it's near his home. Most importantly: none of the employees give a shit that's he a world-famous singer. Things change when he meets the new barista.

In My Way @ineverhadmyinternetphase - Daniel Howell is 21 and Britain’s newest star. He’s just been cast in the much-anticipated film adaption of Last Man Standing, the popular teen fantasy novel with a huge fanbase hanging off his every tweet. In other words, Dan has made it big.Phil Lester couldn’t care less. He’s a stressed out PHD student working part time at a bookshop while he struggles to get into post-production. He’s 26 and still lives in a tiny flat on the fifth floor of a building with a lift more broken than it is in use. He loves books, but he thinks big film adaptions screw with the plot too much.Needless to say, Phil is less than impressed when Last Man Standing is getting filmed in his hometown. And he certainly doesn’t want anything to do with obnoxious, arrogant, so irritatingly perfect leading actor Daniel Howell.

Let Me Down Gently @ineverhadmyinternetphase - AU in which Dan is (briefly) a lawyer, until he gets fired and kicked out by his girlfriend. Wandering alone at night looking for a place to stay, he happens across a slightly strange man who introduces himself as Phil and who owns a B&B. Without much choice, Dan takes up the offer to stay there, and quickly grows to have a certain fondness for Phil. There’s only one problem: Phil runs the B&B with his long-term partner Alex.

jump a lil higher @snsknene - Dan co-hosts The Breakfast Show. Phil's his new producer. They fall in love, assisted by a bunch of romcom tropes I refuse to apologise for.

danandphilKINKS @snsknene - "I've got mine!" Dan said, waving it triumphantly. Phil knew this was serious, then, because a) he hadn't procrastinated on it at all, and b) it was barely legible: he'd handwritten it.Or: Dan and Phil have a bucket list. Except with less seeing the Great Wall of China and more Googling how to wash enema.

Strangers @waveydnp - dan is new to london and living in a mostly empty flat, desperate to forget the mistakes of his past. he's all alone -- until one day he gets a piece of mail addressed to someone in the neighbouring flat, one mr. philip lester. he can't exactly not return it, can he?

a match and a fuse @waveydnp - Phil is twenty six years old and stuck in a dead end life. He works at Starbucks and may or may not be carrying a torch for his best friend of eight years. He doesn't know who he is or what he wants--or how to go about figuring it out.That all starts to change when he happens upon the resume of a certain law school grad named Daniel.

[pushspacetocontinue]

Rules Post for Mobile Users

Pretty much my rules page. But I’ve just realised I hadn’t got an actual post for it, which could pose some problems for mobile users. Hence why I’m posting it here now, mainly for the purpose of being able to being able to link it to mobile users. To those who have already seen and read my rules, don’t worry. As I said, this is just for mobile users who might not be able to get to them otherwise.

Things I will RP:

Violence

Fluff

Fights

‘Slice of Life’ stuff.

Crossovers (although there are some fandoms I won’t, but that’s because I’m not really a fan of them or don’t know much about them.)  

Gore

AU.

General Situations (e.g. Helping someone if sick, helping to rescue someone, etc etc)

Some Magic Anons (if they’re interesting enough for people to want to RP with - e.g. Like the ‘Pocket’ one I got.

Ships. The blog is multiship and each ship is set in a different verse from the other. However, that doesn’t mean I’m only out for shipping our characters in a romantic way. I love friendships, enemies, and plots away from shipping too.

Things I won’t RP:

Smut (although I am okay with innuendo, suggestive asks, and the typical Sexual Sunday/TMI Tuesday/Fetish Friday stuff.) I am of age, but I don't feel comfortable writing it. If sex actually happens (a miracle really, who would want him?), I’m happy to ‘fade to black’ and then skip to afterwards.

Rape/Non-con (it’s just not something I’m comfortable with. So if Russell tells your character ‘No’ or I say ‘No’ from a mod to another, it means ‘No!’)

Pedophilia (No. Just no! No! I don’t think I need to explain why I won’t. At least, I hope not.)

Bestiality (Again. No. I see that kind of stuff as being very wrong, although I am willing to discuss things regarding werewolves, splices etc.)

Pregnancy (once again, not something I’m comfortable with. it scares the shit out of me and grosses me out)

Alpha/Omega/Beta verse. (Not to sound shaming to anyone who does like it, but I really don’t. It creeps me out way too much. It makes me shudder.)

Age regression to the point of depending on other muses. (It makes me uncomfortable too. If Russell does get turned into a kid, he will stay at an age where he is fairly independent and capable of looking after himself.) 

Some Magic Anons (e.g. body swaps, weight gain, ones that change his personality in his extreme way, make him attracted to someone else, change his sexuality, ‘smutty’ stuff (e.g. aphrodisiac/heat effects) etc.)

With ‘real’ muses. If you have a real person (e.g. a youtuber, an actor, a kpop artist etc.) as your muse or one of them if you’re a multi-muse blog, I would rather not roleplay with them. Nothing against you, it just makes me feel a bit iffy. I’m okay with them being faceclaims for muses and I’m okay with alter egos (e.g. Antisepticeye or Darkiplier because they’re fictional characters as well), but if it’s an actual real person as a muse, I’d rather steer clear. Self-inserts also count under this I’m afraid. If you roleplay as yourself in threads, and the mun and muse are one and the same, then I’d rather not. Again, just like with roleplaying with real people, I just feel iffy about it. 

Other things:

Please don’t godmod. Of course, minor things like passing something to Russell and assuming he took it is fine. I will let you know if you are because it can be an easy mistake to make sometimes. However, if you continue to do it, then I will not continue with the thread. 

This blog is 18+. While I don’t smut, sometimes asks can be rather suggestive, and the blog does sometimes delve into more sensitive topics. For that reason, I’d rather minors stay away. 

When it comes to replies, I can be rather fast. That doesn’t mean I expect you to be. There is never any rush or pressure to reply quickly. I promise. Don’t stress yourself out. Take as much time as you want and remember that you never need to apologise or anything like that. There’s no deadline. It’s a hobby. Not a job.

The same goes for matching  post length, especially when I write a starter. I have a habit of setting the scene and I do sometimes use a few too many details. As long as I have something to work with and it’s at least a paragraph, then don’t worry about matching reply length.

If you can’t answer an ask I’ve sent because you’ve got too many already or you feel you just can’t give a good answer, or you feel a scenario wouldn’t work, don’t worry. Just don’t answer it. Delete it, forget, and don’t sweat it.

Same for dropping a thread. If you feel a need to drop a thread with me, because you don’t have anymore ideas, you’re not enjoying it anymore, you’ve got a lot of other threads going on and you feel overwhelmed etc., just do it. I will not hold it against you.

Basically, your comfort is important. Do what’s what right for yourself and I will do what I can to accommodate you. 

If you have any problems or you want me to tag something or you want to discuss anything, just talk to me. I don’t bite.

If we’re going to roleplay, I would find a lot easier if you have an About Page (for canon characters, even linking back to a Wiki page will suffice) and a Rules Page. Just enough so I know what you prefer and what your character is like. I think it just makes things a lot simpler for everybody involved. 

I love getting asks. I really do. If you want to continue the ask as a thread, I would really appreciate it if you made a new post for it (linking back to my answer or quoting me) and then tag me in it. It just looks a whole lot neater and makes trimming tidier. 

That said, if you want to reblog the ask just so you can keep it on your blog (I know some people who have done that), then you are more than welcome. 

If you’re going to reblog an ask meme from me, please at least make the effort to send something from that meme in. It’s why I reblogged it after all. If you can’t or don’t want to, try and get it from the source instead. This is something you should keep in mind for everyone you roleplay with. I will do the same for you. 

If you want to kill Russell, please talk to me first. He’ll respawn in the TF2 verse, but it’s always good to have it established and planned out. Otherwise, I would like to discuss it and see if it would work. 

Russell is gay! But he isn’t really open it unless he knows another muse won’t care or they’re gay or bisexual as well. Your muse shouldn’t know this or be able to guess this unless they are a telepath or unless he tells you. He is not “stereotypically gay”(Whatever the hell that means, person who said he showed a lot of gay stereotypes.)

Remember, just because Russell doesn’t like your muse, it doesn’t mean I don’t like you.

If I’ve missed a reply (as much as I try not to,) please do not hesitate to message me.

I, the mod, occassionally post OOC things (e.g. things I’m interested in etc,) but I tag them as such (e.g. ‘RussellMod is a butt’ or ‘OOC Interest’ for example.)

I won’t get angry or offended if you choose to unfollow me or want me to unfollow you (just tell me if you do want that by the way.) It’s your choice after all and I won’t question it.

My timezone is GMT. Which means I may go to bed a lot earlier than expected.

It’s sad that I need to add this rule, but unless I know you (drop me an ask letting me know who you are), then I’m afraid I won’t be allowing personals/non-roleplay blogs to follow me anymore. They will simply be soft-blocked. That said, if you are a personal and your roleplay blog is a sideblog, again, drop me an ask and let me know. 

You don’t need to send me a password or anything like that for reading these rules. I’ll quickly know if you haven’t. 

[iwillphysicallyfiteyou]

Badass Boys - Chapter Fifteen

First, Previous, and Next.

Masterlist/Outfits

Series Description: Virgil has always been known as a bad boy, Logan very recently has been considered a bad boy. However, no one knows that these two bad boys are gay.

Chapter Description: Virgil and Logan go on their first date.

Pairings: Analogical (Side Royality)

CW: Mention of abuse, mention of money and hospitals, mentions of throwing up, kissing, and a bit smutty (nothing explicit).

The last couple of days have been painful for both Logan and Virgil. Even though it’s his eighteenth birthday Virgil still refused to go to a hospital because of the inevitable hospital bill.

“Look, it doesn’t hurt that much anymore, and most of the bruises are gone. Why don’t we go to the amusement park, you know, finally have our first date,” Virgil said through the phone.

“I’d like that. When should we go?”

“ASAP.”

Logan chuckled before saying,” alright, I’ll be at your house in twenty.”

They said their goodbyes before Virgil went to his closet. He changed into a plain black long-sleeved button-up shirt and black jeans. He attempted to tame his curls by putting some product in it, but they were still crazy and slightly frizzy. 

He put on his favorite black combat boots and stared at the container on top of his drawer. Inside the container, he had the necessities: a comb, lube, a pen, an expired condom (he made a mental note to throw that away later), chapstick, and of course, a lone black pencil eyeliner.

Logan seemed to like the smart and casual type of men, however, Virgil did realize that the only guy he knew that Logan liked was him so he probably had nothing to worry about.

Probably.

He took a deep breath and put the eyeliner on Pete Wentz style. He looked in the mirror and admired how he looked. Well, not exactly admired, more like making an attempt to point out every flaw that his face holds. His pasty white skin matched the aesthetic he was going for, so he guesses that wasn’t exactly a fault. He has a scar where his eyebrow piercing used to be, which he hates. His lips are chapped, so he quickly applied some chapstick. His brown eyes are boring and dull, unlike Logan’s beautiful and complex hazel eyes. He decided to back away from the mirror.

He picked up his phone to see that he got a good morning text from Roman, which meant he just woke up. Virgil quick sent Roman a text jokingly making fun of him for waking up at 11 instead of 7, then he went downstairs.

“Virgil, why are you so dressed up, and why are you back to that makeup? God, do you wanna look like a girl or something?”

“No Mom, I don’t want to look like a girl. I have a date- um yeah at the amusement park.” Virgil stopped himself before mentioning Logan since he knew how his mom felt about homosexuality, and he’d rather not show up to the date with a black eye thank you very much.

“With who?”

“Look, nothing’s official yet so I’m not saying names until we’re at least on the third date.”

“It’s a girl, right?”

“Mom.”

“I know, I know. You know, Reid thinks being gay is normal or whatever. I don’t understand it but if my two boys think it’s okay then I won’t break anyone’s nose over it. I’m still going to be disappointed though.”

“You’re always disappointed.” She frowned at that. “I have twenty minutes until my date gets here.”

“Clean. Read a book. Call Valerie, whatever you want.”

“Alright,” Virgil said before running back upstairs. He texted Patton about what his mom said.

‘Can you believe her? As if punching someone just because they’re gay would be okay even if Reid and I didn’t think it’s okay. And the disappointed part? Like bitch????’ Virgil texted before realizing that if Roman just woke up then most likely Patton’s driving to Roman’s house, so he won’t get a text back for a while.

He picked up the book Carry On by Rainbow Rowell and read that for the next twenty minutes.

Virgil’s phone beeped.

‘I’m here, and I don’t want to knock on the door because your mom’s glaring at me.’

Virgil shoved his phone and wallet into his pocket before sprinted to the front door and his mom grabbed his arm.

“Logan? Are you kidding me?” She asked.

“He’s just my ride there, calm down,” Virgil lied.

His mom sighed before saying, “alright, have fun.”

“I will.”

Virgil’s attempting to walk casual ( which he sure that he failed horribly at) to Logan’s car is awkward and weird, but he took a deep breath and thought, ‘that’s all part of the human, being embarrassed once in a while is normal. Wow, my therapist would be so impressed by that.’ 

However, Logan didn’t even notice. He’s too focused on how cute Virgil looks in all black and makeup.

Virgil sat in the car and greeted Logan.

“I really like your outfit and makeup,” Logan said.

Virgil tried to hide his growing blush by looking away while saying, “Thanks.”

Even though he wanted to hide his face from Logan, he couldn’t help but sneak looks at him. He’s wearing a pair of orangish-red jeans with a green flannel. He looks so hot. 

“I like your outfit,” Virgil complimented.

After a couple minutes of small talk, Virgil got a call.

“One second, Patton’s calling me,” Virgil said, “hello.”

“Sorry, I’m driving-,” Patton gasped, “a dog! Anyways, if you hear cars honking and stuff, that’s why. I am so upset over your mom, God, I wish she could just accept that people are different.”

“Yeah, she’s... difficult.”

“Yeah and the- wait, are you in a car too?”

“Yeah, Logan and I are going to the amusement park.” Logan smiled over at Virgil before looking back at the road.

Patton gasped before saying, “like a date.”

“Yeah.”

“Oh my puppies, I ship it so much.”

“For some reason, I’m not surprised.”

Patton giggles before saying, “I can’t help that I love love. Okay well, I should probably let you go, have fun!” 

Virgil put his phone back in his pocket.

“Happy eighteenth.”

“Thanks, when are you turning eighteen?”

“June 27th.”

“That’s coming up. So you’re going to be seventeen when you graduate.”

“Yup. I’m the youngest in the class.”

“You’re practically a baby.”

“Oh hush, you’re such a grandfather.”

Logan shook his head with a gentle smile on his face. 

*

“We’re here.”

They got out of the car and looked at some of the rides. 

“Can we agree to not go on the roller coaster?” Logan asked.

“I’ve never felt more relieved.”

Logan bought some tickets since Logan refused to let Virgil pay. 

“Which ride should we go on first?”

“What about the Scrambler?” Virgil suggested.

“Perfect.”

“Maybe I should have picked a different day to wear all black,” Virgil said while sweating in the 85 degrees heat. “You’re probably really hot too.” 

“Yeah.” 

Virgil felt the urge to throw himself in the sun because of the failed small talk, however, he just stood in line next to Logan instead. 

Logan snaked his hand into Virgil’s and they stood there saying nothing for a couple of minutes.

“Tickets please!” A young teenage girl practically yelled with fake enthusiasm. 

Logan gave her four tickets, two per person, and they sat into a booth type thing.

“Are you excited?” Logan asked.

“Hell yeah, I’m so ready to throw up.”

“Alright! Please do not open the booth or stand up or undo the seatbelt. Have fun!” The overly enthusiastic teenager yelled before starting the ride.

The ride started out slow, but eventually, it got faster and faster, and Virgil’s thin body was pressed up against Logan’s side. Virgil places his hand in Logan’s and squeezed. Although Virgil is having fun, he’s also terrified. Logan grazed his thumb over Virgil’s in a slow and comforting pattern.

After the Scrambler they went on the Scat, then the Tilt-A-Whirl and Virgil had to sit down on a bench just to keep himself from throwing up. 

“Are you having fun?” Logan asked as he sat down next to Virgil.

“Yeah, thank you so much,” Virgil said as he laid his head on Logan’s shoulder. Logan put his arm around Virgil’s shoulders. “We should go to the lake.” The lake is known to be a go-to make out place for delinquent teenagers.

“Sounds like a plan.”

They were quiet the entire car ride, and once they reached the destination they sat in the car and watched the geese flocking around.

Virgil unbuckled his seat belt and looked over to Logan, who smiled back. Logan unbuckled his seat belt while keeping his eyes on Virgil. 

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Logan said.

“Thanks.” Virgil covered his blushing face with his hands. Logan gently took Logan’s hands away from his face.

“You’re cute when you blush.”

“Stop, you’re making me blush more.”

Virgil climbed into Logan’s lap and sat with his legs on either side of him, which was a little uncomfortable since they’re in a car. They’re so close that Logan can feel Virgil’s warm breath on his face.

Logan sets his hands on Virgil’s hips, and Virgil gently places his hands on the sides of Logan’s face. Virgil leans in but stops a centimeter from Logan’s face.

“Logan Woods, you are such a kind and caring person.”

Logan started to dig his fingers into Virgil’s hips.

“Fuck, Logan,” Virgil whimpered.

Logan closed the gap between them. The kiss is soft at first, and Virgil can tell that this is Logan’s first kiss. Even though Virgil is extremely submissive, he leads the kiss. He slightly grinds on Logan as he deepens the kiss. Logan releases a small moan and snaked his arms around Virgil. 

They are now chest-to-chest, breathing heavily as they take their lips off of each other.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” Logan admitted.

“Couldn’t have been that long, we only met two weeks ago.”

“That was my first kiss.”

“I know.”

Virgil placed sloppily kissed on Logan’s neck, and it takes everything in Logan not to release a loud moan. Instead, he releases a quiet and breathy one. Virgil leaned back and grazed his thumb along Logan’s bottom lip. 

“How can one man be so damn beautiful?” Virgil asked, and Logan smiled.

Virgil put his hands on Logan’s shoulders and leaned in for another kiss. This kiss is passionate and heavy. Their hands roamed each other's bodies, which caused a lot of cute little noises to rupture from the two men.

The parted once again and sat there and breathed heavily before Logan said, “we should go to my house.���

Here are videos of the rides in action:

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Next Chapter (Coming June 17th, 2018)

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3,5,9 salty otp ask for bnha!

Yay!

3: Have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion? Not yet, but I also haven’t followed very many related blogs at the current time. The majority of my dash is still OsoSan which is nice, and I would like to follow more folks who are into Hero Academia, but it seems like most of the active self insert blogs are run by underage people. Theres nothing wrong with that in and of itself, mind you, but when my interests lean more towards the smutty variety I’m really looking for experienced content creators - whether that be art or writing. That is to say, most of the blogs I’ve seen circulating around bring nothing to the table for me and I have absolutely zero interest in reading a minors attempt at porn. I’m hoping that as more people get into the series, we can create a sort of niche for adults to be creative with the plethora of characters at our fingertips without anyone losing their minds about it, but rest assured. Nothing will ever compare to the self insert fandom OsoSan has. That was truly a once in a lifetime experience regarding just how much general thirst and content that was being produced but I’m hoping Hero Academia can at least come close to it in the near future! As far as unfollowing people, it would have to be a really shitty opinion to get me to do that since I am such a laid back person but I’m sure theres someone out there who could test my patience. (Sorry that answer got away from me.)

5: Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you? Generally speaking, I try not to let other people ruin things for me simply because I’m capable of forming and maintaining my own opinion, and shipping is no different. Are there pairings I don’t like? Absolutely, there are some I can’t even stand to look at. However, if I like two characters enough to ship them (like in the case of Bakugou/Cammie) then absolutely nothing will ever change my mind about it. The pairing itself could be one giant shit post and I’d still be open about the fact that I liked it. The only real complaint I’ve got concerning shipping in fandom is that, when presented with a large cast of characters such as with Hero Academia, people seem to feel that every single one of them needs to be paired off with someone. It doesn’t matter how unlikely or how much a stretch it is, but rather than just leaving those characters alone, they pair the ‘extras’ together to get them out of the way so they don’t interfere with a ship they actually care about. This practice just kind of blows my mind in that I don’t understand why they can’t just be single in the background or even why people can’t ignore them.

9: Most disliked character(s)? Why? So, I know everyone collectively hates Mineta and Endeavor, but thats a post for another time and yeah, he’s a pretty annoying character in the grand scheme of things. But I’ve seen enough anime that his antics don’t bother me too much, by and large I’m mostly numb to the now cliche, ecchi obsessed character trope. Do I think he deserves his spot in Class 1-A? No, and I doubt theres any amount of character development that would ever change the fact that his motivations are simply lacking. Mineta is exactly the kind of for-profit hero that Stain talked about and if you think he’s the minority in this world, then you’re wrong. However, I think there is one character I dislike even more than him - and I don’t know what kind of fan presence she has, so I might be putting myself on the chopping block here but I just really, really can’t stand Mei. Overall, she’s annoying, the way she speaks in the anime sounds nasally and off, and I’m not a fan of her design. I also think that, for a character whose supposedly filling the important role of Deku’s tech support, she doesn’t really do much for the story. I don’t think this is an issue with Horikoshi forgetting about side characters because even when she does show up, she’s just screaming about her ‘babies’ and shoving gadgets into peoples faces. At her core, she’s a one dimensional character with a singularly obsessive personality and at this point any sort of development in that regard would come off as forced. She lives, eats and breathes for her inventions and I just find her overall character to be quite obnoxious.

[dc-x-readers]

Love Hate Love (Leonard Snart x Reader)

Trigger Warnings: Smutty scenes, swearing, and some serious hate, both from yourself and from others

Being apart of the Legends Team was difficult. The constant feeling of looking over your shoulder and for Vandal Savage made you jumpy and antsy. It didn’t help that your team was incredibly angry with you, you had let Vandal go. They didn’t know why, they hadn’t asked, they just looked at you with disappointment every time you were mentioned.

The only one who treated you no different then before was Leonard Snart, he still looked at you with loathing in his eyes. You never thought that you would be happy to have someone hate you, but you were thankful for the sense of normalcy.

Today you were in the 50’s and the team was getting ready to find Savage again. When you reached the common area of the waverider everyone turned to stare at you. You looked down at yourself, a cotton candy poodle skirt matched with a silky blouse, you would fit in perfectly in this time era. Still the team’s eyes were scrutinizing and you wanted to run and hide at their mean glares.

“You’re not coming with us.” Ray finally said after a minute of silence, his voice was quiet and you could tell he felt bad about his words. That didn’t stop you from feeling like you were getting torn apart from the inside out.

“I can help.” You countered, keeping your voice calm even though you wanted to scream and cry.

The team shifted at your response. Stein and Jax both wouldn’t meet your eyes. Ray became very interested in his tech, Kendra and Carter suddenly thought that their weapons needed cleaning. Even ever honest and gruff Mick was silent in response. It was Sara who answered you with a sharp tongue and her hands balled into fists, “We can’t trust you Y/N. Not after you let Savage go.”

You bit your lips to keep from screaming. Don’t they know? Don’t they understand you only let Savage go in order to save them.

“Fine!” You shouted rather childishly and turned on you heels towards the cargo room where you knew Mick kept his secret stash of beer. No one stopped you, and you didn’t expect anyone to come after you. In that moment you weren’t sure whether you wanted to scream or punch something.

The cargo room was quiet and empty, the two things you needed the most in that moment. You found the cooler filled with beers that were reserved for Mick Rory. You fished out a cold bottle and popped the cap off before you could even think about what you were doing.

Sighing you sat on one of the dark metal crates and took a long sip of the bitter beer, enjoying the slight burn as it ran down your throat. You needed something stronger, but the beer would have to do for now.

You went through four bottles before anyone came for you, you knew most of the team was off ship, exploring the 50s so you had no idea who could be walking closer and closer to the cargo bay. If you weren’t buzzed maybe you would stand up and get ready to fight off the person coming towards you. You were so upset in the moment you didn’t even care if it was Vandal Savage himself here to threaten your family again.

You weren’t so lucky, because when the door slid open there was none other than Leonard Snart, the man you hated almost as much as Savage.

“Drinking another man’s beer princess? That’s never a good idea.” He smirked. You didn’t respond, just took another long swig from the bottle.

“What are you doing in here?” Leonard said after an extended period of silence. He walked closer to you, and you stopped drinking for a minute to examine the man before you. He wore his usual parka and a twisted smirk crossed his face. You wanted to slap that expression off his face, badly.

“I’m getting drunk.” You answered darkly.

Leonard looked at you in surprise, you were always so sweet and innocent that the tone took him by surprise. He always say you as a fragile doll that would break in this life; hence the nickname Princess. He never expected that you could be a bit of a rebel. Leonard didn’t say anything he just reached into the cooler to pull out a beer.

In no time he caught up to you, and the two of you were pretty sloppy drunk when Leonard finally asked what the reason for the drunkenness. You didn’t answer instead you leaned forward and crashed your lips onto his.

He was understandably surprised by the assault on his lips, his hands were raised and he didn’t touch you, you leaned back and whispered. “I need a distraction Snart. Think you are up for it?”

Leonard didn’t need to be told twice, he was good at sex, he liked sex, and he could make you scream. He could tear you apart and watch you tick, he could mark you and bruise you. He could do anything you wanted. And what you wanted now was a distraction.

The hate sex was a blur, one second you were kissing, the next he was fucking you against the cargo boxes. The two of you didn’t look at each other while it was happening, it wasn’t personal, and neither of you wanted it that way, it was just to blow off steam.

The haze of lust lasted about thirty minutes before the both of you were spent, it was a the drunkenness that finished you off so quickly, and you assumed that it was the same for him. Without a word you dressed and started back to your room, the drunken haze still over your body, but before you left the cargo room you turned around and faced the completely naked Snart, “This doesn’t change anything between us.”

Snart smirked, “Never said it would. I still hate you, even if you are a good lay.”

You rolled your eyes and left the cargo room to return to your quarters, you knew you would have a huge hangover tomorrow.

Over the next four months things didn’t get better with your team, they still didn’t trust you after how you let Savage go, and you stopped trying to gain their trust back, it was a lost cause.  You and Leonard weren’t much better than you had been before, you still hated each other and spit hateful words at each other, the only thing that changed was almost every night you two you hook up in a hate filled stupor. You had already decided that tomorrow you would get off the ship since it was docked in 2016 for awhile, you wouldn’t be coming back.

It was happening again tonight, you were riding on top of Leonard, trying to take your hate out on the man in front of you. Leonard however was not one to let you be dominate, so he flipped you so you were on your back, he he thrust into you so hard your moans echoed the small quarters.

It was then that you heard it, “I love you Y/N.” he whispered, and you weren’t sure if you were supposed to hear it, but you did.

Your eyes widened and you pushed Len off of you, he looked surprised at your outburst, but quickly got back, not wanting anything between the two of you to be non consensual.

“What? What’s wrong?” Leonard asked eyes wide with fear. The last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt you.

“You said this wouldn’t change anything between us.” You spoke slowly, wrapping your arms around your knees.

Leonard stared at you, before understanding what happened, you had heard him. The he too sat on your bed, next to you, but so you weren’t touching. You didn’t look up at him, and he did not speak for a moment, letting you process what he had said.

“You are a jerk, you know that right?” You finally said, tears in your eyes, you wanted him to hate you. If he hated you like the rest of the crew did that made your leaving so much easier. You didn’t want to regret your decision, but with this news, you didn’t know what you wanted to do.

“Don’t most girls want to be loved?” Leonard asked in response, and you almost laughed at the question. How stupid could one man be?

“Leonard I can’t- I-” You started, but you trailed off. You didn’t want to tell him you were leaving, not now, not after what he said.

You felt stupid fat tears well in your eyes, and you wanted to hit yourself. Why were you crying? You didn’t love him, you were using him for a distraction, as hate sex, nothing else. Right?

“You don’t have to say it back, I just- I’ve loved you for a long time now. So now you know.” Leonard smiled, mistaking your stuttering crying mess as an attempt to force a love confession. If only he knew.

“I want to go to sleep.” You finally said, and Leonard smiled before putting on his pants, and stepping out the door to your room. Leaving you alone in the dark.

You cried for a little while before steeling your resolve. The confession changed nothing, you couldn’t stay here anymore, you needed some time away, to think. Shoving your clothes into a bag you quickly dressed and wrote a note.

It didn’t matter if Len loved you.

It didn’t matter if you loved him.

All that mattered was your team couldn’t face you anymore and you were tired of it. Gideon opened the door for you, and you took a moment to look around the wave rider, the place that had become your temporary home for the past months. This was good bye.

[shyyynobi]

Lone Wolf

Prompt: Lone WolfPairing: TobiSaku
Rating: M
Requested by: 

sunrises6….Well somehow, and I’m not sure how but this became rather smutty. Tasteful smut? I’m not even sure if this is what the requester wanted but my mind does things sometimes. My description does say NSFW, so most of my writing is usually on the more mature side of things. Idk what this is, but it seemed to fit the prompt and I like the end result.

                                                                  xox

        The loneliness never bothered him.

The dreary weather, long days and even longer nights were something he was accustomed to. The days he spent nuzzled in the trenches of his village seemed fabricated by now -- like a hazy memory where a blissful happiness felt sinful.

Did he have a purpose?

He couldn’t say he did.

After the death of his family, he couldn’t remain stagnant.

His brother pleaded with him to stay, they could fix the village, together. Hashirama had always been content with their village, he never saw the beauty in traveling — in boarding ships that crossed seas to exotic deserts and forests.

Tobirama, however — didn’t have any ties to that village. The faux piece of land that tethered him to a “home.” Once, when he had a family and a betrothed — he felt content with a full heart in defending the walls of their village.

After their homes had been raided, he couldn’t walk through the streets and farmland without thinking about his lost love, his brother’s, and parents that he couldn’t protect.

So, he supposed he did have a purpose now — protecting those that were too weak to protect themselves. Rather cliché work, but he took comfort in knowing he saved lives. A heroes meta.

His white hair glimmered under the crescent moon, the long, rearing cry of wolves in the distance echoed around the lake. Their songs were comforting to him, it tied him to reality. Were they lost? A pack of wolves would always be better than one.

Tobirama washed off his hakama in the water — the only source of light emanated from the dimly lit moon, even the stars decided to stay hidden tonight in fear of the lone wolf stalking the woods nearby. He didn’t mind the darkness, red eyes pierced through the shadows for any remnants of life — but only the sound of the water splashing on the shore confirmed his loneliness.

The blood washed off of his clothing, it would be a good time to bathe while he was here. It was no hot spring, but in these vast foyers of sacred woods with rocky terrain it would be difficult to find such an accommodation. Still, it had been a few weeks since he had last seen a village — by now he should be reaching Twin Peaks, and the trodden roads within the woods indicated that at the very least this lake sat nearby a trade route.

It took time to set up camp, but he set himself up near the lake, knowing it would be better to press his back to the lake than open the possibility of being found sleeping unawares in the blanketed trees.

The summer months provided a new warmth that settled over the lands, and although he preferred the winter months — summer always reminded him of the days with his family within his village.

Hours later, the sound of a soft, innocent laughter sprinkled itself over his sleep.

The lone warrior woke with a start, grabbing his katana by his side sparingly.

The sound of water splashing startled him and he lifted himself off of the ground, aware of the body playing around in the water in what he could assume was only twenty feet away from him. Covered by a musket of plants and bushes by the shore, he crept low enough to keep himself covered.

The moon hung high over the long hours of the night, reflecting off of the lake.

And to the lone wolf’s astonishment, a young woman played around in the water.

Bare as the day she was born, her breasts bounced playfully as she submerged herself in the water and reappeared, happily lazing around in the cool water. From here, he had ample view of the long tresses of inexplainable silvery-pink hair and the soft expanse of her stomach that led to a soft patch of pink curls at the juncture of her thighs.

He was no stranger to the female body.

But with the water droplets glistening off of her skin, Tobirama had to calm himself from the sudden thought that he hadn’t lain or seen a woman naked in well over two years.

His hakama felt painfully tight.

The white wolf watched her curiously play in the water.

Were there others? 

From the looks of it she seemed to be alone, which was odd for a young woman to be this far out from her village at these hours of night without supervision. Which was concerning considering the fact that wolves and preying men would love nothing more than to steal her from the water and keep her for themselves.

She sunk beneath the water then and disappeared. He stayed planted in his seat, ignoring how much of a lech he looked like, peering at her from beyond the bushes. When a few minutes passed by without her bob of pink hair surfacing, he started to move forward — thinking she somehow got stuck at the bottom of the deceiving lake.

Just as he moved past the brush, the magnetic woman reappeared from the water and blinked back the water from her eyes — which he now noticed were a deep, enchanting color of viridian. Like the treetops after a fresh blanket of snow, they reflected the light of the moon while remaining their ecstatic green.

He never felt nervous — not in battle, not when meeting the crowds that greeted him after a successful mission, not when he saw the edges of death.

Yet now, the lone wolf felt like his chest might implode when the woman laid eyes on him at the bank of the lake.

With the curious tilt of her head, she didn’t cover herself — nor did she freak out by the man that was unassumingly staring at her. She should have screamed, should have covered herself, should have worried that he might do something to her that he couldn’t promise he could control.

Instead, she smiled softly.

“You finally decided to join me,” she called out to him playfully.

Little confused him, but this girl was quickly becoming an enigma.

He didn’t say anything, but instead watched her lean back in the water with that bright smile, “I knew you were watching from beyond the brush — I was wondering what it would take to get you to come out.”

His eyes narrowed, “so you faked drowning to get me out here?”

The woman peered at him innocently, “I don’t recall doing such a thing, all I did was try and reach the bottom of the lake.”

Her voice lulled the syllables of her words, he could easily envision her singing to children in her free time with the sweetness conveyed in her words, “—you looked rather peaceful sleeping over there, sorry if I woke you — I enjoy coming out here for a swim every so often.”

She knew he had been here?

“You live near here?” he called out to her, finding himself inclined to learn more.

The mysterious woman motioned towards the woods, “I grew up in these woods — our village is only a mile or so from here.”

“You come out here by yourself? Don’t you know how dangerous it is for a beau—“ he paused, clearing his throat, “for a woman to be out here alone?”

She smirked, pouty lips twisting upwards, “of course I do. Although I hope your speaking for yourself considering you watched me through the bushes, Sir.”

A sharp tongue.

Tobirama could feel himself slowly eb on the edge of embarrassment, “—I wasn’t.”

“I don’t mind,” she interrupted, “I figure you’re a good man.”

He glanced at the way she waded through the water, slowly coming closer to the edge until her feet hit the bottom and she emerged halfway, nothing but the water covering her lower half, “and why do you figure that?” he murmured huskily — finding himself entranced by this strangely exotic looking woman.

“If you weren't a good man you wouldn’t have tried to save me thinking I was drowning,” she stated as if it were common sense.

The water rolled down the expanse of her pretty face, down the length of her slim neck, trailing down her skin until the droplets rolled off pert nipples. He didn’t normally oggle at women, nor did he ever feel inclined to chase after them and use their bodies.

“Are you coming in or not?” she murmured silkily, that doting, playful smile on her face.

He glanced around, halfway wondering if this were a trap of some sort.

Deciphering that no — there was nobody around to steal the small assortment of his camp. Still, there was a scent of her genuine nature standing between them, compelling him to move forward.

Deciding that he would give in to the pink haired siren before him — he set his katana down at the foot of the shore and began undoing his hakama. When the material fell at his feet, he traced the way her eyes sized him up and she gently bit her lip.

He reached her within seconds, tugging her into the water with a playful yelp. 
When they emerged from the water, he stared into the expanse of her wide sea green eyes, her smaller body fitting into his sizable frame perfectly amongst the lapping waves of the lake, “—what’s your name?” he had to know.

The young woman traced her fingers up his side, weaving along the lines of his jagged scars and abdomen, causing goosebumps to kiss his skin, “—Sakura.”

Under the moonlight, they spent hours playing in the water and learning about one another, when they found their way to the shore and he rolled his hips against hers, the soft way she mewled beneath him, tilting her head back and he bit at her neck, exploring the expanse of her body to fit with his own.

They came together, hard and fast — her soft cries consumed by his mouth as he grunted his release inside of her, lost in the feeling of her body.

They fell asleep together at his camp, clothes foregone. 

The morning arrived at the peak of the distance mountains, the birds chirped their lovely songs — and he woke to see that Sakura was missing, the spot where she had fallen asleep pressed against him vacant. All of his belongings were neatly organized beside him, but she was gone. 

For years now he welcomed the stone walled silence. Welcomed the thought of being alone. Forewent the attachment that only led to a path of pain. 



With her sudden absence, he decided then that perhaps the loneliness did bother him.

[oingoz]

so i totally made a frerard reclist. i enjoyed reading every single fic on here, it was just a matter of putting them all together in one place, which i’ve finally done! what to heck! so real quick, here’s a few notes:

- i am a gigantic bottom frank stan and therefore there is NO exclusively top frank fic on this list. actually, there’s only four that have frank topping at all, but even then gerard’s definitely the Main Top - long fics and oneshots combined, there’s a total of 87 recs on here, woo wee - the long fics have essentially been ordered from most favorite to least - the oneshots, listed below the long fics, have been sorted into categories rather than ordered based on how much i liked them. also i didn’t put descriptions on them as i did for the long fics

aaand that said, here’s the recs:

LONG FICS

✰ The Anatomy of a Fall [ 107k ] The unholy union of a high school AU and a ghost story. Gerard’s the new kid in town and he meets Frank, the strange kid who lives in the woods. This has gotta be my favorite fic ever… my love.

✰ Unholyverse series [ 177k ] Religion! Horror! Exorcisms! Piercings! And Gerard is a priest. SO brilliant, it is an actual masterpiece.

✰ Between The Wish And The Thing [ 23k ] Gerard has been in love with his best friend and bandmate for years. It’s basically nonstop domestic cuteness??? Your heart will melt???

✰ King and Country [ 52k ] Frank hasn’t really been a stable boy since he ended up in the archduke’s bed, but now Gerard’s exile is over and he’s king. Listen it’s an established relationship BUT don’t let this deter you as the author does tell how they got together- what I’m trying to say is, it’s a complete love story and they absolutely adore each other. Read it.

✰ Paris!Verse [ 43k ] They meet at Mikey and Alicia’s wedding and then fall in love in Paris. I really, really, really loved this fic.

✰ Promises, Promises [ 26k ] Gerard kidnaps Frank. A Stockholm syndrome fic with a fair amount of violence and dubious consent. If this doesn’t bother you though, I’d highly recommend it.

✰ Ain’t Nobody Gonna Love You Like The Devil Do [ 40k ] Frank is a good, God-fearing Catholic boy, and then Gerard happens. Essentially, Frank falls in love with a rebellious Gerard and it’s absolutely fantastic.

✰ To Cast Turpentine Kisses [ 22k ] (must be logged in to read!) And the subbiest Frank fic of them all is a not!fic. Frank is a student and Gerard is his teacher. What a blast, oh my GOD.

✰ Can Never Wrong This Right [ 23k ] It’s 1949 and Dr. Way is a professor of Archeology and Frank is his constantly exasperated (and secretly pining) assistant. Two words: soul bonding. Read it.

✰ Strange Steps [ 33k ] Gerard likes: A) popular Frank, and B) dancing. Everything’s chill until those two things are brought together when Frank suddenly needs dance lessons. Everyone loves a nice high school AU, right??

✰ In Repair [ 33k ] In which Frank has the hots for Gerard The Robot. This fic is chock full of things that are guaranteed to make your heart happy, I promise you that Gerard being a robot isn’t a burden in the slightest.

✰ Conclusions [ 49k ] Gerard moves in with Frank, and cozy domesticity and pining blossoms. Bexless never fails to please.

✰ He Was A Teenage Werewolf [ 45k ] Gerard is transfered to Queen Of Peace, a Catholic school, where he meets a weird kid named Frank. Another great high school AU except one of them’s a werewolf. (Don’t get deterred if werewolves aren’t your thing, it’s not even confronted until halfway through the fic.)

✰ Hearts Warmer than the Ice Keeping the Spinach Lasagna Cold [ 19k ] Gerard is in love with the punk boy who works in the deli department ♥️

✰ Becoming Joan [ 35k ] A complicated situation leads to Frank having to dress up as a girl. It would be bothersome except, he’s kinda totally alright with it…. Totally not what I was expecting based off of the fic’s original summary, it’s so good!!! Read it!!!

✰ Variations on a Fugue [ 36k ] An Early Edwardian AU. Frank Iero is a young nobleman currently living with his parents in the Lake District, where he plans on leading a quiet life away from London and its temptations. However, temptation moves into his neighbourhood in the face of one Gerard Way. Involves old-timey dialogue, soul melting intimacy, and a line that I’ve thought about everyday since I’ve read it.

✰ On the Midtown Direct [ 22k ] A love story, one train ride at a time. Just thinking about it makes me want to go read it again, it’s so precious.

✰ Buy Handmade [ 18k ] Gerard has an Etsy page and Frank works in a bakery. Mega cute.

✰ When We’re Both Thirty [ 84k ] They had agreed to use each other as a backup plan. If, by the time they both reached their thirtieth year, they hadn’t found someone to marry, they’d marry each other. They had thirty days left……. So maybe the concept is unrealistic and the fic is a bit long-winded BUT I think it’s completely worth it, there’s several scenes that are just Too Good, trust me.

✰ Moth to Flame (or whatever) [ 31k ] Frank owns a flower shop and Gerard likes to frequent it. Frank’s so soft in this fic, he loves his flowers and does yoga and !!!!!! you will love him.

✰ Catholic!Frank and Artist!Gerard Not!Fic [ 21k ] Frank starts to like Gerard a little too much and his faith is challenged because of it. Also he owns a vegan restaurant and Gabe takes a fancy to Mikey. A fun read!!!

✰ Professional Healers [ 34k ] In which Frank is a pediatrician and Gerard is his patient’s father. This is such a feel good fic, I love it so much.

✰ 24 Frames Per Second [ 79k ] The 1984-Movie!AU: everyone works at the Belleville Film Palace. This fic is angsty but I- normally not fond of angst- really enjoyed this because it’s so unique and realistic and, most importantly, they love each other a whole lot! It’s really good, I promise.

✰ Companion [ 33k ] A workplace AU full of cutesy domestic fluff!!!

✰ We Each Play The Part Written For Us [ 27k ] Gerard’s had a crush on Frank since forever and Frank’s only just now getting around to returning those feelings….. That’s the gist of it but it’s not as angsty as it sounds, it’s actually super sweet.

✰ Black Market Blood [ 16k ] Frank has a crush on Gerard The Vampire. They’re both sweethearts in this omg.

✰ Distance in the Afterlife [ 15k ] Gerard comes out during Projekt Revolution and drama ensues.

✰ Public Enemy [ 21k ] In 1932, Gerard Way has been making a name for himself robbing banks up and down New Jersey. Frank Iero, analyst for J. Edgar Hoover’s Division of Investigation, is determined to catch him. Good good stuff.

✰ sing it for the n00bs [ 17k ] Gamer AU, wherein the Danger Days universe is an MMORPG. Frank has a strange way of going about winning Gerard’s affections.

✰ A World So Small [ 31k ] Victorian AU. When Frank is advised by his doctors to leave London for the country, he makes arrangements to stay with his friend, Michael. What Frank has no idea of at the time is that Michael has an older brother, whose presence in the house he conceals. So so intimate and sweet. I really do have a soft spot for historical AUs.

✰ Under the Hide of Me [ 18k ] Prohibition in New Jersey means mob bosses and bootleggers running hooch up and down the shore and into the city. Gerard, Mikey, and Ray are running an operation for the Capo Maranzano, but when rival factions are trying to take over the business, Frank Iero, from a prominent Mob family, is sent to them as their new driver. Also the Ways and Ray are werewolves. This was a good read, Gerard’s a major alpha.

✰ Five Times Gerard Pays for it and One Time He Doesn’t [ 22k ] A rentboy fic wherein Gerard (the customer) falls for Frank (the service-provider) and can’t figure out how to go from paying-for-sex to “dating” or if that’s even possible. A great read.

✰ Cover To Cover [ 32k ] Frank is fine until Gerard opens his large branch of Way Books & Café down the street, putting his small bookshop in danger. He basically hates Gerard because of it. Except, Frank doesn’t know that coffeeaddict, the anonymous guy he’s falling in love with over the internet, is actually Gerard himself. I was hesitant, at first, going into this one because they’re both in relationships at the start of the story, but reading this totally paid off because it’s so good. There’s a scene in particular that was so precious, I got emotional..,.,.. good stuff!

✰ What Ships Are For [ 22k ] Gerard is most concerned when he finds that, while away at university, his father has taken in a new ward of his own brother’s age. But upon his return home, he finds the young man to be particularly enchanting. Includes old-timey dialogue and a whole bunch of pining.

✰ Break The Walls (And Kill Us All) [ 27k ] Frank owns an antique store, but he’s not very good at it. About the only thing he IS good at is having a crush on his best customer. And housing ghosts in his shop, apparently.

✰ Thing-Thing [ 43k ] When Gerard signed the admissions paperwork for the Fordhaven School for Boys, he knew he was signing up for four years of sexual frustration. No one was gay at Fordhaven. In his senior year, though, this stupid gay freshman disproves Fordhaven’s straightness, and throws Gerard’s entire world off-kilter. (Includes a fair amount of underage drinking/drug usage.)

✰ Chimerical Romantics [ 22k ] A 19th century love story. If you're into beautifully written historical AUs, then this is for you ;)

✰ I’m Not On Desolation Row series [ 21k ] Desolation Row!Gerard meets I’m Not Okay!Frank at an illegal show in New York on Halloween. Frank’s such a twink in this, not even in a smutty way, he just has a twinky personality and it’s great.

✰ Love and Other Cliches [ 28k ] Bob Bryar is Gerard’s guardian; he is also a witch. When it becomes obvious that Gerard and Frank are hopelessly, silently in love with each other, Bob finds himself on a mission to get them together. But when nothing seems to be working, he resorts to real spellwork, and now Frank and Gerard are stuck in a romance novel with only one way out.

✰ Is It Enough to Have Some Love? [ 15k ] Frank and Gerard used to be best friends before Gerard decided to leave the little town they lived in and study art in New York. Four years later, he comes back to live at his parents’ house. He’s not Frank’s friend now, he’s not even the old Gerard anymore - he’s someone new and strange and when Frank gives in and starts spending time with him again, he realizes they might never be friends again. But they might be something else… This is kind of like friends to enemies to friends to lovers?? It’s cute.

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ONESHOTS *(note: fics marked with a heart emoji are Big Faves)

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bottomy bottom frank!

✰ Showers and Sexts [ 9.3k ] (alright i’ve just gotta say, this is probably my favorite oneshot Ever??? they love each other so much,) 💕

✰ In The Music Of Time [ 12.9k ] (okay and one more comment, this one’s a TRIP omg) 💕

✰ Curriculum [ 7.6k ]

✰ Kings Harlot [ 8k ] 💕

✰ As Mine See It [ 2.4k ]

✰ a story about two boys (hope is all we’ve got) [ 4.4k ]

✰ Only for You [ 3k ]

✰ I’m Yours (the Valentine’s Day fic) [ 4.8k ] 💕

✰ Cross My Heart [ 2.2k ]

✰ Veins Are Red, Veins Are Blue [ 8.4k ]

✰ Full Moon [ 4.8k ]

✰ The Neighbor [ 4k? ] 💕

✰ Even a Father Has Sins to Confess [ 9.2k ] 💕

✰ You Want A Ride, Cowboy? [ 5.4k ]

✰ forgiveness [ 2.6k ]

✰ the penitence ball [ 4.6k ]

regular get-together AUs (aka everything’s basically normal except mcr doesn’t exist)

✰ Falling For You [ 6k ]

✰ Crazy Mad For Him [ 7.3k ]

✰ Static [ 8.5k ] 💕

✰ Breathe on your neck, make knots with our fingers [ 8k ]




✰ I Know What It Means To Me [ 9.1k ]

✰ By the Book [ 10.5k ]

✰ Food For Thought [ 8.6k ]

✰ Pulse [ 9k ]

✰ Life as a Symptom [ 10.8k ]

teen AUs

✰ Difficulty to Concentrate [ 6.8k ] 💕

✰ Not Friends [ 671 ] 💕

✰ And the wonders you can do [ 2.8k ]

✰ When You’re a Boy [ 3.9k ]

✰ Kerplunk! [ 4.2k ]

✰ This Is Us [ 3k? ] 💕

✰ I’ve got the cure you’re thinkin’ [ 3k ]

✰ Crayon Hearts and Trembling Hands [ 1.7k ]

✰ Cigarette Smoke and Strawberries [ 5k? ]

bandfics (aka mcr does exist)

✰ I’ve Got Friends in Closed Spaces [ 4.2k ]

✰ Sucker Bet [ 2.7k ]

✰ Mind The Gap Between The Train And The Platform [ 8k ]

✰ Sunday Best [ 6.9k ]

✰ A Necessary Requirement [ 3.8k ]

fluffy PWPs

✰ Then Came You [ 1k ]

✰ A Soft Radiance [ 2.6k ] 💕

✰ The Dazzling Lances of Our Love [ 1.6k ]

misc. AUs

✰ Mixed Bathing At Home [ 7.1k ]

✰ Roses Are See-Through [ 6.7k ]

✰ you probably couldn’t see for the lights [ 3.2k ]

✰ And The Autumn Moon Is Bright [ 10k ]

the end :)