#this fic wont be super long (i hope) I really just wanna write them being gay af

[magicstormfrostfire]

❄Art!Slave❄

(A new fanfic I'm making and super excited to start on!)

Silver the hedgehog is a struggling artist who has finally found his passion. For the past two years, he's secretly been making a living by creating art and merch of ChillyHogs A.K.A Sonic the hedgehog; one of the most famous streamers in the world. By a twist of fate, Silver ends up meeting the internet star in person and wants to make a good first impression. But to his surprise, Sonic already knows who he is. And things don't exactly go as planned...

[blkkizzat]

ty for tag remi pookies! ❤

• started writing ?

in my ff.net days. hmm when i was super young like 2012? lol ive only written bits and pieces of things and quit for like years at a time. this is actually my longest stint writing consistently lol.

• started blogging ?

i used to be obsessed with working out and keto/paleo so i had a fitspo blog which had a crazy amount of follower, thank god that blog is now archived lol. but i was casually reading jjk fanfics on here from like may 2023 to aug 2023 when i decided to make my own blog and start writing!

• followers ?

5.1k, and honestly many more than i deserve for being such a slow writer and for not writing at least 3 of the 9 months ive had this blog due to school/illness/travel. i edit ALOT and rework fics 10x over so i really appreciate all the positive feedback and support my work does get especially since it skews longer (5k to me is a short fic LOL) and i be spending 30-40hrs+ on fics. i know people like reading shorter things but i never feel like my shorter works are as good as my longer ones (i really have to be in a mood to write something under 1k). so it means even more that so many of y'all do read the long-winded shit i put out. thats why i always try to respond back to every comment and answer every ask cause i want y'all to know how much i appreciate it!

• communication ?

i will honestly talk to anyone and everyone! i prefer discord but like chatting on here too. i will drop by others asks and i love getting asks and talking to anons. i hope no one ever feels too intimidated to talk to me cause im just a loser pervert dork like otaku!gojo lmfao.

• likes ?

i appreciate the likes but i love the comments and reblogs with tags, those really keep me going. you dont even have to say anything profound just "i liked this alot" and i would squirt with joy istg lmfao.

• requests ?

are currently closed. im such a slow writer that i closed them at the beginning of the month with a goal to get through the 20 or so I have by the end of the year LOL! But i love hearing your ideas, if you wanna send me ideas or just chat about a headcanon you have feel free! im always down to share thoughts.

• writing ?

writing has always come easy for me in the sense of i have a huge imagination. something pos that comes from my dissociative daydreaming lol, it really puts me in the space of the characters/world and ideas just flow. once i just started writing about my daydreams and stopped looking for "plots" the ideas just wont stop coming! i wish i were a faster writer because sometimes i feel like imma burst if i dont get something typed out lol. they nag me in the back of my head lol.

i am working on techniques to become faster though (mostly cause i sometimes i over edit) like just writing without reworking sentences or pausing to think of better adjectives and being ok with being repetitive until its time to edit.

• fics you’re proud of ?

a bumpy ride - ok this is my most popular fic lol but thats not why im proud of it, it was my first time in ages writing 'crack'/humor. People telling me they laughed from my writing is such a huge compliment omfg. like im not funny y'all im just crazy, i swear lmfaoooo.

ghostface!choso, because it was my first time writing horror and writing for choso. i wasn't sure if i could do it tbh. it took me out of my comfort zone but i really liked the end product and like im obsessed with killer choso now lmfao.

plug!choso, hello?!!? i can write angst?? i wasnt even intending to istg lmfao it just came out and the story took a life of its own. crazy.

tagging some of my fav writers, no presh ofc: @tonycries @ohimsummer @yuutx @bunny584 @triangularz @bakubunny

@081231 @hoshigray @screampied @ramonathinks @arlerts-angel @nkogneatho

+anyone else bc i know i forgot sum ᥫ᭡

Behind the scenes of a Tumblr Writer - Tag Game

Hey there, I love behind the scenes and since this is something that's rarely talked about, let me start the chain... if you feel uncomfortable with a question, just skip it. You can add some if you want as well.

Started writing: I wrote my first Harry Potter fanfic at age 10. Started posting around 15,16 years old. I'm now 31, so...

Started blogging: I started on a German fanfiction site around 2010/11 I think. Might have been earlier too, but back then I was mostly reading, no posting. I really started when I got into One Direction (very late, tbh)

Followers: Currently at 961, which is wild to me. I don't even know that many people IRL. I convince myself that half of them are bots tbh, so I don't freak out all the time.

Communication: The people I talk to regularly are: a few writers who answered after I constantly reblogged and commented on their works and a few people who commented and reblogged my work. Writing and blogging on here can be pretty lonely, depending on your personality and the time you're active (I'm from Europe and a lot of my followers seem to be living in Northern America, so there's the Timezone thing) ... And I found that the best way to strike a conversation is to reblog, comment, and to not be shy. I do wish I got more asks, though....

Likes: I actually filter them out. I have 793 original posts up at the moment. It doesn't give me anything to know how many likes a fic has other than to tell me which characters are liked more than others or maybe that one fic does especially well. My activity only shows me comments, asks, reblogs with tags, and answers to my own asks. I live for the tags and the comments.

Requests: I love talking to people about ideas. That's how I started the plotbunny game because I have so many ideas and so little time. And sometimes an idea just doesn't want to be written out fully. Requests are fun because YAY, I get some mail... but then I freak out because I don't really know how to write this NOW and then I freak out because it's been a week already, two weeks, wait, two months? I'd rather have suggestions where people tell me vague things like "I'd love to read something about this side character" or "Have you ever considered this character with a soulmate trope"? because then I don't have the feeling of failing the request when I write it a little bit differently.

Writing: I am a fast writer. I know that's one of my talents. I can churn out a oneshot of 1k words in less than an hour. People read slower than I write. That can suck sometimes because you've just posted this and you want to know what people are thinking but they're not as fast as you are. I do have a lot of ideas. I want to write constantly but my brain doesn't always want to. I am trying to respect that.

There are also certain things that I just feel wrong writing. I cannot write anything suggestive (I also don't like reading it) and everything past that gives me panic attacks. I can hardly write mean characters and jealousy feels so wrong to me that I cannot write it. I've also overdone it with the soulmark trope and now I feel like everything I write about it feels lifeless.

I write best in the mornings before going to work, but I don't have much time there. I don't need special music (but it helps), but I need to have at least some energy left and at best, no distractions. But I have been writing for over 20 years, so I will say experience helps a lot.

Tagging: @revasserium @shoulmate @lemurzsquad @screamin-abt-haikyuu @toomanygoldfish @satorisoup @emmyrosee @reverie-starlight @alienaiver and @writingsofanomnivore and everyone else who wants to join

[princeanxious]

Soulmate au fic that I really wanna write where Janus is soulmates with everyone(aka DLAMPR) but soulmates stay the same every lifetime but theres a chance to have multiple soulmates and in rare cases you don’t meet them all in that life before you or your soulmates dies.(especially in janus’s case, for reasons i’ll get into shortly) With each life once you hit a certain age(say somewhere between 19-20) and/or meet your soulmate, you gain the memory of every life you’ve had in the past, specifically the life you lived with your soulmate.(also soulmates arent inherently romantic in this world, and i’ll mention that roman and remus are always inherently platonic soulmates to eachother, and are often born as twins to eachother, and if not, are often always the first meet in their group)

Janus is a very special case, and in their world considered almost an anomaly.

All the information gained in the world is supplied from his soulmates, who at the end of each of their current lives always end up together as a group, though it on average happens pretty early on in their lives, minus janus.

Janus is an anomaly because it seems that he’s dying every lifetime time that he meets one of his soulmates, lost to the world 24 hours after hes come into direct physical contact with the first of his soulmates in that lifetime.

(Check the tags for trigger warnings before reading!)

In the first lifetime, he meets Patton(who, in this life, is not called Patton), a young baker who takes his hand with excitement, the barest brush of skin alone triggering not a memory of a past life, but instead a brilliant feeling of connection, a soul-deep aknowledgement that their souls are brand new, and infact are connected to a whole group of souls. Patton is overtaken by a whole new kind of excitement. Janus matches it, and they plan an outting for the very next morning. Janus does not make it to the outting, succumbing to a stab wound just hours after meeting Patton while on his walk home. Patton meets the rest of their soulmates while waiting for Janus to arrive. They hear about his death a week later.

The in second lifetime, he briefly meets Virgil, theyre 16 and 17 respectively. He doesnt learn much, the brief brush of skin while waiting in a croud for a train, enough to distract him into turning around just enough to meet eyes with Virgil, who had been on a train back to meet the rest of their soulmates, an exclamation of relieved surprise on the tip of Janus’s tongue. And then Jan trips, or someone impatiently shoves at him and he loses his footing, niether of them really know for sure. One moment they feel the euphoria of their souls connecting, the next Virgil feels the bond instantly shatter alongside his heart as he watches Janus disappear under the oncoming train. Virgil spends that lifetime traumatized by his sudden death, guilt ridden in knowing their soulmate’s last lifetime’s death had ended in a similar fashion even in mer secs, and his soul takes on a much more cautious nature from then on.

In the third lifetime, he meets Remus, theyre 18. Remus manages to spend a whole hour with Janus before they touch, and it’s only because Janus talks him out of jumping off a bridge. Remus wasn’t being suicidal, just hyper moridly curious, but Janus didn’t know that. Janus strikes up a conversation with him, its snarky and fun and perfect, and Janus joins him on the railing as they talk. Janus derails Remus from jumping by mentioning that he’s never had sushi, and to Remus this is an afront to living. Remus hops back over to the safe side of the railing, declaring to fix that crisis immediately. Janus laughs and agrees, relaxing visibly. The relaxing is a mistake, as for a single second Janus forgets that hes still in a dangerous position. He slips, his hand missing the railing, Remus only just barely managing to catch his hand in time but he doesnt get a good enough grasp, the spark that triggers their soul connection distracting enough that Janus’s hands slip from Remus’s, and Remus is forced to watch in horror as Janus plummets to his doom. He scrambles to fish Janus out of the river, but they cant revive him, Janus died on impact. Remus doesn’t meet the rest of their soulmates for another three years. He never touches sushi again for the rest of that lifetime

In the forth, Roman is 17, Janus is 18, and Janus actually meets Roman multiple times, knowing full well what his life has in store, neither ever knowing. Roman and Janus are actors for the two main characters for an up and coming movie, and they get along super well. Janus has always worn gloves, scarves, long sleeves and jeans, hoodies, beanies. Its a bit taboo at such a young age, but Janus never seems to mind the controversy and never commets on it, and Roman doesn’t mind either. Janus is infact very withdrawn, and often gives very little input on what his true personality is and so Roman doesn’t push it. Later, he really, really wishes he did. Inevitably, they become closer. But it’s only until after the movie is released that Janus lets his walls down just a little. Somehow, he seems to know that Roman is his soulmate long before theyve actually touched. Somehow, for some reason that they just cant seem to fathom, at the end of a large event for the movie, Janus and Roman are being ushered away from eachother and into seperate cars to avoid an influx of fans for some reason or another, Roman doesn’t remember what. All he remembers is Janus taking a glove off his hand and brushing Roman’s cheek after he wished Roman an odd farewell. Not a see you later, just “Farewell, my Prince.” In perfect sync with a very specific line that Janus’s character had said. Roman is in too much shock by the time he’s in his own car, the past three lifetimes of memory flashing through his head taking just long enough to settle into dread as he realizes. He panics, he tries to get someone to listen, and by god do they try, but no one can get into contact with Janus in time. Janus dies in a freak car crash just minutes after they touched, dead on impact. Roman and his soulmates hold onto this movie for the rest of this lifetime, the last physical record left behind by the soulmate that fate just wont let them meet.

In the fifth, he meets Logan, each at age 21, Logan is a nurse in training, and Janus is a cashier, a college student just starting to work towards getting their law degree. By this point Logan has met all of their soulmates, and they all live in a flat together. Really, these days they all sit in wait, they have a plan amongst themselves, about what to do when they meet Janus, a last resort, a trying attempt to keep him alive just long enough to break that 24 hour threshold, to break the spell, to be able to say they did something to try and save him. So its truely a shame that in this lifetime, Janus is bleeding out from a gunshot wound by the time Logan is able to reach him. Its late at night, the police have been called, but it seems Janus was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and finds himself bleeding out on the tile floor. He doesn’t struggle, he doesn’t panic. When Logan approaches, he instead smiles sadly, and reaches his hand out to Logan. On instinct Logan takes it, just before he processes hearing Janus greet him with “Hello, Soulmate.” In vain, Logan tries to staunch the bleeding, but he’s done all he can do, and they know the real paramedics will be 2 minnutes too late. So they sit there, covered in Janus’s blood at 2 am in the middle of a shoddy convenience store, talking quietly about life and how their soulmates love them. There are tears in Logan’s eyes as Janus smiles sadly, knowingly up at Logan. He reaches his hand up and cradles Logans face, and asks Logan to “never forget to smile, okay?” Logan ends up leaving nursing, his mental health unable to take the soul-deep wound that incapacitates him when surrounded by the call of death.

In their sixth life, his soulmates wait, the group meets at age 23, and feel renewed hope as each month passes that they do not experience another traumatic death in their midst. Around age 30, confusion sets in, the hollow itch of meeting their last soulmate is dulled, almost non existant. They’d believe it gone if they didn’t feel it whisper to them late at night where theyre all gathered together. By the time their 60, the whisper seems to fade, and they slowly mourn the loss of the loved one they never got to have. Janus’s soul infact does not make it to the sixth lifetime, but not for lack of trying. His soulmates don’t want to believe it, waiting for his arrival to the very last of their days in this lifetime and never meeting him, they refuse to voice that they mightve lost Janus for good..

Fate has instead taken hold of his feeble soul, the weakest soul in an already unusually huge soulmate group, his soul only half as strong as it should be to balance fate in each lifetime, and so weak that his soul collapses under the amount of soulpower that reaches out to his own when his soul meets the others, and the fates are agitated by the constant unbalance of what should be their greatest and most intricately created group of soulmates yet. So the fates decided to hold onto his soul for a single lifetime, and spends the years mending and healing and strengthening his soul, practically filling in a full half of his soul, and spending years merging it while still carefully balancing his connection with his soulmates perfectly. The trade off is that the tampering and adjusting of his soul fucks with his soulmate memory trigger. He doesn’t forget, no, but his access to his previous lifetime memories is staggered, and so it takes months before he gets back all of his pevious lifetime memories, leaving the inital soulmate connection actually connecting but not immediately supplying his soul with any information of his own first 5 lives, leaving him blank at the start, though knowing that he and his soulmates soul’s are still older than being a brand new soul without memories, and doesn’t actually have a point in his lifetimes when he his an age and his past lifetime memories come to him, he /has/ to meet his soulmates to trigger those memories. The fates are very particular about him, keen on not providing this group with anymore unnessesary trauma.

So, imagine Janus’s genuine confusion, in his sixth life and his soulmate’s seventh life, at age 23 when he approaches a group at a college party on a whim to chat/flatter/flirt with the infamous Remus Sanders, the local social cryptid who always raises more questions than answers when you talk to him and who, Janus has learned, is a highly entertained arsonist-wannabe, and Janus knows that it’s smart to have contacts, because who knows when he’ll be need of someone who’ll commit arson with him? It just happened to be an hour earlier that Remy had spilled soda on his gloves, so he’s braving this interaction without a safety barrier but he’s heard Remus has all his soulmates already, all four of them to be exact, so he doesnt think he has much of a reason to worry. He manages to slide into the conversation easily, and none of Remus’s soulmates seem bothered by his intrusion, especially when he takes the eccentric way that Remus speaks in stride without even a pause, they just seem exasperated when he sneakily brings up the topic of fire.

Then Remus takes him by the shoulders, grinning at him almost crazily, and states “You. I like you” and, it’s obviously instinctive, the graceful way he laughs and puts a hand on Remus’s to agree, but of course the moment skin touches skin, their souls link and everything sparks. And then Remus shutters, and stares, his jaw going slack but his hands seem to grip Janus tighter. And for a moment, Janus finds it terribly, terribly fitting that he’s soulmates with a filterless pyromaniac, but then he remembers that Remus also has soulmates, and then the panic sets in because, assumably, that makes them his soulmates too.

Imagine Janus’s confusion when instead of being met with joy, he suddenly finds himself tucked carefully yet securely into Remus’s arms, being rocked by a man whose suddenly panicked and almost manically whispering “it’s him, hes here, it’s him.” Any move he makes to pull away even a little is met with a sob, Remus is crying, and Janus is so very confused. He tries to coo and comfort Remus, but each of their other soulmates crowd around them, touching his skin one by one, none of them moving away, his skin is burning from touch starvation, its a lot, its to much, its not enough, it burns.

It takes Janus over an hour, after being shuffled into a corner and placed in another soulmate’s lap, Janus thinks his name is Patton, to come back to himself, and finds his soulmates can’t stop touching him. He, too, feels the zing with each touch, the specific innate and undeniable feeling of ‘soulmate, soulmate, soulmate’ but he feels that hes very specifically out of some kind of loop considering all of his soulmates are crying.

When the fates whisper to them, three hours in, with the words “his soul was weak, we have fixed the issue, he is now yours for life to keep, he will safely continue.”

And while Janus requires quite a bit of catch-up, he feels like nows not the best time to ask. He feels more than sees the collective relief that sweeps through his soulmates, he lets them crowd around him further, touching and holding and assuring themselves and eachother that hes real, hes there, he’s staying alive, hes going to be safe. He tries not to say too much, doesn’t want to step on any sore spots, and finds theres tears in his eyes as well. He just lets himself be passed from lap to lap, and somehow or another they manage to all safely arrive at their joined home, pilling up a pillowfort into the livingroom and putting on a movie. Not once does he leave the hold of at least one soulmate, and finds at least two other hands on his person at a time up until he’s sat in the middle of the pillowfort(after he was allowed to get ready alongside the others for bed. He ends up in an oversized nasa hoodie that belongs to Logan) and the others begin to just, talk about life. Its too early to talk about the extreme protectiveness that theyve all treated him with each second, like hes about to dissapear at any moment. The thought makes him shudder, and he tries not to dwell on it.

Turns out, Virgil has the best idea of the night, suddenly and carefully kissing him, which triggers a bit of a domino effect, where Janus goes gently from soulmate to soulmate and trades kisses and hugs until everyone is breathless and giggling wetly with emotion.

And, when he wakes up the next morning, refusing to leave the warmth that is Roman’s chest and whining when Logan, who’d been acting as his other warm big spoon, start pulling away to start the day. And for the first time in this lifetime, Logan startlingly quickly relents and actually returns to their makeshift bed, pressing closer to Janus in an instant to hear his happy, sleepy hum. None of them get up for hours, and when they finally do, they order takeout, and dont stray far from eachother in the coming days.

Its the start of something new, something beautiful.

Something completely and finally whole.

[lebrookestore]

road not taken anon here, thank you for answering! and it's completely okay, i just really loved the snippet of 'road not taken' the baby and the jokes there, i love your writing and it always makes me _feel_ yknow? i dont even like have a crush on nct dream or smth i just read your fics because the writing makes me in love with them???

idk how but yeah your writing is super good and i wanna be as good as you some day! and it's alright if you're focusing on ' for the record' cause that's also spectacular, i just hope you wont forget about ' road not taken' because i was looking forward of the dynamic in that one :> but its completely fine if you do decide not to write it either! <3

anyway thank you again and love your writing! and enjoy your day :)

P.S: when did you start writing?

hello again! and omg that is possible one of the best compliments I've ever received on this site, i mean, for you to read my fics simply because of my writing? giving you a kiss on the forehead as we speak 💖💖💖 i'm sure you will be even better than me anon😌 and don't worry!!! i have definitely not forgotten about road not taken completely, it's just that in comparison to my other fics it's a bit of a doozy, with a three-act structure that makes it quite a large fic, but i have already mapped out the entire fic!! when i release it, i hope you enjoy it (however ungodly long it might be💀)

as for when i started writing, it's hard to say exactly but I started being really interested in it around the fourth grade, so when i was nine! i started out with writing little kid poems before moving on to writing retellings of fairytales but with a twist in each one of them and gradually found myself drifting to fanfiction in 2020!!!

thank you again for your sweet message lovely<3 enjoy your day as well!!

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Facing Your Fear

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader (no pairing)

Word Count: 1,353

Warnings: mentions of rape (nothing too explicit), being indenial about being raped, angst

Request by @katherine097​: Could you do a fic where Winchesters and the reader are super open with each other and they decide to play truth or dare and it's gone sexual. The reader is lying when they ask her when she lost her V card, but she's a teribble liar. Guys pressure her to say the truth, and it somehow comes out that she hates even thinking about it, because she was pressured, by a guy she bearly knew, to do it (and she did) and people tell her that it was rape, but she wont belive it? End it how u wanna😊 Love u❤

Summary: An innocent game of Truth or Dare turns dark, and you have to either face your fear or keep your past bottled up.

Beta: she wants to remain anonymous

Squares Filled: lucky at cars, unlucky in love for @as-the-saying-goes-bingo​ // force to face fear in @hc-bingo​

Author’s Note: If you have any requests, please send them in!

Feedback the glue that holds my writing together

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Having a night in with your favorite people in the world is the best way to spend a Friday night. The Winchesters just came home from a long hunt, so they deserve a weekend where it’s just you three sitting in the war room and drinking the best alcohol Winchester money can buy. The night is still young, and you don’t want to go to bed just yet.

“How about we play truth or dare,” you grin after taking a swig from your bottle.

“I’m down,” Dean agrees.

“Yeah, okay. You go first, Y/N. It was your idea,” Sam grins.

“Okay, Dean, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Pussy.”

“Hey, starting off easy,” he chuckles.

“Fine. Would you let others die around you before something bad happens to Baby?” you ask with a shit-eating grin.

Dean looks distraught at the question, and the pure fact that he has to think about this is an answer in and of itself. No matter what his answer is, you know it’s yes.

“No,” he finally answers.

“I thought you’re supposed to tell the truth. Isn’t that the rules?” Sam jokes and takes a drink from his bottle.

The game goes on like this—lighthearted, fun, and full of laughs. Not a lot of dates are taken place because it’s too fun to reveal everyone’s secrets. There’s a lot of shit buried that this little game is too happy to uncover. Shit that you never knew about the brothers.

You met them well after they were set in their ways. They actually saved you from a monster not that long ago. You had no family or friends, everyone in your life was either dead or dead to you, and you had nowhere to go. It was Sam’s idea to let you stay with them in the first place. Dean was a bit reserved about the ideas since you had no affiliation with the life they led. However, you proved yourself worthy when you knocked out three books in one hour.

They were gone on a hunt, and to pass the time, you thought it was a good idea to start reading the books they had. A lot of it was very interesting material, and once you picked up a book, you couldn’t put it down. They came home to stacks of books all around you. Sam asked if you had been reading all day, and you just said it was for a couple of hours.

Your reading speed has always been quick since your brain could process about 10,000 words a minute. It was something you’ve been proud of your whole life. Not only that, you remembered what you read even if it’s been years. That’s when the brothers knew having you around wasn't such a bad thing. It was fun living with two grown men because you never knew what each day was going to hold. They both had the mental capacity of a child sometimes, and it thrilled you to be a part of their daily lives.

When they weren’t on a hunt, you were hanging out with them. The game you’re playing now is just one of the few you loved to play. It passes the time like it's flying, especially when alcohol is involved. You’re having such a fun time that you don’t realize the topic of interest. It’s only when Sam asks Dean the question that your heart races from fear.

“At what age did you lose your virginity?” Sam asks with a shit-eating grin.

“14. No 15,” Dean changes his answer.

“Wait, you were that young?” you ask in surprise.

“Yeah. It happened with a senior girl in the science labs after hours. Awkwardest thing I’ve ever experienced, and I don’t even think she came. Had a lot of practice after that, so when we got to do it again, I was prepared,” he laughs.

“Oh my God,” Sam scoffs.

“Really, Sammy? You really want to go there? Tell her when you lost yours.”

“Fine, I will.”

You were really hoping that once Sam answers, they would both laugh and move on with the game. You really didn’t want to tell them how you lost your virginity, much less think about it. You’re not really sure what happened, but everyone else was glad to tell you. It’s the main reason why most of the people in your past life are dead to you. They told you something you clearly didn’t want to hear, and they weren’t especially nice about it.

“It was with Jessica, my college girlfriend.”

“That doesn’t seem so bad,” you shrug.

“Tell her the rest,” Dean smirks.

“I couldn’t…” he trails off and mumbles something you couldn’t quite hear.

“What?”

“He couldn’t get it up,” Dean puts it bluntly.

“Hey, at least I made her come,” Sam barks back.

“What about you, Y/N? When did you lose your virginity?” Dean changes the topic after glaring at his brother.

This is what you are afraid of. Maybe if you lie, then they’ll let it go, and you can move on with the game. Or go to bed—yeah, you like that idea better.

“I was also in high school when it happened,” you say. That’s the only truth you’ll tell of this story. “It was prom night, and my date had done everything right. He was my high school boyfriend, and he took me to dinner before we went. It was just perfect. We got to prom, and it was everything I had ever imagined. Some of the guys had brought alcohol, but we barely had anything to drink. It happened at the prom, you know.”

There, that’s all you’ll say about it. You’re about to get up to finally retire for the night when Dean spoke.

“You’re lying.”

“Dean,” Sam hisses.

“No, I’m not,” you say quickly.

“Yes, you are. You’re usually very blunt. You say things like it is. You never add a lot of detail like you going to dinner beforehand and all that mushy crap. Plus, you go defensive when I accused you of lying.”

Both brothers stared at you with questioning eyes, and you sit back down in defeat. Damn, you really have been living here for a long time. They haven’t known you for a long time, but it’s been long enough for Dean to know when you’re lying.

“Okay, fine, we were drinking a lot more than I let on. Well, he was. I may have been sober. He suggested we go upstairs, but all I wanted to do was hang with my friends. He convinced me otherwise. I didn’t plan on having my virginity taken that night. All I wanted to do was maybe make out, but he had other plans. We were both drunk, so it’s kind of my fault for not stopping it. It’s no big deal. Everyone does it in high school.”

Both Sam and Dean are staring at you with sympathetic eyes, and you know what they’re going to say next. It’s what everyone tells you when you tell them this story. However, what comes out of Sam’s mouth is so blunt that it slaps you in the face.

“Y/N, that’s called rape.”

“And you call me blunt,” Dean rolls his eyes at his brother.

“No, it wasn’t, Sam. We both had too much to drink. We didn’t know what we were doing.”

“Y/N, you just said you were sober.”

“I may have had a few drinks,” you shrug and change your story.

“Even still. He forced himself on—”

“That’s enough, Sam. He didn’t rape me, okay? He was my boyfriend. He loved me! He wouldn’t do that to me! You don’t know what you’re talking about because you weren’t there!”

You get up with a shake of your head. This isn’t happening right now. You’re done playing this game.

“It wasn’t rape.”

You finally say before storming to your room. As soon as you slammed the door, the tears threatened to fall. You wouldn’t let them fall through because what they are saying isn’t true.

If it was… well, you’re just not ready to face that fear.

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[thatanimenerd101]

Story time...…..

Now I know I said I would take a break but, Welcome to story time. Today topic will be..... my first love. (I was super naive so bear with me.) Get your snack and get comfortable. FYI my real name is not Kayla, it’s my main OC’s name and the name I use at the coffee shop. My real name is not common. Now this is a personal post and this is NOT edited, so WELCOME TO CRINGE TOWN!

Okay so these are the roles of the people in the story. I have changed their names so that if they find this, I can laugh my ass off. By the way if you see this, the person that fucked the way of how I see love, oh hello. I’m about to tell the world of how much of a dick you are.....😈 you’ll find out soon.

Boy I fell in love with: we are gonna call him Don (sorry if your name is Don)

My best friend: Miko

Don’s best friend: Matt, oh this one I wanna slap across the face.

Now, everything I am about to tell you did happen to me and my one friend was ready to beat the shit outta Don.

Now this happened in my second year of high school, I was the mom friend of the group, I was the friend you would go to for advise and someone to talk too. But before we get into the TEA of the story quick flashback to Halloween before all this happened. Well not really a flashback but it is how everything started. Sort of.

Miko invited me to a Halloween party her church was having. So I thought sure, I've been working hard in school so why not? She told me she was inviting an old friend from grammar school, she told me his name was Don. I was like okay cool, maybe him and I could become good friends. So when I first met him he was a good guy, now Miko is almost two years younger than me so she was still in middle school at the same, same with Don. All three of us had fun, hell Miko even dragged me into a haunted house. I hate those things, I almost punched one of the people inside. So at the end of the party Miko’s mom drove us all home, Miko and I said by to Don. I though that was the last I would hear from him. 

Over the next few months Miko and Don would text back and forth. I thought nothing of it, all I thought was they haven't talked much in years so what could go wrong? That was until he sent a nude photo of himself, because he thought it was cool. When Miko told me about this, I was grossed out. I told her to tell him off and that photo was uncalled. Don said he was sorry and that he was not thinking. Miko forgave him and they continued being friends

Time went on, the end of the school year was coming up it was the end of April, two months before final exams. I was in my room scrolling threw Netflix when my phone dinged. 

New message request from Don Smith. 

“Hey, is this Miko’s best friend?”

At the time I did not think anything of it 

“Yeah, that's me. What do you want?”

“Woah, I just wanted to chat with you. Is this not a good time?”

“Now is okay, I just did not expect you to message me out of the blue.”

For the next hour we did some small talk, I don't really care for small talk unless I want to get to know the other person. He told me he played football and that he broke up with his girlfriend. Then he made a comment of how I looked like her. I saw a picture of her and yeah I did look like her. All threw the rest of April and May we texted all the time,  we even video chatted a lot. But the second week of May he told me he liked me and he wanted me to be his girlfriend. I told him that I was not interested in dating at all. Plus we did not know each other for long. I thought and still think that relationships are a serious thing and not something to play around with. He would still flirt with me, a lot but I would just push it off. I never had someone flirt with me before, yes I have been cat called before. But it made me think maybe I do like him?

I talked it over with Miko and she said that it was okay. But she told me not to let a boy get in the way of our friendship. 

One day he stopped talking to me, I thought something bad happen because he told me he was really depressed. So I blew up his phone with texts. 

I did not hear anything from him for a week, I told Miko and she told me that Don had been texting her non-stop for the past week for no reason. He kept asking her for nudes and to video chat. She showed me her phone we decided something. 

I video called him and he picked up. 

The look on his face once he say Miko with her phone. She screamed at him and I was crying a lot. I never been in love before so yeah. Anyways this sounds like something out of a movie, that’s because it was. 

Now I wont go into too much detail but I made him feel guilty because he had heard me crying. Now I don't cry much unless something is wrong. 

Matt, Don’s best friend would hit on me as well which let the two getting into fights. He would call me “Babe” or “Baby” I did not like being called that so I stopped talking to them. Now Don and Matt went to different school from Miko and I. 

One day I had enough of Don talking to me one day and then not bothering to say two words to me for weeks. My friends told me this is not how love works or how a friendship works. 

I sent him a long message telling him of how I did not like being treated like I was nothing to him. He only called me when he was sad. All he liked about me was my body. Now I never gave him any chances to see my body at all. I had and still struggle with body-image. He blocked me and I thought it was over. 

I was heart broken because this was the first person outside of my family those three words. I love you. He never said it back, he would just say “me too “ or “You too cutie” 

He tried to get me to talk to him over the summer I would just leave him on read or tell him to go talk to a wall. In August he stopped all commination and I blocked him on everything Facebook, etc.  

I was slowly healing from him. He used my feelings just so that he could get inside my head and mess with me. I was the girl he would use to talk too if he was sad. But when I needed him, he would leave me on read and say that he did not have time to deal with me. 

It was the next school year, a new start. I was still heartbroken but my friends stayed by my side. 

They even planed to go to his house with a bat, TP and shaving cream. They told me they would kick his ass while I waited in the car eating a gallon of ice cream while I laughed. Now my friends are very protective of me, I am the sweet one. 

One night well I was giving my rabbit a bath I got a message on my smartwatch saying that an unknown number sent me a photo. I thought nothing of it because I just though one of my friends I'm not very close with  sent me a meme or something like that. A lot of people had my number because I had done a lot of group projects and I would have to give my number out. So I finished giving Junior a bath and opened the text. 

The text was a picture of a note. The gist of it was that Don was sorry and that he did not know what he was doing. He said that he should've never let me go because he loved me. 

Oh god, I never screenshotted something so fast in my life, I made a group chat with five of my close friends. One of my friends mom was all ready to call his mother and have a “Nice talk” But I did what I thought was right in my heart. 

I called him a child for waiting six months to apologies. I also gave him 24 to call me and leave a voicemail of him actually saying what he wrote in that awful love note. I could barley read the note and it was poorly written. He was a freshmen in high school and I was about to take an SAT. Which I was supposed to take in the spring. This was in December, he waited six months. I cried when I read that note because of what he put me through. I thought I blocked him on everything but not my regular texting app, I forgot I had his number in the first place.

He changed the way I look at love. He was a toxic person and no one should tell you when its okay to speak. But here's something he did not like about me. Now this happened to me when I was 15, he was 14. Don't ever let someone boss you around and use you. I’ve grown a lot since my second year of high school.

But now I am happy to say that I am happy and that I will wait for something who loves and cares for me. Now anyone who does not treat me like Kirishima, or Hawks, they can leave. I don't need m heart to be broken like glass, my friends and I have been gluing the broken pieces for a while. I’m still healing, but now I know what is okay and what is not. I am unsure of when I will find love, all I can do is hope. Who knows, maybe my future love will read this. Who knows? I sure wont know.  I don't know what will happen in the future, but all I can say is BRING IT ON! But before I end this post I just want to say,

LOVE IS LOVE! NO MATTER THE GENDER OR SEXUALITY! I support the LGBTQ+ community with my heart and soul. I don't care if your a girl, boy, non-binary, genderfluid, or anything else. As long as your nice to me, I will be nice to you back. I have not been on Tumblr long but I have made some friends on here. It’s really fun reading other peoples writings and chatting with them.

I hope that during tough times that we all can stay safe and sound. I also did not post this for the oh I'm sorry of what you went threw, it is for me to share what I went through. Maybe it will help someone else. Let me know if you want me to do more story times.

I will start working on a something new soon! I did make a promise to someone that I would write something just for them, but all I can tell you is that it will be fluff and cuteness. If you are the person I made that promise too, then HI! I hope the fic I will write makes your heart melt...….

[homestucky]

Davekat fic recs?

hrrmm wow i will have to think. ill probs just check my bookmarks which means i probably wont be able to think of many one chapter fics off the top of my head since i dont tend to bookmark them. also some that havent been updated in yrs i wont put here bcaus thats just frustrating unless theyre rlly notable and may come back i may not link them

also disclaimer that while im not super into smut so its unlikely im gonna recommend just porn fics, some may have some sexy times incidentally i suppose. also a lot of them are dave centric/dave POV bcaus hes my BOY

M.C. Escher that’s my favourite MC by Unda (COMPLETE)  is a wild ride and long but i recommend for sure, very well written n thought out. also check out the other fics in the series bcaus if i recall correctly there are some other shorter fics that unda wrote to give some background or develop characters. but theyre also really great even stand-alone! its finished now and i followed it the whole time :0. cw for child abuse and death 

Within, Without by reinkist (COMPLETE)  i actually read a long time ago so i dont remember it so well. i do remember thinking it was pretty great tho, so i do recommend it. i should probably go back for a reread some time. its just a really good meteor fic that explores everything you’d want it to, and does that well, u kno? its like the fic that u wanted to exist but couldnt find. but here it is!

Doc Scratch’s School for Supernaturally Gifted Adolescents by medical  (UNFINISHED AND RECENTLY UPDATED)is great, its like a multichapter magic/superhero au thing. its fun and characters in it are rlly well developed, like, i do enjoy a davekat fic which has a good and significant rose characterisation in there too. but theres some serious plot goin in in here too…. very exciting. 

To Be Taken Care Of by shitstuck  (COMPLETE)is good, its god some deep convos about troll v human culture and stuff, some rosemary too. bit of body horror but if i can handle it its not too bad. i just reread it lol. the epilogue changes the tone of things a bit n id be interested to know other peoples thoughts on that ;_;

Don’t Forget the Sun by Weevilo707 is rlly good but sadly NOT COMPLETE AND HASNT BEEN UPDATED IN AGES :@!! hope the authors doin ok  (EDIT: APPARENTLY the author is not planning on updating this one again, but i still think its a good read :^) )

Book Covers by turntechGeneticist717  (COMPLETE) is rlly great also!! big recommend. dave is lookin after a babby dirk as his big brother in college. i havent read it in a while but i remember when it was updating being like !!!!!!!!!!!Aaa!! also there are others in the series so take a look :)

The Truth is in the Eyes by AcrylicMist  (COMPLETE)is like a rlly mythological/fantasy interpretation of canon post game which is very cool????? like the world is sort of medieval or something but w the gods n magicky stuff. rlly interesting. , very dope again havent read it in a while and am running out of steam for ranting about fics but!! yea its sweet w an intriguing plot

The Eurydice Suite by callmearcturus  (COMPLETE) !!!!!!!!!!! i love this fic so much like its bonkers n i just. its like an inception sort of inspired au and i have NEVER watched inception but im just super into the concept. its just. a rlly amazing well written fic w perfect pacing and characterisation like the plot is like a beautiful spider web where time flicks back and forth yet makes perfect sense. theres such a sense of atmosphere. ive reread it so many times. also!!1111111 i love the dave in it, and i love the strilondes family relationsy stuff!! i also feel like it ties everything up rlly nicely despite having like all the main characters in it p much. hell yeaaaa. its my fav by this author whos an AMAZING writer like they just DROP U IN to the world with so much confidence and drop context and background in at a perfect pace so ur never confused but always intrigued. but often i find the atmosphere in their fics almost TOO intense u know?? like i feel like i wake up in a ditch after reading one like wh,,h who am i?? i hate using this word but the writing is weirdly like… “sensual” which i think means the writing is great, rlly strong atmosphere but im not  always 100% able to handle it. this one does not make me feel so dazed and its just.. yess

The Lucky Ones by daniomalley (COMPLETE) is another one i followed as it came out. a cool spacey au. sorry i cant think of anything else to say aaaa

Off Court by levvan (ON HIATUS?) is great tho strong themes of abuse from the start. not that none of the above have that if i havent said so uhhhh yea be wary of the tags i guess. but yes. 

three rounds and a sound by skitpost (UNFINISHED AND RECENTLY UPDATED) is rlly great, like a magic school au. very excited to see whats gonna happen next :0

We’re All Friends & Family Here (And Frankly, We’re Sick Of Your Shit) byLandOfMistAndSecrets (COMPLETE) is TECHNICALLY a dirkjake fic but it has very cute little pastiches of other characters and the DK ones are very cute and well characterised

An Alien and a DJ Walk into a Bar (and Accidentally Start a Relationship) by Kadaaver (APPEARS TO BE ON HIATUS) i was p into when it was still updating. theres not actually MUCH relationship stuff yet if i recall correctly but still. good. and i enjoy the characterisation of dave being p socially anxious.

turntechGodhead is offline by forestknifefight (UNFINISHED AND RECENTLY UPDATED) well relatively recently. i like this one a lot! theres some good beta kid friendship and some good karkat.

Astronomy in Reverse by PunkZucchini, sicklekind (ON HIATUS>??????) cute + features BIGKAT is i recall correctly

Bring You Down by acedavestrider (COMPLETE) idk what to say about this but thats not a criticism. its just a legit cute fic that is good for the heart. human au, earth n whatever. karkat is a student nurse!! yeaa! thats kind of incidental but i like it

Survival of the Richest by ireallyloveicecream (HIATUS???) theres not a lot of it but im so intrigued. some kind of a fae/magic fairy folk kinda thing

Californian Son by LivTC (COMPLETE BUT THERES MORE IN THE SERIES WHICH I HOPE WILL CONTINUE TO BE UPDATED ETC ETC) !! ok this one is kind of sexy n angsty and daves a REAL DICK in it but it rlly well written and i rlly wanna know more jijhihihu

First Contact by yesfir (UNFINISHED AND RECENTLY UPDATED) !! its au but like idk scifi, humans having to make a deal with/coexist with trolls. space colonies!! this one is great… good character development and plot… does that great thing of pacing the revelations of the plot rlly gradually so ur like ! somethings happening here and i must know more!!!

Feathered by AlloftheFandom  (UNFINISHED, RECENTLY UPDATED) this ones exciting :3 karkat has only just been introduced to it. its like a magicky world w a bit of mild body horror so far. some good strilondes also… has anyone noticed that i need strilonde family relations in a fic i love….

Soulmates by egossweetheart  (UNFINISHED (fairly..?) RECENTLY UPDATED) this is a souleater au which i dont know a lot about??? but its cool, i am suitably intrigued. bit of body horror. idk as always check the tags. idek why im bothering to specify that. anyways,

 Vladimir and Estragon Cope with Their Trauma by Volo (UNFINISHED RECENTLY UPDATED ETC) afterlife au. so yea TW death. im into it tho

The Importance of Being Karkat by choicescarfsylveon (UNFINISHED RECENTLY UPDATED ETC) karkat has a radioshow, dave is kind of a dick. some parts of that change. i wont spoil which. theres something deeper goin on too…….. mysterios….

anyways here are some fics that i think are cool. sorry it took ages i just wanted to give it a good effort ukno?? its not an exhaustive list but its what i found. thanks to all these authors and hey, while we’re at it, all fanfic authors!! good work and i hope u all know how appreciated it is. anyways i have a headache so i guess ill finish this up. peace!

[percy-son-of-sally-jackson]

Dubstep’s for Pussies (Cable x Female Reader): Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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Warnings: female reader, alcohol consumption, bed sharing (do things get raunchy? who knows? no really, this fic is now doing its own thing and dragging me along), definitely turning into a bit of a slow burn, (involuntary?) cuddling (they didn’t mean for it to happen), lonely Cable, will be NSFW at some point in the future so 18+ y/o readers please

Word Count: 1539

A/N: First I just wanna say thank you to everyone who left a comment on the first chapter, that was super validating and motivating. So here's the 2nd chapter, I hope y'all like it as much as the first! Sorry I honestly meant for this fic to be a smutty one shot but I guess it's turning into a bit of a slow burn, but I swear, they WILL fuck at some point!!! I am putting a read more thing on this, if it wont work for you please leave a comment and i’ll get rid of it, the tumblr app is being a bitch

Tag list (if anyone wants to be tagged in future chapters, please let me know!): @fantasticwizardnerd @cxsmicbrownies @roni-westbrook @the-wayward-unicorn @luisadevitt @booklover2929 @whovianayesha @thehuntress26 @peculiar-monstar @crazy-pleasures-and-crazy-habits @saint-caravaggio @pianomad @akihecko @cyborgjules @vivelafuckingpluto @angeli-fucking-cat @ladydovahkiin180 @the-undateable @theromaniansoldier @nonamesland​ @seabasschinstanappreciation​ @mightiestheroes​ @sexy-ass-sub @freakinglizzy​

You spent the next two days in your room, only sneaking out at night to grab food from the kitchen. The main team had gone off on the mission, but the kids and some of the teachers still remained, and you wanted to avoid them as much as possible. Luckily your room was the furthest from them.

On the third day you were bored. Usually you'd go hang out with your sister, or train with Negasonic, or force Nathan to watch some show with you, but the team was going to be gone for another two days, and you were slowly driving yourself insane.

Alcohol and Parks and Rec had worked for the first two days, but you ran out of alcohol, and thoughts about your fight with Nathan were slowly creeping in. You'd already raided Wade's and Colossus' rooms for their stashes of alcohol, everyone else either didn't drink, or were too young to drink. The only room left was Cable's.

You stood outside Nathan's room, chewing your lip. You knew he was going to be mad when he found out that you stole his alcohol, but at the same time you felt like he deserved it. You tried the handle, and surprisingly it wasn't locked.

You'd snuck into his room before, mainly to help Wade set up booby traps, but now you had time to actually look around his room.

It was simple enough, a large room, with hardwood floors, a well kept bathroom, a fairly big closet, a stool next to a table littered with weapons and spare parts, and one king sized bed pushed up into a corner near a window. The curtains were drawn so that in the morning the sunlight would stream in directly onto the bed. You figured he'd be a one pillow, thin blanket type of person, but he had at least four pillows, and a surprisingly thick comforter.

You raided the mini fridge near the table, scoffing at the six pack of beer. Of course he liked beer, you thought to yourself, luckily you found an unopened bottle of some foreign vodka in the back, much more your style.

You sat at the table, riffling through the various weapons. Nathan had taken most of his assembled weapons on the mission, what was left were mostly useless parts of different weapons, and other equipment that Cable used to contract his futuristic guns; you still didn't completely understand how he did it, but it was fascinating nonetheless. However you spotted a familiar looking modified handgun, the one he used to blast your speakers to bits.

Bottle in one hand, gun in the other, you moved away and aimed at the table. Maybe it was time for some payback. You stood there for longer than you'd like to admit, before lowering the gun. You could piss him off in ways that wouldn't get you in trouble with the rest of the team. You'd already stolen his alcohol, you were twirling one of his guns around your finger, and now you were eyeing his bed.

Without a moment's hesitation you jumped onto the bed, giggling as you bounced a little. You rolled around, messing up the neatly tucked in sheets. Weariness began to set in, you'd been up the past two days, barely able to get more than a half hour's worth of restless sleep, but Cable's bed was beginning to feel incredibly comfortable, not to mention the fact that it vaguely smelled like him.

You subconsciously started to curl up around one of the pillows, the bottle discarded somewhere on the bed, but his gun was still in your palm. Your eyes were beginning to droop when you finally realized what you were doing.

You groaned to yourself, feeling conflicted. On one hand you didn't want him to know you'd fallen asleep in his bed, especially when you were still angry; on the other hand, the team wasn't due back for at least another two days, so he'd probably never know. Besides, one of the few times you'd actually gotten some proper sleep recently was when you were showing him Game of Thrones and accidentally fell asleep on his shoulder, his bed seemed like the next best thing, so you weren't about to pass up some good sleep.

You slowly drifted off to sleep, back pressed against the wall, with a pillow in your arms, and your face buried in another.

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Cable stomped his was up to his room, the mission was successful, they'd actually finished a day earlier than planned, but Wade had been pissing him off the entire time, taking jabs at him about Y/N, and Cable was ready to retreat to the sanctuary of his own room. However, when he got to his room, he was greeted by a surprising sight. There you were, curled up in the corner, the sun streaming in gave you a warm, peaceful glow as it lit up your curls.

Cable paused at the foot of the bed, unsure what to do. He debated waking you up, but he knew sleep was rare and precious for you. He froze as you made a sound and shifted, your legs kicking his comforter off to reveal that you were only wearing a tank top and a pair of boyshort panties that hugged your ass like a second skin. He averted his gaze, cursing himself for lingering. His eyes flicked over to your hands, one lay over a bottle of vodka Colossus had given him, and the other curled around his small handgun-turned-blaster.

"Jesus Christ," he mumbled to himself, gently prying the weapon from your fingers; he didn't want you accidentally shooting something, or worse, yourself. In the end, he decided to shower first, hopefully by the time he was done, you'd be awake.

Unfortunately for him, you weren't. He came back out to see the same sight greeting him. Cable groaned to himself, he hadn't slept for the past four days during the mission, either because he was busy being shot at or because his thoughts lingered on your last fight. However, even though he felt guilty for what he said, he wasn't about to let you take over his bed like that; Cable figured that as long as he kept to his side, and you stayed curled up in the corner, neither of you would have a problem.

He turned down the AC and crawled into bed, trying to leave a respectable amount of space between the two of you. Reaching over you, he drew the thick, dark curtains shut, plunging the whole room into night-like darkness, before pulling the covers over the both of you.

"Good night," he wasn't sure why he said it to your sleeping form, but perhaps he was feeling a little lonely after all this time, and it was nice having someone to share his bed with, even if you probably hated his guts.

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Something was dragging you to the surface of consciousness, and despite your struggle to remain asleep, you slowly blinked your way out of your near blissful sleep. You began to notice something heavy and warm wrapped around you; when did your comforters get this heavy, you thought to yourself. Looking around the dark room, you remembered that you were in Nathan's room.

Suddenly, the covers groaned and squeezed around you, making you yelp, initially with shock, then with horror as you realized someone else was in bed with you. Nathan grumbled something under his breath, pulling you flush against him as he clamped his large, calloused right hand over your mouth.

"Shhh, go back to sleep," he said in a deep, sleep riddled voice, making you blush as a spike of heat ran through your body. He was barely conscious, and failed to properly register what was happening.

You tried to wriggle your way out, but his grip was like a python's, slowly getting tighter. He finally forced a thick, muscular thigh between your legs, stopping your efforts to slide down the bed. With a final frustrated huff, you went limp in his arms.

"Good girl," he murmured, his hand slipping from your mouth as he fell back asleep.

How long had you been sleeping, you wondered, did they get back early from the mission or had you slept for two straight days? You could barely even remember the last time you got a full eight hours of sleep.

You tried forcing yourself back to sleep, since Nathan wouldn't let you go, but now you were too high strung to rest again. Not to mention the fact that Nathan was half naked, and his whole body was pressed up against your back so that you could practically feel each individual muscle move every time he breathed. The thigh between your legs wasn't helping either, he had it pressed up against the apex of your thighs, and your panties weren't doing shit to dull the feeling.

So you tried lay as still as possible in his arms, for nearly an hour, until his metal arm finally loosened around your waist and you managed to slowly inch your way out without waking him this time. You rushed to the door, your heart thumping against your rib cage, as if you were a thief in the night. You glanced back, almost guiltily, at his sleeping form one last time before quietly shutting the door behind you.

[sadrien]

what’s the stitch? | pt.1

on ao3

from the high school senior that brought you wanna chat? comes another chat fic that no one asked for

just so we're all on the same page, alya has the fox miraculous, nino the turtle, and chloe the bee. i latched onto this team of miraculous holders a while back and now i'm just throwing up random stuff. initially i wasn't going to write more than a small snip of this but @breeeliss​ is a horrible enabler (<3)

i'm still working on the dynamics for them, especially since they're still getting to know each other, so sorry if it's rough

anyway let's do this

18:23

Cat: What does this do? Oh COOL

Bee: what in fresh hell is this

Turtle: yo wassup this is rad wait lemme see…

Fox: HELLA

Ladybug: Chat what the hell did you do

Cat: Hey don’t blame me for being bored

There are fun settings on these things and I wanted to explore them

Fox: this is rad as hECK

Bee: i hate you all

Fox: this is going to be lit i cant believe i can text the crew through a weapon the magic whatevers that created these things knew what was up

Turtle has changed their name to michael angelo

michael angelo: hell yeah

Cat: Whoa what we can do that!!

Bee: this is going to be the most obnoxious chat ever i can feel it let me leave

Cat has changed their name to :3

Bee: holy shit let me out wait why the hell don’t these things have emojis i am personally offended

:3: Ah yes let me just call up the ancient gods and ask them to install emojis on our weapons

Bee: listen here you piece of shit

Fox has changed their name to foxy lady

Bee: can i give back my miraculous i don’t want it anymore

foxy lady: this is the best thing to ever happen

michael angelo: aYO

:3: I love it It’s like a less awful skype

Ladybug: Can we maybe try to keep this for talking about where akumas are?

:3: Hmmm

foxy lady: i mean we COULD

Bee has changed their name to beeutiful

beeutiful: ;*

michael angelo: yeah no way thats happening ladybug

:3: Its bonding!!!

Ladybug: Now I want to leave

:3: Awww join in on the fun my lady! Please??? Team bonding

foxy lady: @chat do u know how 3 get youtube on these things ive got videos to send

beeutiful: ummm what sort of videos?

foxy lady: ;)

michael angelo: if you send a meme ILL give up my miraculous

foxy lady: good we dont need u

Ladybug: Did you say team bonding??

:3: Yes that’s exactly what this is Duh

 6:13

michael angelo: well shit i really hope your kwami alert you of messages or something cause im actually going to use this the way its supposed to be used akuma at eiffel tower

 6:17

beeutiful: disgusting i’ll be there in a minute

:3: You’ll BEE there?

beeutiful: im going to punt you off the tower

foxy lady: i ws going to tell u 2 shut up unfortunate wheres the bug @

michael angelo: um??? backup??????? please????

foxy lady: OH right omw

 6:19

Ladybug: Ill be there in a sec

 6:48

foxy lady: i cant believe u all bolted like that i was gonna ask if we could do breakfast

Ladybug: I’m about to destransform, sorry! Ill talk to you all later but really since my kwami can only tell me that I have a message but not whats in it please try not to talk here too much I wont be able to tell whats important

:3: I can’t beelieve this

beeutiful: im literally going to rip your head off

foxy lady: everything is important anyway food i guess ill find some on my own then on my own pretending hes beside me :’(

beeutiful: @ladybug if you figure out how to mute this please let me know because oh my god

michael angelo: bro im just gonna snag a bag of chips before class

:3: Healthy

michael angelo: what was the last thing you ate cat boy?

:3: You’re going to judge me

beeutiful: im always judging you

foxy lady: oooooo

michael angelo: what are you a health nut or osmething cn?

:3: Not by choice

foxy lady: unfortunate

michael angelo: alright next patrol were getting super cheap pizza

foxy lady: and fries and milkshakes and possibly also hamburgers superheroing makes me hungry

beeutiful: ewwwww

foxy lady: dont like junk food???

beeutiful: no!!! its greasy and disgusting and sooo bad for your skin like who wants to deal with THAT

:3: Ok true I don’t have time to deal with acne

foxy lady: u both have unfairly perfect skin

michael angelo: ^^ true tho how do you manage that??

beeutiful: good genes and a fantastic skin care routine sure i’m naturally gorgeous but it takes a little work to reach true perfection

:3: So many different types of scrubs and creams So many that I could drown in them And also makeup Usually concealer and foundation every day

beeutiful: true my contour btw? art

foxy lady: thats cool but u havent seen my cat eye

:3: ;)

michael angelo: yeahhh makeup isnt my jam i suck at it 0/10 not attempting again

beeutiful: what!!!! makeup is EVERYONES jam i mean if you don’t like it whatever but with practice and patience you too can look as good as moi if you think you don’t look good with makeup on it’s just cause you’re not doing it right trust me

foxy lady: yeah bro if we didnt have these masks id totally do u up during patrol one night

:3: Add that to the list of things to do if we ever reveal our identities Makeovers

michael angelo: theres a list???

beeutiful: wait i thought we could never ever tell each other ever boss’ rules

:3: A cat boy can dream

foxy lady: do we think ladybug likes makeup

beeutiful: oh my god the most important question shit i’m about to detransform anyway check out my contour next time we’re out because it’s flawless

michael angelo: im out too ive been pushing it later dudes

foxy lady: and then there were two

:3: Benefits of using catacylsm at the end I guess

foxy lady: :P this miiiiight b difficult if we can only use it when transform eh w/e ill take what i can get

:3: Same honestly

 17:34

foxy lady: im bored and my actual friends are busy

 17:39

michael angelo: so we arent your friends then

beeutiful: i am not your friend

foxy lady: wow rude

michael angelo: what saving paris together doesnt make us friends?

beeutiful: as if!! being my friend is a privilege it’s like getting access to an exclusive club

foxy lady: soooooooooooo u dont have many friends then

beeutiful: fuck you i have plenty of friends

:3: Children please Ladybug is literally going to have my head

michael angelo: broski you were talking wiht us earlier

:3: Yeah but I didn’t have her glare burning holes into my soul the entire time

foxy lady: UR!!!!!!!!WITH LADYBUG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

:3: Yeah of course I’m with Ladybug?

beeutiful: and why exactly were we not invited??

:3: Parents need alone time sometimes

michael angelo: oh my god

foxy lady: #rude #betrayal #urnotmyrealdad #ettuchatnoir #whentheydontloveuback

beeutiful: stop before i hunt you down and stop you myself

foxy lady: #fucku

michael angelo: question is lb seriously that annoyed

:3: She’s not thrilled Hmmm how to Got it

:3 has sent a photo [selfie of Chat Noir smiling and holding up a peace sign with an unamused Ladybug in the background]

michael angelo: well thats a look i never want to face head on

foxy lady: rip u id face it down if it meant i got to spend more time w ladybug

beeutiful: fangirl much

foxy lady: oh shut up i kno ur the same

beeutiful: oh do you????

foxy lady: ummm yeaH i remember our first day do u

beeutiful: shit

michael angelo: i like to block most of that day from my memories

beeutiful: no one asked you shellhead

:3: Children please Wait really?

michael angelo: ehhh i mean it was really cool and life changing and all that shit but also i embarrassed myself in front of two of the most awesome people ever so yeah

beeutiful: kiss up

michael angelo: listen my dude i was not ready to be a superhero before this the most exercise i got was climbing the stairs to my apartment and the occasional run from akumas

Ladybug: To be fair Chat and I werent ready either

foxy lady: !!!!!!!!!! she speaks!!! ok but ive been prepping to b a superhero since i was like 4

beeutiful: same actually

:3: I watched way too much Sailor Moon not to be ready But I still wasn’t ready Lots of face planting

Ladybug: It gets easier and you have chat and I for help You dont have to figure this all out on your owns

:3: True Doing it by ourselves was unfurrtunate

beeutiful: moment ruined

foxy lady: im tearing up thank u i feel loved

michael angelo: ok so who wants to teach me tricks to get out of class and work for akuma attacks because bru h

:3: Uhhhh

Ladybug: Um

:3: You’re on your own good luck

beeutiful: wow you’re a great mentor we’re so lucky to have you

Ladybug: Be creative in your lies and dont repeat the same ones too often??? But also dont get too extravagant because then its a mess and gets out of hand Now stop messaging here its annoying!!!!!!!!!!!

 19:03

:3: Does anyone have cheese?

Ladybug: Chat if this isnt relevant I will end you

:3: I swear it is!

beeutiful: umm yes why??

:3: I need some We’re out and I didn’t realize Could you meet me somewhere with it?

beeutiful: i guess if it’s that important? what kind

:3: It is that important Anything If you have camembert that But anything

michael angelo: how is this relevant

:3: Grumpy hungry kwami

beeutiful: i have camembert how do you not have food for your kwami?

:3: It’s been a long week sue me Tower in ten?

beeutiful: i can’t believe i’m doing this but yes you owe me whiskers

 19:11

foxy lady: thisll be the weirdest brush contact paris has ever seen