#this is the second wip you've taken over

[peachtea-and-paint]

much needed distraction

modern! college ellie williams x reader

your girlfriend has been busy with midterms all week, and you've been missing much more than her company...

cw: 18+ MDNI! established relationship, masturbation, fingering, *oral sex r! and e! receiving, strap, dom!Ellie, sub!reader, breeding kink, dacryphilia if you squint, degradation, aftercare* (*part 2 will feature the strikethrough bits)

AN: This is my very first fic, so please be honest and kind! This is a WIP, so I will be updating w/ part 2 soon if this does well <3

Ellie rubbed the bridge of her nose, leaning back in the chair as far away from her laptop as she could. The lines of text began to blur together, the bright light starting to stab into her eyes. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t write the rest of this goddamn essay. She picked up her phone from the desk, desperate for a distraction. Behind the bolded 2:28 AM was a picture of you laughing in her arms, wearing sunglasses and Ellie’s favorite green sundress that flaunted your curves and was featured in some of her most favorite- yet less than… shareable… memories.

She scrolled through a sea of notifications, having put her phone on silent to try to focus on the essay that was kicking her ass, when her eyes paused on your name. She clicked on the notification banner.

Her heart jumped into her throat. You had sent 11 messages, all unread. Hopefully not time sensitive, she prayed silently. The first text read, “Hey you up?”. She quickly relaxed, smirking. Ellie knew exactly what you wanted, without having to read the other messages. That was something she loved about you: you were always so easy to read. She continued down, seeing an increasingly needy string of texts pile up.

1:30 AM        hey you up?

1:41 AM        baby pleeeeeease i’m so bored

1:48 AM        girl please, i need you

1:49 AM        like… in a biblical way

1:52 AM        ellie baby, i miss you

1:57 AM        sure i can’t tempt you?

1:57 AM        *picture attached*

Her eyes widened, bringing the phone closer to her face. It was needy all right. Ellie’s favorite sight, your face, was not in this particular photo. But she was not sad, as her second favorite sight, your breasts, were. A black lacy bra was covering almost none of you, allowing for Ellie’s eyes to lovingly caress the curves of your chest. Her eyes lingered on dip of your collarbone, remembering the countless hickies left nearby because she loved the soft gasps in her ear whenever she nibbled the sensitive skin.

Warmth started to pool between her legs. A second photo revealed that you were wearing a matching set. Ellie had probably bought this one for you, but to be honest she couldn’t really remember. The ones she would buy you were either ripped or on the floor so fast that she could never really get used to one set.

The third and fourth photos didn’t even gain Ellie’s attention. You seemed to have taken off everything by 2:10 AM, but by this point all she could focus on was the video sitting tantalizingly at the bottom of the text thread. Her hands scrambled for the headphones she left by her laptop, popping them in her ears and pushing play on the video the second the Bluetooth could connect.

A giggle, quickly followed by a quiet, breathy moan filled her ears. Ellie listened intently, pressing her legs closer together. The video was black; you had only sent the audio, knowing without a doubt it would drive Ellie even crazier since she couldn’t see what you were doing. No, she couldn’t see anything… which made every desperate little sound coming out of her headphones all the more intoxicating. Ellie squeezed her eyes shut, easily conjuring up an image to go along with your pretty little sounds.

You started off slow, in Ellie’s mind, your free hand caressing over your breasts first, pausing over the nipple to tease and play with, then dragging your fingers further down. A sharp inhale: you ghost your cold fingertips over the searing skin of your stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps. You moan louder then, and Ellie imagined a finger brushing just underneath the waistband of the black lace. A small snap confirms this. Fingers stroke lower and lower, rubbing directly over your clit, eliciting more than a few curses out of your mouth. You teased yourself endlessly, this much Ellie knew for certain. You could never seem to get enough when Ellie teased you just to the edge, always begging for more despite the fat tears rolling down your cheeks. F-fuuuck, Ellie cursed in her head. The thought of you crying for her strap made Ellie as breathless as you were in the audio.

Gasps, moans, and low whispers of how much you needed her to come over right this second left Ellie dazed. So dazed, in fact, that she didn’t realize the video had finished a while ago. Her eyes shot open, mental images disappearing and replaced with the bright fluorescent computer screen glaring back at her. She removed the hand from the jeans she didn’t even remember unbuttoning. Somehow, despite the distance, Ellie could practically taste the heady scent of sex in the air, could feel the way your body arched through the phone. She suddenly remembered where she was and scanned the room, embarrassed that she could be caught by her roommate in such a precarious position as getting off in the living room from her girlfriend’s video. Haphazardly wiping her fingers on the black denim of her jeans, and satisfied that the room was completely roommate free (they were on vacation but old habits die hard), Ellie turned her attention back to her phone. She wondered for a moment if she could just listen to it again in the privacy of her room, but that thought left the instant she saw the time stamp.

5 minutes ago. Shit, you only sent this 5 minutes ago. Ellie’s heart started to pound. Her thumbs furiously typed a response and hit send.

Ellie 2:31 AM           Hey baby u still need me in a biblical way?

The three dots popped up almost instantly. Ellie could feel her boxers grow wetter by the second, the fabric clinging to her at the fucking thought of seeing her fantasy come to life. The three dots disappeared, and her fingers itched to send a second question. But she didn’t; after all, this was Ellie ‘Ego’ Williams. She never double texted, not even when her life- or her sanity- depended on it.

After what seemed like an hour (10 seconds), a blue bubble graced her phone screen. Ellie shot up, tripping over her feet to grab her jacket and bookbag. She shoved her converse on without even doing the laces and ran out the door. The normal 15-minute drive through quiet suburban neighborhoods became a 6-minute drive in a grand prix, blasting through every stop sign and practically drifting through roundabouts. Ellie pulled up to your apartment complex, miraculously remembering to lock the car before fumbling with her keys at the front door. She slid her copy of the key into the lock and burst into the door. Happily, you had no roommates, so Ellie didn’t have to worry about being loud. In any way.

She kicked off her shoes and placed her keys on the counter, but the adrenaline began to settle as she took in the stillness of the room. No sign of my girlfriend, she noted. The last photo you sent had clearly shown you sprawled on the couch, so the empty living room was strange. Curiosity piqued, Ellie slowly padded into the kitchen listening intently for anything that would give away your location.

Silence.

Ellie moved towards the hallway, getting ready to call out your name. The adrenaline and anticipation mixed together were coursing through her, setting her even more on edge. She passed the first door without a thought. Roommate’s room is always off limits, you weren’t that freaky.

(A/N: y’all don’t have sex in other people’s rooms/beds, it’s weird and violates SO many boundaries)

A sound whispered from down the hall, stopping Ellie in her tracks.

“…”

She moved forward wordlessly, inching towards the last door. Your door.

Another soft rustle, followed by a more distinguishable sigh reached her ears, sending a delicious shiver down her spine. Another moan, this one louder, spurred Ellie on. You were touching yourself, she thought, even though I was already on my way… Soft light filled the hallway as Ellie nudged the door open quietly, where her eyes settled on the object of her search: you.

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You had had a very long day, and the absence of your girlfriend during her midterms could only be endured for so long. The worst period cramps of your life had stopped you and Ellie from being intimate for a while, so the timing of her being busy for a week with essays just happened to coincide with the most horny ovulation phase you’d had… ever. You were feral, having to take more than one bathroom break during work shifts to survive. You were having daydreams, starting to fantasize about Ellie taking you in the breakroom of the café you worked at. Bending you over the back counter and eating you out from behind. Fucking her strap into you as you tried and failed to do the dishes. Her staring down at you as you sat on your heels, gazing with heavy-lidded eyes as she fucked into the back of your throat.

No wonder you couldn’t get anything done today.

So when you had finally made it home, you tried to unwind by half-heartedly watching a movie on the couch. Unfortunately for you, the show you picked had a sex scene 20 minutes in that yanked you right back into lusting after your absentee girlfriend. You sent Ellie text after text, trying to nudge her into coming over. But by the 4th photo with no response, you begrudgingly took matters into your own hands.

You meandered (albeit naked) to your bedroom and rummaged in your dresser for your favorite toy. Plopping down on your bed and getting comfortable, you shut your eyes and started to conjure up the work fantasy from earlier.

A desperate thought crossed your mind, and you reached for your phone, pressing record before you could pause and regret. Moaning as needily and enticingly as you could (though it wasn’t that hard considering how sensitive you were), you sent the audio.

No sooner had you started to touch yourself again when a notification alerted you. Your eyes widened with giddy anticipation as Ellie messaged you. You confirmed that you were in fact still dying of need-to-get-railed-itis and eagerly awaited an “omw” text, but it never came. Maybe she’ll call? you thought, but the idea of waiting was just too much. Your thighs ached and underwear was already off.

Impatient fingers slipped down your curves, feeling your own skin prickle with goosebumps as you teased around your stomach and onto your inner thigh. You brushed against your clit, seeing if you were still as sensitive as you were a minute ago… You were. You gathered wetness on your fingers and then began to just lightly ghost around your pussy. Soft sighs escaped your lips as you pushed a finger in, moans growing louder as you slipped deeper into yourself and your fantasy. In your mind, Ellie had just slipped her strap inside you, as you begged her to go deeper. A particularly good stroke of your fingers made you gasp, and you begged fantasy Ellie to fuck you just like that.

A chuckle from across the room made your eyes shoot open. As you blinked away the fantasy and lust, the real Ellie stood before you; leaning across your doorway with the most irritating smirk you had come to know and love.

(they fuck, the end lol)

(jk, part 2 will get down to business in great detail. comments are appreciated)

[stiltonbasket]

stilton I love all the sv fics you've been posting lately 🥺 will you be posting more in the future?

I have two multichapter SVSSS WIPs (A Wife by Any Other Name and my ongoing LOTR-inspired Bingqiu fic), and I plan to post around six more oneshots for the SVSSS Gotcha for Gaza. After that, though, my SVSSS writing days will likely come to an end! :')

I do have a Qijiu age gap AU in the works; but my (countless, at this point) MDZS projects take priority, so this one might not ever see the light of day. I've attached a few scenes below the cut, in case anyone is interested. <3

Short background: in this AU, Yue Qingyuan and Shen Jiu met when they were fifteen and five years old respectively, when YQY (then a kitchen slave) took little Shen Jiu off the streets and hid him in an abandoned wing of his master's manor. They were separated when SJ was discovered, and Yue Qingyuan was badly beaten and thrown out of the estate while Shen Jiu managed to escape and ended up being sold to the Qius a few years later. When they reunited at the Immortal Alliance Conference, YQY had been Qiong Ding's head disciple for nearly a decade and had just earned the right to accept disciples of his own, so SJ became YQY's disciple and went back to Cang Qiong with him.

Shen Jiu later realizes that he and SY!SQQ (head disciple/future peak lord of Qing Jing) are brothers; the following scenes mostly concern his relationship with Shen Yuan.

scene 1, set shortly after Shen Jiu comes to Cang Qiong and discovers that he and Shen Qingqiu are related:

This soft-eyed, fair-faced fool—he could never have lived through the trials Shen Jiu and his Qi-ge had endured, no matter how strong his cultivation, or how fine his calligraphy, or how well he swayed the hearts of men to bow to his every whim—

“Oh,” Shen Qingqiu murmurs, his voice full of such pain that Qi-ge makes a sound of distress behind him. “Of course. They must have had another child after they sold me away.”

Shen Jiu stares. “What? You were…”

“There was a drought in the second-to-last dog year, before you were born,” Shen Qingqiu says distantly, unfolding his fan and placing it over his mouth. “I was the third son, and born sickly—so when the slavers came to Jinan, they told Father that I was quick-witted and handsome enough to serve a lordling in a great house, and that I would have all the food I wanted and medicine to treat my infirmity as long as I did not make too much of a nuisance of myself. So I was sold and taken away.”

He casts a thoughtful glance at Shen Jiu’s sharp nose and smooth jaw, and then at the mole behind his left ear. “The sixth year after that was a bad year, too. You must have been sold then.”

Shen Jiu wants to tell this cheap brother of his that he had not even been sold, for the slavers had wanted nothing to do with a three-year-old infant scarcely out of babyhood. His mother was long-dead by then, and his father and the two kept brothers had resented her for bearing Shen Jiu and hated Shen Jiu for not having died before he was weaned: so there was no one to protest when his father carried him out of their shack while he slept and abandoned him in an alley a few miles away. If this heretofore-unknown third elder brother, Shen Yuan, had not been pretty enough to catch the eyes of the Jinan slavers, perhaps their father would have done the same to him.

scene 2, set about a year later, after Shen Jiu finds out that Yue Qingyuan's personal name Yue Qi is not written with the character for "seven" in CQM's sect records:

“Qi was good enough for Qi-ge.”

“Yue Qi’s name was changed when he entered the sect,” Shen Qingqiu tells him. “The Qi that Shixiong uses now comes from qi xi, for a bird resting on a perch.”

Shen Jiu turns around to stare accusingly at Yue Qinguan. “You never told me that you’d changed your name. Why did I have to find out from—from Senior Shen?”

“Ah, well,” Yue Qingyuan says awkwardly, “Shizun was the one who decided that the Qi for seven wasn’t worthy of a Qiong Ding Peak disciple, and then I became the head disciple, and my name was changed again, to Qingyuan. I haven’t signed my name with the new Qi in years. But, A-Jiu, I do think that Shidi is right; it’ll be years before you can become a head disciple, and in that time…”

“Should I use the jiu for ‘a long while,’ then?” Shen Jiu quips. “Or jiu zhi?”

Shen Qingqiu snaps his fan closed. “No. How practiced are you in the scholarly arts?”

“I do well enough,” Shen Jiu bristles. Reading, writing, and the reciting of poetry were the three subjects that came to him easily after he entered the sect; and though he had been near the bottom of the class when he first arrived, his weekly reports placed him at the top by the beginning of the second month. “Ask Qi-ge.”

“Then why not use the name Jiu’ge, after the second volume of the Chuci?” Shen Qingqiu asks. “What do you think, shixiong?”

“I think Jiu'ge is a fine name. But it’s no good if Xiao-Jiu doesn’t like it.”

Shen Jiu thinks for a moment. In truth, he had wanted Yue Qi to bestow a new name upon him, if it so happened that he needed one. He gave Shen Jiu the very first name he remembers, Xiao Lizi, after the plums that Yue Qi used to smuggle to him when he was a child in the Huang manor; but he does not entirely detest the thought of this strange elder brother, thrown away just as he was, choosing the name Shen Jiu will be known by in the future.

“It’s not bad,” he admits at last. “Very well, then. Let it be Jiu’ge.”

[zeborah]

can you share with us your favorite drawings of windicuffs you've done so far?

OF COURSE!!!! i haven't drawn them in a good while (other hyperfixation has taken over) but to date this is definitely my favourite, it's just so warm and summery and full of love and happiness and i KNOW my younger self would be soooo so proud of it if she could see it

and the rest of these are either wips or very old but i think they're good still too 8)

HONORARY MENTIONS FOR THE OGS!!! some old old 12+ year old art that is now ugly but you can see the vision

this animation got 100k+ notes on here and basically nobody knew it was gay homestuck incest so i consider that a CORE life achievement:

here's some that while not perfect by any means, they are fully of love and joy and i remember being so happy when i drew them :^)

this one is so old and weird it has an ifunny.co logo which i think is incredible:

this one is very sweet:

AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST these two that i made for my themes :3

the second ones were based off of a repeating sheep background i used at the time, i thought i still had it but unfortunately it has been lost to time B'(

i hope you enjoyed taking this little trip down memory lane with me! i love windicuffs with all my heart and they're the one ship i always end up coming back to with the same adoration i had for them many many moons ago 💝💝

[cheeeryos]

trash tuesday

post your murdered darlings / deleted scenes / roads not taken, from WIPs or anything else!

thanks for the tag @yiiiiiiiikes25! I'm tagging @thelace or @werewolffeelings if you've got any scraps you wanna share

the only good outtake I have from my current wip is a huge spoiler so I cannot post that...but what I can give you is an excerpt from love island fic, which is doomed to lie buried in my abandoned works cemetery forever (rip)

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Blue was happily eating fruit at the breakfast bar when she noticed that something in the villa was off. Some of the boys were staring at her from their poolside perches.

It didn’t take long to find out what was going on. Cialina, who had styled herself the villa mediator—Blue assumed that meant gossip—raced over after barely a thirty seconds of fevered whispering with Henry.

“Henry’s saying that Adam is saying that you guys hooked up last night!”

Blue’s peach fell out of her mouth.

“What.”

“He said that all the boys just had their little gossip sesh and Adam copped to…I don’t know. Something! Henry didn’t give details.”

Blue felt unreal, like she was hearing something about some other girl. She didn’t understand what was happening. Last night, there had been a few minutes of pillow talk and then they’d both slipped off to sleep. They hadn’t even cuddled.

Adam had flat out lied to the boys about her.

“Henry didn’t give details or Adam didn’t give details?”

Cialina shrugged. “I dunno. You should talk to him though. Unless—you guys didn’t really…?”

“NO!”

“Okay, jeez, no need to get defensive. It happens.”

“Not on the first night!” Blue shouted.

All the heads by the pool were now turned toward them. She realized her voice had been very loud.

She stalked over to where Adam was lounging next to Gansey. He looked completely unconcerned, with his stupid sunglasses hiding his stupid expressionless eyes. Asshole.

“Can I have a word?” she hissed.

He followed her over to an empty patch of astroturf by the gym equipment.

“What’s up?” he asked. Casually. Like an asshole.

“What’s up?” she repeated furiously.

Adam looked confused. “Did something happen, or…?”

“Something? Like, maybe, I don’t know, you telling all the boys that we hooked up last night?”

Now he looked really confused. “No, I didn’t.”

“That’s not what Cialina said.”

“Cialina wasn’t there,” he pointed out. “How would she know?”

“Henry told her!”

He crossed his arms. Like an asshole.

“Henry told Cialina that I said we hooked up?”

It was infuriating how calm he was. She wanted to kick something. Preferably him.

“Did you?”

“No, of course not! We didn’t. I wouldn’t say we did.”

“What exactly did you say?”

“Nothing, I just told you that.”

“So they asked…?”

“Henry was being nosey and prying, and I just kept my mouth shut.”

Realization began to sink in.

“Did any of the other guys keep their mouths shut?”

He narrowed his eyes. “I…guess not. Everyone just said that nothing happened.”

“And you said nothing. God, Adam, why didn’t you just say that too?!” She shouted, blood boiling again. “Why didn’t you just tell the truth?”

Now she could see he was getting annoyed. His mouth was curled on the side into an infuriating sort of humorless smirk. Her fingers itched to squish the sides of his face together to get rid of it.

“I didn’t think it was any of their business. Frankly, I still don’t. I don’t know them yet. And you have to think about the long game, too.”

“I don’t have to think about anything,” she argued automatically. “Don’t tell me what I have to think.”

He rolled his eyes. “I mean when there is something to tell, we don’t want to start suddenly changing our tune. It’s better to stick to the same story throughout.”

Blue saw red. “When there’s something to tell—?”

“If!”

“Like you’re entitled to it, like it’s only a matter of time, like I have no say in the matter—” she ranted.

“If, Blue. I meant if. If or when anything happens between us, I don’t think it’s anyone’s business but ours. So why should it be anyone else’s business when there isn’t something to tell? That’s all I’m saying.”

His pinpoint logic stuck into Blue. She deflated a bit. Annoyingly, he had a point. If they made a big stink about being platonic now, and then weeks later they started deflecting and keeping quiet, then it would be obvious that they’d started hooking up. It was calculating as all hell, but Adam’s logic made sense.

She huffed a breath out through her nose. “Fine. I get it.”

“So, we’re good then?” he asked. Back to his quiet, unflappable self.

She nodded curtly. “Fine,” she said again.

She still felt upset, but she didn’t know what else to say. A minute ago she’d felt betrayed and ashamed and angry, and all of that was still simmering inside. Now the problem had apparently been solved, and there was nowhere to put the rest of her emotion. She just wanted to go be alone for a while.

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Adam retreated to the kitchen to lick his wounds. God, that was slightly terrifying. He’d known that sooner or later his lack of charm would betray him but he hadn’t expected the moment to come quite so quickly. He’d probably just fucked it forever with Blue. He only hoped he hadn’t looked like too much of an asshole to the viewing public.

He found Ronan at the counter eating his way through the rye bagel chips in a jumbo bag of chex mix. Wordlessly, Ronan offered him the bag. Adam sorted through the mix for a handful of the little knobbly white sticks.

“Really?” Ronan asked when he saw Adam’s meager haul. “The boring white bread shit?”

Adam shoved the entire handful in his mouth. “Shut up, they’re good.”

“Should have figured you were the vanilla type.”

“And you can tell that from my taste in snacks.”

Ronan screwed his face up in exaggerated thought. “Depends. What’s your stance on popcorn?”

“Overrated.”

“Totino’s?”

“Underrated.”

Ronan nodded, impressed. “Swedish fish?”

Adam considered. “Gummy worms are better.”

“Why’s that?”

“More variety. And I like the ones that start off sour. It’s like two snacks in one. Keeps you on your toes.”

Ronan laughed out loud. “Damn, you’ve thought that through.”

They paused to look out at the villa. Gansey had made his way over to Blue’s perch, where they were conversing in quiet murmurs.

“What do you think Gansey’s favorite snack is?” Adam asked.

“Probably something foreign and snooty with a gross sounding name like digestive biscuits,” Ronan said immediately. “He’s a fucking weirdo. Who wants their snacks to help them digest? Snacks are supposed to make your stomach hurt. That’s how you know they’re working.”

Adam said, “Gimme some of those bagel chips.”

“No,” Ronan said with his mouth full. “Get your own bag.”

“Come on,” Adam insisted. “I just had a fight with Blue. Throw me a bone.”

“Definitely not my problem. I hope you haven’t come here for advice, man. I don’t know shit about girls.”

Adam looked at him, amused. “Not sure that’s something you should brag about in the year 2023.”

Ronan didn’t seem concerned. “Whatever. Come to me when you want advice on how to drive fast or suck dick.”

Adam crunched his chex mix. “Don’t need tips on either, thanks. Also they’re probably not particularly useful in this case.”

Ronan grinned wolfishly. “Well, I’m out of ideas. Pick her flowers, or something. I dunno, go hit up Gansey for your girl problems.”

They both looked back over to Gansey and Blue. The sight of their heads together stirred something unpleasant in Adam.

“So, no chance that you and he…” he started.

“Nope. Why, you worried he’s moving in on your territory?”

Yes. “No,” Adam said. They were silent for a moment, just watching. Blue said something that made Gansey laugh, his smile shining as brightly as the sun.

“Shame, though,” Adam mused.

Ronan snorted. “Tell me about it.”

Adam grabbed another handful of chex mix as he turned to leave. “Well. You have completely failed to make me feel better.”

But that was a lie. It felt nice to simply exist, to joke around, to have a conversation where he didn’t feel like his every word was being scrutinized. He did actually feel better by the end of it. Ronan looked like an asshole, and he sounded like an asshole, but Adam thought there might be something worth digging up underneath.

He decided to take Ronan’s throwaway advice seriously, too. The night before, he’d noticed something tucked away in the corner of one of the far villa walls while he was checking out their new digs. He walked over and ducked behind the nearby bench to investigate further.

Later that afternoon, Adam approached Blue.

“Can we talk?” he asked.

She looked up at him and nodded silently. He jerked his head in the direction of the wall.

“I have something to show you,” he said.

On the bench cushion lay a tiny bouquet of tiny blood-red flowers, tied together with a silky powder blue ribbon.

“I borrowed the ribbon from Liliana,” he confessed. “One of her hair...thingys.”

She picked the flowers up and ran a finger over the petals.

“They’re real,” she said, looking at him curiously. The villa spilled over with giant, blooming tropical flowers and creeping vines that looked great on camera, but were nothing more than cheap cloth and plastic up close.

He smiled at her confusion, and beckoned her over. “There’s a little bush right back here, in the corner. I think it’s native to the soil here. The producers probably overlooked it since it’s not in view of the cameras.”

She climbed on the seat to see where he was pointing. When she turned around again, she was smiling. She pressed the bouquet to her chin as she looked up at him.

“I love them.”

“I’m sorry for making it seem like you’re a…well...you know. Fast.”

The word he’d been searching for was slut, but he didn’t much feel like starting another argument when they weren’t even over the first one.

Blue blushed. “It’s not like there’s something wrong with that…” she trailed off.

“But it’s not you,” Adam finished. “I know that. I really did not mean to imply anything other than that I wanted to keep your privacy. If there’s ever anything to tell, it’s for you to say.”

She nodded. “Sorry for snapping. And—thank you.”

He smiled at her hesitantly, and his heart unclenched as she smiled back.

“We should keep an eye on this bush, yeah?” he asked. “Our own little gardening project.”

She nodded, happy again.

Phew. Crisis averted.

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Brittany @hateisland

Adam had to know not saying anything would blow up in his face, right? Is he evil or just stupid

james jones @doublejs

@hateisland Nah, the whole thing was Henry’s fault. He’s such a little instigator (affectionate)

Adam Parrish #1 Fan @parr1shw1fe

adam and ronan should couple up, did anyone else see the sparks? they’d be sooo hot together 😍

Brittany @hateisland

@parr1shw1fe girl they barely spoke to each other wtf are you talking about

Lizzie @ronseythetruth

it’s soo tragic that gansey refuses to admit he’s not straight 😔

[ontoheartache]

wip wednesday

tagged by @gayhoediaz 💖

They’re in their thirties now, living in LA far away from those little kids that they were, and she’s sitting at her brother’s bedside while a machine breathes for him, in a hospital that she knows the halls of much too well. They have a family now, a big one with more love than either of them have ever known before. Buck belongs to a lot of people now, but she likes to think that he still belongs to her a little more than the others. She knows when she looks at the other side of the bed where Eddie Diaz sits, face buried in his hands, that it isn’t quite the truth. It hasn’t been for some time.

Buck had been struck by lightning, but Maddie thinks that perhaps Eddie’s heart had stopped right along with Buck’s.

She wonders if it has ever restarted.

Eddie’s shoulders tremble, like the tremor of an earthquake. A tiny sound reaches her ears, like Eddie has bitten down on his lip to stifle a sob. When he violently scrubs at his eyes, she looks away, back down at her brother’s pale face.

No, Maddie thinks to herself, she doesn’t think it has.

Buck’s phone sits in a bag inside of Maddie’s purse. She considers turning it on for the first time in two days. Maybe her brother doesn’t quite belong to her fully anymore, but she knows a secret, and she thinks it just might bring a bit of light back to Eddie’s eyes. Buck would probably forgive her, if she said she’d done it for Eddie. He’d forgive anything done to make Eddie smile. If she’s honest, she’s curious about it all, too.

Buck had pulled her aside one day and pressed his phone into her hands. It was open to Spotify, and there were so many playlists, all with a name attached. Bobby, Hen, Chimney, Jee, Eddie, Chris, Maddie. He told her it was a secret, a project he’d started working on in therapy. Dr. Copeland had suggested that he make playlists to express his feelings, and he’d run with it. He wasn’t ready to show anyone, but he wanted her to know about it. Just in case, he’d said. He’d pointed to the one titled Christopher and told her Play that one first. Then he’d taken the phone back and stretched out his pinky, and she looped hers around his. She thinks she knows what he meant when he said just in case, but maybe this could be close enough.

Bobby walks in, rosary wrapped tight in his hands, and it makes the decision for her.

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Maddie is the last person out of Buck’s room that same night, and she isn’t surprised that their whole family is still sitting outside of the ICU doors. Every head turns in her direction when they hear her footsteps. Howie gives her a strange look when she doesn’t stop until she’s knelt in front of Christopher.

“Chris?” she says, soft and low. The boy lifts his eyes to hers, and something breaks in her chest when she sees how red and swollen they are. “Honey, I have something for you.”

“You do?” he asks. His voice is scratchy.

Maddie holds out her hand, waits for him to place his in hers. When he does, she flips it over and places Buck’s phone in his hand. “Buck told me one day that when the time was right, he wanted me to play this one first.” She points at the playlist she has pulled up, Chris’ name right at the top. His grip tightens on the phone when he sees it. “I don’t think he’d mind if we listened to it now, do you?”

For a second, Chris seems to hesitate. His eyes dart between Maddie’s and the phone screen, and then his features even out. He shakes his head. “No, I don’t think he’ll mind.”

He clicks on the first track, and Buck’s voice fills the room.

tagging: @lesbiankinard @buckstommy @buckttommy @canonbibuck and anyone who wants to 💖 sorry if you've already been tagged 💖

[diazsdimples]

Writing Patterns!

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Tagged by @exhuastedpigeon @wikiangela @cal-daisies-and-briars @rainbow-nerdss @tizniz @puppyboybuckley @spotsandsocks @thekristen999 @hippolotamus and @aroeddiediaz thank you loves!

Starting from most to least recent.

You've got me whipped (Explicit, 10.8k)

It had only been a matter of time, Eddie reflects, before Buck did something really stupid. He’s heard all about the days of Buck 1.0, where Buck was very much act first, think later, and Hen had given him a thorough retelling of how Buck had scaled a crane after Eddie had been shot, imminent sniper threat be damned, but this is the first time he’s seen Buck go completely, well, Buck, and put himself into an insane amount of danger.

In a drought I'll give you water (Explicit, 8.2k)

Eddie’s hanging out the washing when he notices it. Just for the record, it’s not like he regularly inspects Buck’s underwear, thank you very much, but he’d felt something tacky on the inside of the flimsy fabric when he’d been about to peg it up, and had investigated like any sane person would do.

Kilty Pleasures (Explicit, 8k)

When Eddie had suggested that he and Buck attend a Scottish festival he’d seen advertised, he hadn’t really expected Buck to take him up on the offer, much less turn up at home two days later with two kilts and a shit eating grin.

With you I'm home (Teen, 20.6k) - WIP

“Daddy.” “Hmmm, go t’ sleep, Aid.” “Daddy, up!” “Five more minutes.” “Up now, Daddy!”

Play me like a fiddle (Explicit, 34k) MY BELOVED MUSICIAN FIC

Eddie Diaz likes to think he is a strong man. Physically and mentally.

Buck's Baby (By Accident) (General, 119k)

Buck had just gotten off a long 24-hour shift and was finally relaxing on his couch, beer in hand and TV set to a station that showed crappy reality shows. The shift had been taxing, with the alarm going off all night for various medical calls and then a five-alarm fire that had taken a few hours to get under control. Bobby’s dinner had cheered him up a little and had gotten him through the drive home, but he’d been relieved to finally pull up in the parking lot of his apartment building. Buck had the next 3 days off and planned to spend those days doing as little as possible. He’d organised to meet Eddie and Christopher at the zoo the next day, but the meeting had been organised for late enough in the afternoon that he could sleep in. Hen was going on a brief holiday with Karen for their anniversary and Chimney had made it clear that he and Maddie were not to be disturbed as they were trying for a baby and apparently Maddie was in her fertile time. Buck screwed up his nose as he remembered how thrilled his brother-in-law had seemed at the idea of a weekend of sex with his sister. It was not something he needed to think of right now.

Fucking Finally (Finally Fucking) (Explicit, 3.9k)

The car ride to the hotel felt much longer than it was, mostly because Eddie was fighting the urge to shove his hands down Buck’s pants that second. It was clear Buck was fighting similar urges as he fidgeted in the passenger seat, glancing over at Eddie and biting his lip every so often. When they pulled into the parking lot, Eddie quickly grabbed an overnight back he’d stashed in the back seat.

Burning with Need (Explicit, 3.8k)

The hot July sun was beating down on Buck’s bare back as him and Eddie hiked through Franklin Canyon Park, enjoying one of the few days off that aligned for them. It was a weekday, so Christopher was at school and, being bored and childless, the two men had decided that a hike was exactly the right activity to pass the time. They’d driven through Beverly Hills to get to the bottom of the trails, wistfully staring at the lavish homes and comparing notes on what they’d buy for their family if they had that much money. Eddie, it seemed, went for the more understated homes, generally single story with a large backyard, whereas Buck was of the mind of the more rooms the better, picking out large sprawling mansions that Eddie claimed would be an absolute nightmare to clean.

In sickness and in health (General, 3.7k)

When Eddie woke up with a pounding headache and a nose full of snot, he knew he was fucked. He wasn’t generally one to get sick, something he put down to his immune system constantly getting small doses of exposure to viruses between his job and parenting an elementary-school aged child, but when he did fall ill, he fell hard. He blearily creaked open an eyelid, squinting as the morning light filled his room, and fumbled with his phone to switch off his alarm. Flopping against his pillows, Eddie let out a load groan which quickly transformed into a hacking cough. Deep down he knew there was no way he was going to manage to get to work that day but he pulled back the covers and pushed himself off the bed regardless. He barely got two steps before the room spun sickeningly and he had to grasp his dresser to keep himself upright. With a sigh, Eddie accepted defeat and dragged himself back to bed, pulling up Bobby’s number as he settled back against the pillows, wiping his nose with the back of his hand as he did so.

Your Hands on my Body (Explicit, 1.9k)

Buck stood under the cold blast of the shower in Eddie’s bathroom, willing his erection to subside. It was the first morning in 3 weeks of staying with his friend that he’d woken up with morning wood, all because of a dream he’d had about Eddie. Buck wasn’t usually one to have sexy dreams about his friends and this one had him unusually hot and bothered. He could feel his heartbeat pulsing in his groin as his erection jutted proudly out from his body. When he first got into the shower, Buck had had full intentions of drowning himself with cold water and willing his erection away, but it looked as though that wasn’t going to happen. It almost seemed that the more he tried to ignore it, the harder he got. He tried firmly to not think of Eddie but all he could see in his mind’s eye was Eddie in the ocean, water dripping from his torso, his swimming trucks delicately cradling his package in a way that made Buck’s mouth water.

My writing style has changed SO MUCH. I have 2 eras, the before Buck's Baby era and the after Buck's Baby era and I really learned how to 1. be more concise and 2. where the enter button on my keyboard was adkjhashkdj. Recently I've been going for short starting sentences it seems.

Tagging some mutuals if you want to do it!

@theotherbuckley @daffi-990 @watchyourbuck @disasterbuckdiaz @bucksbackwardcap @fortheloveofbuddie @jesuisici33 @steadfastsaturnsrings @wildlife4life @evanbegins @slightlyobsessedwitheverything @spagheddiediaz @kitteneddiediaz @elvensorceress @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @smilingbuckley @actuallyitsellie @epicbuddieficrecs @sunflowerdiaiz

[verladyweek]

DAY SEVEN: All things end, Dante. Even Verlady Week.

Verlady Nation, I am so happy to be a part of you and to have been a small part of this amazing event week. While the day is not quite over yet, it's getting late in my part of the world, and I want to take the opportunity to say a few things before we all give ourselves and each other a well-deserved pat on the back and say farewell to Verlady Week 2024.

First of all: Thank. You. To all of you. To each and everyone who left a like, shared a post, saw a post and forwarded it to their one (1) friend who they thought could maybe get a kick out of it. Thank you to everyone who has taken the time out of their day to hop over to AO3 and leave a kudos or even a comment on one of the (so far) EIGHTEEN! (pardon my excitement, but that number necessitates all-caps) wonderfully intriguing short stories that have been created for this week - and I know that there are still some stories in the works that are not quite done editing yet. To put this number into perspective, there are - as of the moment of me writing this post - 131 stories in the Lady/Vergil tag on AO3. Which means that almost 14% of all VL stories on AO3 were created in the span of this event week.

Like. You guys. Are beasts. And I say that with awe and adoration.

Thank you to everyone who shared a song - I made a Spotify playlist out of the suggestions and will share it in the masterpost I will compile sometime in the next week.

Thank you for sharing your headcanons and your personal thoughts regarding the intricacies of how you view Verlady's dynamic.

Thank you for all the funny memes! For the photo manipulations! For the renders! Thank you for sharing how Verlady has influenced your real life in small ways, like tiny heart/cheeks on your fingernail.

And I know that was already a very long section of "first of all", but I just wanted to add one last thing:

Thank you so much for every single person who has started a project inspired by this event, regardless of whether you actually finished and shared it or not! All I ever hoped for, was that people would find ways to enjoy this ship and maybe even engage with each other, and I am so happy to say that you have literally made my whole week, I am completely blown away by all of your hard work and the love and support you show each other.

You can still share any works you have not finished yet, a week from now, a month from now, a year from now, it doesn't matter, I got you. Just yell at me give me a ping and I'll reblog your post and add you to the masterlist!

If I have - for whatever reason - NOT reblogged a post you made for this event, please reach out to me! I am so sorry. I promise it was a genuine mistake on my part. I check the event tag regularly, but I might have missed a post or two by accident.

Now, second of all: some of you have already expressed that they would like to see this event return, and I absolutely 100% agree. Next Verlady Week will run from September 8th to September 14th 2025 - and if you happen to have the time or energy for a side hustle, there's always VXLENTINE'S DAY 2025 on February 14th.

Before I go into more detail about the latter, I want to talk about the former for just one more second: I will post a link to a Google form sometime next week, allowing you to anonymously suggest prompts that you'd like to explore or see others explore for Verlady Week 2025. I actually have this huge mountain of unused prompts leftover from brainstorming this year's event, but if any of you have any unfinished WIPs and you think that "oh well, maybe participating in next year's event is that final push of Motivation(TM) I need to finally finish this", then please, toss a fitting suggestion my way and I will do my best to include it. Or if there is any concept you've always wanted to explore with Vergil and Lady, just yell at me over on Google Forms, or in my DMs (@verladyweek or @kintsugicore) or just write a frenzied post here on Tumblr one morning, explaining in excruciating detail how you are haunted by visions of Vergil accidentally becoming a stripper and Lady running into him on her friend's bachelorette party and I will probably nod in agreement and mutter "I bet that is all just one of Dante's elaborate ploys to do the And Now Kiss(TM) with them" and add something like Striptease to the prompt sheet.

There will not be any prompt voting because VXLENTINE'S taught me that there are certain limitations to how well I can restructure my RL to allow me pockets of time to organize forms and polls and put together necessary graphics, etc. But as of now, I don't think voting is necessary. Verlady nation is tiny, and if any of you want to suggest any prompts (would love ideas for any misc. prompts, tbh!), I think it will be easy to fit at least one suggested prompt per person into next year's prompt sheet!

Now. VXLENTINE'S! I am so so sorry that I didn't manage to put together a poll or a prompt post yet. To simplify the process of choosing the next prompt, I have decided to show you the suggestions I received and explain which suggestion I chose to use and why.

Now, different first meeting is the one person who left empty-handed, but I have decided to carry that prompt over to Verlady Week 2025 instead (so, there's your first prompt, ha!)

VXLENTINE'S DAY 2025 will have the prompt "Sweet Surprise" because I felt it checked the most boxes for prompts suggested. It can be made to fit for a gift, but also for a blind date or first date or any of the other things person #2 suggested, really. Technically, depending on how you envision that Different First Meeting, it could probably work for that one, too.

I will make a proper announcement post for next year's VXLENTINE'S DAY when the dust has settled for a bit and we've all had time to read through everyone's wonderful contributions to Verlady Week and the stress we may have experienced the past few days no longer feels as draining. (And again, you were all so amazing! You did so well! You've put the D in Dedication.)

To close out this already very long post: Verlady Nation is probably among the tiniest little fringe existences in this fandom. It was so nice to be a little louder than we usually are. Thank you again, so much. I hope to see you again in February, and maybe September 2025!

Godspeed and keep on shipping!

[serenityhime1]

WIP Friday

I'm going ahead and making a WIP post for the next chapter in the LSIP, because I'm too excited over the release of the second part of One More Time to contain myself and I know I'll wind up posting the next chapter this weekend.

The next song in the album is You Don't Know What You've Got. It's a sad song about not appreciating life before it's taken away from you. It was written by Mark (and others) about his experience with Lymphoma and talks about the experience of being left, more or less, waiting to die. It's very emotionally charged.

Another day in the life You can't look me in the eye There's nothing left you could say It wouldn't help anyway This poison skin you can't touch Go on without me, my love No kiss to send you away It wouldn't help anyway You don't know what you've got You don't know what you've got You don't know what you've got 'Til it's almost gone You don't know what you've got You don't know what you've got You don't know what you've got 'Til it's over

As I'm sure you can imagine, this song parallels an equally important moment in the Vegebul timeline.

One man, standing alone, facing mortality.

[vivifriend]

WIP Wednesday

Was tagged by the lovely @hircines-hunter, @dirty-bosmer, and @thequeenofthewinter. Thank you. 💖💖💖

It's rather late, so I'll do just the general; if you're working on something and want to share, please do tag me. I love reading what people are working on. 💖💖

Didn't think I'd have anything to share this week. A werewolf story has consumed my brain the past couple days. But! I finally started on my whumptober. This is from Day 1. Sirnya, my Altmer Vestige, who will one day get involved with Miraak, is in a bit of a fix.

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"Time's ticking Vestige, you'd best hurry to track him down. Who knows what will become of him otherwise."

Trying to block out the voice, Sirnya threw herself forward, stumbling over rocky, icy ground, scrambling toward the road she swore had existed the last time she was here. Her robes caught on another rock, tearing, fingers and legs bloodied from another stumble. She pushed onward, determined to reach Bastian before Bal could get bored of him.

Still. If closed her eyes, she could still feel the sun beating down on her back if she concentrated on it. Could still hear Bastian's laugh as he sorted through her book pack, his gentle teasing over why she had two copies of 'Folly of Fixation.' 

The Worm Cultists had taken them off guard. Had used the dense trees surrounding their camp to get closer than they should have. It was the second time she'd been captured by them. And the memories of Mannimarco's blade from her first encounter burned in her mind. But there was no blade this time. And now in Coldharbour; no Lyris to give her hope. Not even a hint of Cadwell. 

Yet, even so, somehow, she'd broken out of the cell. Somehow, she'd pushed through the initial areas of bleak stone, and empty-eyed prisoners. And she found herself here, in this desolate cold wasteland, fog curling constantly around her feet, searching for Bastian, taunted by Molag Bal about his status as his prisoner.

His voice echoed in her skull and she snarled at it. "I fought you once. I can do it again."

Laughter rumbled through her. "You only prevailed because of who was on your side. Never forget that, little Vestige. And now that you've got your soul back. What will you pay to keep it?"

"I am beholden to Hermaeus Mora," she spat. "I do not fear your methods."

"Made a study of them, have you?" he asked. "Then you know exactly what your precious companion is facing."

[afterdarkprincess]

Beginner's Guide to Afterdarkprincess's Fanfics

Thank you so much @crxssjae for the tag!! 💖

intro: Hi I'm Taylor, but you can call me Tay (she/her), I'm 30 and I've been writing and reading fics for a very long time but only starting sharing them on tumblr and AO3 in the last year!

pairings: Samijey of course!! 💕 Along with Ambrolleigns (and any combination of those three) LA Knight/JD McDonagh, Jey/Cody, The Wargames Polycule lol, Zowens, and many others 😅

warnings: Oh so many lmao- the Majority of my fics are Explicit/18+ with sexual themes, all of them are tagged appropriately, read at your own discretion

where to start?

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my first fic: First WWE fic is Aftershocks, a Samijey fic set in the aftermath of Summerslam

my longest fic: That would be my current WIP Devil's in the Details (But You've Got a Friend in Me) which is an AU where Sami gets injured before he can betray Roman and the Bloodline. Jey assists in his recovery, slowburn friends to lovers. Currently sitting at right around 30k words.

my shortest fic: Sweet Like Justice a short lil Samijey ficlet inspired by the events at Crown Jewel when Sami stole Damien's briefcase

my most popular fic: my most kudos'd fic is Aftershocks, but tangled up with you all night (burning it down) is a very close second, a Ambrolleigns fics where 2012 Shield Era Seth meets 2023 Tribal Chief and Jon Moxley.

my personal fave fic: ... it's Ours - a Bloodline/Sami gangbang fic that was pure self indulgence. Readers beware it is VERY explicit.

About Me!

I am bi/pansexual, love anime, music, and wrestling obv. I've only been watching WWE for about a year, but it's completely taken over my life and rekindled my love of writing!

I've spent the last year really working on myself, getting into yoga, growing my confidence and making lots of new friends, so many of which I've gotten to know on here in our lovely little wrestling community 💘

Y'all are the absolute best and ILY ALL SO MUCH!!

tagging: I've actually seen a few people do these already so if you've done it already sorry lol BUT I'm tagging @feelschicken @elementaldoughnut12 @jeyuwuso @jeysbvck @harmshake @southerngirl41 @little-jey @theninthwonder @imabillyami and anyone else who wants to!

[drarrypotterrenaissance]

So, my goal this year was to post at least one fic a month. This is not an unreasonable goal, as I have dozens of finished or very-nearly-finished fics in my WIPs folder. However, writing fic and posting fic are two very different activities for me, and so I literally waited until 6 minutes before the end of February to post anything this month. I have written a bunch of fics for the amazing @hdcandyheartsfest, and I am going to make myself upload all of them, in chaptered installments, to this fic on ao3. (They can all be enjoyed on their own though!)

(If I don't update fast enough, please poke me! My irl bestie and my therapist are both so good about reminding me to share my work, but that doesn't mean I listen all the time 🙃 I'm hoping that maybe the 1,954th reminder might finally do it...)

Second Date

On their second date, Draco gives Harry a bottle of Felix Felicis, thrusting it across the table with far less ceremony or poise than Harry would have ever expected from a Malfoy, muttering something about it not being traditional to give gifts on a second date, but it was finished brewing, so…

"Draco! This is amazing! Did you brew it yourself?" Harry asks, clearly not put-off by this breach of second-date-protocol, if perhaps a little overwhelmed.

"Yes, well, you mentioned that you had used the bottle you won from Slughorn for doing Dumbledore's bidding and ensuring your friends weren't killed by my idiocy, so I thought that perhaps you should also have a bottle for your own enjoyment."

Draco's voice is far too prim, in the way it only gets when he's spectacularly nervous, and Harry's heart squeezes with something far too much like love for this early in the relationship.

"I mentioned that ages ago."

"Felix Felicis takes six months to brew, I couldn't have gotten it to you a moment sooner. Hence the poor timing, I suppose."

Harry can't believe how endeared he is to that snotty little sneer.

"I'm not the one who's stuck up on traditional courting etiquette, Malfoy. I don't care that you've brought me a gift on our second date, I just wish I could have gotten you something too."

Draco starts to brush that last comment off, but Harry interrupts him.

"Wait, this isn't some sort of apology, is it? We've already cleared the air and then some, and you know I wouldn't be here with you tonight if there was still anything from the past standing between us. You don't need to atone for anything with me."

Draco scowls.

"No, it's not an apology."

At Harry's suspicious frown, he presses on, "Alright, it may have been one in the beginning, when I first started brewing it. But I still couldn't believe we were friends then, that you could be so nice to me and forgive me - yes, Potter, I know I "put the work in" as you so often say, but even still - and I just felt so sad for who you were when you were sixteen. You had so few good things, and it seemed like all of them were taken from you, or twisted for the War, and I wanted to go back in time and fix that. But, of course, I couldn't, so, I made you Felix Felicis instead, to sort of replace what Dumbledore and I had both taken from you. I just,"

He looks up from his hands, where he has been fidgeting with the tablecloth the whole time he's been speaking, and Harry isn't sure he can hold any more love in his heart; this is it, his future is fixed on this man and he can't do anything about it, even if he wanted to, "I wanted you to have something nice. Something just for you."

Harry can't help it then. He leans over the table, takes Draco's face between his hands, and kisses him.

Read on Tumblr: Part 1,2, 3, 4

Read on ao3

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @captain-hen @anxieteandbiscuits @lemonzestywrites @forthewolves @king-buckley @hippolotamus @watchyourbuck @shitouttabuck @lover-of-mine @thewolvesof1998 @heartshapedvows @jesuisici33 @hoodie-buck @wikiangela @monsterrae1 @exhuastedpigeon

thank you all! sorry it took me so long to do this <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

13

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

582,638

3. What fandoms do you write for?

only 911 at first but now i have a fringe fic and a wolfsong fic in the works

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

there's always been a rainbow hangin' over your head (eddie comes out to buck and to be supportive buck buys eddie a very gay mug)

today i live for a single drop of you (5 times buck dreams about sucking eddie's cock and 1 time he actually gets to do it)

when the violence causes silence (set after 6x10, eddie dealing with the aftermath of the lightning strike and working out how to confess his feelings)

we live and breathe words (buck finds eddie's poetry and realizes eddie is in love with him and decides to do something about it)

slowly getting sober from the taste of your skin (pwp, threesome between buck, eddie, and evil doctor buck)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i do! at least, i do my best, i know sometimes i get the notification and look away and completely forget asdfghjkll, but i love responding and weeping about my gratitude

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

ummm all of my fics have happy endings sooooo i don't have an answer for this

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

ummm maybe red life might stream again because eddie and buck went through a lot of shit in that fic so i made it my mission to give them the happiest and sappiest ending possible

8. Do you get hate on fics?

i have been very lucky in that i haven't

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

oh yes i do. and i suppose it's very emotional and sappy smut. i do try to balance filthy and sweet

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

never written one

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to me knowledge

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope

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

me and @elvensorceress started writing a s2 rewrite where shannon lives that i absolutely adore, it's taken a bit of a backburner but it lives forever in my heart. also me and @spaceprincessem plan on writing one that im sure will be so very self-indulgent

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

gotta be buddie (though polivia from fringe is a close second)

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

im not sure. i plan on getting all of my wips done at some point and i don't really think there is one that i won't (at least not at this point)

16. What are your writing strengths?

descriptions i think. i can paint a pretty picture and definitely have flowery purple prose. and a lot of people have told me i am good at characterization which i always worry about but am glad to hear that's it's something im good at even if i doubt it

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i cannot shut up. everything i write is so lengthy even when it doesn't need to be. being succinct definitely isn't my strong suit. and uhh i struggle with writing dialogue because i will get lost in the character's headspace and forget people are supposed to be talking

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

i absolutely love it though i don't do it often because i get nervous about it. thankfully i have friends that i can ask if i am unsure about something and im trying to get more comfortable doing it

19. First fandom you wrote for?

supernatural

20. Favourite fic you've written?

gotta be to you i'm just a man (to me you're all i am) because i put my heart and soul into that fic and i really loved delving into the 118's dynamic and everyone's relationship with buck and creating new circumstances for eddie and buck to fall in love

no pressure tagging (and sorry if you've already been tagged) @elvensorceress @spaceprincessem @bvckandeddie @colonoscopys @housewifebuck @prettyboybuckley @rogerzsteven @paranoidbean @911onabc @honestlydarkprincess @bigfootsmom @try-set-me-on-fire @bucks118 @devirnis @giddyupbuck @disasterbuckdiaz @transboybuckley @rewritetheending @eddiediaztho @callaplums

[fulcrumstardust]

Please tell us more about "So glad we almost made it" (& is this from the line from "everybody wants to rule the world" or just a coincidence?)

YES absolutely! I loooove this verse:

There's a room where the light won't find you Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down When they do I'll be right behind you So glad we've almost made it So sad we had to fade it

(peak angst)

anyway! I had this wip for YEARS (uh), it's all over the place scenes half finished here and there. Basically Cassian is presumed KIA until he's not. Jyn learns that he's been (allegedly) captured while undercover and sent to a mining asteroid. Nobody knows who he is there.

Now for context it's the thick of the war and politics are just ~shit~ for the Alliance, stealing content from Mr Freed where they have to buy the freedom of slaves from terrible people etc. Anyway. A rescue mission is underway, keep in mind they aren't sure Cassian is actually alive. And Jyn obviously joins in (after threatening Melshi).

The diplomatic way isn't fast enough for her so she infiltrates the prison herself, finds Cassian who's dying from septicemia and tries her hardest to get him out. spoiler alert, it does not end well.

angsty preview 🔥 (in case you need more whump, cw: injury etc)

���I'm looking for the Starbreaker's crew,” she asked around, briefly kneeling beside strangers. “Heard anything?”

Empty faces shook their heads silently as Jyn went through the groups of prisoners sitting on the dusty ground. “Starbreaker's crew? No?”

She attracted curious stares, but no one found the courage to inquire on the matter. Those people had been here for weeks, months maybe, they had no energy to spare for an obsessive woman asking questions about a lost ship.

Moving towards the back of the underground prison, Jyn caught the profile of a man that seemed painfully familiar in the oppressive darkness. “Cassian?” she called with sickening hope, only to let her hand fall back when she realized it wasn't him.

Jyn stood up and scanned the dark room, asphyxiated by her internal fears. What if he wasn't here? What then? What will she do now that she was locked up with a bunch of prisoners in this shithole of a planet? Talk about a flawed plan…

Barely keeping her brain from freezing in panic, Jyn didn't notice the person following her—until a young voice startled her from her existential dread. “You're looking for Cassian?”

Jyn flung around. “Yes,” she said, facing a dark-haired boy that couldn't be much older than twelve. “You've seen him?”

The boy nodded and Jyn forgot all of her following questions, her face suddenly burning from anxiety. Cassian's here. He’s alive.

She quickly walked into the footsteps of this stranger as he gestured for her to follow.

Behind a curved wall, laying on the ground under a dirty rag, Jyn discovered the silhouette of an unconscious man. She kneeled in a hurry, her mind trying to reconcile her memories of him with the brutal reality. For a shameful amount of seconds, she wanted to say: no, that's not him. But it was. Ish’ka… it was.

Jyn cupped his face between shaky hands, feeling the burn of a feverish skin under her touch. His eyes were rimmed by dark circles, the hollow of his cheeks eaten away by a full-grown beard. She could barely tell if he was breathing and, when she checked, found that his pulse was weak and shallow.

Cassian looked beyond miserable. He looked like a dying man.

“Cassian,” she called in vain, “can you hear me?”

“Careful,” the boy told her with a protective stance. Jyn decided to pay him some more attention for his tone alone. When she looked at him with a questioning gaze, he pointed toward Cassian’s legs. “He’s got a bad injury.”

Jyn had seen plenty of bad.

It didn't even begin to describe the horror of what she discovered under that smelling sheet. Blood drained from her face with a gush of nausea. She tried her best not to gag at the sight of the wound, fear in her guts. She could only imagine; Cassian had taken a blaster shot to the lower leg, or maybe caught the explosion of a mine—not a direct impact, a bursting of heat that caused the skin to implode.

It would have taken long enough to heal, had he been able to access medicare immediately. The non-treatment only led to an infection of the damaged tissues, coloring the surrounding skin with a contrasting dark color, and inviting more bacteria to feast on the scene. Jyn could almost smell it over the putrid odor of that place. She feared the infection had passed into his bloodstream already.

“I tried to clean it,” the boy said with a shy voice, “but here…”

Jyn tried to focus her mind on him long enough to reply. Although she knew nothing about him, he seemed genuinely distraught by Cassian’s condition, which pierced through the walls of blind terror surrounding Jyn's heart.

“I'm sure you did your best,” she said and touched his arm. “What's your name?”

“Horizon, ma'am. People call me Hoz.”

“Thank you, Hoz.”

The boy lowered his voice hesitantly, glancing around with a frown as if he was about to deliver sensitive intel. “Are you… Jyn?”

Her eyebrows draw higher with careful hesitation. She considered the surprising possibility that Cassian had made friends with the boy—which was somewhat out of character... or telling her everything she needed to know about Hoz.

“Did he tell you about me?”

The boy shrugged. “He didn't tell your name at first… only that he needed to go home. But sometimes, he calls for a Jyn, so I figured…”

She felt like someone had punched her in the guts. “How long since you last talked with him?”

“It's been… a couple of days, ma'am. Are you here to get us free? The… Alliance?”

“I’m going to get you out.” Jyn promised. She lowered her face so she could whisper to Cassian in turn: “I'm going to get you home. It's almost over. Stay with me.”

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HEART WITHOUT BEAT: Chapter Four

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Reader

Notes: Cof cof* I got slightly carried away with this chapter. I wasn't going to end where it did, but if I kept going, the chapter would get VERY big! And big chapters are tiring to check for possible mistakes (if with 2k words I already make a lot of mistakes 🥲). So, let's leave more angst for next time! This chapter was more to introduce your new life, your current relationship with the Sullys; the way you had to mature and how you are dealing with past events. Well, it will be better built up next time, I promise!

Summary: Time passed, you grew up, and a new life began.

Warnings: Injuries, blood, a little anguish.

Word Count: 4,8k

Yawntutsyìp (n) - Dear; little loved one

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Time has no mercy. It will always be in constant 'motion', advancing its seconds, minutes, hours… and all we are left with are memories. Memories of things that have already happened and will never come back.

Memories of good and bad times. They should be enough to overcome the feeling of longing. The constant need to relive what has long ended.

As painful as it may be, those who are gone will only continue to exist as long as you keep thinking about them. And remembering moments that will never come again is certainly something that hurts more than a thousand needles piercing the flesh.

In the end, everyone will have to grow up. And as you mature, the dark will no longer be your worst nightmare. With responsibilities, the weight of life is finally crushing on your shoulders.

And if you are not strong enough, you will be your own worst enemy.

Years passed and, as the inevitable, you grew up. You were now the best warrior of your age, or nearly so. You were second only to Neteyam, but not an absolute loss, since you didn't have a glaring difference in skills.

You have become more agile, more consistent with your own movements; your aim with bow and arrow has become exceptional and your hand-to-hand combat is fluid. Jake has certainly taken great pride in your evolution, and you are happy to make him happy.

After your mother's death, Jake and Neytiri became almost like father figures to you. They welcomed you with the greatest love they could provide. They cared for you, held you through nightmare nights, and were thrilled to see your development. You were lucky to have them.

And it is because of this trust that you have built up with them over all these years, that now, as a warrior, you are on your first direct contact mission with the People of Heaven.

You, Neteyam and Lo'ak have been tasked with being aerial observers. Stay on the lookout in case some strange flying machine came close to the place where the warriors were looting the equipment. That was the initial plan.

But you live with the Sully family, and if there's one thing you've learned over all these years…it's how extremely difficult they can be to deal with.

"Bro, we have to go there", Lo'ak said, nodding his head down to where several Na'vi were gathering weapons and ammo.

"No chance, Dad will skin us-", Neteyam didn't even finish his speech before you walked in on the middle of the conversation with a not at all happy expression on your face.

"Lo'ak, don't be an imbecile and just follow the orders laid down."

It may have sounded rude, but you were used to treating each other like that. You were best friends after all. However, no matter how much you loved Lo'ak and his exploitative ways, you hated the way he often acted recklessly. So you and Neteyam were always there to put his head on straight. But sometimes it wasn't enough.

"What are you two afraid of? Aren't you two the best warriors? Don't be cowards." The second question came out as a taunt. It was typical of Lo'ak.

You didn't blame him for being jealous of the visibility his brother, and even you, received. Lo'ak also wanted to be seen, to be praised. And well, many saw him, but the preoccupation of the constant war just didn't allow that to be shown in the right way. Lo'ak was like a neglected child. He felt alone just as you did before you met him. That was why he was so special to you.

You didn't like many of Jake's attitudes, but you knew that some of them were necessary.

Death in war has no age. Much less does she expect a child to grow up to be able to deal with such situations. So there are just different sides of the story, not who is more wrong.

It turns out that regardless of the case, choices have consequences.

"Lo'ak, don't make me repeat- Lo'ak!!", you hissed at him and then growled in indignation as you saw that Neteyam came down right behind Lo'ak toward the ground. You felt like you were taking care of babies. "What the hell!"

Instead of following them too, you continued flying overhead to keep an eye on the 'aircraft', as Jake instructed you. If you were going to protect them, it was best to do it the smart way.

Despite that, you never took your eyes off the two down there. Her ear twitched as she realized that Lo'ak had a weapon in his hands, with Neteyam at his side, probably trying to convince him to come back. You would have continued watching if not for incoming enemy reinforcements.

You would promptly go to alert Jake of the approach, but just as the object located you, it began firing in your direction. "Shit."

You started flying with agility, making fluid movements but also abrupt to divert the shots toward you. There was a moment then that you finally got an opening to finally press the communication device on your neck. Not that it was very useful now, Jake probably had noticed the new drive.

"Jake, new vehicles in the sky!"

Jake's response wasn't long in coming, but he certainly wasn't happy: "I already know! Why the delay with the message? You guys need to report it right away, dammit!"

You unconsciously flinched a bit, "I'm sorry, sir...", you didn't have time to apologize before new shots came your way. Catching the sound of an explosion in the distance, you prayed that Neteyam and Lo'ak had long since left and were safe.

Even with her agile movements, one of the shots ended up grazing her thigh. It wasn't a fatal wound, but it certainly cut deep. You winced at the painful sensation of the cut, but relaxed a little when you realized that they finally managed to explode and bring down the aircraft.

You noticed that Jake was taking off again, with an extra body in his Ikran. Lo'ak was flying behind him with his head down, looking shaken. You startled slightly when a deep, angry voice reached your ears through the headphones: "Back off. Let's go back to base."

You arrived shortly after Jake and Neytiri landed. You had trouble getting off your Ikran. Her thigh throbbed. You could feel your heart beating in the place of the wound, the blood trickling down to your foot. You winced, but you weren't sure if it was from the impact with the ground or the way Jake looked like he was going to rip your heads off. Lo'ak and Neteyam were already in formation, it wouldn't be good if you took longer.

"What did I order you to do? What were your duties?? Hm?!", Jake paced back and forth staring at the two in front of him, turning around only when he realized you had arrived.

"We're supposed to be watching-"

"Right. Watching. At a distance!", he growled, "I send the geniuses to war and you disobey direct orders! God."

Kiri and Tuk soon arrive at the location as well. Kiri going directly to his older brother to analyze his bruises and Tuk going into Neytiri's arms.

"Kiri, go help your grandmother with the injured, please." Jake tried to throw her off. He wasn't finished with his scolding, not anytime soon were his children going to escape.

But Kiri, not happy with the proposal, just countered: "Father, my brother is injured."

"Tuk, go with her. Come on, both of you." Rolling her eyes, Kiri huffed out of there. Tuk followed closely behind, she hated to see her brothers hurt, but most of all, her father fighting with them. She hated that Lo'ak had to get into trouble.

You were glad that Kiri hadn't seen her wound as well, since it was a little behind her thigh, a place her vision couldn't reach. She probably wouldn't have left the scene if she had known.

"Sir, I take full responsibility-"

"Yes, you do. You must. You are the eldest, you should act like it."

Her ears flattened against her head at the harsh words. Not knowing what to do, you looked down at the floor. Neteyam was not to blame for anything that had happened. He didn't deserve that reprimand, much less that all that responsibility was placed on his shoulders.

You noticed how Lo'ak was also cowering, the only thing you wanted now was to hug him and tell him everything was fine. Everything would be fine.

Jake looked at you now, making you flinch. "You did well not to go with the idiots. Someone needs to follow orders here." What should have been a compliment was more like a stab through her heart. Would Lo'ak and Neteyam be mad at you for getting attention even in this situation? You didn't want that.

Your leg was going numb from the blood loss and you wanted to scream from the pain. It stung, badly. As a warrior you were supposed to endure it. As a living being you wanted to cry. The whole situation was frustrating. It all could have been avoided. You wanted to hit Lo'ak for his recklessness – but how much of it was your fault?

You were in a war. Any one of you could get hurt; the perimeter where battles take place is in constant danger. But it was certain that there were things that could be avoided.

You nodded at Jake's statement, and when he finally looked away, you finally relaxed your shoulder. But only for an instant. You let out a low, pained groan. The burning in your leg was becoming unbearable at this point.

Neytiri who was nearby, opening her mouth to warn her husband of the fact that her son was indeed bleeding, immediately fell silent. She promptly turned her head towards you and looked for the reason for her discomfort.

She took a few steps towards you quickly, alerted to your status. "Yawntutsyìp? What happened?"

You backed up a little. Damn. Neytiri would be worried and you would surely get a scolding. "It's nothing, really-", your words were invalidated as soon as Neytiri saw the cut on your leg.

You noticed his face of astonishment and fear. Her ears twitched and her tail was wagging restlessly behind her, showing her instant stress. "Silly child! Why didn't you tell me you were hurt??"

Jake focused attention on you again at her mate's words. He looked down at the wound on her thigh and his frown deepened. Neteyam was alarmed and Lo'ak confused. Would he feel even more guilty knowing you're hurt too? It wasn't his fault, it was his lack of skills.

The domino effect. It's hard to keep everyone satisfied.

"It's not-", you thought to again deny the seriousness of the situation – even though it really wasn't an emergency. But you thought better of it, swallowed and just said the truth: "It was that aircraft. I tried to swerve, but one of the shots ended up grazing me."

"And why did you just keep quiet? You should have said, don't be quiet when you're hurt!" Neteyam boiled over. He wasn't angry directly at you, but at himself for not noticing. He was angry that he had left you alone, and frustrated that you had hidden it. You just looked away from him; you wouldn't have a good argument now.

Jake snorted at the impending stress. His head was throbbing from the sequence of events, and his mood was definitely not the best. Looking at Neytiri, who was already giving him a firm look, as if to tell him to say something about his actions, Jake looked away half-heartedly, and said, "Dismissed. Both of you, go heal."

Jake ordered Lo'ak to stay behind; he still had some words for him. But you were no longer there to listen, you just hoped Lo'ak would be okay. Neytiri was accompanying you and Neteyam, one of her hands meeting firmly on your shoulder. She would surely have scolded you more if it hadn't been for the fact that Jake had already done enough.

Your leg was more painful now, so you were limping much more. Neteyam approached you, took your arms and put you over his shoulder, while he supported you from behind. "Lean your weight on me."

You didn't want his help. Not out of pride but because he was hurt too. He should worry more about himself. "You shouldn't exert yourself, you have big cuts on your back." You took a break. "What happened?"

"Explosion." It was the only thing he said and you didn't insist anymore.

Upon arriving and entering Mo'at's tent, Neytiri helped you to a seat, while Neteyam stepped aside to sit across from his grandmother. Kiri promptly went to get more herbs to grind and help her grandmother with the dressings. Not even a few minutes later Lo'ak arrived at the tent as well, along with Spider.

Kiri was in charge of taking care of you while your grandmother was taking care of Neteyam beside you. You were happy, Kiri was good at using medicine that didn't burn as much.

"Eywa. What a nasty cut", she grimaced as she said. You laughed at her mocking face. If Kiri wasn't sincere with her words (which she actually was in many situations), her facial expression spoke for itself.

Neteyam tried to get a better look at his wound, but he was interrupted by the burning sensation on his back. He also wanted Kiri to tend to his injuries. Not that he disliked his grandmother's care, but she was sometimes too rough. "Ow. Ow. Ow!"

"Hold still. Stop moving around so much", Mo'at pressed more ointment into Neteyam's cuts, causing him to complain even more. You laughed and he looked crookedly at you.

Lo'ak who was standing next to Neteyam watching his brother suffer through recovery, was laughing at his situation. "Own, the baby wants a kiss?"

Kiri rolled her eyes and walked away from you momentarily, only to pick up another grinding tool. "I would use yalna bark."

"Huh? And who is Tsahik?", Mo'at countered. She could be very difficult at times, and Kiri was frustrated by that.

"You, Grandma. Turns out yalna bark would burn less." Kiri came back to you and approached her wound. She got some of the ointment on her fingers, slowly and carefully she applied it to her wound.

You shivered slightly. It clearly didn't burn as much as Neteyam's looked like it was burning. But it still caused a numbness.

You looked outside the tent as a distraction. Neytiri had long since left the tent and left you and Neteyam for the necessary care. Now she found herself crouched beside Jake talking about something. They looked serious and shaken.

It broke your heart. You hated to see them sad. You would do anything, anything at all, to make each of those people important to you happy.

Her ear wilted a little. Kiri just assumed it was because of the bruise, but Neteyam noticed her melancholy. He followed her gaze and understood her sadness. He did not want to disappoint his parents in any way. He works hard every day to make them proud. Then he felt guilty when it happened.

It was all so difficult.

After finally finishing the healing session, her wound was patched up nicely with a bandage wrapped around it to protect it. It had been a while since you left Mo'at's hut, now you were sitting on one of the tallest rocks in High Camp. You enjoyed hanging out there, watching the eclipse, observing all the beautiful flora that made up your planet, your home.

Breathing in the fresh air of the new night, your heart was soothed by the tranquility. Today was a full, tiring day. Constantly dealing with wars wore her down, even if today was her first time in the field. The adrenaline of everyone around her, the tension that overwhelms her clan. It's all very suffocating.

Growing up was good. You learned new things, understood the true meaning of things. You become freer, in a way. But it's also scary. Growing up you get new responsibilities, new decisions to make. It is oppressive in many cases.

Sometimes your only wish was to go back to being a child again.

Where you would be lying next to Neytiri, listening to the incredible stories of your past life. Where Jake would run after you like an imaginary monster, even though you were a little too big for that…

Or even the time your mother was here.

You missed her so, so much. Missing your affection, your hugs, your tender kisses. The loving way she cared for you and was always there to help you. The sound of her laugh, the way her nose crinkled up when she was angry.

You miss every moment with your mother. It was painful and often you felt alone because of it. Even though Jake and Neytiri were always there to tell you that everything was okay. You were loved.

Her eyes filled with tears at the feeling of longing. Being alone in these moments was good precisely because of that, you could release some of this oppressed hurt inside you.

But then your ear was able to hear a thud close to you. You were startled and quickly began to dry your tears in case it was someone. But you already sensed the presence right next to you, if the person had noticed you well enough, they would have known that you were crying.

The person silently sat down to the side. You kept your head down, away from the figure's gaze, but that made it impossible for you to know who was beside you.

A few seconds passed in silence. Just the nocturnal sound of the forest covering the environment, calming everyone's hearts. You were able to hear a silent sigh before finally hearing the individual's voice. Her ear perked up at the sound.

"Are you okay?"

You didn't answer the question, too embarrassed that he saw you in that situation. Neteyam was always perceptive when it came to those close to you with negative emotions.

But beyond that. He knew when you were in a state of distress. When you were suffering from your inner demons. You were grateful that he was kind enough to help you, but you were frustrated to be caught in such a vulnerable state. In your mind, it was shameful.

Having received no answers, Neteyam cleared his throat and directed his gaze at you. "Does anything else hurt?"

"No. Kiri did a good job", you replied simply. If you continued with your silence, Neteyam would make sure you were okay before leaving you alone again. He was difficult sometimes.

"May I ask why you are crying?" The question came out as a simple, soothing whisper, a whisper where only you were able to hear.

To be honest, it was not the first time that Neteyam had found you in such a delicate state. Just as it was not new that he comforted you every time.

Turns out you felt like a nuisance. Just one more problem to deal with in an environment that was already upset because of the various responsibilities. Neteyam already had a lot to deal with: his training as an Olo'eyktan, caring for his younger brothers, his development as a warrior... you didn't want to be a hindrance anymore.

So you suffered in silence. Alone. But it was really impossible to escape Neteyam's doe eyes. He would always know when you were distressed, in need of support. He knew that although you pretended to be a mighty warrior, without weaknesses, you were as fragile as any other child.

And Neteyam didn't blame you for that. You had been through a lot in your life, in your childhood. So he did his best to make you understand that you were no longer a burden on his back. He took care of you because he cared. Neteyam hated to see you in this state.

"I don't…", you sighed, "Same old same old. I just miss my mother."

You still had your head down, refusing to meet Neteyam's gaze. But he was already looking at your face in profile, from the moment you started talking. Lately you've noticed how his gaze has lingered a little longer on your features. You assumed it to be more concern, so you didn't think too much.

Neteyam slowly raised his arm and rested his hand on your neck, near the nape of your neck, giving a little pressure in place. You tensed under the sudden touch, but it lasted only an instant. You soon relaxed at the warm contact on your skin.

More tears filled your eyes and you held them back as long as you could. It wasn't time to cry anymore, you couldn't be a crybaby forever. Her body trembled slightly, a sob wanting to escape her throat.

Eywa. What was all that whining about now? It had just been a tiring day, but you should be able to handle it. Neteyam must certainly consider you a pain in the ass.

"You can cry, you know. It won't make you weaker", he paused. "It's okay, I'm here."

And then you found yourself unable to hold it in any longer. It was unfair. It was unfair the way Neteyam had the power to make you crumble in seconds. The way he could see into your soul with just one look.

You laid your head on Neteyam's shoulder, hiding your face as endless sobs and tears escaped you.

In all those years, you and Neteyam had become good friends, close friends. You supported each other in each and every circumstance; whether Neteyam was suffering because of new scoldings from his father or tired from the increasing responsibilities of each day, it was you who were there to calm him down. To tell him that everything would be fine, everything would pass.

He loved to hear your soothing whispers.

Neteyam loved how confident you were, with the soul of a leader. But at the same time, it was fragile. And that just like a child, you needed affection and protection.

Just as you cared for Neteyam, he cared for you, being there whenever you needed him. Neteyam would be there to calm your nightmares, silence your agonizing screams or comfort you on sleepless nights.

A smile opened on Neytiri's lips whenever she saw you together, the way you treated each other. The way the two of you, together, cared for Kiri, Lo'ak and Tuk like the most precious people in the world.

You would be strong warriors in adulthood. Individually, but mostly united. You and Neteyam were two parts that completed each other and that is what made you so powerful. But just as unity is a strength, it can also be your greatest weakness.

Neteyam was understanding with you, allowing you to cry as much as necessary for your heart to be at peace. He lowered his arm from the back of your neck to your waist, slowly embracing you. Conveying warmth and protection.

Neteyam noticed how much you liked hugs. This became more frequent after her mother's death. Neytiri was the one who gave you that kind of affection the most, always there, willing to hug you and caress her hair, like a mother would. And you were forever grateful for that, you missed that kind of love so much.

So when you felt the firm arms around you, you sank even deeper into the embrace.

You stayed there until you calmed down. All that was left were silent sniffles and your sighs.

Night had already arrived and Pandora's night lighting came to life. It was so beautiful. You loved looking at the life around you, appreciating the creation of the Great Mother. It is unfair that the People of Heaven come here to take such goods as if they had a right. If the mother, creator of their planet, was dying, it is their own fault; it's selfish to want to get it from somewhere else now.

But that's what humans are, isn't it? Selfish, sinful, and monstrous. You learned as you grew up that they are not all bad, there were good humans too, like those who lived next to you. But compared to the number of those who wanted to break up your home, it was something very small.

But there was really no use dwelling on this. Your only option was to fight, to fight these intruders and to protect your people.

That was the only way to nip this evil in the bud. Fight.

"We should go now, it's late. Your parents will be worried", you said, already pulling away from Neteyam's warm embrace. You felt awkward at the loss, but didn't think much of it.

"Right. We should." Despite him agreeing, Neteyam still took a good look at your face to make sure you really looked better. You were great at changing the focus of the scene, so he knew he should keep a closer eye on you.

Standing up, you stretched slightly before inhaling a copious amount of air. The night was cool today.

You and Neteyam started walking leisurely towards your Marui. Upon arrival, you smelled delicious food, apparently dinner was already ready. It was at that moment that you noticed how hungry you were, the day was definitely full, you didn't even remember what your last meal was.

You went in first, with Neteyam right behind. As you entered, Tuk was the first to spot your presence. She ran up to you immediately.

With its impact on your body, you took a step back, bracing yourself with your injured leg. You let out a silent groan of discomfort, which by the looks of it, didn't escape Neteyam's exceptional hearing.

"Tuk, more careful!"

Tuk startled and turned away from you with her ears perked. She had completely forgotten about your injury. Tuk made you feel pain, didn't she?

You noticed that Tuk's big eyes filled minimally with water. You immediately went to hug her and comfort her from the fright. "No, no, it's all right. You didn't hurt me, it was just unintentional, hm?", you made her look at you, "How about you show me what we have to eat today?"

Tuk nodded and soon a shy smile took over her lip. She took one of your hands and carefully pulled you over to the campfire, near Neytiri, who was finishing chopping some fruit.

Neteyam just sighed and went to sit down too, between Jake and Lo'ak. Neytiri had given her permission to start eating after a brief thank you to Eywa. You had a good morsel, already basking in the gaze. You were starving.

Dinner was silent. It wasn't such an oppressive silence, but it certainly wasn't as cozy. Everyone was on edge. This is the expected result of a war.

Today's results were good from a technical side. But bad from a family side. Neteyam was in a lot of danger, who knows what could have happened... no, it was better not to think about it. The important thing was that he was here now, along with all of you.

You noticed how Lo'ak seemed more sullen too. In those hours he would be making some disgusting joke just to annoy Kiri, but he was quiet. You didn't know if it was from Jake's scolding, the punishment, or the way he felt guilty about his brother. Either way, you would have to stroke his sorrows a little later.

After everyone finished eating and felt full, you helped Neytiri put away the utensils that were used for eating, and then everyone began to organize themselves to finally rest. The energy was depleted and everyone there seemed very stressed. A good sleep should be enough.

You, as always, snuggled between Kiri and Neteyam. Tuk still couldn't sleep away from her parents, so she slept between Neytiri and Jake, but still close to her sister. And Lo'ak slept on the other side of Neteyam.

Many times you woke up in the middle of the night to find half of Lo'ak's body on top of Neteyam. Sometimes you even got a kick or two. But it wasn't too inconvenient, as the warmth of your considerably new family soothed your spirit. It was a kind of tranquilizer for you.

Releasing the air you didn't even know you were holding, you stared at the ceiling for a few more seconds, before closing your eyes to try to drift off to sleep. You fixed your attention on the quiet sighs and snores of the others. They already seemed to have begun to fall asleep, really no longer able to stay awake.

Another day has gone. And all you hope, no, all you pray for, is that better days will come ahead. You hope to find peace one day. No aliens on your planet, no destruction.

Just you, your family, and your beautiful home, flourishing as it should be.

As Eywa made it to be.

🏷; @mashiromochi @im-in-a-pansexual-panik @narutoboi @ilovejakesullysdick

God, it took work to post this chapter 😭

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WIP 7 Line Game

Rules: Share 7 (or more) lines of a WIP you've been working on.

I was tagged by @writcraft to post seven or more lines of a WIP. Welllllll... have two snippets, because for the first time in three years I have actual things on the go (hurray).

I've put them underneath the read more because I have lazily copied and pasted two half-scenes rather than seven sentences, one from Max and Daniel play dick chicken, and one from the one where Max figures out he likes boys and pretty underwear, not in that order.

Tagging @junkshop-disco, @lights-out-go, and @flawlessassholes, if they'd like to share too :)

This is from the one gently known as Max and Daniel play dick chicken:

The messages are from Max. There are three of them, all pictures. The first one, he's topless, in his bathroom. Daniel recognises it from hanging out at his, even though it's the one that comes off the bedroom and not the main bathroom. The second one, a wider angle, Daniel can see his bare hips too, although anything not safe for work is hidden beneath the countertop so that Daniel can't see, thank fuck. The third one is Max reaching down to cup his dick. It's accompanied by a single question mark. 

He hasn't deleted the messages or said anything else. 

Daniel waits until he's in his flat, and then his thumb hovers over his phone keyboard. He gives in and types, did you mean to send these to me?

The answer is a screen cap, taken on Max's phone, of his message window. It says Daniel at the top. It's accompanied by a single Y. 

&&&

And this one is from my emotionally isolated, touch-starved Max figuring out who he is fic (with pretty underwear and also Daniel):

Daniel grins. "And, definitely unrelatedly, how much lube have you got left, are we going to need more?"

Max tilts his head to the side. 

"If we're going to have our hands on each other's dicks again," Daniel says, still grinning, "we're going to need more lube than the none we used before. This baby doesn't like to chafe." He waves a hand in the general direction of his dick. 

That he has just called baby. Max re-focuses. "I don't have any." 

"All right, I'll get some of that too. Any preferences? What's the Japanese for lube? Hope no one recognises me when I'm just waving my google translate at the shop assistant. Maybe it'll just be like, super obvious. Next to the condoms—" Daniel, Max notes, has gone pink too. He bends down to unlace his Vans so he can shove his feet in, going in barefoot and hiding his dirty socks in the pocket of his jeans. 

"I've never bought lube," Max says finally. 

Daniel stops tying his shoelaces, perched on the end of Max's bed. "Why not? Do you get given it as presents, or what? How have you never bought it?"

"No, I mean—" Max shrugs a shoulder. "It is fine without." 

It is Daniel's turn to tilt his head to one side. "Like, you like it dry and it turns you on, or you have an actual aversion to lubrication, or—"

"Or," Max says. "It is fine. I have just never tried it. Is it not pointless if you're going to come anyway in the end?"

"Okay," Daniel says, after a pause. "I am going to buy you some lube, and I'm going to get your dick so wet you won't know what to do with yourself, and then afterwards you can compare it to a dry jerk and tell me which you like best. If you'd like."

[sciderman]

hi sci! i think at least once a day i am taken aback by how much of an incredible artist you are. your ability to create and your passion for it is just astounding to me, over the course of a few years your work has become such a pillar of inspiration for me 💘

i've asked you before for drawing tips and i value those so much but i've found myself actually wanting more and more to get into writing fanfiction but i have about a million worries and i'm not entirely sure to start. i definitely smashed out a few so-bad-its-bad obscure anime fanfictions as a kid but i really haven't touched creative writing in eons. I know you've been writing for a good while, but do you have any writing tips you tend to refer to or any advice for begginners? ... and any advice on getting over my internalised cringe culture when i can't open a word document and type out "peter parker" without shrivelling into myself...

anyway! have a great day! i love you very much and i am so excited for the spidercablepool fic to ruin my train of thoughts for the forseeable future :] ❤️

immediate cringe upon the mention of "peter parker" is par for the course, i'm afraid

bless you so much @saeram!! bless you for all your kind words, i... houugh... thank you so, so much. thank you so much for reading the goofy things i put out into the world - i'm so, so glad you're enjoying it!

i don't know if i have a lot in the way of writing advice - i think the only way to overcome the shame of it is just to whisper "i am cringe and i am free" and do it. i think anything you enjoy doing is worth doing - and, you know, if it's not enjoyable you just wouldn't do it. you post your first fanfiction - you get feedback, you find out people hate it when you write in first person. you learn, you come back stronger than ever. (not from personal experience. okay. yes. it's from personal experience.)

(i still like my first person pov fics. shut up.)

maybe my first advice is don't write in first person (people hate that.) (but actually i love it, when it's done well. but i'm freaky kinky.)

i'd say reading definitely helps when it comes to writing, but again, that's me giving good advice that i don't follow (i'm jared, 19.) - i mostly read comics. and i mostly read comics that i don't enjoy. don't be like me. read things that you enjoy - even if you've read it a hundred times before, odds are, it'll inspire.

i did say when people asked me advice on writing dialogue (which is my absolute FAVOURITE thing to write) - watching movies and television with dialogue / characters that you really like honestly really helps - more so than reading, I think, for me. performance is so, so important when i'm writing dialogue. it's not just words, i have to have such a clear picture of how it's being said, ya feel. how the characters are performing it. and so, in that way, it plays out a little bit like a movie in my head, even though there's still a lot of internal monologue in there (the internal monologue i write is often very reliant on visual metaphor too - i'm just - i'm a really visual person, i think.)

all in all i don't think there's any better advice than just DO it. just DO it! and once you've done it once, the second time is easier. and then the next, and then the next. it might help to discuss it with others - do some back-and-forth, or even have proof-readers - (i rarely do, but i also love to overshare all my wips, because i'm a giddy little schoolgirl when i'm knee-deep in my writing.)

if you'd like to spitball ideas or share your writing (particularly in regards to peter parker, my beloved) i'd be happy to help! god speed and good luck, and i hope you'll be putting your beautiful fanfic babies out into the universe for us starving folk to enjoy