#we’re gonna refer to it as fanfic

[mymelodyisme]

😭 SOBBING LOOK AT THIS INSANELY BEAUTIFUL ARTWORK FROM MY GORGEOUS, SKILLED, TALENTED, INTELLIGENT, AND GOTHIC BABE @pavusprince

She is literally such a sweetheart and !!!! Just she’s so kind you guys show her love please she deserves it.

[creatingblackcharacters]

"Defying the Default"- Skin Tones and the Presence of Black Characters

Okay, this one is going to be half lesson and half a thought experiment- it may get a bit frustrating, as conversations like this often do- but remember, discomfort is not always a bad thing! So I ask that you walk with me for this one.

It’s also interesting, because I’m going to direct this towards everyone (readers included!), but specifically towards my fanfic writers of media with no visual medium, as I’ve noticed this pattern there, and it makes up a good amount of creators on this site. Okay? Okay.

Behold! Many shades of brown!

I had to wade through a lot of colorism for this, and even this link is subtly racist in its introduction- the idea that brown is ‘unexciting’ 🙄.

Anyway, you know where I’m going with this:

"Chocolate and Coffee"

Even the link above pulled this! Writers who use this... they’re not ‘wrong’ per se but… often uninspired. It feels... Lazy. When you can tell an author has put no thought into the brown of choice, it makes Black readers feel like you believe these are the only shades of brown- that that’s all we look like. Even chocolate is more diverse (white, milk, dark, marbled, cookies and cream?) Coffee can come in numerous shades as well (light, medium, dark roast? Type of bean?)

My first direction to help with this: make it a point to know what shade that character is (whether canonically, or if you're the original creator, look at a reference and write it down) and find a name! Be consistent! Find similar browns to one another. If the canon Black character's skin color is done poorly, find something similar and use that! (I'll get more into this in the next lesson!)

Our skin colors may modify as we age, it changes over the seasons/presence in the sun, and some people even have vitiligo! But we're not gonna be “dark roast coffee” one morning and “light milk chocolate” suddenly. We're not chameleons lmao.

And you know what? That shade you choose might very well be 'coffee'! But it's not going to be because you didn't look and assumed we're all some random brown! That’s the intent showing! If we can find endless ways to describe the beauty of white/pale skin, we absolutely can for brown! Be willing to unpack why you may not believe brown to be capable of beauty, and work through unlearning that- it will show in your writing! One way is by pausing with yourself, and recognizing when you had a biased thought. Even by this, you’re learning!

Here’s where I want us to get into the thought experiment:

I want you to think about the description of characters in stories (as a whole). Challenge yourself- in the fics and stories you read, how often is anyone blatantly labeled 'White'? Read a story or fic; how long can you imagine them as not-White before it's ever clarified? Because not even 'pale' automatically implies a White person!

You know how I’ve mentioned before that 'Black people are not a monolith'? I can find you at least some examples of Black people fitting some of the common descriptions of white characters.

"Brunette with brown eyes"

(Fun fact: I actually learned back in my Masters program that genetically no one has ‘black’ hair- our eyes are processing it as black, but it’s really just dark brown due to eumelanin. Regardless, if you stand us in the direct sunlight, you will see that our hair is usually just dark brown!)

"Red hair with pale skin"

“‘tanned’ skin with hazel/green eyes”

“blond hair" (period!)

Now, I’m not saying that blond haired Black people or Black folk with albinism are overly representative of my people. What I AM saying is that it needs to not be taken for granted that a reader is automatically assuming a character is White in your piece of fiction- I can assume your character looks like anything if it's not stated! Especially if the OG source is a book or a podcast! We’re just used to assigning these features- and characters- as white until ‘proven not’! The default!

I am guilty of this too! Even still, I reread many of my works and go ‘ah, I didn’t clarify.’ And I have to work on doing better at it. This is having intent for your Black characters, but really, it’s having intent for all of them!

(This doesn't mean going “the Black man said,” the way sometimes people say “the Chinese said” (which…. Tbh we should all stop doing that anyway, it's weird and racist))

My Next Challenge:

Some people may disagree, but- Ahem:

Say BLACK!

Breathe lmao! Take the time to recognize that it's OKAY to introduce a character as Black, to say Black, it's fine! Obviously be sensitive about it, don't shove it in there to “win your diversity points”, but like… People are Black. It's not a bad word. What matters is the context in which you used it!

You don't even have to say it every single time. Really just the first, introductory sentence will do. For example:

“[Character A], a bright, young, Black girl with knotless braids to her mid back, glittering hair clips matching her bright green t-shirt, and a brilliant smile that shined against her bistre skin.”

I recognize that some might argue that by saying “bistre”, you don't need to say Black. But 1) you don't have to be Black to be brown or dark skinned, and 2) There's a social stigma behind even saying Black- of discussing race in general, because it leads to discomfort. Race (as a sociological construct) exists. When we say nothing about it, allowing Whiteness to be the default, we're still emphasizing race, however silently! If you're already doing it... Why not mention it? 🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️

(here's a good clip of Ijeoma Oluo discussing the difficulty of discussing race; while I highly recommend the whole thing, the relevant clip is 4:25-5:39)

Maybe they're in the Black student organization in a lead position, maybe they're in a Black main cast of a play- it's okay to have those things in the story to help develop the idea that your Black character is actively Black! Just do your research to make sure you’re not leaning into stereotypes!

“There’s no races in my fantasy/future world!”

That’s fair! But I want to give you an example of how people will still project these identities onto your characters anyway:

No one has an explicitly stated 'race' in Avatar: The Last Airbender (afaik); they’re all divided by element culture. YET, many people were offended that a mixed-Korean actress was cast in her role in the live action- they ‘just didn’t see it’, because subconsciously they'd imagined her ‘face claims’ as WHITE, despite it never once being mentioned in the canon! (there’s also a firm sexualization and east Asian fetishization argument to be made about it, but that’s not within the scope of this particular conversation.)

Point is, if you are including humanoid characters in your fantasy stories, fine. You don't need to say ‘Black’ outright. But, that just means that you’re going to have to be even more detailed in your description. Because if I were watching a TV show and a Black actor shows up as an elf… I know what features I’m seeing! Entire protests have occurred over the casting of Black actors in a role ‘meant for a white person’; so... everyone sees it!

Conclusion

This is another reason why intention in character design and writing is important! Context clues and socialization help me understand who your character is. If it works like this for white characters, it can work like that for everyone else! You just have to know enough about me to write it in (and that's where the social and societal bias lie, because how much do you really know about me?)

A way to better understand this is reading books by Black authors (for fantasy, I would highly recommend Raybearer by Jordan Ifueko and Children of Blood and Bone by Tomi Adeyemi) as well as Black literary classics! Finding and reading Black fic authors in fandoms with Black characters! By learning how we describe ourselves and our skin colors, you’ll learn and practice how to appropriately describe us!

Now I can't make you do any of this! But I do want you all- writers especially- to start noticing our bias, how we may default to the experience of whiteness- and how that affects the way we write. When we have Black characters, and really any character of color, we need to start paying attention to how often their features, culture, and activities are emphasized, even for what we may consider to be 'background' details. That’s how we normalize creation and understanding, and become better at writing!

It’s just something to practice; remember, it’s the thought that counts, but the action that delivers!

In addition, if you are interested in a simple read into why approaching race is so uncomfortable as a whole, I've attached Robin DiAngelo's book here! Thank you to the PDF guru @toiletpotato for the link!

[moltengoldveins]

ok but I have Thoughts about the way Minecraft usernames translate to actual names, both irl and in fanfic. They’re definitely ‘obsessed with structure and grumpy at inconsistency flavor autism’ thoughts but still. I find it weird how we cut and paste the media we’re given to fit what we view as functional worldbuilding, and how that gets screwy when translating online names.

like, you’re working with several categories here. The person’s actual real name, their irl nickname, their gamer tag, a name possibly contained by or possibly the entirety of that gamer tag, and any extra pieces or symbols in the gamer tag. And you have the weird situation where those categories might not easily translate to a ‘First Name Last Name’ structure. For an example, we’ve got Phil Watson, who’s gamer tag is ‘Ph1LzA,’ and is called Philza Minecraft or Philza. The ‘Minecraft last name’ is a…. Bit? A joke? A reference to a bit of lore? It’s unclear. The ‘Za’ bit was put there for flair and is now an integral part of his name. Sometimes it’s his last name. Sometimes his real last name is chucked in there. the 1 in his actual username is literally never referenced in nicknames or fic it’s like it’s not even there. But that’s a simple one. What about Tubbo_? because we call him Tubbo Underscore. Like. We say the ‘_’ aloud. Why do we do that. What has possessed us to make that decision? What about FitMC? I’ve usually heard it said ‘Fit Emsee.’ Why say that, and not say ‘Minecraft? That’s not even really a last name, it’s just like…. His full first name. Fit is used more like a shortened nickname. BadBoyHalo. Like. ‘Bad boy’ is a slang term, not a name. It would make the most sense to call him Halo, that’s the distinct noun in the name, the term the ‘bad boy’ bit is referring to. Like ‘GoodTimesWithScar’ but noooo. Bad. Halo is usually a last name, if it’s there at all. Skeppy on the other hand is… just his name. No last name ever. Technoblade is also weird. Technoblade is his full name. We call him that. We ALSO call him ‘Techno,’ and use Blade as a last name. We also use Blade as a title. What the heck. GeminiTay. We call her Gem. We use Tay as a last name sometimes. Her name is a Zodiac constellation. Literally nowhere I’m have I seen that affect her naming conventions. IJevin. We just… remove the I. For everything. This wouldn’t bother me except we don’t do it with everyone and I’m starting to get annoyed by the inconsistency. GoodTimesWithScar. Ok. This one also bugs me. Like, most fics call him Scar Goodtimes when they need a name. I’m not gonna dig into it but that’s…. Why? Why that? Grian never gets a last name. Ranboo sometimes gets chopped into Ran and Boo but usually he’s an Underscore or he’s last nameless. Wilbur Soot functions wonderfully (until the get involved shhhh) but it’s too close to his real name it gets very confusing.

anyway, all of this sucks, I hate it all, we’re a terrible fandom /hj

all that nonsense aside, yknow who has a functional Firstname Lastname username? It’s even got a space, and proper capitals: Mumbo Jumbo. That’s who. Look at that. It’s perfect. Everyone should be more like Mumbo Jumbo. Thank you and good night.

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Edit: I know about Ranboo Beloved and Grian Dreamslayer and the various other characters whose names I didn’t mention perfectly in this post. This was no piece of journalism, this was an old man shouts at cloud meme personified. I was very overstimulated and this was what happened to catch my autistic ire. I’m not upset, just figured I’d clarify, a lot of people seem distressed at my not mentioning Beloved. Hope y’all are having a lovely day 💜

[world0fmadness]

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oscar piastri x silent hill / horror game obsessed! reader x lando norris

featuring: daniel being very much like a big brother in the comments and * gasp * a picture of my OWN silent hill collection

faceclaim: assorted

୨୧ some people asked for a part two of this smau due the ending really hinting at a throuple so here it is! it can be read separately or as a continuation as they’re an established throuple here <3 and i know the silent hill 2 remake was announced ages ago but it’s fanfic, let me pretend

reading music recommendations: i want love by akira yamaoka - float up from a dream by akira yamaoka - you’re not here by akira yamaoka

oscarpiastri: this is what happens when i take both of them shopping at the same time…

ynlovesthehorror: we’re peaceful beings :)

> oscarpiastri ✔️: you threw a cucumber at my head…

> landonorris ✔️: can’t handle a little fun osc?

> oscarpiastri ✔️: and you’re no better, you shoved me into the boot of the car!

oscarpastrylover: are… are they all dating now? i feel like this is a little too couple-y…

> landoscaryn: there is no fucking way they’re not all dating… i’ll swear on my hamsters life they HAVE to be dating

> iluvf1: leave the hamster OUT OF THIS LMAO 😭

oldf1lvr: lando and yn be serious for five minutes challenge ( IMPOSSIBLE )

danielricciardo ✔️: cute!

❤️ liked by ynlovesthehorror, landonorris and oscarpiastri

> landoscaryn: mr man, what do you know? do tell…

landonorris: not too shabby if i do say so myself…

danielricciardo ✔️: happy for you three ❤️

❤️ liked by ynlovesthehorror, oscarpiastri and landonorris

loveuyn: he really said “you guys still aren’t sure if we’re dating? just have this and leave”

ynlovesthehorror: i kind of look good in these pictures 🤔

> landonorris ✔️: nah, you look like a tramp to be honest

> ynlovesthehorror: die ❤️

landoscaryn: I FUCKING TOLD YOU PEOPLE

> iluvf1: thank god, for your hamsters sake 😭

oscarpiastri ✔️: love you both so much ❤️

> landonorris ✔️: love you more ❤️

> ynlovesthehorror: lol, gay ( i love both of you more, now come home so we can make out )

❤️ liked by oscarpiastri and landonorris

oscyn: praying these three never have a kid because you just know yn would FIGHT to name it after a silent hill character…

> landonorris ✔️: fucking hell, don’t give her any ideas…

> ynlovesthehorror: 👩‍🍼 < me and the god i birthed ( we will now build an eternal paradise )

> loveuyn: i don’t think yn realises how niche her references are when it comes to f1 fans 😭

> oscarpastrylover: literally, i think most of them just think she’s clinically insane or something so they leave her be

❤️ liked by ynlovesthehorror

landoscaryn: not gonna shut up about this for MONTHS, my throuple ship is REAL

ynlovesthehorror: just spent hours explaining some of the silent hill lore to lando and every explanation lead to another question from him, i want him DEAD ( also a very good representation of what i want to do to people that say “ it’s ash not snow ” if you ever come into my comment section with that “ lore ” i’ll get lando and oscar to put a brick through your window )

landonorris ✔️: IM TRYING

> ynlovesthehorror: the information is going in one ear and right out the other, honestly, you just need to play them yourself now because i’m DONE

> landonorris ✔️: i’ll play them on stream then, muppet

> ynlovesthehorror: GOOD

> oscarpiastri ✔️: stop arguing you two

> ynlovesthehorror: sorry babe

> landonorris ✔️: sorry love

> oscarpiastri ✔️: ❤️

> landoscaryn: all three of them have each other wrapped all the way around each others finger lmao 😭

maxverstappen ✔️: it’s ash not snow

> ynlovesthehorror: gonna get lando to crash into you

> maxverstappen ✔️: if he can catch up

> ynlovesthehorror: omg??? maxi pad you are a horrible man 💔

> landonorris ✔️: come kiss me to make me feel better 😔

> ynlovesthehorror: on it <3

> oscarpiastri ✔️: me too please

> ynlovesthehorror: nothing happened to you???

> oscarpiastri ✔️: lando whacked me over the head with a lead pipe

> landonorris ✔️: what is it with you two and making up the most unbelievable lies about me 😭

ynlovesthehorror: look at my husband you guys 😩 i cannot believe it, the transmission was actually something fucking good, after years of drought

oscarpiastri ✔️: the most inhuman noise came out of you…

> ynlovesthehorror: I WAS EXCITED

> landonorris ✔️: still, that noise was mental… and i thought we were your husbands?

> ynlovesthehorror: you are! but james was my 1st husband <3

> landonorris ✔️: and was this before or after he killed his wife?

> ynlovesthehorror: ☹️

loveuyn: i feel bad for everyone on the grid and in the paddock because she will not shut the fuck up about this until it releases and when it does release it’ll be even worse 😭

> landoscaryn: right? i’m keeping the engineers in my prayers lmao

danielricciardo ✔️: excited for you yn! i know how much the game means to you ❤️

> ynlovesthehorror: thank you daniel, finally someone that likes me for ME

> landonorris ✔️: ?

> oscarpiastri ✔️: ?

ynlovesthehorror: we finally did it! me and oscar dressed up as james and maria, here are the pictures <3 and a sneak peak of me and lando dressed as james and mary hehe

oscarpastrylover: they need to stop being so hot IMMEDIATELY

landonorris ✔️: you looked amazing love, oscar too i guess… ours is better though 😗

> oscarpiastri ✔️: oi!

> ynlovesthehorror: we all looked amazing :) but especially you two

❤️ liked by landonorris and oscarpiastri

> landoscaryn: the way they’re always either bullying and mocking each other or being so sweet and loving on each other kills me, it’s literally just three best friends that kiss

> landonorris ✔️: we do more than kiss, my friend

❤️ liked by ynlovesthehorror

> landoscaryn: oh-

> oscarpiastri ✔️: for fuck sake lando!

oscyn: okay… yeah… i’m so normal about this! SO NORMAL

iluvf1: i have no idea who these characters are but this is the hottest thing i’ve ever seen an f1 driver do i think…

> oldf1lvr: literally 😩 hot in so many ways, hot because lando and oscar LOOK hot and hot because they actually do this stuff with yn instead of not participating in her interests! we love men who do things with their gf

❤️ liked by ynlovesthehorror

loveuyn: that 4th picture… hideo kojima approves

> ynlovesthehorror: what could’ve been 💔 biggest heartbreak of my life

> landonorris ✔️: me and oscar could die in a fire and that still wouldn’t beat the heartbreak that P.T. caused you…

> ynlovesthehorror: well at least you know!

> oscarpiastri ✔️: 😔

landonorris: was on a walk with my boyfriend when we came across this strange creature on the side of the road 😟 took it to get some food and we’re not too fond of it, anyone else want it? selling for 10 quid

ynlovesthehorror: honestly hope you get hit by a bus or something

> landonorris ✔️: no you don’t ❤️

❤️ liked by ynlovesthehorror

danielricciardo ✔️: fucking hell, that second picture is amazing

❤️ liked by landonorris and oscarpiastri

> ynlovesthehorror: :(

> danielricciardo ✔️: sorry yn!

oscarpiastri ✔️: i think it’s sort of cute, in its own weird way ❤️ definitely worth more than £10

> ynlovesthehorror: 🥹

> landonorris ✔️: £11?

> oscarpiastri ✔️: yeah i reckon that’s enough

> ynlovesthehorror: ☹️

landoscaryn: seeing and hearing lando refer to oscar as his boyfriend literally makes my heart explode 💔 i love these three so much

> oscarpastrylover: yep, this relationship is literally a bisexual f1 fan’s dream, just three hot best friends in a relationship

ynlovesthehorror: my boys <3 ( i love thinking about things they’d go to silent hill for )

landonorris ✔️: you ALMOST made a sweet post but then you just had to go and bring up that game, BE NORMAL ( don’t be normal, i love you weirdo )

> oscarpiastri ✔️: just be happy she made a post about us at all, it’s a once in a blue moon occurrence, 99% of her feed is silent hill ❤️ love you both

❤️ liked by ynlovesthehorror

> ynlovesthehorror: at least SOMEONE knows how to be grateful, love you osc ( and lando, i guess 🙄 )

danielricciardo ✔️: you’ve 100% gotten over lando pointing a gun at you and threatening you then yeah?

> ynlovesthehorror: oh that, yeah, totally! he bought me mcdonald’s and more silent hill stuff and toys for heather so we’re all good now <3

> landonorris ✔️: we’re literally DATING, you muppet 😭

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yn ln being horny on main

[kiddiewrites]

First Post

Sooooo this is the first fanfic I write, the current obsession is Call of Duty. Have I ever played the game?? No. Am I gonna play the game? Yes, I've downloaded the mobile version :D. Do the characters match their game personality? Probably not, the only source I have of them are other fanfics and edits I saw on tiktok JAJAJAJA.

Angst, T.F.141 x reader, Platonic!T.F.141 x reader, HURT, bit of OOC T.F. 141, pining!reader, bit of a sad ending, drunk confessions, overheard conversations, PAAAAAAAIIIIN (maybe I’m just projecting Enlgish is my second language so please be kind xd

PART 2

∞ Command me to be well ∞

“There is no sweeter innocence, than our gentle sin”

In all honesty, you weren’t supposed to be there. You should’ve been in the med bay, you should’ve been filing reports on the last mission and updating medical records.

You’ve been assigned to Task Force 141 as their base doctor, having no experience in the field you remained back in HQ until they came back from deployment. You quickly realized they didn’t fully trust you as a doctor, whether it was due to your civilian background or a misjudgement of your abilities, you never knew and frankly you didn’t want to. You tried not to be a bother, you knew their job was hard as it was, so you tried a friendlier approach, making sure to try and interact with them if even at a minimum. 

Instead, you were faced with a hard cold truth, one that you hoped had vanished with a few friendlier words in your direction… you weren’t wanted.

Time seemed to move slower as the last few minutes replayed in your mind. 

The guys were sharing a much needed drink after a rather difficult mission. Letting the façade fall down for a bit, the whiskey loosening tongues and bringing to the surface feelings that could no longer be held down.

You were walking down the hallway that led to Price’s office, a bit of a pep to your walk and a container of baked goods in one hand and the files that needed his signature on the other. You knew they’d be a bit peckish after their mission so you thought ahead and brought some pastries that you knew they liked, even though Simon always said that those were more sugar than bread. In an instant the door to the Captain's office was at reach so you balanced the files over the container. 

-She’s jus so fecking annoying, y’know ?-

You stopped right when you were about to knock on the door, hand midair. 

-I ge’ tha’ we’re suppose to get along seein tha shes the fecking doctor- 

What?  Your breathing stopped and your body shivered

-Bu’ I jus can’t seem to tolerate’ er- the voices seemed a bit muffled by the closed door but still the volume was loud enough for you to hear… Listening as you stood there frozen, wishing that you couldn’t. 

-C’mon Johnny, she can be a bi’ annoying, sure.- Ouch 

-Bu’ she does ‘er job properly and at the end o’ the day, tha’s why she’s ‘ere fo’. - 

Kyle seemed to try and reason with him but even his own voice sounded strained. 

The beating of your heart going wild with every second that passed, your eyes stinging with unshed tears. They couldn’t refer to you right? Maybe, maybe it was someone else on their mission…

-Y/N does a good job, lads.- That’s the captain’s voice… Fuck…

-I get tha’, is jus… she keeps sticking t’ us like feckin glue everywhere we go- Oh no…

The tears were freely flowing now, not wanting to believe what you were hearing, sure you weren’t the most serious person but you never thought that would be a problem, specially after everything you’ve done with and for them. 

-Maybe you’ should stop inviting ‘er everywhere with us then- 

-Is no’ like I want to, Lt.  Bu’ she jus… pops ‘ere everytime I try and talk to all o’ you .- 

“Maybe I should go… But… my legs are not moving” 

-S’ your fault for flirting wi’ er when she came roun’ the firs time- Kyle was annoyed, months of interaction helping you to recognize the tone in their voices.

-Y’kno tha’ he does tha’ to everyone.- Simon sounded so sincere that you couldn’t help to feel stupid, as if you were just a joke. Another one of the bunch… 

-Lads, c’mon… She’s jus’ doin her job- Price was tired and he could already feel a headache starting to form in the back of his head.

-She’s a nice girl, ‘sides you kno’ tha’ i couldn’ stop Laswell for saddling ‘er with us- 

That was it, you never thought that they didn’t want you. They were a bit standoff-ish in the first few weeks or so but that was because they didn't know you… right? They were a tight-knit group, it was perfectly natural to not trust an outsider with their health, right? 

They became friendlier in the last weeks, actually letting you patch them up rather than doing it themselves when you weren’t in the med bay. The first one that apparently seemed friendly to you was Johnny, making you blush with his flirtatious ways but at least making you glad that he was starting to open up a bit, Kyle and Price being a bit on the quiet side but at least no longer just completely silent while you fixed them up and Simon… well he was still not talking to you or acknowledging you.

Knowing that all of your efforts were for nothing made you feel useless, it had nothing to do with your job, you knew you were good otherwise you wouldn’t have been assigned to the 141. 

So with a deep breath and a new goal in mind,  you turned away and left files in one hand and a slightly crushed box of pastries.

“In the madness and soil, of that sad earthly scene”

You didn’t sleep a wink since that moment, pouring yourself over the medical files that needed your approval for final submission.

You were so deep in thought, that you didn’t hear the knocks at your door, only looking up when you heard a cough to get your attention. 

There stood your captain, looking very tired and you already could see the headache seeping into his usual calm demeanor. 

The urge to offer him a tea cup or a mild remedy for his head crossed your mind, he looked really tired but after what you heard last night you just couldn’t bring yourself to do so. 

- Is there something you needed, captain?- your voice came out a little bit tired and sharper than usual, something that didn’t went unnoticed by the captain

-Yeah, kid. The reports from the last mission, do you have’ em?- He narrowed his eyes a bit at you, as if trying to figure out what happened. 

-Sure, let me get them for you- you stood up and moved to the cabinet next to your desk, there you took them off next to where the box of pastries remained intact and went ahead to give the to  the captain. 

- Here, all of the medical procedures and recent injuries are already stated. All they need is your approval so your medical history can be updated in due course- 

You handed him the files and turned to look at him, his face was a mix of confusion and slight annoyance. This side of you was new to him and he didn’t quite like it, where once you were all smiles and cheerful disposition now stood a sad look and a blank face, as if the very sunshine was taken from you. 

-Is everything all righ’, kid?- he found himself asking, you sighed loudly and headed back to your desk.

-Don’t worry about me, captain. Is just a rough patch, that’s all- You sat down and started to go over the files laid out before you.

-Alrigh’, if you need anything…- he watched you for a few seconds and then turned away and left.

A sour mood was felt across the base and from the interaction each of them had with you over the course of the week … there was definitely something wrong. 

Johnny tried flirting with you, but instead of being all giggles and blushing mess you just looked at him with a tight lip smile and continued as if he never talked to you, even when Kyle came in to your office for a quick fix up of his most recent stitches you remained completely silent, only talking to give him instructions on how to take care of his injuries and when to take his pain meds. Price’s office was a bit quieter than usual, without your usual self trying to warm up to him with an equally warm cup of tea or coffee in hand to help him through his headaches, even Simon felt the shift in your behavior, when crossing in the hallways or the break room being greeted with nothing more than a call of his rank and quickly leaving. 

The boys went into the cafeteria that same week and were surprised to see that while to the other soldiers you were still friendly and smiley, to them you were nonchalant and seemed almost way too professional. And that was upsetting everyone, so when you finished your lunch and went back to your office, files and coffee in hand they all decided that enough was enough.

You hadn't even finished entering your office when the four men burst in right behind you. You turned around with a scared look and a squeak of surprise at the sudden intrusion, the coffee almost falling from your grip and the files clutched to your chest. The boys all looked at you with a mix of annoyance and betrayal and you felt small, very very small. 

-What the hell is wrong with you?- your voice was a bit raised from the fright you were still recovering from, as you walked to your desk to leave the files and the coffee, Johnny spoke up. 

-Us? Wha’ e’ ‘ell is wrong wit you?- You turned around with a very deep frown etched into your face. 

-What are you talking about? You’re the ones that burst into my office like a pack of wild animals.- A very annoyed Johnny stepped right up until he was face to face with you. 

-Johnny calm down, mate.- Gaz’s voice was heard over Johnny’s loud breathing. 

-No, no’ until she’s told us jus’ wha’ in the living fuck is wrong- His voice was dangerously low, and it was fucking terrifying. 

-First of, back the fuck off, sargeant. I may be just a bloody fucking nuisance but i’m a doctor and I will break every bone in your body while naming them- A surprised look flashed through everyone’s faces, you’ve never talked to them like that before, and when Johnny didn’t seem to back off, you pushed with all your might and managed to make him to stumble back a bit. 

At that moment Ghost approached him and held him before he could fall, but the look he gave you, was right down murderous. A chill ran down your spine and your instincts screamed at you to run but your legs didn’t seem to work. Price at seeing the angry look on both of your faces quickly stood in front of everyone and yelled at both of you to cut it out. 

-Y/LN, you’ll apologize this instant or you’ll be subject to a reprimand for assaulting a ranking officer.- Price knew at the moment those words left his lips… he’d fucked up. 

-Excuse me?- You turned to look at him, furious. The nerve of these men…

-You think that you can burst into my office, to then demand an answer for which I do not know the fucking question to and THEN reprimand me for protecting myself against a man that got way into my personal space?- 

Your voice was raised, you were very very pissed off and the boys knew it, they knew they weren’t the best when it came to you, almost neglecting your care due to years and years of trust issues. They knew it wasn’t fair to you, but still when the only ones taking care of them were themselves, they just couldn’t trust you completely.

- I have tried SO hard to have you guys to trust me, GOD KNOWS I’VE TRIED and you won’t let me.- You felt the tears well up in the corners of your eyes and the faces of shock in the squad just made you feel worse. 

You hated yourself for crying, but the anger in you, the betrayal and the sadness were all out there now, so might as well just tell them everything. 

-I know I’m pathetic to you, I know that you think I’m… how you put it, Sergeant MacTavish?- At the mention of his name he looked up at you - “so fucking annoying”, I think was the term used.- His eyes widened, he knew exactly what you were talking about and the others seemed to remember the conversation they had a few days prior. 

-You’ eard o’r conversation?- Gaz seemed a bit angry and confused, how the hell could you have heard them if you weren’t supposed to be in the building. 

-Yes… I know it was wrong… I needed the captain’s signature on all of your files so your medical records could be updated..- The realization dawned on the captain, that’s why you were so down the next day… You heard everything. 

- But… I guess it was ultimately for the best- Your voice a whisper as you looked at them. 

-If you’re that unsatisfied with my care, I’ll ask the brass for a transfer.- The determined look on your face was like a slap in their faces, you were really going to leave them. They needed to fix this but neither of them said anything, you took a deep breath and left the office, leaving the four men standing dumbfounded in your office.

“What in the actual fuck just happened?” a thought, accompanied with the memory of utter anger and sadness in your face that will hunt the squad for the rest of their lives. 

They needed to fix it… soon. 

“Only then I am human, only then I am clean”

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Monster High and Ever After High fanfic writers are both missing the opportunity to have Cupid say some absolutely batshit insane stuff and just be like, “but yeah, that’s how my cousin Dionysus would deal with this” or something.

Or like, the Ever After High students canonically visit the Wind Gods every year. Cupid could have been like “Damn, I missed out on visiting Zephyr? I love that guy, he helped kill my aunts” and everyone just has to process that this pretty pink love goddess is all happy that the beach dude helped kill her aunts?

Or just like “Yeah, my family reunion got cancelled this year because my grandma got caught cheating on her husband with his brother again– my grandpa– and we’re not quite sure when step-grandpa is gonna let them out of the elaborate trap he built to catch them.”

I want horrified looks from the students as Cupid presents her family tree project and it’s a fucking subway map. I want someone to ask why there’s a special notation on the line from Uranus to Aphrodite and to immediately regret it. I want Blondie to just be like “wow, I was so worried about my own family tree project and here’s Cupid causing half the class to gasp in horror–WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE WAS A HORSE?!”

Just like, Greek myth is wild and I feel like Cupid should reference her family with total nonchalance like all the time. For the average student of Monster High and Ever After High, it’s the stuff of nightmares. For Cupid it’s Thursday.

[shypen]

ㅤ — ༿ີ۪۪  ͏ ͏ 𝓫e quiet. ⠀⠀𓋜‎ 𝓢JY

𝓼ypnosis . when you wanna go on a movie date with him, he agrees, but can’t find two seats seated together. he buys one seat without you knowing, hoping you’d sit on his lap during the movie. ✧‎ ‎ ㅤ 𝓰enre . smut 3.4k

𝓬ontains . lap sitting, public sex, sucking, cockwarming, riding, petnames, unprotected (im sorry) ++

𝓹airings . horny!jake x female!reader

req status . taking rqs!!

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note . reminder everything here is FICTIONAL, meaning NOTHING HERE IS REAL!! these things never happened. | yes some things here are references to some fanfics i read WHAT ABOUT IT!!! moving on. working on this was so much fun i hope you like it!! this is the most words ive ever written and my second smut

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“shoot,” jake murmurs under his breath as he stares down at the employee. he lets out a frustrated groan before sucking it up. “it’s okay, we’ll just take one ticket,” he sighs, angrily snatching the ticket from the poor staff’s hand. “here,” he speaks through gritted teeth, handing the worker their money for the ticket.

well, the cinema is spacious; with enough room for people to move around without feeling crowded, but the amount of chairs are sadly limited. there unfortunately aren’t any two seats next to each other for the both of you.

thats when the lightbulb went off in jake’s head.

was it wrong? yes. but he cant just let all the information he got from pornwatching go to waste.

he walks over to you and grabs your hand without saying a word, pulling you away from the snack line, hiding his smile as you two head to the room where the movie is screening. “what’s wrong??” you mutter, noticing his strange behaviour. he drags you to the seat he bought, letting go of your hand. he plops down onto the singular seat, patting his lap. “wait wh—” you barely manage to let out your sentence before he holds your wrist and pulls you onto his lap.

“jake, what are you doing..” you mumble as he wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you closer to him so your head rests on his shoulder and your back is pressed against his chest. “there was only one seat available,” he explains, avoiding eye contact. “the movie’s starting.”

you place your full attention on the huge projector in front of you as the movie begins to play. that’s until jake repositions himself and you can finally feel what he was hiding from you. not so hidden now, huh, jake sim?

“h—hey-” you stammer as you feel his hardness through your clothed clit, catching you off guard. he smirks at you. “what’s wrong?” he pouts mockingly, tightening his grasp on your waist so you’re unable to go anywhere. “focus on the movie,” he demands, his eyes glancing back at the screen. but you cant focus— not when you can feel his bulge through your thin skirt. and oh boy was it making you wet already, but this is a public setting, sadly.

guess jake must’ve noticed. he looks back at you. “soaking wet already hm?” he says in a hushed tone, careful so no one could hear. “be grateful we’re sitting at the back,” he smiles as his hand travels to caress your thigh, then moving to your inner thigh. “jake— we’re gonna get caught..” you express your concerns as he gets dangerously close to your clothed core. “you’re right, so stay quiet for me, will ya?” he asks, hand going under your skirt and lowering your panties ‘til it’s fully off.

“shoot—” you wince as he removes your panties, especially because now his hardness can be felt even more, and it’s driving you insane. he barely wastes any time in gently pushing you slightly off of him so he can remove his gray sweatpants, revealing his oh so large cock, and you can already spot precum dripping down. he immediately drags you back onto his lap, giving you no time to react or adjust before making his cock slip into you. you would’ve moaned out so loud if it wasn’t for him generously placing his thumb in your mouth. “suck on it,” he orders, signaling to suck on his thumb. you nod, simply obeying him as he groaned, loud enough for you to hear, and thankfully not loud enough for others to hear.

“you’re already so tight baby,” he silently moans as he places his thumb slightly deeper into your mouth. you’re more confused than ever at the moment; seeing this side of your boyfriend honestly is so thrilling, but here? now? you try to fight off the urge to ride him, considering basically everyone could notice, but they thankfully don’t. you reposition yourself slightly so it’d be more comfortable, but you stop when you feel his cock twitch inside you. you suck on his thumb more to keep yourself from whimpering. “mfh shoot.. stop moving,” he whispers in a hushed tone, his australian accent strong. his voice sends shivers down your spine, and you comply to his request, almost immediately freezing on his lap.

“so obedient.. such a good girl,” you hear him mutter, and you clench around him. if it weren’t for your baggy, oversized t-shirt you two would’ve been caught by now. him calling you a good girl only makes you more impatient.

whatever, if you grind your hips forward slightly, would he notice? he’s too focused on the movie, right?

so you do just that. you close your eyes shut as you do, staying quiet becoming your main challenge today.

whew, he didn’t notice.

or atleast you think.

his warm and slim hand wraps around your throat, and you can feel his breath near the nape of your neck.

shoot.

“needy, are we?” he chuckles lowly, moving his hand from your neck to your waist. one of his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back and forth on his cock, and you shiver. your whimper gets cut off by you sucking on his thumb again, feeling more thankful than ever that it was there. he lifts you up ‘til nothing but the tip was left inside of you, then lets go of you so you slip in his cock. your gasp gets interrupted by jake turning your head slightly, removing his thumb from your mouth and slamming his lips on yours, not warning you as he sneaks his tongue in your mouth. his lips moving with your rhythmically makes your head spin. he swallows your moans for you.

unfortunately the ethereal moment that left you breathless had to stop when jake pulls away. “so annoyingly noisy,” he sighs, voice husky and deep. he brings his thumb that you sucked and licked to his mouth and licks it, tasting you as he does. you hear a muffled mffh from him when he sucks on his thumb. he pulls his thumb away, then puts two hands on your waist. he taps your waist twice, giving you permission to finally ride him, and you hide your smile.

before you could even move he holds you still as he thrusts up into you, causing you to react by biting down on your lip, holding in your sounds. gulping, you decide to speak up. “j-jake—” you stutter, attempting to protest, but he groans in your ear before you had a chance to say anything more. “shoot, baby.. say my name again..”

that petname again..

you obediently obey and you mutter out his name, causing him to let out a soft moan. he starts to thrust into you again, but slowly and sensually. that doesn’t last long though, the first second he’s taking his time and the next he’s thrusting in and out of you in a fast pace. sloppy but surprisingly quiet slapping sounds can be heard. if it wasn’t for the movie volume, you two would’ve got caught by now.

you react to his thrusts with soft ‘hmph hmph hmph’ sounds, clenching around him more. “mmhf you’re— shoot.. so tight baby,” he gasps, his heavy aussie accent slipping out. his stupidly huge cock and groans are making is increasingly difficult to stay silent for so long. without giving you time to think, he goes as fast as he can, his cock slipping in and out of you in an incredibly rapid pace, causing you to throw your head back and let out a deep but quiet moan.

you roll your hips a little to feel more of him and oh goodness did it work. you felt his cock vein against your walls once you did that, causing you to do it again, and again.

“ngh— jake pleasepleasepleaseplease,” you whisper his name and the word ‘please’ repeatedly, and you could feel his cock twitch inside of you again.

you and jake’s breathing are uneven and heavy, and there’s no denying you were close. by the looks of it, jake is too; the way he’s biting his lip, eyes closed shut in pleasure. “jake..” you say, the mention of his name again driving him absolutely insane. “i’m c-close..” you tell him, and he nods. “cum with me, okay?”

he removes one hand from your waist so he can place his thumb in your pretty little mouth again, something for you to suck on to distract yourself as you release all over his throbbing cock.

and you did exactly that along with jake cumming the same time as you. the pleasure makes you let out a muffled moan as your tongue caresses his thumb. you hear him let out a pleasured sigh from behind you. “mfh you feel so good, baby..” you hear him saying. you try to get off his cock but he tightens his grasp on your waist. “you’re not going anywhere after all of that,” he says, and you notice a smile in his voice.

“stay like this for the entire movie. can you do that for me, baby?” he adds, getting closer to your neck. “yes..” you reply, voice trembling from his cock stretching you out.

a hushed “good girl,” comes out from his soft lips. he starts to leave a trail of kisses down your neck. “taste so good,” he groans in your ear, licking and sucking on your neck.

he bites down on a sensitive spot on your neck, and a soft gasp escapes your lips, biting down on your lower lip. he soothes the pain by licking the bite. you wanna protest but your afraid if you stop biting on your lip that you’d let out another moan, you can’t risk that happening, but with what jake is doing, it’s gonna be hard to stay quiet.

“you’re doing so well for me baby.. ‘movie’s almost done,” he praises, and you can feel your cheeks grow warm. he sneaks his slim hand under your shirt and the coldness of his hands catch you off guard. with his other hand, he plays with your bra strap. your bra falls from your chest and almost immediately, he wraps his hands around your tits, cupping them. he kneads your supple skin before placing two fingers around your nipples, rolling them gently. a soft moan escapes your mouth.

you let out a sigh of relief when you spot the credits roll on the projector. “jake.. the movie’s over,” you inform him, but he sighs, frustrated. “fine,” he reluctantly groans, giving you permission to get off of him. you nod and stand up, getting off of his cock with a pop sound. he helps you put your panties and bra on, and in return you help him pull up his sweatpants.

“i’m gonna go to the restroom real quick,” you mutter, voice slightly quivering. “k” is all jake responds with and you immediately sprint off to the bathroom, only to regain your composure from what happened. theres a long hallway and then a turn at the end to go to the bathroom, and as you’re about to turn, you feel long fingers grab your wrist.

before you could react, the person traps you against a wall, your chest against the wall. by the hands? it’s jake.

“what are you doing..?” you mumble, and you hear him scoff behind you. “do you know how upsetting it was to stop you from screaming my name the entire movie?” he pushes you against the wall more, grabbing your waist as he does. “dumb cocksleeve..” he faces you to the direction of the bathroom and opens the door with one hand, instantly pulling you two in a stall, trapping you against the stall door. he barely gives you a chance to react before hardly pressing his lips into yours, his hands working on sliding down your miniskirt.

you immediately sink into the kiss, too absorbed to see that his hands have already slid down your skirt and are attempting to pull down your panties. he successfully removes them and pulls away from the kiss, a string of saliva still connecting you two before it breaks. he glances down at his sweatpants and he starts to pull them down, and you can already see his hardness. he swiftly removes both his pants and underwear, stepping back a bit as his cock springs out. “suck on it,” he whines. “please.” his desperation creates a familiar wetness pool in your panties. you immediately nod, using the extra space he made for you to get on your knees.

you spread your mouth open and let him insert himself into it, and goodness did it taste good. you wrap your lips around his tip and start to move up and down slowly, sucking on his cock a little, making him let out a loud groan. you pull away to lick on his cock, licking a vein. he moans and grabs your hair, making you lick on his vein with more pressure. “baby,” he sighs in pleasure as you stop licking his vein and start to suck on his cock, moving up and down slowly, trying to get used to his size.

he grips your hand and positions it on the bottom of his cock, hinting at you to rub. you take the signal and start to pump his cock as you simultaneously suck on it, increasing your pace. you can already taste precum leaking from his tip, the taste so incredibly intoxicating. you whimper against his cock, sending vibrations through his body. he shudders in response. you can hear his small pants as you continue to devour his cock. words are coiled at jake’s throat, coming out as desperate whimpers, craving for more.

jake’s breath hitches as he starts to feel his release coming closer, and he brings his hand to yours, guiding you to help jerk him off faster. naturally, you suck him faster to, and that was enough to get him to cum inside your mouth with a groan, a wave of pleasure washing over him. “swallow,” he grunts, panting heavily as he attempts to recover from the situation.

he shuts his eyes closed to gain his composure only to flutter his eyes back open so he can catch the beautiful glimpse of you swallowing his cum, almost pathetically whining at the sight; your tongue licking your lips for more of his taste, shoot, it makes him go crazy.

you gaze up at him, eyes filled with silent pleads as you do, an immediate invite for him to completely ruin you. he smirks at you and extends his hand to help you stand up. one minute you were standing up, the next you’re pinned against the stall walls by your boyfriend, undressing you impatiently.

he successfully takes the last piece off of you, (your panties), leaving you in only your oversized shirt. he lets out a silent moan. “look so perfect,” he mutters under his breath as he throws your piece of cloth on the ground. his pants are still down, and so he wastes no time in lifting his cock up to your already so wet hole, dragging his slightly leaking tip up and down your slit slowly. “so wet for me already..”

“j-jake—” you choke out, feeling the stretch from just the head of his length. “what’s wrong baby?” he mocks teasingly, almost immediately thrusting fast and deep into you with no warnings. your lips quiver as you cry out his name followed by a whimper, eyes closing shut as you try to adjust. jake caresses your cheek before kissing it, giving you time to get used to the feeling.

he starts off slowly, giving you painfully slow but deep thrusts. jake’s impatience takes over however, harshly burying his whole cock inside you. his pace increases slightly, and both of your heavy pants fill the silence of the bathroom. “ugmf- jake..” you whine, feeling his veins around your walls. “so tight for me, baby..” he grunts, beginning to move faster. jake leans forward, his forehead resting on yours. you spot him licking his lips, hands traveling to your waist.

he pulls his cock out, gliding it across your wet slit, teasing you as you whine. “jake.. p-please..” you pathetically whimper, eyes half-lidded as you glance up at him, his eyes darkening as he sees you desperate beneath him. he thrusts into you, his balls slapping against your clit as he slams his whole length inside. you throw your head back, becoming an embarrassing moaning mess under him. “so tight for me,” he coos, voice trembling from how soft your walls feel around his cock. his low australian accent sends shivers down your spine. the pleasure, the moans coming from your mouth, the filthy squelching sounds from how wet you are only makes him groan from how satisfyingly dirty it is. if it wasn’t for his freakishly strong hands holding your waist your legs would’ve gave in.

your hands travel to his shoulders, squeezing his clothing each time he harshly thrusts into you. his eyebrows sexily furrow at the pleasure, a low grunt escaping his mouth. his thumb begins to rub sloppy circles on the side of your stomach, his head leaning in to slam his plump lips against yours. he groans into the kiss, the vibration going straight to your clit, making you wetter than you already were. you let out a gasp, and jake doesn’t waste the opportunity to intrude his tongue into your mouth. he plunges his cock in and out of your core, both of you becoming more vocal as the noises you two held back at the screening finally comes out in muffled moans against each other’s mouths. he pulls away to catch his breath, both of you unevenly panting as he pistons into your wet tightness mercilessly.

you feel the knot in your stomach tense and tighten with each thrust, your mind foggy and spinning from his big cock in you. “feel so—” he grunts, interrupting himself with a moan. “so good..” he speeds up, whimpers escape your lips without your control. you squeeze his shoulders tight ‘til your knuckles turn white, sure to leave marks but jake didn’t pay attention to it. rather he was more turned on by it, rutting his length into you deeper and faster. both of your pants grow heavier, his balls slapping your cheeks echoed a repeated clapping noise all around the bathroom. “ngh— jake.. shoot..” you whine, jake tightening his grip on your waist as a response. “that’s it.. let me hear you, baby..” he speaks, tone breathy and deep.

you bury your head in his chest, whining in satisfaction. you can hear his australian accent dripping off his moans as his tip reaches your cervix. your hips move with his, allowing his cock to reach places you never have with your fingers. the new angle only makes jake feel more aroused, thrusting into your tight hole repeatedly. your mouth gapes open at the feeling, feeling your second orgasm of the day get closer each time he pulls his cock in and out of you. “love my cock, yeah?” he grunts, his cock twitching inside of you. “s’ good.. m’ c-close..” you cry, fingers gently digging into his shoulders. “mmfh— me too, baby,” he groans, his hand circling the side of your stomach makes its way down to your clit, circling it instead. the sudden added pressure elicits a high moan from you, balling your hands into a fist and squeezing.

“j-jake..” you let out between pants, barely above a whisper. he doesn’t respond, simply inserting two fingers inside of you, a whimper escaping your mouth. “cum,” he commands, and you nod, lips trembling. he circles and thrusts you faster and you feel your mind starting to spin, a wave of pleasure washes over you as the knot in your stomach finally snaps. his cock pulses and twitches as he releases shortly after you, shooting his hot load into your tightness.

the next 30 seconds is pure silence, the only sounds being you and jake’s heavy pants. he breaks the silence, wrapping his hands around your waist and kissing your collarbones, murmuring tiny “are you okay?”’s against your skin, pouting. you nod and reach for his head, ruffling his hair. “lets go home,” he mutters.

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Ok so in another post I talked about all the reasons why Valzhang is better than Caleo, and I wanted to do one on Valgrace as well (lmk if this should become a series).

Bear in mind I am only on HoH- I haven’t read all of the Caleo bits yet, but I know she ain’t gonna treat him right.

I was originally SUPER sceptical about Valgrace (“I ship them platonically” “Jason is the Token Straight Friend”) and while I don’t think it was ever cannon I 100% THINK IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN.

Seriously, my eyes have been opened to Valgrace, to the point where the fanfic I’m writing about them currently clocks in at around 5,934 words.

I am OBSESSED. It is a PROBLEM.

And some of the fanarts/fanfics of them are SO CUTE I COULD DIE- it was hard NOT to ship them after reading some of y’all’s stuff. Keep up the good work.

Anyway buckle up ‘cause I’m ‘bouta write a whole dam essay on this.

1. The whole appeal of Jason Grace’s character is that he sees through your insecurities and lifts you up because he is too pure for this world. So narratively speaking, why is he with the most stable character? Yeah, Piper’s got issues, but compared to the others? She’s doing pretty well for herself. I mean, her parents are ALIVE!! Wouldn’t it just make more sense, narratively speaking, to put Jason with the MOST insecure character??? He can support Leo, help him in his arc, and it would give Jason a time to shine by highlighting his best qualities.

2. Throughout most of the books, Jason is the ONLY ONE who actually consistently sees through Leo’s mask. Everyone else’s POV of Leo is “Haha Leo said something funny and goofy and we’re all trying to be serious here, Leo. Gods, he’s soooo annoying!”, whereas Jason’s POV is like “Jason could see that Leo was desperately trying to keep it together for the good of the group, and he thought that was noble and brave and good and kind and awesome.” Like I said above, he’s able to lift Leo up because he sees him, and knows him. Something Calypso never did. There are several interactions, during TLH particularly, where Jason is just like “Hey, Leo? You are great. You are awesome. You have saved our lives multiple times. Whatever just went wrong, it wasn’t your fault. Stop beating yourself up about everything. You are a valued and respected member of this team. I love and appreciate you.” And Leo still puts up those walls with the jokes and the sarcastic remarks, and Jason is nothing but patient with him. Calypso was never like that.

3. I can’t find the line in the book, but there’s a bit in HoH where Jason’s worrying about the “To Storm or Fire, the World must fall” line in the prophecy, and he says words to the effect of “I like living, but I’d rather I die than Leo, anyway horses-” and seriously?? Rick missed a trick by not making them a couple. There is WAY more potential for angst if there’s that romantic feeling involved, knowing one of them is going to die, and both being willing to sacrifice themselves for one another like this is “Merchant of Venice” or something (I will explain the obscure Shakespeare reference in the comments). Calypso would never give up her LIFE for Leo, and Leo would only give up his because she’s hot.

4. Okay, most of this is copy-pasted from my post about Valzhang, but it still applies, and it applies to them maybe more so. They get so much more time together to establish a meaningful relationship. Their arc carries over all five books, and we get to form connections as a reader to them both, so the payoff is a lot more satisfying. Unlike Calypso, Jason is his own character separately, and not just an add-on to Leo’s arc. Their friendship is a key focus in their chapters, and a key point in their character development, as Jason is the first person Leo ever opens up to about his mom. When Calypso showed up, Leo had already gone through that journey of letting down those walls, so it was a lot less meaningful. They had little to no time to develop a relationship, and we never get a chance to care about Calypso as a person. She’s just kind of a plot point for Leo/Percy’s own development, and never her own character.

5. What separates Leo and Calypso from the other relationships in the series is that they were not written for each other. Frank and Hazel? Written for each other. Jason and Piper? Written for each other. Percy and Annabeth? FUCKING WRITTEN TO BE TOGETHER FOREVER. Cal was brought in during BoTL to cockblock Percabeth, and then Rick realised Leo “needed” a girlfriend, so picked her. But you know what two characters were written to be best friends right from the get-go? Like literally it’s established in the first couple pages of the first book? Jason and Leo. Much like how Valzhang were always meant to be rivals, Jason and Leo were always meant to be best friends.

6. Like I said in the last post, Leo doesn’t NEED a girlfriend. He can heal his trauma with friends and found family, learning to love and accept himself, learning that he doesn’t actually need the attention of a hot girl to be valid. Jason is the best person to help him on that journey, seeing as how his character thrives in uplifting others. The only person who ever loved Leo unconditionally died when he was eight. His blood relatives abandoned him, and he clearly wasn’t treated very well in the foster homes. He constantly feels like he has to work to prove he’s earned his place among the Seven because for him, family has never been a guarantee. Jason cares for Leo even when he’s fucked up, even when he’s a crying mess on the floor, even when he feels most like he doesn’t deserve to be cared for. Leo thinks he needs the attention of a hot girl to give him validation. What he really needs is to find a place among his brethren- and Jason offers him that place.

So, kids, that was it for today’s edition of “Why Literally Any Ship Is Better Than Caleo”. Tune in next time for our fav ✨trauma twinsies✨ Valdangelo!

[mermaidchansons]

I need ppl to stop putting ‘x black reader’ in the tags if it’s not actually catered to a black reader lol. I’m looking for the mannerisms, the hair textures, aave, cultural references, SOMETHING! Anything?? Like, just leave it at ‘x reader’ if you’re not gonna commit just leave us out of it, FFS

And it’s especially annoying when it’s so obvious that the piece was not made for black readers and they only used the tag for fucking engagement. Don’t do that shit. I be blockin’ folk so quick, playing w/ my emotions😒

And yes, I know fanfics are a silly goofy time and that we’re getting this for free(I would know, I write fics). But there’s a lot of y’all who weren’t struggling to find representation in insert name fanfics prior to Black Panther. So miss me with all that bullshit.

[emi-writings]

DSMP Fanfics and Women: Passive, Fridged or Worse

I have read a lot of DSMP fanfics in the years I’ve been in the fandom. I’ve read popular fics, unpopular fics, fics that have since been deleted, and everything in between. And unfortunately, there has been a trend I’ve notice in this fandom.

This fandom really doesn’t like it’s female characters.

Now, not every single fic in the fandom fails its female characters, but the ones that don’t tend to be the exception, not the rule.

And no, this isn’t going to be a long post demanding people write fics only focusing on the women of the DSMP. Side characters and supporting casts make up important roles in stories as well, and so this discussion will apply to every single fic in the fandom, because the issues aren’t just the women not being the main characters, but how writers treat them in their fics.

Also, I am gonna be using the terms male and female characters a lot. I know a few characters don’t fit this binary, and I don’t want to exclude them, but I don’t want to over-complicate this post, especially given how different these characters are treated. Ranboo is a character that has no concept of gender, but the fandom mostly treats them pretty well, with exceptions of course – though that can be explained by most of the fandom simply treating Ranboo as a male character. Whereas Eret… oh, some of the things I’ve read could be it’s own post. We’re just gonna keep it simple for now.

Let’s start with the one point that infuriates me the most: fridging.

For those of you who don’t know, fridging is a term that refers to the trope of a female character dying in order to further the a male character’s story, usually via providing them with motivation. This is bad because it basically turns the female character into nothing more than an object. Fridging has been criticised for many, many years now, ridiculed as much as the equally appalling bury your gays trope.

And damn, have I read way too many fics where women are fridged.

Obviously, you can kill off female characters, that’s not the issue. But when you have a character die, and it’s only done for the sake of either getting your male characters to do something, or to give them something to whine about, it’s not a pleasant reading experience.

Of course, it could be worse. In one fic I read where a female character was fridged right near the beginning of the story, two other female characters are introduced and later die. There was a male character these two women had helped out in the very short glimpses of screen time. When they die, you’d expect that male character – who was just saved by one of them, by the way – would mourn them, right? What actually happened is that male character mourned a different male character. A character that he literally doesn’t know and never spoke to. His thoughts are literally how if they had met they might have been friends. Not a single thought is given to the two women who died – again, one of them just saved him before dying.

Even in their deaths, female characters aren’t treated like individuals. They’re objectified by their deaths. They’re either not worth mourning or caring about. Or, they’re only worth attention because of how their death furthers the male characters development.

Now, let’s talk about passive characters, active characters and character agency.

Character agency is a character’s ability to affect or progress the story. Active characters have agency and actively affect the story. Passive characters have no agency, and are affected by the story.

The DSMP is mostly filled with active characters, due to the nature of how the story is played out. But for the sake of an example, let’s bring out Tommy. A time where Tommy was being an active character was when he gave up the discs for L’manburg’s freedom and right to exist. This affected the plot greatly, as without that there wouldn’t have been a L’manburg. A time where Tommy was a passive character was the exile arc. Tommy was kidnapped by Dream, and forced to live out his exile where Dream placed him. This wasn’t Tommy making a decision, this was Tommy being affected by the plot which was being shaped by those around him. Tommy had no agency in these moments.

I’ve noticed that despite the female characters canonically having a lot of agency and being very active characters, female characters are often turned into passive characters. They don’t drive or contribute to the plot in any way, the plot just happens to them.

Now, you might be under the assumption that it’s simply just because the women are rarely the main characters. After all, it’s impossible for side characters and supporting cast members to be active characters, right?

WRONG! It’s not that hard to give characters agency. If a character is included in a scene, they should have a reason to be there. They should have a purpose, a motivation, a goal. They should be making choices. Yet way too often female characters are, at best, just going along with what the male characters say or do. At worst, they’re just basically cameo appearances, a way for the writer to pat themselves on the back for being so diverse without actually putting in effort.

There is also the fact that when writers are picking out their cast, they make some… interesting choices. Female characters rarely get the chance to actively being involved in what the male characters are doing.

Why are SBI fics so… determined to only have male characters in the family? SBI has no basis in canon, and the characters themselves have meaningful relationships with female ones. Kristin is literally Philza’s wife and canonically Wilbur’s mother. Niki has a lot of history and lore with all SBI members, all mostly beginning positive at the beginning.

You’d think that since SBI fans love family dynamics, they’d be down with including more members, right? After all, more characters means you can really explore new and interesting dynamics. After all, if you’re focusing on a family dynamic, it’s better to have a decent sized cast to work with, and five or six allows for more dynamics to form. But when SBI fans want to throw in two characters into the mix, the go with Tubbo and Ranboo. Which is especially confusing given how many fics keep the Beeduo marriage, giving an unintentional incesty angle.

But why does it have to be the male characters? In SBI, why not Niki and Kristin? That adds in a Mother and a Daughter/Sister character, which can add in new relationship interactions. That could be interesting, and actually add in some new twists to a part of the fandom with over 20K fics on Ao3.

It’s not just in family dynamics. In AUs, roles in stories that could be fulfilled by anyone are typically given to male characters. These roles might be needed for the story, but they don’t rely on any dynamics, duos or anything, just simply picking any character who isn’t already part of the plot. And, it would be easy to give a female character a role like this and allow them to progress the plot. But it’s always a male character.

A common defense I’ve seen SBI writers specifically use is that they don’t include Kristin because they want to write a story where Phil/Wilbur/Techno/A combination of all three/etc aren’t being great family members, and Kristin just wouldn’t allow that. It was just too hard and didn’t work. I used to think this was true, until I sat down and wrote my own fic where Wilbur and Phil don’t have a healthy relationship… and Kristin is there… fitting seamlessly into the plot, while not supporting Phil’s actions entirely.

It really wasn’t hard at all, and the only assumption I can come to is that these other writers… don’t really want to try.

There are no real magic solutions to these problems. Fanfics are free, the writers don’t owe anyone a perfect piece of fiction.

But I don’t think it’s too much to ask that the writers behind these fics stop and reflect on why they’re making the choices they do. To sit down and consider if their reasoning behind decisions… are actually excuses to hide behind.

Writers can do whatever they want, but as someone who reads fics even more than I write them, I’m getting tired and bored of this. Is it really too much to ask for where a female character just… can exist? And contribute to the plot?

These are ramblings from someone who is tired, and it’s probably not put together the best, but hopefully this can at least be a starting point for getting at least a part of the fandom to really think about their approach to fanfics and specifically female characters in them.

[blossoms-phan]

im not going to get into a discussion on the ethicalities of art including nsfw art imo alls fair in rpf if fanfic is fine then why not art y’know but my mind keeps going back to the real part of the show yday when phil is talking he’s specifically referring to the past when people blew up every little detail and tried to out them and imo if we are gonna talk about art “objectifying” them people used to draw some freakyyyy stuff in 2015 like any one piece from that era is so much worse than anything you would find today and I’m not shaming those people or anything but in my personal opinion dnp have drawn boundaries for themselves in interacting with us too like for example if they’re doing a twitter or tumblr video now they ask for submissions or there’s a specific tag so it’s like we’re allowed to have our specific art and fic it’s not all for them to see you know? back then they would constantly be exposed to that stuff just on their dashes or for a video and tagged in it and that’s just what the internet was like unfortunately and maybe that would make me a little uncomfortable too esp if I wasn’t out and they had to present as bros all the time. but I need people to know he’s not saying art is bad like imo two of the most popular phanartists in this era are ones that they’ve commissioned art from literally ones of them as sexy little catboys and they know they see the other stuff and clearly like it so idk what kind of point I’m trying to make here but phanartists keep doing what you’re doing

[padfootagain]

The Moustache

The Moustache

Hello! Today, we’re answering an anonymous request: “Helloooo! You see I woke up from my nap thinking about this… You see how Ben had a mustache in the cabinet of curiosities when he played old william? I don’t really know if it was fake or he had to grow it, but for the shake of this idea lets gonna pretend he had to grow it. I remember years ago reading a Sebastian Stan fic where he also had to grow the mustache for the I, Tonya film and reader be like “I’m not kissing you until you shave that thing off your face” and I thought it would be fun reading something like that Ben? If you’re down for it. Reader being playful and turning her face when he tries to kiss her or something like that🙈 I’m not really fan of guy’s with mustaches but I guess we always can make exceptions….”

I have no idea what the fanfic the anon is referring to, but the idea is absolutely adorable, so let’s goooo!

Thank you for your request, anon! I hope you enjoy your fic!

I hope you all like this cute little fic! Tell me what you think of it!

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Pairing: Ben Barnes x reader

Warnings: absolute fluffiness that will leave your teeth rotten

Summary: Ben needs to grow a moustache for his role in Guillermo del Toro’s Cabinet of Curiosity. You’re not a fan, although… perhaps you don’t hate it as much as pretend you do.

Word count: 1611

Ben Barnes’s Masterlist – Main Masterlist

You’ve never liked moustaches.

It’s simply not your thing. You don’t find it aesthetically pleasing, it tickles when you kiss…

Still, as Ben is getting ready to work for his next Netflix show and he has to grow a moustache… you don’t mind it that much.

You would be lying if you claimed that you didn’t prefer him with a full beard or a clean-shaven face, still… it must be Ben’s magic playing with your head cause you still find him dashing this morning, as you see him shaving his cheeks, shaping his moustache with care.

It’s rather late in the morning, but it’s Sunday and you both enjoy these days slow-paced and lazy, filled with blankets, cuddles and cups of tea.

You have lingered in bed for a long while with Ben this morning, taking your time to wake up under his kisses, holding onto him tight as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. The sun was fully risen when you summoned enough strength to get up and prepare a breakfast for two, Ben making his famous pancakes and you cutting fruits and preparing your favourite beverages and stealing touches as you walked by him.

Now, you’re coming out of the shower that you shared with Ben. The habit domestic and loving, of hands running through hair, and palms massaging tired shoulders, and fingers rubbing soft caresses as well as soap on the other’s skin.

Ben’s hair is still a wet mess, dark strands falling before his eyes. He’s wearing nothing but a towel hanging low on his hips, and you can’t help but stare at him as he gets ready.

You put on your underwear while stealing glances, but Ben is too focused to notice the way you gawk at him, admiring the few droplets lingering over the small of his back and along his spine.

He frowns after a while though, staring at his own reflection scrunching his nose in focus.

He turns to you, a slight tilt of the head as he asks you a question.

“Did I make my moustache even? I can’t tell anymore, I’ve been staring at it for too long…”

You chuckle at that, but examine his work all the same, taking the scissors he offers to make the shape perfect.

“Will no one make sure you’ve done a good job on set anyway?”

“At make-up? Of course. But I still have to live for a whole week without any professional help and still try my best to not look ridiculous.”

“But you have my help!” you chime.

“Yeah… that’s what I’m saying.”

You swat his upper arm playfully as you protest, making him laugh.

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding!”

“You shouldn’t play that game with me when I’m holding the scissors. The fate of your facial hair is in my hands, after all.”

He fakes fear, in a not-so-convincing way, especially for a talented actor…

“Please, have mercy, don’t take it out on the moustache!”

“Stop talking, you’re moving your lips.”

“Sorry.”

It’s quiet for a few minutes while you shape his moustache the best you can, and you have a proud smile as you put down the scissors.

“Done! Look! What do you think?”

He smiles as he looks at his reflection once more.

“Quite good! Well done!” Ben leans to give you a kiss, but he frowns hard when you scrunch your nose as you pull away.

“This thing tickles. When are you getting rid of it?”

He laughs at that.

“In a couple of months, I would say.”

“Two months?! Wow… that’s a lot…”

“You hate it that much?”

His tone is playful still, and yet you don’t fail to recognize the hesitation in his gaze.

You roll your eyes.

“You’re always gorgeous, baby,” you reassure him, and it earns you a bright grin.

“But?” he adds, raising a brow.

“But… I’m not a fan of the moustache.”

“Really?” he asks, touching the hair above his lip. “I thought it gave me some… mature charm.”

“You don’t need a moustache to look mature.”

“Are you implying that I’m old?”

“Of course!”

“Hey!”

You can’t refrain your laughter this time, shaking your head at the outrage in his eyes.

“No, you’re not old! Besides, you’re aging gracefully.”

“Getting better, like a fine wine?” he teases, and you nod.

“Absolutely.”

“So, if I wanted to keep my moustache after the movie was done…?”

“Well, you’re free to do whatever you want with your facial hair,” you answer cautiously.

“But you won’t like it.”

You know he’s teasing, not being truly serious.

“I might refuse to kiss you as often as I do now.”

He looks at you with shock, a hand on his heart.

“That would be awfully cruel of you, love!”

“But it tickles! And it’s…”

You merely shake your head.

“Actually, I’m not sure I want to kiss you anymore, now that you have that thing on your face,” you tease him, and Ben knows what you’re doing. He still plays along, gasping.

“No kisses! That would be too cruel. Besides, we both know you wouldn’t hold for more than five minutes! You love my kisses too much for that.”

As if to prove a point, he drops a couple of pecks on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you to pull you close. When you feel him tugging at the clasp of your bra, you pull away though.

“Is that a challenge? Cause I can totally resist the urge of kissing you for a whole day. Especially when you’re sporting that thing.”

“Thing? It’s not alive, you know?”

“Are you sure?”

You both laugh at that while you put on a shirt and some jeans, and Ben gets dressed as well.

“I bet you can last an hour, and then you’ll give up and come cuddle and steal kisses,” he challenges you, and you raise an eyebrow, meeting his confident gaze.

“You think you’re this charming, huh?”

“I am. To you, at least.”

“Cocky!”

He rolls his eyes, but when he answers, the words are more genuine, less playful.

“I simply assume that you’re as obsessed with me as I am with you.”

You grin at that, and you lean to kiss him, before you remember his challenge. You shake yourself out of your urge, and narrow your eyes at him.

“Hmmm… Almost fell for this one,” you admit, making him laugh.

“You would have held on for a grand thirty seconds, then. That would have been a record, you’re all over me all the time when we’re alone.”

“That’s not true!”

“Yes, it is. And I’m all over you as well, and I like it that way.”

It’s his time to lean closer, but you turn your head away, his lips landing on your cheek instead of your lips, making you giggle as he gives you a big smooch anyway.

“No! No kisses!”

You both laugh at that as you walk out of the bathroom.

It turns out it’s easy to last for an hour without kissing him, because Ben spends some time working and you spend some time reading. Even if you’ve both settled in the living room, you’re both busy with your own tasks, and merely hold hands from time to time.

The real struggle comes after this quiet time, when Ben starts seriously losing focus and sets himself on a cuddling mission, lying down and resting his head on your laps so you can run your fingers through his dark hair. He heaves a content sigh at the feeling.

But the moment lasts just a few minutes as Ben grows restless and is soon playing with your hand, then lifting the hem of your shirt to kiss your stomach.

“Stop! It tickles!” you complain in a laughter you can’t hold back, pushing him off of you and almost making him fall off the couch.

He rolls his eyes.

“I usually have a beard and you’re perfectly fine with that!”

“But it doesn’t feel the same.”

He gives you a look and scoffs.

“You’re being dramatic.”

“And you’re irritating.”

He scrunches his nose, moving his moustache in the process, and you can’t help but laugh at him for it. It earns you another dramatic eye-roll.

“Come on, I want kisses,” he complains, leaning closer, but you turn away, laughing.

“No! No kisses while you have that moustache!”

“I’ll have it for two months, you can’t hold that promise, love.”

“I can! I will!”

But Ben grows annoyed now, because, after all, he does want his kisses. His tone is less humorous when he speaks again.

“Love, please. Darling, I want to kiss you. I’m not joking now.”

You pout.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

You nod, and he smiles again as he leans closer…

…for his lips to meet the cover of your book.

You explode in laughter, and if he didn’t love this sound so much, he would be mad at you right now.

“You’re so cruel…”

But you take his face in your hands in a tender hold, and he can’t keep scowling.

“Sorry, baby. That’s enough teasing. And I need more than you having a stupid moustache to not want to kiss you anymore.”

“Good to know.”

And you yield. You kiss him, forgetting about this challenge of his, and it’s worth it. Despite the moustache, you adore his kisses more than anything in this world.

He chuckles against your lips as you melt into his arms.

“So much for holding on for a whole day…”

“You were getting too needy and moody.”

“Was not.”

“Was too.”

“Let me kiss you again…”

You smile, nodding, bumping your nose into his in the process.

“Please, do.”

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Taglist : @sergeantbuckybarnes @wolfmoonmusic @reg-arcturus-black

[numptypylon]

Carry the One, part 1

“Rayla, please. You, Soren, a bale of hay, a horse with kind eyes and a keg is not an afterparty anyone will blame you for leaving. Only if you leave early, so you have to hurry, alright? Because it’s actually so late it’ll soon be early.”

“But Callum! Don’t you want to hear about this restaurant concept Soren and I came up with! It’s ‘a vanguard’, Soren says, and that means awesome and cool and never been done before-“

“It’s 4am.”

“I sure know a ‘yes’ when I hear it! And oh, we’re gonna need you to tear apart the fabric of space again, to add the fizz to our signature cocktail! So, we were thinking, what if all the courses were bread? And the cocktail was like… fizzy bread- Wait. That’s just beer. Can a signature cocktail just be beer, in an a vanguard restaurant? You’re our cocktail expert, so it’s kinda your job to know this stuff…“

“Rayla… again… it’s 4am.”

“I know! That’s what I’ve been saying! Your 4am attitude needs more fizz! That… was what I’ve been saying, right?”

“No! Not at all! Not even a little bit! And this is the last time I’m taking you to bed! Three times is a fair limit for anyone!”

“Okay.” But she paused, and her happy face fell a bit. “That’s… fair. Like you said.”

“It’s wrong, too. You know that, right? I also said… I’d do anything for you. And anything… is a way higher number than three.”

You can see all the variants of this drawing here and find other drabbles in this series in the [#drabble series: carry the one] tag, when I write more, which will probably be soon. (The fizz is a reference to my fanfic S4-5, Down to Earth and Down Below the Ocean, wherein Callum invents soda by way of pulling carbon dioxide straight out of the air)

[candycandy00]

Well that sucked. I think I’m just gonna give up on modern shonen manga having satisfying ending arcs. They’re just full of baffling writing choices and trolling their readers for the hell of it.

Sure, give us hope for a week and then not only NOT revive Gojo but instead confirm once and for all that he’s totally dead and there’s no chance of him coming back. Honestly it feels like 236 all over again. Like he died again.

But this is terrible writing. What the fuck was the point of all the “go south or go north” bullshit? All the lotus flower imagery and references to Buddhism? They all went exactly nowhere.

Worst of all, this totally negates the only positive reason for him to die that all the people defending his death kept trotting out in every discussion: “He needed to die so the younger characters could shine and grow!” That argument is utterly meaningless now because in the end they had to literally drag out his corpse! They’re still depending on him! We’re still getting a Sukuna vs Gojo round 2 without the benefit of having the actual Gojo back. So his death didn’t even serve the narrative function it was supposed to! Meaning his death had no purpose in the story. It was just Gege being a troll.

Honestly I’m feeling about this the way I’ve been feeling about BNHA for a while now. I’ve lost my emotional investment and I don’t really care what happens from here on out. I’ll fix it in fanfic.

Edit: Just to be clear I’m not upset at Yuta (he literally got permission first I don’t get why people are mad at him). And I don’t hate the concept of Yuta using Kenjaku’s technique to take over someone else’s body. And without all the narrative context, I don’t have a problem with him taking over Gojo’s body. But! My issue is that, in context, it totally defeats any purpose of Gojo dying in the first place.

Ever since Gojo died, everytime his fans even mentioned wanting him to come back, we all heard the same thing: “What’s the point of bringing him back? He already lost to Sukuna. Bringing him back now would just derail Yuji’s development!” And even though I disagreed with that statement, I could see the logic there. I could understand that viewpoint. But this chapter destroys the only good argument for not bringing Gojo back. And we still don’t get him back. That’s why this chapter makes me so angry.

[likeabulldigidigibombombombom]

hi friend pls complete my request huehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehue

so you're alpha bangchan's mate and u are happily married with 2 kids but he accidentally hurts u when he's out hunting :D

I wish I never showed you my account

Previous asks, I am working on your stuff in a Google doc and I'm trying to make it good. This is just a joke because I think 8coupsstar is gonna kill me if I don't try and do this.

For future reference, I don't do omegaverse stuff.

Paring: Husband!Bangchan x Afab!fem!reader

Warnings: Minors DNI as there is smut, this is meant to be shitty please don't bully me😭 Unprotected sex, breeding kink, No hate to people that enjoy the omegaverse! It's just not for me personally

Words: 544

Summary: Weird omegaverse shit with smut and fluff.

Your husband Bangchan, whom you've been married to for many years and with whom you've borne children, has been missing you recently. Unlike other alphas, he doesn't just date you for sex or to get you through your heats, he has self-control.

Since he's been wanting to spend more time with you, he asked if you wanted to go hunting with him. Leaving your kids under the guidance of your friend at their house, you went out with him to hunt for food (I'm going to hunt for you). As he was stalking around trying to find something to kill, you wandered off looking around the forest that he took you to.

Suddenly you felt something pounce on you, pinning you to the floor. You felt a twinge of pain as you fell back and saw something on top of you. You screamed and scrambled to your feet as you backed away slowly. You were cornered. Tears began to fall. Just as it was about to bite you, the strange creature stopped and stepped back. 

It was Bangchan. As you dried your eyes with your sleeve, he cupped your face. “Baby I’m so sorry. I thought you were an animal.” “I’m sorry” “No, you aren’t sorry, you did nothing wrong.” “I was scared that you were gonna kill me.” “I know honey, I’m so sorry. I genuinely didn’t know.” “I know Chan.”

You could feel yourself getting faint and you realised only one thing could be happening. You were in heat. ‘Perfect timing’ you thought. As Bang Chan sniffed the air and you could see a bulge forming in his pants, he grabbed your hand and pulled you back to the car. “We’re going home,” he said. “It’s not safe.” “But I thought you wanted to go hunting?” “You’re more important.” 

When you got home, he ran you a bath and made you a snack. “Has your heat gone away?” You looked up at him while sweating, curled up on the couch. “Isn’t it obvious?” “Mhm.” He sat next to you and held your hand. “I’m so sorry baby, I just wanted to spend time with you and it went badly. I’m sorry for scaring you. I love you so much.” “I love you too.” You could see his boner reforming. “Can I make it up to you?” “How?” “I guess I can help you with your heat?” “Yes please.”

His dick was thrusting in and out of your aching cunt as you screamed his name. “Do you want me to fill you up baby?” “Yes Chan” You moaned in pleasure as his thrusts became sloppier and faster. “Cum for me.” You could feel your walls getting tighter as you reached your climax. “Are you going to cum in me Channie? Please?” “Of course baby girl.” He thrusted into you one final time and he shot his load deep inside of you. He groaned and carefully pulled out of you. 

“Was that good enough honey?” “It was perfect, I’m sorry about crying before and making you worry.” “It wasn’t your fault, it was mine.” “You shouldn’t feel bad, I really don’t care that much.” He hugged you tightly.

 “What did I do to deserve you?” “Everything.” “I love you.” “I love you too.”

Author note: I am so sorry that was the worst thing I have ever written I hate that so much It’s gonna haunt me for eternity. Like always, constructive criticism is wanted! If you liked this, please follow me for more fanfics that aren't like this one because I promise not all of my writing is like this. Also please send me some requests! <3 Thank you!

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[lincolnchristie]

*waves hand in the air like a beauty queen* Just Hello.*

Welcome to my professional tumblr. I’m Lincoln, and I’m a fantasy/science fiction author. I’m fond of murder mysteries, powers that come with a price, and mythology.

Most of you will probably know me already, actually, as tumblr user @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels. *jazz hands* Surprise, ‘tis I!

For a long time I resisted the idea of self-publishing. I didn’t want to start from the ground-up in building an audience because I’m not great at this whole social media thing and I hated that idea. However, I finally grew too frustrated with how the traditional publishing world treats its authors and said screw it. We’re gonna try doing this on my own.

And, uh, I’ve come to realize, I actually do have an audience. My lovely fanfiction readers.

My hope is that, since you all enjoy my fanfiction, you’ll want to check out my original writing, too. I will say up front that there are some differences such as a darker tone, heavier subjects, romance is not the main plot, etc. But, if you like my more plot-centric and serious fanfics, then I think you’ll like these original works of mine. I like to play around with themes and worlds similar to the ones found in those stories.

*vibrates with excitement* Which is why I'm launching my Patreon!!!

I have also, shocker of shockers to myself more than anyone, written a poetry collection. It's titled Manifesto of a Blossoming Supervillain and you can purchase it here on my website (I have a website!!!) in e-book with paperback coming in the next few days.

But my Patreon is where I'll be posting, chapter by chapter, my fantasy murder mystery novel A Masque of Shadows.

When the controversial regent of the city-state of Serenissima is murdered on the first night of Masquerade, Captain Matthias has to sort through spurned lovers, murderous family members, and scheming nobles to prevent war from breaking out. It's Murder on the Orient Express meets Game of Thrones starring a very tired autistic bisexual who's just trying to get through the holiday season.

What can I say, I want to see if you all can solve the mystery in real time. ;)

My Patreon is also where you'll get lots of sneak peak info about my other novels such as character art and playlists, worldbuilding info, deleted and bonus scenes, character backstory, and director's commentary.

The first novel that I plan to release in full is Pestilence, the first in my Horsemen Quartet:

When four women raised in a dead world come back to life, they find they're no longer entirely human... and the undead are no longer the worst threat they have to face in the wasteland.

It's currently with my sensitivity and beta readers, and the hope is to publish it in September (because I'm a masochist, I guess).

You also get pictures of my cats, Mr. Fluffernutter and Cuddlebug!

(They like to sit in the window and judge people.)

The audience I’ve built up with my fanfiction was rather like falling asleep. It happened slowly, and then all at once. I’m still blown away every day by the number of people who’ve read and enjoyed my stories on Ao3. I hope, if you are one of those people, that you will consider supporting me and join my Patreon to support my original work. These stories are near and dear to my heart, and I deeply love the characters in them. I hope that you all will, too.

*no I could not resist a MsScribe reference, sorry not sorry