#your comments mean so much to writers!

[ladyaldhelm]

When I was publishing my first fanfic, I almost stopped posting chapters because no one was interacting with my fic. Then suddenly out of nowhere I received a heartfelt comment from a reader, someone I did not know personally, and that was all the motivation I needed to continue posting chapters. It really makes a huge difference!!

An open note to readers of fanfic

Sometimes I stare at the computer screen when the words don’t want to come and I think, “Fuck, who am I kidding? This is terrible writing, and this story is shit, and no one cares, anyway.”  And I close the window and go do something else.

But every now and then I get an amazing, heartfelt, beautiful comment from someone who loved something I wrote, and it reminds me that, at least for that one person, I did write something worthwhile. And so I open the window again and I write one sentence, and then another, and then I start to find my way again.

So on behalf of all fanfic writers everywhere, I want to say thank you, thank you so much, to all of the readers who take the time to leave a comment and tell us that something we wrote mattered to you, that it brightened your day or made you laugh or cry or get horny or whatever.

Please don’t think we’re ever bothered by your comment, or that we don’t want to hear it, or that what you have to say isn’t important enough. It means so, so much. And on some days, it’s what keeps us going.

[romansleftshoulderpad]

As a writer, I love going back through the comments I've gotten on AO3. I promise that the minute you take of your time has been appreciated for hours/months/years

[itsriotmotherfuckers]

Whenever I get comments on my fics I’m just like “oh you like my writing? You enjoyed this enough to tell me? How do you feel about a fall wedding? Or spring or summer or winter I’m not picky, whenever you want. I will literally take a bullet for you”

[thatscarletflycatcher]

Leafed through what I think is one of the best Spanish translations of North and South, 30 dead, 79 injured.

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Double-Mutated Mikey

Chapter 47/Epilogue: Mikey Done Good

Continued from the short story written by @boots-with-the-fur-club

Prev

It has been a month since Mikey's second rescue from the TCRI.

The lair is bright again. There is laughter again. Everyone smiles and jokes and has fun again.

It's a home again.

Casey Jones Jr. smiles as he works to tidy up the lair, moving the empty and flattened cardboard boxes over to a side tunnel so they can be placed in a dumpster later. Usually, none of them mind the clutter or the mess from moving, but they're having guests over tonight and Casey wants to make a good impression.

Speaking of, CJ gets a notif from the security system that April has arrived. She waltzes in moment later, smiling brightly.

"Whattup, family!" she yells loudly, announcing her arrival to all who didn't get the notification. "It's your favourite person! Apriiiiiiiiiiiiil O'Neil!!"

CJ rolls his eyes as Donatello and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.2.0 come out to greet her.

"Hey, April!" Donnie responds, quickly fistbumping her in greeting. "How was class?"

"Pretty good. My report got an A, so I'd think I'm a shoo-in for the competitive writing finals this year. I heard the winners get to intern for Channel 6!"

Donnie rolls his eyes and smiles.

"You always did like the news."

"Congrats, bromigo!" S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.2.0 cheers, activating a few streamers and confetti, much to Casey's annoyance at having to clean the hall again.

"Where's everybody else?" April asks, glancing up and down the halls.

"Raph is still getting the dining room set up," Donnie says. "And Mikey's making dinner."

"Mikey is?" April asks, eyes wide, yet nowhere near as wide as her smile. "He's cooking again?"

"We've been practicing a few recipes," Casey announces proudly. "He felt confident enough to try making some of the food tonight."

"Lemme guess... pizza?" April chuckles as she follows the others into the living room to help Raphael set up. "I can't wait for another Mikey original! So, is everybody coming tonight?"

"My mom said she'll be here in a bit," Casey answers as he starts wiping down the table for the fourth time. "Agent Bishop and Honeycutt will be arriving within the next fifteen minutes, I think."

"Pops and Draxum are still waiting for Leo to wrap up his appointment. They're cuttin' it close, but Leo promised to be on time," Raph says as he carries a stack of plates into the room. "Which means he'll be fashionably late again."

Donnie sneers.

"You'd think a guy who can make portals to any place on earth would understand how to be punctual."

"I still can't believe it's been a month," April awes. "Everything flew by so fast!"

"And it doesn't help that the one day at the TCRI felt like a whole week," Raph groans. "Hey, who's in charge of silverware?"

"I got it," Casey offers, running into the kitchen and returning a moment later with the cutlery. "So, Mikey made pizza, Raph made breadsticks, and I made salad."

"I brought mini shish kabobs and dip," April offers, holding up a tupperware with grilled veggies on skewers.

"Sounds great! Mom mentioned bringing brownies..." Casey recalls, "Bishop and the Professor offered to pick up drinks, and Master Splinter and the Baron said they'd grab some Yokai hors d'oeuvre from the Hidden City vendors. So I think we'll be good!"

The group continue to set up the dinner table just as three more guests enter from the subway tunnel.

"I HAVE ARRIVED!!!" Cassandra yells loudly, waving her hockey stick around like a crazed chimpanzee as she runs.

Cass rushes forwards and wraps her arms around CJ as tightly as she can. He reciprocates with a laugh.

"ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴇᴅ," Fugitoid remarks as he and Bishop walk in next, "ʙᴜᴛ ᴇʟᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ꜱᴏ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴄᴀʟᴍᴇʀ ᴍᴀɴɴᴇʀ."

"Hey, Professor!" Casey greets with a smile. "You're looking good. New upgrades?"

"ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄɪɴɢ. ᴅᴏɴᴀᴛᴇʟʟᴏ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴇxᴛʀᴇᴍᴇʟʏ ʜᴇʟᴘꜰᴜʟ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴡᴇᴇᴋꜱ…"

"Anything for a fan of my work," Dee jokes. "And you've brought drinks. Any flavourless juice?"

"Sorry, just sodas," Bishop says, holding up a few grocery bags filled with large liters of name brand seltzers.

"We can't expect you to be perfect all the time," Donnie grumbles.

"Where's Mikey?" Bishop asks.

"If he heard Cass's war cry, then he should be here any second --"

Almost on cue, Mikey comes bounding out of the kitchen at full speed, pouncing at Cass and zipping around her waist and shoulders in excitement like a hyped-up cat. He eventually perches just above her shoulders, chirping excitedly and giving her a noogie. She laughs as she reaches up and pulls him down, matching his energy and nooging him right back.

Mikey laughs before releasing his hold on her and running over to Bishop and Fugitoid, reacting much more calmly and rising to stand on two legs for them.

"Hi, guys!" he says, a smile growing across his doughy and flour-caked face.

"ꜱᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴍɪᴋ��ʏ!" Fugitoid greets. "ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴡᴇʟʟ."

"Thanks! I'm all patched up now, see?" Mikey says as he enthusiastically shows off the large scars on his abdomen and neck. "My only complaint is the physical therapy's boring; but it is helping me to get back into my old hobbies!"

"I see you've taken up cooking?" Bishop asks, pulling a small chunk of sticky dough off Mikey's face.

"Oh, yeah. Whoops! I got a little carried away... but the pizza should be done in a while! Just enough time to talk about stuff and wait for the rest to get here! We can catch up!"

"Yeah, how's it going with the whole TCRI business?" Casey asks as he takes the brownies and sodas into the kitchen, the rest following after him and Mikey.

"Going really well," Bishop nods with a smile. "Which is surprising, considering everything. You'd think an evil corporation would try to hide their misdeeds, but what with all the leadership gone, everyone's turning on each other and revealing the truth!"

"Seriously?" Raph asks, eyes wide. "That's awesome!"

"Why haven't we heard anything about it on the news?" April asks.

"I doubt the local police will let any kind of news about a failed government study get in the public eye," Bishop sighs. "But they're handling it pretty well. Most scientists want to plea bargain, and from what I've heard the TCRI will be completely and permanently shut down within the next few days. Not just the sites stationed in NYC, but all over the globe! Then there's proceedings, court hearings, lawsuits from disgruntled employees for harassment, assault, and unfair work environments, just to name a few."

"Sounds like you have your hands full!" April laughs, moving aside as Mikey skirts behind her to retrieve a bottle of tomato sauce for the pizza.

"ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ!" Fugitoid chimes in. "ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴄʀɪ ɪɴ ꜱʜᴀᴍʙʟᴇꜱ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴɪᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇꜱ ɢᴏᴠᴇʀɴᴍᴇɴᴛ ɪꜱ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ!"

"And that's where you two come in, hm?" Donnie asks with a smirk.

"I think it's time we rebuilt the Earth Protection Force from the ground up," Bishop nods. "Make it the way it was supposed to be. Something we can actually rely on."

Mikey smiles brightly at the agent as he shreds the cheese over the pizza dough and tomato paste. Though in his distraction, he accidentally spreads the cheese onto the countertop rather than the pizza itself. He hastily scoops up the cheese and sprinkles it back wherever it looks needed.

"Well, you're perfect for the job!" Casey beams.

"And I know a few girl scouts who would be VERY EXCITED to help!" Cass exclaims, forgetting her inside voice for a moment.

"I'll take that under consideration," Bishop responds with a roll of his eyes. "I could use some extra help. There are a lot of bad guys out there..."

"Speaking of," Raph slides in, clearing his throat. "Any updates on a certain 'you know who' and her location?"

"Abigail Finn is still incognito," Bishop sighs. "Though, Donatello's facial tracking system and security measures have helped us to keep a few tabs on her. But she's staying discreet, keeping a low profile and avoiding anything illegal. Which is good."

"Just give me a reason to annihilate her," Donnie whispers to himself. "Or to at least let me go semi-lethal..."

"Have you made any attempts to arrest her?" Casey asks.

"We... considered it," Bishop sighs. "But we felt that it would be better to let it slide. If we did make any attempts, you can bet she'd try to twist the truth and reveal everything she knows about you guys."

"So essentially, you're at a stalemate," Casey grumbles.

"Pretty much. We know dirt on her, she knows dirt on us. So long as we stay out of each others' ways, we're fine."

"ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ? ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ?" Fugitoid asks.

"Mostly helpin' with recovery," Raph answers. "In different ways."

"ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ɪꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴄᴏᴠᴇʀʏ ɢᴏɪɴɢ, ᴍɪᴄʜᴇʟᴀɴɢᴇʟᴏ?"

Mikey sighs as he shoves the pizza into the oven. Not a begrudging sigh, but more of a 'where do I start' kind of sigh.

"Well... it's been a lot. First was the whole bedridden thing. Then the physical therapy started. Case was a HUGE help with that, he's an expert on it! And after that... it was a mix of stuff. My memory's gotten better, thanks to Draxum's mystic goop. He said by the rate I'm healing at, all my memories should be back by the end of the month!"

"ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅꜱ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ!" Fugitoid remarks, though the 'mystic goop' comment flies right over his head.

"Yeah... but it's not always easy," Mikey admits. "I have some bad days, a few relapses. Sometimes I still forget names and call one of my brothers by their life-colour instead. Sometimes I talk in the third person instead of the first. Some days I can't talk at all! Walking is... still wacky and tough to get used to. I'm comfortable doing both two legs and four, but I'm faster on four. My vision still acts up, but I've learned to control it a bit better. Dee and I have been training it to shift on command instead of in reaction to light! All in all, adjusting is weird."

"I bet," Bishop nods.

"Wildest thing -- pun intended -- is the whole 'animalistic traits' junk that happens. Like, I still don't get some social cues?" Mikey admits. "Like most people shake hands, but I'll smell or sniff a person first. Most people hug, I climb on them and wrap my whole body around them like a snake. I'll growl if I'm angry. Sometimes I bite when I get startled. Stuff like that."

"Don't forget that one week where you kept making nests all over the lair and storing food in your room," Donnie chimes in.

"I'm just glad you haven't tried to mark your territory or anything," Raph jokes.

Mikey gives him a joking side-glare before continuing.

"Well anyways, it's been weird and confusing but I'm doing a lot better now. I'm really happy again! Which, I'll be honest... surprises me sometimes. The nightmares aren't as constant. They happen, and sometimes I wake up and I don't know where I am. But my family's there to help whenever. I didn't think I'd be this happy this much for a long time... But here we are!"

April starts tearing up out of joy and goes to hug Mikey, who laughs and hugs her back.

"ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴏɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ʏᴇᴛ?" Fugitoid wonders.

"One or two," Mikey shrugs. "Though Raph would rather I wait a little longer. I'm kinda glad I kept the mutations, they really help with tracking and stuff -- and the looks on the villains' faces when I start climbing the walls is priceless!" Mikey cackles.

"ᴀɴᴅ… ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴛʀᴜꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ?"

"Not as bad," Mikey explains. "Practically gone. Sure, Instinct pops up every once in a while. He really likes to talk during fights and junk. But Raph's been helping me out with him."

Raphael smiles proudly at the mention.

"Therapy's been good too," Mikey continues. "It helps to just... talk it out with someone."

"You've been doing therapy?" Bishop asks in pleasant surprise. "With who? A human therapist?"

"Actually, there's a Yokai clinic in the Hidden City," Mikey smiles. "Draxum recommended it to Leo, and Leo recommend it to all of us."

"Ohhhh, so is that the appointment Casey mentioned?" April asks.

"Yeah," Mikey says with a grin. "I'm really happy that Leo took the initiative to go, that was huge for him. And he's doing a lot better, too!"

Mikey continues to explain their experiences with their therapists as he works with the pizza, pulling it from the oven and sprinkling garlic and herbs into the crust before setting it back in for a few more minutes...

"Leo's therapist has been giving him tips on how to improve his mental health, gain more self-worth, and deal with his own intrusive thoughts. He said I'd like talking to them, so I went in for a sort of trial run. It was... a little awkward at first. The initial couple of sessions were just us getting to know each other and my therapist asking about my family and some hobbies, which I kinda didn't expect at first? I guess I figured that we'd jump right into the issue... But the more we talked, the closer we got and the easier it was for me to open up about my traumas and problems. So, uh, there's that!"

Mikey chuckles as he checks on the pizza again. Five more minutes, maybe... He sighs as he leaps onto the kitchen counter and perches there.

"So, I guess this is our new normal," April notes. "Everything seems to be all wrapped up for the most part."

"Except for one thing," Cassandra grumbles. "The blue turtle and his fathers aren't here yet! I want to eat the pizza already!!"

"It's not even out of the oven," Raph scolds.

"I'LL EAT IT WITH MY BARE HANDS!" Cass shouts, pumping her fists. "I'LL EAT IT STRAIGHT OUT OF THE FIRE! IT'S NO MATCH FOR ME!!"

"Uh-huh, suuuuuuure," April jokes.

"When is Leo getting back, though?" Mikey asks.

"By my calculations, he'll be here in the next three minutes," Donnie declares. "My tracker says he and Papa and Draxum just left the Yokai clinic and should be getting their contributions for dinner right about now."

"Great! They'll arrive just in time for the pizza..."

The group continue talking about whatever they can until Leonardo's portal illuminates the outer room. Warm welcomes, questions on how the session went, how Leo's doing, what Draxum has been up to, and so on until everyone decides that they are starving and sit themselves down for dinner.

The group catch Leo up to the discussion through the salad and appetizers. He huffs at the mention of Dr. Finn. Draxum catches the others up on the recent finishes to his home and how Huginn and Muninn have come back to work for him again.

Fugitoid pretends to eat the food, which causes Casey Jones to snort his soda through his nose and the entire table laughs, even John Bishop.

Mikey uses his mutated tongue to snag an hors d'oeuvre off of Leo's plate when he isn't looking. Splinter sees and snickers loudly, which alerts Leo to Mikey's second and third attempts.

The pizza comes out a few minutes later, hot and ready. The crust is a bit warped and has strange knots, the cheese is mismatched and looks odd, and the toppings are strangely arranged. It's the wackiest-looking flatbread the world has ever seen.

Yet when each guest takes a bite, they are wonderfully surprised. It is quite possibly the most delicious pizza in the world, despite its flaws and outward appearance.

"Mikey, you made this?" Leo asks with shock as he chows down on the slice.

Mikey nods as he eats his own cheesy triangle.

"Wow, dude! This tastes awesome!"

Mikey's smile stretches across his face as Leo pats him on the back.

"You did good, Mikey! You did really good."

The End.

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[nekrosmos]

*burst into your room through your window* hi- *coughs glass shards out* I am here to say MANY things, positive things about your fic you wrote, but honestly it's more like my live reaction and my fav parts of the fic, it's gonna be long!!!! I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND READING ME YAP!!!

First of all, ∞/10, this is your first fic??? IT'S SO GOOD!! you got the atmosphere the vulnerability the softness the banter AND the good ol smut down, I love it, it was like I was joining them in the fishing trip because of how nice the visual was

ok from here on out it's all about my fav parts of the fic HEHE

the two had aged together is!!!!!!so!!!!!!!!freaking!!!!!!sWEET!!!!!they've been through it all together for the longest time!!!!!!

something about this just makes me change the way Im looking at Price, like..."he just love her" is such a deceivingly simple line but it holds so much weight. He may have "love" him but it was never a full attachment, rather just...embracing the love he was offered. He loved her because he could, not because of...everything el1se that matters. At least that's how I see it and GOD it hurts so good

ah hem AKSJDHAKS how did Nik not choke on air for that- anyways

Im getting my pitchfork for that CO (even tho the bastard is not around anymore) and the way Nik also got him?! *wails*

"there had been a lifetime of missed opportunities between the two" IS SUCH A GOOOOODDD LINEEEE GRRGGR YOUR BRAIN!!

🥺something about them giggling and being themselves just GRIPS MY HEART!!!!

it's the fact that the "friend" turned to "love" that got me feral I was SOOOO KASJHDKADJ hAPPY for em

chef au....

Nik the mAN YOU ARE!!! THE REST I COULD LIVE WITH!!!!GRRR!!! SUCH GOOD LINE!!! HIS NIK!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was walking when I read this part and basically fist the air in victory KASJHDKAJH also I love the train of thought here for Price...it's such a him thing to overthink

there is nothing wrong with that - URGH RIP MY HEART OUT AGAIN!!!!!!!!!

again, another great line, frame this and smack it to my forehead because yes, that is Nik

I really really like in between the spicy scenes there are goofy scenes because...my god it just make everything lighter and more...how to say? real. In the moment and all, yk, it's so nice reading them laughing and stuff. But also this line "their romantic relationship wasn't born today, but weeks ago" again, chef kiss

very long ramble and Im surprised im allowed to type this much into an ask (ah heck it could get cut for all I know but) just know this fic was a lifesaver during my lunch break, had an extremely hard day and this helped a bunch.

Im looking forward to see your future fics if you do write them!!

Okay I'm officially smiling like an idiot and I think I'm gonna have to reread your ask many, many times because HOLY SHIT you just made me so unbelievably happy ​😭​😭​❤️​❤️​❤️​

It was my first fic with them !! I've been writing for a long time, switched to english a few years ago and have been writing casually ever since ,,,, But this was the longest fic I've ever posted and it was a nice challenge honestly !!

Also the way you pointed out some of your favorite scenes jdvlskjd,vpùidjvbpvj I'm losing my mind, I'm so happy ​😭​ I literally couldn't ask for better feedback !!!

I actually really like your interpretation of that line about his ex wife !! I left it pretty open so people can hc whatever they want :3c In my personal hc, he really did love her immensely, but he kept hurting her unintentionally by never being around, never giving her what she needed because of his work, etc. ​Just one of those "it wasn't meant to be" relationships. (Also, other random hc, but Nik was here at Price's wedding, he got along really well with his ex wife, but everything about it broke his fucking heart over and over again. Oops 💔)

And I'm so glad you pointed out the banters during the smut scene !! It's my favorite thing to do honestly !! To me, sex scenes don't have to be so serious all the time, I like when characters communicate while it's happening, I like when they're laughing together <3 And these two have so much shared history that it just makes sense to me !!

God, again, thank you so much for this, you really did just make my day Gomz !!!! You're absolutely lovely !!

[leatafandom]

Merry Christmas, Sammy

Rating: Mature

Ships: Sam Winchester/Gabriel, Kate & Adam, Sam & Adam, Sam & Dean, Sam & Adam & Dean

Word Count: 4,446

Warnings and Tags: dark Au, alternate universe, Stanford era, college student Sam, home for the holidays, Sam has powers, special children, mentioned child abuse, imprisonment, specism, complex family dynamics, domestic fluff, sibling bonding, family fluff, holiday special, interspecies relationships, secrets, overprotective brothers

Author Notes:  @shadowbender19’s comments completely inspired this fic because honestly, I didn't think you guys would be interested in some of Sam's more human moments. When I thought about writing more of them, I really loved the idea of showing more of Kate and Adam and how different the family dynamic is in this world.

Please read the tags. Even though this story is mostly happy domesticity with a side of foreshadowing and backstory, this series typically features a lot of blood, unsafe sex, and eating people alive. It's just how they roll here.

Summary: It's been months since they laid claim to each other, and Sam is looking forward to some time with the Milligans.

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*note, this story (and all of my others) on Ao3 is locked for registered Ao3 users.

Merry Christmas, Sammy

“Mom! Sam's here!” Adam called, opening the front door more for his brother. “Did you teleport here?” he asked, looking behind Sam and the lack of a car or snow on Sam's shoulders from walking.

Sam shivered as he hurried into the house, not used to the cold winter air anymore. “Yeah, I had my,” Sam sighed, still not used to the term, “boyfriend drop me off.” 

“Boyfriend, huh?” Adam smiled, closing the door. “I thought you didn't like people?”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Loki's not people, Adam. He's Loki,” the brunette said as he turned from him to look around the living room, smiling when he spotted Kate relaxing on the sofa and already moving to get up. “Don't get up,” he rushed, moving to her and embracing her sitting form. 

“Trust me until I get a call I'm sitting, but I can get up for a proper hug, Sammy,” she grumbled, standing and wrapping his broad shoulders in a tight embrace. “I swear you pack on more muscle every time you come home.” She leaned back, taking a look at him and the two bags he had brought, knowing one was filled with presents. “You look good.” 

Sam smiled. “Thanks, I've been good,” he said, stepping back and putting one of his bags next to the tree before shuffling his duffle bag as he took off his coat.

Adam slipped his hand under the strap, heaving it from him. “I'll drop it in your room,” he said, taking it with a smile and climbing up the stairs. 

“I hope you're not pushing it coming here.” Kate resettled on the sofa, nodding Sam over as she bundled herself back in the oversized blanket. “I know Yuletide is a big event for Loki's pantheon.” 

“Please,” Sam breezed, sitting next to her and toeing off his shoes. He huddled close to her under the blanket, curling his legs to his chest under the large fleece blanket. “I'd much rather be here than there.” The idea of spending any more time around a buffet he couldn't eat pulled his lips back in disgust. “I stayed until Loki's feast. That's all that really mattered,” he added, leaning his shoulder against hers as they sat beside each other. “It's not like he's hosting this year.” 

“Alright,” she sighed, smiling at having him home. “We're glad to have you.” 

She hadn't known Sam while she was with John, but Dean had never stopped talking about the missing child. Sam had been held for suspicion and testing for ten years before being released into his father's custody –but everyone knew that had meant Dean's custody. 

After years spent underground with the Letters and their experiments, Sam had needed to get away from hunters and the uncertainty of life on the move. He needed a home, and Dean had tried to give him one. The nineteen-year-old had only thought of the Milligans for Sam to stay with. The rarity of the teenager biting through asking for help had her pulling them inside before Dean had finished asking. Dean had stayed as long as he could before John had called him back, but left his little brother. Until John eventually took Sam too, only for the teenager to show back up on their doorstep a year later.

Kate had always wished she had stopped them from leaving the first time, but there hadn't been a way to. Regardless of how close they were, neither of the Winchester boys were hers, and despite Dean's want for Sam to stay there, John was the one legally responsible for the last special child. 

The two had never held it against her, knowing that her door was always open and all of them agreeing to keep the hunting and the Letters out of her home. Sam had always been overtly grateful for the time he spent in the lived-in three-bedroom house, short and interrupted as it was. It was the only house that Sam remembered feeling welcome in, that felt like home. 

It was home. 

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[bearsbeetsbeskar]

alright fireflies, this is context-less smut that I wanted to post selfishly because I wish I could feel Joel's fingers wrapped around my neck. I'll try to add more to it tomorrow cause I definitely got carried away when I started writing it 🫠

Let's Play a Game (drabble)

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader who has a choking kink

Word Count: 600

Warnings: Explicit 18+, breathplay, dirty talk, choking. This is the first thing I have ever written for the pedro/mando fandom and I don't know Joel's character 100% but I couldn't pass up this fantasy, so pls be kind 🥺

Summary:Joel learns that you like to be choked, you're in for it now.

Rough fingers and calloused hands.

Rough fingers and calloused hands. Warm, weathered hands, skate across your inner thighs. Your skin is already prickling with goosebumps as the sensation lingers, your body humming with anticipation, as you feel more wetness seep out of your pussy. Joel takes his time in unraveling you, breaking you down, reducing you to a whimpering mess, as you beg for him to satiate you after what feels like hours of teasing. You don't know how you got here, but you feel like you are damn near losing your mind, at the mercy of Joel having his way with you, teasing you, attuned to your every reaction like predator to prey. Every hitch in your breath, every arch of your back off the bed, every roll of your eyes as he steals pleasure from your body, he only sees you. Nothing else.

You pull against the restraints wrapped tightly around your wrists, fastened to the headboard of his bed, tears forming in your eyes as you feel them go taut from the pressure. You were so fucking wet. Your chest rises and falls with your arousal, you want to yank the fucking restraints off and devour him, lose yourself in him, his scent, his words, his body. It feels like a livewire is running through your body and everything Joel does further ignites the current in you. He leans forward, hovering over you, engulfing your smaller frame into his, and lightly wraps one hand around your throat while the other hand grips your waist. His fingertips graze the column of your neck, caressing the delicate skin there, up and down, up and down, as your pussy flutters in anticipation. He teases you, giving small, gentle amounts of pressure, squeezing ever so slightly on the sides of your neck, as his fingers grip tighter, the pressure increasing. Your breath stutters again as you forget how to breathe, feeling the ecstasy of dizziness and pleasure go straight to your cunt, as it clenches around nothing. Your brain short circuits as your eyes roll back into your head, feeling your heart pounding in your ears, as you whine, "Joel, please"

"Please what sweetheart?," he rumbles with a knowing smirk on his face, pure hunger clouding his eyes as he knows he has you trapped.

"Please more, please touch me," you plead with him. You know he enjoys being in control, that dominating side of him always rearing, and rarely dormant in his nature. But this? This is a whole other side of him. That dominating, almost predatory nature, took hold and did not let go when Joel realized you had a choking kink. None of your past partners had ever explored it that intently, and if they did, it did nothing for you, your body immune to their tactics of testing your limits. But with Joel? Once he learned his piece of information, he was relentless in his pursuit to see how much it really turned you on to have his large warm hands wrapped around your neck, tightening their grip and watching you go senseless at his touch.

How did you get here?

'Let's play a game darlin'," he crooned as you were perched on his lap while he sat on the couch earlier that evening. Grinding against his hard cock while he kissed you deeply, rubbing his hand around your neck until you felt delirious. He squeezed and pressed, experimenting with what made you tick as he licked into your mouth, and he was utterly delighted to see how you responded to his touch.

'I wanna see how wet you get from feeling my fingers wrapped around your pretty little throat'

[idliketobeatree]

a gentle reminder to myself: slow down when you're met with someone else's creation. just because it's not in a museum, doesn't mean it's not worth your time. you can skim through your life all you want, you can jump over the annoying cracks and never look back, but when someone presents you (in the most literal meaning of this word – as a gift) with their art you should sit down and pay back with attention. people need creativity that is shared and appreciated, and it needs your focus and care to bloom properly. briefness kills both the idea and the community around it. so, slow down.

[distributedbyrustyquill]

You know, I love how we talk about the importance of commenting on a fic you like to show authors you appreciate them but GOSH when an author replies to your comment does it feel like you’re flying. Like oh my gosh. You’re so cool. And you’re talking to me. AHH

[warrior-of-storms]

Maybe I'm out of line for this, which is why I'm not saying this by reblogging the post that made me think it, but I think that the discourse around AO3 comments & tumblr reblogs is just?? It baffles me?? Granted, I only started posting on AO3 recently, but that was due to lack of confidence in writing someone else's characters. I've been writing nearly my whole life. I've also been posting art on a few different sites for about four years. All this just to establish: I'm not new to creating. I have had time to develop my opinions on this. And you know what those opinions are?

None of it matters. I am always going to cherish likes, comments, reblogs, kudos, etc (except for That One Post... please free me... it wasn't even that good why is it popular??). Always. But if no one online ever notices? I'll live. And maybe my why isn't accessible to everyone - everything I write gets sent to my best friend for editing, and he typically likes what I write. That's all I need. If I like it, and he likes it, it doesn't matter to me if anyone else in the entire world likes it. Almost everything I draw gets sent to my online friend Starling, and she almost always likes it. If I like it, and she likes it, I don't care if anyone else likes it.

I'm drawing and writing dumb stuff (and sometimes cool stuff) for myself and all of two (2) other people. If someone else likes it, that's great :) maybe if they're brave enough to talk to me about it, they can get added to those two people! But for now, genuinely it doesn't matter to me. I'm throwing my art into a void and if I'm lucky, someone will give me a thumbs up back. I don't expect that, though. My art goes into the void and the void will probably do nothing and I am at peace with it.

[imaginethathaikyuu]

chat is making fun of a dead woman and using the word fat as an insult “real feminism?”

mind you these were comments on a post about … building taylor swift in minecraft 😭😭😭

[urlocallesbiab]

sorry to everyone who's been missing me/waiting for something from me, i've been slipping in and out of depressive fog for a week or two (and in general have experienced significantly worse depression than normal for a couple years, but that’s another story)

i long to get back, too; a lot of things to read and ideas to write and people to talk to. love y'all, take care

[swiftfootedachilles]

what do i have to do to get people to read my stuff actually like im not about to get in everyones faces begging for attention but i dont understand how im expected to make FREE fandom content without much feedback on my work

[sapphicgardensinmymind]

i can’t believe there are fanfictions that i have written and received comments on that say things like “i always come back to this one, it’s one of my favourites” LIKE?? ohhh my god for real??? i wrote something that you have read multiple times??? i wrote something and not only did you enjoy it, it’s one of you’re favourites?? you’re lying!! but you’re not??!

[57oddities]

To @morby:

I haven't made this post to you yet because, well, I haven't thought about it until now (and I'll be honest, I was a wee bit stupid in the head until recently, but I digress shsjshskshdkd)

But I make this post to simply say...

Thank you. 🫶

Thank you for reading my fic. Thank you for looking deeper into it than I thought anyone else would. Thank you for sharing your thoughts on it to me and the others who'll be going through its comment section.

If I ever feel down either about my writing or just in general, I always go back to it and feel so giddy that someone took time out of their life to sort through my silly little words with a magnifying glass and pick them apart piece by piece.

You help keep this story going. And I thank you for that.

Yours truly, with 57x kudos;

57oddities