#just another thing on my wip list I need to write

[sidedorian]

Parker getting competitive for your attention

Might actually have to write this one out sometime in more detail, because I am weak and cannot limit my wip list.

cw: Just the tiniest little bit of jealousy on Parker's part

By his very nature Parker is competitive. He has to win, and he has to know how to win in everything he tries.

You however are a new type of battle. Something totally new and unexplored when it comes to the rules. Which means he just has to figure that out. Even if there aren't any clear cut rules when it comes to people really.

What throws a wrench in all of that is that your attention is divided between so many personalities and different asks and needs in the house alone. The fact that there is a whole world out there beyond the house is even more daunting.

But the man loves nothing more than a good challenge.

He certainly doesn't get jealous when you get sucked into a G&G game with Chance or spend hours catching up on shows or get lost in your newest book.

What Parker does do is start almost challenging you to games that take hours to get through a round. The sort of stagey game that has you sitting there for what seems like hours while he explains set up meticulously.

If you just happen to need to come back every night for a week to finally finish the stupid thing well that's just how it goes sometimes with these complex systems.

He does beat you in a crushing victory, though that is because he has all day to scheme up the best strategy to counter every outcome to counter his next move.

You also have a hard time keeping the same level of focus as he does having to break the game up into so many different chunks. You feel like half the round is getting your focus back on the game plan and remembering how the rules work.

Once he has swept the floor with you he is more than happy to tempt you with another session to help you learn the ropes, he won't even add this one into your ongoing score of wins and losses.

If he does eventually ware you down into actually letting him get you into these complex games with him it is a perfect victory in the race for you affection and attention

Even if nobody else knew they were really competing for you, Parker is certain that he has won now.

And once he wins he is a little more insufferable about everything. He is especially always a little more smug when you show up for your regularly scheduled games nights.

None of this means that he tolerates you trying to pull one over on him if you do actually try it. Or adds any extra favor outside of your actual wins or losses

Parker just couldn't have you losing interest in the attic and your wonderful collection of boardgames again.

Especially before he worked out his feelings for you in their totally randomly determined entirety

[waitformethistime]

Alternate s2 where Kurt and Sam kiss during 'Spin the Bottle' at Rachel's party (Blaine and Rachel still happens), but now Sam has to deal with the fact that he liked it a little too much and realize that maybe his hurt at Kurt pushing him away in 'Duets' had something more behind it.

Meanwhile, Kurt (who's self esteem is already in the pits) has to deal with the fact that even the one out gay dude he knows would rather attempt to date a girl than him and that stings quite a lot (wish we'd delved into that more), but also had his second kiss with a dude be Sam and he'd be lying if he said he hadn't imagined it at some point before that party.

Sam does try to ask him out because of the party. "idk if I'm gay but the kiss felt really nice" but Kurt kinda freaks out a little because it's all just too similar to what's going on with Blaine ("You were drunk, Sam, of course it felt good.") and he's just so frustrated because it seems like no one is taking him seriously and unlike Blaine and Sam, he doesn't get the luxury of holding hands with a girl like a normal guy and having people believe it. it's not a game to him.

It's not until shit hits the fan in Rumours and Sam gets inadvertently outed by the Muckracker that Sam's like "look I'm stone cold sober now, it's been months since that party, and I really want you to give me a chance" because he's basically been dragged along with everyone else's bidding the whole year and he didn't even get to process his own sexuality before everyone treated him like the town pariah so he might as well just do what he wants at this point.

And what he wants is Kurt.

And they live happily ever after, amen.

(Also, Kurt never gets with Blaine because after Rachelgate, he realized he loved the idea of Blaine more than the boy himself and rejects him later.)

[kangaracha]

may wips! some things have actually made movements this month! i also updated my skz masterlist this month

things we completed in april!

as it ends

catskin

felix + focus

skz + losing 3racha

chan + tremble (unreleased because i don't want to give zom mom the nevermore spoiler)

changbin + eclipse

HEAD ABOVE WATER

things i'm actually working on!

nevermore (155/300k, miroh arc finale has begun)

queenmaker (22 chapters written)

what the water brought (30/50k, this is an original novel now)

boxer!minho daybreak (2 chapters written. i'm not releasing it yet. calm down.)

sickfic head above water (3 chapters written)

the hymn of babylon (6k, minho prompt fill that got out of hand)

Neglected™ 

FNF (8/10k)

leave part 2

the gone and the gathered ch 3&4

valleys (complete rewrite)

tgbyb ch 5

tsotl end part 1

darling don't wake up x4

goldmine goldmine (landmine) (6/40k)

soul is yours to keep/zelda fic

draculas

[andiv3r]

I've seen a lot of people doing these posts, and since Tumblr decided to blow up one of my last posts, it probably won't happen again so this is low risk...

If this post gets 3k notes, I will:

go in for an autism screening (which i've been meaning to do for 5 months)

put aside time every night to do my homework, no matter how much i don't want to

work on my writing WIPs (specifically wc!omens) at least once a week

I don't think this post will reach 3k, so again... low risk. But if it does, I'll add another list of things for 7k notes. All of these are things that have been personal goals for a while, and I just... haven't been doing them.

Edit: uhhh. Okay. So, you did it. I... guess I have to do all of those things now. Wow. Time to add the things for 7k notes then-

If this post gets 7k notes, I will:

start driving more... i need to get my license but i'm too scared to do the driving necessary to get the practice in (i have my permit)

stand up for myself more in regard to my pronouns

[alltimefail]

ATTENTION DEAD BOYS FANDOM:

We have some unfinished business and a case to solve: The Case of the Curious Cancellation! 💀🔎

Here are the ways you can help (be sure to read until the end).

I'm not sure how many people here on Tumblr are also over on DBDA Twitter, but there have been MANY developments in the last 24 hours and it's important for all of us to be on the same page if we're going to have a chance in hell of saving our show.

First and foremost, we need to get Dead Boy Detectives in the Netflix Top 10 again. This means running it as much as possible. Read about that below:

(SOURCE x)

As the graphic says, the goal is to have it running on a loop constantly, as much as you physically can. Be sure to have some level of volume on or else it won't count. If you're on Twitter be sure to post your rewatch (photos of your tv, commentary, etc.) with the hashtag #ReviveDeadBoyDetectives !!!

Also, there's no better time to do this: the Tweet below brings up a great point! 👍

(SOURCE x)

Second, and easiest thing: KEEP TALKING ABOUT THE SHOW AND CREATING CONTENT ABOUT THE SHOW. Analysis, fics, fanart, shitposts, gif sets, memes, tik tok videos, so on - do not stop! Reblog other people's stuff and talk about it! Give fics kudos, comment, make fic rec lists and post that WIP or sketch! The most important thing to remember is to TAG YOUR POSTS AND CREATIONS. We need to trend!!! On Tumblr make sure you continue tagging your posts as you probably already are (look at my tags on this post if you need help, and remember not to use "DBD" on here because that is another fandom! We use DBDA here). On Twitter you want to use the hashtag #ReviveDeadBoyDetectives for the rewatch and #SaveDeadBoyDetectives is a popular one, too. You can also use #DeadBoyDetectives. Hell, I usually use all three if I can! Hashtag every post you make about Dead Boys, no matter how annoying or "cringe" you may feel. Flood the fucking tag and do not stop.

Third, everyone needs to sign and keep circulating the petition. We've surpassed 5,000 signatures in a day which is fantastic, but we need more. Get everyone you know to sign it; tell them it takes no more than 15 seconds. Be annoying until they do it just to shut you up.

Fourth, request "Dead Boy Detectives Season 2" through Netflix's support website. It's a small thing but if we all do this a couple times a day it will get their attention. They really do vet these suggestions, and an influx of requests for a canceled show will raise eyebrows.

Lastly, if you decide to write Netflix (via email or a letter - their office address has been floating around) please remember to stay concise and professional. Don't curse at them, don't call names. State that you are disappointed with the cancellation of the show, maybe add an anecdote about what it meant to you, and I would even recommend attaching some articles that emphasize people's displeasure with the platform abandoning shows on a whim and Netflix's flippant attitude toward queer shows in particular. Dead Boy Detective Agency on Twitter has retweeted every article on this topic so far, you can find their page here.

You can also use graphics such as the ones below to affirm that the cancellation was unjust.

(Source 1, Source 2)

I know this feels like a lot: know your limits and take care of yourself. Whether you do every single one of these things or just a few of these things, every llittle bit helps!

Even in the worst case scenario where nothing changes, this gesture will mean so much to everyone who made this show. We owe it to the writers, cast, crew, and each other to TRY. We can all agree that this show deserves at least another season and if Netflix isn't going to do it, they need to be open to selling it to someone who will. We cannot keep allowing them to axe these queer and diverse shows with little regard for their customers and their employees, but also because it sets a harmful standard in the industry that is destroying television.

Let's crack this case and bring our agency back! I truly believe in this community!! 💜 We can do this!!

If there are any spelling errors or issues with links let me know! I did this on mobile because I want to mobilize this information as quickly as possible! I'll be adding on to this with new developments and can answer any questions you all might have. Lets save our show!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

A Man Called Danger 3

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, violence, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You avoid drama, you avoid confrontation, and overall, you avoid men. But some men can’t be denied. ~ short!late 30s reader

Characters: biker!Bucky Barnes

Note: I didn't think I'd be writing rn but I had a pretty restless night despite my best efforts. Mostly just me fixating on noises and not being able to sleep.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!) Please do not just put ‘more’. I will block you.

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

You idle outside the corporate facade, fidgeting, looking side to side, mirror to mirror, listening for the thunderous engine. Your grip and ungrip the wheel, unable to slacken your jaw as you huff through your nose. Your heart hammers on your tender ribs and your foot wiggles incessantly. 

You replay the calamitous scene over and over in your head. Your mind sticks to the last vision; that grin. That's a promise. A man like that only smiles with good reason and you don't expect he gets his jollies from fuzzy kittens and butterflies. 

A tap on the window makes you jump. You look over as Eva waves through the glass. You check the clock. You've been there for half an hour. 

You unlock the door and she falls in with a sigh. "Hey, hey," she chimes. “What happened to your car?” 

“Huh, oh--” you sniff and look in the rear view again. Your little act of panicked defiance must have earned a few extra scratches. “Wasn’t paying attention backing out. Just hit a fence.” 

She cackles, “really? Well, not that it makes a difference with this old shitheap.” 

You give her a long look. “You're in a good mood. How was your first day?" 

"Pretty damn great," she snaps her seat belt into place. "Pretty chill job. I just kinda mess with the printer between endless lattes." 

You nod, "sounds like heaven." 

"Boss is super cool. He's really chatty," she preens. 

Right, you're sure that has nothing to do with her looks. You want to caution her but you also don't want to spoil this for her. You're sure it's nothing. Not that you could offer her much advice. You were never the type to draw any sort of office scandal. 

"Just make sure you do your work," you pull away from the curb, shifting in your seat. 

You teethe your lip and let it flick out. You keep up the nervous tick as you hunch behind the wheel. You focus on the road, trying not to think of everything else; that man and his motorcycle, the length of Eva's skirt, Mr. Walker's reminders. 

"I take it your day wasn't great," she scoffs. 

You squeeze the wheel, "huh?" 

"You gonna tear that thing off?" She asks. 

You exhale and push your shoulders down before they can touch your ears. You swallow, "usual, you know..." 

What do you do? You're not stupid, that man isn't going to play around. He's not going to be anything less than blunt. He had the gall to show up at your work. How he knew where to find you... well, you can't be certain he isn't waiting at your front door. 

You stop at the red sign and check the rear view, ears perked for any rumble. You tut and hiss out another breath.  

"Right, well, I know you're not really a fan but you need a glass of wine," she says. 

You shrug, "probably." 

She hums, "seriously, what the hell is wrong with you?" 

"Nothing, nothing," you lie. "Just... you wanna get dinner somewhere?" 

"Uh, what? Am I hearing you right? You want to eat out?" She chuckles, "alright, something's gotta be wrong." 

"No, I'm... you got through your first day, it'll be a celebration," the lie rolls out all too easy. You've never been challenged at that, but you found it easier to be quiet than deceitful. Lies are shields, not weapons. "Your choice." 

The car behind you honks. You turn just to get out of their way. 

"Oh, you like ramen? There's a place that does spicy noodles just right," she makes a ridiculous gesture with her hand, kissing her fingertips. 

"I can try it," you trawl down the street slowly, "is it down town?" 

"Yeah, back a few streets," she wiggles and claps her hands, "oh, I'm so excited." 

"Really?" You wonder. 

"Well, yeah! When's the last time we did anything fun? Together?" 

"Ha, yeah," you agree hollowly. 

She sits up, and you can see her smile in the mirror. You sense her brightness dim just a little. "Um, last night..." 

"Eva, we agreed to move past it," you scratch your cheek, keeping your other hand firmly on the wheel. You don't want to think about last night or that man. You're hoping the restaurant will be an escape from that. If he has found his way to your house, he might not want to wait around that long. "Let's start over. This job will help with that." 

"Sure," she agrees softly. "It's just... I do feel bad. That he pushed you like that." 

"Well, it's not the worst I've dealt with," you say without thinking. 

She wallows, "it's not?" 

She didn't know your dad. You're happy for that. You shrug. 

"It's nothing," you assure her. "Really." 

"Mom mentioned... you know, that he wasn't very nice--" 

"I can barely remember," you assure her as your skull itches. You remember the bad times; the blunt force, the stinging slaps, the screaming. Even after all those years. "So let's just not think about yesterday, let's enjoy tonight." 

She nods, "yeah, sure... I... I can do that." 

"Oh, you've always been much better at having fun than me," you snort. 

💀

The restaurant is nice enough but not too fancy to make you feel a slob. Eva fits anywhere she goes. She’s just that pretty.

You wonder if it’s just your own insecurity speaking. You’ve aged out of the years where clothes and makeup were your sole concern. You never really worried too much about the latter, you did just enough to be presentable. 

You look at the menu, mulling chicken or shrimp. Eva takes the smaller menu from the middle of the table. 

“They’ve got saki. You should try some. I’ll drive home,” she offers. 

You look at her. She grins and giggles. You tilt your head. 

“I love that look,” she chimes. “You do it really good. It’s scary.” 

“What look?” 

“Oh, you know, mom called it the murder stare. As much as a mess as she is, you know, she used to say you were like grandma.” 

“Grandma?” You click your tongue and sigh. That old bitter hen. “Well, be glad that you can’t confirm that.” 

“Was she really that bad?” Eva asks. 

You shrug, “I was young for most of our... relationship. To a little girl, she was a villain.” 

Your sister nod and puts the menu down. She looks around. “I really appreciate this. And I did my best not to be too much today. You know? And Mr. Hansen...” she taps her nails on the table. “He’s so cool. I think it’ll be good. And if I stick around, maybe you could switch over. Since your job is so shitty.” 

“It’s not shitty. It’s just... a job,” you sit back as you close the menu and settle on chicken. “Won’t be much different either way. I don’t want you to stick around too long. This is to get you into school, right?” 

“Yeah. I know but... I can work and go to classes.” 

You smile, “I’m glad you’re thinking this out.” 

“Well, I’m still going to have fun. You know, Lindsay wants to get some sushi this weekend so...” 

“Ah, well, don’t spend all your money in one place,” you warn. 

“Yes, ma’am,” she snipes back. You meet her eye as she stares. “How did you ever grow up with mom?” 

You make a face, “I don’t know how i made it through either.” 

“Um, excuse me,” the server steps up to the table, setting down two glasses. “Ginger mojitos for the table.” 

You set the menu down and look at him, “oh, I think you’ve got the wrong one. But we’re ready to order.” 

“Ma’am, they’re from the gentleman.” He nods over his shoulder. You can’t see past him as Eva leans back to glance across. 

“Oh,” you swallow and look at your sister. Is this why she goes out? All the freebies from lecherous strangers? “Right. Well, I’ll have the spicy noodles with chicken dumplings, please.” 

Eva waves past the server. You shift awkwardly. It’s so embarrassing. You’re just the old hanger-on. 

“Shrimp, street-style for me, please and thanks,” Eva says. 

“Water too, if you don’t mind,” you add. You don’t know you’ll finish the cocktail. 

“Wow, that’s so sweet,” Eva sits back as she takes the tall glass and sips from the narrow straw. She hums. “Oh, it’s like... ginger ale-y.” 

She smiles and raises the glass in a gesture across the restaurant. You keep your head down. 

“You should try it,” she chirps. 

“Well, one of us needs to drive.” 

“Oh, one drink with dinner is under the limit.” She goads. “Huh, he looks familiar.” 

“You know more people than me.” 

“Yeah, but I don’t know where I’ve seen him,” she mutters and slurps again. 

The server returns with the water. You feel a pulse in your ears. Whoever it is, is staring. Likely not at you but your sister. Still, you’re ready to wilt. 

Mindlessly, your hand slips down to your blouse and you feel along your ribs. She exhales. 

“Does it hurt still?” 

You shrug and drop your hand. 

“Johnny’s such a dick.” 

“I agree,” you say tritely. “Tell me you’re not going to talk to him again.” 

“Not after that,” she pouts. 

You’re quiet. She traces her fingertips on the table top and she shifts. She looks around and leans forward. 

“So... are you ever going to start dating?” She asks. 

You blink and your lips part. She smirks. 

“The murder look, again,” she taunts. 

You sigh and lift your brows, trying to whittle away the tension in your jaw. “It’s not really a priority.” 

“Well, why not? I’m out of school, I’m grown. And you’re not that old.” 

“Wow, thanks, not that old,” you muse wryly. 

“And cute men are buying you drinks,” she trills. 

“I don’t think he sent them because of me,” you argue. 

“Well, he isn’t looking at me,” she retorts. 

“Eva,” you drawl flatly. 

“I think it’d be cute. I mean, I’ve never seen you with anyone. Mom never mentioned, or you...” 

“Yeah, well, men are more trouble than they’re worth.” 

“Oof, I really want to know who hurt you,” she teases. 

You resist another terse sneer. Aside from your father and the train of your mother’s bad decisions, no one worth thinking about. This dinner isn’t going to be spoiled by bad memories. 

“I’m not a people person,” you intone. 

“Oh, he’s really staring at you. We should send a drink back.” 

“No,” you say sharply. 

“He looks your age. And he’s not bad on the eye. Not exactly who I’d peg as your type. A bit too rough around the edges but oh, it’s cute.” 

“Eva,” you warm. You take the glass of water and dare a peek across. You nearly choke on your gulp of water. Shit. 

You quickly turn back to the table and put the water down. You press the napkin to your lips. The man in leather. His jacket is folded across the seat next to him, the gold medallion shining against his black shirt, his eyes gleaming. How... 

“You okay?” Eva asks. 

“Yes, I just... I forgot to file something at work.” 

“Right,” she squints. “You’re so jumpy tonight.” 

“I didn’t sleep well,” you say. It’s not a lie. 

You repress a shudder and tamp down the panic in your chest. He’s there, watching you. Those drinks were his signal. He’s not going away. He won’t forget what you did. If anything, you sealed your own fate. 

Why couldn’t you keep your head down like always? Why couldn’t you just be the rock they get bored of when you don’t react? Why did you do that to a man like him? 

You don’t know a thing about him but you can see clear enough he isn’t a man to walk away. You can only hope he’s only in need of your insurance information. You’ll take the added fees if it gets him out of your hair. 

[thinkingotherwise]

I decided to publish the short stories about Basen that I had on my WIP list, for a long, long time, and I'm not sure I'll finish writing out the whole fic.

Basen x Fem! Seamstress! reader

First meeting HC and short stories

HC of some first interactions between the two as well as some bg info

(Y/n) BG info

(Y/n)'s very pretty and quickly catches the attention of nearby people with her light purple hanfu kimonos and gentle smile.

Because of her working mostly for Verdigris House, she knows a lot of things when it comes to conducting conversations and pleasing other people.

Inside her home, she's very disorganised and usually wears clothes with ink stains, because of her drawing new dresses. She has many pieces of materials and clothing, which are the only things that seem to be organised in her room.

She is often seen to be carrying a tube for her designs and/or a new dress in a pretty package.

She's not super strong that she could fight someone but she is strong enough to carry the materials she needs and she is agile and quick enough to run away if in trouble.

She's easily flustered and her cheeks are warm almost all the time. She doesn't wear makeup. Of course, like in Maomao's case the Madam from Verdigris wants her to be a courtesan but she disagrees, she thinks she's not pretty enough and has almost no tolerance for alcohol.

She prefers creating dresses and hanfu kimonos for other people.

She tries to be nice and kind to everyone she meets but if someone disrespects her she won't hold herself back to tell them off. She spends most of her money on new materials and clothes and with the rest she tries to help some people, that can't afford food or medicine.

Her father works at the police while her mother helps taking care of her siblings's children. Her father is very protective of his only daughter but hesitantly agrees to let her work as a seamstress for Verdigris.

MaoMao and (Y/n)

Maomao and (Y/n) are friends, as both girls while working at Verdigris met up and talked about different things usually about plants that can dye the fabrics or make the texture different.

(Y/n) is slightly older than Maomao, so whenever they meet she worries about the younger girl, especially after knowing how the apothecary tests poison on herself.

(Y/n) is sometimes called (N/n) as a term of endearment by those close to her: Maomao, the Three Princesses, Madam, and her family. She gets flustered when someone else calls her that, she especially flushes when someone she finds attractive calls her that.

First meeting

Basen was waiting for Maomao to be her attendant for another poison-connected task. When the apothecary finally appeared he turned towards the carriage but didn't notice the girl rushing with a tube and package in tow and bumped into her making her fall.

Maomao instantly recognised the girl and helped her get up while collecting the package as the girl grabbed the tube. "(N/n), what are you doing here? Are you rushing to Verdigris?" Maomao asked. The older girl wiped the dirt from her hanfu and turned happily to her friend. "Maomao, I'm happy to see you. No, I've just bought the new materials and can't wait to get to work on this new hanfu that I thought of." She smiled brightly and took a good look at the shorter girl. "You look happy, is it a new poison?" (Y/n) asked and Maomao joyfully nodded and wanted to talk but a cough cut her off. "Apothecary, we need to go. I don't have time for your chit-chats. I'm sorry Lady (N/n) but we must be on our way." Basen said firmly.

The older girl immediately flustered when she heard him call her by the nickname. She stared at him taking in his pretty eyes and good figure. Maomao giggled at the same time knowing well enough why her friend was so flustered. "I- I see. Then Maomao you can come visit me in my workshop after you're finished. I'm sorry for stopping you Sir, have a nice day." (Y/n) said quickly and turned in the direction she was going quickly running to her workshop.

Basen followed the girl with his gaze before turning back to the apothecary who was grinning widely. "Get in." He told her motioning towards the carriage and sat beside her.

Getting to know his name

"Master Jinshi, Sir Gaoshun, this is my friend (Y/n). She's working as a seamstress mostly for Verdigris." "It's a pleasure to meet you Master Jinshi, Sir Gaoshun. I'm thankful you're taking such good care of Maomao." "Wait, I thought her name was (N/n)." Basen asked confused as his gaze moved to (Y/n).

The girl flushed at that and shook her head before turning towards the younger male. "That's a nickname of sorts that my family and friends call me." He blushed after hearing that and bowed down. "I apologize for calling you that, Miss (Y/n)." "It's fine. In return, you can tell me your name." She smiled softly at him pointing the fact that all this time he hadn't introduced himself. "Aah.. my name is Basen, I'm the second son of Gaoshun and attendant of Master Jinshi." "It's nice to officially meet you Basen."

Gaoshun raises his brow at the conversation between the two and Maomao grinned. "So you're a seamstress? Isn't your father a police officer?" A voice called and (Y/n) turned towards the purple-haired male. "Yes, I sew hanfu mostly for the courtesans but I had some made for other officials as well. As for my father, yes he works in the police."

A little private cliche moment

"Miss (Y/n), what are you doing up there?" A voice called behind the girl making her startled. "Whaa-" The seamstress fell down the ladder as the male voice surprised her.

She closed her eyes before meeting the floor but all she heard was a grunt and she felt something holding her tightly. (Y/n) opened her eyes to be met with Basen who flushed under her gaze but his hold on her stayed and she slowly relaxed in his arms leaning against his chest. "Sir Basen, you surprised me. Why are you here?" She questioned and he sighed before responding. "Master Jinshi is asking for your presence" "Oh, did something happen to Maomao? Why would he need me?" (Y/n) asked slightly worried for her friend. "The apothecary is good, don't worry. It's something about a dress for someone in the rear court, that's all I know."

The seamstress's eyes glimmered at the mention of the rear court and she shivered at the possibility of her sewing a dress that would be worn by someone there. Basen felt the girl shiver in excitement and smiled seeing her gleaming eyes. "Well then, let's go." The girl said, smiling brightly, making Basen automatically turn towards the doors of her workshop. She then giggled and made the attendant stop when she patted his shoulder.

"I think you should let me down before we leave." At her words, Basen noticed that he still held her against his chest and quickly put her down stepping away and turning around to hide his red face. "I'm sorry about that." "No need, well I'm thankful you caught me when I was falling." She smiled in his direction noticing the red colouring even the back of his neck and his ears.

When he didn't say anything (Y/n) collected some of her things necessary for her work and stepped towards the doors. "Well then, can we go, or do you need another minute?" She teased him softly and he jumped at her insinuation. Basen coughed loudly and turned to her with a lighter blush then before moving towards the doors. "Let's go."

[rafeplay]

NYMPHETAMINE !

ft. trevor philips x fem!reader

tags. established relationship, minor drug use, like one reference to violence, mostly fluff actually wow, super short..

note. this title was actually meant to go to a soldier boy fic that I had on my wip list last year and I’m still mad I can’t bag this username on tumblr HOWEVER it makes more sense for trevor bc um he does meth.. so now I have an excuse to use it.. this is sooo clunky… have not written in a hot minute and have been directing my attention mainly 2 lovey dovey so yah… honestly don’t have a clue on how to write trevor’s character so this was mostly just practice but yah.. it gets disjointed like halfway thru howeverrrr umm .. hopefully… hopefully it makes sense!! please ignore typos! and as always feedback/rbs are appreciated :3

“C’mon, baby, don’t you want to get out of here for a little bit?” You unzip a compartment in your suitcase to find a safe place for your bargain bin flip-flops.

“No,” Trevor says with a childish shake of his head, “you’ve got sun, sand, and sea right here.”

“It's not sand, baby, it’s dirt and dust, we’re in the middle of the fucking desert.” You look over to where he’s draped over the patchwork couch like an oversized house cat, one of his hands is gripping a pipe and the other is tucked away in his boxers.

“Sandy Shores,” he tells you matter of factly, “you hear that, sugar? We’re in Sandy Shores, it is literally fucking sand.”

“Yeah, but I can’t get away with wearing this—“ You wave around a high-cut bikini thong, “—In Sandy shores because it’s full of freaks.”

“Hey, watch your mouth, those freaks are my—“ A flash of red peaks his interest. “I can fly us,” Trevor says, leaving no room for argument, he’s sitting up straighter and his wide eyes are trained on that stupidly skimpy thong, “right now, let’s go, get up, let’s go!”

“Trevor…” You warn in a voice a school teacher would use - it's the only way he listens, “I’m not letting you take us that far.”

“You don’t trust me?” He scowls at you, looking more bulldog than human. “You think I can’t do it?”

“No, baby, I just have a lot of luggage.” It’s a convincing lie, but he’s still pouting at you—Well, it’s more of the thing upset dogs do, baring his teeth like he’s about to snap his jaws and bite your head clean off.

“You’ve got no clothes in there!” He points at your suitcase, and he’s not wrong, you can’t really call barely-there string bikinis and short shorts clothing, but come on, you’re not getting in that rickety little plane to fly all the way to Cancun. “Michael’s heavier than that and he—“

“Trevor.” You level him with your gaze, shaking your head in disapproval like he is nothing more than a petulant toddler.

He makes a noise somewhere between a groan and a whine.

“Trevor.”

He storms out and comes back an hour later with another questionable stain on his dirtied white shirt, this stain differs a little from the other ones because it is bright fucking red and his knuckles are bruised, but he looks infinitely calmer.

Temper tantrums are good for him, gets everything out of his system.

You don’t say much, watching him quietly from your perch as Trevor packs a duffel bag, rifling through his wardrobe as if there’s enough clothes to rifle through.

“I packed,” Trevor says, holding up the bag for you to inspect.

“Is that… Is that enough for you, baby?” You ask, using two long nails to grasp the dirty pair of boxers he’s balled up and tossed inside.

“How long are we going?”

“A week.”

Trevor scoffs. “Don’t need that then,” he mumbles, taking the underwear from your hand and throwing them on the ground where they land beside a sticky-paged Hustler magazine.

“But there’s no other—“

“I’ve got some on.”

“Trevor.” You sigh, and for some reason it doesn’t even disgust you at this point. “No, baby, just move out of the way—Oh, and you owe me an apology for walking out like that!”

He moves aside, backing himself into the wall of the tiny bedroom like a good boy. “I’m sorry, okay?” Trevor grumbles, watching as you dig out a polo shirt, sniffing it and recoiling immediately.

“That doesn’t sound very convincing, baby.” You click your tongue, methodically folding the small amount of clean clothes you do find and creating a small pile.

Trevor suddenly smacks his knees with the palms of his hand, letting out an exaggerated moan of pain. “Ohhh, fuck! You’re so mean to me, babe!” He tips his head back, eyes squeezed shut like he’s in complete and utter anguish, clutching at his chest like you’ve put a bullet through his heart. “I said sorry, baby! What do you want from me?” He sinks to his knees, positioning himself at your feet like a kicked puppy.

You blink at him once, twice, and thrice, startled for maybe a second before you giggle and sit down on the edge of the bed. “T—“

“No! Don’t ‘T’ me!” Trevor takes your foot in his hand, still kneeling before you while he kisses just below where your ankle juts out. “I know what you’re trying to do to me! You wanna get out, and you’re gonna find some rich fuck when we step foot on that fat cat resort and leave me—“

“Trevor!” You try to hold back the laughter as he peppers kisses on the sole of your foot. “I would never, you know that!”

“You don’t have to lie…” Trevor whines, pressing his face into your foot, you wiggle your painted toes as his breath tickles your skin. “I can feel it! I can see it in your eyes—You’re pullin’ away from me, you’re gonna find some dick in a suit, and, and I’m the one that cares—“

“Oh my god, T!” You’re laughing at his absurd display of love, affection and pure stupidity, he simply won’t let you get a word in.

“You don’t need a private jet, I can fly ‘em, sugar, I can do it better—“ Trevor wails as you try to shake him off your leg. “—No! Don’t push me away, baby, I love you! Let me make it up to you, sugartits, my baby, my angel, my cute, perfect little pocket pussy—“

“Trevor, that’s not even—“

He gets up to launch himself on top of you, you squeal and hold your arms out, bracing for impact, but it never comes. You smell the alcohol on his breath as he hovers over you, and you stroke the little hair he has left as he nestles between your breasts. “Go on, sugar, punish me—Do it, hurt me, smack me, punch me, kick me, chain me up! Make me bark like a fuckin’ dog, I can do that for you—I can bark real good.”

“Trevor, baby, I really don’t want that!” You giggle, pulling down the front of your tank so he can feel your plush tits, smush his face into them.

Skin to skin contact is good for babies.

“You could take me outside, baby, make me crawl around, make me shit in a diaper—“

“Ew! Oh my god! Are you done?” You smack him lightly, and then find yourself giggling again. He’s fucking ridiculous, utterly insane, and he’s all yours because nobody else in the entire world would be willing to put up with this.

(It’s all worth it in the end, he loves like no other.)

Trevor’s voice is muffled into your chest. “No…”

“You’re insane, Trevor,” you mumble, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head

“Are you still mad at me?” He peeks up at you hesitantly, you feel his pout against your nipple.

You roll your eyes. “No.”

“…Will you fuck me now?”

“Only if you pack first.”

(When you make it to the airport a few days later, Trevor has to be told four times by four separate security guards to remove his boots. He gets into an argument over the bottle of tequila he snuck into your hand luggage, calls it a medical necessity, lets them toss it out only after you remind him that Cancun is in Mexico and tequila isn't exactly a rarity there—Then he calls a TSA agent a fascist and claims that getting patted down after the metal detector beeps not once, but twice, is a violation of human rights, he announces to the entire security line that you’re smuggling goods while looking right down your shirt.

He grumbles the entire time, and when you ask him, smiling fondly and leaning over to place a kiss on his scruffy cheek, “Then why'd you even come, T?”

Trevor blinks like an idiot because he hasn’t shut his mouth long enough to even consider that.

“Huh.” He rubs the spot where you kissed him. “I guess it’s ’cause I’d follow you anywhere, sugar.”)

[eliza-and-her-monsters]

the tortured poets department

a story told in multiple parts

vi x reader

Summary: As Caitlyn Kiramman’s younger sister, you already were expected to uphold certain ‘values’ persay. Your big sister definitely left big shoes to fill as one of the best criminology majors Oxford had. Whenever you had to take a couple years off after high school for mental health reasons they were already disappointed. Whenever you said you wanted to major in creative writing and literature with a minor in music they were more disappointed and quite nearly withdrew your college fund. But they have no idea that after the people you’re about to meet this year that just might be the least of their problems.

Contains: college au, dark/light academia, writer reader, singer reader, neurodivergent/autistic reader (i’m autistic so i’m writing from my own experiences), sporty vi, hockey player vi, big sister caitlyn, best friend ellie williams, roommate ellie williams, will contain other familiar characters you know and love as well as some potential ocs. no use of y/n, reader does have a name because it’s just easier for me to write that way 🖤

A/N: EEEEK for some reason I’m beyond nervous to post this. I know I did NOT need another wip but I had such a huge itch to finally get started on this idk what possessed me! First things first I DO want to say that I know the trope of hockey player vi and college aus are popular within the vi fanfic community and just want to make it so abundantly clear that I’m not trying to copy anybody and am going to aim to make this as different as possible.

Secondly, the idea of a tag list seems very overwhelming for me so the best way to keep up with parts will probably be to follow me! Also not giving myself a specific updating schedule since I AM working on so much right now and I want my long form stories on wattpad I currently have to take first priority so- it might take a while for me to post! Just bare with me!

Thirdly, I have never been to Oxford and probably will never go to Oxford (in fact I’m not even from the UK so whoops) so all of what is portrayed on here will be from what I’ve read from other english university media and research. So if there are errors I apologize! 🖤

ANYWAYS, enough rambling. Hopefully this has left you excited or at least morbidly curious and I can get part 1 up soon 🖤

Part Masterlist

Moodboards

Part I: You’re on Your Own, Kid

Part II: The Black Dog

Bonus Chapter: Gold Rush

Part III: Bad Blood

Part IV: The Bolter

Part V: The Alchemy

Part VI: This is Me Trying

Part VII: False God

Bonus Chapter: Midnight Rain

Tag

Can’t believe I didn’t just think of making a tag earlier so you can also follow the tag- #ttpd vi x reader 🖤🥹

Credits: dividers by @saradika-graphics 🖤

[thatloveislikea-star]

At @brighteststarz request, here are some starcest recs!!

These are just a few of my favorite complete fics, I ran out of steam because I read so much so I might do another list later 😂 a lot of these authors have WIPs that are really amazing, so check those out if you like to follow along

An absolute classic, Want, by Saras_Girl

So good, really interesting family dynamics in Rapture on the Lonely Shore by @tenrousei-kuroi, check out their other starcest too! Another one I love of theirs is Capacious as the Sea

The Mind of Madness by phantasmaraneae is so good I’ve read it so many times

Really really hot, includes James, Little Lion by @tracingpatternswrites

I thought family planning by heated_mausoleum was funny

Heat wave by heartshapedbathtub is one of the hottest things I’ve ever read, definitely read it if you like bunny stuff, they’ve written a few more fics too

Constellations series by Evandar, has two fics, both so good, also Toujours Pur is really sweet

Winner Takes All by @the-invisibility-bloke, it’s hot, it’s funny, it’s charming, it’s perfect

Pretty much everything by @faeries-withspirits , but some favorites are Cherry Waves, Morning Glory, Starbursts (bring me back to life), Down the black hole of my lust I descend, Secret Shows in Shower Stalls. Definitely check their other fics out if you like celestial quad (reg/siri/rem/james) also their WIPs are so good

@thepsychiatristgirl exclusively writes bangers, like And All Was Well, my pussy tastes like pepsi cola (my eyes are wide like cherry pies), and speak in tongues (til you listen). That last one is celestial quad, it’s just too good to omit

Baby, it’s cold outside by @andwaitforthespark is so so so good, their WIPs are amazing, and the house always wins only has one chapter left!

@melissamwrites is one of my favorites, especially Black Holes, please check out their other works, especially their WIPs, especially Wormhole (though it is celestial quad and not just starcest) ALSO they make podfics!!! Check those out for sure!

Underneath the mistletoe by Sirci is one of the sweetest starcest fics ever, they have some other really good fics you should check out!

I love JBlackMalfoyRosier’s smutty little Blackcest series, if you like infidelity, it’s for you!

constellations, collisions, and other ways to say love by @matthewfairhoe is a brilliant two-parter

The Arrangement by rattlesnake_black, technically its wolfstarcest, but the dynamic between Regulus and Sirius is gold, and Remus is a hot bonus

@cassetteinability has some amazing fics, like All night long, need, sweet stars, Friends and brothers and lovers (take care of me) that last one does have James involved

Make Your Dreams Come True by @goldenbi is so hottttt

[thewriteadviceforwriters]

📌 NEW WRITER THING JUST DROPPED 📌 | Pinterest!!

hey writer besties 👀 I made a Pinterest. like, a real one. a useful one. a writer aesthetic meets actually-helpful tips kind of board situation.

✨ what’s on there? (or what's to come) – writing advice that doesn’t suck – aesthetic boards for your wip (bc visuals = serotonin) – writing prompts that go hard (especially gothic/fantasy/romance) – lists, checklists, templates (the kind you’ll actually save) – cozy motivation for when your draft is 92% doubt

basically: if you like the chaotic calm of this blog + need inspo that isn’t just another “write every day�� pin, my profile’s for you 🖋️

🧷 follow @.thewriteedvice on Pinterest (yes it matches the blog + newsletter bc ✨branding✨)

save a pin. start a story. romanticize your rewrite.

and if you ever thought: “I wish someone made a list of gothic fantasy prompts in a dark academia font with a candle icon,” well. I got you.

👁️‍🗨️ pin responsibly. hoard beautifully. write something weird.

— Rin T.

[olderthannetfic]

I keep being baffled by the amounts of readers who seem to have fits whenever a fic doesn't have chapters. How do they deal with all the Real Literature TM that doesn't have chapters?

Apart from the very simple "don't like, don't read" approach, if it's because you lose your place because the browser reloads, several options have already been suggested, and I sincerely hope it helps whoever feels that was the big problem.

I am one of those who post all in one go, regardless of the length, so I don't see the point of chapters. Yes, I know, "Post chapter by chapter anyways to improve readership and max your comment count and be more popular" or whatever the equivalent of "Game the algorithm" is on AO3. It feels like cheating to me; it's already all written down, and I am not here to play a numbers game. I crave feedback and interaction, of course; that's why I'm posting, but I don't want to use that kind of trick if it's already, well. All there already. Readers can take breaks whenever they want if they like breaks; I'm not their parent.

I also don't like reading WIPs because I will not have the immersion I prefer, or will forget half of what happened before, and I don't have time to reread everything each time I pick it up again, so I guess I don't see the appeal. You do you, etc. To each their preferences. (As a reader, I am team finished work + full_work or, more often, just download it all. That's how *I* roll; it doesn't mean *you* have to do the same, you know?).

I did try to post chapters a few times. Once, I inverted two of them while posting (still smarting over that years later), and another time, I was posting once a day to follow a daily prompt list… which gave me Big Angst because what if I dropped dead partway? (Yes, someone had access to my AO3 to post the drafted chapters if I croaked). Each time, I was really anxious about where to put the cutoff, or change the POV - at this point it makes the chapters more balanced length-wise, but it would be more interesting to have this scene from X's POV! This scene ends a chapter's subplot, but thematically goes with the next chapter's prompt! It might be stupid, but it is what it is, and I don't see why I should choose to torture myself for something I, as a reader, couldn't care less about.

I just… don't know when to break things up. I write linearly, and while I know the rough idea of where I'm going, I don't have a definite plan and sometimes things will be shaken up as I write. I use visual markers for scene changes and POV changes (not the same markers, actually), but sometimes a scene or POV will be much longer/shorter, so it would all make chapters super unbalanced, so??? Choices? I have to make choices? Nope. Visual marker it is, and I can breathe.

If that's grounds for muting/blocking me, then go for it, I guess? I just don't get the virulence of some of these anons on the topic - it's a you do you situation, and sometimes we just don't get why people do things differently, but that's how it's like sometimes. No need to be mad at people for not doing things the way YOU like.

--

I don't care about maximizing readership, but chapters are the norm in many styles of writing. I prefer to divide a longer work into them instead of using anemic little section dividers. I save those for a sub-chapter division, should I need one.

Honestly, genre fiction is mostly divided into chapters. Yes, there are famous authors who don't use them, and I'm sure you're about to pull five out of your butt, but I think their work reads more poorly than the many, many authors who do use them. Yes, even Mr. Extra Famous And Loved By Fandom, whomever he is this time.

I don't particularly care about non-genre fiction, but plenty of multi-POV literary fiction does use chapters to divide the points of view.

It is common for chapters to be different lengths—desirable even. If a writer can't figure out how to divide something, I think that's a failure of skill... but no, I don't think it's that big of a deal in fic, and I'll read whatever has my blorbos and looks good even if it's formatted poorly and/or in a way I don't prefer.

[1ftinreality]

1ftinreality’s wolfstar fanfic recs - Jan 2025

@moonheavens makes these wolfstar fanfic rec lists that have led me to some incredible finds. so i wanted to take a stab at tracking my monthly reads, because this fandom is full of so many incredible people and i desperately need to yell about it! ah!

authors, if you’d like to be untagged, or if you’d like me to change/remove descriptions of your fic, please do let me know!

Some WIPs I have been losing my mind over

on another ocean by @colgatebluemintygel (133K, Explicit)

Sirius gets broken up with so of course he brings his BEST PAL Remus on a pre-planned romantic vacation across Europe. What could possibly go wrong??!!

Of Prefects, Pretence, and Precendent by Whoops_e (102K, Mature)

Remus is the fifth-year Gryffindor prefect and Sirius is a sixth-year who could not care less about swots. Or could he?

time passages by @fruityindividual (16K, Explicit)

They’re Hogwarts professors AND they’re ex-husbands!! Fruity_individual writes the best divorce fics and I CANNOT WAIT. 

Canon universe but better

Of Protein Powders and PTAs by @SquintClover and @Tracingpatternwrites (89K, Mature)

Enemies to lovers! Good soup! They’re on the Hogwarts PTA together, what could possibly go wrong?

Falling in Love Without You by @babblingflowers, @TherestheSnitch (51K, Explicit)

Sirius needs to get soul-bonded before his 20th birthday because of a Black family stipulation. He goes through the friend group looking for the perfect husband, and Remus helps him because of course he does :) 

Bound by @shiftylinguini (21K, Explicit)

Sirius comes back from the Veil to find Remus married to Tonks. They don’t talk about it, but they do… many other things instead.

Candy crush by bizarrestars (24K, Mature)

Remus has been sucking lollies to quit smoking. Sirius makes stealing them his hobby. Fluff, fluff for ages!

Modern AU

Writing Pages by @Dearamleo (118K, Explicit)

Remus is a struggling Masters student who meets Sirius at a house party. They don’t get along at first. 

A Brief History of Dragons by @eyra (23K, Mature)

Eyra always writes the softest, cosiest fics that soothe the soul. This is no exception. Sirius moves to Cornwall for the summer, where he meets a boy who may or may not be writing a book about dragons. 

The Road to Sweetwater by @EuripidesTrousers (57K, Explicit)

Bounty hunter Remus x Outlaw Sirius, with flavors of Brokeback Mountain. It’s about fighting back against an unjust system in spite of the odds, so, you know, not at all relevant to the state of the world right now. Every sentence, every phrase is so thought-through, I think I have half the fic highlighted just because of how beautiful it all is. 

The World is Waiting For You by thechanchanman (92K, Mature)

An Amazing Race AU! The silliest, sweetest banter, fluff all around! 

Sorry I'm Late - I Was Waiting For You by @euripidestrousers (84K, Explicit)

Obsessed with everything by euripidestrousers tbh. Sirius and Remus meet in college, but Remus is still a werewolf. 

I'm Waiting Here For You by ohyou-pretty-things (64K, Explicit)

Sugar daddy Sirius x sugar baby Remus. Such a gentle, lovely story, it’s like a big warm (spicy and fun) hug. 

Hurling Crowbirds at Mockingbars by @Wrapped-Up (40K, Explicit)

Exes to lovers, exes to lovers!! Remus ran off years ago but he’s back for some reason. Why??

Religious trauma?!?

Dear Your Holiness by @MollyMaryMarie (14K, Explicit)

Remus is a priest who helps Sirius write his dad’s eulogy. Breathtakingly thoughtful take on the hypocrises and contradictions of mainstream Catholicism.

The Fall by @euripidestrousers (13K, Explicit)

Remus is an elementary school teacher and Sirius is the devil, here to corrupt his soul. Oops.

Christmas AUs

Sweet Dreams of Holly and Robbin by @tealeavesandtrash (15K, Teens and Up)

Non-magical AU. Sirius visits the Potters in Hogsmeade and meets Remus, the local bookstore owner. Warm, festive vibes all around. 

Dear Mr Black by @languagelessonswolfstar (73K, Explicit)

Sirius is a celebrity chef who takes a career break at Remus’s BnB. MsAlex has the loveliest Xmas fics, and this is no exception. 

Short fics

Remus Lupin and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Book Signing by @severedreamerfox (3K, Mature)

Remus is a public school librarian and Sirius is a children’s book author. Cute stuff all around!

Open Thoughts by @marigold-hills (3K, Mature)

Sirius becomes a temporary Occlumens after getting hit by a stray spell during an Auror mission. He becomes very, very aware of how his dear friend and roommate thinks about him.

What became of the dreams we had by @aryastark_valarmorghulis (8K. Mature)

Sirius visits Remus after Goblet of Fire. A sweet little fix-it of sorts.

Basilisks, Boggarts, and Boyfriends (oh my) by OptimisticDinosaur (8K, Teens and Up)

Sirius has the hots for the Dark Magic Exterminator he hired to clear out his parents’ place. So he starts planting Dark Creatures in his house to make Remus come back. Harry befriends a Basilisk in the meantime. 

This One's Just Right by thechanchanman (10K, Explicit)

Too many mattresses! A modern AU where James accidentally locks them in a mattress store.

[gunnerfc]

Mommy? Sorry. | Alexia Putellas x Barça!Reader (18+)

Summary: you call Alexia ‘mommy’ for the first time

Warnings: there is literally no plot, jumps straight into smut, calling alexia ‘mommy’, strap use (r receiving) top alexia, bottom reader, alexia calling r ‘good girl’ and ‘princess’, hair pulling, strap sucking, use of the word ‘cock’ lol 

WC: 1.1K 

AN: is this on my wips list? No! But the idea popped into my head while watching the game and I needed to write it lol – all translations are from google so, sorry if they are not 100% accurate!

Alexia’s tight grip on your hips as she roughly thrusts her hips, the strap attached to her hips hitting deeper inside you with each thrust. The captain had you bent over the desk in the Madrid hotel, hands digging into your skin and your moans filling the room.

“Eres una buena chica (you’re such a good girl),” the blonde groaned as her skin hit yours. You were fresh off another win over Real Madrid and Alexia wanted to celebrate you scoring two goals and assisting her goal privately. 

You moaned loudly at the praise from Alexia, every time she told you how good you were, you felt lightheaded. Praise from Alexia as both your girlfriend and your captain meant everything and the midfielder was always there to make sure you knew just how good you were.

Your hands tightened around the edge of the desk as you felt Alexia’s strap hit that familiar spot, bringing you one step closer to the edge. You knew she was holding back despite how rough she was being. If there was one thing Alexia hated the most, it was seeing you in any amount of pain but right now you needed her to be rougher with you. 

You needed her to go faster, the pent-up tension from how physical the game was had yet to break loose. The blonde knew how to read your body for signs and she knew what you wanted from her, but she didn’t want to give it to you just yet. 

Her hands pushed your hips against the hard desktop, pinning you against the surface as her hips continued snapping against yours. The loud sound of her skin hitting yours mixed with your loud moans left little to the imagination and you could only hope most of your teammates were still out celebrating.

Your breathing was heavy as you moved your hands to rest on the surface, propping yourself on your arms as best as you could with how Alexia had you pressed against the desk. You felt one of Alexia’s hands leave your hips and suddenly it was wrapped in your hair, pulling your head back slightly. 

Alexia leaned forward until her front was almost flushed with yours to whisper in your ear. “Me estás tomando muy bien la polla, princesa (you’re taking my cock so well, princess),” the captain husked, lightly biting your earlobe as she pulled away. Alexia placed small kisses along your shoulder blade, her hips still not speeding up like you needed them to.

Alexia let go of your hair without warning and your head jerked forward, her hand sliding around your naked torso toward your chest. Her large hand groped one of your breasts, kneading the soft skin in her hand, before letting go to pinch your hardened nipple. Your breathing was heavy as your eyes rolled back, the pleasure was amazing but you needed her to ruin you.

“M-mommy, p-please,” you begged, “harder,” you whined in between loud moans. You didn’t realize right away what you had said, but you didn’t care at the moment.

Alexia’s hips faltered at your words, unsure if she heard you correctly. The blonde’s hips almost came to a stop as she processed what you said and how hearing you call her ‘mommy’ turned her on more than she would have ever thought. 

“Dilo otra vez (say it again),” Alexia ordered, but your loud moans meant you didn’t hear her. “Dije, dilo de nuevo, princesa (I said, say it again, princess),” Alexia repeated, this time in her “captain’s voice” which gained your attention, as it always does because of how attractive she sounds when she’s commanding the team.

“Mommy, please! He sido una buena chica (I’ve been a good girl!)!” you whined loudly, tears threatening to fall from your eyes as the immense pleasure you were experiencing. 

Alexia didnt respond verbally, instead her hands pushed your hips further into the desk and her hips started slamming against yours much harder than they ever had. You gasped loudly before it turned into a long moan, the feeling of Alexia’s strap buried deep within you had you in a state of bliss. 

Alexia gave you exactly what you wanted, she was fucking you harder and faster than she ever had. With your eyes tightly closed and your back arched, you felt the familiar coil in your lower stomach start to break. You both knew you wouldn’t last much longer. 

“Ven por mi, mi buena niña (come for me, my good girl),” Alexia ordered as she kept her hips moving at a steady pace.

With a loud moan, you let go, coming around her strap. Alexia didn’t let up, her hips stayed moving in you, working her way to her own orgasm. You whined at the oversensitivity but your whines turned into shallow chants of “please” as you felt a second orgasm washing over you. 

Alexia’s hips stuttered as she felt her own orgasm hit, pausing her hips as the strap bottomed out. The only sounds filling the room were both of you heavily breathing, trying to calm yourselves down. Alexia’s head rolled back as the intensity of her orgasm before her eyes refocused on you, bent over the desk with her strap buried in you. The blonde slowly pulled the toy out of you, causing you to whimper at the loss of contact. Your arms that were propping you up were weak but right before they could give out, Alexia turned you around, pulling you into a deep kiss. 

Your mouth moved against hers, letting her control the kiss. Your naked chest was flushed with hers and you could feel the strap attached to her waist hitting your thigh. Alexia pulled back, a string of saliva lingering between the two of you.

“Sé una buena niña y limpia la polla de mami (be a good girl and clean mommy’s cock),” Alexia croaked as her thumb swiped across your bottom lip. You nodded obediently as you lowered to your knees in front of her.

You looked up at her as you took the cum covered toy in your mouth, taking it to the hilt. The sight of you on your knees with her strap down your throat was one of Alexia’s favorite sights. She kept eye contact with you as you started sucking on the strap, moaning around the toy as best as you could as you tasted yourself on it. 

Drool started dripping out the sides of your mouth as you felt the toy touch the back of your throat. You gagged lightly at the feeling which spurred Alexia on, as she moved her hands to gather your hair into a makeshift ponytail. Alexia held your hair as her hips started moving slightly, not wanting to hurt you but wanting you to feel enough of the toy. 

You let Alexia fuck your mouth with the strap, taking her fully without complaining. You were her good girl after all and you wouldn’t disappoint her. You two were far from over for the night now that you unlocked something within the captain, and you made good use of the word as you begged and whined for more orgasms that night.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Not a Word 4

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, violence, parental abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You live a life in hiding, away from your father and the world, until a man decides to drag you into the light. (non-verbal reader)

Characters: Captain Syverson

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The cops wade in and out of the house as your world turns as dusky as the ocean depths. You sit at the table, staring as the smell of seasoned pork wafts in the air with the voices and the crackle of radios. Footsteps go back and forth down the hall as shadows loom over you.  

The one across from you says your name. Again. Officer Bolton has thinning gray hair but a thick mustache. You know him. He knew your dad and would stop by whenever his cruiser needed a top-up. 

“I need ya to write it down, miss,” he taps on the notepad in front of you. “Since ya can’t talk. Need a written statement anyway.” 

You blink at him. You feel sick. The smell of the cooking meat is making it worse. You frown and get up. You go to the stove and turn the dial off. It’s probably dried out anyway. 

“Miss,” Bolton calls after you. 

A sniff comes from behind you and you turn. Sy enters with another officer; Private West. He’s probably about your age. 

“Don’t think I’ve ever seen as many of us in one place,” West says in a tone brighter than the circumstance. 

“Well, it’s a sight to see, isn’t it? Old Don, crushed...” 

You wobble forward and latch onto the back of the chair. You can hear the impact of Sy’s fist over and over. You glance at him as his brow furrows. You just got to tell the same story he did. The one he went over before they got there. 

“It’s her daddy,” Sy says as he comes forward to help you into the chair. 

You sit and rub your throat. You don’t have much of a choice. If you tell the truth, it doesn’t get you much. Your dad is still gone. You don’t know that anyone would believe it anyway. He always told them all you were too stupid. 

“Sorry, miss,” West scratches the back of his neck. “Didn’t mean nothing.” 

You stare at the paper and pick up the pen. Your hand shakes as you hover it over the page. What happens after? What happens if you don’t listen? Will Sy hurt you too? 

You put the nib to the paper and lean forward. It’s like writing a story. You go through what he told you too. You were in the kitchen and you heard a loud noise... 

“Good girl,” Officer Bolton praises. “We just need that statement then we can go file the report. They’ll have that body down at the morgue by midnight.” 

“Awful stuff,” Sy shudders. You almost believe him. 

“Should we keep someone here?” West asks. 

“Ya think the engine’s got a mind of its own,” Bolton scoffs over the scratching of the pen. “Sy, you gon’ look after the girl? Don’t think she ever spent a night without her daddy.” 

Just like always, you’re not there. They talk about you like a thing. Like you can’t understand them. You’re just the same burden you always were. 

“Well, that’s the thing, isn’t it? Her daddy just gave us his blessing, like I was telling the Private. You know, I offered to help finish up that old Bronco so we could talk about the wedding...” 

“Blessing?” Bolton leans back and stretches his arms behind his head, “well, how about that? Syverson, you a good man. Knowing she need someone, huh?” 

“She’s a nice woman,” he puts his hand on the back of your chair. “Quiet. And she makes a hell of a dinner. Seeing as you and the boys came all the way out, I’m sure you can help out with the roast she was slavin’ over. Can’t have it goin’ to waste.” 

You put the pen down. That’s it. The lies are in ink. 

You stand up and go to the stove. This is how it will be. Same as it ever was but it’s Sy now. You open the oven door and put on the mitts to take out the pan. 

“Does smell good,” Bolton says. “My old lady always overheats the damn thing and she got not taste for flavourings.” 

“If you don’t mind,” West adds. “I usually just pop a frozen pizza in after my shift.” 

“Y’all been so good about Don and there’s lots to go around.” Sy affirms as you carve up the tender meat. Not dry at all though to you, the smell is sickening. 

“It is late, past dinner, ain’t it?” Bolton grumbles. 

“We’ll get some plates down. Least we can do is feed y’all,” Sy drawls. 

You keep your head down and obey his indirect orders. You blood is a flow of ice. You’re trembling as you scoop the gravy and potatoes over the roast.  

Your dad’s dead. It’s a startling reality that hasn’t quite sunk in. That’s not what has you unnerved. No, it’s that new truth that you’re struggling to accept. Sy. He’s not going anywhere. 

You understand now what he was asking your dad. He wants to marry you, but why? Why you? Your dad wasn’t wrong. You’re boring. You’re dull. There’s something wrong with you. So why would anyone want you when your only family could never even stand you? 

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When the house is quiet, you don’t know what to do. When it was you and your dad, he ignored you. It was just like being alone. But with Sy, everything is different. Nothing can be like it once was. Like it always was. 

He calls your name from down the hall. You haven’t moved from the kitchen table since you served up the roast to the men invading your home. You didn’t kill your dad but you feel like you helped. 

If you could just speak up and tell Sy to go home before everything turned bad. No, you just stood there and listened. You put your back to it all and then... 

You get up and peek around the corner. His silhouette is like a cloud of gloom at the end. You shuffle toward him, hands fold, feet heavy. He flips on the light and you squint. 

“Hey, sugar, you tired? It’s real late, isn’t it?” 

You shrug and look at your bedroom door then back to him. You flinch as his large hand lands on your shoulder. You pout up at him and hold back a quiver of fear. You can feel how easily he hurt your dad. 

“I’m gonna have a shower, wash the day off,” he says. You notice his tie is undone. “You go on and lay down. You deserve a rest.” 

You lower your chin and he catches it in his hand. You bat your lashes and stare up at him. You move your hands behind you and bunch your fingers until your nails jab your palms. He leans in as you stand rigid and terrified. 

His lips meet yours and his coarse beard tickles you. He hums as he kisses you softly. You squeeze your eyes shut as your heart thumps. You’ve never been kissed before. Never even thought of it because it was just never something that would happen to you. 

You feel as if you might tip over as he pulls away. You stay like that as his hand falls away and he clears his throat. You open your eyes and blink. 

“Was that... okay?” He drags his hand over his beard. “Ahh, probably scratchy,” he combs his finger through the hair. “I’ma get nice and fresh for ya, sugar.” 

Your lips are tingly and hot. You turn and push through your bedroom door. He’s watching you but you’re too afraid to look back. 

You close the door but don’t latch it. You don’t want to make him angry. He exhales and his weight creaks in the floor. The bathroom door clicks and the shower buzzes shortly after. 

You turn on the light and glance around. You sit at the folding table. The small beads lay in their clusters, sorted by colour, but you can’t bring yourself to put them into the grid. Your vision blurs as you languish in the aftermath. 

You should cry. Your dad is gone. You should be sad. You’re scared, you’re confused, you’re lost, but there’s nothing in your heart missing.  

The air ripples and Sy’s yawn frightens you. His shadow moves into the room behind you. He grunts as you watch his arms stretch above him in his grey silhouette. Even then, he is huge. 

“You should come to bed, sugar,” he girds as he sits and tests the frame of your bed with a bounce. “Come ‘ere.” 

You look down at your hands and splay your fingers over your legs. You slowly stand and turn to him. He tuts as you gape at his shirtless form. He wears only a pair of plaid boxers. You gulp. You’ve never seen a man like that. Through the fabric, you can’t even trace... well... 

“You can’t sleep in that, can ya?” He says. 

You peer down and up again. You jump into action and go to your dresser. You take out a loose pair of linen pants and a bulkier tee. Before he can react or you can think, you flit out. 

You lock yourself in the bathroom and change. The familiar task keeps your panic from flowing over. When you’re done, you hesitate. You gather up your clothes and face the door. You have to go back now. 

You shudder and leave the bathroom. You enter your room and go straight to the basket of dirty clothes. You drop in the day’s outfit and stay facing the corner. He coughs. 

“Turn the light off, sug.” 

You keep your gaze averted as you obey. You turn off the light and tiptoe to the bed. You linger before it. You wince as he locks onto your wrist and tugs you closer. Your knees hit the frame and you let him bring you down next to him. It’s a small bed, narrow just for him, crowded with both of you. 

He nestles you against him as you curl up on your side. He brings the blanket over both of you and hugs you snugly. He nuzzles your hair and drones in content. 

“Isn’t this nice, huh?” He asks. 

You can’t move. If you had a voice to speak, you couldn’t. You just give in to his power. That’s what always kept you safe. To appease is to survive. 

You close your eyes and he yawns again, “I’m beat too,” he rasps. “But I’ll be all too happy to wake up next to you.” 

His breath puffs into your hair and swathes your scalp in damp heat. As each intake and exhale slows and steadies, he snores like rumbling thunder. It isn’t the noise that keeps you awake though. 

The night wears on with the subtle movement of shadows through the window. You listen to the house and its creaks and cracks. Even with Sy wrapped around you, you feel alone. Desolate. You wallow with the whirling winds as they swim through the leaves. 

Morning slowly peeks over the window sill but your world is no brighter. You grow restless and squirm beneath his arm. You turn on your back as you try to peel it away. He grunts and draws his hand back, cupping your chest to your horror. 

You clasp onto his hand and he purrs, “so soft.” 

You pinch his forearm then slap his bicep. He can’t touch you like that! You didn’t say he could. His eyes snap open and he leans back against the wall with a grunt. 

“Hmph, sugar, what’s going on?” He asks groggily. 

You sit up and cross your arms over your chest. You put your chin down and scowl. He reaches for you again, this time he strokes your arm, and you swat him away. He took your dad, he made you lie, and now he’s just touching you! Kissing you! 

You turn quickly and hop off the bed. He calls your name and you wave at him dismissively. You hurry from the room without looking back. Your heart races as you listen for his pursuit. You don’t hear it, even as you get to the kitchen. 

You stop on the tile and take a breath. Coffee. You can handle that. He drinks it, just like your dad. You remember. If men are all alike, then all you need to do is cook and clean and keep to yourself. 

[di-42]

Yet again I have only been able to read WIPs and short fictions this month, but the quality of the wonderful stories I was lucky enough to read more than made up for it!

Shootout to the good omens after dark community on reddit, through which I found quite a few of the fics on this list! You are the best!

As always, I'll tag the writers whose tumblr username I know. As always if you want your fic removed from this list, or know a writer who wants their fic removed, please let me know. 

I hope you enjoy these incredible stories as much as I did, and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE don't judge a fiction by the number of kudos, you're better than that (and you'd miss on amazing little gems!)

But now let me tell you about the things I loved about

April's Astounding Fictions

WIPs:

Courage (A Reverse Trope Story), by @spectrallydistracted, rated E, chapters 4/7.

Enemies to lovers, human AU, Crowley's POV. This fiction is sooooo good! Each chapter makes you feel all the feels. Crowley and Aziraphale hate each other (of course they do!), but love their friends, which is why they find themselves on a holiday together. This story is funny, deep, the right amount of angsty, relieving, liberating. And that's just in the first four chapters. All. The. Feels.

Is There A Version? By @lookingatacupoftea, rated M, chapters 19/25

This season 3 fiction was well worth the wait. It's one of the best I've ever read, and the closest to my headcanon. Amazingly well built and engaging plot, subtle humour, lots of pop culture references, delicious pining without all the anger and the angst, and a plot twist that I've never seen anywhere yet. Please please please, read it!

Scorn And The Saint-Maker, by beardo @e-rated-beardo, rated E, chapters 37/?

This fiction is so incredibly good it'll blow your mind away. A mystery within a mystery. The plot is intercepted and clever: you'll need to know what's going on. The chemistry between Anthony and Angel is otherworldly (I didn't choose that adjective randomly). The smut is aaahhh gaaaa ohmygod, delicious. And the writing style. Honestly, I would like to find words to describe it better and in detail, but the word that keeps coming to my mind is just beautiful. Beautiful. Well, and touching, and deep, and amazing... But you get what I mean. Beautiful.

Complete fictions:

Mutual Aid, by malicegeres, rated T, 17k.

Oh, I can't even begin to tell you how much I loved this fiction. Brought me back home, to my chosen family, to when another world was possible (if only). Human AU. Crowley is a militant anarchist, Aziraphale is the owner of a radical bookshop. Tenderness, humour, learning to trust, fighting against injustice, this fiction has it all. I finished reading this fiction on the anniversary of a special day for my home country, a day the memory of which we are at high risk of losing, and I guess this also added to my love and gratefulness for it. We need more fics like this one.

Curse Of Attraction, by SazzyLJ, rated E,10k.

Some members of Anathema’s family want to punish Aziraphale for refusing to restore Agnes’s book. The punishment is making him irresistibly attractive to anyone he comes across. I loved this story full of sweetness, great humour and spot on characterisation! It's a treat!

Whickber Uni's Lonely Heart Club, by @ineffabildaddy, rated E, 21k.

Lovely human, college, enemies to lovers AU. Aziraphale and Crowley are co-president of Whickber Uni's Book Club. They hardly tolerate each other. They are organising a valentine's social event for the club. Need I add more? I loved this version of our ineffables, their strengths and vulnerabilities are so in character and yet so relatable, their humour and banter are great, and they're just so adorable!

My own fiction, Deluded, rated M, 27k.

Human AU rated M for Misunderstandings and Miscommunication (yeah, ok, and mature). Crowley agrees to go on a blind date with Aziraphale, but he doesn't really do dates. He tells as much to Aziraphale and leav... lea... leeeeeeavmmm... Stays. I started off lighthearted, added a pinch of angst, skipped the smut, clumsily attempted some humour, and landed safely on fluff. These are literally the five themes of the five chapters.

One-shots:

In His Demon’s Arms, by graywings @smua70 rated T, 633 words.

Lovely reverse Omens scene, set in the Garden of Eden. Sweet, brief, and powerful. In any possible universe, they belong together.

Demon Summoning Is More Fun With Friends, by @little-mx-sunflower, rated G, 7k.

Mostly outsider’s POV, this story was so much fun to read. Crowley gets summoned, and Aziraphale goes with him. They have fun with the summoners. Light-hearted fic, but with a deep, unshakable sense of connection between our Ineffables, I loved it.

Get Humans Wet And Staring Into Each Other’s Eyes, by @waitingtobebroken , rated T, 2k.

Human AU. Hilarious Crowley's POV stream of consciousness. Aziraphale is there for the ride (in every sense, it would seem).

The First One That's Right, by DoonaRose, rated T, 2k

Sweet account of our Ineffable ‘doing it again’. Lovely.

A Day For Magic, by @createserenity rated E, 3k.

I loved the vibes of this fic so much! It's sweet and lovely, with great characterisation. The loving banter and the clear affection between our Ineffables paint a heartwarming picture of how things could be once they are safe from heaven and hell.

Poems:

Begin Anew, by @firstvisittoearth , rated T.

A reunion poem that will give you goosebumps. I can only hope that their canon reunion gives us the beautiful emotions this poem evocates.

Ode To An Angel’s Pajamas (NOT by a tipsy demon), by AlwaysBeMyBaby @alwaysbemybae with art by OneDapperCat, rated G.

Lovely Crowley's POV poem. Warm and Light-hearted, but the deep love and fondness our demon feels for his beloved angel shows. Great artwork depicting Aziraphale sporting different kinds of pyjamas!

March 25's list here.