#maybe i should stick with blurbs and drabbles

[valeisaslut]

heyy val since it’s the last week of pride month wanted to ask how it went for my fav lesbian writer how hers went coz mine was kinda ass so i hope urs was good xx 🩷🩷

also gonna be a nosy and ask abt the ur next fic and if you have a timeline of then it’s coming out and (feel free not at answer babes) if i should prepare for it to break me the same way collide did 💔

AJJJ HI BABY!! 💗 honestly? pride month was… ASS for me too. the lesbian gods were NAWT on my side. that exam season absolutely wrecked me. mentally, physically, creatively. it was BRUTAL. writing is usually my escape from life itself, and I couldn’t even lean into it as much as I wanted to. total mess. the only highlight of the whole month? making out with the paige bueckers doppelganger. BABY COME HOME THE KIDS MISS YOU. i’m lowkey highkey scared to dm her, but one of these days… maybe.....

and about Engine — I’m not sure EXACTLY when I’ll start, bcos once I dive in, I want to focus completely. when I write a series, i like to stick with it, updating every one or two weeks until it’s done, so I really want to be in the right headspace for that.

probably mid or late July? I’ll definitely keep you all updated! I honestly can’t wait to start writing it… like, don’t get me wrong, I LOVE blurbs and drabbles, but my heart? it’s always been with series. creating worlds, developing characters, telling stories… that’s what really fulfills me as a writer. so stay tuned, baby — it’s gonna be worth the wait!!

[greenorangevioletgrass]

I love Ur dad!Tom concepts sooooo much!!, could u do one where they film like little clips each day of their first pregnancy from when they found out about the pregnancy to the day the baby is born... A bit like the 'for stormie' video Kylie Jenner made and they put it on YouTube after the birth

okay here we go *phewwwww*

I think given how private they are, they might not put it up on youtube for the whole world to see

but I would say such video would probably exist in like the family cloud or smth ❤️

so it all started with you recording his reaction to the big news

tom had received a "package from Marvel" in the mail which says Congratulations on the Newest Addition to Your Spider-Verse! and a box containing a pregnancy test pack, a pacifier, and a pair of baby socks

he couldn’t even speak at first, he just looks at the box and at you back and forth for a really long time, and then he would just start crying, which made you cry

the raw footage is really just 10 minutes of you guys hugging and kissing and crying and murmuring “i love you” to each other

and then tom takes it upon himself to document the whole journey, and it looks like that opening video of Spider-Man: Homecoming lmao

recording his family’s reactions and yours under the guise of a Brothers’ Trust video

“okay, say ‘Hello from The Brothers’ Trust aaaaaand Y/N’s pregnant’” and everyone just losing their shit skskksjdhfksjh

asking harrison to be the godfather, and he very tearfully said yes :’)

fun late-night tesco trips and postmates deliveries to satisfy your cravings

your first ultrasound scan!!! and crying over the little blob on the screen

FINDING OUT THAT IT’S A GIRL AND HEARING HER HEARTBEAT FOR THE FIRST TIME!!! and cue more crying (tom is a really emotional guy and it’s rubbing off on you, okay??)

he records you getting ready for a red carpet event, your barely there bump hidden strategically, and he strokes it and calls it “our little secret”

a timelapse of your growing belly

tom also making a timelapse of his “growing belly” using sweaters and throw pillows stuffed under his shirt and then going “SIKE!” revealing his eight-pack abs 🙄 lmao (he did gain some sympathy weight, but he’s very swole still)

just a bunch of videos of you and your belly bc he thinks you’re absolutely beautiful like this

him narrating you around the house, david attenborough-style (”the mama bear goes on the prowl, for some hot cheetos--” “fuck off tom” “got it. sorry!”)

him recording the baby’s moving and kicking around going “woah, look at that! that’s insane. she’s just busting her moves in there!”

the baby loves to hear you sing and you bet there are clips of you rubbing your baby bump and singing Part of Your World as a lullaby

tom would just talk to your belly all day about the random shit and it’s hilarious

he would basically follow you around with his camera, and you tease him about being a paparazzi

that is until your water broke and you get into labor-- everything goes out the window and he just focuses on getting you to the hospital safely

so there’s no footage of him or you meeting your baby girl for the first time

but that’s okay bc harry managed to record it when he holds little Ivy again after she’s all bathed and bundled up

and you best believe he cried about as much as when you told him you were pregnant

it’s a long and winding journey, but it also leads you to the happiest moment of your life and you didn’t think it’s possible to love someone so much, and yet here you are ❤❤❤

honestly idk how i feel about this but do let me know what you think? hit me up on my ask and get it on my taglist if you like what I wrote 💕

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[searenbound]

This is my first time writing this proper so it’s just a short drabble/blurb but my first golden shower piece like promised. It’s probably not the best but it’s only my first try and I’m a lot nervous about it.

Warnings: piss kink (golden shower), voyeurism, multi partners, bathroom sex/quickie, swearing, vaginal sex described, afab fem reader with she/her pronouns, Kiri and reader are in a pre-established relationship and Bakugou gets invited into the fun, small bit of degrading words

Pairing Eijirou Kirishima x reader + Katsuki Bakugou

They should have known better.

Kirishima should have double checked that the door was actually locked.

(Yn) shouldn’t have trusted her himbo boyfriend to not think with his dick when he knew he was about to stick in her at a party.

And poor Bakugou who only wanted to take a leak should have knocked before bragging in. Now he finds himself watching his oblivious best friend sitting on the toilet, naked from the waist down and bouncing his pretty girlfriend on his lap fucking like bored animals with nothing better to do.

He hated how mesmerized he was for a second. Taking in Kirishima’s focused face, eyes screwed shut and visible gritted teeth. (Yn)’s pussy on full display, glistening so beautifully and sallowing every inch The faux redhead has for her.

He was so distracted he almost forgot what he actually needed the bathroom for.

Almost.

With a startled jump from the shutting door, the two lovers finally took notice of their ashy blond companion. Breath and motion stopping entirely at his raised voice.

“The fuck were you idiots thinking?! Get yourselves fuckin’ decent and get the hell out before I decide ‘fuck it’ and piss on ya’!”.

“What if we’re into that kinky shit?” (Yn) retorted faster then she probably should have, but she felt the way her boyfriend twitched and throbbed in her and it was never a secret that they both found his best friend attractive. Why not be bold?

He didn’t seem to mind after all. Making a comment about where’d Kiri manage to find a such a dirty little slut like her before locking the door behind him.

“Last chance to back out man, you sure you and your bitch want this?”. He questioned Kirishima, but before he could answer she was already speaking “‘the bitch’ literally asked for it fuckface, disrespect me again and I swear I’ll rip your dick off instead”.

Without hesitation he lunged for her lips, silencing her smart mouth for just a moment before pulled away with a groan.

“Fuckin’ hell Ei, got yourself a tough one huh? I might fall in love” he half joked, unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock with a soft hiss.

“That’s how she gets you, acts all cute to drag you in, fuck” he grunted, slowly taking up a more steady pace in his thrusts “t-then she sinks her claws in and you don’t want to fight it”.

She would’ve picked her own fight about them carrying a conversation about her like they weren’t committing sinful together, her biting words fizzled out when the warm clear stream of urine flowing squarely onto her clit.

Soaking her already wet little cunt just a little bit more and make squirm at the sensation of the added heat cascading downward, coating her boyfriends cock along the way.

It wasn’t much longer after that, that she found herself with a mouthful on strict orders to clean the blond up after he gave them such a treat while her boyfriend used her cunt to chase his own pleasure for the umpteenth time that night.

At this point, maybe they should just ditch the party and get a hotel room for the night, it be more fun

[recurring-polynya]

Do I mind if I ask how you approach writing longer fic? I've always struggled to write anything more than maybe two chapters long and I'm curious if you have a particular method to how you approach such stories.

Thank you so much for this ask! I absolutely love it when people ask me for writing advice because it makes me feel like a Smart Person Who Knows Things.

Before we start, here is one grain of salt to take all of this with: I have a naturally long-form brain. It is very hard for me to write something less than 1k. Short fiction is great, and there is nothing wrong with sticking to short things if that's what your brain likes to do.

So. You have decided to write a story. This is going to focus on "stories". Some people write fic that's more freeform or whatever, I am not going to cover that. What I mean by a story is this:

It starts

Some stuff happens

It ends

It is highly probable that your story contains a change of state, which could be that a villain is defeated, or a goal is reached, but it could also be that character falls in love with another, or someone learns to like broccoli.

I like to start out by completing the sentence, "This is a story where _______". This is basically like coming up with a summary for an ao3 post, except that it doesn't need to be catchy. Lots of different kinds of things could go in that blank! It could literally be what happens: This is a story where Ichigo goes back in time and punches young Aizen in the nose. It could be about what you want to explore: This is a story where Hitsugaya gets a better understanding of his zanpakutou. It could be about the vibe you want to achieve: This is an AU where everyone is in a punk rock band and has cool hair and outfits. The idea of this is to clearly define what you, the author, is interested in writing. Make sure it feels right! Maybe you pick the first one, but when you say it out loud, you say, "You know, I really just want Ichigo to go back in time so he can horse around with young Renji and Rukia and punching Aizen in the nose is just an excuse for that." That may sound dumb, but it's fine, actually! Most people don't read stories strictly for the plot, they read stories for the implications of those plots! Will my favorite two characters kiss? Will there be funny interactions between these two groups of characters? Will there be sick fights? Stories are excuses to have scenes. Sometimes, you will have a story where the interesting sequence of events is the draw, but the point is to know what you're about.

Once you feel happy with your "mission statement", you need to decide the bounds of your story: where it starts and where it ends. It may be easier to start with the end. In some cases, it may be obvious from your mission statement: everyone gets home, a villain is defeated, Kenpachi realizes the meaning of friendship. On the other hand, let's look at that punk rock AU. You've picked a vibe, but you don't really have a natural story arc. It has to have a destination, though, otherwise, it's not really a story, it's a recipe for 3 chapters of an abandoned fanfic. So brainstorm a little: Maybe they get a record deal? Maybe they win a Battle of the Bands? Maybe Byakuya accepts that the band is actually good and tells Rukia he is proud of her. Do not settle for a plot just because it works. Pick something that makes you excited! You're the one who is gonna have to write it!

I said that we needed to pick a beginning point, too, but I'm actually going to skip that for now. The next thing I do is think of all the Big Scenes I want to write, the ones you are hype to write, the ones that pop in your head as you think about the premise. Make a bullet list. They don't need to be in order. The descriptions don't need to be super detailed, but write down anything about it that is important to you. If there's a mood or a snippet of dialogue or a joke you want to make, go ahead and jot that down so you don't forget it later. What you're doing now is putting broad blotches of color on a canvas, filling in space and leaving the detail for later.

Once you are pretty happy with what you have down, try to arrange it in chronological order. Put your end at the end (if it wasn't one of your big scenes, add it now). The next task is figuring out how to traverse your scenes. You've already picked out where you want to spend the majority of your energy. The rest, I regret to tell you, is your slog writing. Now, it often happens that you will find joy in some of these scenes and your best writing may occur there, but that's serendipity. These are the scenes that you are gonna have to make yourself sit down and write, so you honestly want to limit them to just the ones you need.

So how do we do this? Look at the first thing on the list. Can you start there? If so, congrats, that's your beginning. If you can't, what needs to happen to get to there? Where can you start so that you can get to your first fun scene as soon as possible? There. That’s it. You’ve picked your beginning, good job! Now, go through the rest of your list, and add in things that must happen, even if you don’t particularly look forward to writing them. The characters need to travel from geographic point A to point B. Shuuhei needs to say something that Izuru hears and misinterprets. The Central 46 makes a new law. If you have a good idea of how these things happen, go ahead and write them down, but it’s okay if you don’t know yet. Fill in all the blanks so that if you think of each bullet list as a scene, you could read it as a story, start to end. Once you get writing, you might add more scenes, or move things around or whatever, but you should have a thing that functions as a story.

If you struggle with this, an alternative is a story with a very strong structure that is going to guide you though what you have to write.Here are two examples from my own stories Hold On, Hold On (which is only one chapter, but the principle is the same) is structured around the 5 stages of grief. Not Broken, Just Bent takes place over roughly a week, and I just decided what happened every day of the week. See You on the Other Side takes place in the middle of a bunch of canon events, which worked at mile markers.

Congratulations. You’ve just made a rough outline!

Special note for avoiding burnout!: I am a slogger. I will drag myself through the broken glass of an interminable plot to get to a single thirsty scene. That's why, at this stage, I try to look at the ratio of what I want to write to what I must write. It's gonna vary for everyone, but this is a hobby, and if looking at this proto-outline makes you feel deeply tired, maybe this isn't a good story to be devoting your time to! Can you carve it down? Can you chuck two scenes you really want to write and get rid of 80% of the slog? Or maybe you can't! In that case, just write that thirsty scene as a standalone drabble! Or just go work on something else! Maybe in the future, this one will come back to you and you’ll have a fresh idea or a renewed enthusiasm for it.

Another thing I sometimes like to do at this point is to write out some notes about my characters and their motivations and moods. Character A is homesick. Character B is so determined to defeat the enemy that they are having a hard time being sympathetic to Character A. Character C cares for both A and B and is trying to support them both. This is sort of background info that you want to keep in your head as you are writing. Depending on the type of story you are writing, this might actually be the main plot, or it might be happening subtly, but adding to the emotional impact of the story. It’s very easy for me to write these sorts of emotional arcs, but if you struggle with that, you may wish to go ahead and made a more detailed outline for that, too.

Now, it’s time to start writing! I am great at beginnings-- it is very often the case for me that the opening scene was one of my Big Tentpole Scenes. (Before you hate me too much, I make up for this by being double horrible at endings; just let me have this) Usually, I will start at the beginning and write linearly for as long as I can until I get stuck. Then, I will look forward on my outline and do the next chronological scene that I feel like writing. In general, if I sit down to write and there is something I have an urge to write, that trumps everything else. Inspiration is a precious commodity, and you should embrace it when it hits! You can slog any day. I will occasionally hold off writing a scene that I really want to, because I am saving it, like a prize for myself for getting that far. This is a very personal process of figuring out what motivates your brain and then giving your brain what it needs to be its most productive.

Eventually, you will run out of things you are excited to write, but the good news is, you’ve got a bunch of story now! Odds are that what’s left is going to be a lot of those connective tissue scenes, and you’re just going to have to do them, except that now, because you’re connecting two concrete points instead of two abstract points, it will be a lot easier. You can continue running jokes you’ve started. Maybe you invented a cafe in an earlier scene where your characters hang out and you can have them return there. Try to think of ways to make these scenes more fun, both for yourself to write and for your reader to read. 

Around this time, I like to start refining that rough strokes outline into what I will call an “as-built” outline. (This is an engineering term where you update your plans or models for something to reflect any changes that had to be made along the way). This is a great activity to do at times when you feel like you have writers block. I write down every scene I have written as a 2-3 word blurb, in order. I break the scenes into what I think makes logical chapters, and I will do a word count on those prospective chapters and write it down. As you do this, you will realize that maybe you can move a scene from here to there, which will make it 1000% easier to write. Things may be happening too much, or you’ve got the characters eating three times in the same chapter. If you have subplots and dangling threads, this is where you make sure they get closure. I know this sounds very headache-y, but you are so far along in the story at this point that it’s really not-- it’s a way to look at the problems you have left. Use some sort of formatting (I like to bold things I haven’t done and sometimes I put them in red) and it gives you a very visual to-do list.

You specifically mentioned multi-chapter fanfics and I admit that I don’t tend to think in chapters, I tend to think of the story as a whole and just break it up where it feels natural. The as-built outlining I described is very helpful in making sure that my chapters feel balanced. They don’t necessarily need to be the same length, but I like them to have the same amount of stuff in them. One chapter may basically contain one long scene, and other may contain many short ones. I don’t tend to, but you can certainly have a fanfic that varies between short and long chapters, that can actually be an interesting effect. But like I said, I always like to know what I am doing, and so having it mapped out, you can say “welp, this is what I’ve done, how do I feel about that?”

Polynya, you may be saying at this point, do you write the whole fanfic before you post any of it? and I regret to inform you, the answer is yes. A lot of people write as they go, and I have made one attempt at this and I didn’t like it. I don’t like locking myself in, I just need to be able write out of order and go back and change things. Here is the story of a little in love: someone gave me an AU prompt and I got mildly obsessed with it, and wrote 5 snapshots drabbles in that universe, ending with a slight cliffhanger ending. I probably should have stopped there, but I decided to keep going. I wrote out an outline of 5 acts where the first act was detailed to the degree of each chapter being specified. The chapters here were much smaller than I usually make chapters: 1-2k. I wrote act i and ii and it was actually great, and then I hit act iii which required a lot of set up for misunderstandings and a mini romance arc. I couldn’t wing it, but nor could I figure it all out with outlining. I write dialogue in almost sort of an improv “Yes, and...?” style, so until I do it, I don’t know what’s going to happen. So, what I did was treat the second half of act iii as a complete story in the process I describe above, wrote the entire rest of it, and then posted it. One might notice that the chapter lengths grew to 3-5k each. I have two more acts to go, and I haven’t decided how I am going to do them yet, but I suspect I will treat each of them as their own mini-stories.

(I will admit that in Heart is a Muscle, I tend toward chapters that are about 10k long, and this is honestly too long, someone should smack me. If you like punchy chapters, 1-2k is good. I think 3-6k is probably an ideal chapter length. Is this how long the chapters are in my latest fanfic? Absolutely not.)

Okay, so there’s one more step, which is quality control. I am habitual re-reader-- I read my fanfics-in-progress over and over and over while I am working on them. I understand that not everyone does this, but I am usually the primary audience for my own writing, and this is the actual fun part for me. Nevertheless, you should re-read your work at least once, to make sure it hangs together.

This is purely optional, but I recommend it: get a writing friend (if you don’t like re-reading your work, I recommend this even more strongly). If you can get a full-service beta reader, that’s great, but if you can’t find someone, or if receiving that level of critique stresses you out, it’s perfectly valid to just find a friend who will read your stuff and a) shower you with compliments, b) reassure you about parts you aren’t sure about (or suggest ways to help) and c) point out any huge problems you missed. When I am writing a long fanfic, it is a huge motivational factor for me to be able to send my beta chapters as I finish them. If you are already an established writer, and you have people who consistently comment on your fic, they might be overjoyed to get a sneak peak at your work.

And that’s it! That’s the way I do it, anyway! Some people are able to sit down and write a very detailed outline and the write it start-to-finish. Good for them, I say! I have tried this and it doesn’t work great for me. I will admit that some of my fics (especially my early ones) I just sat down and banged out whole-cloth like an insane person and they are generally better than the ones I actually plan out, but that’s not a reproducible process.

As one final mechanical note, I usually write in Google Docs, which I can access on multiple devices (I used to write a lot on my phone), has convenient sharing functionality, and I use the ao3 html formatting script add-in. I generally have two documents for a single story-- one is the outline, and any other notes I want to have handy. I’ll usually put a trashcan space at the bottom for scenes that got cut but I don’t want to lose. The other is the fanfic itself.

I hope this is helpful! Please feel free to follow up with other questions and good luck with your writing!

[stillebesat]

A Mini’s Pep Talk

December Drabbles Day 7 Sanders Sides: Roman, Mini-Virgil (not Virgil himself just a mini version of him)  Blurb: It shouldn’t surprise Roman, at this point, that on top of an already no good really really bad day he ends up getting attacked by another Side’s Mini-Me while looking for his own. (Takes place after SVS Redux) Fic Type: Hurt/Comfort, Mindscape!AU, Mini-Me!AU, Overall Fic Warnings: Negative Self Talk, Small Injury mention  Taglist in Reblog.

It was no use. Roman exhaled, cautiously pulling open the door to his room a crack so he could peer outside. He’d ransacked his bedroom a good dozen times and his Mini-Me was nowhere to be found.

Just. Perfect.

The grand cherry on top after an already bad day.

We love you. 

Roman hunched his shoulders, well aware that his appearance with his pjs and messed up hair was hardly Princely as he slipped outside and tip-toed past the Others’ rooms. 

“Kingsley.” He hissed, wary of waking up everyone else as he moved down the stairs, phone in hand to act like a flashlight as he shone it over the darkened living room looking for his Mini-Me. “I really really don’t have the energy for this!” 

Of all the days--nights for the scaredy-cat to get it into his head to grow a spine, did he really have to do so at 4 am after Roman had been awake since six trying to get something worthwhile completed after yesterday’s--

We love you. 

He growled, running a hand through his hair before dropping to his knees to peer underneath the couches for the tiny figure dressed in red. “Why do you do this to me?” Surely, the others didn’t have this much trouble with their own mini-selfs. 

If they had mini-selfs to deal with. 

At this point, with all the stupid mistakes he kept making, all the lies he kept believing, it wouldn’t surprise Roman to discover that he was the only Side broken enough to have a mini version of himself manifest as a companion to him. 

A mini version that, despite being scared of his own shadow most days, had decided to leave the safety of Roman’s room and vanish. 

We love you. 

Roman sat up with a shaky sigh, scrubbing a hand over his face to ensure no betraying tears had left his eyes as he looked around the living room, searching for likely spots for his pocket sized self to hide in. “Kingsley.” He called out softly, without much hope of receiving an answer. 

He should just face the facts.

Logan would love that. 

Roman made a face as he pushed numbly to his feet, moving to the kitchen to check the lower cabinets. 

Fact. Kingsley was a scaredy-cat. 

Fact. Kingsley wasn’t in his room.

Fact. Roman had been denounced as a bad guy.

Roman clenched his hands, breath hitching as he turned to the fridge. 

Fact. Kingsley was scared of villains.

Fact. Kingsley was nowhere to be found.

Fact. Kingsley didn’t want Roman to find him.

Perhaps...perhaps it was for the best for his mini-self to have left. He--He deserved a-a better--better Si--

I thought I was your hero. 

Roman grimaced, slumping against the fridge, grabbing onto the top edge to keep him from collapsing to the ground. “Kingsley.” He choked out, closing his eyes. No. It was probably for the best. To..to end things here. “I’m sorry.” 

He didn’t even know how he’d wronged the little guy. But obviously he’d screwed up. Again. Some more. He’d add it to the list. Because obviously Kingsley had heard how much like Remus Roman truly was. How much of a villain he could be.

He’d probably feared for his life and fled. 

“Geez. Stop with the waterworks.” An unfamiliar voice said, just before something sharp stabbed his fingers.

Roman yelped, jerking his hand away from the top of the fridge as he stumbled backwards only to stupidly trip over his own feet and send himself crashing to the tile floor with a loud thud. 

He groaned, closing his eyes. Well, there went being quiet. 

There was a flutter of feathers before a light weight landed on his chest, stalking up to his chin and poking him. “Knights are supposed to not give up without a fight. What’s wrong with you?” The voice demanded.

Roman made a face. What was wrong with him? Where to start? The fact that he was so pathetic that he’d been scared by someone else’s Mini-Me? 

He tilted his head to glare at the tiny person on his chest, only to freeze, heart skipping a beat at seeing a familiar patchwork jacket and dark eye shadow under the eyes. 

A Mini Virgil.

Great. He let his head fall back with a soft thunk on the cold tile, mentally cursing as he ran his thumb over his sore finger tips. “Did you stab me with a toothpick?” 

“No, I bit you.” Mini V retorted jumping up onto Roman’s face, landing on his nose, brilliant white wings flashing in the light of his phone as he kept them half spread. “You honestly think I could stab your fingers all at the same time with a single toothpick?” 

Well...no. “You can’t exactly bite them all at the same time either.” He said, failing to keep the growl from his voice, glaring up at the Mini. “And as you’ve already noticed.” Why did Virgil’s Mini have wings? Kingsley had nothing like that. “I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed. So sorry for not thinking it through. Try Logan next time.”  

The wings fluttered as Mini V narrowed his eyes. “He’s not the one sobbing in the kitchen in the middle of the night.” 

“Yes, I’m a pathetic excuse for a Side, you don’t need to tell me twice.” Roman shot back, raising his hand palm up towards the Mini. “Get off my face before I sneeze you off.” 

V gave the hand a look of disgust before he jumped, wings beating in the air to keep him hovering in place as Roman pushed up onto one elbow. “What is wrong with you? Knights don’t--”

Oh, for the love of Crofters! He didn’t need another person telling him off. “I’m not a Knight!” He interrupted shoving to his feet. “I’m not a Prince. I’m not a Hero.” He spread his arms wide, a bitter smile on his lips as Mini V backed up a good foot from him, eyes wide. “I’m a freaking Nobody who has no place here because no matter what I do, no matter what I say, no matter what choice I pick to try and help Thomas achieve his dreams, it’s always the wrong choice because the bloody RULES KEEP CHANGING!” He yelled, jabbing a finger at the Mini.

V visibly swallowed, wings fluttering as fast as a hummingbird’s. “Roman?” He whispered, a faint squeak to the end of his voice. 

And there he was. Messing things up again. Being the freaking evil twin. Roman slumped, feeling the weight of a mountain settling on his shoulders. “Just--just forget it.” He turned from the frozen Mini, chest twisting with a hollow ache from how he’d just gone off on the little guy. He didn’t deserve that. Especially not for their first meeting. 

Though maybe it was par for the course...considering how awful he’d been to Virgil for most of their lives--it wasn’t like his Mini would have a high opinion of him anyways. 

Roman exhaled, closing his eyes as he crossed his arms. Coward. He couldn’t even face the Mini like a true man. “I’m sorry. You didn’t--I shouldn’t have...gone off like that.” 

If anything it proved that locking himself up in his room for the foreseeable future was the best course of action. 

Especially since yesterday’s debacle with Deci--Janus had already proved that he was a screw up through and through. 

Wrong was Right. Right was Wrong. 

Be Mean to Anxiety because he’s a Bad Guy. 

No. Be Nice to Virgil because he’s actually a Good Guy. 

Be Nice To Deceit because if Virgil was a Good Guy then Deceit could be a Good Guy too despite acting like a Bad Guy. 

No. Be Mean to Deceit because Deceit is Bad. 

No wait, be Nice to freaking Janus because Deceit isn’t actually the Bad Guy after all. 

No. Now Roman was the Bad Guy. Dece-Janus the Hero of the day.

His darkest fear come true. 

It was all topsy-turvy and Roman had been wound up so much through it all that he no longer knew which way was up.

If there was even an up in the first place.  

“Hey.” 

Roman hunched his shoulders, ducking his head as V darted in front of him to block his path out of the kitchen. “It’d probably be best to go back to Virge if you want a True Knight.” He muttered, avoiding eye contact. “I’m not--” 

“Dude!” 

Roman flinched, breath hitching as the Mini landed on his shoulder, wing brushing his cheek before a warm hand grabbed onto his earlobe and tugged hard enough he had to tilt his head to avoid getting it torn off.  

“I will say this as many times as you need to hear it to get rid of whatever earworm is tunneling through your mind right now.” V hissed. “You. Are. Creativity. If you don’t like who you are now, then Change.”

“Change?” Roman repeated like the concept was foreign to him as he eyed the Mini from the corner of his eye. It wasn’t. He just-- 

V huffed, tugging Roman’s ear one more time before he jumped off his shoulder to hover in front of his face. “No one said you had to stick to one role your entire life, Roman.” He gestured towards the staircase. “If that were the case, Virgiepoo wouldn’t have had his little Acceptance Arc with you guys.” 

No, they would still be enemies. Anxiety the Villain. Though really with how awful he’d been to Virge--Roman grimaced. “Yes, but--” 

“But nothing.” V tapped his nose, leaning forward until Roman had to take a step back or else go cross-eyed. “You’re not a hero? Fine. You’re not a prince? Fine. You’re not a Knight--well that sucks because they’re rather cool--”

Roman couldn’t help but smile a little bit at that. They were cool. It was why he’d been one for so long.

V smiled back, shrugging a shoulder. “But whatever. It’s Fine. You get to decide how you want to be you.” 

Roman huffed a near laugh, leaning against the wall as he ran a hand through his hair. “You make it sound so easy.” But he’d been Prince Roman for...well ever. Could he ever be thought of as anything else?

“I do. It’s not. Trust me.” V fluttered his wings wide, drifting closer. “You’re not the only Side still figuring himself out, Ro, even if it feels like you are right now. Thomas is constantly growing and changing. It would be silly if his Sides remained stagnant when he’s in motion.” 

It was silly. None of them were exactly the same Side they had been when they first started to interact with Thomas. It was just--he’d been the same Prince Roman for--well ever. He lowered his head, taking a slow breath. “What if…” He swallowed, forcing himself to look up. “What if they don’t like the changes I choose to make? What if they want me to stay the Prince and I can’t--”

“Then screw them.” V said, holding up his middle fingers. “And in the words of our dearest PatteyCake, I will physically fight them.” He threw a couple of air punches. “For not accepting you for who you want to be when you’ve tried so hard to accept them.” 

Well then. The corner of his mouth twitched upwards as a flicker of warmth seemed to grow in his chest. It was nice to know he has one person in his corner. Though he wouldn’t bank on it lasting too long. Not with his current track record. But for now..after the day he’d had....it was a nice feeling. “Do you always lurk around in the dark waiting to give pep talks?” He asked, pushing away from the wall. 

V did a lazy loop in the air before landing on his shoulder, making himself comfortable as Roman climbed the stairs back to his room. “Only to people I like.” 

[fangirlovestuff]

fangirlovestuff’s one year celebration!!

hello lovely people!! today is a very exciting day (for me at least hehe) because exactly one year ago today (April 30th) i posted my first fic!! 

i wanted to thank all of you, whether you’ve been here from the start, middle, or maybe this post is the first you’re seeing of me. either way, thank you all for being such a positive aspect of this addmittedly otherwise shitty year. i don’t say it enough, but i appreciate every like, comment, reblog, follow, and every person who reads my fics!! thank you<3

i contemplated what should i do for the occasion and thought about doing a challenge but i don’t have quite enough time right now, so i’ve decided to just remind y’all that my requests are still open, but also have a cute little blurb / headcanon weekend!

everyone (following me or not, although i’d always appreciate making new friends) is welcome, from today until Sunday, May 2nd, to put in their requests for: 

blurbs / headcanons / drabbles

a character you’d want me to write about / write more about

fake title suggestions for blurbs!!!

any request, as specific or vauge as you’d like!

but that comes with a disclaimer - i write for marvel characters, and i don’t write explicit smut, so if you’ll request that i’ll probably not write it

i write for everyone, so if you won’t specify i’ll write for a female reader, but you can definitely ask for a gender neautral / male reader and i’d love to write it!!

if y’all want you’re also more than welcome to send some games like would you rather / fmk etc :))

omg also if you wanna tell me about yourself and let me ship you with a marvel character / tell me what character you’d ship me with, that’d be cool!!

please make you requests clear though!! if you’re requesting a headcanon write that, if you want me to ship you, if it’s a fake title, or anything, please tell me what you’re asking for so i don’t get things mixed up! 

so hopefully any request for blurbs etc i get will be out this weekend or at the start of next week, and anyone that would like to request a longer fic will get it as well, just probably just a bit later<3 

(the things i’m currently working on for @s1utforfictionalcharacters and @firoozehmoon will also hopefully be up this weekend!!)

it’d also be cool if you reblogged this to spread the word maybe? hehe

again, thank y’all for sticking with me this long!! you’re the best🥰 i hope you all have an amazing day and remember to stay hydrated lovelies!!<3

[bearseokie]

dear readers and writers

— a little advice i wish i would have heard before i started this blog and writing in general. sorry i’m that writer that makes post like these, i just want you to understand that things like this change everything. if this looks like a lot, just find the ones that pertain to you.

writers

➤ 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝

there are so many good works that come from you focusing on the genres you are most comfortable with, and only writing those is not a bad thing. it’s not a “you’re not growing as a writer” situation, it’s a comfort zone situation. just because smuts do well doesn’t mean you have to force yourself to write them. just because angsts come in bulk because you can never ignore the emotional bits of writing doesn’t mean that has to be the main focus of every work. just because fluffs are the most reblogged content doesn’t mean it’s the only genre people will enjoy from you. focus on what you love, others will follow!

➤ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐥

if you don’t consistently open your inbox, do it at least once. close it when you feel overwhelmed or at any time you feel necessary. don’t believe that you have to write them all in a short period of time. be statistical about it: only open it for a short game or blurbs. use the requests to fill in blanks or practice writing in different ways. play with the word counts. change up the tone. delete a few, you’re not obligated to actually write them, this is your free time and your work. but sometimes doing requests can change how you write, maybe even give you a breakthrough you wouldn’t have had with writing things from your own mind. and have fun.

➤ 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

filling the warnings up with silly little comments or parts from the story is important, too. even if it’s a paragraph’s worth of potential warnings or triggers, never skip adding them. even if you think it’s something not worth mentioning, it will be to someone. add as many as necessary.

➤ 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝟏𝟎,𝟎𝟎𝟎 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞

word counts don’t determine how good of a writer you are. from brilliant blurbs with two paragraphs and one line of dialogue, drabbles with less than a thousand words, or full on double digits fics: what counts is that you enjoyed writing it. it made you excited. you paused just to mention to a friend how much you love writing it. you got chills piecing together that one line. that energy gets put through your work and into your reader, seriously.

➤ 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭?

everyone reads. anything. everything. you name it, one person’s read it. whether your confidence in your writing ability is low or not, the process will only benefit you. and you get to spend time writing about some of your favorite people/characters, it’s a win-win. it’s no competition, only a fun time that you get to create and share with the world. try it.

➤ 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

the more detail, the better the mental picture. if you read something and love visualizing every scene, hearing every line, then you should work for the same within your stories. close your eyes and put your scene into your surroundings, every little detail counts. and although i said word counts don’t mean anything, if your brain does focus on you having large word counts (it happens to every writer, big word counts make you feel cool for writing so much), then this is a sexy step to use because it heightens that number pretty quickly.

short sentences look weird, but are better than run-ons.

vocabulary is sexy and thesaurus dot com is your best friend. need a word but can only think of something similar, you’ll find it there. used the same word three times now and think you’re starting to look insane, you are, use your sources.

you don’t need a banner or aesthetics for everything you write. the writing does all of the work itself. don’t stress about the accessories.

burnt out on writing the same thing / can’t think of what else to put down? break time. take a tangent, write something else, cut it off there (maybe post it) and leave the rest for the future, the cliffhanger or abrupt ending will have everyone on the edge of their seats. you’re still doing well.

if you’re writing to gain a following or have extensive amounts of notes to brag about, you’re into writing fanfics for the wrong reasons. hoping for feedback is one thing, feasting for it as your only source of inspiration for writing is just hurting yourself and other writers in the long run. write for yourself and no one else.

writer’s block? hell if i know, i’ve had it since before i started writing.

readers

➤ 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤

a little feedback goes a mile. a simple emoji as a reaction, keyboard smashes, even tagging topical things can make a fanfic writer smile.

but long paragraphs also go a long way. imagine watching a movie you love to bits, so much so that you go online and read reviews of it. that commentary can shift the way you look at the movie forever, and stick with you during other films. it’s the same with receiving and reading feedback on fanfics. I’m not saying go crazy critical with your feedback, do not do that unless the writer says they want criticism, but maybe writing why you love one particular line so much could change the way the writer feels about the entire work or make a reader begin to love the same line so much that they quote it or recommend it. it makes a difference!

➤ 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬?

tell the writer. this isn’t an “i wrote this and it mentions all of these other things, so you should have expected this” game. if it bothered you, it will probably bother someone else, and that needs to be told to the writer. i don’t know what to tell you if a writer writes back being degrading or negative about your concern for that warning, but i promise you that most writers will not argue with whether it should be a warning or not and will just add it. do not be scared to mention something that triggered you if it was not mentioned in the warnings. also, please remember writers are humans and cannot think of everything all the time. we might miss one or two warnings within the work when writing the description, so please tell us.

➤ “𝐈 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠.”

pain. straight pain. your reblog shares that post with your followers. you like it, why wouldn’t they? that reblog stays on your page, it’ll be seen. the tags you put in could help others find more works on your blog, essentially helping more works be found. maybe they’re old and haven’t seen the light of the recent tags in months, but your reblog could help more people still see it, and that makes a difference. we all have those lazy moments where we don’t want to do all of the steps, but even doing them sometimes helps.

➤ 𝐰��𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐜 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞?

readers can scroll through the list for their preferences, find new writers that amaze them, maybe they gain the courage to put together their own fic recs list. all of those recommended fics are still floating around and being shared, they don’t get lost in the tags or the writer’s masterlists. you find/make a recs list: congratulations, you’re contributing to helping fanfics thrive (as they deserve). also, who doesn’t love an entire list right in front of them so they don’t have to go on a scavenger hunt to find new things to read? answer: no one.

➤ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐞?

tags to organize, fics to go through/find/read, oh my. let me let you in on a little secret:

have you ever had that moment where you suddenly remember one line or scene from a fic you read months ago, and you have the vaguest details to go off of in order to search and find it? your fics recs blog would have you covered, just scroll through the feed or the tags and boom, it’s at your fingertips.

now imagine someone else looking for more fics to read stumbling upon your blog. might look a little strange and coded to them, but eventually they navigate and find a new fic they’ll be talking about for months. they reblog it, add their own feedback, their followers see it and join in, and that writer feels immensely appreciated all because you started a recs blog and just-so-happened to reblog their fic. tah dah.

➤ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐩?

well, so did i. i asked my followers on this blog and my recs blog to send in their favorite fics with some extra details and feedback thinking i wouldn’t get anything, but i got an entire list! guess what’s even better? that list went straight into the tags (thanks to tumblr working properly for once) and now anyone that searches up ‘kpop fic recs’ can find it at any time. same goes for your own. there’s no specific way of organizing a recs list, just make sure the links work and the writers are credited! it helps.

read more! it’s a vast world in your hands, enjoy the words that go along with it.

sorry for this technical rant/advice post, this has just been in me for a while and i wanted to talk about it. I might add more to this as things come up, but for now i hope this helps! <3

[kurtbastian-land]

Hi! I'm currently on Kurtbastian fics binge read, so I was wondering if you could share your 10 favourites?

Wow, my top 10 favorites. That’s going to a tough one. I’m obviously going to skip the major well-known ones that this fandom knows - A Change In The Weather - cacophony, Don’t You Remember -  discordandrhythm and Glad You Came - daftydraw and JWMelmoth. With that being said, any other stories from that authors are bangers as well! But off to the actual list (in no particular order)

TOP 10 KURTBASTIAN FICS (MULTI-CHAPTERED, COMPLETED)

1. Europe Is Our Playground [Explicit] - GlassParade

Summary: Eight years and half the world away from home, a chance encounter in a Paris club leads Kurt and Sebastian - each running from the ghosts of their pasts - into the diversion of chasing each other across Europe.

2. A Shot In the Arm [Explicit] - somebetterwords

Summary: Kurt Hummel was a catch. Kurt was a catch, and Santana didn’t know what she was talking about. That’s what he’d tell himself until he believed it. But actually, talk was cheap. Kurt was going to go out and dangle himself at the gayest nightclub in the tri-county area and watch the men clamour to catch him. He wasn’t having a slutty meltdown or anything. His self esteem was not dependent on the attentions and opinions of strangers. He just needed an ego boost, one single night of his life for recalibration and encouragement from unbiased observers and also drinks. He just needed… a shot in the arm.(Though it wasn’t exactly a needle he was looking to stick in himself, and he didn’t want it going in his arm either.)

3. Live Without Shame / Call Me Anything You Want [Teen and Up Audiences] - Walden_pond313

Summary: Kurt is fed up with being heartbroken or disappointed when it comes to guys. Maybe it's time for some fun... / Sequel to Live Without Shame. Basically, season 2 if Kurt/Blaine never happened

4. Barista Confessions [Explicit] - TheFirstMrsHummel 

Summary: Unsure of his future following graduation, Kurt finds the status quo impossible to maintain. And when Sebastian Smythe comes crashing back into his life, it gets even more complicated. PLEASE NOTE NOT KLAINE/BLAINE FRIENDLY

5. The Boys of Summer [Mature] - MoreThanTonight

Summary: A camera. A jacket pin. A phone. Lemon balm leaves. A bottle cap. A box of condoms. A bottle of sleeping pills. On the last days of summer before college, Sebastian remembers the most eventful summer of his life and the items related to it. Kurtbastian.

6. Before You Met Me [General Audiences] - ellodoctor

Summary: When Kurt goes to Dalton to spy, he meets Sebastian Smythe who then points out lead singer Blaine Anderson, his latest “goal.” After Kurt runs into him again at sectionals (and actually meeting Blaine), he suddenly finds himself to be a fast and slightly coerced friend to them both. He’s thrown right into figuring out how much Sebastian cares about Blaine, how Blaine feels about Sebastian, confessing his bullying problems and dealing with Sebastian’s ego. And it actually seems to be worth it. But will that last?

7. give your heart (a break) [Mature] - drunkonwriting 

Summary: Post-TBU AU. Life moves on after heartbreak: Kurt knows that more than most. As he tries to put his life back together after Blaine, he finds an unexpected ally in his new coworker and Isabelle's nephew: Sebastian Smythe. As Kurt goes through his new life as a single man, he finds an unexpected depth to Sebastian and realizes that losing the first love of his life doesn't mean he'll never love again.

8. (Let’s give them) Something to talk - MemeKonGlee (MemeKonYA)

Summary: “I need you to—”“I heard you the first time,” Kurt interrupts, putting his fork and knife down on his plate and pushing his half-finished pancakes aside. “What I meant was: what the hell?”He points towards the neglected pancakes, trying to stall in the face of Kurt’s reaction.“Are you sure you don’t wanna finish that first?”The look in Kurt's eyes tells him in no uncertain terms that no, he doesn't want to finish his pancakes, Jesus.And so Sebastian has no option but to take a deep breath in, exhale slowly through his mouth and just… get on with it, internally cringing at how unbelievably ridiculous it all sounds when he puts it in words, all out there for the world (and more importantly, Kurt fucking Hummel) to judge. It all boils down to: I fucked up and I'm too proud to deal with it the mature way.

9. Twitch Verse [Teen and Up Audience] - sincerelyjessy*

*A series of oneshots that explores Kurt Hummel and Sebastian Smythe’s relationship

10. Would You Hold It Against Me [Mature] - deliriumbubbles 

Summary: The Warblers discover that they and McKinley will be doing the same musical during the fall semester. After a spot of espionage against their rival school McKinley, new Warbler Sebastian finds himself fascinated by one of the young auditioners… and unintentionally becoming the Warblers’ nefarious leader.

TOP 10 KURTBASTIAN FICS (ONESHOTS)

1. The Daily Grind - orphan_account

Summary: Kurt Hummel is a bored barista, and Sebastian never gets off his phone.

2. The One with the Amusement Park [Teen and Up Audiences] - a_storm_of_frustration

Summary: “It was the only place I could think of where we could have 'fun’”, he grits his teeth.Snorting indelicately, Kurt rolls his eyes as he fixes the lapel of his sky blue pea coat. “And by 'fun’ you mean snark at each other and insult each other’s weak points until we feel like murdering the other? And whoever gets to do it first wins?”Sebastian immediately grins. And he had to bite down that grin the minute that he sees Kurt grinning at him. “Well, I did pick a public place. Full of people. Potential witnesses.”“There are rides that provide some sort of privacy. I’ll take the chance, however brief it is.”“There’s always the Tunnel of Love.”Kurt gives him a look. Sebastian bites his tongue so hard he could taste blood.--In which Sam thinks that his best friend and his boyfriend should get to know each other better and…Well, bond.

3. Weather With You [Teen Audience and Up] - chocoholicannanymous

Summary: Kurt Hummel might not exactly be the last person Wes expects to see at the club, but not far from. Who he's with, and what he's doing however... Yeah, that might the last thing he expects.This is a fic-of-a-fic, showing a scene from "A Change In the Weather" from another point of view.

4. The Truth About Sebastian Smythe [Mature] - DasWarSchonKaputt

Summary: Sebastian Smythe does what he wants. Fuck the world. Now, if only the world would quit fucking him back. AKA: Sebastian Smythe's therapy journal, ages 17 to 18.

5. Misery Loves Company [Teen and Up Audiences] - prettypurpleflower

Summary: Kurt and Sebastian keep getting ill and it messes everything up. Especially their feelings.

6. One Shots, Drabbles and Prompts (Oh My!) [General Audiences] - bastiankurts (orphan_accounts)

Summary: A collection of various pieces of written work for Kurtbastian that are either too short to upload individually or that I just felt worked better archived in this bundle. The majority of these have been shared on my own tumblr in the past and are labelled with their titles and the blurb they originally were given when first uploaded, and they include different scenarios for Kurt & Sebastian as well as a few familiar faces along for the ride!

7. Joysticks and Glitter [General Audiences] - supercanaries

Summary: Series of daddies!Kurtbastian drabbles and oneshots going through Kurt and Sebastian's path as parents and their choices that drove them towards this direction.

8. First Brick [Teen And Up Audiences] - supercanaries

Summary: It’s only when he has almost managed to suppress any thought about his boyfriend’s unusual silence that Sebastian speaks, his breath heavy and preceding a revelation Kurt has been aware of for a long while now."I’m gay."

9. Let Them Look [Not Rated] - AnarchyWretch

Summary: Sebastian observes his boyfriend in his element, surrounded by adoring NYADA boys. It's kind of an inflation to his ego, really.

10. The Textactive Stalker [Teen And Up Audiences] - Wednesday Thunder (wednesdaythunder)

Summary: Sebastian: Ever since he started getting text messages from an unknown number, it becomes evident with every new text that the other person knows exactly who he was. Yet, even the creepy stalker factor wasn't enough to stop Sebastian from forming a real connection with a friend he only knows by written words. Or does he? Kurt: Never the one to go down without a challenge, he anonymously starts texting to Sebastian Smythe, trying to find any weakness in his armour. But never was he prepared for the boy he got to know, or the feelings to grow stronger with each unopened message...

Honorable Mention (if you truly want a binge)

1. Lady Divine (fhartz91)

[drbtinglecannon]

Okay I really loved what you wrote for the drabble challenge so I'm here to request some more if you're still doing it!! 1) 78 - “Don’t argue. Just do it.” with Hawks and Todo Boys maybe helping him get ready for a date/his wedding. 2) 59 - “I could punch you right now.” Huwumi set after the Hawks & Miruko drunk gossip fic. 3) 31 - “I haven’t slept in ages.” with EraserMic since I learned you like EraserMic, something angsty dealing with Aizawa being hospitalized after USJ.

Here’s “I could punch you right now” with huwumi + Miruko. I might write a blurb about the Endeavor and Hawks encounter mentioned at a later time, idk. Also on Ao3, I hope you enjoy!

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Miruko dropped by to hang out for a bit before patrol as her route was nearby Hawks’ apartment. Fuyumi came by and the two women gabbed about work and this new restaurant they want to go to while Hawks played video games.

Hawks was engrossed in the activity until he heard his name. “Wait, what? Did you call me?" His character dies during the distraction but that's not important. The winged hero slides the headphones off his ears and looks behind him.

Both women look like they're trying not to laugh and that does not bode well for him.

“...Are you two seriously talking about me literally right behind my back?”

“I was just asking Fuyumi here about the thing you told me on Thursday.” Miruko says in a tone far too pleasant for the face she was making.

Hawks has to think for a second before remembering the scandalous stories the two of them shared when drinking days ago. “Oh, ok." He shrugs and turns back to his game.

Miruko continues despite Hawks turning away. “Yeah, I was just wondering if Fuyumi has any other stories to share. Maybe like, I don't know, something embarrassing.”

Hawks stares at the start menu, the music from the game fading away as he racks his brain for any embarrassing stories Fuyumi might have of him. He comes back with a lot. Hawks lowers the controller as he sifts through those for ones she might share as a funny story. That number is also high.

The winged hero whips around and glares at the two guests who can barely contain their giggling. “What did you tell her?"

Fuyumi shakes her head with a hand on her mouth. “Don't worry! I won't tell her about the time in the courtyard at my house.” She easily holds his glare with a shit-eating grin

“Wait, courtyard, huh?” Miruko asks. “What were you two doing outside? What, did like Endeavor catch you?” The hero chuckles but it tapers off as she glances between Fuyumi’s amused face and Hawks’ red one. “...NO WAY!"

“Shut up, it's NOT what you think!" Hawks immediately shouts.

“It's not, otherwise Tsubasa would be dead.” Fuyumi supplies reassuringly. “Father did catch him doing something incredibly stupid though and did not respond well.”

“What did he do?"

Hawks rotates so he's facing them fully and claps his hands together. “Fuyumi, please. If you love me you won't.”

Fuyumi hums in thought for a while, clearly enjoying her boyfriend’s suffering. “He bet me he could train a bunch of baby birds to follow him around, so he climbed a tree in the backyard and was cradling a nest when father caught him. He took of his shirt beforehand and the tree was by my bedroom so father made his own assumptions.”

Miruko pffts and throws her head back with a booming laugh. The rabbit hero is cackling so hard she almost doesn't notice Hawks talking.

“...oh. That story isn't too bad, that was actually pretty funny.”

Her laughter dies quickly as she drops her head down. “Wait what, you were thinking of something else?” He shrugs but it doesn't fool the hero. "You were thinking of something worse."

“I don't know, was I?"

“I'll just keep guessing until I figure it out or one of you caves and tells me.”

Hawks narrows his eyes at his colleague. "I could punch you right now. Why did I let you come over? Don't talk to Fuyumi anymore.”

Miruko scoffs in mock offense. “You would punch a lady?"

"You would be offended if someone wasn’t willing to punch you.” Miruko opens her mouth to quip back when her alarm goes off, signifying she has to start her patrol hours. “Thank God, please leave."

Miruko sticks her tongue out at Hawks who rolls his eyes, before turning to Fuyumi to give her a hug. It isn't until after Miruko got up and the couple walked her to the door that Fuyumi pipes up again.

“Next time Tsubasa is drunk you should ask him about the time father caught him sneaking through the courtyard towards my window at night.”

Miruko already has a foot out the door when she slowly turns around. Fuyumi has a positively entertained smirk on her face while Hawks’ jaw fell open and he looks like he might die of embarrassment.

“What---"

“LEAVE. NOW." Hawks pushes her the rest of the way out and slams the door shut. He gawks at Fuyumi for a second before whining loudly. “Whhhyyyyyyy???"

Fuyumi leans over to pat him on the cheek. “Don't worry, I won't actually tell her how father approached you to check your bag and found it full of candy, a treat forbidden at the house, and a single condom in one of the pockets you didn't even remember being there.”

“I thought he was gonna kill me!” Hawks’ crimson wings flare out as his arms flail around manickly. “He made me follow him to the dojo with flames just projecting off him and instead he gave me the most painfully awkward sex talk of my LIFE. I would've preferred if he killed me!”

Fuyumi snickers and moves closer to kiss Hawks on the lips. “Well, I'm happy, and honestly very shocked, he didn't kill you.”

Hawks huffs with a pout until Fuyumi kisses him again.

[rileywrites-parker]

Mobile Masterlist

(* Indicates my personal favorites.) (Updated with complete works: May 19, 2019.) ‘Have I Told You?’ * - You would only ever beg for him.

‘Sleeping on the Couch’ - “I like the way you smell in the rain.” His confession startled you a bit, catching you off guard and making you laugh.

‘Tell me you see it’ - He had made you feel beautiful.

Follower Celebration Prompts:

‘Don’t Tempt Me’ - Peter was definitely ticklish.

‘Without You’ * - “I can’t do this without you.”

‘Personal Space’ - His teasing was a relatively new development and God if it didn’t leave you flustered. Tomorrow, He Would Be’ * - I’ll die without you.

‘Saying Things’ -  “Or how badly I’ve wanted you like this,” and he didn’t have to explain what he meant…”

Drabbles:

‘Healing Kisses’ - Had to laugh at how ridiculous this boy was, with his careful fingers and tender heart.

‘Selfish’ - “I can’t stand the thought of losing you.”

‘Caught’ * - “Is this my shirt?” He was grinning at you, goofy and tired, puffy bags under twinkling eyes.

‘Sunny Words’ * - The life-vest of his arms pulled you close…

’Softly’ - And you were just breathing together; each other. ‘A Good Day’ *  - He did it with kind, cryptic, sugary words, sunshine lips, and rose bud blushes.

‘Starlight’* - A mask that he knew and could see through, but yet still let you keep; identity a secret until you were ready to pull it over your head.

‘A Leia to Your Han’ - You’d wanted to earn that stupid smile of his the moment it had graced his face. That was how you’d found yourself sifting through racks looking for pieces you could use to make yourself a matching set; a Leia to go with his Han.

'Promises'* - What if May hadn't been dusted in the snap? 'On really bad nights, her thoughts took her to that day Tony’s battle worn and travel weary face had suddenly re-appeared on the news. How her whole body had shook and a smile had broken out on her face at the thought that maybe Peter had been with him and would be home.'

‘Magic’ - Affection is a gift; she’s made of magic. A gift for @ohparkers

Miscellaneous Blurbs

‘We’re There‘- Tony handing Peter things.

‘Washing the Suit‘ - “Genius.”

‘A Sweater for Spring’ *- Peter Parker looked his best when he wore that hunter green, woolen knit sweater.

‘This Old Guitar’- “Shhh, don’t laugh at me, I’m trying to play you a song.”

‘This Old Blanket’ - “I wanted to bring you this, you-you know, for comfort. To help you, with your knee. It’s mine-well, is mine now. It was my uncle’s before, you know…”

‘The First of Many‘ - His laugh was like summer; July and blue skies…

‘A Nervous Boy’ - “Well does she go to the right or the left when she hugs? I need to know. I want to be prepared.”

‘Yellow’ - A bright, golden yellow gift to christen a new day. A new day where brown-eyed boys made of sunshine leave pieces of himself for you to hold in sweetened hands.

‘Purple’ - ‘…the feeling of it like crisp air, purple skies, and songbirds.’

‘A Slip Up’ - Don’t think about why that thing is glistening, Peter. Friendly neighborhood, Spider-Man, not creepy, neighborhood perve, Parker.

Could Be - Your heart ached because you could see it. Knowing, you could see what it could be. Who it could be.

Here - His words were a new mark; a new brand, a new name: Peter, which felt and sounded and tasted a lot like ‘promise.’

Seeing and Believing - Prompt 84: “Why are you so nice to me”

Side Kick-ery - Prompt 156: “This is fun.” “Seriously, we’re trying to hide a body.”

Blush Colored Freckles - …lips made of raw sugar met in ways that were far more familiar and intimate than nerves would have hearts believe.

The Hard Way - “You’re a terrible actor, Peter Parker.”

Gif Exchange

Combustion -  The day Peter Parker defies genetics.

Mad Libs - ‘…this night where he couldn’t hold back from asking: ‘adjective, verb, or noun?’ any longer.’ 

Ongoing/Completed Series

It’s A Lot Like Falling

‘This is Nice’ - “It wouldn’t be the first time you broke a promise.” 15

‘Yesterday, She Was’ *- “… Do you like it?” “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it the right way.” “It’s cold, you should take my jacket.” 16/17 *

‘Courage, or Something Like It’ - “You’re jealous, aren’t you?” “You’re so drunk.” “That wasn’t very subtle.”  18

‘In Which You Surprise Yourselves’ - “You’re really soft.” “You look incredible in that.” “Can I kiss you?”  18

‘If You Stayed’ - “I love your freckles.” “You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, do you?” “I’d like it if you stayed.” 19/20 ‘Tomorrow, He Would Be’ * - “I never want to see you again.” “I’ll die without you.” “I’m not ready to say goodbye.” “Don’t you give up on me.”  22/23 *

After All Things (A Sequel to ‘It’s A Lot Like Falling.’) (Mature Themes)

Part I - The crushing. That’s what you had come to refer to it as. It had left the Peter Parker you saw a broken and sad man; a man in desperate need of closeness. Only, it seems as though he’s forgotten how.

Part II *- After a year of careful, empty touches and words, the truth finally comes out. Part III - But then suddenly, he was here and deciding that maybe, it was time to stop falling.

Part IV *- The deciding; three months had passed and your lips still tingled every time he decided to reaffirm that decision.

Part V * - The crushing, the falling, the deciding, the climb; in that moment, he wondered on shapes and colors and textures: what sort of feathers would that hummingbird have?

Part VI *- He was here: Peter Benjamin Parker, the man who was made of light.

After All Things: A Playlist by @jedistardust

Snapshots (Little pieces of life after all things.)

Nice Things - “I don’t think sticking our daughter to the ceiling is really much of a punishment,” tangled toffee curls twirling as a little head shook, eyes bright and happy.

What You Don’t Know - The only person you really care about in your life is your brother. That is, until a strange man with a funny smile and kind brown eyes happens into your life in the toy aisle of a department store. Even stranger still, is the way that your younger brother seems to know who this man is. Oh, and apparently he’s friends with Spider-man, too.

Part I - ‘You swore you could see the beginning of a funny smile, a smile that really wasn’t so funny, forming where his lips should be.’  22/23

Inspiring Confidence (Mature Themes)

Part I - “Oh my god, it’s not – come on – it’s – you know, that doesn’t exactly inspire confidence when you laugh at a guy like that,” his voice, sound of it now beginning to carry the notes of humor, rang out from the place you’d set the phone down by your knee. Part II - “Did you – did you actually just send me nudes?” Looking at yourself in the mirror as you spoke, at the white of your teeth as lips stretched tight across them and eyes crinkled as you smiled…’

Head-canons

Peter Parker - 5 at random as requested

Signs and Signals * - Peter likes to throw a certain sign at you before he goes running off to do his Spider-Man thing.

A Promise - Ben’s death ripped a piece of his very soul from him.

Limbo - ‘It was the fear lingering in his veins, holding his lungs under water.’ (Infinity War theory.)

Collabs

‘A Walk Through the Stars’ - or, what happens when Universes collide. A collaborative imagine with my girl @spiderling–parker

Mood boards

Bonnie and Clyde AU with Peter - Requested by @snowpupsstuff

A Winter Date with Peter - Requested by @the-spectacular-spiderfan

Muslim Girl x Peter - Requested by anonymous

Incoming Message: Original thoughts and poems.

‘Can I Ask You a Question?’ ‘I Lie All of the Time’ ‘Pause’  - a poem about death.

You can find more here on my other blog @it-might-be-wordless

[pocharryfics]

HI CAN U PLEASE DO A DRABBLE ABOUT BLACK HISTORY MONTH WHERE YOU JUST STARTED DATING HARRY AND YOU'RE EDUCATING HIM ON HOW IMPORTANT IT IS TO YOU AND WHAT IT SYMBOLIZES AND STUFF LIKE THAT? THANK YOUUU BTW I LOVE YOU AND YOUR BLOG!!

I’d like to preface this by saying that this drabble is, without the shadow of a doubt, the worst thing I think I’ve ever posted on this blog. If it weren’t for the fact that I wanted to get in at least one Black History Month blurb before February was over, this disgrace would not exist in any form on any platform. Vey self-deprecating, I know, but I had to give a fair warning and let you all know in case you wanted to turn back. This is 10/10 a snake habitat, please turn around. There are much nicer drabbles in my masterpost that you can read instead.

You had absolutely no explanation nor rhyme or reason, but one Tuesday afternoon you felt compelled to ask Harry what he knew about Black History Month.

“Not too much, m’embarrassed to say. Didn’t really celebrate it in school cause it was considered an American thing.”

“What about when you got out of school?”

“Not much then either. See some fans tweeting a few things about it in February, but that’s about it. S’kinda embarrassing now when I say it out loud; feel like a proper git,” Harry sighed, mildly ashamed at his lack of knowledge.

“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s never too late to start learning, is it?”

He nodded glumly before allowing you to continue.

“In fact, I helped my baby cousin with the same thing a few years back. They weren’t really teaching her much Black History in school so my mom and I tried to bridge that gap; every weekday in February when we would drop her off to school we would tell her one Black History fact and encourage her to share it with her friends at school. No idea if she actually told anyone, but she left the car knowing it so I guess that’s good enough,” you reminisced, thinking back and smiling at the fond memory of your family.

“S’cute. Already flexing those teacher muscles and you weren’t even in the program yet.” Harry chuckled, nudging you and gesturing towards the colander on the cabinet.

He accepted it with a nod and set it down into the sink, reaching over your head for the sea salt to prep the pasta noodles for draining. It had been your turn to cook, but impending midterms had monopolized all of your focus and you had forgotten to stop by the store - coming right home after class and pouring over one of many study guides. When he had turned his key into the lock all of your neglected responsibilities came flooding back.

Harry had pretended not to notice and urged you to resume studying, but you had felt too negligent to comply and insisted on whipping up something yourself. You met each other halfway and decided to cook the meal together. Lucky for you, there was an adequate amount of pasta noodles left in the pantry and a can of Ragu so an emergency trip to the grocery was avoided.

“You’re not an eleven-year-old girl though, so I won’t be as nice to you as I was to her. In fact, how about this - you’ll give the facts to me?”

“Giving me homework, are yeh? Not a teacher yet, pet,” Harry surmised, pulling you in closer and nearly dunking his fingers in the tomato sauce as he reached over the pot to take your hand in his.

“New fact each day, Harry. And I want good ones too, not the same ones that get regurgitated every year. I don’t wanna hear anything about peanut butter or traffic lights.”

“New fact every day. Got it.”

You’re not sure if you really expected Harry to follow through with it; impending examinations had captured your full attention and if he had said anything at all  you likely wouldn’t have even noticed. But just as agreed upon, Harry greeted you that Wednesday morning with a fresh mug of coffee and the first of many facts.

“Hiram Rhodes Revels was the first Black man elected to the US Senate in 1870. Only got to serve a year, but still,” Harry recalled, handing you a mug of fresh coffee before pouring his own. “Right in the middle of Reconstruction and in Mississippi no less.”

And so a routine fell into place between the two of you. Each morning Harry would share a new fact that he learned over breakfast and you would discuss it at length before you had to go to class and he left for his meetings.

“A teenage girl called Claudette Colvin refused to give up her seat on the bus nine months before Rosa Parks did.”

“Mmmm hmmm. That’s cause everyone thought Rosa would be a better spokesman because people would be able to sympathize more with a tired little old lady than a pregnant teenager. Poor Claudette.”

“But she wasn’t some little old lady at all, she was a secretary for the local NAACP chapter! The whole bloody bus boycott was a setup! Crazy. I always thought it just sorta happened organically. I had no idea that it was a big protest planned fo’ months.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know Harry,” you teased.

Harry gave an offended pout and snatched a piece of your toast, sinking his teeth into the buttery bread before you could grab it back.

“Did yeh know that Shirley Chisholm was almost assassinated three times when she was trying to run for president in 1972? That’s fucking mental, innit?”

“She’s an inspiration, all right,” you hummed in agreeance while blowing the steam from your coffee.

“You ever think of changing majors? Maybe go into politics?”

“I never really thought about it too much. If I ever changed majors, I’d probably switch to criminal justice and go to law school. Why? Think I’d be a good politician?”

“Think you would make a good president. Follow up in her footsteps and win it for old Shirley.”

“I think you just wanna be the First Husband.”

“Think they’d let me?”

“I don’t know, but could you imagine? Former pop star turned First Gentlemen.”

“Former?”

“I don’t think they’d let you keep performing if you were the First Husband; it would be a major security risk. If you think you have it bad know, you’d really have to have a security detail around you 24/7.”

“Good point. Maybe yeh should just stick to teaching.”

“W.E.B Du Bois.”

“What about him?”

Do yeh know that he -”

“Co-founded the NAACP? I sure did.”

“But did yeh also know that he was the first -”

“The first African-American to receive a PhD from Harvard? Absolutely. He’s very well known for his academic achievements.”

Harry heaved a long sigh at the interruption and you leaned over and pressed a kiss to his pouty bottom lip. “Gonna let me finish or aren’t yeh?”

“I’m sorry, Harry. Please go on, I’m all ears.”

“Anyway. He wrote this amazin’ book called The -”

“The Souls of Black Folks. It’s a literary masterpiece that … oh I didn’t even mean to do it that time. Wait, come back! Harry!

Harry was sat at the island in the middle of the kitchen, contemplatively sipping his coffee when you found him that morning. Long shadows and dark circles haunted his face and it looked as if he hadn’t slept at all. You flicked the light switch on the wall when you made your way in.

“What’s wrong, pumpkin? And why are you sitting here in the dark?”

He took a long and plaintive sip of his warm beverage before he spoke. “Are you aware of the monetization of incarceration and the exploitation of minorities in this country’s prison-industrial complex?”

That took you for a loop and you didn’t know what to say for a moment so he took your stunned silence as an opportunity to continue.

“Did you know that Ronald Reagan brought crack into inner city neighborhoods during the War on Drugs to fill up privatized prisons?”

“I thought you were gonna wait so we can watch 13th together?”

Harry only shook his head and stared forlornly out of the kitchen window. When it had finally clicked in your mind, you had to cover your mouth to keep the giggles at bay. The dark circles underneath his eyes, the withdrawn demeanor, and the yawn that broke from his berry red mouth gave everything away. You had anticipated that all of this newfound information would have an effect on him, but you couldn’t possibly have predicted this.

He was literally tired from being so woke.

I’d like to apologize to @milkmeharry @mendaxtheuser and anyone who sat through this.