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[tinytalkingtina]

Weekend of June 27 2025

Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and I'll write 3-5 sentences and/or paragraphs from that WIP. No limits to the amount of asks you can send, please feel free to send multiple!

Thanks for the tags @queenie-ofthe-void, @beingmissbatty, and @yesdangerpls!

I've [still] got quite the backlog of Steddie Startrek emojis to work through, so we're going to leave that off the list this weekend again, alas. It'll get worked on once I'm feeling up to working on 3 WIPs again :)

✨ My steddie BB "Cursed Prince Steve and Bard Eddie" fairytale AU is at 14k now (don't...don't ask what the original word count was supposed to be. I've apparently improved at writing longer form stories now). This week has been focusing mainly on linking together things I've written for the tasks themselves

🏴‍☠️ Eddierotica: The first pirate-themed chapter was published Wednesday, and the second chapter of "Eddie writes the world's worst erotica about characters who are just poorly disguised versions of himself and Steve. They're not dating" is going to be published later today for the Switch Eddie week event! This weekend I'll be alternating between the real-world plot for the aliens chapter and the erotica for the cowboys/prince&stable boy one this weekend

Tags and a snippet from the alien chapter of 🏴‍☠️ under the cut:

“What a weird but powerfully erotic feeling to have someone else’s fingers in my butt!” Stuart yelped. It wasn’t anything like his own fingers at all, or the cucumber that almost broke off inside him in the shower a few months ago. (That was the last time he followed the advice in a magazine that catered to men of his persuasion, which, okay, had told him to use a carrot. Actually it said to use something with a flared base and not any type of vegetable, but still!) Guess that answered why Eddie had “forgotten” to buy cucumbers when it was his turn to do the groceries a few times now. What the fuck. Steve kind of wanted to drag his roommate down to the sex shop three blocks away from their apartment and rub his nose in the butt plugs like he was a misbehaving puppy or something. And uh...huh. Well that was an idea Steve was definitely going to come back to later. Once he finished reading exactly what Eddie wanted to do to his ass first. Which wasn’t exactly as terrifying a thought as it had been a couple weeks ago. The weird but powerfully erotic feeling got stronger as the alien with locks of brownish brown continued spelunking deep into his manscapped mancave.

Tagging the usual crowd of folks to join in and work on their own WIPs! Let me know if you want a tag, always happy to add names to the list :)

@hbyrde36 @vthx @pearynice @felixir-of-moths @pentapoctopus

@machtaholic @onirislanding @apomaro-mellow @queenofshenanigans @fuctacles

@eriquin @kikidoesfanfic @bellandora @scoops-aboy86 @cloudsurfing42

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@shares-a-vest @dreamwatch

@strangerthingswritersguild

[jamiesfootball]

🌈 ALSO something soft as hell from secret nap club pleaaaase owo

He looked like one of those pampered Instagram cats that people dressed up like they were having a spa day. Face goop, eye mask, plush dressing gown, a glass of ice water with a fat lemon slice floating in it, and—

“What the hell is that?”

Jamie followed his gaze down to his arms and smirked.

“What, this?” Jamie asked, adopting the tone of someone who’d brought their prized poodle around to brunch. He wiggled his eye mask the rest of the way off his face, sliding it over his hair like a makeshift hair band. “You weren’t here; I needed something to hold onto to get me to sleep.”

“Is that a football?”

“Yeah,” Jamie grinned. He held the plushie out for inspection. “Mint, innit? One of my fans sent it to me.”

Roy accepted the stuffed football, twisting it around in his hands. It was soft as a baby toy, and sized to regulation, although the skinny arms and legs sticking out of it would probably make it hard to get a decent spin on it. Stitched on the front were two small circles for eyes and a perfect half parentheses smile, something so simple a kid could’ve drawn it on, blissfully serene and ignorant of things like transfer windows and Financial Fair Play regulations. It certainly appeared more well rested than Roy.

Jamie waited expectantly for Roy to praise his excellent choice in plushies.

“Huh,” Roy huffed.

Jamie bristled indignantly. “‘Huh?’ That’s it?”

He made to grab the ball back and squawked in protest when Roy briefly held it up out of his reach before letting him snatched it back. Jamie clutched the toy protectively to his chest.

“Nothing else to add to that? No remarks ‘bout me being too old to sleep with stuffed toys?”

That would be hypocritical of him. “It just means ‘huh.’ I figured if anything, you’d have one of those stupid stuffed sharks from IKEA that everyone won’t shut up about.”

Jamie sat up in bed like a primped-up vampire rising from his coffin. He asked urgently, “What stuffed shark from IKEA?”

Sensing that the remainder of his day was about to be hijacked for something stupid, Roy disappeared into the bathroom. He at least deserved a chance to rinse off the stench of contract negotiations first.

Approximately thirty seconds later, a body thudded against the door. The doorknob rattled, followed by a whine when it didn’t open. “Roy! We need to go to IKEA.”

[povlnfour]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ HOW DO YOU TURN THIS THING OFF? — LN4

pairing: lando norris x girlfriend!reader

summary: fans love when you make appearances in landos streams. it’s usually because he doesn’t know where something is, and the internet goes crazy over their favorite certified himbo. on one stream, you get a taste of your own medicine when lando tasks you with turning the live feed off, and fans get a little more of an insight into your relationship

genre: established relationship, humour

ੈ✩‧₊˚ yourusername just tweeted

ੈ✩‧₊˚ user2 just made a thread

ੈ✩‧₊˚ landonorris just posted a photo

liked by yourusername and 406,409 others

landonorris dinner date then stream, be there or be square, 6pm

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maxfewtrell did she have to show you how to use a knife and fork too?

yourusername i definitely had to show him how to fill my wine glass up when it was empty

user PUT Y/N ON THE STREAM WE WANT MORE Y/N

user if he comes on in a dress shirt i’m Dead

user oh they’ve all definitely seen the thread😭😭

ੈ✩‧₊˚ user just posted a thread

ੈ✩‧₊˚ yourusername just posted a photo

liked by landonorris and 108,654 others

yourusername this time it was my own stupidity that let the secret out. and i didn’t have to show him how to propose! he did it all on his own accord!

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user YOU’RE SUCH AN ICON

user only lando and y/n could accidentally expose their own engagement

user THE CAPTION😭😭 she really has kept him alive all these years huh

user ‘i wouldn’t want to think of a life without you anyway’ now if that’s not meant to be than what is

landonorris i love you

landonorris really quick whilst we’re at it,,, where tf do we keep the spare phone chargers?

yourusername oh.. oh baby. i’ll be home in 5

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a/n: hELLO! so the snippet from this got over 200 notes and i couldn’t wait to post it because you all loved it so much!

for the rest of my wips, check out the wip game linked in my pinned post!!

all of your feedback over the last few days has made me so happy sjdjsjs, any thoughts please feel free to send i am having so much fun creating for you guys. i seriously appreciate every like comment ask and follow!! anon emojis are now listed in my bio so if you wanna chat a bunch, have a look at what’s free !

- giselle

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[museaway]

✍️ yet another list of fic writer asks

You all seem to like these, so here is another batch of writer asks! These questions are a little more relaxed than the last two. Followers can send an ask with a number OR you can reblog and answer everything like a Q&A. I always see a lot of “idk if i’m a writer” in the tags for these so let me just say in advance, yes you are and you can play.

What is the crackiest* thing you’ve ever written? (*I mean this with great affection)

Has writing a fic ever changed your opinion of a character?

Tell us about a headcanon you invented for a fic

Have you ever written a fic inspired by a tumblr post?

How do you know when you’re finished writing a fic? At what point do you call it done?

When do you title your fics? Before you write them? As you write them? While posting to AO3 and that “Work Title” field is staring at you?

Navigate to your complete list of works on AO3. What are your top 5 Additional Tags?

Tell us your shortest and longest titles of all time

The two fandoms you’ve written the most have been suddenly crossed with each other! What AU are you writing?

What’s a phrase you catch yourself using in multiple fics, not necessarily on purpose?

Oh no! You’re posting a fic to AO3 and completely forgot to write a summary. What is your summary-writing strategy?

Do you write in order, jump around the draft, or a mix? Something else?

Congratulations, you’ve just finished the WIP you’ve been working on for months! How are you going to celebrate?

Is there a word or phrase you intentionally use in every fic?

How many times has someone nodded in your current WIP? This is for posterity so be honest

Describe your current WIP with just emojis

When you get a new fic idea, what does that look like in your mind? Does it play out like a film? Do you imagine lines of dialogue or a certain moment? Does a character just sit there staring at you?

If you have noticed themes emerging in your writing, what are they? What broad themes and topics do you enjoy exploring?

It’s a lovely morning in fandom land and a horrible goose is running rampant through your folders. How many WIPs is it going to step on?

What’s the story behind your pen name?

Without getting into any discourse, just thinking as a writer approaching characters, would you ever write about your NOTP? If you did, do you think that would change how you feel about it? (If you’ve done this, how did it go?)

Do you have a fixed writing routine, or do you write when you have time? Is there a time of day when you prefer to write?

What is your #1 distraction when you’re trying to write? If it’s a pet, post a pic

What colors, sights, sounds, textures, etc. inspire you? Do certain environments make you feel more creative than others?

Someone you know outside of fandom has heard that you’re a writer. “I’d like to read something of yours!” they say with sincere enthusiasm. “Where can I find it?” What’s your answer?

Do you have a routine you run through before you write?

Share a random sentence from a WIP. The less context, the better. Be confusing.

You’re out and about, nowhere near your home, when a fantastic story idea pops into your head! What do you do?

Have you ever actually remembered one of those 3am “I’ll remember it in the morning” ideas?

Finish this sentence with your fandom’s variation(s): No beta, we die like _________

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Locked Out of Heaven 6

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 dubcon/noncon, power imbalance, age gap, and other possible triggers. 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: Your father invites a work friend to the neighbourhood barbecue.

Characters: Nick Fowler (Dad’s friend trope)

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 <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!) Asking for more or putting ‘part 2?’ is not feedback.

Love you all. You are appreciated and your are worthy. Treat yourself with care. 💖

You tug at the skirt. No one should see that much of your thighs. You do your best not to notice them. Ugh. It's going to be the first thing he sees...

You spin around nervously. What are you doing? You're going to get in so much trouble. No! You're twenty-one. You're grown. You've never gone out and just had fun. You do everything your dad says. This is the one thing that's just for you. Nick is that one thing.

Your heart flutters. You want badly to run across to the bathroom and check your reflection in the big mirror but you're too scared. You're still building up your courage for the inevitable; sneaking out.

You open your phone camera and flip it. You face it to yourself and angle it on your dresser. You pose and twist, trying to make the clothes cover more.

The panties ride up again. You shove your hands up the skirt to adjust them. It's annoying. That and the way your chest feels ready to spill out of the bra.

You give up and close the camera. Ooof. You think it's okay. You tried extra hard on your hair and you even opened up the makeup your aunt sent you two years ago for Christmas. You haven't seen Marnie since you were eight. Your dad doesn't like her. 

You watched a few tutorials. You didn't try anything with a lot. Just some liner, mascara, and lip shine. Enough to add just a little more than usual.

What if you look stupid? You swing between insecurity and anticipation. When you think of Nick, you think of what he told you to do. And how you did it! It felt amazing. You wonder if he'll want to do it himself. You giggle without filter.

Your phone vibes. It's him!

'Honesty?' His message challenges.

You reply, 'always.'

'Good girl.' The first message has you holding your breath. 'You like this?' The second one makes you blow it out. 

The third almost has you choking. It's a picture of him. 

He has a pair of dark red slacks on and a tight black short with a little shine and little golden emblems embroidered into it. The top three buttons are undone. You can see a hint of his muscles as he stands with one hip cocked and his hands casually in his pocket. He has his gold chain and watch, and bracelet to match. The metal on his dark shoes match.

And his hair. It's perfectly styled and his beard looks darker despite the patch of silver on his chin. He's just so handsome. How could he want you?

'I like it!' You add the exclamation as an afterthought. 

You stop and look down. You won't look good with him. You can't compare.

You check his reply as it buzzes. 'Just like?'

You blink. You type 'love' then tap the suggested heart emoji instead. You hit send and bite your lip. He sends back an emoji in turn; the one blowing a kiss. Wow.

'Be there soon. You ready for me, princess?'

You shiver. 'Ready'.

'Good girl.' He sends back.

You smile. It feels nice to have someone tell you you're doing something right. You get good marks but that's not the same. Professors don't care that much.

You pace. You can't stay still. You haven't for the last hour. You're really going to do this.

You're dizzy from walking in circles. When the phone vibrates, you nearly drop it. The last thing you need is to draw attention.

'Here and waiting. At the corner, princess.'

You look at the door. This is it. Not a sound.

You grab the shoes and tuck your phone away in your purse. It's beige and boring but all you have. You listen at the door. You can hear Austin's bass speakers as he plays his video games. The noise will offer cover.

You hope.

You ease the door on its hinges. You tiptoe out and inch it shut. Light shines beneath your father's bedroom door. You keep your eye on it as you sneak towards the stairs.

You take each step cautiously. Every creak makes you wince. At the bottom you wait. No one comes after you. No one hollers for you to go back to your room.

You approach the front door and open the console beside it. You punch in the code to disarm it. If you're dad knew... the beep of each push makes your insides knot, not the way that Nick does.

The screen flashes blue. You're free. For a little.

You go out into the night and shiver. You go to the bottom step and put on the heels. They're just high enough to make you wobbly.

You spot Nick's car. You head for it, biding your anxiety as your chest bubbles with excitement. Your thighs tingle as he waves through the windshield. You can't help but think of the phone call and the way you whined his name.

The door clicks as you near. You get in but can't look at him. All you can think of is what you did. The way you touched yourself.

"Hey, princess. Where's my kiss?" He purrs.

"Kiss?" You squeak and make yourself look at him.

He grins. "Been away so long. Think I earned it."

"Oh, um..." you murmur. "Sure, but..."

"But?" He echoes.

"Not like... I'm not..." You cover your face in embarrassment. "I never... did it before."

Your voice is smothered by your palms but you know he heard. Your skin is on fire. He may as well just let you sneak back home, right then and there.

"Relax," he shifts in his seat and grips your wrists. His hands feel so big. "Hey, princess, that's just fine by me." He pulls your hands down and you stare at his neck. The shadows gather in the crook of his collarbone. "You just let me show you how, then you'll know exactly what to do."

He moves your hands down to your lap and lets your wrists go. You quickly twine your fingers through each other. You're trembling as he frames your face with his hands; thumbs stretched you your temples, fingers splayed across your skull. He leans over the space between your seats and stops only a few inches away. His thumbs caress your hairline.

"You look so good, baby, but you'd look even better if you looked at me," he rasps.

Your eyes flick up. The faint light of the streetlight reflects off the hood and paints his features in shadow and pale yellow. He smirks and leans in even closer.

His nose brushes yours. "Princess, relax. You gotta relax."

You try. He tilts your head back and brushes the tip of his nose against yours. He exhales and it wafts over you. You can smell his cologne. His lips touch yours lightly and a low growl rolls up his throat.

He presses his mouth to yours. Your eyes widen then you squeeze them shut. He hums as he kisses you and his tongue swipes along your lips. You flinch and lets you part, but keeps you close.

"I got it, princess. You're shy. We can take it slow. We can work on more as we go."

You gulp. "Okay," you wisp.

"Okay," he agrees.

His hands linger on you for a moment, then he slowly peels them away from you. He sits back in his seat and shifts again. He reaches down to tug on his belt. Maybe his shirt is caught.

"Alright, baby, as much as I'd like to keep you all to myself, I promised you a date," he switches gears and grips the wheel. "I can feel the tension in you. You need a drink."

"Oh, I don't..."

"Sweet thing like you doesn't drink, I know. But you can have one. With me, huh?" He drives past your dad's house and you shrink down. "You know, I just want to treat you right. I wanna give you all the nice things." He slows at the corner and looks over at you. "Show you off," he reaches over to pet your head. "Whew, look at you, princess. You look spectacular."

"I... do?"

"Course you do. You look tasty." He growls. "How about me? I do good? Am I everything you thought of earlier-"

"Nick," you gasp.

"You don't gotta be shy like that. You're only doing what everyone does. Nothing wrong with getting to know yourself." He assures. "Make it easier for you to get to know me."

"Um, yeah," you rub the side of your neck.

"Relax," he commands again and rests his hand on your leg. The sudden warmth makes you wince. He squeezes. "You sit back. Let me do the driving."

"Alright." You utter.

He drives on. His hand stays on your leg like a vice. His fingertips dip into your soft flesh and knead, then release and caress you. His touch sends electricity through to your core.

When he slows again, you look up at the blue light of the marque. The cursive letters mark the luxe looking business. A martini bar. You're not sure how it's different from a normal bar. You've been to neither.

"Don't you move," he taps your knee and finally pulls his hand away.

You obey. You don't know if you have the strength or courage to leave the car. He comes around to the passenger side and opens the door. He offers his hand. You take it.

He pulls you out of the car and you stumble on the heels. You crash into him and he chuckles as he steadies you. He squeezes your hip, his fingers poking into the soft cushion along your bum.

"Careful. Can't have you messing up that pretty face," he brings his knuckles up under your chin. "Baby, turn this way." He moves you with him and the streetlight close by shines down on you. "Damn, you look delicious."

"Nick."

"Nick." He enunciates sharply. "You say my name when you think I'm wrong."

"No--"

"No... princess, I never want to hear you say that. Got me?"

You stare up at him. His tone sinks like a stone down to your stomach. You nod against his hand. "Yes, okay."

"Good girl," he drops his hand and grabs yours. "Come on. I'm thirsty."

He struts forward, tugging you with him.

You place your feet carefully, focusing on not tripping. You must look ridiculous. He opens the door and lets you go, nudging you in ahead of him. A woman within greets you, all dressed in skin-tight black.

"Mr. Fowler," she greets. "Bar or table."

"Bar's fine," he answers as he stretches his arm around you and clasps onto your hip.

"Yes, sir."

She steps past you and beckons you onward. She leads you into a room swathed in violet light, a bar lit with white lights under the trim, and glasses lining the wall behind it. Nick walks you up to it and points to a tall stool. He helps you up and leans his hand on your lower back.

"Thanks, Sienna."

"Of course, sir." She backs up and spins, strutting back to resume her perch near the door.

Nick claims the stool next to you, sitting sideways to face you. He grabs the small folder standing on the bar top. He leans in and shows you.

"Gin or vodka?" He asks. You stare at the list of brands and shrug. He chuckles. "You don't know?"

"I'm sorry," you wring your hands anxiously.

"Sorry for what? That's alright. I'll pick for you."

"Okay, thank you," you say.

"You're so sweet, princess. Too sweet." He turns to face the bar and leans over so his arm rests against yours. He peruses the menu as you swelter in his presence. "Gin, sophisticated. How about a cherry for garnish? You like cherries."

"Um, sounds alright."

"You got cherry gelato, remember?"

"Yeah, I do..." you squint at the menu.

"Think I'll get a cherry too. I'm in the mood." He drawls.

You look around the bar. There are other men in slacks and jackets. Men with pretty women across from them and a glint in their eyes. Men as confident as Nick but you can't compare to the women.

"What're you looking sad for?" He runs his hand up your back, his fingers stoking a chill.

"Sad? I'm not... I'm...nervous."

"Ah, princess. Don't be. You're with me." He kisses your temple and you can't help but smile. "That means I look after you."

"Thank you, I, er..."

"Mm, mm, didn't I say those would fit you perfectly?" He runs his other hand along the edge of your skirt.

"You did."

"And they do."

"Thank you." You say again.

"No, thank you for being so gorgeous, baby." He sniffs and pulls his hand away from your thigh. "Let's get drinks before I lose all self-control."

[marlowethelibrarian]

Writing Shop Talk ask meme!

🫂- What was your inspiration for your WIP?

✂️- What was something you had to cut from your WIP?

🦐- Talk about a time when you made yourself laugh or cry?

🐍- How do you deal with it when you come across a plothole?

💥- What does your writing schedule look like?

😍- Post one sentence you think is really great.

👽- What do you think is the weirdest thing about your WIP is?

🌵- What did you start with first for your WIP? Worldbuilding, character, or plot?

🫀- Do you have an abandoned project? Why did it get binned?

🔪- How do you feel about writing fight scenes?

🎓- Did you have formal training in creative writing? How do you feel about that?

👍- What was the first piece of creative writing you ever did? How do you feel about it now?

🥸- Which character is most like you?

🕳️- Talk about a research rabbit hole you fell down!

🏡- Would you live in the world you created? Why or why not?

🎻- Where do you look when you need some inspiration?

📝- What writing software do you use? Does it work for you?

📱- Are you planning on publishing? How and where? Are you trying to monetize your writing?

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[yellowcabdriver]

desperate

pairing: yuuji itadori x f!reader

genre: fluff

a/n: i quit my old soul-crushing job and i’m desperately trying to finish off all wips before i start my new job svdndjsj please enjoy 🙏🏻 live laugh lovesick yuuji 🫡💕 very shamelessly got inspired by this post

nobara said yuuji shouldn’t call you.

���you don’t want her to think that you’re desperate, right?”

yeah, maybe.

but here’s a thing that a considerate friend that is nobara didn’t take into account.

yuuji is crazy about you and he is indeed very desperate for you and your attention. he is filled with joy and excitement whenever he hears your voice – it’s almost pavlovian, very embarrassing. or at least could be, if yuuji cared enough. his pride is a small price to pay to have a wonder that is you in his life.

but yuuji has to admit, maybe nobara is right. at the end of the day you two are not dating (yet, as yuuji very much hopes). you two are not even very close friends (yet, again, as yuuji hopes).

yuuji’s finger lingers over a call button under your name embezzled with a variety of heart emojis.

“at least text her before calling, you know, it’s kind of a new etiquette these days, not to call someone unannounced,” yuuji remembers nobara’s chastising. it makes yuuji hesitate. of course, he doesn’t want to seem like an ignorant bumpkin who isn’t aware of social cues. what if you’re busy? which you probably are because you are so smart and cool. and you are definitely a great texter (even if you weren’t, yuuji wouldn’t know any better because he is that much in love).

with a sigh, yuuji slides over to messages and starts typing rather pathetically “hiiii how are you???” while fighting the urge to add like a gazillion emojis to express himself better. nobara is really getting into his head, yuuji sighs. this is hard considering he is not exactly an overthinker (that would require having more than one thought and his only singular thought right now is you). a text is better than nothing, sure, but yuuji really really really needs to hear your voice. so he rushes back to his contacts and gathers every ounce of willpower to press on your name.

after almost painful eleven seconds you pick up. yuuji’s breathing hitches a little when he hears your sleepy “hello?”

he wants to throw himself from a window.

he forgot it’s almost 3 am.

“hi, um, hey. sorry, you’re asleep.”

what an absolute mess.

“well, not anymore,” you softly laugh. yuuji, though embarrassed, is so happy to hear your laughter.

“sorry.”

“it’s okay, yuuji. did something happen?”

well, kinda. obviously, yuuji’s not going to tell you that he’s just so down bad for you that he called you up in the middle of the night for no reason.

“no, nothing, i- i’m sorry, it’s nothing urgent, i better call you tomorrow.”

“are you sure? i mean, it’s…” he hears you scramble. “three in the morning. it has got to be an emergency.”

it is, just not a conventional one. yuuji violently shakes his head and then remembers that you can’t see him (why is he such a fool when it comes to you?)

“no, no, i’m sorry, i screwed up. i forgot that not everyone stays up late like me. go to sleep. sorry.”

“stop apologising, it’s all fine. okay, i’ll believe that there’s no emergency. but you better call me tomorrow to confirm that you’re okay.”

yuuji’s cheeks are burning.

“yeah, of course. sorry again.”

you laughed.

“good night, yuuji.”

“good night.”

yuuji’s fingers shake when he types the first message.

“sorry, i actually didn’t mean to call you.”

delivered.

yuuji’s eyes are not leaving the screen beaming brightly into his face.

read.

his palms are suddenly cold.

dot, dot, dot.

“it’s okay,” followed by a smiley emoji and a thumbs up. such a you thing to send. for a minute he contemplates going to sleep and maybe die from embarrassment in his sleep but something takes him over. before he can register it, his fingers start typing.

“fuck it”

delivered, read.

“i did mean to call”

delivered, read.

“i wanted to talk to you”

delivered, read.

“to hear your voice and your laugh”

delivered, read.

yuuji can physically feel the blood rushing away from his limbs when he sees three dancing dots.

“i want to hear your voice, too.”

yuuji’s head is spinning as he fights the urge to jump around the room while smiling at his phone like a madman. megumi and nobara for sure would be disgusted at this sight. he is so ecstatic that he almost misses the next message.

“ft?”

his long calloused fingers dance across the screen to quickly type “i’ll call you”.

he rushes to facetime.

you pick up almost instantly.

yuuji looks at your face, traces of sleep still present in your expression but he can see – and it makes his heart flutter – that you are genuinely happy to see him, too.

you both spent a few intimate moments staring at each other’s badly lit faces, glowing under the dim lights of your screens in the dark, until yuuji finally finds the courage to break the silence.

“so… did you sleep well?”

you quietly laugh and yuuji falls in love even harder though he thought it wasn’t possible. he can’t wait to tell the gang that being desperate pays off, and oh so well.

and what does nobara know anyway.

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Four-day WIP weekend

We have a public holiday on Thursday, and I don't have work on Friday, so hit me! Weekly WIP update

HOW is it claims weekend already, aaaaaaaaah!!!! I'm so excited to find out who my artist for the Steddie Big Bang is going to be this year, and looking forward to the anonymity ban being lifted so that I can share with you what I've been working on!

The pirate fic is about halfway done, I think. They've done some crime, gotten appropriately horny about it and now they'll need to blow off some steam ...

Send me an emoji, and I'll write and share three sentences from that project.

❓Steddie Big Bang 2025 🏴‍☠️ Gift fic for @sourw0lfs 🥊 Into Battle, chapter 2 Snippet from 🏴‍☠️

“You can say that again. My word, I have no idea how you ended up on that ship, but this must be my lucky day. If I bring him back Munson’s head and his wayward son to boot, I might not only get the bounty out of it, but a promotion, too.” He gestures to his men. “Seize him. But don’t harm him, we need him alive. I don’t care what you do to the others.” 

“Yeah, you could do that,” Steve says over the ensuing rattle of swords and guns. “But then you’d never find out where the base is.”

From the corner of his eye, he can see how Eddie’s face twists with confusion. 

“What the hell are you-” he starts to say. Steve pulls his hanging tailcoats over his face. 

“Base?” Carver says slowly. His brows are pinched together so closely they almost look like a single one. “What base?” Steve gives him his best unimpressed stare. 

“I’m sorry, did you honestly expect this measly little ship to be all?” Eddie makes a muffled sound of affront, but he ignores him. “I’m talking about Munson’s secret hideout, of course. The one where he keeps all of his bounty? Highly valuable information on other pirate crews and their whereabouts, too, probably. I’m not sure about that, though, I’ve only been there once.” 

“I see ....” Carver nods to himself. He looks thoughtful, but Steve can see the greed glinting in his eyes. “In that case, you are going to bring me there, so that I can secure the stolen goods for the-” 

“That’s sort of the problem,” Steve cuts him off. “I don’t know the route. He kept me under deck the entire way there, handcuffed to his bed, so I have no idea where it is.” 

“To his bed?” Carver’s brows disappear under the brim of his fancy hat. Their range of movement is low-key impressive, really. “What are you implying?”  Steve makes his eyes large and round and pathetic. “Please don’t make me say it out loud. The stain on my honor and dignity is something I’ll carry with me forever, don’t add to my shame by making me speak of the depravities I've been forced to endure.”

[hbyrde36]

I was tagged by - deep breath - @maxfandoms @queenofshenanigans @tinytalkingtina @fkinkindagauche @felixir-of-moths @turinspeachjam and @sourw0lfs

This is what I get for being late with my post this week 🤣

Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and I'll write & share 3-ish sentences for that WIP!

Here's what I'm working on this week:

🏕 Midsummer Nights (Ch 5)

👻 Fuggi Regal Fantasima (Ch 5)

🌊 Caught in the Undertow (Ch 10)

🏰 Not (A) Cinderella (Story) - based on this ficlet

From Fuggi Regal Fantasima:

“Oh,” Steve squeaked, stopping suddenly in his tracks, his eyes trained on a spot in the far corner near the box in question. He lifted his hand with one finger raised, a gesture that Eddie could only assume meant: stay back.

What the fuck?

“Steve?” Robin asked quietly as she shivered, wrapping her arms tightly around herself while the last hints of a smile were wiped from her face.

Steve ignored her, taking a few more slow, measured steps away from them, which made Eddie’s metaphorical pulse quicken, and towards the direction he faced. “Hey there, What’s your name?”

With a growing sense of dread, Eddie shuffled around Robin and up to Steve’s side to try and see what or who he was addressing. He squinted hard at the corner but saw nothing except the box, which was actually more like an old wooden crate. There was maybe something a little… unusual about the air around it, like a haze or a whisper of fog, but that could have easily been due to all the dust. Please, please let it just be the dust.

No pressure tags 💜 @pearynice @penny00dreadful @sidekick-hero @vthx @madaboutmunson

@bellandora @nureyevsins @eriquin @eternal-sunflowers @sunflowerharrington

[felixir-of-moths]

WIP Weekend

You can pick any number of emoji, and I'll share 50 to 100 words of the chosen wip ✨

Only exception : the 🪐Big Bang ones will be shorter for suspense reasons! You'll still get some exclusive words, but I'll try to not divulge too much 🤫

I'm going through a rough time, nothing major, just the downhill of a mental health roller coaster (BPD fellows you know how it is) and my creativity isn't at its peak. But I want to keep on writing nonetheless, and get back on track! Thanks to all those who send me good vibes I really appreciate it 🥰

WIP List:

🪐Steddie in Space, a space opera AU for the Steddie Big Bang 2025 (get a shorter but exclusive extract!)

🏚️HAYLOFT II, the second part of the Steddathan song fic gay angsty thriller, now with even more guns and smut and revenge, (part 1 here)

🎸ALT&J, paranormal detective Stobin & sibling-like Eddie&Max (previous chapters here)

🌸In Bloom part 2, the now blooming distance relationship of wannabe-rock-star Eddie and BPD gay disaster Steve (part 1 here)

😈Dom!Steve Month, I have a bingo to tackle! And I'm already SO LATE 🏋🏻‍♀️

🎲 Something new from Steddie Bingo, I'll start to write one of the ideas I've put aside!

📝 Make me edit! For each of those emoji I'll work on editing, correcting and rephrasing if necessary some previous works. My English level has improved enough to give those first drabbles a good make over 💅🏼

Zero pressure STWG tags bellow ⬇️

@vthx @devondespresso @soaringornithopter @queenofshenanigans @tinytalkingtina @madaboutmunson @pearynice @hbyrde36 @turinspeachjam @kikidoesfanfic @fkinkindagauche @sunflowerharrington @queershipsgalore-blog @machtaholic @sourw0lfs @queenie-ofthe-void @maxfandoms @salamandergoo @stellarspecter @penny00dreadful @little-annie @withacapitalp @just-my-latest-hyperfixation @cloudsurfing42 @dreamwatch

You're all amazing ✨

[mylovesstuffs]

𝐀 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 ! @mylovesstuffs Hits 1k Followers ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ

Celeste's Magic shop :: In celebration of this journey, the blog has opened its doors to requests and confessions! Step inside, pick your token, and leave your wish behind. See details below! ς(>‿<.)

i kid you not, i've been so excited for this day but now i'm overwhelmed by the emotional crash. i hit this milestone a few days ago, but it took me a little time to put everything together [turns out magic shops don’t build themselves]. i started this blog on December 26th, 2024, on a total whim — in fact, i made it within minutes of deciding to. i never imagined how quickly or how warmly things would grow. in just four months, we made it here. i was actually supposed to hit this milestone in early April, but a shadowban snuck in and slowed things down. even so, we arrived a few days ahead of my adjusted prediction, and honestly i’m still wrapping my head around it.

thank you to every single one of you who has read, reblogged, commented, sent asks, screamed in the tags, or just quietly followed along. this corner of the internet became something special because you chose to stop by. i don't think i'll ever stop being surprised that people care about what I write, but you made this silly little blog feel like a place worth staying in. so, i’ll keep writing, as long as you’ll let me.

i don’t know where we’ll go from here, but i do know one thing: we run anyway.

guidelines: • anon and non-anon asks both welcome • open for SEVENTEEN only • track with: #mylovesstuffs 1k milestone magic 🌙 • until: may 25th

⠀⠀ ⠀، ⠀ ── .WISH UPON A STAR. ،♥︎٫

choose from a list of a total of 30 prompts across fluff, angst, and suggestive tones, below [mix of originals + from pinterest]

send me an ✨ emoji + your chosen prompt + a seventeen member. it's not possible to full fill all requests but, i’ll select whichever ideas resonate most.

fluff

falling asleep with heads leaning against each other.

“i could stay like this forever.”

tying his/your [please specify or I'll decide] shoelaces for him/you.

“you have a freckle here—no, wait, let me kiss it.”

you tucked a flower behind his ear

“lets go home. you're freezing, and i don't want you catching a cold.”

“hold my hand or I’ll get lost, and it’ll be your fault.”

“god, i miss you so much.”

he learned to braid your hair

“let me kiss you better.”

angst

“why didn’t you fight for us?”

pretending to be fine in front of the other members.

“it wasn’t supposed to end like this.”

“i loved you more than you’ll ever know.”

“give me a chance.”

a ring that was never given.

“don’t make me choose between you and my dream.”

“i lost the baby.”

“i wish we’d met at a different time.”

regretfully watching you/them [please specify or I'll decide] fall in love with someone else.

suggestive

you/them teasingly undoing the top buttons of your/their [please specify or I'll decide] shirt.

“make me forget everything else.”

“you think i won’t do it?” — “try me.”

“you're not going out in that outfit.”

trapped between him and a wall.

“you’re so lucky we’re not alone right now.”

“do as i say.”

a game of truth or dare that goes too far.

back hugs that turn into something more.

“if you bite your lip one more time—”

example ask: ✨ fluff prompt 7 + Seungkwan, please.

⠀⠀ ⠀، ⠀ ── .CHARM OF CHOICE. ،♥︎٫

send me an 🪄 emoji + a lyric of your choice + a seventeen member.

example ask: 🪄 “i knew you were trouble when you walked in” i knew you were trouble by Taylor Swift + Mingyu. thank you!

⠀⠀ ⠀، ⠀ ── .SPELL RECIPES. ،♥︎٫

curious about my already released fics and wips [ongoing and/or to be started]? send an 🗝️ emoji + fic/wip title or concept. i’ll answer with fun facts, untold scenes, or future plans, etc. — some peeks into my writing process.

example ask: 🗝️ can we know more about the ‘somewhere before’ ? like what happened after part 2 with y/n and jun?

⠀⠀ ⠀، ⠀ ── .MIRROR MIRROR. ،♥︎٫

want to know which SEVENTEEN member would be your reflection? send an 🪞 emoji + a short description of yourself, and I’ll match you with someone and explain why.

example ask: 🪞 I’m quiet, really love rainy days, and have a huge soft spot for pets, especially a rabbit!

⠀⠀ ⠀، ⠀ ── .SECRET SPELLS. ،♥︎٫

send me an ☄️ emoji + ask me anything! [about my blog, writing process, favorites, life outside tumblr, etc.]

example ask: ☄️ what's your favourite cake flavour? [lol]

note :: for all programs, one request per ask, but you’re welcome to send multiple asks. all fills will be drabbles/ficlets unless the muse takes me further.

〰︎ .FORTUNE TELLER’S GIFT. 〣 ᰵ —

i’m opening the door, just a little, to a universe close to my heart: 🔮 the 14th member au 13+1 verse. a separate masterlist will be created for this world tomorrow [11th May], and her story will unfold from the very beginning.

we’ll be starting at the roots — early life, pre-debut, and present day. i’ll first be sharing basic things like, backstory, and character information, and as we move forward, you’ll see her timeline gradually evolve and be updated, just like it does in real life.

the world is already 90% built in my head, but: you’ll help shape her future. i’ll offer you moments to choose between different paths, decisions, or fates; because this is as much yours to explore as it is mine to tell.

no asks needed for this one; it's a gift from me to you.

thank you for everything; for all the love shown ఇ ◝‿◜ ఇ

[tinytalkingtina]

If anyone wants a tutorial on how to make stuff in canva I recommend thecutestgrotto's very helpful guide

Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and I'll write 3-5 sentences and/or paragraphs from that WIP. No limits to the amount of emojis you can request, please feel free to send multiple!

Thanks for the tags @turinspeachjam @hbyrde36 @cloudsurfing42 and @madaboutmunson!

✨ My steddie BB "Cursed Prince Steve and Bard Eddie" fairytale AU is at 12k now! working on the task of strength this weekend, so having fun making familiar faces pop up

🏴‍☠️ Eddierotica: "Eddie writes the world's worst erotica about characters who are just poorly disguised versions of himself and Steve. They're not dating" now features plot and an actual set up outside of the erotica! Going to aim to have the first two chapters done for the Switch Eddie week event, so be ready for pirates and vampires!

👽 Back this week to actively working on my Star Trek AU Enemies to Lovers! Gonna do my usual hopping around writing chapters concurrently, so you may get various stages as Eddie and S'tevan's relationship evolves

Tags and a SFW snippet of ✨ under the cut:

Shockingly, the prince didn’t call for the guard as he expected. Instead, he gestured for Eddie to come closer, beckoning with a gloved hand clad in fine leather.

As he drew near, Eddie raised an eyebrow. The prince had a chessboard set up halfway through a game. A quick glance around showed no one else around to play against.

Maybe he was trying to figure out how the pieces moved in private?

“If you’re looking for a job at the palace you’ve come to the wrong person. Try the kitchens instead.” With that, the prince turned his attention back to the board.

Eddie clutched at his makeshift disguise.

“I uh, have no need for a job, I am of noble blood!”

“No you’re not.”

Curses.

“I beg your pardon, of course I am!”

“No, you’re not.” The prince finally moved a white pawn. He then got up and sat down on the black side of the board while pointing towards Eddie’s feet.

“Putting aside how worn your boots are, your footsteps are light and quick. The only nobles who walk with the same pattern are either away from the capitol for the season or taller than you. Except Sir Brenner, but Sir Brenner walks with a limp. Besides, your clothes do not bear the colors of any noble house in the region.”

“I...I could be visiting!” Eddie retorted, grasping at any thread he could to get out of this alive. The prince tilted his head. Eddie could have sworn the mask had taken on a smug expression in the last thirty seconds.

“Hmm, a visitor who was not present at this afternoon’s royal luncheon for the king and queen to interrogate? Or did you mysteriously fall ill during those exact hours.”

Eddie blinked. Was the prince mocking him? Before he could reply, Stephen moved quickly to ensnare his hand. Eddie’s heart beat out a wild staccato as the prince proceeded to slide his glove off and trace the calluses on his palm.

“No one of noble blood would work with their hands uncovered enough to grow these, would they stranger,” the prince said smoothly. His tone, so self-assured and full of himself, grated on Eddie’s nerves.

Stephen then lifted the edges of Eddie’s mask and pressed a finger into the space where his neck met his shoulder.

“Odd how your skin is burnt here too.” Eddie didn’t dare breath. This close, he could see the prince’s eyes peeking out from his mask. The last few rays of the setting sun caught shimmering flecks of gold and green as they crinkled in amusement.

“Let’s see. We’ve proven you’re not a noble. And the fact that you tried to continue with this honestly terrible disguise means you’re not in search of a job. Which just leaves the obvious: you want something from the Crown Fool. So tell me stranger, what do you wish for me to do for you?”

Tagging a few folks to join in and work on their own WIPs!

@queenofshenanigans @queenie-ofthe-void @runninriot @apomaro-mellow @augustjustice

@vthx @pearynice @lingeringmirth @kikidoesfanfic @sunflowerharrington

@bellandora @wynnyfryd @zombiethingy @fkinkindagauche @scoops-aboy86

@little-annie @just-my-latest-hyperfixation @onirislanding @strangerthingswritersguild

[mithrilhearts]

My takeaway from the past 24+ hours...

There are so many of us that rely on ao3, whether you're a reader or writer. It brings us joy, it gives us an escape from the real world, and it lets us come together as a community to share stories and scenarios about our favorite fandoms and characters. The amount of posts I have seen on multiple platforms lamenting over the DDoS attacks is overwhelming - but with most of them comes a delightful cheer to the volunteers working to resolve this issue.

I've seen so many statements of praise for those volunteers, which is exactly what they deserve, and more. Can you imagine working for over 24 hours straight, on a volunteer basis, against something like this? They're the real MVPs, and I think our appreciation for them gets lost until moments like this rise.

With that said, here is my first real takeaway...

Don't bitch when ao3 does a donation drive. They work hard to keep the archive up and running, and with that costs money. Every server, every new addition or feature you want to see added to help make the site better, it costs money. The legal team that is defending fanfic authors??? MONEY. SO! DON'T! COMPLAIN!

I'm not saying you have to go out and donate your paycheck to ao3 - but I will say that, especially with this situation, if you can donate even a little bit to show your support, it means more than you probably realize, and even if you can't donate (which is totally okay), be kind to those who work on the archive. Send them kind words of encouragement, rather than flaming the archive because it's under attack - because yeah, I've seen people bitching AT ao3 for not working fast enough, or for it still being down. STOP IT.

My second takeaway...

Don't believe everything you see on the internet. Ao3 themselves have advised that the group claiming to take credit for this attack is to be treated with skepticism. And not only that, let's NOT automatically make assumptions about who is responsible just because of an organization's name. It's just a NAME, it doesn't identify a person's origin, background, etc. But I'm not here to dive into that much further. Point: I better not see any Sudanese hatred on my dash, or I will bite you.

My third takeaway...

Treat your fanfic writers with respect. We all now see first hand how much we depend on these stories. As I said above, for some it's an escape, a creative release, and a way to communicate with other people through similar interests. It's a beautiful creation, neither above nor below any other kind of literature.

Consider commenting, reblogging, kudos, anything you can to let the authors know you enjoyed and appreciate their works. Everyone is free to communicate in the way that suits them best, but every little bit is appreciated - as a fanfic writer myself, I can tell you that even a little heart emoji has made my day. It's like receiving a second kudos, and tells me that someone appreciated my efforts enough to give me a double thumbs up.

Any form of communication with the authors is appreciated. It lets them know that people are genuinely interested. We live in a world where INSTANT GRATIFICATION is taking over, but creations such as this take time. Talk with the authors, ask them about their wips, tell them they're doing a great job. Do NOT pester about "when are you updating next?" or the dreaded AI option - again, I will BITE PEOPLE if I see you doing this. Just...have some respect, show your appreciation, it's more than JUST FANFIC.

At the end of the day I guess this post is about being kind. Not pointing fingers or slandering people due to a name. It's about appreciating the things we do have, and not taking them for granted. Whether it's the brave cyber warriors currently fighting these DDoS attacks on the frontline, or the authors writing for not only their enjoyment, but for others too. Let's all respect one another, and show our support when and where we can.

HUGE THANK YOU TO THE VOLUNTEERS AT AO3, YOU ARE THE REAL MVPS!!!

[hearthouses]

🫃

🫃 - Post-s15 fix-it retirement AU with pregnant Dean

Dean brushes the hair off his brow and Sam moans around his nipple, suckling for a few moments while Dean whispers nonsense encouragements to him—good boy, you’re very hungry today, you’re feeding so well. Sam lets up, drawing himself back; his mouth is pink and lips are swollen, but not as swollen and puffy as he leaves Dean’s nipples, red nubs tingling as the air drives Sam’s spit from his skin. 

“You’re going to get real milk soon,” Sam says, running his fingertips around the sides of Dean’s tits, avoiding his oversensitive nipples. “That’s why these are getting bigger, why they hurt, your body is getting ready to take care of our baby.” 

Dean swallows, hating the way Sam talks makes him shudder and tremble, how our baby makes his stomach clench, some heady twist of both arousal and anxiety pooling together in an escalating combination. Dean wants to get lost in Sam's touch and mouth, let him overwhelm his senses and his mind until he can’t think anymore, but Sam’s words won't stop ringing in his ear—our baby, the baby we made, the baby trying to grow inside your barren and inhospitable body—hitting every nerve ending, not just the good ones. Dean nods in response, trying to keep himself grounded in the moment, forcing his mind to only exist where Sam touches him, feeling only his brother’s hands on him. He opens up his legs as Sam fits between, hovering above Dean, cradled between Dean’s thighs. 

Sam kisses down the center of his chest, between the rounded mounds of his tits and heading south toward Dean’s stomach—still flat, no evidence of anything growing inside him, but they know there is something there, tiny and microcoptic, but something they made. Sam lingers there, his hands mapping out the expanse of Dean’s waistline, stretched out over his stomach as he presses his face against the middle of it, kissing across the surface, butterfly wing light kisses circling Dean’s belly button and moving outwards. Sam is whispering things into his skin too soft for Dean’s ears to pick up, tracing symbols across his stomach with his fingertips. 

Dean thinks they might be protective, but Sam moves too fast for him to make them out. Sam then presses his face into Dean’s stomach, breathes in deep, inhaling him, sniffing past Dean as if he could smell their kid, break down their scents to that granular level and separate their kid out. 

Sam wants this baby so goddamn much, the thought eating at Dean, worming its way through his mind, leaving tunnels and empty spaces in his skull, and I'm going to fuck this up, I'm not gonna be able to do this. 

Dean sucks in a breath, his lungs burning as he tries to take in air but his chest feels tight, constricted. He tries to take smaller, shorter breaths, trying to shove aside his thoughts, stay in the moment.

Send me an emoji and I'll write five lines of any of the following WIPs and share them

[pearynice]

🍐✨WIP Weekend✨🍐

(yes we're ignoring how I still have so many left over asks from last week IM SORRY I PROMISE ILL ANSWER THEM SOON)

I was tagged by @vthx !! 💞

Rules: Send me an emoji and I'll write words for that fic! If you send me an ask for my bang I'll write words for that and then share a snippet of something else

WIPs:

🦇 - Fruitbat Eddie! We're on chapter 7 (currently planning on posting in June!!!)

🏝️ - baby's first A/B/O fic - this is a steddie fic/endgame steddie but Steve begins the fic with Billy (not really spoilers but obviously they break up) ((if you’ve seen temptation island, it’s based on this 👀))

⛓️‍💥- Dom!Steve

💥 - Big bang!!!

Snippet of 🏝️ below the cut!

Steve didn’t want to be here. He didn’t want to come on this show, didn’t want to be exposed to the world’s opinions on their relationship, didn’t want his face broadcasted to every home with a Netflix subscription, but:

Billy had told him it was their only way forward. Had told him, what better way to show you I can be trusted? Because if Steve never gave him the chance, never put his trust in him again, how could they ever mate? Get married? Have pups? He’s not getting any younger. At 30 Steve’s the only one of his friends who isn’t married or engaged, the only one who is still stuck in this cycle of his trust being broken, over and over and over again.

He’s exhausted. He wants Billy to be who he was when they first started dating: funny and sweet and loyal to a fault. He’s tired of the nagging in the back of his head every time Billy checks his phone, or stays late at work, or goes out without him, tired of the paranoia and the constant rumination on: what if?

Billy’s hands squeezes his thigh, and Steve looks over to see Billy smiling at him, soft and reassuring. “This’ll be good for us,” he says, “prove to you that you can trust me, now.”

My tags: @sourw0lfs @tinytalkingtina @maxfandoms @stellarspecter @eriquin @nureyevsins @hbyrde36

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Pent Up 1

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, virginity loss, age gap, 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 seek validation through online correspondence with incarcerated men, only for one to lock you down in turn.

Characters: convict/excon!Thor (silverfox)

Note: It's an addiction now.

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. 💖

'I never thought I'd be writing to someone like you, but you've shown me a different side of things. I hope that my emails give you comfort and can help you through. Even on the other side, they get me through my day. I'm always excited to read when there's a ding in my inbox.

I hope you also enjoy the little bit I could put in your commissary. If I lived closer, maybe I could bring you something homemade. At the moment, bus fare is a bit too much for my pockets.

Anyway, signing off.

Yours,

Diamond'

You add a whole line of heart emojis to the email then hit send. You giggle and click on the next. You don't have the heart to copy and paste so you add a bit of variety to the next.

This one is... Thor? That's his name. He's a funny one. Considering he's in the pen, you're surprised by that. The others are so dire; pushy too.

You hit reply on his last email. Something about a fight and apologising for not replying earlier. He says he was in solitary for a whole week. That sounds miserable. The thought is enough to scare you straight. It's why you've never done anything wrong in your whole life. Until now.

It's not really wrong. It's allowed. It's legal. You're just sending messages. If anything, it's a community service. These men don't have much more contact than each other and that's a recipe for chaos.

You won't admit that other reason aloud. That tickly feeling in your stomach. When they compliment you, when they say they missed you. You can't help but smile, even giggle sometimes. It's nice to be appreciated, even if it's all a fantasy.

You'll never meet these men. That's the fun part. You don't have to worry about any of this. Maybe that helps. Maybe you think too much when you're face-to-face. That explains why every cute guy you talk to sees past you.

'I forgive you, sweetie. It must have been so hard in there. The important thing is you replied. I got so worried! I hope that after all that, my email can bring a bit of comfort. I have to be honest, I never thought I'd be chatting with someone like you. That I could find this type of connection. Please, take care and email soon.'

Another parade of emojis follows and you send it off happily. Now you just have to wait and see who gets back to you first. If it's Ernie, you're not sure you'll respond. He's been fixated on his cell mate and his emails are getting a bit scary. That's the other great part. You can always just delete and block.

The response comes an hour later. You're sleepy and ready to pass out. You read it anyway.

'You are so kind, my queen.' You giggle. Yeah, he calls you that sometimes. If only he knew you were sitting in bed with an ice cream sandwich wrapper and your cell phone. Definitely not queenly behaviour. 'I got through it by thinking of you, of dreaming of the day when we can talk face-to-face. Wouldn't that be lovely? For all my mistakes, I think they will mean something if you and me can be together.'

You make a face. He's so cheesy. You can't help but laugh again. You're not trying to be cruel, you do empathise with his situation, you can't imagine being in prison, but like anyone else, he earned his time. There's one last light.

'If it isn't too much trouble, would you kindly send a picture so I have a face to admire in my lonelier moments? I've attached my own. Forgive me as it dates a few years back.'

You're not smiling anymore. You haven't sent any of the men pictures. They haven't offered theirs but you can look up their mug shots easily. You hate to ruin the fantasy but curiosity has you tapping the attachment.

Oh. You're surprised. He's older than you in this picture and by his own confession, is more so now. But he isn't repugnant. Anything but. Tall, blond, thick! You don't know if you've ever seen a man that size.

Even in a suit, it's obvious that his arms are bulging and his chest is ripe to burst out as the jacket button clings for dear life. The photo is cropped so that whoever he took it with is out of frame. His blue eyes sparkle above a defined smile. Has prison worn down all that?

You squirm. Guilt needles in your chest. You could close out and worry about it in the morning. You shouldn't be that sympathetic. He's still a criminal. You can say no. Easily. What's he going to do about it?

What could it hurt? If he saw your face. It's not like anyone would know. That anyone would recognise you or that he could find you anywhere else. You keep your social media anonymous. You aren't like the influencers who get attention just for being pretty.

It's that that gives you pause. You aren't anything but average. It's easier to pretend you're some pretty thing as you message these faceless men. Well, maybe that's a good thing. Maybe once he sees you, you won't have to worry about all that other stuff. He'll cut you off at the pass.

The thrill of it overwhelms your reluctance. It's like gambling, it could go either way.

You start a new message. More meaningly rewording of previous sentiments. Nothing new. Then you scroll through your photo roll. You take a breath and press down on a photo you think isn't half bad. It's from market day you went to with your aunt. Not exactly cutting edge but fun. She snuck in the shot as you smiled down at your gooey cinnamon roll. The impromptu snap is better than most of your posed ones.

You send and quickly lock the phone. You shove it under your pillow and swipe up the wrapper beside you. You leave it on your night stand and sink down, your insides swimming with anxiety. You're going to regret this in the morning.

🎀

'Will you call me?'

The question makes you sweat. You don't know why you feel bad. You've said no before. To him. To all of them. You draw a thick line between your secret little hobby and your real life. You shouldn't have ever sent that photo.

Despite your regret, you smile. His response was more than you could expect. The praise! You don't know that anyone ever even called you cute but he as good as wrote you a poem about your beauty. You have to remind yourself, given his circumstance, he's starved. He'd probably think your nan is sexy.

Still, you're having a hard time typing those two letter; N-O. Thor is so nice. And he asked so sweetly. But you can't do that. What if someone found out?

This whole thing is starting to feel like a big mistake, but it's so much fun. When in your life will men ever be this into you? When have they ever?

'I could call' you type without thinking. What are you doing? 'Let me know how to do that and we can set a time maybe.'

Don't hit send. Don't hit send.

Email sent.

Shit. Oh gosh. Why did you do that?

You close your laptop and leave it on your desk. You need to get ready for work. You can't be worrying about a man you'll never meet. It's all virtual, it's not real. You'll be okay.

You get yourself together and brace yourself for work. You don't really like your job. You work the counter at a tech repair shop. Independent so it's small and slow. Your boss is a bit strange too.

The only benefit is it's close and it pays a few bucks more than the alternative. You're even allowed to work on your online courses at the service desk. Really, it's perfect. You guess you're just not happy with things being boring.

You blow over the lid of your Sailor Moon travel mug and knock on the door. Jensen lets you in with a grin and stifles a yawn in his elbow. You step past him with a sheepish smile.

"If it isn't the champion of justice," he greets smugly and locks the door. You won't open for another half hour.

"Huh?" You go to the counter and slide your bag onto the shelf underneath.

"Your cup," he crosses the shop. “I am Sailor Moon, the champion of justice. In the name of the moon, I will right wrong and triumph over evil… and that means you!”

"Oh, right," you snort at his cheesiness. "You have espresso or something?"

"Red bull," he admits guiltily.

"This early?"

"Early? I never went to sleep," he comes around and goes back to typing on his glowing gaming computer. "Couldn't let my crew down."

You could roll your eyes. All he does is play Fortnite or Halo. He looks like he does too. Yet, he's in here moping after every rare stunner that walks through the door. That's why you'er there. He gets all tongue-tied with women. Well, all of them but you.

"You should join the party," he suggests.

"Well, I don't really play anymore," you shrug. "It was only for fun. My siblings... like it."

"Oh yeah, how's the family?"

"Good, I guess. They don't really call."

Your mom's too busy rebuilding her life with your step-dad. Rather, building the perfect life she never had. You sigh and open up your laptop. You grab your coffee and sip. You're tired of being forgotten.

"Jake," you say, he winces at the use of his first name, "Jensen," you glance at him, "you're a dude."

"Yeah, I am" he answers uncertainly.

"Well, you might know more than I do. You know anyone in prison? Any guys?"

"What?" He exclaims. "Where did that come from?"

"Mm... I was watching a documentary last night," you lie. "About prison or whatever."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, and about you know," you sway and look at your laptop. You're terrible at lying. "The women who like write to them or whatever."

"Ew, like the Ted Bundy weirdos?" He scoffs.

"Not exactly. I mean, none of them were murderers. I think," you shrug. "But... like, if you were in prison, you'd need that, right? I mean, it's just to get you through."

"I don't know. It'd be lonely, yeah, but like... what about after?" He scratches his neck. "I got a buddy who was in for a while but he's a good dude. He was only selling... stuff."

"Really?" You perk up, "he went to prison?"

"Well, he doesn't like to talk about it," Jensen says. "Why are you talking about this?"

"Making conversation. I was just thinking about the show," you sign into your laptop. "Just thinking... I mean, how do you even end up there?"

"Bad things. I learned my lesson when I was sixteen. I broke into the high school on a dare and the cops put me in cuffs for two hours. They let me go once I cried... I mean, I was a kid so..."

You nod and try not to show any judgment. That sounds about right. A notification pops up in the corner as Jensen goes back to the fluttering over his keyboard. You click on the email.

'I've been granted call-time at noon. You can call the number below and request by my inmate number...'

You quickly minimize and hide behind your cup as you slurp. Shoot. You didn't think he'd be so fast. A call at noon? You can't say no. Not now that he got approved.

Well, this is the only time it's happening.