#woof this one took a while to write

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Copy - Mario & Rabbids Fanfic Story

Rabbid Mario was a lot of things. Brash. Impulsive. A show-off.

He, however, was not Mario. They just share the name.

Fandom: Super Mario & Related Fandoms, Mario & Rabbids Rating: General Audience Audiences Relationships: Luigi & Mario (Nintendo), Rabbid Mario & Rabbid Luigi (Mario & Rabbids) Tags: Rabbid Mario learns a lesson, Rabbid Mario's a show off, Rabbid Rosalina knows what's up.

Besides the shared name and semi-similar fashion, there wasn’t much shared between Mario and Rabbid Mario.

Mario was in every way a hero. Kind, caring, more than willing to help everyone who needed it. Bubbly and personable, anyone could approach him with any concerns and not feel judged. It was rare to see him angry. Even then, it was more frustration than true anger. 

Rabbid Mario was a show off. But, when one’s amazing as he is, what else was he supposed to do? Just stand there? Absolutely not. He was a smooth talker that really only moved if it was absolutely necessary. He had two moods, boast about his skills or disgruntled. Rabbid Mario was pretty sure he only held the title of ‘hero’ because of the crazy merging incident. 

It also didn’t help that people just assumed he was like Mario because of his name. 

The other major part that was a sore topic was Mario’s second title that he wore with pride. More so than his role of being a hero. If asked directly, the red-cladded human would say his favorite job was being Luigi’s brother.

It wasn’t hard to see that both brothers loved each other. But Mario was definitely the vocal of the two. Always touting about how great his little brother was. How proud he was. How Luigi was the best at gardening, baking, ghost-hunting. Even when asked point blank how Luigi was acting as a hero, as everyone knew of his timid nature.

Mario would just beam and reply with, “There’s no one else I would want by my side.”

With how vocal the human was, it gave a few people the wrong idea about Rabbid Mario.

Mainly coming from Rabbid Luigi. Who eagerly thought they were brothers now. 

Something to keep in mind was that Rabbids weren’t really ‘related’. There were no parents, siblings, cousins, nothing of the sort. They all just exist together with a few more popping up at random. Truthfully, no one would know where these new numbers came from. They would just…pop up.

Bottom line, there was no reason for Rabbid Luigi to be determined that he and Rabbid Mario were brothers. 

“You’re crazy.” Rabbid Mario grumbled.

“We’re all crazy! It’s what we do!” was Rabbid Luigi’s reply, “Come on, we already have the names.”

“And that’s it, just the names, nothing else. You don’t see me pining after Rabbid Peach.” 

“Like you could afford me.” Rabbid Peach said as she casually scrolled through the feed on her phone.

“Why are you so against this?” Rabbid Luigi pouted (actually pouted) with wide, begging eyes.

Which only caused Rabbid Peach to scoff and Rabbid Mario to roll his eyes. “One, we don’t do that. And two, you’re annoying. And three, I don’t want to be your brother. I’m not Mario.”

“You’re so mean…”

Rabbid Mario just rolled his eyes again and walked off.

In all honesty, what it all came down to was the fact that he didn’t want to drag him down. Mario clearly leaned on his friends and family to help. Which wasn’t a bad thing. But Rabbid Mario was a solo player who liked to call the shots. 

And definitely not the fact that he wanted even more comparison to the human. 

Rabbid Luigi was the opposite of what Rabbid Mario was trying to achieve. The green dressed Rabbid was childish, loud, and always in your face. He was running off at a moment's notice and didn’t seem to know when to shut up. 

Rabbid Mario liked to show off, sure, but the other was just too much. Rabbid Mario wanted to give off an air of ease and not eagerness. Which was not Rabbid Luigi’s personality. 

He’d hope that the conversation would have been enough to deter Rabbid Luigi from the idea. 

It didn’t.

In fact, the hope became worse with the recent issue. Having to save the entire universe from this Cursa. Which allowed the strong bond between Mario and Luigi to be on full display for the group to see. 

Before, when it was rushing around the chaotic Mushroom Kingdom, there wasn’t much down time. No moment to observe anything. It was either constant moving or sleeping. Really no in between.

Now they were traveling between different parts of the galaxy in a very luxurious but rather small space ship. Jumping from planet to planet. Meaning they were crammed into this small place for a day or two. Also meaning further personalities were better on display. 

If verbal confirmation wasn’t enough to prove how much Mario adored his brother, his actions certainly confirmed this.

If Mario wasn’t talking with Peach, he was with Luigi. Even then, it was clear Mario could only focus if his brother was in line of sight. Though they were both constantly being in the line of danger, it was Mario who made sure Luigi was protected. Deliberately putting himself in the line of danger if his younger brother was targeted. Going so far as to make sure Luigi was patched up before he was. No matter how many times Luigi said he could wait. 

There was a point when facing a Darkmess Puddle, Beep-O claimed Luigi’s skills were definitely needed for it. At that, Mario immediately rushed forward. Claiming he would help his brother out.

“Ah, nothing is stronger than a sibling bond!” Beep-O gleefully exclaimed, “I’m sure you two can handle this easily.”

Rabbid Mario pointedly stared ahead when Rabbid Luigi turned to him with wide eyes. As if this was proof that being siblings was perfect. It didn’t help when the twins felled the Puddle faster than previous encounters with the entire team working together. Mario happily ruffled Luigi’s hair with the younger brother laughing. Looking sheepish but pleased at getting his brother’s praise. 

“Okay, see, that has to mean something,” Rabbid Luigi whispered desperately.

“You’re just grasping at straws now.” Was Rabbid Mario’s short reply.

Reminding himself that he didn’t need that. A sibling relationship. He could handle himself on his own. Rabbid Luigi was annoying and would just get in the way.

Being alone was better.

Worrying only about himself. 

It’s what was needed. 

He wouldn’t be compared to Mario.

Apparently, the galaxy wanted to prove Rabbid Mario wrong.

It was when the group was on Terra Flora., traversing through the large Everbloom Tree. The far too large Everbloom Tree. Too large to get the tasks done quickly if they remained together. The number of Darkmess Puddles spotted throughout the area worrying the heroes (and Bowser). 

“It is probably in our best interest if we divide our powers,” JEANIE suggested, “We will cover more area and hopefully get to the center faster.”

Dividing the group into two balanced groups took longer than it probably should have. Edge and Bowser clearly didn’t care. Mario wanted Peach and Luigi with him, but JEANIE said there needed to be better diversity between the groups. Rabbid Mario’s claims of being able to work alone didn’t add much weight to anything. He did frantically try to shake Rabbid Luigi off and away from him. 

Even with the constant back and forth that happened, they eventually decided on the two groups.

No one missed how worried Mario looked at Luigi being part of the other team. 

Beep-O stated, “JEANIE and I will be in full contact, just in case anything goes wrong with the other team. Not that I’m saying it will. This is just in case.”

Luigi let out a slow sigh, looking up feeling a hand placed gently on his shoulder.

“Hey,” said Mario quietly, “You going to be okay?”

“Yeah…are you?”

The older brother shuffled weakly before replying with, “Yeah, just concerned.”

Rabbid Mario quickly interjected himself into the conversation. One part trying to move this along and another part to shut Rabbid Luigi’s face up watching the brotherly affection. “Ah, you worry too much! I’ll make sure he’s okay. Green Boy here is a long range shooter with a ghost Spark. He’ll stick to the back. Trust me, under my lead, Luigi will be fine.”

“Who said you were leading this party?” Edge asked briskly.

Which Rabbid Mario just brushed it off with, “Because I said so. Now, Team ‘Awesome-Becuase-Rabbid-Mario-is-Leading!’, let’s move out!”

Back turned and marching forward, Rabbid Mario just assumed the rest in his party was following. The numerous footsteps following behind being the only confirmation he needed. He missed the quick hug shared between the twins before Luigi rushed to catch up.

But Rabbid Luigi saw.

“Are you really going to focus on keeping her safe?” The green-dressed Rabbid whispered to the other.

“Of course,” Rabbid Mario hissed back, “I told you my plan. It’s fine.”

“But you didn’t really even take into account the layout of the battlefield, or the enemies we could face. You can’t just say ‘keep him in the back’ if-”

“Would you just- stop talking. You are going to follow my lead, got it.”

Rabbid Luigi huffed, “You need someone else to bounce your ideas off of to make sure they don’t sound stupid. We’re brothers, we need to-”

Rabbid Mario pinned the other down with a steely glare that immediately shut him up. “We. Are not. Brothers. Get that through your head.”

Rabbid Luigi’s ears and shoulders dropped and he fell back to walk next to Rabbid Rosalina. Who gently patted his shoulder while casting a judgmental glare towards Rabbid Mario.

He didn’t care. He ignored it.

His stomach burned with an uncomfortable sensation.

He ignored that too.

The first few puddles went surprisingly well. Rabbid Mario’s worries melting away with each job done. He knew what he was doing. This was easy. Rabid Luigi was worried over nothing-

“Wow,” Rabbid Rosalina said, voice slightly influxes to indicate her surprise, “That…is a big puddle.”

It was. Larger than the full group had dealt with before, never mind this smaller one. Thick, sticky tendrils were spreading out from the deep center point and attaching to whatever they could reach. This normally wouldn’t be a worry…if the full group was together. But it was just five against whatever was resting within.

That wasn’t going to stop Rabbid Mario.

“Alright, we keep the same position as before. Easy.” 

“Are you stupid or just have a death wish,” Edge frowned, “We can’t take this size of a puddle on with just five. We need everyone here.”

“And I think we’ll be fine. If you’re that worried, you can stick close to me. I’ll keep you safe.”

Rabbid Rosalina stepped forward at that, “I’m not putting more energy into this than what I have to, and that’s way too much energy.”

“Then stay here.”

“H-Hold on,” Luigi spoke up, “T-This is really d-dangerous. We c-can’t just rush in.”

Rabbid Luigi nodded furiously, “I agree! Mario wouldn’t just go in there without everyone.”

“...Well…if you’re going to be like that. I’ll take care of this myself.” And before anyone could argue, Rabbid Mario jumped in.

The familiar swooping sensation in his stomach didn’t wash away the bitterness he felt from that last comment. The chilled feeling doing nothing for his heated skin. Rabbid Mario landed on the dark rock battlefield, letting out a huff as he waited for the area to clear. His ear twitched hearing a few heavy thumps indicating the others had followed him in.

“Decided against staying behind, huh?” Rabbid Mario taunted. Faltering slightly being faced with Edge’s scowl.

“More of we didn’t want you doing something stupid.”

“...You’re…too worried. We’ll be fine! You’ll see.”

It went south so fast.

First issue was the fact that the enemies they were facing were Lone Wolves. A large number of them. Normally, they would hunker behind their barricades and fire from their stationary locations. But they were more active this time. Able to get close to do small damage before running away to launch their proper attack.

Second problem was the fact that only Luigi and Rabbid Mario were able to deliver proper damage. The rest could only break down the barriers to try and make the Lone Wolves’ slightly easier targets. 

The final problem was the terrain of the battlefield. The group was trapped in a pit with Lone Wolves on higher ground surrounding them. Meaning they were sitting ducks with minimal coverage while struggling to fight back. 

“We need to leave,” Rabbid Luigi called out, “We’re making no progress!”

Rabbid Mario growled softly, “I’m not running away!”

“You are an idiot! Stop trying to feed your ego and realize we’re not going to win this!” Edge shot back.

He was about to retort when a flash caught his attention. 

A Lone Wolf had taken advantage of their arguing to try and take Rabbid Mario out. On his part, Rabbid Mario felt frozen to the spot. Watching with rising fear as the shot drew closer to him. Knowing with his current damage, Rabbid Mario wasn’t going to survive this.

At the very last second, something heavy collided into him. A thought of ‘What is Rabbid Luigi doing?’ crossed his mind. That was quickly wiped away when the shot landed directly on Rabbid Luigi’s back. 

All of this acted before Rabbid Mario’s eyes in slow motion. Time catching up when they both collapsed onto the ground. The green-dressed Rabbid unmoving as he laid across Rabbid Mario’s chest. A cacophony of noise assaulted his ears. But he couldn’t take his eyes off the still form.

Before there was even a chance to begin to take in what was happening when another shot rang out. Rabbid Mario looked up in enough time to see Luigi crumple to the ground. Not out, but clearly down and unable to move. Gripping onto his wounded arm, curled into a ball with his face scrunched up in pain. Rabbid Rosalina rushed over to scare the Lone Wolf away and drag Luigi further behind cover. 

Edge was already pulling up their exit route with JEANIE’s help, “We need to grab and go, now!”

Rabbid Rosalina, practically dragging Luigi along, was already making her way there. One of the few times her eyes were wide with fear and worry.

Still feeling numb, Rabbid Mario lifted his fallen comrade up and rushed over. All jumping in. Thankful when the warm air and rough bark greeted them. Rabbid Mario didn't have time to fully recover before Rabbid Luigi was pulled from his hold. Almost going to fight back, to pull the other towards him again. But was quickly guilted by Edge’s glare. 

So, he sat back.

Sat back and watched as Rabbid Rosalina frantically gave Luigi a Mushroom and wrapped his arm. The human’s face slowly calmed as he fell into a less than peaceful sleep.

Rabbid Luigi was completely unresponsive as Edge carefully checked him over. Pulling out one of the Sparks, the pink one with the balloon tied to them, and asked them to work their healing magic. 

“It’ll…take awhile.” the Spark spoke softly.

“But you can help?” Edge asked, voice hard with worry.

“Yeah, of course.”

Rabbid Mario tried to get up when Edge started to stalk towards him. Only able to stand before him and pull him up fully by the front of his overalls. Dragging him closer to clearly see the fury on Edge’s face. 

“What were you thinking!” He wasn’t able to reply before he was shoved away. Ears drooping as Edge began to pace, continuing her stream of thought, “I’ll answer that for you, you weren’t! I know you have a brash attitude. But if you would just get rid of your stupid ego- No, you know what! You can keep your ego. Keep your self given title of being the better hand-to-hand fighter. I don’t care. But you need to stop letting everyone clear up after your carelessness!”

Normally, being talked to like this, Rabbid Mario would feel the burn of indignation rise up. The need to defend his stance, his price, we needed! No one got to talk to him this way!

But a different burn was in his stomach now. Feeling like he was going to throw up. It was horrible. Eyes landing on the unmoving form of Rabbid Luigi. Namely focused on the slowly healing burn on his back.

“...I thought we could handle it.” Was his weak reply back.

“No, you thought you could handle it. If you’re going to claim to be the best fighter, then you need to back it up. And you can’t.” With that, Edge turned and walked back over to Rabbid Rosalina. Both sitting by the two recovering teammates, their back’s to Rabbid Mario.

On his part, Rabbid Mario slowly sat himself back down. Shoulders and ears slumped low, almost curled into a ball as he stared at the ground.

He wasn’t sure how long they all sat in silence. Feeling as if he was sinking into the Darkmess Puddle that rested nearby. He was broken from his dark thoughts hearing numerous footsteps drawing closer to their location. The rest of the group eventually turned the corner.

“There you all are!” Beep-O called out, “We were worried when you- What happened to them!”

Mario called out his brother’s name, distress clear in his voice, upon seeing Luigi’s unmoving form. Practically sprinting over Luigi’s side. Rabbid Rosalina moving out of the way to just avoid being barreled over by the worried human. Mario’s hands worriedly hovering over Luigi before slowly and carefully collecting his brother close.

The red-dressed Rabbid watched with fearful eyes as Edge inched closer to Mario. Whispering something to the human, causing his shining eyes to snap up to Rabbid Mario. Who flinched. Waiting for rage, anger, accusations, being thrown away.

But there was nothing.

Mario’s stare turned away, shoulders falling as he just cradled Luigi closer. Eyes closing as he pressed his forehead against his brother’s. Pulling Luigi onto his lap. 

Rabbid Mario…faltered at that, surprised. He was really ready to be torn apart for letting Luigi get hurt. Even more so with what he’d said the last time Mario was there.

“You really don’t get it, do you.”

Rabbid Mario was not pleased with how high he jumped at suddenly hearing Rabbid Rosalina. Looking up as she sat next to him. “What are you talking about?”

“You really thought he was going to yell at you.”

“Well…yeah.”

She let out a slow sigh, eyes rolling. “How is it that I get his personality better than you do. Yet you’ve known him longer.”

“What point are you trying to make here?”

“You try too hard to show you’re not the same as Mario.” 

That caused Rabbid Mario’s ears to perk up at that in surprise. “What? No, I don’t, it’s the complete opposite!” 

“You sure about that?”

“Yes!”

Rabbid Rosalina rolled her eyes again. “Look, I get it. We’re basically seen as pasted versions of someone else. I really struggled with the idea for a while. Rosalina is a galaxy goddess. I’m a plump, sleepy Rabbid. We’re nothing alike, but I felt like I had this legacy to live up to since I have her name.”

“But the Captain sat me down one day, said I was being silly about it all. People share names all the time, but there’s no one competing to the ‘best’. We get to be our own people.”

She gently pushed Rabbid Mario’s with her shoulder, “You probably have it worse than all of us in that aspect. Sharing a name with a big hero.”

“It’s not a problem.” Rabbid Mario hissed out.

“Really? You’re trying to show off that you can be your own hero. Your own version of being a hero. Because acting anything like him would just make you a copy. But you want to help, you want to be a hero. So what do you do? You try to act opposite of him. You’re loud while he’s a human of few words. You like to work alone while Mario works with as many people as he can. You’re used to not having siblings while Mario is one of the best older brothers out there.”

“But you know that it’s not you, not all of it. You’re super loud and you have a huge ego, but you care about us. All of us. Now however, you’re too far deep into this… You just continue the act, to be so opposite that no one would dare clump you together as being the same person. So much so…that someone suggesting to be your brother, it feels weird.”

“We’re not brothers,” Rabbid Mario tried to argue back, “Rabbids don’t have family relations, you know that.”

“Well, sure. ‘Family’ is a weird concept, we don't really have that…at least, not in the normal sense. We can have people that we see as family roles. The Captain may not be related to me. But, he took care of me, put up with me, raised me… Even if a blood relation isn’t something Rabbid’s have, I still see the Captain as my dad…and I’m his daughter.”

Rabbid Mario’s eyes widened at that. “How…what?”

“We’re family because we want to, we choose. Making connections isn’t bad. Stop seeing it like that.”

Rabbid Mario’s attention darted over to where the two injured were resting. Luigi was back on the ground to rest properly, Mario gently brushing his brother’s bangs back gently. One hand gently gripping on to Luigi’s injured. Peach sitting next to Mario, whispering softly to him. No doubt trying to offer some sort of comfort towards the hero. Rabbid Luigi was still unmoving, Edge by his side, watching the Spark that was resting on his back, healing the passed out Rabbid.

“Do you really find him annoying? I mean, he is. But I’m talking about the sense that you don’t want to be his brother. Or are you just using it as a reason?” Rabbid Rosalina asked.

It was as if a light bulb went off in his head. Rabbid Mario’s entire form seemed to lift up. Eyes wide with realization. 

Rabbid Rosalina continued, “What do you want to do?”

He was up the next second. Rabbid Rosalina gave a small smile as she watched him walk away.

Mario turned away from Luigi, noticing movement from the corner of his eye. Watching as Rabbid Mario sat down by his green counterpart. Their eyes connected for a brief moment. Both offering a small smile and nod of acknowledgement before focusing on their own brother. 

Luigi was up first, unsurprisingly. Beaming as he was pulled into a tight hug by Mario. Waving off Rabbid Mario’s small ‘Sorry’ with an understanding smile and nod. 

When Rabbid Luig woke, there wasn’t a crowd around him. All were currently sitting around a warming (and contained) campfire white they ate breakfast and discussed. But that didn’t mean he woke alone. The Spark that had been healing him let out a small cheer as he moved to sit up slowly.

His attention was drawn to a plate put before him. Looking over to find Rabbid Mario, who’s eyes were on his own plate, sitting right next to him. 

Rabbid Luigi took the offered plate slowly. Watching Rabbid Mario for a few moments before eating.

“How are you feeling?” Rabbid Mario asked gruffly.

“Uh…better…I guess. I mean, I’m up so…”

“That is good…”

There was a pause of silence. Rabbid Luigi was surprised once more when Rabbid Mario inched closer, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. Gently pulling Rabbid Luigi closer so he could lean against the other comfortably.

“I’m happy you’re okay…lil bro.”

There was no verbal reply back. Rabbid Luigi’s eyes widened in surprise before smiling with glee. Ears twitching in joyous energy. Both enjoying their meal in comfortable quiet. 

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just saw ur scott reblog gRAAAHH WOOF WOOF anyway !!! and it inspired me to request something <3 (love ur writing btw) pls write something with scott and how big he is 😣 a lil suggestive if u know what i mean 🙈

OHH YOU GET IT SO HARD + thank you so much !! 🫶🏼🫶🏼 whenever someone says they like my writing i get so giddy, it’s just the sweetest 😞

Anyways!!! Absolutely, thank you for fueling my obsession with this large man 💓

Just some scattered Scott x reader thoughts really

|CW; somewhat suggestive, he calls you girl once ☝🏼 incredibly obvious size kink from both parties whoops, he’s pretty canon-accurately an asshole, + suggested dom/sub relationship stuff??? Kinda??? Like not really but a little bit??? idk how else to tag that lmao. Obviously there’s a size difference here but it’s not specific, you could really just be shorter than him and it’d work just the same mwah <33

The first time you really notice is a total accident, you got caught up in the sight of the storm in front of you, not even given time to react to his stern “get in.” before he’s picking you up and putting you back in the car.

“What the hell was that?” He snapped, figuratively and literally as you blankly stare at him, still focused on how effortlessly he carried you back to the car.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know, it was just so close-“

“Yeah, no shit it was close. You could’ve gotten yourself killed. You have to pay more attention than that.”

You just nodded, staring at the way his hands flexed as he drove away, suddenly aware of the drastic contrast between the two of you. He picked you up like it was nothing, which was nothing considering the size of him, you just hadn’t thought about it in that way before.

——

He doesn’t think anything of it for a while, chalking your lingering glances up to his over-analytical mind, until you unintentionally piss him off with it.

“Is this going to be a problem for you?” He was right in your face, arms crossed over his chest as he bitterly chewed his gum, working himself up even more when you couldn’t give him a direct answer.

“If you can’t do your job ‘cause you’re too busy staring at me or whatever the fuck, I’ll have to move you to Javi’s team. Got it?” He barked, shaking his head as he stormed off.

As soon as he realizes why you’ve been staring at him, it’s over.

You were at the diner with the rest of the team, smiling as you walked to the table, bumping into some hard, tall, figure in front of you on the way.

He turned to steady you, big hands landing on your waist. “You ever try paying attention to what you’re doing? It’s pretty helpful.” He was a dick, sure. But you still found yourself focusing more on the feeling of his hands and the way your face warmed up at his assertive tone.

“You ever try not being an asshole?” You rolled your eyes at him before you walked away, but he didn’t miss the pause, or the way your breath picked up at his words. He put it together then, having been so caught up in work he didn’t realize just how tolerable you were getting, his hands constantly drifting towards you absentmindedly whenever you were close enough.

——

He usually went to work to get his job done and go home which was made clear, but after a while he got carried away. Comfortable enough being around you to end up reluctantly carrying you out of the car one night.

He tried to wake you up, met with sleepy grunts and you repositioning yourself before falling back to sleep.

He wanted to just leave you in the car, give you a blanket or ‘whatever’ but it was too cold, and you were in some small town he didn’t know well enough. He rolled his eyes as he took you out, large, rough hands a nice juxtaposition to the way he gently lifted you up.

He had to bring you to his room, not sure of where your room key was and not interested in dealing with your mood if he woke you back up.

He laid you down on the bed, throwing the blanket over you before taking off his work shirt and getting ready to begrudgingly sleep on the couch in his own room.

He went to turn off the lights, groaning when he saw you sit up, whining and stretching your arms.

“You know your necks gonna hurt if you sleep on that couch, Scotty. C’mere.” You sleepily muttered, patting the bed next to you.

He knew it was a bad idea, not missing the new nickname as he put his face in his hands, too exhausted to argue and too self-aware to disregard the attitude he’d have if he woke up to you in his bed and a sore neck.

“Jesus Christ. Alright, fine. One time. Don’t make it weird.” He gruffed as he turned the light off before slipping into bed next to you.

You were facing him as he faced the ceiling, his arms crossed firmly along his chest like some grumpy old man, still awake and motionless when you cuddled into him in your sleep.

——

After that he’s basically torturing you until you say it out loud. Putting his hands on your waist all casual to move past you, refusing to acknowledge any of it first.

Both of his hands were on your shoulders as he crouched down to be eye level with you, losing his patience after he caught you staring at his arms when he was trying to talk to you.

“If you want something, you’ll have to use your words like a big girl and ask for it. All this pouty, wordless shit won’t work with me. I need you to listen to me when I talk to you.” He spat condescendingly, minty gum popping in your ears. He grabbed your chin between his thumb and pointer when you shook your head.

“No? I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me what you want. I’m not about to guess.” You squeezed your eyes shut to get away from his intense stare.

“I don’t want to say it here.” You barely whispered, opening your eyes when he sighed.

“Damn it.” He breathed before pausing, standing up tall and scanning over the parking lot you were in.

“Alright, come on.” He said bluntly before grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder.

“Scott-“ You pouted as he swept you back to his motel room.

“Just shut up and let me help you out for once, yeah?”

-

I need him so bad

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“Well, well, well… what do we have here?” the low timbre of the fraternity’s fiendish leader suddenly broke through the crowd that had formed on the other side of the door, prompting the guy that had been bullying your exposed core to snap back his touch and make room for his president, “wait a minute, I’d recognise that ass anywhere…” a grin stretched across his lips as your bottom wiggled once more, hopelessly attempting yet again to free your hips from the confines of the doggy door, “Y/n? Is that you, baby?”

Huffing out a heated breath, you only hissed, “fuck you,” as your knees trembled against the porch.

“Breaking and entering–, well, half entering… bad fucking girl…” you heard Bucky click his tongue and he kneeled down behind your entrapped frame, “what did you think you’d do, huh? Sneak in so you could sniff out all of our dirty little secrets?” his hot breath trickled against your embarrassingly leaky cunt, “you really want the scoop that badly? Look at you now… investigative journalist, my ass. You were so desperate and willing to do whatever it took that now you’ve degraded into nothing more than a bitch in heat.”

His broad palms then drifted up to grasp either side of your butt, smacking it playfully before he spread you apart, smirking at the mess the others had already turned you into.

“So, you really wanna be a big bad wolf that much? Oh, honey… a sweet little bunny like you could never be at our level…” his thumb stretched out to trace your puffy folds, “we’re the foxes who sneak into the henhouse, only to leave behind nothing but blood and feathers…” he murmured as his finger then suddenly began to travel up past your poor pussy, “it’s so cute, you truly thought you were about to destroy us all, didn’t you?”

“W-what are you doing?” your eyes promptly grew wide as you felt his touch find your other hole.

“Putting you in your place,” he circled the virginal entrance, smearing your mortifying mess against the little rosebud, “since you so obviously don’t know where your own little nose belongs.”

“But, wait! Not there! I’ve never–”

“Oh, what? You’ve never had anything up your ass before?” he chuckled before briefly casting his glance over his shoulder at the rest of the brotherhood, “gather around, boys,” he uttered before finally sinking the very tip of his finger inside, “I think this is gonna be more fun than I expected…”

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[storiesofsvu]

Decadent Desires Ch 10

Emily Prentiss x reader Warnings: language, alcohol, semi public make out sessions, smut, threesome, fingering, oral, face sitting. Once y'all read this hopefully you'll see why it took 2 weeks to get done, a whopping almost 7k words. woof. im planning on starting the next chapter asap and focusing on this series as it is about to pick up and a shift is coming so that tends to keep my brain more into writing. Happy Friday! <3

After spending a handful of weeks exploring luxury hotels around the Washington area, Emily had sent you a text asking which one you liked the best. She had come to the conclusion that she wanted to put down a standing reservation at one location rather than continue to hop around across the city. You spent a bit of time reflecting on your experiences and finally replied with your favourite three, the Waldorf being at the utmost top. She couldn’t help but let out a laugh, one that was of slight relief as she had the exact opinions. It was just far enough away from her place to feel like a mini vacation, but still close enough to not be a hassle of a drive, the amenities were stellar, with the best food and late night menus. It didn’t hurt that it was the hotel the bureau usually held their big galas, meaning it would be more than easy enough to sneak away at any of those, or to simply have you waiting for her when she was done.

Overall, it just made things easier to have the standing reservation, you both had key cards and were graciously welcomed by concierge anytime throughout the week when you swung by. You were both able to come and go as you please instead of having to wait in the lobby or hotel bar for the other to arrive. While Emily was happy to leave things in the suite over the weekend, she was still a little bit apprehensive of leaving certain things when neither of you were there and her worries were solidified when you ran through a list of things that Heather would never leave in her suite. It may be permanently booked out, but it was a hotel, no matter how much the price tag was you never knew who else could have access. Like Emily had said earlier, a Benjamin could get you into a lot of places privately that you weren’t supposed to be in.

When the weekend finally rolled around, both of you were more than ready to indulge, barely able to keep your hands off each other Friday night, just when you thought one round was finally done it simply melted into another. Emily caught herself up in some work Saturday morning but chose to hand you a credit card and told you to go have some fun and you took the day to shop. She was rewarded that evening when you were getting ready, catching a glimpse of some very lacy lingerie before you slipped into your dress, scolding her in a teasing manner for spying.

You were sat at a semi secluded corner booth at the hotel lounge where you shared a mushroom and black truffle flatbread, scallops and a plate of oysters. Cocktails were easily flowing, with no concern of how many refills were had considering you were only planning on walking to the elevator. Not that you weren’t pacing yourselves, but there was more of a sense of letting loose this time. It was almost a celebratory evening, the bill you’d been busting your ass for, for Heather had successfully made it through two rounds of voting, and the BAU had finally caught their nationwide killer, finally leaving time for more hours at the home office.

“You know,” Emily began, her hand resting on your bare thigh, fingers tickling at your skin, “I really have to say thank you for getting Bailey off my back.”

“I take it the date went well?” You asked, leaning into her touch.

“I thought you would know?” She raised a brow and you laughed.

“I haven’t heard from the girl in three weeks.”

“Well it does certainly appear that things worked out in our favour.” She replied, leaning in close enough to steal a kiss.

“Good.” You murmured, pressing your lips to hers once more before leaning away to pick up your drink.

“Between that and catching our unsub I feel like my workload has been cut in half.” She sighed happily, sipping at her cocktail, “I don’t have to nitpick through every piece of paperwork and worry about having to redo it all after Bailey sees it. He’s actually leaving the office at clock out time and not hassling me on the weekends. It’s practically heaven.”

“Now if only you would leave the office at a reasonable time.” You teased and she laughed, a hand reaching up to play with the hair at the back of your neck, guiding you back toward her.

“That’s bold coming from someone who was still working past midnight three times this week.” Her lips brushed against yours as she spoke, yours curving up into a grin before you closed the gap and kissed her, lips moving with grace together.

“Late nights mean I get to go in late the next day.”

“Yeah?” She raised a brow, her face only inches from yours, “and how late is that?”

“Ten,” you laughed, “maybe noon if I’m lucky.”

“She works you too hard.” Emily commented with a slight frown before kissing you and you chuckled into the kiss.

“And you work yourself too hard.” Your hand found her leg, gently squeezing at her thigh, managing to get one last peck in before Emily huffed. The playful eyeroll pulled a laugh from you, she knew you were right, she couldn’t exactly clock you for something that she was way worse at.

“I guess you’ve got me there.” She replied with a small laugh and you squeezed at her leg again.

“I’m pretty sure the saying is ‘work hard, play hard’ so as long as you’re keeping a healthy balance.” You suggested with a smirk and she grinned across at you.

“It’s not like I keep you around for nothing.”

“Though, considering how much work you’ve been doing, maybe I need to up my end of the bargain.”

“Yeah?” She raised a brow, “and what exactly have you got in mind?”

Before you could figure out a full answer, the server swung by to offer another round of drinks. The two of you briefly glanced at each other before selecting a new cocktail off the menu to try. After all, this weekend really was about having some extra levels of fun.

There was a new sense of electricity in the air tonight, it was difficult to keep your hands off each other even out in the eye of the hotel lounge. Though the crowd was dwindling with each hour that passed and it wasn’t long before your server was making a round past the table, mentioning that it was last call, wondering if you wanted another round to take to your room with you or if you just wanted to settle up. The two of you immediately glanced around, realizing you were the last two people in the lounge before apologizing and saying you would settle, Emily making sure to add a more than generous tip.

Her hand caught yours as you stepped into the lobby, your fingers linking together as she let out an almost whiney sigh.

“What?” You asked, turning back to her with a laugh.

“I dunno, it just feels too early to turn in.” She replied with a frown and you glanced at your watch.

“It’s barely two…” you murmured before glancing up at her with a sparkle in your eye,” I know a few places that would still be open.”

“And still serving by the time we get there?” She asked with a small laugh.

“They let people in ‘til three, serve ‘til four thirty, even later on long weekends. Think of it as an…after hours club.”

“The kind of after hours club that promotes fraternizing?”

You chuckled softly, tugging Emily closer to you to steal a kiss, “stop thinking like a fucking fed, it’s nothing illegal. Just people socializing, having fun, making new friends, having some drinks, no drugs, scouts honour. Prestigious enough you need a membership to get in. We don’t have to go,” you shrugged, “I’m sure if we just go upstairs I can entertain you until you’re tired, you just seemed a little extra feisty tonight.”

“Speak for yourself.” She laughed back.

“So should I call a car?” You asked, your brow raised while you watched her think it over.

“Fuck it. It’s about time to have some fun and let loose.”

“That’s what I thought.” You grinned, pulling your phone from your purse to make the call.

Emily wasn’t surprised when a Dunbar car was out front of the hotel mere moments later and you spewed off a cross street to the driver who gave a knowing hum before peeling off down the street. Even in the back of the car it was nearly impossible to keep your hands off each other, your hand quickly finding her clothed thigh before hers was inching up your bare one, daring to sneak under the hem of your dress. She was certain the divider was going to have to be lifted but you were suddenly pulling into a strip mall parking lot.

“This it?” She asked, her brow furrowing.

“Best way to keep a secret, isn’t it?” You replied, a grin on your lips as you leant in to kiss the corner of her mouth, “don’t be freaked when they ID you, they’re just making sure everyone inside is safe. And if you see the President or his wife… no you didn’t.” You slunk out of the car after that, leaving Emily wide eyed before she quickly followed after you, thanking the driver before the door shut behind her.

Your hand found hers as you wandered up to the seemingly closed front door, rapping against it before it swung open and you were let inside. Just as you’d warned her, both of you had your ID’s scanned before you slid your membership card across the counter and the attendant welcomed you with a warm smile and the curtain concealing the next set of doors was opened.

It was darker than Emily had expected, coloured lights shining through the rooms, changing their patterns and pathways sporadically, not particularly strobes, but enough to keep the darkness a mystery. The walls were lined with semi circle booths, tables scattered throughout the open space with a large bar in the middle, it appeared there was a VIP area in a little loft area and she could see heavy strobe lights coming from down a short flight of stairs where the main dance floor was and a longer dark hallway that either led to staff areas or something she wasn’t sure she wanted to think about. The music was loud, bass strumming through the space, reminiscent of her days spent in various clubs around the world. She started to wonder if it was her age showing that was making her think it was entirely too loud or too many years of excessive headphone use coupled with field work damaging her ears when your hand darted out, reaching into a fishbowl on the end of the bar. Her heart leapt into her throat, for a second thinking that you’d either dumped your keys or picked up god knows what before you turned to her with a pack of earplugs between your fingers.

“They keep it abnormally loud in here.” You shouted over the music before leaning in so close your lips were brushing against her ear, “harder to eavesdrop on secrets when you’ve got to be this close.”

She laughed with a nod, opening the packet to put the earplugs in as you did the same, following you up to the bar. With the plugs in the heaviness of the bass was muffled, but she could still hear you clearly, hear herself think rather than be completely clouded by the noise. A couple of cocktails later and you were nestled into one of the smaller curved booths, Emily’s hand once again finding a home on your thigh, fingertips tickling at your skin.

Between the volume and it being her first time there, the first little bit at the club was spent doing the best people watching you could in low light and relaxing, embracing the vibe and the atmosphere. Every so often one of you would lean in to say something, earning a laugh from the other, a more private moment to steal a kiss or make a comment about someone eying their prospective date for the night. Cocktails were replenished without even having to ask, the perfect balance of fruity and strong, though you both knew those were the dangerous kind, you may not be tasting the alcohol tonight, but you’d likely be feeling it tomorrow. But in the moment, it didn’t matter, you were simply enjoying the different environment, feeling frisky and not having to worry at all about watching eyes. Emily felt more free relaxed and uninhibited that she had in years and she was fully enjoying it.

“How did you find out about this place?” She asked, her head ducked toward yours.

“Heather.” You took a sip of your drink, “and before you ask, it’s about a sixty-forty split business-pleasure for her depending on the day. I don’t come too often, it’s not really my style, plus some of the governor’s aides really don’t know how to keep their mouths shut. Doesn’t matter if you were actually talking deals, the next time they see you in the hallway it’s all smarmy grins and waggly eyebrows as if you’d taken them into the back room or something.”

“For a place with so many politicians I’m surprised you haven’t seen anyone tonight.” Emily mused and you laughed.

“Em, please, I’ve clocked at least eight people I know between the door and the bar. But since it’s just all about discretion, no one will approach unless they’re interested,” your finger tapped the bottom of her chin, your breath hot on her lips when you spoke next, “especially when I came in with someone.”

Your lips hit Emily’s with ease and she let herself relax into the kiss, her tongue easily sinking into your mouth, the sweetness of your cocktails swirling around your mouth. You shifted on your seat, a hand sliding up the side of her neck to tangle into her hair and the hand she had on your thigh slipped under the hem of your dress. You let out a soft moan into the kiss, your leg nearly draping over Emily’s knee as her hand slunk higher, finger tips daring to trace patterns on your bare skin and you retaliated by nipping at her lower lip.

“Certainly are feeling frisky tonight, aren’t you?” You asked with a tease and she playfully rolled her eyes at you before leaving a kiss on the side of your neck.

Your hand remained at the back of her head, tickling at her neck, gently playing with her hair while you fell back into the mix of small talk and observing the club. The next time you got your cocktails refilled, the server dropped them off along with two shots of top shelf tequila and a folded cocktail napkin with a pain tucked into it. Emily raised her brow in their direction, watching as your eyes flicked from the napkin out into the bar, surveying the room.

“Let me guess…” you asked, your elbow resting on the table, your chin propped in your hand, “brunette at the end of the bar?”

The server nodded with a small laugh, swiping the empty cocktail glasses from the table and wandering back through the room. Your free hand was still toying with Emily’s hair as she leant in,

“Jackie, right?”

“Mmmhmm.” You replied, turning to her to brush your lips against hers, “looks like we caught someone’s eye.” You slid the tequila shot toward her, “you ever had a threesome?”

“Not in about thirty years.” She chuckled, watching the way your head tilted, the sparkle in your eye as you picked up your tequila shot.

“Intrigued?” You asked, watching as Emily’s eyes finally left yours, looking across the club to Jackie. Her gaze flicked up and down the other woman’s body, taking in the smirk of her lips over the rim of her martini glass, a similar shot of tequila waiting in font of her. She turned back to you, a small grin breaking out on her own lips,

“Very.”

“Thought you might be.”

Looking over toward the bar you raised your shot glass, Emily doing the same beside you and you nearly laughed at the excitement that flashed over Jackie’s face as she raised her own before all three of you shot the liquor back. Glassware slid to the edge of the table you picked up the pen, scrawling your hotel name and room number across the inside of the napkin, folding it and placing it beside the empty shots before grabbing your phone. A moment later the server was back, collecting all of the items and bidding you a goodnight.

“Don’t we have to pay?” Emily asked and you laughed softly, pinching at her chin to steal a kiss.

“It’s charged to the membership card and there’s an auto grat, don’t worry. Now c’mon.”

*

Introductions were made, flirty small talk was had as hefty glasses of bubbly were handed out, the three of you all surveying the vibes in the room as you got more comfortable with each other. You didn’t shy away from physical contact, your hand lingering on the small of Emily’s back when she moved passed you first, then your fingers loosely wrapping around Jackie’s wrist as you complimented a bracelet. You were the invisible string between the two of them, the one making sure everyone was comfortable and understood the situation and dynamics that were to come with it.

Jackie watched out of the corner of her eye as you murmured something to Emily, your finger curling under her chin before you kissed her. Rather that intruding on the moment she redirected her gaze out the large window over looking the city, the Washington Monument alit in the night sky.

“It’s quite a view you’ve got up here.” She commented, pulling a soft laugh from Emily.

“What can I say?” She replied, smoothing back a piece of your hair as Jackie turned back to face you, “pretty girls deserve to look at pretty things.”

“They certainly do.” The dark haired woman smiled, closing the distance between the three of you as she moved through the room. “You know, I am curious…what is the dynamic between the two of you?” She glanced to Emily, “because you simply exude power and control, but this one..” Her finger tilted towards you, “has been known to put up a fight occasionally.”

Emily laughed, her hand sliding across your lower back, “luckily that’s not something I’ve had to worry about.” She pressed a kiss to your cheek that you leant into before raising an eyebrow at Jackie.

“Funny it should matter to you at all considering it’s a known fact you’re a bit of a pillow princess.”

Jackie’s lips twitched up into a grin as Emily hummed beside you, “huh… just here to get fucked, are you?”

“Oh I’m sure she’ll participate.” You replied, glancing toward Emily before stepping closer to the other woman, “she likes to earn her fucking, isn’t that right?” Your finger tapped Jackie’s nose, “looking all pretty down on your knees, just absolutely begging for it.”

A slight flush took over her cheeks as her eyes darkened, “so you have been listening.”

Emily’s hand slid up your back, fingers almost tangling into the roots of your hair as she stepped ahead of you, her free hand raising to tap Jackie’s chin, “don’t worry, you’ll both get what you deserve. But right now I do think there’s a little bit too much clothing involved, head to the bed and get things started.”

A small nod from both of you before Jackie’s hand was tangled with yours and you were tugging her toward the bed. Her hands cupped your cheeks, pulling you to her for a kiss, lips moving frantically against yours as you backed the rest of the way to the bed. She whined into the kiss when you nipped at her lip before sliding your tongue into her mouth and the whine drowned into a moan. Your hands slid around her shoulders, pushing down the straps of her dress, fingers finding the zipper on the back and tugging it down. The fabric loosely fell around her shoulders, the desire to keep her hands on you too strong to let it fall to the floor quite yet.

Jackie’s hands gripped at your waist, backing you the final couple of steps before your knees hit the bed and they began to wander your body. She eagerly groped at your chest, lips curving up into a grin at the soft moan you let out into the kiss. Her fingers pinched at your nipples through your dress, continuing to toy with you as your hands grabbed her hips, rolling your own against her. Satisfied that your moans had began to morph into whines one of Jackie’s hands wrapped around you, quickly pulling down the zipper of your dress and shoving it down your body. She pulled away from the kiss just far enough for her eyes to flick down, a smirk taking over her lips.

“I just knew you’d be the type to dress up for the occasion.” She murmured, her fingers toying with the lace, “such a pretty set.”

“Guarantee you it looks better on the floor.” You husked back, arms reaching behind you to undo the bra, letting it fall to the ground as you stepped out of your dress and dropped back onto the bed.

You heard Emily huff out a laugh from the corner of the suite but your eyes were on Jackie as she shimmied out of her dress and crawled over you on the bed, your head dropping back into the pillows a moment later when her mouth wrapped around your nipple. Your own hands wandered her body, pinching at her nipples, toying with the waistband of her barely there panties while she continued to suck, bite and pinch at your chest. She moaned against your skin when you palmed at her cunt, her hips grinding down into the touch, just barely starting to rock in a rhythm against your hand.

“Certainly are eager… aren’t we?” Emily’s voice broke into your thoughts and your eyes flickered open, your breath catching in your throat when you realized she was at the base of the bed, stripped down except for the strap. Your hand tangled into Jackie’s hair, pulling her off you, breathlessly stealing a kiss as you sat up and nudged her toward the end of the bed.

“I think it’s time for you to prove what a good girl you are and get on your knees for Emily.”

“That’s it angel…” Emily purred as Jackie crawled off the bed, “get my cock nice and wet.”

“Yes ma’am.” The brunette murmured, settling on her knees in front of the other woman.

She parted her lips, her tongue licking Emily from base to tip before wrapping around the silicone and sinking down inch by inch until she was completely buried in her mouth. Jackie began a steady pace, bobbing on Emily’s cock and the older woman’s hand gently wrapped into her hair.

“Good girl.”

Jackie hummed around her cock, the tip hitting the back of her throat as she gagged, saliva pooling in her mouth as she continued. Emily’s hips rocked toward her, sinking her cock deeper into her mouth as her eyes flicked up to you.

“If you’re just going to take in the show you should probably play with that pretty little pussy.”

Your cheeks heated, a blush shooting through you as if you had just been caught staring at something you weren’t allowed to see and you eagerly nodded at Emily. Adjusting on the bed so you were resting against the headboard you yanked your panties down your legs to join the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Emily’s fingers tightened in Jackie’s hair, pulling her off her cock with a gasp and turning her head toward the bed,

“She’s got such a pretty pussy, doesn’t she?” She asked and Jackie nodded.

“Oh, fuck yes…”

“Spread your legs princess, let her see that gorgeous cunt.”

You did as asked, your legs spread wide as your hand slunk down your body, settling between your legs where two of your fingers spread your pussy lips apart for the two of them to get a better view. Jackie let out a needy squeak, sitting further up on her knees so she could rub her thighs together and Emily didn’t let the motion go unnoticed.

“You’re allowed to touch yourself.” She cooed, dropping her hair so she could caress her cheek, pinching at her chin to redirect Jackie’s eyes back to hers, “get yourself nice and messy while you suck my cock.”

Emily’s eyes were immediately redirected back to you as you let out a low moan, two fingers sinking into your cunt as you began to lazily finger yourself. A moment later and she felt the base of the toy brush against her clit and she let out a breathy sigh, Jackie’s lips wrapped around her length yet again. The pace Jackie sucked her off matched the rhythm she was bouncing on her own fingers, with more urgency than you were fucking yourself, eager to both prove herself and get as close to her peak as she could. She began to moan around Emily, muffled and needy, drool beginning to pool in the corners of her mouth, droplets dripping down her chin while the sounds of your wetness echoed through the room. Emily groaned at the sights, her hand tugging Jackie’s hair again and the woman let the toy drop from her mouth with a gasp.

“Good girl.” Emily praised, gesturing for her to stand. As she did, Emily’s hand closed around her wrist, pulling the fingers slicked with juices to her mouth and Jackie watched with wide eyes as Emily sucked them clean. “So sweet.” She spanked at her hip, “up on the bed, you’ve earned a reward.”

Climbing onto the bed, Jackie grinned, her hands soothing up your legs, spreading them even further apart, watching the way you fingered yourself.

“Such a gorgeous cunt.” She murmured, ducking down to nip at your inner leg and you chuckled, sliding your fingers out as you shifted on the bed.

“Pretty sure you already proved yourself babe.” Pinching at her chin you pulled her to you for a kiss before glancing over her shoulder at Emily who tilted her head at you.

“C’mere.” Once you were at the foot of the bed she grasped your hips, pinching gently, nodding towards Jackie, “take care of her, but you don’t get to come yet.”

“Of course.” You nodded, smiling sweetly and she chuckled.

“Then flip over.”

It wasn’t a command as much as a warning as Emily was the one who flipped you over onto your stomach, landing with a soft oof as you adjusted yourself, legs dangling off the bed, feet braced on the floor. Smiling, Jackie crawled back closer to you, fingertips drawing patterns across your back,

“Bet you just make the prettiest sounds while you’re getting fucked, don’t you?”

Emily took the cue, the head of her spit slicked cock nudging at your entrance and you let out a whine, pulling a teasing laugh from both of the other women. In one heavy thrust, Emily’s cock was buried in your pussy and you moaned, your eyes fluttering shut until her hand spanked the curve of your ass.

“Go ahead, get her off. You’re just keeping me warm.”

With the tiniest of grumbles, your hands scrambled for Jackie’s hips, yanking her toward you and she was quick to flip onto her back, sliding half underneath you with widespread legs so her pussy was perfectly aligned with your mouth. Emily’s hands on your hips squeezed, nudging you even closer to her and the movement shifted her cock inside you, your pussy fluttering around the toy, clouding your brain just in the slightest.

Doing your best to focus your hands trailed up Jackie’s thighs, thumbs pressing against her pussy as they ran up it, spreading her lips open for you before briefly rubbing over her clit and her head fell back onto the mattress. Your tongue then followed the path your thumbs had just made, swiping through her cunt slowly, lapping up the juices already dribbling out, a small groan leaving your lips at her taste. The tip of your tongue flicked against her throbbing clit and she gasped.

“Oh fuck!” One of Jackie’s hands shot to your head, tangling into your hair as her hips began to grind against your mouth.

Your lips wrapped around her lower ones, moaning and groaning into her pussy, vibrations shooting through her, bringing her pleasure pulsing more south with each move of your mouth. Your tongue dipped into her, swirling the best you could before licking through her again, pressing harder and moving faster with each pass of your tongue.

“More…” she whined, her nails scratching at your scalp and your mouth moved up, sucking her clit into your mouth. “Fuck! Yes! Right there.”

As your lips wrapped around her throbbing nub, your tongue danced patterns across it with varying speed and pressure. Jackie’s noises became louder with each lick, her lip tugged into her mouth to help muffle the sounds. Behind you, Emily, proud of the work you were putting in slowly circled her hips, causing the toy buried inside you to move just enough to get you moaning against Jackie’s clit, pulling even more noise from the dark haired woman. Just as she was about to start begging for more, two of your fingers pressed into her opening, rubbing softly, just enough to be more than a tease and give her what she wanted.

“Oh my god…” she sighed, hips rocking down to the touch.

“That feel good sweetheart?” Emily asked her, leaning over you just enough to pinch at Jackie’s thigh, “you like it when she eats your cunt?”

“Fuck yes.” She moaned in response.

Your fingers slid in and she gasped, her back arching off the bed as your tongue pressed harder against her clit and you began to fuck her. Your fingers twirled, twisted and scissoring around in her cunt, stretching her out, teasing her just enough to have her a whining mess against the bed before your hand began to pump back and fourth. You crooked your fingers just enough and she swore, a near cry leaving her throat.

“Fuck! Right there.”

You pressed against the spot again and her thighs trembled around you and you knew she was close. A heavy groan from you muffled against her cunt as Emily circled her hips again, her cock dragging against your walls as she pinched at your hips. Your mouth popped off her with a gasp of breath as you thrust your fingers into her faster, curling with each pump and your free hand rubbed her clit.

“I know you’re close sweetheart.” You pressed down on her clit harder, “come for me.”

Ducking your mouth back down you replaced your hand with it, sucking her clit hard into your mouth as your fingers pushed into the sensitive spot in her drenched cunt. A few more pumps of your hand and Jackie was crying out, her back arching off the bed as her body tensed, orgasm rocking through her. You let up with your mouth, leaving a gentle kiss just above her clit as your fingers slowed.

“So good for us.” You purred, kissing across her thighs, “so pretty when you come.”

Your fingers slipped from her and you crawled back onto the bed, letting out a low whine when Emily’s cock slipped from your cunt. You trailed kisses up Jackie’s body while she caught her breath, finally landing with one on her lips.

“Holy fuck.” She muttered, still panting.

“Such a good girl.” You cooed, leaning down to nip at her neck, “now… are you finished or do you think you can go for on more?”

“More.” She pouted a whine leaving her lips and you chuckled.

“Yeah?” Sitting up you glanced over your shoulder to where Emily was slowly rubbing up and down the toy, “you want her cock?”

“Mmhmm.” Jackie scrambled to her knees, her eyes wide and pleading.

“Want Emily to fill up that tasty fucking pussy of yours?”

“Fuck. Please.” She looked between the two of you, eyes darting down to Emily’s cock coated in your juices, “please oh god, I need it.”

Emily chuckled, crooking two fingers at the other woman, “you can have it. But you don’t get to come until you’ve made her come, understood?”

“Yes.” Jackie practically pounced down to the end of the bed, sprawling out on her back and spreading her legs wide for Emily, her pussy still dripping with wetness.

You watched as Emily slid the tip of the toy through her folds, smearing her wetness with your remaining juices, teasing her just enough so that Jackie was out of breath again.

“Well?” she glanced from her cock up to Jackie’s face and over to you and the other woman’s hands scrambled to your waist, tugging you to her as Emily yanked her to the edge of the bed and sunk her cock into her.

Jackie let out a low moan, nearly forgetting the task at hand at the sensation of being full and stretched before her head rolled towards you, “sit on my face.”

You didn’t waste any time, quickly straddling her head and a second later her hands were clawing at your waist, tugging you right down onto her face, her tongue lapping at your pussy. Behind you, Emily set a steady pace, her hips thrusting into Jackie with precision and skill, watching at the way you started to grind down onto her face. As much as you had wanted to watch Jackie come undone on the other woman’s cock you were utterly lost in your own world as she started to eat you out, your pussy throbbing around nothing as pleasure began to shoot through you.

“Oh my god…” you groaned, your head falling back as you hands began to wander you own body, aching for something to latch onto as Jackie’s lips wrapped around your clit. “Fuck!”

Each time Emily circled her hips, or began to toy with the other woman’s clit, Jackie’s moans got louder and longer, vibrating right into your cunt. Her nose would brush against your clit, rubbing at it as her tongue explored as much of your dripping pussy as she could. Your hands pinched at your nipples, rolling them between your fingers as you rode her face, matching the pace that Emily was fucking her. Jackie’s tongue flicked at your clit again and you gasped.

“Fuck.”

“That’s it.” Emily husked from behind you, thrusting harder into her, “she likes that, keep going.”

Jackie’s mouth latched around your clit and you shuddered, your thighs trembling around her head and you could almost feel her lips curving up into a smirk. Her hand snuck between your legs, sinking two fingers into you, curling immediately and you moaned, this one louder than the last.

“Keep that up and you’ll make her come.” Emily urged, and Jackie didn’t waste a single second.

Her tongue pressed harder, dancing its patterns faster as her hand began to move quicker, her free hand gripped your waist so tight you knew there would be marks tomorrow. She pulled you down so tight onto her face if you’d been thinking straight you would have been worried about suffocating her but all you could think about was the way your pussy was clenching around her fingers, how her hot mouth felt on your cunt and the noises of Emily fucking her harder and faster with each time you ground down onto her face.

“Oh my god…oh my god…” you weren’t sure how much longer you were going to be able to stay upright, your hips jolting as pleasure soared through your body.  Your hands scrambled to catch yourself on the mattress, clawing at the bedspread as Jackie continued to hold you down, her fingers fucking into you faster as what you thought was your oncoming orgasm suddenly resurged up again, building even higher and hotter under your skin until she sucked on your clit again and you cried out, thighs shaking around her head.

Your entire body shuddering you were finally able to break free from her grasp, collapsing down onto the bed beside her with your chest heaving as she panted, a sly grin on her lips as she was more than satisfied with her work.

“That’s it sweet girl.” Emily praised, her hands soothing up Jackie’s thighs as the other woman was able to fully focus on her pleasure.

“Fuck…harder… please.”

Emily’s hips rocked forward, a particularly sharp thrust that had Jackie gasping for air and you chuckled softly, rolling onto your stomach to cage her into the bed. Your lips caught hers, tongue dipping into her mouth to suck your own juices off her tongue, swallowing down each others moans. Giving her a chance to breathe, your mouth made its way down her neck, sucking and biting into the crook of it while she let out more noises.

“God,” Emily groaned, “you look so fucking good taking my cock. Such a pretty girl.”

Jackie could do nothing but whine in response, her senses on fire at the multiple touches against her skin. Your free hand quickly sunk between her legs, beginning to play with her clit in the same speed Emily was fucking her, alternating between pressing hard or rubbing softly.

“Can feel you trembling baby.” You murmured into her neck before biting down hard and she groaned, her hips launching up off the bed. “You gonna come for us? Let us see how fucking hot you look?”

“Fuck.” She muttered, “s-close.”

“Mmhmm.” Your tongue swiped at the already darkening mark on her skin before sucking at it again and she whimpered.

Emily’s hand was suddenly on top of yours, pressing down even harder against Jackie’s clit, urging you to rub faster and she circled her hips again. The small circle along with the combined pressure of both of your hands was all it took for Jackie to be crying out, her body shaking as it jolted off the bed and she hit her peak. Your hand softly trailed up her body as you gently kissed across her skin, finger tips drawing patterns while she panted.

“That’s it…” you cooed, “so good for us.”

“Such a pretty girl.” Emily murmured, her hips slowing and she fully sunk into Jackie one last time, holding there for a moment, “takes it so well even from two at once.”

“Mmhmm.” You nodded, placing a gentle kiss on her collarbone, “kinda gives me ideas.”

“Really?” Jackie asked breathlessly, her eyes cracking open, a small smirk on her lips.

“Ones I just know you’d like.” You teased, leaning over her with a grin and when Emily pulled out you capture her lips in a kiss, muffling the whine.

Emily disappeared into the bathroom for a minute, no doubt cleaning off the toy leaving it to dry and freshening up, coming back a few moments later wrapped in a fuzzy robe. Opening the mini fridge she picked out a few bottles of water, passing them over to you to take a few sips.

“Christ…” Jackie muttered with a small laugh, “that was not how I expected my night to end.”

“Not expected maybe, but it was what you were hoping for.” You laughed back.

“I told myself I would stay for one drink, just happened to be a lucky one.” She retorted, “I was there for business. Speaking of,” lifting her wrist to check her watch she let out a sigh, pushing up to sitting, “I’ve got an early meeting, I need to get going.” Slipping off the bed, she quickly redressed herself, scooping up her purse before leaning over the bed, leaving a kiss on your lips, “I’ll see you.”

“Mmhm.”

Crossing to Emily she left a kiss on her cheek, “thanks. Here’s hoping to running into you again.”

“Only time will tell.” She smirked, watching as the other woman vanished from the hotel room.

You let out a sigh, finally sitting up from the bed, groaning as you stretched out your body before disappearing into the bathroom. In the short time it took you to freshen up, remove your make up and brush your teeth Emily had ridden herself of the robe, opting to slip under the sheets naked instead. She was about to pick up the remote when you spoke,

“You know… something doesn’t totally feel fair.” You stated as you climbed back into the bed.

“What? That she just gets to leave?”

“No.” You laughed and she caught the devilish gleam in your eye, “you didn’t get come…”

Your hands were on her hips before she even realized it, letting out a quiet shriek as you flipped her onto her back with a wicked grin on your lips. Though there was no time to even think about protesting, your mouth and hands were on her before she could even think, eagerly and very energetically repaying her for all of the pleasure she’d given out that night.

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[dark-frosted-heart]

He Doesn’t Know That I Turned into an Animal - Roger Barel (Premium End)

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this. None of my translations are proofread until a day after posting

Roger: Can you follow this scent too?

Roger held out a white handkerchief to me.

(This is the handkerchief I lent to Roger on a mission…!)

(Could it be that the one he’s looking for is me…?)

Roger: I have sharp ears, so I was listening for the voice of this handkerchief’s owner, as well as her heartbeat and footsteps. But I haven't been able to hear anything. So…please. Help me find her.

(Last night you were listening for me…)

(Why did I assume that he wouldn’t?)

(I want to tell him that I’m right here since he’s so worried about me!)

I led Roger to my room.

Roger: The scent led you to this room?

Kate: Arf! (Yes!)

Roger: …Any clue where she went after?

I made laps around my room. I wanted to convey to Roger that the scent couldn’t be traced out of this room.

Roger: You’re telling me that Kate never left her room…? No…that’s not right. She left without anyone noticing?

(Yes! You’re doing great, Roger!)

I’ve been wondering about how I ended up like this, but…

I think the cause was me touching some kind of chemical while cleaning up the infirmary.

The things Roger researches range from useful to questionable.

The fact that he had a drug that could turn a person to an animal shouldn’t be a surprise.

(Since Roger’s the one that manages the drugs, he should be aware of the possibility of me turning into a corgi…!)

Roger: …Like if she could disappear like Liam, or transform, then no one would notice her.

(You’re pretty sharp, Roger…!)

Roger: As an animal, the lil’ lady wouldn’t be able to say anything or call for help…

(You’re getting there, Roger!!)

Roger: And then a cute female corgi just so happens to show up… Meaning you’re— 

Kate: Arf! (I’m Kate!)

I met Roger’s eyes and barked to make it sink in. However…

Roger: … No, that’s impossible…

Roger looked away from me, throwing the answer he worked toward out.

Roger: This is bad. I don’t have a clue.

(You’re kidding me…All that work and you’re not putting it together?!)

From experience, I knew Roger was knowledgeable and open-minded.

Normally it’s impossible to turn into an animal, but I thought he’d consider it.

(How do I tell you…?)

Roger: Hmm… I should write down what I know so that I can find Kate…

Roger took out a notepad from his pocket and started writing things down.

Maybe he was writing down things he noticed while looking for me.

(...It felt like Roger was analyzing things just then, but maybe I was imagining things?)

(In any case…I can’t give up! I’ll keep trying until I get through to Roger!)

And so I used all of my corgi brain power…

I tried to tell Roger that this corgi was Kate.

I tried to use the typewriter… (My dog paws were too big)

I tried to use the piano to show that I was human inside… (William praised me for being a genius, though as a dog)

I tried to show the mystery novel where people and animals swapped places… (Harrison tossed me out his room)

After numerous failed attempts, the sun set— 

By the time I returned to the infirmary, I was completely exhausted.

(What can I do…)

Ale: Arf? (What’re you trying so hard for?)

Kate: Awoo…(I want to tell Roger that I’m Kate…)

Ale: Woof woof? (That guy can’t understand us though?) …Woof, woof (...Sometimes Roger gives me a sad smile)

(Huh…?)

Ale: Awoo…(Maybe he still thinks about how he couldn’t wake my previous owner up) Woof, woof? (I enjoy being with Roger, but I can’t tell him that you know?)

Kate: Woof… (Ale…)

(Until now, I’ve always thought that it was important to deliver people’s thoughts and feelings. But as a fairytale keeper…)

(...I’m now in a position where I can’t no matter what I try, so I understand the pain better now) 

Ale: Woof! (There’s no point in moping. Let’s eat some snacks!)

(Snacks…?)

Ale: Arf? (Hey Roger, what do you have there? In your pocket!) Woof… (It’s been rustling for a while now…)

What Roger’s been repeatedly taking out of his pocket was just a notepad.

Every time I did something, Roger would take it out and jot something down.

Ale: Woof?! Woof! (Do you have tasty treats in your pocket?! Give it here!)

It seemed that Ale mistook Roger’s notepad for a treat or something.

Suddenly, Ale jumped high and the notepad fell out of Roger’s pocket.

Roger: Ah, Ale!

Ale: Woof… (What the…This isn’t a treat…)

The notepad fell open on a page…and I happened to catch what was written on it.

“Animal transformation curse observation record…Subject: Kate”

And then the page turned thanks to Ale’s paw touching the notepad.

(...Hm?! This…)

“She understands human speech, but can’t speak due to having a dog’s vocal chords.”

“To reveal her identity, she played the piano and tried to show me a novel. She’s kept her memories from when she was human.”

His notes were filled with information related to me as an animal.

Kate: Arf…? (Roger…?)

I stared hard at Roger and quickly put his notepad away.

Kate: Arf! Arf?! (This! This is my record, isn’t it?!)

Roger: Ah…You saw, lil’ lady?

Kate: Arf! Arf?! (Just now! Did you say “lil’ lady”?!) Grrr…(You noticed that I’m Kate, didn’t you…!)

Roger: Can’t understand what you’re saying, but I know you’re angry.

Kate: Arf! (Explain!)

Roger: You probably want an explanation now?

Roger sat down on a chair in the infirmary and began his explanation.

Roger: I didn’t notice that you turned into a dog until this morning. When you led me to your room after smelling the handkerchief… That’s when I finally realized that you might be a dog.

~~ Flashback ~~

Roger: As an animal, the lil’ lady wouldn’t be able to say anything or call for help…

(You’re getting there, Roger!!)

Roger: And then a cute female corgi just so happens to show up… Meaning you’re— 

Kate: Arf! (I’m Kate!)

Roger: No, that’s impossible…

~~ Flashback end ~~

(You did notice at that time…?!)

Roger: …This is probably why you became a dog)

Roger fetched a green bottle from a shelf.

Roger: This bottle has a “become whatever animal you want to be” drug. But…it was leaking because of a crack on the bottom, so you probably touched that while cleaning.

Kate: Woof…(Yeah…)

Roger: Also, I have a guess on how to turn you back. With a kiss…

(K-kiss…?)

Roger: Like in the fairy tales you know? A curse is broken with a kiss.

(If you knew that, then why…)

Roger: Why didn’t I turn you back immediately? So that I could study you, of course.

Those words reminded me of how Roger acted this morning.

~~ Flashback ~~

Roger: This is bad. I lue. Hmm…I should write down what I know so that I can find Kate…

~~ End flashback ~~

(At the time, I thought Roger’s tone was analytical…)

(I can’t believe you were pretending to take notes to find me when you were really just writing down your observations…!)

If Ale hadn’t jumped and Roger hadn’t dropped his notepad…

I would never have known.

Kate: Grr…Yip! Yip! (You…mad scientist! Egoist!)

Roger: What’d you expect me to do? It would've been such a waste to turn a valuable research subject back so soon. But I’ve done enough research for now, and I miss your human form. Shall we turn you back?

Kate: Grrrr…! (You’re the worst…!)

It’s true that Roger looked hard for me before realizing who I was.

Last night, he looked so serious while listening for me.

(But…that’s besides the point!)

(I worked so hard to make you realize who I was so it’s right for me to be angry that he decided to use me as a research subject!)

Ale: Woof…? (I don’t know what’s happening, but is it Roger’s fault?) Arf! (In that case, go all out!)

(Go all out…Yeah, let’s do that!)

Following what Ale said, I jumped onto Roger’s lap—

Roger: !

I kissed Roger on the lips.

I didn’t do this for Roger, but because I wanted things to go back to normal, but…

Maybe because I wasn’t used to having a corgi body, I only touched the corner of his lips.

I doubt this could be called a kiss.

(Will this really turn me back…? …Ah)

At that moment, my body grew hot…The corgi body started to shift.

Kate: Finally! I’m back…!

Roger: Ah…Lil’ lady, I don’t wanna say this, but…

Roger’s gaze on my body made me realize that I was naked.

Kate: D-don’t look!

I quickly wrapped myself in a blanket and huddled a corner of the infirmary.

Kate: Will you take responsibility for making me your research subject and bring me some clothes?

Roger: Yeah, no problem. But… Is that what all?

Roger pointed at my head and my body that was hidden by the blanket.

Kate: …? What do you mean— 

I casually touched the spot on my head that he was pointing to…And froze.

There was something coming out of my head that shouldn’t have been there.

Kate: W-what is this?!

I borrowed a mirror to check…

I still had corgi ears on my head and a short corgi tail on my butt.

Roger: Maybe because it wasn't a full kiss so it wasn’t a complete transformation. This really is interesting.

Kate: No way…! How do I turn back completely?!

Roger: Why not kiss me again?

Kate: It doesn’t have to be you, does it? All I need is a kiss.

Roger: If that person loves you, then it’s no problem.

Kate: Love…

Roger: Actually it has to do with the area of contact, the duration, and saliva composition… A loving, passionate kiss should do just the trick. A loving kiss is what breaks the curse in a fairytale after all.

(If that’s the case, then the half-hearted kiss only undid part of the transformation…)

Kate: Roger…do you…l-love me?

I felt oddly embarrassed asking that, and my voice was shaky.

Roger: Of course I do. You were so cute as a corgi.

Roger’s answer wasn’t really what I wanted to hear.

He probably knew what I was really asking and dodged the question on purpose.

Roger: Is that all you wanted to ask? Then go ahead and kiss someone else?

Kate: …

I was angry with Roger for knowing who I was but not saying anything about it because of research.

That’s why I wanted to kiss someone besides him…

(...Why can’t I move my legs?)

Roger: Just so you know… If you leave this room with those cute corgi ears and tail, you’re gonna run into some troublesome men. Not everyone in this castle’s a gentleman. Since research’s my priority, it’d be safer to kiss me.

Kate: Why are you saying stuff to make me stay?

Roger: It doesn’t feel good watching someone you’re fond of wagging their tail for someone else. It’s only natural.

(I can’t take this anymore…)

(I should be angry with Roger, but more than that…)

(I really want to kiss him)

Surely this was just an after-effect of Roger doting on me when I was a dog…

That’s what I told myself.

Kate: Okay… Since you took care of me while I was a dog, I’ll take care of you.

Roger: That so? Thanks.

The moment I saw Roger’s satisfied smile, my tail started wagging under the sheet.

(What am I so happy for!?)

Roger: But before a kiss to turn you back— —Let me do a thorough examination of your body.

[meadowfics]

OHH could you some seo-ah and byeol headcanons. I FEEL LIKE THEY HAVE SUCH A CUTE SISTER BOND TBH despite their age difference!!

YES AWWW I loved writing this!!!

seo-ah and byeol's bond: headcannons

keep in mind, seo-ah is five years old and byeol is still around 7months old

seo-ah absolutely adores being the older sister.

she takes pride in the title and will remind anyone who will listen that she is the big sister.

when byeol was first brought home from the hospital, seo-ah insisted on being the first one to “show her around the house,” even though the baby couldn’t comprehend any of it.

she took her to every room..

well actually, she made dae-ho carry byeol around while seo-ah walked in front of him...

and whispered introductions like

“this is the couch, we sit here,”

and

“this is the kitchen. mommy makes yummy food here. however, she can't for a few weeks since she needs to recover from brining you into earth”

even in the early days when byeol did nothing but sleep and cry, seo-ah would sit next to her bassinet and just talk to her.

she would tell her stories about daycare, about her dolls, and just how excited she was for her to get bigger.

one of the first moments of jealousy happened during a quiet evening when you were holding byeol and feeding her.

seo-ah walked up, frowned, and whispered,

“you always hold her…”

you gently pulled her close and reminded her that she used to be held just like this, and she still is, every single day.

after a short cuddle session with you and byeol, she felt better again.

when daeho plays with byeol, seo-ah often squeezes her way in between them like a human wedge.

“appa, can you play with me and the baby?”

she just wants to make sure she’s never left out.

during tummy time, seo-ah lays beside byeol and mimics her poses.

“look! i can do tummy time too!”

she’ll say while kicking her legs back and forth dramatically to entertain her little sister.

seo-ah always wants to help feed her baby sister.

even though byeol is still bottle-fed, seo-ah will hold the bottle with both hands, overly focused and proud when byeol drinks without fussing.

seo-ah holds byeol in the cradle position when she feeds her, which is a loving sight to you and dae-ho, since byeol looks up at seo-ah with confusion yet so much love.

she once tried to put a pair of her old sneakers on byeol’s feet.

they were hilariously too big, but she insisted.

“she needs soccer shoes so she can play with me!”

when you explained that byeol couldn’t walk yet, seo-ah blinked in disbelief

“but… she’s got legs!”

the first time byeol giggled while looking at seo-ah, the little girl screamed with joy and ran around the room yelling

“she loves me! she really loves me!”

seo-ah likes to sing to byeol, completely off-key lullabies or just silly songs she makes up.

one of them is literally just “baby byeol, baby star” repeated over and over to the tune of twinkle twinkle little star.

seo-ah often pretends to be byeol’s “teacher,” placing picture books in front of her and dramatically flipping pages while explaining things like, “this is a dog. he barks. woof! understand, baby sis?”

when byeol gets fussy and cries, seo-ah is the first to run over with her favorite pacifier or toy and say, “it’s okay, i’m here. omma is coming. don’t cry, baby.”

there was a time when byeol accidentally yanked on seo-ah’s hair, and while she shrieked a little in pain.

however, she immediately turned around and reassured everyone, “it’s okay! she didn’t mean it. she’s just a baby.”

if anyone aka even a stranger at the market, comments on byeol’s cuteness, seo-ah immediately beams and says, “that’s my sister!”

she tells people she’s going to teach byeol how to kick a soccer ball “as soon as she learns how to stand.”

she’s already drawn up an imaginary training schedule.

she loves picking out byeol’s outfits.

she’ll bring you two completely mismatched ones and say, “she looks best in this one, trust me.”

she sometimes tries to read bedtime stories to byeol, sitting on her little stool and showing the pictures to the baby as if she’s giving a presentation.

“look! that’s a bunny! he hops!”

whenever you or daeho asks who her favorite person is, seo-ah always gives the same answer: “you and appa and byeol. we’re a family.”

she once asked if byeol could sleep in her bed.

“i’ll take care of her, i promise!”

you and daeho said no, but the heart behind the question made them melt.

during family movie nights, seo-ah insists that byeol be swaddled and sitting right next to her.

she’ll even share her snacks (the soft ones, the ones that don’t pose a choking hazard).

when you are busy, seo-ah proudly announces “i’m in charge of the baby!”

she sits by byeol like a little bodyguard with a plastic sword from one of her costumes.

they already have matching outfits for special occasions.

tiny pink dresses, little soccer jerseys, and pajamas with the same print.

daeho often watches the two of them and just smiles to himself.

it’s like seeing a softer version of his wife in the baby and a bold, expressive version of himself in seo-ah.

one of his favorite things is seeing how often byeol stares at her big sister.

it is with pure admiration, her eyes light up every time seo-ah enters the room.

that is everything to him and to you.

masterlist

[letslipthehounds]

Growing Up Wrecker 15/?

Woof. It's been a while. Sorry about that. Life… happened. I didn't have a lot of time to write, and when I did, I wasn't really in a good headspace to write for a while.

That might be why this chapter has some parts that are more melancholy than previous chapters. I hope you still enjoy it.

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Ratchet was not going to say anything to Orion, but he looked so much like Pax now. It wasn’t hard to look at him, far from it. But he kept expecting Orion to call him Old Friend, or to give him a look that told Ratchet he thought the doctor was being foolish.

Orion never did, of course. He was still too young to ever think that his doctor was foolish. And he was a good bit, he’d never say anything even if he did.

But now, with his altmode, he looked even more like Orion Pax.

Ratchet took a picture, and… hating himself all the while, contacted the only other mech who would understand.

“I did not expect to hear from you, Doctor,” Megatron said.

“I… you are one of the very few left alive who I can talk to about this,” Ratchet said. “Orion got his first altmode this week,” he added. “He chose to be a hauler.”

Megatron stiffened. “How… how much…”

“Almost exactly like a youngling Orion Pax would have looked like,” Ratchet interrupted. “I… needed to talk to someone. Most everyone else only knew him after he received the Matrix. It hurts, to see him like this. I keep expecting him to respond to me like… like Pax would have. Even though I know he won’t.”

Megatron sighed. “Doctor, I don’t know if I can help you. I can listen. And perhaps give you some advice. But young Orion does not need to know about this.”

“Of course not,” Ratchet said. “I would never tell him,” he added. “Orion does not need our expectations of who he used to be.”

“No, he doesn’t,” Megatron agreed. “Do… can I see images, if you have any? I never met Orion when he was this young. But I wonder if what I imagine is close to the truth.”

“I’ll ask Magnus,” Ratchet responded. “I don’t think he’ll say no, but Orion is his charge.”

Megatron didn’t look happy, but he didn’t argue. “Tell me, Doctor… is he happy?”

Ratchet smiled slightly. “Yes, he is,” he said.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Most didn’t remember it, but Ultra Magnus had known Orion Pax. Not well, but he’d been assigned to guard the archives a few times, and had been at that long-ago fateful council meeting. He’d walked out of it at Orion’s back, and that was when Orion had started teaching him how to truly be a leader.

He’d known Orion Pax for more than a vorn when Orion had journeyed down to the core and received the Matrix. In all that time, Magnus had never wondered what Orion had been like as a youngling, but raising a youngling with Pax’s spark was giving him a good idea.

Orion was currently zooming around the youngling track at the local racing park. He wasn’t able to keep up with Wildbreak, whose altmode was sportier and more aerodynamic, but that didn’t seem to bother either of them.

Magnus watched the small hauler occasionally hook up to the practice trailers at the park and pull them for a few laps before dropping them back off to the side and go back to chasing the tiny racer.  Or being chased by the tiny racer, it was hard to tell.

“He looks a lot like Pax did,” Magnus said. “Smaller, still, but…”

“I never knew Pax,” Knock Out said. “But I’m not surprised.”

“Neither am I,” Magnus admitted.

Knock Out laughed as Wildbreak misjudged and nearly rammed into Orion from behind. She’d had to transform and summersault over him. A second later, Orion had to do the exact same thing as she wasn’t going fast enough any longer.

Very quickly after that, they were surrounded by other younglings who wanted to know how they’d done it. Magnus was fairly certain neither of them were entirely sure.

“Sometimes, I wonder if the other younglings had lives before this,” Knock Out mentioned. “I’ve never bothered to try to do any spark matching, it’s not really all that important, but I’ve wondered.”

I would be very surprised if Orion is the only one,” Magnus said. “He is unique, but I doubt he is that unique.”  He sighed. “Orion!” he called. “If you’re going to teach them, get off the track!”

The knot of younglings looked up and they all glanced at each other. Instead of leaving the track, they all transformed back into their vehicle modes and started racing again.

“Ah, younglings,” Knock Out said.

“Indeed,” Magnus responded. They watched for a while longer, and finally, Magnus noticed it. Orion was slowing down, and so was Wildbreak.

Magnus checked his chrono, and nodded. “We should probably head out,” he told Knock Out. “Orion will be tired tonight, and I think that he needs a chance to calm down or I’ll never get him into his berth tonight.”

Knock Out chuckled. “You’re probably right,” he admitted. “Wildbreak too.”

“Orion!” Magnus called. When he knew he had Orion’s attention, he gestured over. Orion exited the track and transformed. He walked over with a bounce in his step. Yes, he was definitely overexcited. Magnus wasn’t upset, though. It wasn’t every day that a mech got his first altmode.

“It’s time to go,” Magnus said.

“Awww…” to his credit, while Orion was clearly and audibly disappointed, he didn’t argue.

Wildbreak finished her lap and followed Orion over.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Orion asked.

“No,” Knock Out said. “We’re heading for Kaon for the day. You two can play the day after,” he added.

Orion nodded.

Magnus nodded as well. “Good luck in Kaon,” he said.

Knock Out smiled. “Thank you,” he replied. “Come on, Wildbreak, let’s get some energon in you.”

At those words, Orion paused. “Magnus can we…”

“We’ll stop and get some goodies,” Magnus said. “Today’s a big day, after all.”

Orion cheered.

Magnus smiled. Yes, he’d never considered what Pax had been like as a youngling, but he had a good idea now… and he cherished every minute of it.

~~~~~~~~~

Yeah. Once again, sorry it's been so long. Since the last time I updated this fic, I had a death in the family, some pretty crazy work hours, got slammed by a hurricane, and moved several hundred miles away from where I lived. My September was particularly bad, being the month where I had both the death in the family and the hurricane.

Yeah. It's been a busy 6-7 months. And I can't promise faster updates (though I will try).

But for now, until next time!

[itsallmouthwashing]

Tulpar Band AU- Character descriptions/some lore PART 2

Uh okay fellas- I had to use piccrew since I'm bad at art (good thing @living-stain is keeping me fed WOOF) and I'll include some more facts about them! This is part 2 of the Tulpar Band AU character descriptions! (Part 1)

(MAYBE I NEED TO CLARIFY MAYBE NOT BUT THE ART IS DONE MY @living-stain!!!!!!! Please show him some love!!)

JIMMY ZARE- Scream Vocals and Guitar

Learned guitar pretty early in life. His parents would often drop him at the local YMCA and he took an instant interest to making music. One of the instructors there also taught him how to write songs and write music!

That instructor also listened to a lot of metal music! Little Jimmy was fascinated with it and demanded the instructor teach him how to do the monster voice thing. (Instructor learned how, just for him) (Jimmy ate up every bit and even made notes in his journal!)

Has perfect pitch! It drives him crazy sometimes when he hears a sound- any sound- and can immediately know what note it is. Although, sometimes the crew will 'test' him. They'll make random noises and ask to identify it

Music was a great outlet for him, so all of his songwriting is very personal to him and exposing himself was something he had to come to terms with if he wanted to start a band and use his songs

he starts a journal of songs and notes about making music and carries it with him almost everywhere. It's where all of his lyrics are stored, where all of his feelings are stored. They have no place in his heart, so they must be put somewhere else

Started smoking cigarettes at age 9 when he snuck one out of his parent's stash. They caught him, but just gave him his own pack and lighter in response (shitty Jimmy parents that I created, when I get you- Jimmy's parents when I get you-)

Becomes a dealer at the high school but low-key only sells to people he trusts (aka people he knows for sure are stoners and don't want to ruin the one plug that will sell to them)

Curly gets him to stop when they form Tulpar, but Jimmy still gets supplies for the two of them (he doesn't know WHERE Daisuke heard about him still selling, but it leads to Tulpar's full formation so whatever)

Smashed some motherfucker's guitar on their first day of high school. Yes, Jimmy was bragging about having perfect pitch, but he didn't expect so many goddamn kids to want him to tune their guitars for class. So when this kid with too blond hair and a grating fucking accent, he finally had enough, and all the annoyance and impatience came out in a violent swing to the ground with that kid's guitar in hand

GRANT CURLY- Main Vocals and Guitar

Picked up guitar the summer before he moved to America. His freshman year of high school is when he was able to commit the most of his time to practice and learned how to play through school

First day of school had his guitar smashed. He brought his own from home not knowing there would be instruments provided, and the kid who smashed it had to pay Curly and his family himself to replace it (Curly parents could replace it no problem, it wasn't a financial thing. And Curly feels bad about this fact for 0.2 seconds before he's searching for new guitars on the internet)

Always had a knack for singing. His dad was actually in a band when Curly was growing up, and while his dad played drums he loved to sit in on practice and sing along.

Karaoke? What was that blond blur just now? That was Curly getting first in line

Develops an alt style thanks to Jimmy, molds it to a more 'classy' look by wearing button-downs and suit pieces (someone said he looked great in a button-down and he decided it was the only thing he would wear ever)

Jimmy got him hooked on cigarettes during their freshman year of high school. He literally cannot got thirty minuets without a cigarette. He's insecure about the smell that lingers on him, so he also carries a bottle of cologne with him almost everywhere

DAISUKE JUAREZ - Drums and Synth/Keyboard

Had an interest in piano when he was younger and kept up with it as he learned drums at 12

Between piano lessons and school, he played baseball at his after-school care program. He really enjoyed it, playing baseball through middle and high school and eventually getting a scholarship based on his skill! he has to juggle Tulpar and his college baseball career, so sometimes they need to schedule around Daisuke

His parents are stupid rich and have lots of connections in production. Both parents work in Hollywood (as what? Beats me him!)

Daisuke is sent to a new high school when he turns 18 (which is junior year. his parents let him finish the year but send him to a state of his choosing to finish high school and experience life on his own) (yes they spy on him through Swansea)

Clicks with Anya instantly when he find out they both just moved to the state the same year. Quickly finds out she's a little bit of a goody-two-shoes (he changes his)

ANYA MUSUME

Picked up bass when she was 13 when she started listening to music. Honestly, she felt bass was a super underrated instrument (and that it was harder to pick up than other instruments). Her dad bought her first bass!

It's been Anya and her father for as long as she could remember. Her mom stayed behind in their home country (I'll figure it out) as they all planned to move to America, but she never made it to them. She suddenly became ill and passed away. This all happened when Anya was very young, so she has little memory of it. But her father does break down when she names her bass after her mom :)

Her and her father moved to a different state during her senior year of high school for reasons unknown to her. Sometimes she overheard hushed phone calls in the kitchen, or notices his shifting eyes in public spaces.

She meets Daisuke in a business studies class and the two take on the first few weeks of school together! It's not until Daisuke tells her that there's someone on campus that sells the good shit and they agree to meet at the dealer's spot that they meet Jimmy and Curly!

Curly and Daisuke have Gym at the same time, so that interaction was nice ("Word?" "Word." "I didn't know you were chill like that.")

The four of them hang out plenty after that!

SWANSEA (LASTNAME?)- Manager (I COULDNT FIND A GOOD PICCREW IM SORRY :(

Part of Pony Express Record's staff of managers. They refuse to hire more, so usually managers are looking after two or more bands at a time. This is also true for Swansea!

Daisuke's parents call in a favor he's owed them for some time, and of course it's for their precious baby boy. And of course he can't say no

He oversee's Tulpar's progress as a unit, coaches them individually on what industry standards are for musicians and then as a group for synergy, blending, and other factors that could risk their signing.

No matter how many times Swansea tells Jimmy his shit wont fly at P.E Records, Jimmy writes what he wants anyways. And the band rallies behind him. And somehow it fucking works

On top of being Tulpar's manager, he also kinda becomes Daisuke's babysitter (on his parents wishes. "Well, you're going to be over there anyways! I don't see the big deal in reporting back to us about what he's- how he's doing :)")

[climbthemountain2020]

2024 Fic Writer End of Year Roundup

Answer and then tag three or more creators to keep the game going!

(If you're in my answers consider yourself tagged if you'd like to play!!)

1. How many words did you publish on AO3 in 2024?

437,868! 

My goal was 100k hahaha I got a little carried away.

2. How many fics did you complete this year?

14 fully completed and posted!

3. How many in progress or ongoing fics did you start this year?

Woof. Lol, one actively in progress fic of just my own, one surprise sequel for January that's done but not posted, one timeloop that’s still going strong, and countless WIPs because I have no self control. Plus three books in various states of completion.

4. What was your favorite thing you wrote?

I think Hope of Spring is closest to my heart because it was my very first. I kind of picked up writing in January for the first time since high school, and having it be somewhere where people could actually see it for the first time and, more than that, liked it, was so insane to me. Sentimentally, that would be my favorite. 

But I think I had the most fun with Flame of Autumn and Your Eyes Whisper Have We Met!

5. What piece was your most experimental or different from your usual style?

Azris! I have never ever written mlm before, and I took it on as an alt in the gift exchange (If Only In My Dreams). I’ve read SO much Azris, but it was my first time writing it and I had such a blast.

6. Did any fics surprise you - either while writing or their reception?

Absolutely Your Eyes Whisper Have We Met. I was so intimidated to start my little feysand one shot because the big feysand writers were who tempted me into the fandom so hard in late 2023. I felt like there was no way I could do it justice, then the “one shot” became 150k lol

7. Do you have a fic you wrote and loved that went under the radar? (This is your sign to reblog/repost it!)

For sure my Helion x Lady of Autumn fic Love You Like Oxygen. I LOVED writing that fic, I just think it’s in a real niche area, but I’m always so pleased when people find it and like it!

8. Who is an artist that inspired you?

This list is endless

@velidewrites @jadedbugart @witchlingsandwyverns @laxibbeb and absolutely a million more. I have such awe for the artists in this fandom--everyone blows me away!

And in terms of moodboards and other creative joys, @octobers-veryown has a talent for it that I cannot comprehend. Truly--every thing is a masterpiece. Did you see her gift exchange bookmarks??

9. Who is an author that inspired you?

I could not possibly name every one haha.

Before actively joining the fandom, I was busy fangirling over @popjunkie42 @the-lonelybarricade @rosanna-writer @separatist-apologist @thesistersarcheron and many others.

Once I joined, that group became infinitely larger! I will read anything by @witch-and-her-witcher @wilde-knight @missfckingfortune @beesays @cauldronblssd @iftheshoef1tz @chunkypossum @secret-third-thing @acourtofladydeath @tunaababee @belabellissima @shardminds @damedechance @foundress0fnothing

and a trillion others. I will say until my dying breath that I think this fandom has some of the most absolutely insanely talented writers in the world.

Special shoutout to @ablogofsapphicpanic for her brave take on my favorite piece of fiction this year.

10. Who is a new author you discovered?

Okay literally everyone though since I was brand new. I am SO inspired by the talent I see on the daily in the fandom. It’s insane to me what so many of you can do.

11. Did you do any collaborations? How did it start?

Timeloop with the @feysand-hivemindhivemind has been a real joy! We’ve had so much fun running with our crazy ideas this year (shout out to @gaeleria) 

12. What accomplishments are you proudest of?

Everything haha. I was just a new tumblr baby in January. I’ve been reading on Ao3 since middle school, but this was the first year I made my own account to write (I was bookmarking in a spreadsheet in Excel SOS)

My only goal for this year was to write a fic, aim for 100k, and publish it online. 

Art wasn’t even on the table in January, and neither were all the incredible friendships I’ve made here. Frankly, that has been the most important part of all this!

13. What did you learn about writing or creating this year?

That while it IS a wonderful way to improve your craft or should also always be a way to have FUN. I've improved so much this year, but more importantly, I have had such a blast and made so many lifelong friends. That's been the real joy from writing this year.

14. Any advice you’d like to share with new or aspiring writers?

A few things!! First, just jump in!

So much of the fun, experience, and worshipping of writing is just in getting the thoughts on paper. I'm a big outlined, but they're SLOPPY in that first draft. I get an idea and I just brain dump the absolute fuck out of it in a Google doc. There's not a chronological order, not any real storyline yet, just all the things as they come to me so I don't forget them. Having that word vomit step is really vital for me to get everything down. 

Of course I go back later and fix it all up, but oftentimes just getting it on paper is what I need to get going, even if it's ugly on that first draft. 

The same applies to when I get stuck in my writing. Sometimes I get in a space where it feels like nothing is working. Because I hate myself, I'm not one to step away for a bit. Instead I just wrote nonsense until things start taking shape– I don't worry about grammar or anything like that until later. Something about returning to that info dump helps me break out of the funk!

Last but not least, don't worry about the interpretations of others. There are ALWAYS going to be people who don't see the characters the way you do. That's the beauty and joy of reading! But that shouldn't stop you from writing what inspires you! You like a soft Eris? A mean Eris? Do it! You think Azriel is secretly a softie or a huge dick? You want to write the Tamlin healing arc you wish to see in the world? YOU SHOULD. Write what you feel and who cares if there are people who don't like it? 

So clearly my best advice is just to write it, lol. As with all my fics, I could have been more concise and chose not to be 🤣

15. What are your creative goals for 2025?

I really want to focus on not doing a million long projects at once 😅 it won't happen, but it'll be a nice dream. 

Overall, I think I just hit the scene very over excited this year and I burned myself out a bit at the end trying to do everything. I think I gotta set myself some boundaries for how much I'm wanting to do versus how much is a healthy and reasonable amount 😅

I'd also love to experiment with some new pairings and styles too!

[waitmyturtles]

THE MORNING AFTER: ONLY FRIENDS, EPISODE 11 -- 1 OUTTA 3 AIN'T BAD

Preamble! I had a HELL of a day yesterday, woof. So if this comes out garbled, y'all will know why. I'll try to keep this short, but... I'm likely lying to myself, let's see.

TW: FORCEBOOK -- I'm going to say a few words about ForceBook below, so if words about ForceBook are not your thing, please move along!

I'm gonna start this post with thoughts on the three main pairs, and then get some last little thoughts out at the end.

a) I have a feeling that I don't need to write THAT much, because the lovelies @lurkingshan (here), @neuroticbookworm (here), and @chicademartinica (here) all covered the top points of this episode nicely: this episode was a BostonNick WIN. On Nick, dear Chica nailed it so hard that I will have to link AND screenshot her m'fucker:

And Boston, BOSTON, MY MAN! MY MAN! MY MAN!

(Nick says the first line below, with Boston saying the second:)

Fuckin' a. There are two reasons why I STANNED BostonNick in this episode.

1) First of all, as you see above, Nick still had to be a tiny bit of a shit. Nick was in Atom's shoes once. Nick remembers the feeling of having feelings for someone who didn't have feelings back for him. So Nick took a little passive aggressive dig at Boston by calling Boston's sex and predilections "terrible."

And Boston shot back at Atom -- and maybe indirectly at Nick -- with his perspective on sex: "[h]ow can you love me after sleeping together just once?"

I've written before (and forgive the foggy mom brain, but I believe @emotionallychargedtowel has also written on this), that the hormonal experience of sex can impact people in incredibly different ways. Some people, like Boston, feel no connection with the person he's slept with after sex; other people, like Nick and Atom, catch feelings. All of it is normal.

What happened in the dialogues that we were privy to earlier in the series vis à vis Nick and Atom was that WE, the audience, heard THEIR perspectives, and the narratives allowed US to contemplate sympathizing for them -- by playing off of a general assumption that an audience would JUDGE people like Boston for having casual sex. Boston's positions on sex (heh) pissed off people like Nick and Atom! So Boston got fuckin' wiretapped and smeared by these dudes.

However: BOSTON REMAINED CONSISTENT, CONSTANT, AND ACCOUNTABLE to his position, AT ALL TIMES, that he wasn't someone who caught feelings after casual sex. I am sure for many sectors of the Only Friends audience, that this may not have been easy to parse, especially considering the very early and popular judgements levied against Boston. (For the record, I never took Boston as a predator, and I established my thoughts early in the series run on this as rhetoric about Boston's "badness" around sex was flying around. I'm a Khai girlie. Boys, girls, and non-binary friends can be playas, too, and deserve to enjoy their sex lives without judgement.)

What I UTTERLY admire about the pace of this series vis à vis BostonNick is that it took its TIME in establishing Boston's AGENCY to be able to LEVY his position on sex SO STRONGLY and CLEARLY, with Nick's support. While much of the series allowed the popular and condemning rhetoric to swirl around Boston, this scene put a fuckin' NAIL in that coffin. I believe this scene said: you can't only listen to one side, the crying, sobbing side of a person who wants another person after a one-night stand. You HAVE to listen to both sides. The hormonal aspect of wanting to be close to your sex partner is valid, but also -- if the other side is talking, you MUST listen to what the other side is SAYING.

Boston was always clear about his position -- and Nick and Atom HAD to take responsibility for their unreasonable demands from Boston after their one-night stands with him; unreasonable, because Boston CLEARLY stated to the both of them that he wasn't a relationship guy, and would not be forced into it. And both of them ignored those statements, and all hell broke loose, TWICE.

2) HOWEVER! Boston realized, after spending more time with Nick than with any other sex partner, and after he lost his friends, that he HAD caught feelings for his fave, his Nick! Remember last week, when I got all mewdy that MONOGAMY might be the dramatic device that the show would use to "redeem" Boston? BLECH.

DAMN, did this episode SPIN THAT AROUND for me. GOD, I LOOOOOOOOOOVED THAT CONVO WITH NICK AND BOSTON ABOUT FIGURING OUT THEIR STATUS!!!!!

Paraphrasing! "I want to spend the next few months loving on you," or whatever Boston says?! FUCK, YES! Nick, all OVER this, setting boundaries, allowing himself TIME and SPACE to figure out what's best for him, with both Dan and Boston! SHIT, MARK PAKIN SHOWED UP! Omg, BostonNick for the win.

My head's spinning, because that was seriously one of the BEST conversations I've seen written in a drama about the consideration of a relationship and a status check. That impressed me as much as Pharm asking Dean for a break in UWMA -- and then Pharm straight up LIVING HIS LIFE, BBQ pork grills and all, without Dean for a few months.

And. Boston was cool with Nick's boundaries and thoughtfulness. Boston knows what he wants, but he's not gonna push Nick into anything. Boston knows time is ticking, but will wait for Nick's answer.

It was so cool to see. My heart was full.

So that pairing, the NeoMark/BostonNick pairing -- SOLID.

b) Moving on! Thanks to @lurkingshan, I got clarity on what the fuq was happening with Sand and Boeing. At first, I thought Boeing was a little SHIT for showing up to Sand and stirring unnecessary drama in his ex's life after getting rejected by Mew. (Mond, though. 🤤)

But, as Shan pointed out to me in my insane day yesterday: Sand has a problem saying no to dudes. (Homey, RELATE.) So like, then they all go back to Ray's place, and Ray KNOWS that Sand has trouble setting boundaries and saying no, because that's what Sand's mom said to Ray, but also, that's the way Sand's been engaging with Ray himself, and Ray will DEF know what will be up if Sand gets closer to Boeing again, and Ray's like, uh, come into my pool so we can nip this in the bud?, but no, we know what Jojo's thinking, so.

I mean, have sex already, you three, chop chop. I see the FirstKhao gworls on my dash not happy about not having a complete episode of SandRay peace, which I get, but also, this continues to reiterate my bleh on Sand, which like -- get a backbone, Sand. You have a literal boyfriend now, and you're still not saying no to dudes? What if Mild strolled in for a foursome? (NO, DON'T TURN THAT DOWN, SAND, DON'T.) But I'm just saying -- maybe listen to a person in your life, like your mom, to set some boundaries, like your roommate. I'm throwing my hands up in the air on this one, but at least we may get our threesome, and, Mond.

c) Okay, last pair! TopMew. For a hot second, I was impressed with Top.

I liked this, ::waves index finger in a circle::, this worked.

But I have decided. I'm done with ForceBook. I just -- please remember the TW, FB girls. I'll get back to TopMew in a second as characters, but this was my first ForceBook show, and it might be my last. Watching them is as exciting to me as breaking down Amazon boxes.

We have seen Mew waffle this whole dang series. (WELCOME BACK, THE ONLY FRIENDS VENGEFUL WAFFLE! HEART YOU, @starryalpacasstuff!)

And there was more Mew waffling, more talking to moms, and Top is just like, I'm gonna peace out, DEUCES, and then, OF COURSE, HE COMES BACK INTO THE KITCHEN, LIKE HE NEVER LEFT THE HOUSE AFTER SAYING HE WOULD (I cackled), and then they're together in bed. And now they'll move in together.

This was a BIT of a storyline ride. But -- and I HAVE TO ADMIT, part of this is my tiredness talking -- I'm just kinda bored of ForceBook at this point. Do I actually get the sense that Top is *excited* about Mew moving in? Do I get the sense that Top and Mew *love* each other? I.... don't! Is it the chemistry between ForceBook? I.... I think so? I think so!

And, so... Mew will try to convince Ray to accept Top in the next episode? I dunno. (Episode 12 previews, we've learned to distrust them.) As much as I want to try to sit here to analyze TopMew at this point, I kinda just wanna throw my hands up in the air and be like, I'll leave these characters to fiction. And I think it's because I was unfortunately spoiled by the FANTASTIC chemistry emanating out of Neo, Papang, Mark, First, and Mond in this episode (MARK! MONNND. PAPANGGGG.).

I have to admit it, and I'm sorry to admit it. ForceBook do nothing for me, acting-wise and chemistry-wise, and I am done struggling with analyzing TopMew. I'll let 'em be.

d) Last thoughts! Bye, Cheum. We haven't had enough of Nonnie in this series, and I wanna see Nonnie as April dump Cheum's ass and break shit in episode 12, the way Nonnie's real-life brother goes and breaks shit on social media. Way to hold no one, including yourself, truthfully accountable, Cheum.

(What in the. I would love a Soonvijarn episode on Jojo's thoughts on Cheum one day.)

Anyway, bye, B.

THAT'S ALMOST IT! Ephemerality? I hope Boston makes a whole bunch of righteous new homies in NYC. This whole series has made me sick and tired of proximate friends, lol. We'd better see Mond suck face with Khao and First. Andddd, bleep, bloop, that's all I got!

HOME BASE NEXT WEEK, FAM!

[EPHEMERALITY SQUAD, second-to-last weekend meta for ya! @slayerkitty (SK... I am so tired, lol), @ranchthoughts, @chickenstrangers, @twig-tea, @neuroticbookworm, @lurkingshan, @distant-screaming, @clara-maybe-ontheroad, @thatgirl4815]

[throneofsapphics]

I love how you write rowaelin x reader and I had an idea of where rowaelin and reader have a dog(or multiple dogs cuz the more dogs the better) and they’re all just really cute. 💜

(I love all your writing btw)

a fluffy found family

Rowaelin x Reader

Warnings: none 

A/N: thank you for the request!! I love the idea of them having a pack of dogs 

Fleetfoot was still the leader of the pack, even with gray hairs spotting his muzzle. The other four ran around the garden - chasing each other, as fleetfoot let out the occasional woof. 

You sat next to him, sprawled out on a blanket, one hand lazily petting his head. You watched as one of the younger dogs cut across the yard, realizing it couldn’t run quite fast enough to catch the other, and barrelled into him, sending the other dog rolling in circles. You jumped to your feet, concern lighting your features - but he just stood back up, gave a big shake, and took off again. A huge sigh of relief left your stomach, as a warm hand laid on your shoulder. 

They were all different in size and shape, but each was as adorable as the other. According to you, and anytime someone tried to disagree - you would bite their head off for it. Nobody got to talk shit about your pups. All of them mutts, like Fleetfoot, and all ones you’d picked up off the streets. Rowan tried to put his foot down at three, but Aelin had cooed over the last puppy you snuck in - about six months ago, and he could never say no to both of you if you teamed up on him. 

“They’re still going at it,” Aelin murmured fondly from behind you, you leaned back into her, her arms wrapping around your stomach - chin propping on your shoulder. 

“It’s been a while.” 

Fleetfoot rose from his position, winding between both of your legs - knocking you off balance as he wedged himself between the two of you. This time, you stumbled backwards, ass hitting the ground. 

“Fleetfoot,” Aelin scolded him, and he turned to you - wide eyed, and trotted over to give a small lick to your cheek. 

“He didn’t mean it,” you scolded Aelin this time. 

“Picking him over me?” 

You frowned, looking down to see him, eyes gazing at you expectantly - as if he was waiting for you to say yes, obviously.

Aelin’s presence attracted the others, because they all came running back in a flood.

Your arms braced over your chin - preparing for the oncoming storm, but they all paused a foot or two away. It took you a moment to realize why. A wall of wind had gone up, separating the remaining three dogs from you. 

“Rowan,” you groaned. 

“Was I supposed to let you get mauled?” 

“They’d never maul me,” 

“Swarmed?” He corrected. 

You flopped on your back, turning enough to glare at him. Arms crossed, and green eyes lit with amusement, he stared down at you. 

“I’m mad at you now,” you weren’t - not really. The look in his eyes called your bullshit. 

The shield fell, and the dogs approached calmly this time. 

[bluestar22x]

Finding Eden: Chapter 5

Summary: You and Zach seek shelter and realize your feelings

Pairing: Zach Wellison x F!Reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Pining, romantic revelations, smut (unprotected/pull-out method), mentions of cum, fluff, fowl language

Word Count: 4,250(ish)

Author's Note: This took me longer to write than I wanted it to, but I'm so excited about this chapter for obvious reasons.

xxx

You thought it was a mirage at first, the distant cabin a brown blob that appeared and disappeared with the snow that was being wildly blown every which way by the whirling wind.

Caught in a snowstorm for days, despite the winter gear you'd collected over the last few weeks, you and Zach were unbearably cold and starving, the seasonal weather making it more and more difficult for you to keep comfortable and find enough food.

Athena fared better than either of you did in the elements, but inside the tent, in the middle of the night, you could hear her stomach rumbling just as loudly as yours was.

Signs of human civilization, or what was once, had been few and far in between since December began, and it only got worst as you entered the pristine wilderness along the British Columbia/Yukon border.

When you realized the cabin wasn't in your head you grabbed Zach's arm by the elbow and pointed it out. He was as relieved as you were to find it, but apprehensive. You wouldn't be able to stay long if you couldn't find food in the area or the cabin itself.

"At least we'll have shelter from the storm," you said as you approached the front door.

"At least," he agreed, twisting the handle.

The door didn't budge.

"It's locked."

Zach took a knife out of his pack and shattered its window without hesitance.

"Hopefully there's some nails around to help repair that," you commented.

"It was that or spend another night freezing outside," Zach told you as he walked into the cabin. "And there's a fireplace."

You barged in, gaping at the fireplace in the center of the decently sized cabin. "Holy shit! Now I'm convinced I'm dreaming."

Zach chuckled. "Want me to pinch you?"

"You'd better not," you warned, wandering around the place to examine the rest of the interior.

The cabin had a three room set up, the main room acting as a kitchen and living room combined, the second smaller room a bedroom with one twin bed, and a tiny bathroom that was squeezed between them. It wasn't anything to brag about, but it was much better than the tent.

"Looks like we can stay a while," Zach declared over his shoulder and you turned to join him in the kitchen, finding him standing by the cooking stove, pantry open. Over two dozen cans of a variety of foods were lined up inside.

"Unbelievable," you murmured before breaking out into a grin. "Dibs on the beef stew."

"There's more than one," he pointed out.

"I know."

He huffed. "Fine. I'm not big on it anyway."

He headed for the door and you frowned. "Where are you going?"

"There must be an axe around here somewhere," he replied. "I'm going to collect some wood and get a fire going so we don't have to eat cold food. Could cover the broken window with some of the pieces."

You nodded. "I'll see what else I can find in here while you do that."

He tipped his head back at you and glanced down at Athena, who was still standing on the doormat, shaking lingering snow off her body. "Stay here. Blijf."

She woofed quietly and let him by, watching him go just as you did.

Once he'd left, you started rummaging for supplies in the kitchen. There wasn't much besides the cans, some old water bottles and a twelve pack of beer that was probably too old to be any worth drinking. You'd smelled expired beer before. It had been truly awful.

You had better luck with non-kitchen items. There were several throw blankets in a storage bin by the two person couch that was facing the fireplace, medical and grooming supplies of all kinds in the bathroom, and a pocket lighter in the night stand alongside...

A pack of unopened condoms.

You felt your cheeks heat up, not because you were prudish, but rather because your first thought seeing them involved Zach. That he could probably use them.

With who? It's not like he's interested, you reminded yourself for the thousandth time.

You quickly snatched up the lighter and shut the drawer, heading back to the living room to throw yourself down on the couch. It was cold despite being made of fabric, but it was comfortable, well worn in a good way.

You'd have helped Zach outside, but you were wiped out, and what was supposed to be just two minutes of rest on the couch turned into something much longer when you dozed off and only stirred when he reentered the cabin.

"You won't believe what I found outside the shed out back," he said as he stomped snow off his boots at the door.

You rubbed your eyes and stood. "You found multiple axes?"

"Better."

He reached out for the main light switch by the door and flicked it on. To your astonishment the yellow light fixture above you activated.

Zach beamed at the stunned expression that formed on your face. "We have electricity. And running water, as long as the pipes don't freeze."

"How?"

"There's a generator," he told you, some excitement, hope, seeping into his voice. "And there's propane to refill it once it runs out. Enough for most of the winter if we're mindful of how much we use it."

As if to lead by example, he shut the light back off.

"I'll shut it completely once we're all settled in here."

"Are we thinking of staying the whole winter?" you inquired, raising your eyebrows.

He shrugged. "There's a lake out back. Fishing poles in the shed. If I can find some success in ice fishing, maybe. It would delay us, but it would be safer. If Eden exists, it'll be there in the spring."

You nodded. He was right, and you weren't in a rush. Time was one of those few commodities you had, after all.

"Anything else in the bag?"

Zach smiled a little mischievously and pulled an artificial spruce tree out of his pack. It was barely a foot tall and ran on batteries, seeing that he was able to turn on the multi-colored lights without plugging the decoration into the wall. There were only ten lights and they only came in red and green.

"No way!" you laughed. "That is the saddest Christmas tree I've ever seen outside Charlie Brown's! It's kinda cute."

"You mentioned last week that you miss Christmas," Zach said. "I found this in the shed in an insulated storage bin. Figured since we'll be at the cabin through the rest of December, at the very least, why not bring it inside?"

You beamed at him, warmth spreading through your chest at his thoughtfulness. "Thanks. Let's set it over the fireplace?"

"Right in the center of everything," he noted approvingly. He centered the tree on the stone top of the fireplace and stepped back so you could both take in the view.

"Perfect," you declared at the same time as he did, leading you both to glance at each other then laugh off the tense moment.

Tense because you'd both let your eyes wander to each other's lips, and you'd both noticed. There was no question.

You backed away, needing time to absorb the new information you'd just gathered. "I'm gonna go check if the water's working. Cause if it is, I'm showering."

Zach nodded. "I've got to start the fire, so I'll wait. But after I get that going and I stack the extra logs I cut up, it's my turn."

"Won't get argument from me there," you said teasingly as he walked back out, knowing full well you smelled just as bad as he did, though not as bad as Athena.

You ripped your least offensive clothes out of your pack, a navy blue sweater, a pair of jeans, and undergarments, then charged for the bathroom, shutting it quickly behind you. Athena, who had slipped in with you, watched with a curious look on her face as you turned the sinks' handle and jumped for joy when water started flowing out.

It wasn't long before you'd stripped down and stepped into the shower. It was lukewarm at best, but it was running water, and the pressure wasn't even half bad. You took a minute to soak in the shower head spray then hesitantly hurried to shampoo your hair and scrub your body with a proper wash cloth and body wash. It was Old Spice, but you didn't care. It smelled better than you had in a long time. It felt amazing to get that clean again.

While you were rinsing yourself off you even dragged an unsuspecting Athena into the stand up shower and washed her off with some of the shampoo, something she didn't appreciate very much, whining and trying to get away the entire time.

"Big, bad, military dog," you teased as you struggled to keep her in the shower long enough for the water to wash the suds out of her fur. "Who knew you'd be scared of a little water?"

After you both were all set you released her and wiped yourself up with a towel before drying her off as well.

"Don't go rolling in shit tomorrow, okay?" you said sternly. "This is the only towel getting dog fur on it, you hear?"

Athena barked like she understood and you turned away from her to focus on getting dressed and brushing your teeth with one of the spare toothbrushes hidden in the top sink drawer before opening the door back up.

Your eyes immediately found Zach standing by the lit fireplace, observed how he waved his strong hands in front of the flames and you were struck by how handsome he was once more, especially in the orange glow of the flames, even with the scruffy beard he'd been sporting since winter had begun.

You really needed to talk to him soon. Clear things up between you two, even if it was awkward. Knowing he felt something too, having seen the desire in his eyes as he studied your lips, it changed things.

You had to know if he wanted more than friendship with you. If he was interested in taking things to the next level, and if it wouldn't be just a brief physical act. You couldn't be a no strings attached person. You weren't built that way. Either you'd be a couple or you wouldn't be.

It wasn't time to ask though, not yet.

"Your turn."

Zach looked up at you quickly then down at the dejected wet dog at your heels. He smirked. "I see Athena wasn't spared."

"She sleeps with us," you told him. "No way she was escaping it."

"Just glad I didn't have to do it," he said as he passed you to enter the bathroom, his pack in hand.

"You should be grateful," you called over your shoulder. You reached down and scratched the top of Athena's head. "But it was worth it, right, girl? Don't you feel better?"

The dog glanced up at you with an almost incredulous expression on her face.

You chuckled. "Come on, let's go warm up on the couch together."

x

The shower was more refreshing than Zach could've hoped, remembered, really. The last time he'd used one had been in his trailer back in California, and he'd started to forget what it was like to freshen up indoors rather than in a river or lake.

The warm water running trails down his body relaxed him, let his mind wander. But ever since he'd met you, whenever it did, all he could think about was you.

He finally had his answer, the look in your eyes had been undeniable, but he didn't know what to do with that. It wasn't like he could ask you out on a date. You were already living twenty-four hours a day with each other, even shared the same sleeping quarters. And yet he didn't want to dive straight in for a kiss. He just had to wait for the right opportunity, he figured. Let it all happen organically.

Zach stepped out of the shower and dried off, clawing at his beard after he'd done so.

It was time to shave the damn thing. He'd kept it for wind protection but if they were going to stick around the cabin for a while, and since they had so much supplies on hand because of it, it was no longer useful in his eyes.

He'd let it get too long for the razor though, and the bathroom mirror was missing. He'd have to ask you to trim it with scissors before using one of his razors on it to keep it from dulling. It wouldn't be the first time you'd done him that particular favor, so no big deal, right?

Dressed in the cleanest plaid shirt he had, maroon and white checkered, and blue jeans he exited the bathroom with damp hair he'd yet brushed down and a pair of scissors in his right hand.

He found you sitting on the couch with Athena by your side, sharing what was left of a can of beef stew you'd heated up in the microwave with her, allowing the dog to eat from the bowl once you'd had your share.

"Oh, I see, I can't have the beef stew but the dog can," he teased.

You rolled your eyes at him, but you were smiling. "I left you a bowl of your own on the counter, big baby."

His expression turned grateful. "You didn't have to do that."

You shrugged. "It was a big can. I'm not used to eating portions like that anymore."

Zach knew it was more than that, but didn't press. "Before I get to that, can you trim my beard?"

"Getting itchy?" you inquired knowingly.

He nodded and you patted the spot next to you on the couch that had been vacated by Athena in her search for the water bowl you'd put out for her.

He took the offer, sitting down and turned slightly towards you so you had easier access to both sides of his face.

He avoided your eyes as you worked, not wanting to be tempted, drawn in by them. You were doing him a simple favor a friend would do, nothing more. He didn't want to take advantage of your close proximity; it didn't matter that you shared feelings for him.

He didn't expect you to reach out and tug at his wavy hair almost absentmindedly midway through the process.

His eyes met yours questioningly when you did so.

"While I'm at it, do you want me to trim your hair?" you asked. "It's getting over your ears."

He cleared his throat, it suddenly having gone dry. "Uh, yeah, that would be good."

It took a few extra minutes, but was worth it. In the end, even without having yet shaved his face smooth, he was feeling a whole lot more like himself and not so much like the caveman he'd felt like he was becoming.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

The tension between you was almost palpable.

He broke it by standing up and returning to the bathroom to finish the job, leaving you alone with the scissors still in hand.

x

Once Zach had disappeared back into the bathroom to finish his grooming, you stood to bring the empty bowl you'd shared with Athena into the kitchen to rinse it out and label it as her official food bowl, not keen on the idea of using it after she had, no matter how cute she was.

You had time to shove Zach's cooling bowl of stew into the microwave before you heard her whining at the door and had to let her outside to do her business.

Waiting for both Zach and Athena, you busied yourself in the bedroom by unpacking some of the items you'd need that night and shaving your armpits, the only place on your body you still shaved even after the world ended. It just didn't feel right to let it grow out, even after having gotten used to your legs being unshaved.

Zach reappeared before Athena, clean shaven for the first time in weeks, just as you returned to the living room.

"How does it look?" he inquired, arms spread out in that what-do-you-think gesture.

"Good," you replied, giving him a thumb up. You secretly thought Zach looked good no matter if he had facial hair or not.

He approached you and rubbed his cheek. "Did I miss any spots? I didn't take my knife out to use as a mirror."

Without thought you boldly reached out to grab his face and examine it.

"No rough spots," you concluded, your eyes happening to meet his again.

His gaze was more intense than you’d ever seen it before. Your breath caught. "Zach..."

His lips were on yours without a moment's notice, already moving against them, needily. You responded in kind, thrown by the suddenness of it, but excited that it was actually happening. It felt a little surreal after all the time you'd spent around him, fantasied about him, all while assuming he did not feel the same way.

Zach deepened the kiss languidly, savoring the taste of you as his hands wandered up the length of your clothed spine, and you hummed happily, completely and utterly focused on his pleasant touch. His hands were so warm and broad like his shoulders, his mouth soft.

When you eventually dared to break the kiss, you grinned at him. "I've wanted that for a long time."

He ran his hands up your arms to hold them at the elbow and nodded. "Me too."

"Really?" you questioned, head tilting back slightly. "It's not just because I'm the only woman you've seen in months?"

He shook his head and caressed the edge of your lower jaw with the fingertips of his right hand. "Far from it. I've been admiring you from the start. Always thought you were strong and beautiful."

You scoffed. "Strong? You've had to protect me from the moment we met."

"You survived alone for a time before that," he pointed out, "And you refused give up when those men attacked you, even though you were outnumbered. You also took care of me when I got shot, and you have never complained once about your feet being sore the entire time we've been traveling together, even when you got that blister on your toe."

"Only cause I didn't want to slow you down or give you a reason to leave me behind," you admitted.

Zach traced your lips with the pad of his thumb and his expression turned dead serious. "I would never."

The deep tone to his words sent heat coursing through your body. You crushed your lips against his and pulled yourself to him as he lead you backwards towards the couch, to the nearest comfortable spot to lay down.

You pressed a palm to his chest when you felt the back of your knees brush against the solid furniture and gazed into his bright eyes, searching them for intent. "Zach, if we do this," you said a little breathlessly, "I won't be able to keep my feelings out of it. I can't..."

He cupped your chin gently, interrupting you. "I won't either; I don't want to," he promised.

You believed him, heard the sincerity in his voice, saw it in his dark yet expressive orbs. You bridged the gap between you two to kiss him again and what came next was a blur as you almost frantically peeled off each other's layers of clothing before letting yourselves fall onto the couch, Zach hovering above you, supporting his upper body with one hand as the other slid slowly down your bare skin, making its way between your thighs.

You parted your legs readily as he felt you there, pressed his thumb against your sensitive bundle of nerves and crooked two of his other thick fingers inside you, the sensations you felt from the contact making you buck into his touch, urging you to seek more contact, more friction, harder.

You stared up at him as you fell apart by his calloused hands alone, and he covered your mouth with his greedily. You could feel how tense his body was against yours, could feel his stiff length brushing against your center, and a thrill passed through you knowing how much making you feel good had turned him on.

You embedded your fingers in the hair at the back of his head and you folded your legs over his lower back, securing them around his waist and tilting your hips up invitingly. "Zach..."

"You want me?" he asked.

You nodded feverishly. "Yes." The desperate tone in your voice had him groaning and he wasted no time lining his body up with yours, eyes still on your face.

With a gentle roll of his hips he buried himself inside you, stretching you out so perfectly you whined, a sound that compelled him to seek out your mouth again as his free hand found your lower back. He helped you arch up towards him as he began thrusting into you, eyes scanning your face for every micro reaction you had to his movements.

A quiet moan slipped from you and you squeezed your eyes shut, focusing on the glorious friction he was generating. It was like second nature for you to move your body in time with his, taking him in satisfyingly deep.

Being connected to him that way, so intimately, that was why you had followed Zach, why you had ignored your blister and kept putting one foot in front of the other. It wasn't just because you had hope for tomorrow, or because you simply refused to give up and die. It was also because even without Eden's existence, life wasn't void of good things, stolen moments, even after the apocalypse.

The friendship you'd had with Zach had been good, would have ultimately been enough, but having something more with him, to be the one he desired, the one who got to see him slowly fall apart, neck straining as he fought against giving into his ecstasy before you could come a second time, that was dreamy. For the first time in a long time you didn't feel like you were just surviving.

You canted your hips even more and your breath hitched when the new angle allowed Zach to nudge the special spot inside you head on, making your toes curl.

In the past, when you'd been intimate with other men, it had taken a fair amount of time before you got anywhere close to your breaking point, but not that night, not with Zach.

Maybe it was because of the dreams you'd had, maybe it was because of all you'd been through together, or maybe it was because he was really that good, but whatever the case, Zach's steady pace wound you up at an intoxicating speed, the pleasure overwhelming you, causing you to desperately claw at his smooth back with your blunt, chewed up nails.

You dug them in when you finally crested, a drawn out moan accompanying the waves of bliss.

You opened your eyes back up in time to see Zach quickly remove himself from you to find his own release, clenched jaw going slack as his body shuddered, as he called out your name, voice raspy, his heaved breaths tickling your neck. He took a moment to wipe up the cum that was dripping down your thigh, his, with the undershirt he'd discarded earlier, then molded himself back to your body, resting his head on your chest.

You weaved your fingers with his and he stared up at you, eyelids drooping, heavy now that he was spent. Your stomach flipped at how sweet he looked, his expression soft, more relaxed than you thought him capable of.

"It's been a long time since I had someone like you in my life," he admitted drowsily. "It's nice."

"Just nice?" you questioned playfully.

He chuckled lightly. "More than."

He was about to dose off in your arms, your hands roaming his lean body absentmindedly, when whining and persistent scratching at the front door startled you both out of your peaceful trances.

You'd totally forgotten Athena was still outside. You were immediately grateful she hadn't interrupted beforehand.

Zach groaned loudly and pushed himself up onto his feet. "I'll get her."

He strolled over to the door in all his naked glory and wrenched it open, letting in a blast of cold air he made sure to avoid by hiding behind the door. "Come on in. Hurry up."

Athena shot inside, shaking her body furiously as soon as Zach shut the door behind her, trying to rid herself of the melting snow in her short coat.

"Glad you didn't run into anything bad out there, but you couldn't have waited a little longer?" he asked her, eyes narrowing.

"Better now than a few minutes earlier," you reasoned as you tugged the couch blanket over your body to keep warm.

He pursed his lips. "True."

"Besides, you have soup in the microwave," you added. "You need to eat it before it rots. And you need to turn off the generator for the night before we waste too much fuel."

"And what are you going to do?" he inquired, lips pulling back humorously.

"Clean up the sticky mess that you left on my thigh."

You were pretty sure you heard Zach growl at your statement.

You smirked. Mission accomplished.

xxx

Dutch to English Translation:

Blij = Stay

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Tagged: @harriedandharassed @love-affair-with-fandoms @captain-jebi

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Fanfic writer interview

Thank you for the tag, dear @insertmeaningfulusername!

What fandoms do you write in?

Various Star Wars media, though primarily Clone Wars, and also Stranger Things.

How many words have you published in 2024?

334,213, which. Good lord, that's a lot! A good 90K of that was written in 2023 and published in early 2024 but like. Still.

What are your top three fics you’ve written this year?

Well, it's hard to choose among the 21 (wut) fics I wrote in 2024, but I'll try!

Reasons to Celebrate is a Star Wars, Waxer/Boil hanahaki comedy, which is really its own advertisement, I think! The idea was so hilarious to me and writing it was a lot of fun.

Summer Lovin' Happened So Fast is a Stranger Things, Steddie one-shot. It is just chock-full of summertime vibes and I tried, as much as I could, to evoke a lot of sensory things that really bring me back to that season. Plus I think it's pretty cute!

The Farmhouse is a Star Wars, Cody/Fox story that was written for the 2024 Clone Bang! It was heavily inspired by a real place I got to visit and is a very different pace of story from most of my long fics, I think. Also I got to do a lot of fun worldbuilding!

What was your biggest pit of despair moment?

Woof. Well, in my hubrisambition this year I signed up for two big bangs which overlapped in the fall. And planned to write 50K+ fics for both. Somewhere in the middle I realized that that a) was a really bad idea and b) started to make writing feel a lot like a chore and less like a hobby.

Now, I do believe pretty strongly in the idea of writing even when you're not "feeling inspired" because muses are fickle, and generally I love writing for events and even thrive on deadlines. But it very quickly became a source of stress and really took a lot of the joy out of writing both fics, and even now I kind of struggle to love them as much as other things I've written. Lessons learned.

What have you learned?

Haha, well, not to bite off more than I can chew! And frankly I think I've learned my limits a bit, not just for events but for writing as a whole. I've been taking a break for a little while now and I think it's really helping. Gotta pace myself!

Did you beta any fics? Any faves you want to shout out?

I've never betaed, no.

What three fics have you read this year that you love?

Only three? Heartless, wicked, cruel! I will do my best.

all that's said in the low light by headlocket is a Call of Duty, Soap/Ghost fic that's just, ugh. Stunning. I don't usually go in for serious injury/chronic disability stories, not my cup of tea, but this one is so beautifully done and so sensitive without being preachy and so in-character in the most stilted, emotionally constipated way, hnnggg. What an absolute joy.

crystalizing clear as day (oh, i can picture you so easily) by the wonderful @inconocible is a Star Wars, Rex/Fives/Echo (with a side of Rex/Cody) story that takes place after Order 66. I don't think I'll ever get over the "pining for someone who's right in front of you" concept and this one really, beautifully delivers.

Undercover Work is an anonymously written Star Wars Rebels, Zeb/Kallus story that I adore for how it treats Kallus. The man is ruthless to a fault, even when he's working for the good guys, and the way he simply can't comprehend their relationship being anything other than transactional is as perfect as it is heartbreaking.

What ideas are percolating for next year?

Well, I'll be taking part in Waxer*Boil Month again this year, though I haven't started on those yet... And I've got a few things that I've started that I'm still hoping to finish in 2025 (stubbornly refusing to close the Gdocs tab counts as working on them, right?) including some additional scenes to my Steddie fic Maybe 10% Better and a TCW rarepair fic that I really really want to get out there.

This was a fun one! No-pressure tagging @cacodaemonia @elismor @mojowitchcraft @maplerosekisses

[lazywriter-artist]

Unconventional Company

Warhammer/Helldivers/Halo crossover + writing warmup

Slowly Night clutched its wispy black tendrils around the planet and travel became difficult, forcing the Trio of trained soldiers to set up camp for the night. Seated around the fire the Space Marine would reach back into his satchel, digging out a large book as he leaned back some.

His voice, cutting through the settling air, rumbled the question “So pray tell guardsman, have you all finished your prayers? I hadn’t seen even a single one before battle…” He questioned, strangely nonchalant for how confused the other two were left. The other armored figures glanced to each other with small shrugs.

“prayers?” The spartan echoed, he had heard of a variety of religions back home and on various planets but with the mystery shrouding this giant already he really hadn’t taken the ‘marine’ to be much of a religious man. The Helldiver didn’t seem to be a fan of this topic however as he crossed his arms, leaning back with an aura of disapproval. He didn’t really trust this brick wall much already. Was too big of a guy. Never took off his armor…maybe he was an automaton. These prayers sounded very UN-democratic. Hmph.

Though their confusion deepened as the marine looked appalled, gently digging out an almost rosary like item with a large double headed eagle attached “ahah…yes?— your prayers to the God Emperor?” He pressed, the duo again glancing to one another.

“Doesn’t sound very democratic-“ growled the Helldiver as the marine gave off a sudden menacing aura. The spartan swiftly clapped the back of the helldiver’s helmet with his armored hand, clearing his throat to try and recover the situation, “Right! Right!! our prayers! How could we forget!?” He’d swiftly nod with growing anxiety as the Helldiver grumbled in complaint over being hit. The spartan wasn’t about to be ripped in two by this muscle man freak in super armor because the quack Helldivers like this one couldn’t see the writing on the wall.

“How indeed.” Snorted the armor clad wall of a man before allowing his original aggression, hesitantly, to fall away. “But it is only natural when fighting for the God Emperor.” He nodded matter of factly.

“For Liberty ya mean.” grumbled the Helldiver, receiving another smack to the helmet as the spartan cleared his throat once more “RIGHT! Yes! Perhaps you should lead us through one? We are a bit rusty—“

He gulped, worried of the marines reaction, hoping this would smooth it over. Even still he braced for the worst until— the marine seemed to light up? “Of course! I always am ready to show guardsmen new prayers for our God Emperor!” His deep voice bellowed as he would readjust to be closer to the two.

Despite the Helldiver disliking the idea the spartan forced ‘convinced’ him to go along with it, if only to just please this ‘Space Marine’ into not crushing them under his boot— and he had to admit, it was kind of endearing the joy the marine displayed as he traced over the strange words within his book, explaining these ‘prayers’ he picked out for them and how to say them.

…Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad?

Lovely dividers by @squishyowl (Imperial) and myself :) (Helldiver)

Yapping below the cut

Oh BROTHER this one took a lot. Idk y but hey it happens (mostly due to my inability to stay on a project for too long—) but anyhow

This bad boy had say in my inbox for a WHILE and in my notes even longer….i think I ported it over to tumblr around the time I made the original au post, meanwhile it’s been written since about I first made the au, so woof a while ago

This bad boy took a few months on and off again to complete just due to my spelling and grammatical errors and the whole not working 100% of the time on it X.X

But here it is!!! Idk if it was obvious but the crossover is a really fun idea to me and I definitely wanna do more with if- so we shall see 🥰

I’m just a big huge sucker for sci-fi stuff especially sci-fi battle stuff and these three being big poster children for that idk how I couldn’t

Anywho- thank you all for reading and u all are so cool and thanks to my moots who proof read it for me 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶✨✨✨💪💪💪💪

Everyone have a good day 🫶

[mandiemegatron]

I want to get to know you a little better - purely optional, don't feel pressured to answer, but if you're up for it pick one or two things and give me the goods:

🦦 Favorite show/manga right now (bonus fave character in it) 🦦 Gush about your OC(s) or someone else's OC(s) 🦦 Give me a fic rec (or three) of something older you enjoyed. (at least 6months-1year older than today, but if something from like 5 weeks ago changed your DNA, that's cool too =3 ) 🦦 Share some art - yours, theirs (link included so I can show some love!), a professional piece that just really got to you, whatever <3

Please accept this hug, and my hope that your day improves, whether you're up to answering any of these or not. ^_^

Quin my lovely, wonderful friend !! 🥺🥺💖 this is so so sweet of you to ask, it's an absolute delight to see you in my askbox 🤭🤭 thank you so much for taking some time to send this to me, I'd love to share some fun things with you !! I answered them all because why not !!

Everything under the cut to keep it short for my desktop users 💖

1 ; favourite show right now, I've got a few in my "watch every year" roster !!

• ReBoot (90s cartoon from my childhood, the visuals are dated but nostalgic as hell to me. 11/10 recommend.)

• Transformers: Prime (10/10 recommend)

• One Piece (re-watching from Dressrosa, god it's so good. 11/10 recommend.)

2 ; OUGHH, okay, so thanks to a near 5 hour long tangent with my lovely Rye ( @laidenbreecatchall ) , I've worked out some kinks with my self-insert and I'm slowly working on some backstory and power type things that hopefully will be posted about sometime this year. I'm planning on giving her a reboot as well, physically. We're going to have two main versions - Kid Pirate and Heart Pirate. 🤭🤭🤭

3 ; A few fic recs, ough I could recommend so many from my amazing mutuals, but these three I've been thinking about non-stop the past while.

• This Killer piece from @fanaticsnail , I love Killer so much it's not even funny, this man had taken over my frontal lobe like a parasite, and i am NOT complaining at all !! >:)

• Funny enough, also one from you - All your Marco writings fill me with an ache and a longing for this man every single time you post about him, but this one ?? Ohhhhh my lanta. He can have me, any time, any day, any where.

• now, this piece from @thus-spoke-lo has rattled around my little noggin since she posted it. Everything Lo writes is just 💋🤌 chefs' kiss, but this one ?? 👀 woof. An entire meal. Ace has also been running around my frontal lobe a lot lately… he knows he can get it. He doesn't even have to ask. He just gives me those big ol eyes of his, and im already melting, in more ways than one 🤭🤭

HONOURABLE MENTION ; for my bestie Cin ( @sheerxfiction ) who wrote this absolutely gushy, soft, sweet and yearn-y Shachi piece bc at the end of the day, Shachi is always going to be my lova 🥺🥺🥺 oughhh I gotta go reread this !!! *runs off*

4 ; ohhh god, okay, i don't think ive shown anyone this yet other than Rye (as far as I remember), I did this last year and never got around to finishing it but this was one I did of my self-insert (in her Heart Pirate era, clearly 😂😂) i am NOT an artist, I am a writer but I know I won't get better as a artist if I don't keep drawing so 😣😣 here you gooo

Again, lots of changes to be made - i don't know if I want to keep the split dye, i think I want to keep the tie-dye boiler suit but... we will see !! Her weapon is gunna stay the same, took inspiration from The Walking Dead (Neegan was such an interesting villan), also I can't draw baseball bats, but I tried. Did i pull it from my memory instead of looking up a picture ? I sure did. We're not gunna talk about it 😂😂😂

Giving you the biggest, warmest hug I could ever give, thank you again so so much for sending this ask 🥺🥺💖💖💖💖 i hope YOU have had an absolutely wonderful day, and thank you for your patience on letting me answer this, it's ah, been a rough time lately and this just made me light up like a kid in a candy store (or Kid in a workshop 😂😂) I'm so blessed to have such kind and warm friends 🥺🥺💖💖

Stay healthy and stay safe, my lovely. Thank you, thank you, thank you 💖💖💖

[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #301

Brain Curds are lightly edited daily writing - usually flash fiction and sometimes terrible on purpose.

Any casual observer might have looked at the two men - who, by looks, were both in their late teens or early twenties - and thought they were two friends catching up over coffee. A more astute observer might likewise assume they were on a date. But the truth was far less mundane: they were here to discuss the details of a string of murders.

The dark-haired one with bags under his eyes sat with his bare feet up on the chair, perched like a bird of prey, while the brown-haired preppy looking one - that’s to say, the highest scoring student in all of Kanto, Light Yagami - calmly sipped his drink.

“Yagami-kun. Despite the five percent chance that you are Kira, your intelligence is invaluable. I believe it is only possible to solve this case if we work together.”

“I’m flattered that you would say so, Ryuga. Though I’m fairly confident I could figure it out myself if I had to.”

Ryuga, more commonly known as the great detective, L, tilted his head, uncharacteristically perplexed. “Hm?”

“I’ve solved plenty of tough cases from my bedroom. Although, I haven’t seen any of the evidence for the Kira case yet, so you’ll have to concede that I’m currently at a disadvantage.” Yagami chuckled.

“Oh. Of course.” L rummaged in his pockets and pulled out a stack of polaroids. “These notes were left behind at several crime scenes. The handwriting is different on each one, so we currently believe they were written by the victims themselves. None of them had ever met one another.”

Light shuffled through the pictures, noting that they were numbered on the back. He placed them down in order and studied them carefully.

“Yes! I think I’ve found something.”

“What is it?”

“If you take the first letters of each line from these notes, it spells out a message: Dead by night, cower at the howling of the… woof.’”

“The ‘woof’?”

“That’s what it says.”

L palmed the papers and turned them to face himself. He looked over the third note over and over. “It does say woof. What could this mean?”

“It looks to me like the victims were somehow controlled by Kira and forced to write these notes before they died. There’s no other way these messages could be connected. So…” Yagami shrugged. “Maybe it’s just a typo.”

“How could such a calculated murderer make a typo in a hidden message?”

“We don’t know the exact mechanism by which Kira accomplished this impressive feat, so it would be nothing more than speculation to continue discussing it. I’m going to assume it’s meant to say, ‘wolf’.”

“But the word this letter O comes from is ‘orangutan.’” L twiddled his toes. “Doesn’t that seem very deliberate to you? Why would a death row inmate be thinking about primates?”

Light was quiet for a moment, deep in thought. “‘Lemur’ would fit. Lemurs are primates. Primates like lemurs and orangutans live in zoos - in cages. Just like a death row inmate.”

“So you think this sentence was supposed to say, ‘I am endangered like the poor hopeless lemur.’”

“Lemurs are endangered, aren’t they?”

“You’re really stuck on this typo theory, Light.”

“It’s the only way it makes sense! Unless you think this mastermind, who has evaded police capture for months, somehow doesn’t know how to spell.”

“Hm.” L took a bite of pudding. “I suppose that is as logical of a deduction as I could have hoped for from you, given the circumstances.”

“What circumstances?”

“There is actually a fourth message.” L pulled another polaroid from his pocket and set it down beneath the other three, then turned it to face Light. “If you add this additional note, the hidden message changes: Dead by night, cower at the howling of the woofing dog.”

Light sneered. “How can a dog howl and woof at the same time?”

“Regardless of its merit as a coherent sentence, it does rectify the so-called typo. You didn’t even stop to consider that there could be more evidence that you hadn’t seen.”

Yagami took a deep breath and put on a sugary smile. “I guess I was a little too cocky there, wasn’t I?”

“It takes integrity to admit that. I think you’ll be a valuable addition to the task force. I look forward to working with you. Although…” L played with his bottom lip. “I do admit your suspicion has gone up to ten percent.”

“But why?”

L shrugged. “I don’t know, man, it’s just your vibes.”

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