#🖋️ ad’s fics

[full-swing-kiss]

i finished reading “the borrow a boyfriend club” by page powars and i saw the dedication to sk8 and. yeah boy it’s au time. we gonna cook fr!

lowkey i feel like langa could be asher and reki being noah, and reki feeling as though he has to prove his masculinity. also cherry, joe and shadow could be some of the boys (ex: lenny, camilo, etc.)

also the way noah’s parents act is how i would envision reki’s parents acting about his transition (only using the first letter of his name, but also being supportive of him)

[silk-bullet]

♱ — Shenanigans

♱ — Characters: Upper moon!Reader, Kokushibo, Douma.

♱ — Tags: Crack, just crack. Canon typical violenece. Interpretable relationships. Modern AU?. Douma plays a very small part in this but he’s in it.

♱ — Word count: 300

♱ — Notes: Just practice for fun & practice, writing crack is a lot less intimidating than writing seriously for me. You can also probably see the moment that my baby sister woke up and I had to rush try and to finish this while dealing with a very cranky toddler lmao.

♱ — Summary: Douma dared you to get Upper-one, Kokushibo, to say a specific word, you’d receive a reward if you could.

You peaked your head around the corner, making sure he was actually there before walking in, now having visual confirmation, you took a deep breath, mentality psyching yourself up.

You turned the corner, and lightly cleared your throat before speaking.

“Excuse me, Kokushibo, I’m sorry to bother you but, Douma said he’s missing his updog, we’ve looked everywhere for it.. have you happened see it anywhere?.” You asked, with as straight a face as you could possibly muster at this moment.

He stared back at you blankly from across the room, watching your heart hammering and the odd expression on your face, he merely assumes it’s because of his rank. Before your question finally registers in his mind, half of it at least.

“Douma.. he has lost something in the castle?.” He asked, flatly.

You coughed lightly “Y-yes, he..-he has lost his updog, we cannot find it.” You repeated, You were trying so hard to contain yourself and not ruin everything.

He sat in silence for a long moment, he looked the most confused he’d ever been in his almost five-hundred years of life, it was the most emotion you’d ever seen from him.

Finally, his head shifted ever so slightly to the side..

“What is… updog?.”

Finally you cracked, erupting into an uncontrollable fit of giggles, bent in half hugging your stomach, before you turned tail and ran out of the room.

Your footsteps and laughter continued down the hall until he heard you yell—

“Douma!!, I got him to say it! I got him to say it!, I get to kick your head off now!!!.”

He was left to sit alone with his thoughts for a short moment, until Douma’s head landed right in front of his door, smiling a bit too dreamily for a headless man.

[wisteriagoesvroom]

the sun (in your eyes) ☀️

🍊 a landoscar fic 🌷🏙️ florist!oscar and ad agency!lando au 🖋️ 11.2k words 🔗 read on ao3

written for @maaxverstappen as part of the @f1playlistficexchange

preview:

The two of them stand: one behind the florist counter, endlessly patient. Lando, feeling vaguely warm in the face and wondering why he hadn’t left yet. “Didn’t get your name?” Lando says, hopefully. “Oh. I’m Oscar. Piastri.” Oscar Piastri runs a hand through his hair. “Ah! That explains the pi symbol?” Oscar grins, then. It’s slightly slanted, and his front teeth are slightly too big. The overall effect is very endearing. “Exactly. Anyway. Not sure why I felt the need to give you a last name. But there you go. If you need to like, contact me for legal reasons or whatever, you have that now.” “Thanks. I’m Lando. Er, Norris. I am not currently wanted or convicted of a crime in any country.” “Good… to know.” “The Australian immigration form did ask.” “Once again. Good to know.” “I’ll keep you informed if I do commit a crime. Don’t get caught at the scene, or anything.” Lando winks. “See you ‘round, maybe?” “Sure. Bye, Lando.” “Bye, Oscuh.” Oscar smiles again, dimples showing at the side of his face. Lando tries not to think too much about why it tickles him inside when that happens. On the way back to the office, Lando frantically googles things like shortest lifespan Australian wildflowers and vintage Ducati motorcycle facts and is love at first sight a real phenomenon like actually whatthehell. Then he almost drops his phone on the curb, and has to settle for shoving his phone in his pocket and trying to dodge the mass of cyclists that have inconveniently spawned on the road right for some reason. Very rude of them to do that at rush hour.

[misshoneyimhome]

voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir I Simon Benoit 🖋️⚡️

Requested? Yes / No

Summary; The arrival of a new player on the team has drawn your attention, and in your role as a content creator for the Toronto Maple Leafs, you must proceed cautiously to find out whether you've also captured his interest.

I know, I'm terrible with summaries...

Other notes; Babes! We need to put on warnings when your requests introduce me to players with cute accents! 😂 I don't know why, but I've got a soft spot, alright (seriously got sucked down the rabbit hole while watching videos of him😅) 🤍 Anyway, so here is my very first smutty Simon Benoit fic - and I just hope you enjoy it 😊

Tropes & Warnings; sort of secret love; 18+ smut; fingering, protected penetrative sex (p in v);

Words counts; 4.2K

Taglist; @couldawouldashoulda50 @findapenny @justwanderingbutneverlost

・✶ ｡ﾟ

“Strength does not come from physical capacity - it comes from an indomitable will” - Tattoo on Simon Benoit’s chest.

_

Simon Benoit was nothing short of extraordinary. At least in your opinion.

Being part of the Toronto Maple Leafs community meant you were no stranger to the inner workings of the hockey world and the turmoil it brought every single day. From game nights filled with cheers and adrenaline to quiet moments of support and camaraderie, you'd seen it all from your perspective as a social media content creator.

And when Simon Benoit joined the team for the 23/24 season, he immediately caught your eye.

You weren't entirely sure what it was, yet there was simply something about the Quebecois defenceman that intrigued you from the start. Perhaps it was his effortless grace on the ice or the way his determination shone through every move. Or the way he battled at every opportunity, not accepting when things weren’t right or fair. Regardless of what it was, you found yourself drawn to him in a way that was both exciting and intimidating. His large frame, both in height and in width, made you seem like a small mouse compared to him, even in your heels. Yet his demeanour was nothing but friendly and soothing, which quickly evaporated all the harsh exterior.

But as much as you wanted to get to know Simon better, it wasn't easy, as his focus on his career and athletic performance left little room for anything else. You rarely crossed paths outside of the arena, and when you did, he was usually surrounded by teammates or lost in his own thoughts.

Despite the challenges, you couldn't help but admire his dedication and drive. Watching him on the ice, in the weight room, or on the training field, it was clear that he poured his heart and soul into every game and anything he did, leaving nothing behind but sweat and determination. And while it made getting close to him difficult, it only added to the allure.

Every day, you found yourself stealing glances whenever he was on the ice, marvelling at his skill and tenacity as you captured pictures and videos of the team for the social media platforms. And when the opportunity arose to interact with him, even in passing, you treasured every moment, no matter how fleeting.

Yet deep down, you knew that if you wanted to truly get to know Simon Benoit, you'd have to find a way to break through his walls and connect with him on a deeper level.

It wouldn't be easy, but then again, nothing worth having ever was.

_

Navigating the workflow with the Leafs wasn’t always easy, but most of the time you felt like you had it all under control. You knew you were good at your job, and most of the staff members of the company recognised your work and effort.

You weren’t particularly shy by nature, nor were you the most extroverted person. You had your small, close group of friends and occasionally went out. However, your work took much of your time, especially when the managers wanted you to travel with the team, so you didn’t exactly party or live the crazy life in the city. Instead, you kept your life rather chill and easy-going, focusing on various ways to improve your skills and just enjoying being in your early to mid-twenties.

And to the team, you were simply a nice person, hanging around and making funny videos from time to time. You didn’t particularly spend much time with them outside of hockey, yet you felt like you had a nice bond with most of the players and their partners.

In a way, you were content with your life. Sure, it was busy and sometimes overwhelming, but it was also fulfilling and exciting. The only person you were truly interested in knowing more about was Simon.

Naturally, you made efforts to insert yourself whenever the media team wanted to interview him, but you also wanted to maintain an air of nonchalance. So, you played it cool.

Well, as cool as possible, until it came time for his turn in the Blue Room session.

You found yourself unable to suppress your smiles and giggles at each of his responses. He effortlessly delivered humour, exuding relaxation and authenticity. It was akin to witnessing a more intimate side of him, one unmasked by his athletic prowess. And as he spoke, you hung onto his every word, enchanted by his charisma and genuineness. It was in these moments that the desire to know him beyond the confines of the hockey rink intensified.

And to your surprise, Simon seemed to take notice of you too.

"That's a cute laugh," he remarked suddenly as the session drew to a close, causing you to glance up from your phone, taken aback by his boldness.

"Oh... erm... thanks," you replied, a hint of nervousness creeping into your voice. "I mean, I've always hated it..."

Your heart raced as you found yourself in close proximity to the defenseman, the two of you lingering amidst the team's clean-up efforts after his milk-guessing antics.

But to your relief, Simon didn't seem to pick up on your nerves. Instead, he simply chuckled.

"Why hate it?" he inquired, his charming French-Canadian accent adding to the allure.

You couldn't help but blush. "Oh, I don't know," you admitted softly. "It just feels a bit... loud and weird..."

"So?" Simon chuckled again. "You should embrace it. It's cute."

You were left speechless. Simon Benoit found your laughter cute? You felt like a schoolgirl, standing there, blushing under his gaze as he offered a compliment.

This wasn't like you. You were usually confident in your interactions with guys. You knew you were pretty good-looking, had a pleasant demeanour and got along well with most people. Yet, this hockey player had you feeling flustered, your stomach aflutter with butterflies, and your mind in a whirl.

You wanted to say something. Perhaps even suggest grabbing coffee together. But before you could gather your thoughts, Simon was called back to re-join the team's training session. And as he flashed you a friendly smile on his way out, a twinge of disappointment washed over you. Had you just missed your chance?

_

Luckily, that wasn't your only chance.

Although conversations between you and Simon remained limited post-Blue Room filming, there were frequent exchanges of glances and smiles in the hallway or aboard the plane.

Whenever your camera was in hand, Simon would flash you a smile, his gaze lingering a tad longer as he greeted you with a warm "hi." You reciprocated the gesture. It was a subtle dance of silent, discreet flirtation, or perhaps not entirely flirtatious, yet there lingered an unspoken connection beyond mere friendliness.

And while on the road, shortly after Simon inked his three-year contract with the Leafs, you were on the brink of discovering if there was indeed something more between you.

Amidst the whirlwind of travel chaos and the players' hectic schedules, you settled into your seat on the plane, laptop in front of you, attempting to unwind for the flight ahead.

Meanwhile, Simon couldn't help but steal occasional glances in your direction. Your focused expression, the way you nibbled on the end of your pen while engrossed in your laptop screen, didn't escape his notice, eliciting a smile from him.

You were so incredibly beautiful, and your laughter was nothing but contagious. Yet Simon knew he had to tread cautiously. He didn't want to come across as the new guy making moves on the women of the team. Moreover, his primary focus was on his career. Despite its ups and downs, his love for the sport remained unwavering, and he was determined to prove himself and relish every moment.

So, he attempted to maintain a slight distance from you. Tried, being the operative word. You seemed to be around all the time, and he couldn't ignore the subtle sparks you ignited within him. No matter how hard he tried to keep his focus solely on the game and his professional trajectory, there was something about you that made it challenging to keep his distance. Perhaps it was your laid-back demeanour or the genuine warmth that exuded from you.

Nevertheless, Simon found himself drawn to you, even as he strived to uphold a level of professionalism. In the tight-knit world of hockey, he was wary of stirring up any unnecessary drama within the team. Yet, as the flight progressed and the hours slipped away, he couldn't shake the notion that perhaps, just perhaps, there was something worth exploring between the two of you.

The match against the Bruins proved to be a challenge, resulting in a disappointing 4-1 loss for the Leafs. However, redemption came swiftly with a hard-fought 3-2 victory against the Montreal Canadiens two days later. 

The locker room reverberated with cheers following the intense game, where the captain had sealed the win with the third goal. Yet, amidst the jubilation, it was the smiles of a certain defenseman that caught your attention.

Though Benoit hadn't seen action on the ice tonight, his joy mirrored that of his teammates, his eyes occasionally finding their way to you at the back of the room as the managers urged the players to simply enjoy in their triumph.

Instead of heading straight home to Toronto, the team had opted to stay overnight, given the upcoming days off. So, while the players ventured out for some well-deserved fun, you decided to retreat to the hotel to tackle some work.

It was nothing too taxing, just some photo editing from the evening's events. You even brought your laptop to the bar, indulging in a glass of white wine while putting the finishing touches on the social media content.

However, suddenly, a voice broke through your focused reverie.

"Hey, I thought we were supposed to be having fun, not working," Simon chuckled as he sidled up next to you at the bar.

Startled by his sudden appearance, you nearly choked on your drink, momentarily at a loss for words. "Oh, erm... yeah, I just needed to, um, wrap up some media stuff," you managed, flashing him a sheepish smile.

"And you're drinking while working?" he teased, his laughter filling the air once more.

"Gotta make work a little more enjoyable, right?" you quipped back with a playful grin, before shaking your head slightly. "By the way, I never got the chance to congratulate you on the contract!" you steered the conversation towards a more professional and friendly tone, prompting Simon to casually lean against the bar, his smile unwavering.

"Oh, yeah, thanks! It's... it's good to have that one in place," he replied, his tone carrying a hint of relief.

"I can imagine," you replied gently. "Dealing with contracts always seem to be quite the challenge."

"Definitely... it's been a bit nerve-wracking, but also exciting," he echoed your soft tone.

"So, I guess it's time for everyone to get to know more about Simon Benoit then," you attempted to maintain a light-hearted tone.

"Yeah, maybe... so, if you ever feel like it, you can just... interview me, or something..." he chuckled softly.

"Maybe I will…” you smiled back.

There was a brief pause as you silently pondered why he was suddenly engaging in this spontaneous conversation with you.

"Wait, why are you here, Benny? Shouldn't you be out with the boys?" you finally asked.

"Oh, I was, but we were just a few who wanted to head back early before things got too monkey like," he explained, his smile serene as he stood close, the scent of beer subtly lingering around him, his tall frame nearly matched your seated position on the highchair.

"Monkey-like?" you couldn't help but laugh softly.

"Yeah, you know, some of the single guys wanted to flirt with girls, so... Cap and a few others preferred to head back and chat with their partners instead," he explained.

You smiled, relishing the closeness and the opportunity to converse with him like this. Yet, his words lingered in your mind. "And you... you have to call your... girlfriend too?" you asked, your voice soft and tinged with a hint of hesitancy, not wanting to appear too nervous or disappointed by his potential response.

Simon met your gaze for a moment before shaking his head gently. "Nah, no girl waiting for me at home," he replied simply and casually, prompting a soft sigh of relief and a smile to form on your lips.

"But you didn't feel like flirting with anyone else either?" you chuckled lightly, a blend of playfulness and nervousness.

Simon remained calm and collected, offering you a soft glance before speaking softly. "Why would I bother flirting with strangers when there's a perfectly beautiful girl right here in this bar?" he said, his tone laced with flirtation, a smile playing on his lips. His words sent warmth coursing through you, leaving an undeniable impact.

He was smooth, undeniably so. And you found yourself falling for his charm.

Desperate to maintain your composure, you took another sip of your drink, then smoothly licked your lips as you considered your response. "You certainly have a way with words, don't you?" you remarked, a playful smirk gracing your features. “Knowing how to impress a girl…” 

"Well, that depends... is it working?" 

As you glanced at the dwindling contents of your glass and then back at him with a suggestive smile, you felt a surge of desire.

"Maybe..." you replied coyly, your heart racing with anticipation. “Yes…” 

When you first joined the club as a content creator, getting involved with players was the last thing on your mind. In fact, you had mentally resolved never to entertain any romantic entanglements with the team. And so far, it hadn't been a challenge. While the players were undoubtedly attractive in their own right, there had never been a spark with any of them. That is, until Simon joined the team.

So, downing the last drops of your wine, you rose from your seat, gathering your phone and laptop before making your way to the lift, with Simon following closely behind.

Nothing was rushed. It was all happening at a rather slow pace as neither of you wanted to seem too eager. Yet the build-up tension between you was evident. The longing for each that had been lingering for months was hanging thick in the air. And it wasn’t until you were stopping outside your hotel room door, you locked eyes with his.

Pressing your lips together, you struggled to find the words you longed to speak. "I, uh... I've got my own room... I mean, I'm not sharing it with anyone..." you murmured softly.

And that was all the encouragement Simon needed. Closing the distance between you, he captured your lips with his own, pressing you gently against the door in a fervent kiss, igniting a passion that had been simmering between you for months.

It was everything you had imagined and more. The kiss was perfect—gentle yet passionate, fulfilling the fantasies you had long harboured. Simon's hands on your jaw, his fingers delicately threading through your hair as he drew you closer, felt like a dream. His tongue, a subtle yet insistent invitation, prompted your lips to part, eagerly meeting his in a dance of desire. There was no mistaking the mutual longing that enveloped you both in that moment.

Managing to locate your key card amidst the haze of desire, you gently pushed open the door, inviting him into your small hotel room.

The dimmed lights cast a romantic glow, heightening the intimacy as you both explored each other's bodies with slow, tender caresses. Simon's size and strength made it effortless for him to lift you into his arms, carrying you to the bed without breaking the connection of your lips.

And your kisses remained fervent as you slowly undressed each other, shedding shirts and trousers until you were both clad in nothing but underwear. Heels were kicked aside, forgotten in the heat of the moment, leaving you lying on your back in lacy lingerie with the hockey player hovering above you.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, a hint of concern in his voice, mindful of any boundaries that might exist between a hockey player and an MLSE employee.

But in that moment, you didn't care about titles or roles. You were simply two individuals consumed by desire. So, with a light smile, you nodded, giving him the silent permission to continue, letting go of any rationalisations or inhibitions that might have held you back.

And just like the night had been so far, his touch was tender, each movement deliberate as he slowly removed your lacy knickers, exposing your core to him. His fingers traced along the skin of your thighs, sending shivers of anticipation through you as they inched closer to your centre. And when his digits finally made contact with your sensitive flesh, you couldn't help but gasp, your fingers finding his strong arms for support.

Simon then gently pleasured you, and small moans escaped your lips, betraying the wonderful feeling coursing through your body. And iIt didn't take long before those moans turned into sweet cries of ecstasy as his fingers pressed against your entrance, stretching you as they eased their way inside.

His fingers, much like the rest of him, were long and thick, and you couldn't shake the awareness that your colleague was just next door as Simon stimulated your walls, his movements deliberate and eager to bring you pleasure. Yet, your soft moans and cries only spurred him on, each pump of his fingers eliciting a delicious sensation as he curled them upwards, seeking out that particularly sensitive spot.

"Oh, fuck," you exclaimed as he hit the mark perfectly, his movements growing quicker in response to your cries, your fingers digging into his skin in a desperate grip. "Yes... right there..."

And he understood his mission completely, pumping his fingers with precision to drive you towards the brink of climax. And as he kept on going, his determined motions sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, causing your vision to blur as you arched your back and reached the pinnacle of ecstasy.

"Oh, yes..." you panted, gasping for air as the rush of pleasure washed over you, your toes curling as you reached your high.

Gently the man above you then pumped a few more times through your orgasm, as he simply enjoyed  the wetness he had caused between your legs, before withdrawing his fingers.

"Shit, every sound you make is so fucking amazing," Simon murmured under his breath, his hardness pressing against him, aroused by the stimuli he had provided you. Your moans, much like your laughter, were nothing but music to his ears.

So, without hesitation, he crawled back to discard his own boxers, before covering his length with the condom you tossed him. 

"Gotta be responsible, right?" you smiled, flashing him a flirtatious, confident wink as you took pride in being prepared. And Simon simply chuckled in response, returning to the mattress and kneeling between your legs, before he then pulled you close to him, wrapping your legs around him as he lined the tip of his cock with your entrance before slowly pushing in.

It was no secret that Simon was a large man. Standing at 6'4" and weighing 205 lbs, he was undeniably substantial, and his hard member only reflected that. He knew he had to go slow, taking his time as he controlled the movements of his hips perfectly from this angle.

So, with a firm grip on your thighs and hips, he gently stretched your walls inch by inch, eliciting soft sounds of pleasure from you, causing you to grasp onto the pillow behind you as he reached your depths.

"Oh yes, ma puce," Simon hummed under his breath, relishing in the tightness of your smaller frame around him, before he then began to pull out and push back in, settling into a slow and steady rhythm to ease into the experience.

"Mmm, oh," you moaned softly, the sensation of his movements sending waves of pleasure through you, your legs trembling in response to his deep penetration.

The pace was a perfect blend of slow and steady, each thrust filled with deep passion. You found yourself panting for air as he gradually increased the intensity, feeling your muscles adjust to accommodate his size.

Yet, though he tried to maintain control, Simon couldn't deny the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him as your bodies melted together. With each movement, you pushed him closer to the edge, fuelling his desire for more.

However, resisting the urge to push harder and faster, he instead leaned over your petite form and captured your lips in a hungry kiss. He then took a strong hold of your body, urging you to wrap your arms around his neck as he lifted you from the mattress, positioning you to straddle him as he leaned back on his heels.

It wasn’t exactly an easy position to master at first, but as you sank deeper onto his cock, a loud, uncontrolled moan escaped your lips. And almost instinctively, you grabbed onto his brown locks and began to bounce on him.

“Oh yes, mmm baby, that’s it,” he encouraged seductively, his hands guiding your hips as you moved your core up and down his shaft. Cries of pleasure slipped from your tongue and lips, the intensity overwhelming any attempt at connecting in sloppy kisses, while pearls of sweat formed on your skin as you moved in sync, lost in pure pleasure.

“Mmm, god, it feels... so good,” you softly whined as you found a rhythm, your thighs controlling your motions while his strong embrace kept you in place. Your grip in his hair tightened with every passing moment as he stimulated you from within, and soon, you couldn’t hold back your eagerness to reach the impending second orgasm.

And Simon sensed your urgency as your muscles clenched, your panting uncontrolled, and your motions fervent. “Yes, ma puce… come for me, come on my dick,” he encouraged seductively, his hands guiding your hips to move faster, before he allowed his thumb to seek out your clit, and give you the final push. 

You didn’t need to be told twice. Bouncing a few times more vigorously, you let out a deep moan as you pushed yourself to your second climax, resting your head in the crook of his neck as you shut your eyes.

Barely able to hold your own body upright, Simon had you secured as you let the rush of pleasure take over. And you couldn’t ignore that your legs trembled as your core pulsated around him, this being one of the most intense orgasms you’d experienced in a long time.

Breathing became close to difficult, but you managed to refill your lungs with air as you collected yourself, slowly coming out of the euphoric state.

Simon gave you the time you needed to come down from the high, yet he felt his own climax approaching. With the tightness of your core around him, it was increasingly difficult to hold back. So, as he sensed you were back to reality, your satisfied smile indicating your pleasure as you leaned back and opened your eyes, he crashed his lips onto yours in a hungry kiss while pressing you back down into the mattress and picking up forceful thrusts.

Driven by nothing but primal instincts, Simon then pounded vigorously into you, the echoes of your moans ringing in his ears. The air was thick with the scent of sex, the noises of your bodies colliding with force filling the room. And you knew your neighbour was likely to hear you, but you didn’t care. Your mind and body had surrendered to the team’s new defenceman, and you did nothing to stop him from pushing himself closer to his own climax, thrusting with every bit of energy he had in him until he let out a deep grunt, accompanied by a few French curse words, as he released himself into the condom.

You could barely move as Simon rested on top of you, both of your breaths deep and eager. None of you spoke as the high slowly faded, and it was only with care that Simon withdrew himself, offering you a quick kiss before he went to discard the condom.

Your body still tingled from the latest orgasm, as if months of silent flirting had finally found release. Catching your breath, you couldn't help but smile as the hockey player returned to the bed.

Naturally, you both knew he couldn’t stay the night; no one should know he’d been the cause of your loud moans. However, during breakfast, neither of you could resist sending glances across the room. And during the plane ride back to Toronto, you shared only secret messages, trying not to draw attention from your teammates.

Yet that only lasted a few days before Max caught on to the sexual tension between you, and with his big mouth running, soon everyone on the team knew.

Initially, you felt a little embarrassed. However, as you overheard Simon talking about how good it felt to finally give in to his desires and wanting to find a way to ask you out, you felt a level of pride and warmth within you.

And fortunately, it didn’t take long before you finally went on your very first official date.

[theotherbuckley]

Fuck it Friday 🖋️

Tagged by @wikiangela <333

Guys I have officially written smut (which @diazsdimples was kind enough to read through thank you 🙏🏾). Ok I’m not gonna share it today though but I thought yall should know👀 currently it’s only really unhealthy sex with Buck and someone who isn’t Eddie BUT DONT WORRY I’ll make it up to y’all and have Buddie smut eventually in this fic too. Btw this is healing fic but like you knew that I haven’t written anything else for a while. Anyway here’s some more of that fic:

365 days after Eddie gets shot, Buck breaks.

He needs something stronger than a few beers, needs something to make him feel better, at least for a little while. So he opens his liquor cabinet and pulls out a bottle he thinks is Gin and he gets ready to pour himself a glass when he wonders what the point of having a glass is. He hasn’t done the dishes in far too long and they’re piling up at the sink. So what’s the point of having another glass to wash up. He looks down at his feet, where the broken shards are still there, he knows there’s cuts on his feet, he can see specks of blood dotted on the floor, but he can’t feel anything. His body is just so numb.

He takes a swig from the bottle, dropping to sit on the floor, his head knocking against the cabinet doors. He takes another sip.

And another.

And another.

And another and another until his body feels lighter, and the world spins around him when he tries to stand up. And he laughs. He laughs because he’s still there and everyone else is gone. He laughs because he never thought he’d be back here. He laughs because he’s a fool, a fuck-up. He laughs because he knows he was always going to end up here, with too many scars littered on his skin, with a brain that hates itself, and a body falling apart. Alone, just like he was when he was 14 years old.

I realise that nothing I share from this fic is in any sort of linear order but to be fair I don’t write in a linear order a lot of the time either so 🤷🏽‍♀️

Ok so tagging the moots 💗💗 @disasterbuckdiaz @fortheloveofbuddie @jeeyuns @wildlife4life @honestlydarkprincess @eddiebabygirldiaz @spagheddiediaz @jesuisici33 @your-catfish-friend @ladydorian05 @giddyupbuck @eowon @elvensorceress @watchyourbuck @steadfastsaturnsrings @housewifebuck @thewolvesof1998 @king-buckley @rainbow-nerdss @cal-daisies-and-briars @malewifediaz @evanbegins @diazsdimples @bucksbirthmark  @puppyboybuckley @underwater-ninja-13 @daffi-990 @fionaswhvre @aspecbuddie @lover-of-mine @nmcggg @tizniz @monsterrae1 please tell me if you want to be added or removed !!!

[comfortabletogether]

HIIIIIIIII !!! UR NIKEI WRITING GOT ME LICKING MY THUMBS, FINISHING MY PLATE 😋😋😋

Is it possible to request a s/o like Haruhi Fujioka? Not exactly dating, but when they like first met? If you’ve never seen Ouran, Haruhi is a girl who’s perceived as masculine to most people, leading to gender assumptions. In reality she doesn’t really care (Gn!S/O, maybe?), but I’d love to see the reactions of characters if they were to find out about their gender !!!

Specifically I’d like to request Nikei, but you can feel free to add whoever u think would be interesting as well !!! Hope you have a wonderful day !!!

IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY WRITING SO MUCH!! It means a lot to me!! I was originally going to write a fic for this but I hate writing on my phone. And I added Emma and Yuri to this prompt.

I’m so sorry this request is so old. Like stuff just got in the way I’m so sorry. And I know person who requested that Phineas and Ferb hc, it’s taking forever but like, I’m struggling.

WARNING: SPOILERS

~ Mod Haruhiko ✈️

Nikei Yomiuri

🖋️ He met you while grumbling about Mikado, scribbling down notes about how he would only tell Void the bare minimum about the other participants. Hell, he won’t share about one participant more than their face.

🖋️ But then comes in you, a slightly feminine looking guy. And Nikei pulls back up his bubbly persona immediately wanting for an interview to try and understand you since he hasn’t learned anything from Mikado.

🖋️ Nikei actually enjoyed your company when you were having your small introductory conversation. And before breakfast he’d seek out your company to find you so the two of you could sit together.

🖋️ Nikei learned that you weren’t actually a guy by when the two of you were hanging out you told him that you had to use the restroom and walked into the girls restroom. Which he was going to make a sly comment about when you came back but then he realized that only girls could go in the girls bathroom.

🖋️ Which leaves you with a very surprised Nikei to deal with. And being a journalist he asks a lot of questions.

Emma Magorobi 

🎬 Emma enjoyed your presence from the start, you were the only one to immediately treat her like an equal, like a classmate. And you seemed to understand her being sick of being so famous in a way.

🎬 When everyone decided to go swimming, she ended up appreciating you more when instead of going in like everyone else, you had decided to go and get to know Emma further. You didn’t even question why she didn’t go in.

🎬 Emma loved your company more when she noticed that you’d laugh or smile at almost every single one of her jokes, even if you told her they were awful. She just found your smile endearing.

🎬 In her mind, she never questioned your gender until on the second island, she offered to go and dress up. Emma walked in on the middle of you changing and was shocked to figure it out.

🎬 But alongside of her shock, she didn’t mind at the same time. You were still the same person after all.

Yuri Kagarin 

🌌 He is hurling insults at you when you first met. As he immediately assumes that you are a male. And he didn’t exactly want to hear anything else from it. He didn’t want anything to do with men, especially not make casual conversation with them.

🌌 You were at least a little interesting in who he was. Since he did talk about the fact he has been kidnapped before and you wanted to make sure that he was doing alright mentally.

🌌 Since Yuri would absolutely refuse to acknowledge you, you’d definitely have to tell someone like Sora or someone who already knew like Kokoro, if you want to talk. And when you do, he at leas tried to hear you out before he was shocked at the revelation of you being female and identifying with female vocabulary.

🌌 Before he could properly believe you, he did make you go into one of the bathrooms. Which you did oblige to. And after you proved it, Yuri went crazy apologizing in at least several different languages and swearing at himself in Russian.

🌌 Yuri will stay by you and praise you endlessly like the other girls. 

[malachiexists13]

STATUS: Started October 4th, 2023 - Ongoing

SUMMARY:

Life at college was meant to be quiet and remotely uneventful. But it seemed fate has different intentions. With the introduction of a new student that causes a stir within Y/n's friend group, and a project with an "unapproachable" partner... Will Y/n falter under the stress? Or... will something unexpected happen?

GENRE/S: Modern - Interactive - Romance - Slice of Life - Angst

DISCLAIMER:

Angst; Miscommunication; College Depiction Written by Someone Who Has Not Attended College; Characters Potentially Out of Character; Suggestive Language; Lame Humor;

*more to be added as story is written

Relationship Tracker coming soon

Explanation Video coming soon

NOTE: This is an interactive fic, meaning your choices WILL affect the story! You can both gain and lose relationships, and it is entirely possible to get an ending with a character who is not one of the three established love interests. It all depends on your actions. So please, choose wisely.

KEY (will be updated):

🤍 - Y/n POV

🔞 - NSFW Content

🖋️ - Written Portion

FIRST YEAR

0. "A fresh beginning" [🖋️]

1. "Oh wait-- He's cute?" [🖋️]

2. "Bitchless Era" [🖋️]

3. To Be Determined

TAGLIST: (open!)

@veekoko @kodzusmiles @our-raven-strife-universe @lixenen @featuredtofu

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[invisibleraven]

Random WIP Ask Game

💯🎶🎨🖋️

And 51 words to add.

Already answered 🎨 here

💯 [100] How many words does your WIP currently have? How many words do you hope it'll have when it's done?

We are currently at 6.4k words and I think it'll definitely be around 10k when I'm done, but who knows? I have plans for this story, so we will have to see!

🎶 [Notes] Do you have any other WIP related things, like moodboards, character portraits, playlists or similar?

I do not as of right now, though I may try to make a moodboard once it's done. I am not the artsy type honestly, and anything like that I do after the story is done, but as always, if anyone wants to make something for this or any of my fics, feel free!

🖋️ [Pen] Describe your WIP in a single, terrible sentence.

Julie was so sure her soulmate was a ghost...it just wasn't the one she was expecting

I added 236 words, have a snippet:

“I didn’t know what I would do if something happened to you,” he said, maybe too honest, but Reggie’s heart was as present on his sleeve as the number of freckles that dotted his skin. “I just found you.”

[rosesloveletters]

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[full-swing-kiss]

hey, bitches and bros and nonbinary hoes!

Name: Zayna/Adhya

Pronouns: she/her

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🖋️ ~ healing (billy knight)

(congrats!)

I had actually had the idea for healing before I even started sick of losing soulmates (which I finished and posted first) but I wanted to do a fic that more directly addressed billy's mental health because I felt like if I mostly ignored or wrote it off, it would come across like erasing his illness so I could just sexualize him which felt rude lol. so I ended up doing the mini-series first which was really unique for me, much angstier than I usually write and with way more obstacles to the relationship (in fact I wasn't sure if I was going to get them together in the end but that's not even my point)

with healing, though, I let myself really go back to my comfort zone and write something sexy, fun, and romantic! he was much calmer in the hospital than in other scenes and it was obvious that that was closer to his real self than when he was fully manic and paranoid (except that he was extra calm from presumably painkillers lol), so I wanted that to be the setting. I have some experience sleeping overnight in hospitals and I based some of the medical elements on that. I made the reader american less because I wanted to insert myself and more because I wanted to have fun with the slight cultural differences-- and I have this idea that billy would like a headstrong, sassy american girl (once again this is not based on myself I'm conflict-avoidant as fuck)

I also expected to get hate for the section where the reader shades people who believe vaccines cause autism or that you can look like a celebrity by drinking tea from an instagram ad-- thankfully people thought it was funny and agreed with me! I was nervous to have an anti-vaxxer in my inbox but I couldn't bring myself to delete that line!

[grapenehifics]

💖 [Heart] or 🖋️ [Pen] for Pick Up the Pieces (so far), please? Whichever one you want to answer

You have endeared yourself to me forever, anon, because I love to talk about this fic, but am I also frustrated by talking about it, because I'm trying to keep so much of it under wraps. (Perhaps unnecessarily. You may all read this and be like...why the big secrecy? This is just normal fic stuff? But I'm doing it nevertheless.)

🖋️ [Pen] Describe your WIP in a single, terrible sentence.

Taking these in backwards order, and also cheating, because I'm going to give you a sneak peek at the AO3 summary instead, which is longer than one sentence but I'm happy with it:

You might want to buckle up, baby.

Obi-Wan had always been taught that Lost Jedi were to be mourned, pitied, perhaps even feared. To actually become one would be, well, a fate worse than death.

Nobody had warned him that he might actually enjoy it.

The Clones Wars have ended. A tentative peace has broken out, although not without some hiccups along the way. Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Ahsoka have voluntarily left the Jedi Order, and are on their way to Kamino to investigate the mystery of the clones’ strange behavior…

💖 [Heart] What is your favorite moment in this WIP?

More cheating; I'm picking two. Well, one and a half. The first one is part of a scene I've already shared, where our disaster trio, as they are no longer Jedi and probably shouldn't be walking around wearing Jedi robes anymore, pick out new clothes for themselves, and Anakin takes the opportunity to check out Obi-Wan's ass. There's a bunch of little moments like that in the chapter where this comes from where the three of them get a second to just be, and be with each other, and do normal family things like go shopping and run errands, and it's all really sweet. They argue but they're just really good to each other.

The second one I'm just going to summarize. Ahsoka is faced with a tough choice she has to make totally randomly, by guessing, and if she guesses wrong she and a bunch of other people are going to die. She calls Obi-Wan, who doesn't know she's in this tough situation, and kind of vaguely asks him for advice but mostly she's comming him just to talk to him and get to hear his voice one more time in case it's the last thing she does.

(As I'm writing this out I'm realizing how morbid this sounds. She doesn't die; I promise!! They're all fine!! It's actually a really sweet scene! Obi-Wan is a good dad/friend/big-brother person!)

This middle section of the story, which is what Pick Up the Pieces is, now, because I added a part 3 because I can't help myself, is all about tying up loose ends and facing some of Anakin's demons from his past (hence the title), but it's also about exploring their connection as a dyad and as a family, and each of them get a chance to prove to the other two that they've got each other's backs no matter what.

Plus also a bunch of stuff explodes, so, that's pretty cool, too.

[lightgriffinsect]

If your favorite character isn't listed here, guidelines for suggestions are under the cut ⬇️

Suggested characters are welcome in the replies or reblogs!

However, please note that I will not be adding any characters from Vs. Sonic.EXE, Vs. Impostor, Wednesday's Infidelity, Mario's Madness, Mistful Crimson Morning, Indie Cross, or similar mods.

This is because these characters originate from non-FNF media and I would prefer to keep the majority of the characters either from the base game or from an OC mod. As many mods based on other games/creepypastas have grown to outshine the original game and mods, I want to keep my series as a way to remember the original FNF characters.

This isn't a hard and fast rule, there are some exceptions:

Newgrounds characters are welcome, as FNF itself is a Newgrounds game and many Newgrounds characters have become canon to FNF in some way or another.

The girls from DDLC due to their connection with Week 6. I also just really like the DDTO mod 😅 I've already been using Monika alongside Senpai and Spirit, so I figure the other girls are allowed as well.

If you have a suggestion for a character and you're not sure whether it fits under these rules, just ask! You can reply to this post or send an ask.

I may update this list in the future, if circumstances arise that call for me to do so.

I may make an FNF Filler Episodes (Incorrect Quotes fic) masterpost in the future to keep track of all the characters, all the weeks, and rules for submitting suggestions.

In the meantime, the full list of characters can be found on the AO3 version of this series.

[theotherbuckley]

WIP Wednesday 🖋️

Tagged by @daffi-990 💗

Here’s more healing fic.. I’m not that happy about this snippet honestly there’s a lot of this fic that idk it doesn’t feel right but ah it is what it is. I do really like the last sentence of this though. Anyway, I’m gonna write more tomorrow I might go through the fic and just make it better tho idk we will see.

Buck returns to work the next day, promising himself that he won’t let anyone down.

He’s being naïve — in hindsight he’s not sure how he ever thought things would just get better because he said so.

He’s so fucking naïve.

He goes back to work and pretends he’s happy. He’s happy. He bounces up the stairs to the loft, in his long-sleeved uniform telling himself that he’s excited, that he’s not feeling like the world is crushing him. He is excited to see everyone. To be home.

He sees Hen first, she smiles at him and wraps him up in a big hug. “Buck!” she exclaims.

“H–Hi Hen.”

“It’s not the same here without you, I’ve had nobody to make fun of, Chimney would be disappointed.”

“Hey!” Buck turns towards Eddie, as if to say ‘look at this slander’. Except Eddie isn’t there. Because Eddie doesn’t work there anymore. Because Eddie left the 118.

Because Eddie left him.

It’s not that he forgot. He couldn’t forget if he tried. It’s just, he just wanted to be home so much that he forgot that his home was falling apart.

The light dims from his eyes, and he tries to keep a smile on his face but he knows the moment when Hen realises he’s not okay.

“Buck?”

“Yeah, I— I’m fine, I’m good.” He lies, plastering a bigger smile on is face. He hopes it’s enough.

“I know it’s not the same without them here,” Hen continues. “But, we’ve got each other, and I mean you’re not so good at Mario Kart but—”

“Hey! I could beat you any day.” He laughs at the tease though his mind just gives him images of nights spent at the Diaz house, Christopher between him and Eddie, laughing, crying, playing video games and feeling like a real family. He hasn’t seen Christopher in a month.

He laughs at himself. He’s not their family.

He’s a liar, and a home wrecker. A broken man who doesn’t deserve them. Doesn’t deserve him.

Maybe he shouldn’t be here at all.

It’s not a surprise when it happens. When the remnants of his façade cracks and then shatters all at once. He is grateful though, when he finds he is not alone in picking up the pieces.

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[kuraitsune]

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WHAT i CAN WRiTE

fluff

angst

hurt/comfort [or no comfort]

aus

mild suggestive

polyamorous(poly) relationships

random scenarios

& more, will be adding more as i write more!

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full-blown smut

a lot of gore(aka too graphic to even imagine)

suicidal topics

people idk how to write for

& more, will be adding more if i ever find more (painge)

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