#Candy Can Lane fan fic

[megamindsecretlair]

Mr. Black, Part 5

Pairing: Tre x Assistant!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. FILTH. PWP, cursing, PIV, fingering (fem receiving), oral (male and fem receiving) , spanking, dirty talk, praise kink, dumbass reader, power imbalance, Tre is a boss, all consensual.

Summary: The morning after spending an incredible night with Tre, he wakes you up with a morning surprise. You learn more about each other. Back at the office, things seemed to have calmed down between you until there's a surprise visitor.

Word Count: 7,425k

A/N: Whew, we getting into the nitty gritty between these two. But I think reader has reached an important milestone. This was so hot to write! Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

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You woke up feeling like you were in the jaws of hell. Your thighs were slick with sweat. You slowly rose to consciousness and pushed your hand out, looking for the edge of your fluffy comforter, but you were met with a thinner one. You opened one eye to peek at it and last night came rushing back at you.

You turned your head and saw Tre still deep in sleep. His chest rumbled up and down with soft snores. One arm was draped over your middle and the other was beneath the pillow under your head. His leg was wrapped around yours. You were completely tucked into his chest.

You waited for the panic to settle in. You couldn’t remember the last time you woke up next to someone after getting thoroughly fucked to sleep. But strangely it didn’t come. You weren’t super comfortable, but you weren’t ready to run into the hill screaming bloody murder either. 

You watched him as he slept. He still looked so severe. As if he could wake up at any moment and order you around.

You were burning the fuck up, so you grabbed his hand to move it. He shifted and wrapped his hand around your stomach, pulling you deeper into his chest. His leg hiked up higher on yours and you flopped onto the bed. He was like a damn boulder! 

You tried to extricate his arm from around you but he only dug in. You huffed and nudged him with your elbow. You tried pushing him a little harder. You were uncomfortably sweaty. Under your boobs, your ass, your thighs. You needed some air, pronto. You shoved against him with all of your might but he was much larger than you. 

You shifted your hips trying to dislodge his leg. His big hand flexed against your tummy while his head dropped against your ear. “You ready for mornin’ dick?” He asked.

“You can’t be serious!” 

As if your vagina wasn’t worn out already. As if he hadn’t dragged you to heaven and back because he wasn’t done with you yet. As if he hadn’t been knocking the coins out of you for the past week!

But he only laughed. How was it fair that his voice was even sexier first thing in the morning? It was so low and deep and gravelly. Even as your mind was screaming for you to stand up, your pussy began to throb. 

Already, you were addicted to his touches. You told him last night that you didn’t want the sex to stop. And you meant it. You didn’t quite mean it this literally. 

He moved his hand down your stomach, flexing his fingers all over your skin. He began to nibble on your ear. Tugging the lobe in between his teeth and growling low in the back of his throat. 

“We need a safe word,” he said. He licked the shell of your ear and you moaned.

His fingers played with the curls at your pussy and you whined, needing more stimulation than that. He knew it too. His deft fingers skimmed just outside of your pussy lips and you moved your hips, trying to get his fingers to where you needed him most. He tightened his thighs so that his leg kept you from moving too much.

“Give me a safe word,” he said. He started to inch his fingers back up towards your stomach.

“I don’t know!” You whined.

“First thing that come to your mind,” he whispered. His breath fanned across your ear and neck and you blew out a breath. You were burning up for entirely different reasons now. Needy. Desperate. 

“Candy cane,” you said.

He chuckled. “Candy cane it is,” he said. He moved his hand lower, finally moving between your folds and growling in your ear at already finding you wet. 

“What do we have here,” he said. His dick twitched against your side, growing thicker. Your body hummed with the memory of what he did last night. What he said. 

Your body arched off of the bed as he dipped one finger inside of you. You clenched around his finger, not willing to let him go. “Needy little thing, ain’t you?” He asked.

You nodded. His thumb traced your clit and you moaned, closing your eyes and getting lost to the sensation of you getting wetter. His magical fingers working you up into a frenzy that had you shaking with lust. 

You felt your approaching orgasm and you began to push at his hand. It was coming entirely too fast and you couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t deal. But he was still too big to move. He only leaned up so he could look at your face while the orgasm came anyway, washing over you and making you moan loud as hell. 

He withdrew his fingers and brought them to his nose, taking a deep breath before sucking on his fingers. “My favorite kind of breakfast.” 

His sleepy eyes narrowed even more as he finally got the hell off of you. Cool air met your skin where he previously occupied and you groaned. You’d definitely need another shower now. Preferably at your house so you didn’t show up to your family’s house smelling like sex and spice. 

He moved to kneel on the bed in front of you. He grabbed your legs and spread them open wide. His hand made sure to grip the chain around your thigh, pressing the ‘T’ into your skin. He stared at your dripping pussy with a smug look on his face. You clenched around nothing the longer he stared and he seemed to grow more excited as he watched you squirm. He licked his lips as he stared at your pussy, tilting his head one way and then the next.

You watched the emotions play out over his face and you wish you knew what he was thinking. What he was feeling. You had a peek behind the curtain yesterday and you selfishly wanted more. You wanted to listen to his voice and words and wrap them around you like a hug. It was still scary, but you were young. You didn’t have to label every fucking thing.

He laid down flat on his stomach, scooting in between your legs. Your thighs went over his shoulders as he delved in, lapping up your juices with his wide tongue. 

“Oh shit!” You yelled out. You gripped his head but he was determined. He pushed against you, flattening his tongue against your clit and flicking his tongue. You started to convulse, shaking beyond your control. 

“Oh, ouee,” you moaned. You watched him while he ate you out. His eyes were closed, wholly devoted to seeking your pleasure. His beard glistened with your running arousal and it only made your thighs shake harder. 

He slipped one hand in between you so that he could push his fingers back inside of you. Two pumped in and out of you lazily while he continued to attack your pussy, sucking in every last drop that you oozed out. He moved his other hand up along your belly and towards your breasts, tugging on one of your nipples.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned. He pinched your nipples and you finally let go, finally let that orgasm sink you under and never let you up for air. You gasped and writhed, lost in another plane of existence while you let the orgasm wash over you. 

Tre continued to eat you out through you. His nasty, wet slurps hollowed out your chest. You wanted to sink into him. You wanted to intertwine your bodies so that you couldn’t tell where he began and you stopped. Stitched and pulled apart with a thin thread of pleasure to connect both of you. 

You flopped against the bed no longer able to support your weight on your elbows. You huffed for air as Tre placed wet kisses to your pussy, inner thighs, belly. He crawled up your body until you were face to face.

You smelled yourself on his lips. He ran his tongue across his teeth and tilted his head at you. It looked like he was trying to figure you out. In the haze of post-orgasm, you remembered that he said that he wanted to break you. Was he looking for signs of you tapping out? 

You hadn’t gotten what you really wanted yet so there was no way you were using your newly minted safe word. You smiled and closed the distance. You tasted your arousal on his tongue. He took his time running his tongue across yours. Letting you taste just how much he turned you on. 

Your kisses were wet and loud in the morning light. The darkness of his sheets and furniture did little to cut into the light poking through his blinds. The shadows played across his skin and you ran your hands over his shoulders, down his back, and cupped his ass.

He moaned and pushed his hips into yours, letting you feel that glorious monster of his. Your kisses continued lazily. He sucked on your bottom lip, retreating and converging in sloppy waves. 

Your body began to burn once more. You were achingly empty. Your pussy throbbed with absolute need. Your moans turned to whines as he was content to kiss you. His dick was just there, out of reach. 

He gyrated his hips, digging into you without entering you. Your hands moved up and down his body, wanting to feel all of him. Everywhere. The more you kissed, the lower he got until he was laying most of his weight on you.

You moaned, loving the unexplainable feeling of being crushed beneath him. He pulled away and hissed, moving his lips to your jaw and then your ear.

“Let me hear you beg a lil’ bit,” he said. 

You bit your lip suddenly feeling a little shy. Then again, he had been balls deep inside you plenty of times. He had a whole shower cap ready for you and still fucked you like you were a goddess. 

“Please, Sir, fuck me,” you moaned.

He chuckled, placing a kiss on your cheek. He ground his hips into you.

“Ion think you really want it,” he said. He moved to sit back and you clutched his back, digging your nails in. You let him see how desperate you were. Still, he moved backwards, until he was able to stand up.

“Please! Fill me up! I’m so empty. Please,” you said. You leaned up on your elbows to watch him.

“I’m still not convinced,” he said. He looked down at you, tilting his head once more. 

You pouted a bit and widened your eyes. You sat up on the bed. “Please,” you whispered. 

He grinned and pulled you by your ankles to move to the edge of the bed. You yelped as you slid access the slick sheets. He moved his hand to grip his length and rolled the tip of his dick through your folds before moving down to your entrance and pushing in. He watched as your eyes widened further, as your mouth dropped open at the fullness of him. You pushed at his chest even though this was what you begged for. 

He grabbed your wrist and slammed it against the mattress. He pushed in further, deeper, and your head fell back against the mattress. He used his free hand to grab your right thigh, pulling it higher and over his shoulder.

You stared at him. Something bestial moved behind his eyes as he found an entirely new angle. “Oh shit,” you gasped. He kissed your ankle and calf as he moved inside of you slow and deep, giving you long strokes.

“Oh fuck me!” You moaned. You twisted your wrist, trying to move his hand so that you could push against his chest again. Your free hand gripped his ass and pulled him in harder. 

“What are your plans for today?” He asked.

“Whaa?” You looked at him. He had a determined look in his eye even as he was waiting for an answer. 

“I asked you a question,” he said. He increased his pace, slamming into you with force. You practically bounced on his dick with how hard he was fucking into you. 

You whined and moaned, eyes crossing as he fucked you. You couldn’t answer, couldn’t breathe, and this fucker wanted to play twenty-one questions? “F-family traditions,” you said.

“Nothing but family?” 

“Uhnf, think so?” You weren’t sure where he was going with this. He pushed into you with enough force that wet slaps split the air. Your thighs slapped together with his and his balls slapped against your ass. 

He kissed you, running his tongue across your lips. “I want you to put on another one of them sets you wore last night,” he said.

You bit your lip, feeling so aroused you wanted to scream. “Around my family?” You asked.

He nodded. “And come see me after,” he said. 

Shit, he was working the hell outta your pussy. Your thigh burned from where he held it over his shoulder. He bit into your calf and you cried out. 

“Say you’ll come see me,” he said. He looked back at you, staring into your eyes. 

Pressure built in your lower belly. He was stroking with such ferocity, you felt like you were the one that was going to be split in half. 

“You-ah-dictating what I wear?” You asked. Your head flopped uselessly on the bed. You could only get fucked and try to keep up with his strokes. Your breasts bounced with each stroke. 

“Say you’ll come see me,” he said. His strokes turned desperate, sloppily jerking into you like he was looking for the holy grail in between your legs. 

“Okay, Daddy,” you said, and huffed a laugh. You intended it as a joke since he wanted to start dictating shit around here. But he didn’t laugh with you. You turned your eyes towards him and his eyes were practically feral.

“Say it again,” he growled. 

Oh shit, oh shit, you fucked up. 

He dropped your leg and it slapped against his hip. He released your wrist and then dug his hands under your thighs. He hefted you up with your knees in the crook of his elbows.

“Say it again,” he hissed. He stood up with you cradled in his arms. A brief flash of panic coursed through you and you held onto his shoulders. 

“Sir!” You yelled.

“Say that shit again,” he said. The boss you knew no longer existed. There was a wild, untamed gleam in his eyes. An answering animalistic urge woke up within you.

“Yes Daddy,” you said. 

He groaned and pumped his arms, slamming you up and down on his length. You cried out. At this angle, he slipped completely out of you until only the tip of his dick remained inside of you. Then, you felt the entire length of him as you glided back down on him. 

“Oh fuck! Ouue, fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me!” You moaned. 

“Say that shit again,” he moaned low in his throat. 

“Daddy, I’m ‘bout to–” You couldn’t finish your sentence as you came ferociously. You shook and convulsed as if fireworks were detonated in your core. You saw flashes behind your closed eyelids as you came with a loud keening wail. 

You clenched down on his dick, squeezing him. “That’s a good girl, cumming all over Daddy’s dick. Let me feel it,” he moaned. He continued to pump inside of you, chasing his own orgasm in your wet heat. 

He threw his head back and grunted as he released inside of you. At this angle, he immediately came spilling back out. Some of his cum leaked down your ass and you moaned. You were so thoroughly claimed, you could die happy. 

You shook with sudden cold and Tre kissed your cheek. He walked you over to the bed and laid you down gently. Your huffing breaths mingled as you both climbed down off that precipice of pleasure. 

He groaned as he slipped out of you. He laid down next to you, cupping your cheek. He ducked down for a quick peck, too out of breath for more. But it was enough. He was still an asshole but at least he listened. 

He cuddled up next to you, pulling you until your head rested on his chest. You brought your right leg to drape over his. He fingered the chain around your thigh and sighed. There was a slight smile on his face. He kissed the top of your head and you kissed his chest.

For a brief moment, you two just sat there in the aftermath of a really intense session. Now that the adrenaline was leaving you, sensation returned to your thigh. You didn’t show bruises easily, but you were starting to feel twinges of pain on your thighs. You stretched it out, kind of turned on to be claimed so roughly. 

He rubbed your arm, rubbing feeling back into you. You still briefly shook, quick aftershocks from your orgasm. You kissed his chest. “I know cuddling isn’t your thing…” You were about to get up to relieve him of the burden, but he tightened his arm around your shoulder. 

“I’m where I need to be,” he said. He nudged his lips against your temple, cheek, and finally your lips. “You’ll come back here after?” He asked.

“It might be really late,” you said. You bit your lip. Why was it so hard to say no to him? You weren’t trying to run, but you weren’t kidding about needing patience. This was entirely new territory for you. 

He kissed your cheek again. It was like once you asked for that much, he couldn’t help continuing to do it. 

“I don’t want anything. No sex. Just us,” he said. 

You looked into his eyes. He seemed sincere…

“I’ll come back here after,” you said with a grin. Fuck it. Maybe you really did need to think less.

You spent Christmas Eve and Christmas with your family, enjoying the silly little traditions you had like opening one present on Christmas Eve and gathering around for food and drinks. The grown folks retreated to the Spades table, talking trash but trying to keep it light since ya’ll were trying to keep the holiday spirit.

Grandma whupped everyone’s ass, sweeping the table with a long string of profanities that the children cackled over. They told Grandma to put some money in the swear jar. Grandma told them to kiss her cookies. 

On Christmas Eve night, you went to Tre’s house, too exhausted to do anything more than enjoy a glass of wine and talk to him. He was…surprisingly funny. Even though you were dead tired, he rubbed your aching feet while he told you wild stories from his youth. His life could fill several movies. 

Stories about growing up scraping for every dollar he could get his hands on. Scuffling with the local roughnecks, getting into fights at school. You spent the whole time trying to reconcile the image he was painting with the man in front of you and just couldn’t picture it. He was always so well put together.

As promised, he kept his hands to himself. He rubbed your feet, legs, and arms, but there was nothing sneaky about it. He wasn’t trying to push you into sex when you were clearly worn out. He made you tell him all about your family and the traditions you had. You told him that Christmas was your favorite holiday and he told you that he didn’t have one. You tried to pester him, but he shrugged and told you that he worked holidays so they were just another day to him.

That night, he stripped you out of your clothes, showered with you (only showered), and then crawled into bed still whispering about your lives. It was like he was trying to speed run through all the dating questions you couldn’t do at an actual dinner. 

Did that bother you? Would you ever be able to show your face in public with this man? Did you want the scrutiny? 

You had to go home Christmas night because you didn’t have anything for work at his place. He offered to take you shopping in the morning for anything you needed and you had to do a lot of convincing to let him know that it was a bad idea. 

You reluctantly said good night to him, climbing into your car and headed home. You always thought that inviting anyone into your life meant giving up too much. You were aware of your faults. Constantly giving yourself to people until there was nothing of you left. And when you exerted some boundaries, the situation blew up in your face because they had already gotten used to you working yourself to death over them. They gaslit you into trying to make you believe that you lied to them in the beginning. 

You didn’t lie. You just wanted them to like you. You liked taking care of them but not to the point of making yourself sick. So up in flames the relationships went until you resigned yourself to quickies and brief flings. You worked hard to maintain boundaries. Keeping guys at arm’s length so that you don't have to pour too much of yourself into it.

You didn’t want anything to ruin that. You liked having space. You liked waking up alone, having quiet mornings to yourself. Pouring yourself some coffee, reading, and getting ready at your leisure. You could walk around your place butterball naked and who was gonna stop you? 

But this past weekend with Tre felt…different. It wasn’t bad, it wasn’t good. You didn’t feel like you were compromising anything about your hard earned safety or boundaries by being at his place. Though he loved to ice skate on your boundaries. He was damn convincing with those glasses, that beard, and that smooth skin that looked good enough to eat. 

You took a deep breath as you made it home and piddled around, cleaning this or that and starting a load of laundry. You had it bad for Tre. You could admit that in the comfort of your home and in the safety of your mind. You didn’t know what to do with the information. You only wished it wouldn’t bite you in the ass. 

Come Tuesday morning, you were refreshed and relaxed, combing through the invoices. He was going to ask about these soon. Especially when he glanced at his calendar and saw that you kept playing leapfrog with the meeting. How could you present inaccurate records to the client, showing that you had been overbilling them this entire time? 

Looking back into earlier records proved that you hadn’t miscalculated. You were a dumbass but you weren’t stupid. The client had been overbilled for years and now you were knee deep in records from five years ago. You feared that this was going to go back way to the beginning of the account. 

How did you even attempt to bring this up to Tre? 

He was currently in a phone meeting with a different client. You ran a quick check of those invoices, they were good. But they were also a smaller company. They would notice being overbilled. 

Since you had reached your new arrangement just this weekend, it seemed to dull the lust between you and Tre at work. He still gave you looks hot enough to scorch, but he wasn’t trying to rip your clothes off before work, during lunch, after work, and before you headed home. 

Speaking of lunch…

You grabbed your phone, ready to order something for the both of you. He told you that he still wanted to spend his lunches with you, whether or not he was having you as a dessert. 

Your core heated up just thinking about it. You could get used to getting fucked so often, he just had to give you a proper rest period. Your pussy was not Wonder Woman. 

“Hey!” You looked up to see Lee, a manager like Tre. She was a white woman with blond hair, tall for a woman, and wearing an oversized red suit. 

“I’m sorry, he’s in a meeting,” you said. 

Lee waved her hand. “I’m actually here to see you. I know you started during a difficult time. Well, you, and some other assistants. I just wanted to check in,” she said. 

“Oh! Thank you! I like working here,” you said. Thank goodness you couldn’t blush where anyone could see. You would be a walking neon sign if she could see how badly the tips of your ears burned. 

She nodded towards all the paperwork on your desk. “Tre isn’t working you to death, is he? Goodness, look at all this work!” Lee laughed but your radar immediately went up. It didn’t sound genuine and she leaned in, trying to glimpse what you were doing. 

You moved a binder and sat it on top of the papers, trying to block out the company name. The managers were the only ones who approved invoices. She and Tre weren’t the only managers there but you couldn’t rule them out.

Tre did seem to have a large amount of money for a manager, but then again, you looked up his job. He was making bank and a commission for every client he brought in. You assumed the same could be said for Lee, but until you had evidence or even a place to start looking, you only nodded.

“Not overworking me! Just, so much filing! His system is terrible. Men,” you said and laughed, affecting a ditzy routine. It didn’t usually work for Black girls but with your voice and height, it wasn’t too hard to make Lee think you were a ditz. You were just the clueless assistant, nothing to see here.

“Men, right. If you have a problem with him, you let me know okay?” She stopped trying to look at the paperwork on your desk but you weren’t sure if it was because you hid it or if she already saw which company you were looking at.

“Alright, give him my best. We’re still on for the meeting at three right?” 

“He will be there,” you said. 

Lee waved as she left and you narrowed your eyes as she walked away. When she stopped by another office, you moved the binder and went back to work. You were going to figure  this out. Not just for your sake, but for the company’s sake. They fired all these people because of the money someone stole. That wasn’t right.

You were lost in your thoughts when an overpowering floral scent assaulted your nose. You sneezed and looked up. 

A slender Black woman with an expensive black suit walked up to your desk. Her skirt looked painted on and her jacket was cinched at the waist with a large red belt. She carried a small black briefcase. Her hair was straight, held back by a headband. Who the fuck still wore headbands?

She breezed past you and you stood up, blocking her way to Tre’s door. “He’s in a meeting, may I help you?” 

The woman stepped back and blinked at you. She gave you a once over and you fought the urge to cover yourself. She smiled but it was more like a lift of her lips. 

“Aren’t you adorable! You must be new,” she said. She moved to get around you and you blocked her way once more.

“He’s still in a meeting,” you said. You could already feel your voice shaking and fingers feeling numb. You hated confrontation but you stood your ground with your head held high. 

The woman giggled. “Im Brianna,” she said, as if it made any difference.

“Nice to meet you, Brianna. He’s in a meeting,” you said. Damn, did she need to clean out her ears? 

Brianna smiled and leaned in conspiratorially. “I am the meeting, dear,” she said. 

She brushed past you anyway and you turned to follow her into Tre’s office. But she was already closing the door in your face with a wink. 

Your mouth dropped open with a silent gasp. If you tried something like that while he was in a meeting, he’d bite your head off. He did not play about being interrupted, no matter what. 

You stood there and waited for the inevitable yelling or his fury to shake the walls of his office. But you didn’t hear anything. Either the walls were better than you thought, or he wasn’t screaming bloody murder.

You frowned and returned to your desk, waking up your computer to check his calendar. There was no fuckin’ Brianna listed. You searched through his calendar before you came aboard. 

Either the previous assistant was a bigger dumbass than you or Brianna was some mysterious person with an alias on his calendar. Was that a thing? Did skeevy bosses still pencil in their dick appointments? 

Your nails tapped on the desk, the fresh manicure he paid for silently mocking you. Did he have ten black cards that he handed out to all of his conquests? Did he have that much money? Your stomach gurgled the longer little miss Brianna stayed in his office without him throwing her out. 

You would not be jealous, you would not be jealous…

Your phone dinged and his lunch had arrived. He was still in the office. How long did it take to throw a delusional woman out on her ass? You left your desk area, too anxious to do so, but you needed to grab the food.

You used the walk to try and calm your nerves. You armed yourself with the knowledge that he was balls deep inside you this weekend. He hadn’t even glanced at his phone while he was with you. But what was he up to when you were gone to your family’s place? 

You grabbed the food from the driver and thanked him. When you got back to your desk, his door was still closed. You knew he hated for his food to get cold, but what could you do? 

If he had her on the desk, legs spread, and you walked in, you were going to be sick. You finally felt like you had the hang of this job. You didn’t want to have to leave it over dick. 

You squared your shoulders. Rip the bandaid off. You entered his office without knocking. They were still clothed, thank god. Brianna sat on the edge of his desk, far too close for your comfort. 

She looked up and turned predatory eyes towards you. It was nothing in her facial expression to throw you off, but you were pretty good at reading people’s eyes. She was no longer looking at you like an “adorable little assistant”. She looked at you like you were competition. Like she was sizing you up for a fight. 

Tre smiled when you entered. He was sitting down, leaning back in his seat. Well…at least they weren’t naked. 

“Your lunch,” you said. You placed his food on his desk. This was beyond fucking awkward but you weren’t going to let her bother you. 

“Tre, do all of your assistants knock without entering? Can’t find good help these days?” Brianna asked.

“Stop it,” Tre said. 

Brianna only smiled, keeping her eyes on you. “How long have you had this one?” 

Tre snapped his eyes towards you. His eyes looked pleading but you kept your expression cold. It was far too early to have the exes conversation, but if he had exes that were going to be dropping by, throwing their goodies in his face, it was wrong to blindside you. 

“Brianna is only staying for lunch,” he told you. 

Ah. You nodded. “Is there anything else you need, Sir?” You asked, your voice the picture of ice. You wrapped that ice around you and let it cool your heated blood. You didn’t like this shit one fucking bit. 

“Sir? Oh, did you train her or is she naturally that adorable?” 

You kept your eyes on Tre. She had one more fucking time to call you adorable. You weren’t above fighting, but you’d be damned if you fought over some dick. Some phenomenal dick, but still…dick. 

You weren’t going to act crazy. It was his initial around your thigh. He had been buried between your legs all last week and this weekend. Shit didn’t change just because a Barbie doll strolled through town.

“Let me know when you want me to take out the trash,” you said. You looked at Brianna when you said trash and gave her an icy smile. You turned and walked out, closing the door behind you. 

You were tempted to fucking disappear. In fact, the more you thought about it, the more it sounded like a great fucking idea. You didn’t want to seem like a coward though. It’d serve him right if you up and disappeared and he worried for you like that. 

But you didn’t have a petty bone in your body. You didn’t want anyone to worry about you. Worse, you didn’t want to come back and realize that he didn’t worry about you at all. You were a bundle of nerves and you hated it.

As soon as his lunch hour ended, his door opened. Brianna came flying out of the office but when she saw you sitting there, she stopped and composed herself. She gave you a sneer and looked back at Tre. 

“You might want to open a window, it stinks in here,” she said.

“”I’m sure the stench will clear in the next minute or two,” you said sweetly. You even smiled. She only sucked her teeth and walked off, swinging her nonexistent ass. 

“Come in,” Tre sighed, as if he was already gearing up for a fight.

“I’m busy,” you said. 

He called your name but you didn’t spare him a glance. You swiveled in your seat and went back to your invoices. 

“You really want to have this conversation where anyone can hear?” He asked. 

You ignored him as you looked between the invoices. You weren’t going to make a scene, not at the office. You had already tempted fate more than you liked and you weren’t about to air out dirty laundry in front of the whole office. 

“I’m talking to you,” he said.

“I’m ignoring you,” you said. 

Tre sighed. He grabbed your arm and you yanked it out of his grasp. You turned fiery eyes towards him. “Are you out of your mind?” You asked, your voice low but clear. You looked around at any wandering eyes. Hell at this point, you two were a walking telenovela. 

“You’re not going to use this as an excuse to run,” he said.

“Excuse me?” You asked.

He gripped the back of your seat and pulled you into his office. You were too busy holding on to consider simply standing up to get away. Once you thought that, you were already in the office and he was slamming the door shut. 

“Brianna is an ex,” he said.

“Really? I thought she was the cleaning lady,” you said.

“Check your attitude. I’m trying to explain,” he said.

“Don’t need one,” you said. You crossed your arms. You knew you were acting childish, but you couldn’t help it. Brianna was exactly the type of adult you should be. Confident, sexy, wrapping men like Tre around their little fingers.

Instead, you were the adorable assistant playing way out of her league. And you hated that feeling. It churned like acid. You knew you were stupid to get involved with Tre. You knew this. And you fell into his arms anyway. 

Brianna was probably laughing her ass off on her way to wherever hole she crawled out of. You felt out of sorts, after having such an incredible weekend. 

Tre sighed and locked his door. He grabbed you by the arm and pulled you from your chair. He dragged you around his desk and pushed you against it.

“You’re out of your fuckin’ mind if you think we’re about to have sex,” you said. 

A swift, hard smack to your ass cut off your next complaint. “What the fu–” 

Another smack landed on your ass and your knees buckled. He showed no mercy. He pressed his mouth against your ear. 

“I would fuck the attitude out of you but I’m the only one who gets to hear you screaming. You’re lucky you’re not over my knee right now,” he said. 

Fuck him. Fuck him straight to hell because his words and him manhandling you only turned you on. What kind of magic spell did he weave this past weekend, where he seemed to have a direct line to your throbbing pussy?

This was so fucked. You pushed at him with your elbow but he crowded your space, leaving enough room for him to land several blows to your ass. Your butt stung with pain and you bit your lip to keep from crying out.

“Look at where I am. I’m here with you. I’m going against everything 

I ever fuckin’ stood for to tell you that I’m not going any fuckin’ where.” 

Your hands gripped the edge of his desk, squeezing the life from the wood as your ass sang with pain. You wanted to run like a little jack rabbit. This wasn’t what you signed up for. You should’ve never taken this fucking job. 

“You told me you were in it. That doesn’t change because of a blast from the past,” he whispered harshly in your ear.

“Blast from the recent past,” you said. 

“Not since before I even met you. I was already considering dumping Brianna. We’re too much alike,” he said. 

You fought everything in you to believe him. You bit the corner of your cheek, unwilling to shed a tear. This has gotten way out of hand. But you forced yourself to deal. Forced yourself to stand here, ass stinging, and face the same truth you discovered on your way home.

You were in too deep with Tre to back out now. Look at how you acted over this. Imagine if it had been something worse. You acted completely out of character. You weren’t usually the possessive type. After so many people leaving you, you made sure not to hold on to anyone. If people want to leave your life, you let them go. Period.

But fuck him. You wanted him. You wanted to keep him. You burned with the knowledge. The growing dampness between your legs let you know that you wanted him physically but it was more than that. You liked hearing him talk about his life. You liked listening to him laugh. He was changing so much shit about himself to accommodate you. 

“If this is going to work between us, you have to be honest. We did this shit out of order, so I want to know everything,” you said. 

Tre let out a shaky breath, dropping his head to your shoulder. “Honest,” he promised. He kissed the back of your neck. You looked at his computer, he had time before his meeting. 

You flipped around in his arms. He kept his face calm but his eyes were rolling with a dark storm. You pushed on him until he relented and stepped back. 

“If this is going to work, you’re mine,” you said. 

Tre narrowed his eyes. You pushed him to sit down in his seat. You hiked up your gray dress, exposing a matching pair of thin, lace panties. You pulled those down and the T on your chain tickled your thigh as you brought the panties down over it. You stepped out of it, placing it in his jacket pocket. 

He lifted his eyebrow at you. “Mine,” you reiterated.  

You didn’t have anything to mark him with. Anything you could buy him, he could buy himself ten times over. Any bites you left behind would fade over time. Any way to stake your claim were all temporary. 

The only thing you could do was respond as he would. With action. You tore at his pants, unbuckling his belt and freeing his straining dick. He groaned and reached out to touch you.

“Hands on the arm rests or I stop,” you snapped. 

He held up his hands and lowered them towards the arm rests. You dropped to your knees, sucking him into your mouth. He hissed and his hips bucked forward. You slobbered on him, getting him as wet as possible before standing up and straddling him. 

This was the boldest fucking thing you’d ever done. You didn’t know where this audacity came from. But you were sick of being on uneven ground. Caught off guard, not knowing what the hell he was going to do next. You suspected that it would always be like that. He was just a man through and through. You couldn’t tell a man shit. 

But this you could do. You could surprise him from time to time. You could match his actions. Show him that you weren’t running. You were in it. You didn’t go back on your word lightly. 

You kissed him harshly. More like a brand than a kiss. Your mouths meshed together, teeth scraping, tongues dueling. The chair groaned from how hard he was gripping the arm rests. 

“Say you’re mine,” you said. You pulled back enough to look into his eyes.

“I’m yours,” he moaned into your mouth. 

“Say it again,” you commanded.

“I’m yours,” he answered automatically. 

You grabbed his dick and positioned it at your entrance. You weren’t half as cruel as him. You could tease him mercilessly. You could tease his dick around your entrance until he was a drooling, slobbering idiot, begging to get inside of you. But you needed this as much as he did. You wanted it more.

You sat down on his dick and his head dropped back, with a strained groan. You buried your mouth into his suit jacket, biting down and beginning to ride him slowly. 

You leaned up and sank down onto his length, gripping the back of his neck with both hands. You looked into his eyes and rode him at your leisure. You set the pace. You let him know that this shit went both ways.

“Fuck, baby. Let me touch you,” he said.

“No,” you said. You continued to ride him and chase your orgasm. It steadily built low in your belly. It was an angry, wicked thing stirring up inside of you until you were bucking your hips faster and holding onto his neck for dear life.

You came with a muffled cry, shaking on him. He groaned and released himself inside of you with an equally strained sound escaping low in his throat. 

You kissed him again. His beard tickled your chin but you kept going, kept kissing him and claiming him though it would never be enough. 

“I’m yours, baby, I swear. Let me touch you,” he said, kissing your cheek and neck. 

“Don’t let go,” you said. You dropped your chin to his shoulder. Tre’s arms came around you and hugged you close, crushing you to his body. 

“Never,” he promised. “Never letting go.”

“I’m never letting go,” you promised right back.

Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 - Completed

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Vriska Serket Does Not Want Children

Link to this fic on AO3. Words: 3016 Date posted: November 26, 2020

Summary: Or, "When You Started Dating A Guy Online And He Forgot To Tell You He Was A Teen Dad So You Find Out When You See His Kid At The Breakfast Table The Morning After".

Vriska Serket does not want children. At 25 years old, she has many friends with children, and she has seen them covered in almost every bodily fluid that comes out of the human body and not even notice it because they're running on three hours of sleep spread out across two days. She doesn't even really want pets-- her mother had gotten her a tarantula when she was 8 that she lovingly took care of until it died last year and it ruined any more high-maintenance pets for her. She's happy to watch Nepeta's cat when she goes out of town for a weekend (it's hard to say no to Nepeta when she's a sobbing mess over having to leave her cat, and she always gets tricked into promising to take good care of him), and she's even willing to spend an afternoon with Kanaya's daughter so she can go grocery shopping, but those are never responsibilities she's wanted to take on full time.

Even if she did want children, she's very aware that it would be an awful idea. Vriska is far from what most people would consider good with children-- the one time she had watched Willow overnight, she had let the four-year-old stay up until one in the morning watching shitty movies and gorging herself on popcorn and candy until she woke up at four in the morning puking her little guts up all over her Disney princess bedding. But even then, Vriska hadn't called Kanaya and Rose because she didn't want to disturb what she was sure was kinky parent sex, she just pried up the bedding and threw it in the laundry and put on Tangled to distract the girl from her aching tummy, which mostly worked, until the movie ended, she threw up again on the couch, and then they stayed up for the rest of the night in an endless loop of Disney movies and vomit. They had banned Vriska from babysitting alone and she had agreed that was probably the best course of action.

She likes the independence of not having anyone or anything relying on her, anyway. The closest thing she has to a dependent is Terezi, who hasn't lived with her since they graduated from college but still likes to break into her apartment and get into all of her shit anyway, and that habit, while annoying, still doesn't stop her from doing basically whatever she wants.

She spends most of the time that she's not working either playing video games or going out to clubs and parties. She's not actually a huge fan of the clubbing environment-- the music is too loud to actually socialize and get to know anyone, not to mention the fact that it's usually shit, so the only option for meeting new people is to grind on them and hope they write their number on your hand and it's still half-legible in the morning, which it somehow never fucking is-- but she's also not a chump. An older girlfriend had snuck her into a club for the first time when she was 16 and it had seemed like the coolest fucking thing ever then, and she refuses to admit that she can't find joy in any other hobbies so she's insistent that clubbing is still the coolest fucking thing ever.

She meets John Egbert doing the former for once, which is always weird for her. League of Legends is an awful game for worse people, but she thrives in the toxic environment because she's pretty sure insults only charge her battery or something.

She's good enough at the game that she can basically pick whatever she wants and still win, so she likes to play Elise in literally any lane and laugh at all the "Elise top?" comments she gets before wrecking everyone's shit. On this particular occasion she's playing with Terezi, who is starting to get particularly venomous in all-chat about how the enemy jungler is some real flaming garbage and should probably quit the game, and he sends the both of them friend requests after. Terezi refuses, and Vriska is curious enough to accept, and then they start talking.

They hit it off immediately, because he's exactly the sort of dopey easy target she loves to hit on and his jokes are half-decent. The deal is pretty much sealed when they find out that they actually live pretty close to each other-- she lives in Seattle proper, he lives in some suburb called Maple Valley 40 minutes outside of the city-- and are about the same age-- his birthday is in April and hers is at the tail end of October, they're both 25. They plan to go see some action movie that she thinks looks awful and he says he's wanted to see for a couple weeks now.

They have a few dates before she ends up back in his house, always meeting up in the city. She says that they should go back to her apartment and he says that he has to be home in the morning, but she could come to his house if she wanted, and she likes him enough to put up with the 38 minute drive (he speeds a little, she notices with a little grin) if only to practically tackle him in the doorway.

Vriska is not a morning person. In college, she'd carefully orchestrated it so her earliest classes would start at noon even if it meant that she was out until 8:00 PM most nights. She is not surprised that he is not in bed with her when she wakes up, nor, when she glances at the clock, that it is 2:08 PM. It is not the latest she's ever slept, and she'd had a couple drinks at dinner even if he hadn't.

She's enticed out of bed by the smell of grilled cheese sandwiches, and she wonders if he'd made her breakfast and she slept through it or if he's simply realized that if she's slept in this late, she will probably only sleep in later if he doesn't wake her up and put food in her. She'd like to think that she wouldn't sleep that much later, but she knows that they were up past four in the morning despite how awful that decision was or his insistence that he really needed to be up in the morning, Jesus Christ.

They are the same height, she realizes, when she steals one of his shirts and it doesn't hang down too-long like the shirts she's stolen from past partners so she actually has to put her underwear back on. She doesn't know how she didn't notice it before.

There's a kid sitting at the table when she gets to the kitchen.

So there are a few things she didn't notice.

"Oh! Good morning. Jeez, I was worried I killed you or something."

"Oh please, I would have killed you," she says without thinking, and then her eyes snap to the kid sitting at the table. She looks maybe six, probably not old enough to get sex jokes. Vriska slides a little further into the kitchen, giving the kid a wary little wave when she beams at her like she hadn't noticed her until she was in front of her, and murmurs lowly to John once she's in the kitchen. "Pretty sure I wasn't conked out for six years after pushing a kid out?"

He snorts and shoots her a funny look that makes her stomach do a little half-flop that she chooses to ignore. This is an interrogation! "You are so weird. No, she's not yours. And she's seven." He says, not bothering to make himself quiet, and she glances over at the girl again.

"Is she yours?" She questions, like her brain has concocted this situation where a child just broke into his house, told him she was seven, and demanded grilled cheese sandwiches-- no, wait, grilled cheese and bacon sandwiches, she realizes, squinting a little closer at the one sitting on a plate. Then again, she guesses if a kid broke into John's house his response probably would be to make her a grilled cheese and bacon sandwich, so the situation is more plausible than it sounds.

"Of course not. I kidnapped her just like I kidnapped you. I have a real thing for keeping little girls and pretty ladies locked in my house and making them lunch." He says with a sort of deadpan humor that she is not used to hearing from him. More importantly, he's still talking at full volume, apparently sharing none of her concern for the girl overhearing their conversation. "Yes, of course she's mine," he clarifies after a minute. He slides the sandwich in the pan onto a second plate.

Vriska runs a hand through her hair. So, John has a seven-year-old. A seven-year-old he didn't bother to tell her about in the month that they've been talking. But suddenly a lot of things click into place for her-- the way he hadn't been able to play very often (he was probably so awful at the game because he'd been too busy with a kid to play much over the last seven years), that he hadn't been able to see the movie despite wanting to for a couple weeks because he's on CST (Child Standard Time), the fact that he needed to be home in the morning because of course his kid couldn't just be by herself.

Her eyes widen a little and she snaps her eyes up to his face from where she had been sort of zoning out at the floor for a minute. Her whisper grows a lot harsher, more like a whisper-yell. "Oh my God, John, was she here?"

He looks confused for a second. "Here...?" Then his dummy brain catches up and his face flushes a little. "Oh jeez, no! No, she was at her mom's. We trade every week on Sundays. She dropped her off while you were sleeping." Oh. That makes more sense.

"So... when were you planning on telling me?"

John blinks up from where he just dropped two pieces of toast in bubbling butter in the pan, and then smacks his forehead. "Fuck, I didn't say anything, did I?"

"You did not." She blinks, and then smacks his shoulder. "John! You can't swear in front of your seven-year-old, dude!"

As if on cue, the little girl gets up and shuffles over to her father, tugging at the hem of his shirt to get him to look at her. He does immediately, and she forms what Vriska recognizes as signs even if she does not know sign language. Nepeta's older sister communicates entirely in sign language, and Nepeta uses it sometimes when she is feeling non-verbal, but Vriska's always needed someone to translate for her. She keeps meaning to learn.

John signs something back and she watches his fingers with fascination. He signs like he's playing music in the air, looks unfairly good doing it which is fucking weird because it's literally hands, shut the fuck up Vriska. His daughter signs back, and then they're having a silent conversation, only evident by his little laughs and her little grin, and Vriska feels put out that she is locked out of the joke. She watches John's face instead of complaining, and he does not look focused at all, like this is second nature for him. Nepeta always looks frustrated when she signs, like she's forcing her hands to do what she wants them to.

"No bacon on mine, please," Vriska says aloud after a minute, when the awkwardness is a little too much to bear, and John's eyes snap back to hers and then down to the pan. The toast is definitely extra toasted, and has also soaked in most of the butter that was in the pan, but she doesn't mind. He opens his mouth to apologize and she just holds up a hand to stop him. "So, what's her name?"

John signs the question to the little girl, and she looks back up at Vriska with big blue eyes and a smile as she signs, very slowly and deliberately, C-A-S-E-Y. Vriska, at least, has learned most of the alphabet (maybe she mixes up D and F sometimes, but neither of those are in her name; and maybe she mixes up S and E sometimes, but Casey makes a lot more sense than Caesy), though she thinks this answer wouldn't be very helpful if she hadn't.

"That's a very nice name," she says somewhat awkwardly. John signs it. Casey grins, the same smile as John.

The conversation cannot continue because the little girl's hands are suddenly occupied by the plate with grilled cheese and bacon sandwich that John pushes into it, and she goes back to the table. "I was an idiot in highschool. In my senior year I messed around with a girlfriend and we ended up with Casey. She was sort of wake up call number one for me. Even then I don't think I was the best dad for the first couple of years. My dad died when she was three, and that was wake up call number two. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you, Vriska. When you have a kid in highschool you forget that not everybody heard about it."

She nods a bit. "If I was in your situation in highschool I probably would have run away. I dunno if I'm really parent material-- I definitely wasn't then." There's some sinking, guilty feeling in the pit of her stomach. She doesn't know why. "So the sign language...?"

"She was born with 70 dB HL and it just got worse as she got older. We don't know the cause of it, other than something genetic. Obviously her mom and I were super concerned about it at first, but her doctors have always reassured us that she was completely healthy otherwise, and then everything just sort of shifted. Now I mostly get angry that people are acting like my kid is broken. She's a really smart kid. And she's always been deaf, so it's not like it was ever something she's had to adapt to, if that makes sense." He slides her sandwich onto a plate for her, and she moves to sit at the table next to Casey.

Casey is already halfway through her sandwich, and grins between Vriska and her father with her mouth still full. Vriska makes a face. "That's rude," she scolds, speaking as loudly and clearly as she can. John still lifts a hand to translate, and Casey's face makes all the motions for laughter but the only sound is soft, wheezing breaths if Vriska listens very closely. She feels bad for thinking it's somewhat off-putting. Again, Casey lifts a hand to sign at her father, and he signs back, and they have a conversation that she is locked out of while she picks at her sandwich.

She's used to getting out of the house or apartment she's wound up in as soon as possible the morning after, but she's at John's house for a few hours after that. They play MarioKart with Casey and Vriska feels less inhibition than she perhaps otherwise would around a child with her swearing as John and Casey both destroy her ("You shouldn't have picked Toad!" "Fuck you, Toad is the best!"), and they watch probably the billionth shitty Disney movie Vriska has seen ("We should watch Treasure Planet." "What? No. Treasure Planet sucks, that's why it bombed. We're watching Pocahontas." "You think Pocahontas is better than Treasure Planet?"), and John makes alfredo for dinner with Vriska's begrudging help ("What do you mean you're not gonna put chicken in it?" "It's not necessary!" "Yes it fucking is numbnuts, give me a knife." "Are you gonna stab me?" "Probably not."), and suddenly the sun is down and she realizes that he will have to drive her home. He seems to have the same realization around the same time, because he starts to get sort of awkwardly quiet around her.

"This was fun, but there's already a chance that a crazy blind lady broke into my apartment while I've been over here and she's gonna start wrecking my shit like a housecat throwing a temper tantrum when its dinner is late soon. So uh, should I just all an Uber, or...?"

"Don't be ridiculous. I'll take you home, lemme just get shoes on the kid."

Right. The kid. There wasn't a booster seat in the car last night or whatever. Is she big enough not to need one? Or maybe it was just with her mom? Vriska guesses that makes the most sense if it's a week-to-week trade. Sure enough, when they get out to the car there is a booster seat in the back that Casey happily buckles herself into, and Vriska makes the uncomfortable choice to sit in the back next to Casey because she feels sort of rude sitting up in the front where the kid will have no idea what's going on. The sun is setting when they start their drive, and it's down by the time they pull in front of her apartment building, the three of them having been sitting in an awkward silence the whole car ride.

She leans forward with one elbow on the center console to kiss John's cheek, and waves goodbye to Casey before signing "Nice to meet you" (or, perhaps, "nics to msst you," it's hard to say). When she gets into her apartment, she's relieved to find it empty, collapsing onto the couch. Vriska has never wanted to be a parent before, but she likes John. She supposes his kid was palatable. And he only has her half of the time anyway, so she really wouldn't have to spend time with her if she didn't want to...

Still, after a minute she pulls out her phone and calls Nepeta. She answers on the second ring. "Hey, Nep. You think you could teach me sign language?"

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

whoever sent this, you are so kind! i haven't written in over half a year so this was a nice trip down memory lane <3

in order of posting (most recent to earliest):

a kiss this tender (bernardo/riff, west side story 2021, E rating)

Pins prickle behind Riff’s eyes. His body is not his own. He feels like he’s been doused in gasoline, and Bernardo is holding the match.

i'm sure most people will think this pair is Taboo(TM) considering canon events but this was the last fic i wrote in which i felt really good about my character voices. i'm particularly proud of the way i wrote riff's internal narration during the scene in the shop.

coffee break (keeley jones/roy kent/jamie tartt, ted lasso, T rating)

“What’s this?” Keeley asks. Roy wrinkles his nose when he makes out that familiar, tidy handwriting. “Says right there it’s from that prick, doesn’t it?”

if i don't achieve anything else in life, i can at least say i pioneered the keeley/roy/jamie tag on ao3. this fic is now in super AU land because i wrote it between seasons 1 and 2, but i'm astounded by how many kudos/etc i still get on it even though the series is potentially over. it's warmed my heart to see this ot3 gain its fans :)

rekindle (j. daniel atlas/dylan rhodes, now you see me, T rating)

Rhodes is an unknown variable in his system of chaos. Daniel wants to draw out that fire, extinguish it, then relight the dying embers with the sparks from his own torch.

a super niche pair in a super niche fandom but that's how i roll! i love these silly magician movies and i LOVE daniel and dylan's relationship. people who know me will know that i love writing fics that span canon events and incorporate them into developing (or established) relationships. this is one of those -- and i still love how i weaved mythology and the concept of heroism into this. one of my all-time personal favorites.

you're in my head, you're in my blood (joseph blake/lt. leslie, 1917, E rating)

Joe shuts his eyes. He already knew this was a ridiculous notion, but now that he’s trying and failing to explain it out loud, the absurdity of the ordeal has been cemented in his mind. What’s more, he didn’t even consider if Leslie was single or taken, had automatically assumed that it would be the former. He’ll apologise, hang up, show up by himself to the party, it’s not a big deal— “Okay,” Leslie says. “Okay,” Joe echoes. He blinks. “Okay…?” “You need arm candy to parade around at this party, right? So, okay.”

speaking of niche pairs in niche fandoms... it doesn't get any more niche than joe and leslie, aka the namesake of my url. 1917 is the fandom i fell in love with during the height of the pandemic. without it, i wouldn't have written so much, nor met so many treasured life-long friends. also, this is just one of many joe/leslie fics i've written but it gets a special shoutout because i was deranged and churned it out in one week (betsy can attest).

the long way around (steve harrington/billy hargrove, stranger things, T rating)

Steve turns around. He can’t believe his eyes. “Billy?” It’s weird calling him that, considering they’d never spoken more than a few words (and exchanged a lot of fists), but Steve is so taken aback that he blurts out the name without a second thought. Sure enough, it’s Billy standing there, still sporting the same blond curls, but they’re tied back and a bit longer than before. He still has those damn aviators. At least he knows how to button up a shirt now. “You’re a long way from Hawkins,” Billy says.

i was gonna link a will/tom 1917 fic for my last entry, but ultimately decided on this old harringrove fic. i haven't read it in a while so idk how well it holds up, but harringrove is the pair that made me start writing fic seriously. i had written just one fic previously (and it was many, many years ago), but then season 3 of stranger things happened and the rest is history. this is not the first harringrove fic i wrote but it is my favorite. steve and billy go on a road trip together ten years after the starcourt mall incident (obvious au timeline here) and i still remember constructing a google map for this fic to keep track of the places they stop at. this fic will always have a special place in my heart.

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thanks to anon for letting me ramble a bit about my old fics!

[malexsanta]

Dear everyone,

That's a [slightly belated] wrap on the Malex Secret Santa 2021 exchange. All gifts have been posted, and what a treasure trove of Malex goodness has been created this year! 😍

27 + 1 Malex fics 9 pieces of Malex fanart 1 Malex Mood Board

This is an incredible outcome, and we’d like to thank all our wonderful participants for another amazing edition of this exchange. We are so grateful to all of you for putting so much love and effort into creating gifts for your recipients.

You all made this December cosmic! ✨

We’d also like to thank all our followers and readers for reblogging, liking, commenting, reccing, and leaving kudos. ❤️

👽💚✨ And yes: WE'LL BE BACK IN 2022!  ✨💚👽

All fics can be found on AO3, please check out the 12 Days Of Malex 2021 Collection [no clickable link bc for unknown reasons Tumblr doesn't accept more links in this post, sorry]

>> archiveofourown.org/collections/malex_ss_2021/works

And here’s the list of all gifts with links to Tumblr and AO3.

🎄Day 1

Fic under the mistletoe watching the fire glow  by @caitlesshea for @alilypea • Tumblr |  AO3 Fic This didn't work out as I intended... by @skinsharpenedteeth for @dr-lemurr • Tumblr | AO3

🎄Day 2

Fic what grows within the stacks @breannacasey for @dankmalexmemes • Tumblr | AO3

🎄Day 3

Fic Another Night on Mars by @malzysaur for @gra-sonas • Tumblr | AO3

🎄Day 4

3 x Fan Art Glory and Gore by @dr-lemurr for @alnkos In the Ache of Midnight (Nikita Gill) Tumblr Starlight (Starset) Tumblr Satellite (Starset) Tumblr

🎄Day 5

Fic Two hot palms pressing down on my face by @jule1122 for @malzysaur • Tumblr | AO3

🎄Day 5

Fan Art Alex is the one fidding Michael after Jones kidnapped him by @slynella for @boulangerlee​ • Tumblr

Fic The Hacker and His Cowboy by @infinite-beginnings for @accal1a • Tumblr | AO3

Fan Art fluffy malex with a space vibe ✨by @bean-me-up for @slynella • Tumblr

🎄Day 7

Fic and i wish that you could hear me when i talk to myself by @manesframe for @infinite-beginnings • Tumblr | AO3

🎄Day 8

Fic Family Can be Just Us by @winged-fool for @manesalex • Tumblr | AO3

🎄Day 9

Fic i’m only me when i’m with you… by @aliciam72 for @sivan325 • Tumblr | AO3

🎄Day 10

Fic Once Upon a (F*cked Up) Time by @alilypea for @breannacasey • Tumblr | AO3

Fic messy as the mud on your truck tires by @angrycowboy for @lambourngb • Tumblr | AO3

Fic Appetite for Destruction by @lambourngb for @changingthingslikeleaves • Tumblr | AO3

Mood Board all i want for christmas is you (and to not see a single member of my family) by @dankmalexmemes for @skinsharpenedteeth • Tumblr

🎄Day 11

4 x Fan Art + Fic sometimes home is right where you left it, and sometimes you have to invite it in by @momecat for @angrycowboy • Tumblr

Fic right where we are by @bloggingbisexually for @secret-guilty-pleasure • Tumblr | AO3

🎄Day 12

Fic Christmas isn't a big deal by @secret-guilty-pleasure for @bekkachaos • Tumblr | AO3

Fic Those Two Idiots by @sivan325 for @caitlesshea • Tumblr | AO3 Fic a little motivation (let me be yours) by@manesalex for @prouvaireafterdark • Tumblr | AO3 Fic I Got a Crush on You (and it's not just physical) by @boulangerlee​ for @bloggingbisexually • Tumblr | AO3

Fic A Star Sign by @mander3-swish for @ineverlookavvay • Tumblr | AO3

Fic Felice Navidad by @gra-sonas for @aliciam72 • Tumblr | AO3

Fic No Simple Roads by @changingthingslikeleaves for @jule1122 • Tumblr | AO3

Fic Cool Whip For Alex Manes by @aliencurls for @bloodspeckledraphael • Tumblr | AO3

Fic Beneath Lucifer’s Claws - 3x12 Coda by @prouvaireafterdark for @momecat • Tumblr | AO3

Fic an oasis in the stars by @bekkachaos for@winged-fool • Tumblr | AO3

Fic A Storm on the Horizon by @accal1a for @aliencurls • Tumblr | AO3

Fic you’re the one that brings the sun by @alnkos for @mander3-swish • Tumblr | AO3

Fic walk through the fire by @ineverlookavvay for @manesframe • Tumblr | AO3

Fic candy cane lane by @bloodspeckledraphael for @bean-me-up • Tumblr | AO3

🎅 Gift for all participants & followers of Malexsanta

Fic ohana means family (and family means you will love and be loved for the rest of your life) by @lire-casander • Tumblr | AO3

[nemuitoka]

What are your favorte jshk fanfics? also where do you like reading them the most?

Hi Anon!!! today is the day I can finally answer this question😈 ahaha you know how much I enjoy making fic recs so 👀 Let’s go!!!

To answer your second question first, I like reading them on AO3 the most! Mostly because I get almost unlimited number of characters to rant in the comment section........... 😆but also the tagging system is very helpful.

Okay, now to the fun part of this ask😏

You said JSHK, but I mostly read Hananene ones so all of my favs include that pairing... as  I already did a fic rec here of my favs, this list will continue that one, so please check that one first hehe ((I apologize in advance..., I would love for people to recommend me some mitsukou ones tbh... I’m really lost when it comes to other pairings orz)) 

If I’m completely honest with you anon-san, my favorite JSHK fic right now is the one Roxanne ( @istoleyourboat )  wrote based of my art and her snippet:

Star-Crossed and Falling- Where Stars Go to Die by lilaflo

Hanako is Princess Nene’s personal knight 👀. A tale of forbidden love. They slowly fall in love as they exchange a series of gifts, one that includes a pair of matching earrings that remind them of their love when they’re apart. Also, jelly Hanako of Nene’s suitors😏... Oh, but nothing lasts forever and those sweet moments will come to an end when they have to face their cruel reality, in this world, they don’t get to choose neither their battles or the ones they love.

Now more of Roxanne, because I seriously enjoy her work so much (I’m sure everyone knows by now lmao sdkj) 

Night of the Phantom King by lilaflo 

This one is a spooky one. Nene’s regret for never realizing who she truly loves takes her to mourn her deceased friend Amane and cry on his grave in a Halloween night, then suddenly the Phantom King comes to take her away👀 & he looks suspiciously familiar... Beautiful world building btw, also the ending is just, excellent. 

12 Year Romance by lilaflo

Amane meets Nene at the Tanabata festival, she’s older than him, but he falls for her instantly, fast forward, Amane is now in middle school, he’s a troublemaker, & gets constantly into fights, but he swears the new school nurse looks familiar... he then realizes it’s her and thinks it must be fate!!!... This one hits close to home bc I’ve been in this situation irl, so I can confirm all of Nene’s struggles are real (and ofc how a love with an age gap should be handled the correct way, this fic really teaches you many life lessons hahaha) 

took a sip then another sip, then you turned and said to me by chivalrousamour 

This autor has a bunch of good JSHK fics!! I recommend you check their AO3 out, bec you may find something you like for sure! But, this is my absolute fav from them. Nene is a mangaka, celebrating the finishing of her long serialized manga, while Amane is a delivery boy who happens to find her in a very questionable state in her house👀 (it’s all family friendly ofc, anon, I’m not a slimy pervert like some ghost boy)

Maid for Each Other by corologs ( @corologs )

Courtney has this amazing College AU collection series that I encourage you to check out!!! But Maid for each other is my fav!!! So it’s the Yugi twins birthday, and it’s Tsukasa’s turn to choose where they go to celebrate it... you can already tell where this is going... (let the chaos begin) & as the title said, it involves maids!!! (it has Kaicho wa maid sama vibes if you liked that anime~~)

If I Could Tell Her by corologs

What if the picture perfect arc plan was successful??? Well, this fic explores this idea, and it’s very interesting to read. I like how Amane and Hanako are two separate people here.

the horizon tries but it’s just not as kind on the eyes by sincerelyand ( @sunlightinourheadlights ) 

(Oh my sweet Karen, she writes such good fics, so go check her AO3 out as well!!) Amane and Yashiro are friends that share an apartment (& they were roommates-- OMG they were roommates), even if Amane has its complains, because Nene can be a handful sometimes (and in denial of her true feelings as always, are we even surprised at this point?) he loves her dearly anyways😭.

for real, this time by sourlemoncandy  ( @sour-lemon-candy )

Did somebody say fake dating AU?????? Because hell yeah I did asajj I loved reading this so much!! Nene and Amane are childhood friends, and Nene overhears some girls talking about Amane and how one of them plans to ask him out... but she senses these girls are up to no good so she... well, you gotta read it to find out more~~ it’s no fun If I tell ya everything hehe... so go go go!!

lemon cream by sourlemoncandy

Amane and Nene, just two good friends having a road trip and sharing donuts... what could go wrong??  😏 seriously, I loved this fic so much!! Instant fav! Also makes me wanna try some good sweet donuts...

Trip Down Memory Lane by insipidenvy ( @insipidenvy )

This fic is so sweet. I have such a huge attachment to it, because I read it when I really needed some fluff in my life hahaha. It’s sort of a collection of memories between Amane and Yashiro’s relationship over the years. So heartwarming... if you need the fluffs you’ll enjoy this very much!!

The Radish Princess and the Toilet Prince by insipidenvy

This is my favorite fic from insipidenvy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You know how I am a slut for Royalty AUs so that’s why!!!!! Also Toilet Prince!! hahahaha such a good nickname lmao. I love how they bond over their insecurities, it’s very relatable tbh. 

Between Wind and Water by WingSongHalo  ( @wingsonghalo )

My beautiful Wing always delivering the good Hananene content, as she should!! This fic is so fun to read!! I laughed so hard at Nene and Hanako being awkward with each other!!! So you know how Hanako is super clingy with Nene, he’s always touching & hugging her, but this time something weird happens and he’s so distant~~ Nene doesn’t want to admit it at first, but she misses his clingy ghost boy~~ you’ll have a good time reading this for sure!  

The Monster's Bride by Hammsters ( @uglierdaikon )

Have you heard about the myth of Cupid and Psyche? Well this fic rewrites it in a very Hananene way <3 hehe I loved it so much (as I’m a huge fan of mythology~) To sum it up, Nene is fated to marry a monster that lives in the mountains so she’s devastated... to her surprise, her husband is far from what she expected... she only had one rule to obey and well... we all know how reckless Nene is so... you go find out what happens next now!! hehehe

Morning Reflections by FalalalaLa  ( @miss-sternennacht )

So you’ve heard of Hanako watching Nene sleep, but what about Nene watching Amane sleep???!! this fic offers you this and so much more fluff <3 Also Nene remembering how they met and how their relationship evolved during the years, aww <3 

Cursed Coin by DaikonSenpai  ( @daikonsenpai )

There’s a school dance, Yashiro’s supposed to be dancing with Kou (since she can’t go with Hanako, which causes him to be jelly~~ and bitter), but she loses a coin Aoi gave her for good luck so she goes out and searches for it on the last place she saw it, the school fountain. Suddenly Hanako spots her, what’s she doing outside??? is she drunk or something?? what happens next you may find out when you read it~~~

Between Love and Hope by Baronesscmd (SweeterThanYourDarkestSin) ( @baronesscmd )

Oh to be Nene and get to sleep between the Yugi twins... God really has favorites uh... ISTG, this collection of fics is so cute. I love how Nene loves the twins so much in this AU, they have their little cute family. She ofc is in love with Amane, but their relationship with Tsukasa is so tender... it’s mostly this trio having fluffy moments together to heal your soul... if you need some, you’ll get it here for sure hahaha. 

Ghost of You (And All the Futures We've Forgotten) by Indigo_Floof  milkteamoon  ( @indigosienna , @spades-queen )

So anon you may have been wondering, well this bitch likes fluff only???? how about some angst for a change, uh? DAMN, OKAY THEN, here you have some angst to rip your soul out and wish you never sent me this ask in the 1st place, bec of the emotional damage this fic will leave you sdajjsa, also if you liked “Erased”, you’ll love this fic too! 

Hanako of the Opera by zxrstan

Finally, but not less important, me being annoying about Hanako of the Opera & POTO AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!! This fic is based of the AU Aidairo created mostly, it’s really fun to read if you didn’t get much of what was happening during the Hanako of the Opera event, it has a nice ending also! very satisfying I must say. 

AAAAND THIS IS THE END OF MY ALL TIME FAV LIST OMG;;;; Kudos for me for searching through all my damn AO3 and Google Chrome history (from both my PC and phone, since I am a FOOL and forgot my AO3 password so I read a lot of these in the past as a guest before recovering my password LMAO, please be patient with me omg, and also if you see me bookmarking them now, you know why 😭) 

Kudos to all of my writer homies as well, I love and appreciate all of you so much!! you have no idea! 💖

I hope you find this list useful, anon!! Thank you for sending me this ask and have a wonderful day! 

Ps. Please everyone feel free to add more fics to this list if you want! this is all my personal picks, but I’m aware there are a lot more fics that I haven’t read and deserve as much recognition as the ones I listed!

[monst]

I have this cute idea on my mind and i Have to share it with someone, do whatever u want with it I just wanna write it down ajdjskkw. So!! Shigaraki with a s/o who likes wearing lipstick,, okay hear me out,,, who also Really likes giving Shigaraki lots of kisses,,, all over his pretty face,,, now,,,,, get ready,,, Shigaraki,,,, with tiny kiss shaped lipstick stains on his cheeks,,,, and nose,,,,, and forehead,,,,, oN hIs FiNgErTiPs (individually cause yeah) ,,h,,hnng soft shiggy baby 💋

Selfless💋

Pro hero! Shigaraki Tomura (Shimura Tenko) x Reader

Warnings: None…? I’ve been dying to do a pro hero Shiggy Au thing? Not as many kisses as I’d hoped to inlude tho

           “Ugliest pro hero huh…” Try as he might his fingers continued to scroll, vermillion eyes absorbing the various comments of agreement. There were a couple comments defending his appearance but the number of likes on the thread… just kept rising. He had refreshed the page a couple of times and with every load his lips drooped.

           He knew he had a plethora of fans. People who adored him and left loving and supporting comments on his social platforms. However, the negative ones stuck the most. They pierced his eyes and nested in his brain where they hatched and expanded. It spread in a slow black ooze until it consumed his confidence. His teeth sunk into his chapped bottom lip as he sunk his phone into his pocket and made his way to the nearest looking glass.

           He shouldn’t have entertained his insecurities, but it was hard not to, especially since they laid right there before him. Sickly pale skin frayed like the edges of a palmier, the skin surrounding his deep pools of unsettling blood looked as though a farmer had plowed his skin in rows in preparation for sowing. The tips of his fingers brushed over his lips…. Rough and chapped. The dry skin there flaked off and fluttered to the ground.

           Decay. A heavy sigh deflated his body as he took in the effects of his quirk. And like poison his mind whispered the ills of his quirk. ‘Dangerous’  ‘A destructive quirk’  ‘…Evil’ He shook his head clear of those thoughts, ignoring the pang of guilt that racked his body as he remembered the horror of when his quirk first manifested. The loss of his late puppy still loomed over him, it had burrowed deep within his soul. Its roots had sunk in deep and it was without a doubt one of his biggest insecurities.

‘What if I hurt someone…’  The thought never left him even as he aged. It was that thought that had thrust him into his current reality. As his fingers pressed into the dips underneath his eyes, he remembered how he ran away from his home. He snorted sarcastically as he recalled running into the nearest police station to turn himself in for murder.  He continued to prod at his face, his mind traversing memory lane when you walked in.

“Sorry but he’ll be busy that day, can we reschedule?” His gaze turned to you as you shut the door. When his eyes met what hung around your wrists, he took off towards you tugging the smiling plastic bags off your arms. A grin crawled onto your face at the action and you continued to try to end your current conversation. You furrowed your brows when you caught Shimura staring at the open box of fried rice, his chopsticks hung in mid-air as he looked to the food then to his lean frame.

“You okay?” You asked. “No not you. Listen I’ll get back to you later.” You hung up and sat down across from Tenko. He avoided your probing gaze and as to avoid conversation he begun to eat. He was unusually unenthusiastic about it and your lips curved into a frown. You knew the hero in front of you like you knew where your secret stash of candy was, something had obviously upset him. He hadn’t answered your previous question, so you didn’t pry knowing he’d spill eventually.

And spill he did. As soon as you broke apart your chopsticks his lips parted, his words barely above a whisper.

“(Name)…. Am I ugly….” Your eyes shot up to his face immediately! Your eyes were wide, your jaw slack as the words settled into your ears.

“W-Wha- Who? Who the fuck called you that?” You seethed. He showed you the thread and you exhaled in annoyance. His eyes were downcast his teeth chewing on his lower lip. You sighed, being angry wasn’t going to help anyone you noted. “No babe you’re not ugly.” You smiled.

“Don’t lie (Name)…. I look in the mirror everyday too.” He muttered bitterly.

“Well then you’re clearly looking into the mirror all wrong.” You shrugged.

His face scrunched up in confusion. “…How do you look into a mirror wrong?” He questioned. A slick smile slithered onto your lips as you stood and motioned him to follow. The both of you stood in front of the mirror.

“Okay, tell me what you see.” You ushered.

“A crusty mummy.” He shot back without hesitation. You frowned at that.

“Touya needs to shut the fuck up.” You scoffed with a roll of your eyes.

“He’s not wrong.” He shrugged. “Look babe I’m fine with looking like this…”

“Love.” You began “When has Touya ever been right?”

Tenko drew a blank, his friend had a knack for being wrong… most of the time… The scarred man sighed and side-eyed you. “Well then what exactly do you see.” He sassed. “Even if Touya’s wrong my eyes work fine.”

“Well then” You clapped turning his face towards the mirror. “When I look at this,” You thumbed underneath his eyes. “I see pain and hardship.”

“How is tha-“

“Shhh let me finish.” You shushed softly pressing your finger against his lips. “I see pain and hardship which leads to growth. They show resilience and strength. To me they tell a story about a boy who turned his trauma into a way to help others. And this.” The tip of your finger traced the scar running down his eye. “This shows how selfless you are.” You mumbled, “So do these.” You hummed caressing all of his wounds and scars.

“Every time your skin cracks and withers there’s always a reason behind it.” You chirped looking into his puzzled eyes, a smile lit your eyes at his confusion. Your fingers hooked underneath the arm of his sweater and you rolled up the sleeve. “Do you remember Kamino? When that one villain practically flattened everything?” He nodded. “There were so many people trapped under the crumbling rubbish, and you got there in time to dust the structures before they could crush thousands of people. This.” You raised his arm “Is a testament to that.”

“You save people at the cost of your own body Tenko.” You whispered brining his arm to your chest. “Your absolutely selfless and brave and that’s incredibly beautiful.” You confessed and lifted his fingers to your lips to press feathery kisses at their tips.

Tenko gazed at you in stunned silence. And you took advantage of it and swirled a finger around a lock of cotton-candy blue. “Your beautiful in your own way.” You added, kissing the skin underneath his scar, staining it with the pigment of your lipstick. You continued to lavish his marred skin with your lips leaving prints of your love with every smooch. A breathless chuckle escaped you when you looked at your handywork. The last lingering kiss was placed on his parted lips and as you pulled back you whispered against them “And downright sexy too. Have you seen the fics people write about you?”

A scoff left his lips at that. His eyes bore into his reflection, he knew that he would rather have scars than not be able to save others however, he sometimes wished he were a bit less… flaky. He voiced out his concern watching as you pursed your lips.

“Well it wouldn’t hurt you to have a skin care routine.” You smiled. “Your fans send you so many products so that you can take better care of your skin. Hell, Thirteen even goes out of her way to send you the high end stuff.”

“Is that what that is?” He frowned. You pinched his cheek in annoyance.

“Yes, of course you never touch it ‘cause you always go for the games they get you.” You nagged. His eyes lit up a reddish fire and he sprinted to where he kept his fanmail eager to get started.

.

.

.

“Tenko you can’t just lather it all on…”

Needless to say, the hero quickly fell in love with his new routine. He felt confident and even though he knew some effects were irreversible he reminded himself of the stories behind them and when he looked into the mirror. He was okay.

[tricketyboo2020]

Spooky Season approaches!

We hope that all you big spooky fans are having a good summer, and that you're as excited to get spooky as we at Trickety-Boo are! October is fast approaching, and the time has come to put out the prompts for our Trick-or-Treat!

What’s the Trick-or-Treat again?

The Trick-or-Treat is us knocking at your door and asking for all your sweetest and spookiest seasonally-appropriate Good Omens works! We’re sharing the prompt list now for you to get inspired by (below the “read more” for your scrolling convenience). You can use these prompts to create your lovely fic or art OR you can come up with your own! Either way, submit the final product to us starting at the beginning of October and we’ll share them with the world!

A complete list of the prompts, including who to tag if you fill them and desired spookiness ratings, can also be found on this google doc. We were unable to include these in the list below because Tumblr.

You can find more details on the Trick-or-Treat page on our blog! Please see the About and FAQ pages for more information on this event as a whole, including a guide on how to appropriately tag your works. 

Prompts:

CONTENT WARNINGS for murder (incl. serial killers), supernatural horror

SFW Prompts

A day in the life of Eric the Disposable Demon

Adam accidentally makes everyone’s costumes real. Angel, demon and antichrist scramble to fix everything.

Aziraphale tries candy making and gets creative with it.

Bones

Chattering Nuns Convent Haunted House

Clue Not-AU. Post Canon (slight preference for show, but book is great too), Airaphale and Crowley are invited to a murder mystery weekend at an old manor with secret passages. It’s supposed to be fun & games, but then people start actually dying. Bonus points for as many actual Clue things (weapons, rooms, characters) as you can incorporate.

creaky hallway

discovering the existence of emoji spells

Dog’s Halloween Costume

Due to a curse leveled at him during the 14th century, every Halloween Crowley is stuck as a snake for 24 hours. Aziraphale has no idea, and Crowley would like to keep it that way…but the universe has other plans.

Making or putting up Halloween decorations together

rude notes

Scary demon/angel summoning. Aziraphale or Crowley get summoned by people who want to hurt/kill them. The other rescues. Hurt/Comfort ensues.

Scooby Doo AU

Scooby Doo Crossover! I’d love to see Aziraphale and Crowley end up in the Scooby Doo world somehow and have to work with Mystery Inc. (The other way could also work, I suppose, but I like this one a bit better.) No Scrappy Doo, please.

Silly Demon/Angel summoning. Aziraphale or Crowley gets summoned to a Halloween party. The people who summoned him didn’t expect it to work. The other comes & “rescues” the summoned one and they may or may not stay for the party.

The Dalby Spook, also known as Gef the Talking Mongoose, was an animal apparition on the Isle of Man in the 1930s. Someone gets sent to deal with this really very harmless mongoose demon who’s just living with this family

the devil’s mahjong game

The Them’s Halloween party/night trick-or-treating

the widow’s long walk

Witchery lessons with Anathema

Zombies in Soho

Any Rating Prompts

A crossover with the horror game Bendy and the Ink Machine

A Wild Hunt has been called and Crowley just KNOWS Aziraphale will inevitably get tangled up in it. Now he has to save his angelic counterpart from the fae’s court, no matter how much of a liking they’ve taken to his angel.

After Adam’s reset of world some unreal things Adam thought were true now ARE. including some urban legends. Some of them very dangerous ones that need to be dealt with by A & C. And this is how they end up parked in the Bentley on lovers lane trying to find a guy with a hook hand. Wait, this legend requires them to make out! …. Oh well, yes, definitely have to kiss to lure that monster out. That’s why they’re kissing. Definitely. Unless…

Aziraphale falls in love with a storybook monster.

Aziraphale is a skeptic in all things supernatural. His (demon) boyfriend Crowley prefers it that way. If only the meddling witch would stop trying to expose him and the rest of the supernatural forces.

Aziraphale is possessed by an evil spirit and Crowley must save him.

Aziraphale is the (surprisingly friendly) Victorian ghost haunting Crowley’s new mansion

Carving jack-o-lanterns

Creepypasta format story (like a found footage or witness statement kind of thing)

Cursed

Demonic attempt to travel via the internet goes horribly wrong and get stuck in a streaming horror movie. Can’t get out til the end… If they make it to the end without being discorporated. Could go either very funny or really terrifying for demon not familiar with humanity

Eyes in the dark

Falling to the influence of dangerous/beastly instincts.

Ghost AU

Halloween is the one day the points of good or bad don’t matter, so it’s Heaven and Hell’s day off

Heaven/Hell have a hostile masquerade party. Oh, no, our outfits match too much. We’re definitely, absolutely enemies!

Killing time

Murder at the Dowling Estate

Nun/Vampire or a lost villager in a forest meets a myth creature

Samhain celebration

Scary movie marathon

True form is scary (either angelic or demonic)

Trying to learn the Time Warp choreography from the Rocky Horror Picture Show

NSFW Prompts

“Oh no, due to mysterious and unforseen circumstances I’m lost in the woods in this fancy outfit, and the only place nearby is the castle that everyone says is inhabited by a Very Sexy Vamipre, whatever shall I do??”

Aziraphale is Death and Crowley is the serial killer who keeps murdering to catch a glimpse of the ethereal being he fell in love with.

Sexy costumes (or “sexy” costumes)

Serial Killers AU: Aziraphale is a novice who’s just drawn his first blood. Crowley catches him in the act and aims to teach him to not get so sloppy.

[welcome-to-the-gay-bar]

So I we started to watch Attack on Titan again after many years and I’ve just finished season two and before starting season three I wanted to take a trip down memory lane and look at all my old favourite AOT fan fictions from 2014 (and see what’s popular nowadays that I may have missed, since wow, a lot has changed since I was last present in this fandom and compared to what’s happening in the current episodes season one was tame).

I’ve noticed a huge divide between fanon and canon and I kinda wanted to ruminate on this a bit.

Eren’s character in the show isn’t my favourite. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still fond of this brash idiot, but he’ll never be my favourite. He falls into this shonen protagonist trope of being hot headed and ill tempered. He doesn’t take advice, he’s not going to listen to plans or authority, he always thinks he’s right and only follows his moral compass, and to tie it all up he’s not even that strong. He can’t back up the threats that he’s laying down and yet he always rushes into situations with fists flying and never thanks or appreciates the characters (Mikasa) that get him out of those tricky situations. The only way to get through to him is to physically beat him down and even then it may not work if he hadn’t already somewhat respected you (Mikasa again). This character type is seen so often in shonen and I’m really not a fan, I like the cool and calculating protagonist better. Someone who has the power behind their threats and doesn’t rush into situations. Again, I like Eren, but I think it’s the other characters in the show that balance him out and the plot itself that makes me like Attack on Titan.

Compare this to fanon where his default character is happy ray of sunshine who’s a little bit naive. It’s a rather jarring comparison but I also don’t necessarily dislike it either. To me canon and fanon characteristics are almost completely seperate. If I had to always think a d compare fan fiction to canon I probably couldn’t read it. I read about happy fanon Eren and see canon angry Eren and to me they are two completely different characters - two completely different people even. If I had to read fan fiction about canon Eren I can 1000000% say that I just wouldn’t. I couldn’t. I’d be totally bored. As I said before, I like Eren but it’s the people around him and the plot itself that makes him bearable. I can watch a show about him because it takes less time and emotional energy, but I couldn’t invest in reading a book about him (which is why I haven’t read the manga either).

This isn’t even exclusively towards Attack on Titan. Back in my Teen Wolf phase I noticed how different canon and fanon characters were. Small secret - I was knee deep in the Teen Wolf fandom before I realised that I hadn’t actually watched an episode of Teen Wolf. One of my mutual’s reblogged TW artwork that was linked to a story and from that I never looked back. When I actually did get around to watching TW I can honestly say I was more than a wee bit disillusioned. Derek and Stiles are obviously not the main characters and I was prepared for that, but then they barely interacted, and when they did interact it was nothing like what I had read about - nothing like what their fanon characters or interactions were like. I can honestly say that I never made it past the first season - the show just wasn’t for me - but I was still thoroughly invested in the fandom for another year or two.

Something about fanon Sterek dynamics just did it for me, their characters and relationship was just so on point for what I wanted, and this is kind of when I came to accept that canon and fanon can be so different that it almost feels as if it’s two pieces of completely different media. I mean, fanon has its own set of rules, it’s own character tropes and story arcs that even completely different authors with completely different stories somewhat instinctively know to follow. I think that’s amazing, but it’s also a double edged sword. See these first two examples were of shows that I A) never watched/finished before reading fan fiction, B) don’t necessarily love love the characters in canon. That means that fanon is more appealing because it takes something I don’t care too strongly for and changes it to something more appealing. But what about when fanon takes something I love and cherish and remoulds it?

I want to briefly take this time to talk about something I’ve dubbed “the twink affect”. When you take a character that’s originally strong willed, self sufficient, and somewhat masculine and you pair the, up with someone EVEN MORE strong willed, self sufficient, and masculine - the “Alpha male” of characters if you will. I find that fanon is incapable of seeing two strong men together in a relationship and will eventually slowly twinkify one of them. Make them smaller, softer, lonelier, less self sufficient and more reliant on others, they need to be taken care of, they’re now a ball of sunshine that’s radiant and joyful, they’re cotton candy that melts on your tongue. You put them next to the pairing you ship them with and instead of seeing two strong men you see a bear and a twink. That’s definitely what’s happened to the two characters/pairings mentioned before and I honestly didn’t mind because I wasn’t protective of the source material, but when it does happen to a character I love it’s the most frustrating thing in the world, and I can’t even complain because I’ve already reaped the benefits from other fandoms. (I am going to complain though, this is my blog and I can do what I want mum.)

I’m going to talk about Mo Dao Zu Shi. Beautiful story that I love in (almost) all its various adaptations, but I’ve noticed the ever slow changing of fanon’s Wei Wuxian. For anyone reading this that hasn’t read MDZS (or if anyone’s reading this at all, I am expecting to just be shouting into the void at this point) Wei Wuxian dies - not a spoiler, it happens at the very beginning of the story - and comes back to life in the body of Mo Xuanyu. Mo Xuanyu is small malnourished and twinky - he even canonically wears makeup (or at least has it in his possession, I’m getting the various adaptations confused and I can’t remember if in canon Wei Wuxian woke up in Mo Xuanyu’s body already wearing the makeup or if he just finds the tin of makeup in Mo Xuanyu’s possessions). Wei Wuxian’s character is also a bit of a tease, and now he’s alive and unburdened by the past he’s much freer now than he was in the past, couple that with the fact that he’s pretending to be Mo Xuanyu (a character who is rumoured to be gay and also a bit insane) he goes all out in pretending to be a shameless flirt, and it’s honestly hilarious, I love his character. So in a sense he has all the makings of a canon twink and I’m really not here to shame on those who portray him that way while he’s in Mo Xuanyu’s body.

My personal issue is with the same extreme twink portrayal while he’s in his original body. In his original body Wei Wuxian is BUFF. He’s hunky, he’s in the top five most eligible bachelors, he’s *car honks* woof woof bark bark *whistles* puurrrr, he’s one of the most powerful cultivators of his generation, he’s a genius too. He’s hunky. He still has the cheeky shameless character, but when you compare him to the male lead Lan Wangji, they’re about the same size and strength. My favourite type of fan fiction in MDZS is fix it/everybody lives nobody dies/no war/etc etc. Basically stories where Wei Wuxian keeps his original body. The fanon twink portrayal of him being so small and soft and weak while in canon he’s one of the strongest and smartest urks me in ways I can’t explain. It’s not what I want, not what I’m looking for. I love him for who he is in canon and to see his character so distorted by fans of the original work is frustrating. I just want to read about Wei Wuxian as a jock with his equally buff and tall nerd boyfriend.

I want to pause here and say that I have nothing against authors that write him in a twinky way, I respect your work and your characters (and as I said before I’ve reaped the benefits of other fandoms twinky character portrayals numerous times), if I read a fic that I’m not happy with the characterisation I just close the tab and move on so absolutely no hate to anyone who enjoys this character type. I’m just ruminating on the fact that I’ve been seeing it happen more and more often lately to the point where I’ve kind of bounced the fandom and am sticking to other works like Scum Villain that haven’t yet twinkified too much (there will always be one or two stories in every fandom that twinkify and honestly? I respect that. Authors said twink rights ONLY, good for them).

Mo Dao Zu Shi isn’t the only fandom I’ve been in that I’ve negatively reacted to fanon. Another one would be Batman (I love Tim with all my heart and I love him getting treated nicely but damn I sometimes wish people would remember how freaking strong and amazing he is too), 2Ha is another I’ve started to see “twinkified” (although I don’t mind seeing Chu Wanning being soft and taken care of, he is canonically called handsome and masculine and he’s quite tall too), I’ve even seen the canonically “top” character (and that seems so weird to write oml) be twinkified by fandom because they want to see him get bottomed for ~equal rights~ because apparently bottoming is seen as a “woman’s position” to them and they’re trying to be woke by switching the sexual positions up but failing to see how misogynistic and homophobic that take is (imma stop myself here because that a WHOLE ‘nother can or worms to be opened right there).

What I’m trying to say is fanon is a double edged sword and I’ve definitely enjoyed some and hated some. I think it’s important to seperate the two. I do think it’s annoying for fandoms to be flooded with mischaracterisation when you actually do like the original characters and I wish there was some way to seperate fandom into “actual canon fans” and “fans of fanon”, but I don’t have a solution and I’ve definitely contributed to the problem in the past so for that I’m sorry.

I don’t know how to end this long ass rant, I don’t know what the goal was in writing this, but taadaa ~ here’s my exceptionally long take on fanon.

[homeformyheart]

choices advent calendar - update!

*due to an unfortunate incident (which i can only blame myself) with my main blog, i don’t have access to my peaceinmidstofchaos blog anymore. so i’ll be continuing this event from this blog, while hoping that tumblr will fix access! i will start the reblogs from here starting december 21. fyi - @choicesmonthlychallenge​; @starrystarrytrouble​; @angela8754​; @aylaramseycarrera​; @lovealexhunt​; @iemcpbchoices​

i had this random idea to do something centered around an advent calendar - for those of you who may not have encountered this, typically it’s a calendar-style chocolate/candy/trivia-type reveal thing you can buy and gift someone. it lets them reveal something for each day of december that is a treat!

with the spirit of that in mind, i offer you - the choices advent calendar! for each day in december, i will go tag diving according to the choices books on the calendar below and reblog 1 fic/writing-related and 1 art/edit/aesthetic-related fan content that has fewer than 20 notes or 5 reblogs, whichever is less. all reblogged content will be fluff / sfw / feel-good / holiday, etc. to help keep our spirits up as we ride out the rest of 2020.

feel free to block the tags below if you don’t want these reblogs to clutter your dash - but i promise to keep it to 2 per day! additional details under the cut!

also, here’s the best part (i hope) - you don’t have to do anything! just follow the tags or my blog and enjoy walking down memory lane (or gaining content on your feed you’ve never seen before) every day in december!

how did you decide which books to feature since there are over 31 books?

i went through the booklist and grouped ones that made sense to put together (e.g., the freshman/the sophomore, and it lives anthology)

i removed holiday specials (since these are usually one-offs for specific series)

i removed 2020 releases and currently running series (e.g., open heart, etc.) since those would have the most recent (and to a certain extent, the most) content generated already and the goal is to promote content that didn’t get as much attention

i removed VIP books since not everyone has VIP or would have read the books and this would avoid spoilers (odds are there isn’t a ton of content either)

and i removed any series that i was aware of having a dedicated event in december (i.e., the elementalists)

what is the full list of books that didn’t make the cut?

Holiday specials

Home for the Holidays

The Elementalists (due to TE AW occurring in December)

VIP Books

2020 releases & currently running series – TRR/TRH, MTFL, Queen B, TNA, Rising Tides, Distant Shores, BOLAS, Witness, Baby Bump 1 & 2, Open Heart 1 & 2

how will you decide what content to reblog?

i’m going to go hunting through the tags, sorting by popularity and recency and paying attention to how many reblogs make up the notes. unfortunately, even if you have a ton of “likes,” reblogs are given more credit on tumblr in terms of the popularity of a post so i’m going to do my best to balance those with a ton of notes but few reblogs vs. those that have minimal notes to begin with but it’ll depend on what i find.

will you only limit it to 2 if there is a wide-range of non-written content (e.g, social media edits, fanart, edits, moodboards, etc.)?

i want to be fair to all the books so i’m going to do my best to limit it to 2. however, for books that seem to have less popular content or have multiple books in the series (e.g., HSS / HSSCA has a combined 6 books), i may make an exception.

are you going to be posting or reblogging content not related to the advent calendar?

i will do my best to keep that at a minimum since i want to give the content i find a chance to get noticed but i do have some things already planned and scheduled (e.g., potluck reveal and TE appreciation week).

what if i want to keep following your blog but don’t want all these reblogs clogging my feed?

first of all - i am humbled and appreciate you following my blog / wanting to keep following me, i truly am! 🥰 if you don’t want to see these reblogs, feel free to block the tags #choices advent calendar, #jens advent calendar, or #december X (whatever date it is).

what if i want to make sure i don’t miss any content?

feel free to follow my blog or the tags above! 😊 and thank you! you can also use these tags to search for these posts on my blog.

this is a great idea - can i also go tag diving and reblog old content that may not have gotten a lot of attention?

yes, of course! the more, the merrier! just let me know so i can support you and use the #choices advent calendar tag (feel free to create your own version of the other two) so we have at least one tag with all the reblogs 🤗

what if i have other questions?

use the askbox, comments on this post, or DM me! 🤗

[dakotakaiskicks]

Fair-est of Them All- Tegan Nox/Dakota Kai

A/N: This is a sequel to my previous fic Bowl-a-Rama Blues, but you don’t necessarily have to read that first to understand this one. (Though it would be sick if you did.) This is basically pure fluff because picturing TegKota being dumb gays is the only thing producing serotonin in my brain right now.

Tegan’s friends had always said that if it weren’t for bad luck, she wouldn’t have any luck at all. Today was proving that to be an overly true statement. It was the day that she and Dakota were supposed to meet at the bowling alley for their date, but that was looking less and less likely as the minutes passed.

First, she had woken up to find a giant zit right in the center of her forehead. Then, she had gotten a muscle cramp in her leg from chasing her dog down the street. From there, the day had progressively worse, from accidentally washing a red shirt with her white clothes, to dropping her phone and shattering the screen. The icing on the cake was when she had called Bowl-a-Rama to reserve a lane, she was informed that they were closed due to a remodel.

The woman was on the verge of tears when she picked up her phone to dial Dakota’s number and tell her the news.

“Hello?” The Kiwi’s voice was somewhat soothing to Tegan, able to practically hear the smile in the other woman’s voice as she spoke.

“Hey, Kota.” The defeat in Tegan’s voice must have been audible, making Dakota become worried.

“Are you alright? You sound upset. Who do I need to beat up?” This brought a slight smile to the other woman’s face as she responded, “No need to fight anyone, I’m just having a rough day, that’s all.”

Dakota frowned, not realizing she couldn’t be seen. “Well, at least we have tonight to look forward to, right?”

“That’s the thing, I just called to reserve a lane and they’re closed.”

“No big deal! I mean, I was kinda looking forward to helping you with your technique again, but we can do something else.”

Tegan blushed at the memory of the older woman’s hands on her before asking, “What would you suggest?”

“There is a fair happening downtown if you’d be interested.”

The Welsh woman’s face lit up; having been a fan of fairs since she was younger, she couldn’t possibly say no to the other woman. Not that she would ever think of doing such. They had only known each other for a week, but Tegan was already smitten. “The fair sounds like a great idea. Can I pick you up around 7?”

Dakota giggled and Tegan’s heart leapt at the sound. “That sounds perfect, see you then! Bye, cutie.” She hung up, leaving Tegan to stare at her phone, not knowing how to react to being called ‘cutie’ by possibly the cutest person to ever exist.

“I’m screwed, aren’t I, Blue?” The dog looked up at her, seemingly more interested in getting head scratches than anything else. The woman obliged the animal for a few minutes before hopping up off the couch to begin getting ready for the evening. She had about 3 hours before she had to pick Dakota up, which meant she had about 2 and a half hours to get ready, and an hour of that time would surely be spent trying to get her hair to behave.

Tegan’s bad luck continued in the shower as she cut herself shaving, nearly laughing at her own misfortune as she slapped a bandage over the wound. Once out of the shower, she decided to go for a messy ponytail to show off the red lowlights that Shotzi insisted on doing for her. For makeup, she opted to go with a simple look that would make her blue eyes pop while also covering up the zit that had yet to disappear. She was having trouble picking an outfit, but eventually, she decided on a Captain Marvel t-shirt, a pair of cutoff jean shorts, and her favorite pair of black Converse.

By the time she had finished getting ready, it was already 6:15, and Dakota’s house was about 30 minutes away. She made sure Blue had plenty of food and water, bending down to kiss the dog on top of the head before grabbing her wallet and keys and heading out to pick up her date for the evening.

The closer she got to Dakota’s, the more nervous she became. What if they couldn’t think of anything to talk about? They had been chatting all week; nothing too in-depth, but Tegan was afraid she would run out of topics to discuss. It was a bit easier last time they met, having Shotzi and Candice there to buffer out any silent moments. But now, it would just be the two of them, and Tegan didn’t know how well her brain would decide to function for her.

Before she knew it, she was pulling into Dakota’s driveway, hands shaking as she put her car in park. She got out of the car, cringing slightly as the door had shut harder than she had anticipated. As she made her way to the other woman’s front door, she wiped her hands down the front of her shorts, the nerves really getting to her.

She walked up the three steps leading up to Dakota’s front door, her foot catching on the last one. She was barely able to regain her balance, gently knocking on the door and waiting not-so-patiently to see the woman that had been on her mind for the past week.

After what seemed like an eternity, the door opened and Tegan’s breath caught in her throat. Dakota was wearing her hair in its natural state, the curls framing her face perfectly. She had chosen to keep her outfit simple, a white tank top with black skinny jeans and Vans, but the Welsh woman was still taken aback by how beautiful she was.

“You look gorgeous,” Tegan said, admiring the way Dakota grinned and blushed at the compliment.

“You do, too. I like your shirt. Captain Marvel is one of my favorites.”

Tegan smiled at her date before following her down the stairs, totally not staring at her butt and thinking about how good it looked in her jeans. No, definitely, not doing that. “We’ll have to watch the movie together some time. Assuming this date goes well and you want to, that is. No pressure, though, it’s totally up to you.” The Welsh woman hadn’t realized she was rambling until Dakota reached for her hand to calm her down.

“I think I’d like that. But for now, I hear the fair calling us, and a giant bag of cotton candy sounds damn good right now.”

The two women get into Tegan’s car, the younger woman offering to let Dakota choose the music for their journey. The Kiwi scrolled through her music library, eventually settling on “Write On Me” by Fifth Harmony, (A/N: RIP Fifth Harmony), smiling as the other woman sang under her breath. A few songs and a lot of staring when the other person wasn’t looking later, they arrived at the fairgrounds.

The smell of kettle corn and funnel cakes hung in the air, and Tegan grinned at the sight of the ferris wheel in the middle of the grounds. They made their way to the ticket window, the younger woman paying for both of their wristbands, as well as tickets to play games with. Dakota wasn’t happy that Tegan wouldn’t let her pay her own way in, but she was promised that she could pay for their food if she really wanted to. As they entered the gates, the Kiwi grabbed Tegan’s hand again, desperate for any kind of physical contact with the other woman.

Their first stop was at the flying swings, Tegan’s personal favorite ride. They found a double seated swing, only letting go of their hands long enough to make sure they were strapped in properly. As the ride started up, Dakota took her phone out of her pocket to take a picture of Tegan, enjoying the look of pure happiness on her face. That was a face she hoped to see on the woman as often as possible.

The ride ended a couple of minutes later, the two women surveying the fairgrounds in search of their next activity. Dakota spotted a small roller coaster up ahead and asked Tegan if they could go on it next. She tried her best to hide her look of apprehension, apparently doing so well enough to not clue Dakota in on her thoughts.

Truth be told, Tegan had always been terrified of roller coasters, even small ones. All she could picture was her not being harnessed in properly and falling out, and that was not how she wanted to die, quite frankly. But, after seeing the smile on Dakota’s face, she didn’t have the heart to tell her no. So, there they stood in line, the younger woman hoping that Dakota couldn’t feel the way her hand shook as they waited their turn.

Once they reached the front of the line, the Kiwi practically dragged Tegan to the seat closest to the front.

“This is gonna be so much fun!” The younger woman was glad her date was excited, but that excitement was very much one-sided. As more and more people boarded the ride, Tegan’s dread intensified, wondering if it was too late to ask if she could get off. That question was answered for her quickly, the ride attendant pulling down on everyone’s harnesses to ensure they were properly fastened. Tegan felt like she was going to be sick, or pass out, or maybe both.

“Tegan, are you okay?” The other woman tried to fake a smile before responding, “Never better,” The weakness in her voice calling her bluff as soon as the words left her mouth.

“Do you not like roller coasters? Why didn’t you say something sooner?” Dakota felt awful, but as the ride attendant walked over to the control panel and began to explain the rules, she knew there was no going back.

“You seemed so excited about it, I didn’t want you to be upset.” Neither woman had the chance to really respond to that statement as the coaster started up, Tegan grasping Dakota’s hand so tightly, she was afraid she had broken it. The twists and turns of the ride intensified the similar feelings in her stomach. By the time the ride had ended, Tegan wasn’t sure how she had stopped herself from getting sick.

Dakota frowned as she rubbed the other woman’s back in a comforting way, immediately apologizing to her date. “I’m so sorry I put you through that! Do you need to sit? Can I get you something to drink? What do you need me to do?” Tegan stopped the Kiwi from going into a panic by running her hand up and down her arm.

“I’ll be fine, I just need to sit for a minute or two.”

The two women found a bench nearby to sit on, their legs brushing one anothers’ as they watched the people around them. They saw everything from teenagers walking around and taking pictures for social media, to small children running around with bags of cotton candy that were almost as big as them, their parents not far behind them.

As Tegan’s stomach began to settle, she became aware of Dakota’s hand moving from holding her own to resting on her thigh. She wasn’t sure if the other woman realized what she had done, but she was making Tegan’s heart flutter.

“Feeling any better?”

“Y-yeah,” Tegan replied, staring intently at Dakota’s hand on her leg. The older woman followed her gaze, blushing and pulling her hand away, much to her date’s disappointment. They stood from the bench, neither of them sure if they should hold hands again, so they opted to walk side by side to their next destination, which happened to be a funnel cake truck.

As promised, Dakota bought Tegan, as well as herself, a giant funnel cake, along with a bag of cotton candy to share. They sat down at a picnic table nearby, happily digging in to their food. Tegan had asked for extra whipped cream on hers, which had proven to be a mistake as she had it all over her face.

She and Dakota looked up at around the same time, the older woman laughing at the mess on Tegan’s face.

“Having a bit of trouble there, hun?”

“No,” the Welsh woman replied from around a mouthful of funnel cake. Dakota shook her head before reaching up to wipe some of the whipped cream off of Tegan’s cheek. Her touch was gentle, and the younger woman had to resist the urge to nuzzle her face into Dakota’s hand.

After they had finished their funnel cakes, they had decided to try their hand at some games. They knew that most of them were rigged, but it was all part of the fair experience. They had lost pretty badly at ring toss, only managing to land three rings between them.

Next was the water gun race, which Tegan narrowly won, almost losing to a small child a couple of seats down. She saw the child get upset and decided to give the stuffed sloth to him, the little boy hugging her legs tightly before taking the sloth and running to catch up to his older brother.

“That was sweet of you. He looked so happy.” Dakota was in awe at the woman in front of her, wondering how she had gotten so lucky to be on a date with her.

“Eh, it’s not a big deal. Sloths aren’t really my thing anyway. I’m more into Kiwis.” The younger woman winked at Dakota before running off to the next game, which was a soccer game. The setup seemed simple enough: get 3 goals and win a prize. There was a motorized cardboard cutout of a goalie that ran across the goal, which would make it a bit harder, but she was determined to win Dakota the grand prize, which was a giant Eevee plush. (A/N: *wink wink*)

She handed the man running the game one ticket, which would get her 3 chances. “Are you sure you don’t want to try for more?” He seemed to be teasing her, which she didn’t appreciate.

“No,” she said. “I’m good.”

The man simply stared at her, as did Dakota, as she lined up her first kick. She put it in the top left corner of the net, quickly making a second shot as well. Before setting up her third shot, she glanced back at Dakota and smiled, pointing at her as to signal that she was winning for her. For once on this day, luck was actually on her side, and she managed to bank the shot right over the hands of the fake goalie.

Dakota looked impressed as the younger woman retrieved her prize, handing the plush to her. “That was incredible. How did you do that?” 

“I played soccer for a while before I got injured. Guess it just comes natural to me.”

Dakota grabbed Tegan’s hand and walked with her to a Test Your Strength game, determined to win the younger woman a prize as well. The Kiwi handed a couple of tickets to the worker, and in exchange was given a mallet to hit the base with.

Tegan watched with focus as the older woman slung the mallet over her head, nearly drooling at the sight of her muscles flexing as she hit the base of the machine, the indicator floating almost up to the bell. Before Dakota took her second shot, Tegan walked up to her and kissed her on the cheek. “You got this, I believe in you.

The older woman grinned and nodded her head before swinging the mallet again, smile widening that much more when the bell rang. The worker asked which prize she wanted, and she turned to Tegan. “Your choice, darling.”

Tegan thought about it for a second before spotting a giant Pikachu at the end of the display. She pointed at it and clutched it to her chest as soon as it was handed to her. The women continued to play games until they ran out of tickets, both winning smaller prizes to add to their collections.

“Well, I’d say tonight was pretty successful,” Tegan said, digging her hand into their bag of cotton candy as they walked back through the fairgrounds.

“I would agree, but I saw you eyeing that ferris wheel as soon as we walked in. You wanna go on it?” Tegan didn’t answer and instead grabbed Dakota’s hand before walking over to get in line.

They got on the ferris wheel and sat in comfortable silence as it slowly made its way around. Little did they know, they were both having the same thought.

‘I really want to kiss her.’

“Thank you for tonight, it was amazing,” Dakota said, smiling brightly at the other woman.

Tegan took a deep breath before responding, “Hopefully I can make it even more amazing.”

Before Dakota could ask what she meant, Tegan’s lips were on hers. She was too shocked to respond at first, but quickly snapped out of it and kissed back. All of the cliches in the world couldn’t describe how amazing their first kiss was. They eventually pulled apart, only for Dakota to grab Tegan’s face and pull her in for another kiss. After they pulled away the second time, the women couldn’t wipe the smiles off their faces.

“So, uh, that was nice,” Tegan said. “I wouldn’t mind doing this again.”

“The date or the kiss?”

“Both? Yeah, both would be nice.”

The two women walked out of the gates hand in hand, already planning their next adventure together.

[diedieri]

WIP - Unfinished- Holiday Brickercup (that sounds like a cookie)

So I really really wanted to get this finished the for Holiday but..Kinda lost steam.

I loved the idea of fluff n smut and I was like I need to get some Brick and Buttercup action so it doesn’t bleed too much into the main fic (LOLOLOLOL WELP)

so...this is unfinished, it’s a one shot, who knows maybe I’ll feel motivated later. I had a whole vision for this and for a Butch x Buttercup one shot too

alas...

I legit have not reread a damn word of this.

Little ficlet under the cut. I guess a bit of a warning-- i love all the dumbass holiday movie tropes. xDDDD;; so that’s what this (and the other) were supposed to be. Self indulgent lol  WHEN AM I NOT YOLO.

If motivation does hit me, i will prolly put the finished product up on AO3

happy holidays merry christmas, mask up and stay safe

Christmas.

 Cookies. Presents. Families. Snow. And escape plans.

 Year after year, Buttercup had told herself she was going to skip it. Tell her family oh sorry, she had other plans. Every year, she came closer than the last. Last year had been that final straw. Buttercup, the only single sister watching everyone laugh and clap at the serendipitous surprise of both Blossom and Bubbles being proposed to. Buttercup was happy for them, and hateful for every family gathering to follow. Every time her sister’s promised they knew a girl, they knew a guy, that she would just love if she gave them a chance!

 Buttercup hadn’t been looking for love or waiting for it. There was a city to save. Work to be done.

 So this Christmas, she had a plan. From Halloween on she’d been dropping hints and planting the seeds of her having someone to see. Being late due to a date. At last when Blossom proposed the time the meet at the house, Buttercup laid out her cards.

 “Oh, this year I’m actually going out of town! It’s nothing, big…Just.” She had to downplay it and let her sisters assume it was her pride getting in the way. They were elated and made her swear next year she’d insist the plans be back at the Professors.

 It would have been just as easy to stay home in her apartment to play out her rouse. The more Buttercup had begun to imagine her would be date, the more she had decided to be accurate, incase anyone asked questions. She’d tell them which cabin she was going to, how cold it was going to be. She researched every night until one day she had done it. She booked a cabin from a small mom and pop place. They had pictures on their website but you had to call to make reservations.

 What would Christmas be without a little self-indulgence? Wine, lingerie, bathbombs, and cookies were all on the list. It was her first vacation ever, the first ever alone at least. Bubbles had given her a gift just for the trip, a freshly knitted scarf and cap. Blossom bought her an expensive leather jacket. The professor got her doc martins. The guilt bled in a little. Only a little. She need the time away. To feel good and sane again. The distance would help her love her family and not strangle them.

    “Ms. Utonium! You’re. Here.”  The disappointment had never been more obvious. Buttercup barely got in the door, she hadn’t been able to shut it quick enough without letting snow blow in. Even her vision had been questionable in the brewing snow storm. Her cheeks were red and fingers nearly frozen shut around the handles of her duffle.

 “Yeah,” Buttercup didn’t smile to met the woman’s nervous countenance. She was portly and rosey cheeked, though Buttercup would argue it was more flustered than natural. She set her bag at her feet. A distance from the counter.

 “Oh sweetie,” Her distance instantly recognized, “I didn’t mean anything by it, it’s just. Well.” She shuffled from behind the counter, her hands wiped over her apron hand stitched with an abundance of Christmas decorum. It matched the check in cabin nicely. Two trees. Real pine. A burning fire place. There were presents neatly placed under the pine and stockings stuffed to the brim. The lights on this cabin had been a dead give away when she wasn’t sure where to check in.

 “You see with the storm coming, folks haven’t been checkin’ out. I couldn’t kick them out without a plan on Christmas. And with the planes grounded, I didn’t think anyone else would be coming in.”

 At the mention of anyone else Buttercup turned completely to the red couch just behind her, another guest with a long black coat and red cap. If there had been any surprise he had since collected himself and left Buttercup alone to flounder.

 Brick. Rowdyruff Brick was sitting with crossed arms staring her down. Of course the only two people with super powers had braved the storm and made it up to the mountain.

 “Well darlin, you see, we have one cabin left.”

 “So you gave it to him?” Buttercup asked with a snap, eyes still on Brick. If there was anything a Ruff could manage to take from a Puff it was their happiness. Buttercup’s one holiday she’d given herself. The chance to be without ridicule and out from under a microscope, the only one single and alone—her perfectly planned cottage get away. Stolen.

 “No.” Brick answered for her. “She wanted to be sure no one was coming.”

 “Goodness gracious,” The woman fanned her face despite the chill. She’d said it like a swear and the tone had Buttercup turning her back on Brick. Somehow she suspected this woman rarely swore and her meltdown would be a bigger threat than Brick.

 “Hey, Ma’am its—”

 “We know each other,” Brick cut in. He stood shoulder to shoulder with Buttercup, a visual representation to calm the ailed woman. “We can split it.”

 “What?” The hostess and Buttercup asked together.  

  “But she’s,” a she, the woman might have said.

 “I can handle myself lady.” Buttercup stomped out the fear without batting an eye. The point of this vacation was to be alone, right? If Brick had come this far away from Townsville it had to be no different than her.

 “Is that alright?” Her cheeks were less fire engine emergency and more Jack Frost had nipped at her cheeks. Buttercup made fists in her pockets and damned the will of the people.

 “That’ll be just fine.” Hardly. “Brick is a real gentleman. Righty Bricky?” She had been queuing up for a pack mule joke, but he had already shouldered her bag and taken the key from the Mrs. Klaus look alike.

 “Oh dearie, take this. You’ll need all the extra you can get.” She hoisted a bundle of logs with both hands, Brick took it with one. “Oh, goodness and why don’t you take this on the house. For the trouble. We normally host a Christmas party, a little raffle.” She gifted Buttercup with a blanketed basket.

 With the way Mrs. Klaus had been apologizing, Buttercup had been expecting the worst pick of the lot. Brick, drove their rented car slower than she’d ever seen him move up the twisted Mountain Road. It was farther than the other cabins. Brick gestured to the crude map that had come with the key.

 “The Christmas Cottage. Really.” Buttercup snickered and noted the ghost of a smirk on Brick.

 “What do you expect? I booked the one on Rudolph road.”

 “I thought Snowflake Lane was winter themed.” It had been the cheapest of the bunch and even for her fake trips, Buttercup had kept to a budget.

 The outside was small, decorated modestly with lighted candy canes noting the start of the long driveway up to the cottage. They framed the walkway up to the door, keeping its guest on path. This far up the mountain and back into the wood, the snow had piled on high and thick. The candy canes barely had any light to them under the grey sky and hidden under blankets of snow.

 The chill was enough to have Brick and Buttercup moving quick. Neither dawdled over their situation and wanted to get in the cabin and warm themselves up. Brick fumbled with his things and the keys, he barely stepped in before back tracking to the car. He had thought a little deeper into the lodging, bringing multiple cooking supplies where Buttercup had a bag of goods to make pancakes, cookies, sausage, eggs, popcorn and frozen pizza. She thought about dining out one of the nights, she hadn’t thought about that being weather considering. Weather had played a very small part in her fantasy get away.

 Of course Brick had considered everything. Buttercup hung in the doorway, Brick maneuvering around her to set down the large yeti cooler. He shut the door behind them,

 “It’s warm.” He held out a palm. Buttercup kept hers tucked under her armpits. Her breathe wasn’t visible in the cabin and the chill closed behind them she thought anything might feel warm.

 “Stomp off the snow and kick off your shoes.”

 “I know how snow works,” Buttercup chirped and carefully undid the laces. As much as she loved the new kicks it was a relief to be out of them. The backs of her ankles were no stronger than anyone else’s when it came to breaking in new boots. She floated above the wood flooring to the cream colored carpeting.

 Brick turned on every light as he walked, carrying the cooler to the kitchenette first. Buttercup couldn’t believe her own gasp.

 The sharp ‘what’ died gently when he saw just what the switch had turned on. Every eve above the head was wrapped in white lights, the door frames lined with lighted garland and a tree just in front of the balcony, across from the dark fireplace. Blossom was a master interior designer, but Buttercup had never oo’ed and aw’ed like this before. It was a scene out of a movie, she was staring at a real life Christmas card. A red plush blanket tossed over the couch. Matching mugs on the wooden coffee table, Mr. and Mrs.

 “Oh shit,” Buttercup held one up, a packaged cocoa nestled neatly inside. “I guess this is why she sorry.”

 “Honeymoon suite.” Brick agreed and held up a bottle of champagne. “Oh. And there’s cake.” He read the card,

“A small wedding cake for the lovely Mr. and Mrs. Rudolph.”

 “You’re shitting me,” Buttercup floated behind him. The damn thing was even decorated with the two reindeer. Either the couple would have hated or loved this. Likely loved it considering their location of choice.

 “Well. Mr. Rudolph. We have cake.” Buttercup had no shame. Free wedding cake? She’d take the name if it came with a prize.

 “I bet there are more surprises, Mrs. Rudolph.”  His joke knocked a grin onto her face. Brick was snide and snarky. His remarks could cut as deep as his fist could punch. Something said without it being at the expense of any person was a bit of a surprise.

 “Should we see what else the happy couple left four our honeymoon?”

 “Wouldn’t that be stealing?”

 “We’re helping them not be wasteful. Come on.”

 “Go on, I’m going to start the fire.”

 “Oh because that’s such a challenge for you.”  Buttercup reached, her nail dragged from his collar bone and over Brick’s adam’s apple. Her sister was an ice breather and he had a belly of fire.

 “I don’t need to use shit to start a fire.”

 “Uh-huh, I’m sure you can.” Buttercup batted her eyes and walked down the hall, “I’ll turn up the heater. Don’t want to freeze out.”

 Buttercup didn’t really doubt the resourcefulness of the other. The boys had lived on their own, who knows what tricks each of them had picked up to sustain themselves. The banter was just another dialect, part of Buttercup’s language. A natural problem starter and shit stirrer.

[sirsapling]

MORE TAGGED POSTS

I got tagged in a bunch more things I didn't respond to fast enough, so UNDER THE CUT THEY GO. 

I have too many things to respond to, so I won't be tagging, but consider yourself tagged if you want to do any.

IT’S THE LITTLE THINGS

Tagged by the wonderful @bardingbeedle​

Pass the happy!🌻🌿 When you receive this, list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications!

Lying in warm blankets in an cold room. Bonus points for snow outside.

A fresh Buzz cut

Talking to @bardingbeedle​

Having long, passionate rambles about the Marvel Ultimates

Hashbrowns, bacon, maple syrup, maybe a pancake, and a sausage too.

Tagged by the chaotic @s-hylor​

top 3 cities you want to visit: Toronto, again. Colorado (I know its a state not a city I just want to visit ashes AND GET SNOW). And I would like to go back to Italy again. (I also want to visit, just, all of my fandom friends but I don't want to drop all their locations lol)

favorite marvel character: Ults!Steve Rogers and then Ults!Tony Stark. Not counting stony, Anthony the brain tumor, and not counting clones, Gregory Stark.

white chocolate - yay or nay?: Love it, love it, love it.

favourite board game: God Save The Queens- A board game about Bees I invented with 3 other people at University last year for a project.

how many countries have you been to: 10, I have been very luckily graced with the ability to travel to Europe with school a lot.

(Wales, France, Belgium, Germany, Switzerland, America [Florida, Boston, New York], Spain, Portugal, Italy, and finally Canada.)

favorite thing to do on a rainy day: Anything indoors I might usually feel guilty about doing when its sunny. Tv or games particularly

favorite holiday: Christmas. I am a Christmas slut, call me festive sapling I LOVE Christmas.

pen or pencil: Pen. I once bought 7 in lisbon at the same time bc they were perfect and I didn't want to run out.

favourite kind of soup: Cupasoup Chicken noodle, I don't really like soups tbh, I like broths, and gravy type things I make too much of and eat like a soup (like golden Currys or korma sauces)

your typical order at a cafe or coffee shop: Caramel Frappucino or an iced Mocha. If I'm gonna pay a fuck tonne for coffee I'm gonna get a drinkable dessert.

favorite ride at an amusement park: Any slow rides that show you shit, like spaceship earth at EPCOT. I’m not really a speed dude.

the color of your sneakers: RED, red shoes are the shit folks, a good pair of red converse goes with everything.

favorite pbs show (or little kids show if you didn’t have pbs):  Uh I used to watch pokemon then winnie the pooh every single night. But little little kids show I used to watch a show called 64 zoo lane with my grandma so I have fond memories

Rules: name your favorite female characters from 10 different fandoms, then tag 10 people.

Tagged by the wonderful @ashes0909​

Natasha Romanov - Marvel Cinematic Universe

Carol Danvers - Marvel 616

Janet Van Dyne - Marvel Ultimates

Izumi Curtis - Full Metal Alchemist

Martha Jones - Doctor Who

Garnet - Steven Universe (if she doesn't count bc, space rock, Connie)

Rosa Diaz - Brooklyn 99

Ann Perkins  - Parks and Rec

Princess Caroline - Bojack Horseman

Pam Poovey - Archer

LOOK I know there was a lot of cheating here, but I don't have non marvel fandoms really, and I have a hard time remembering a lot of the TV I enjoyed.

Rules: Share your top 10 AO3 additional tags. Tagged by the mysterious @nigmuff​

look I don't know if I have enough tags to make this a justified representation, but the ones shown are v much on brand.

Fanfic trope meme

I was tagged by the delightful @capnstars​ and @crownofstardustandbone​

slowburn or love at first sight // fake dating or !!!secret dating!!! // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut AND fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it  // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high school romance or !!!!middle-aged romance!!! // time travel or isolated together // neighbours or roommates  // sci-fi or magic au // body swap or genderbend  // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

Look guys, I’m boring. I like domestic 30-40 year olds in secret relationships. We knew this.

And now buckle the fuck down folks because I'm about to answer 50 questions about me no one is gonna stick around and read.

tagged by @bardingbeedle​ the only person who would put up with reading this much about me.

What is the colour of your hairbrush?

I have a buzz cut, I don't have a hair brush anymore.

Are you typically too warm or too cold?

Too warm. I have been warmer than most people my whole life, and I often need to sleep with a fan on.

What were you doing 45 minutes ago?

Working on a sketch for an MTH fill (update from the end of this: I have spent an hour doing this fuckin thing)

What is your favourite candy bar?

Bounty. My favourite candy is Reese’s Pieces but I like a bounty. Or like, and chocolate without fruit in it tbh.

Have you ever been to a professional sports event?

Yes, one of my parents referees Championship Football here in the UK. I have been to a few of his games. I also went to the London 2012 Paralympic closing ceremony, if that counts.

What is the last thing you said out loud?

‘Oh, this will last me a few days’ I was talking to my mother about 1/2 a can of pringles, I was lying.

What is your favourite ice cream?

Vanilla. I am boring. But the best ice cream i’ve had was a cream/milk flavoured gelato in Florence, that shit slapped. I also like cheap strawberry ice cream when no one is trying to put strawberry bits in it.

What was the last thing you had to drink?

Dinner. A spinach, banana, summer fruits and coconut yoghurt smoothie (with extra raspberries). Its my nightly dinner to cheat more veg into my body.

Do you like your wallet?

Very much. It’s about 7-8 years old, it is faded to hell but it has spiderman and a pony ride stony pin

What was the last thing you ate?

See above smoothie comment, but if that doesn't count, a sugar free mint polo.

Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

Nope. I don't buy as many clothes as I want to, bc mens clothes in larger sizes are hard to find or expensive here.

The last sporting event you watched?

F1, I don't keep up but I watch a little with my dad every now and then.

What is your favourite flavour of popcorn?

BUTTER. They don't really have it here, and I don't go to movies much when in the states. But @festiveferret​ introduced me to it when we saw Ant-man and the Wasp, and much like poutine and Tim Hortons, I still crave it.

Who is the last person you sent a text message to?

My dad. 

Ever go camping?

Yes, I was a Scout. I have done enough camping to not want to do more, it was fun when I wasn't organising it.

Do you take vitamins?

Yes, but not as often as I should, and as much as my mother bothers me too.

Do you go to church every Sunday?

Nope, not even when I considered myself christian. I go only go to church for other peoples events, and I’m an agnostic now.

Do you have a tan?

I cannot tan. I just can't, I burn lobster red in 5 minutes outside without literal sun cream for BABIES

Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza?

Chinese food, It was easily what taught me to like more foods also, I don't eat tomato so I can't have most pizza. I love a good garlic base/bechamel, but you can't really get that here easily (yes yes I could make my own but that ruins half the point of pizza)

Do you drink your soda with a straw?

I don't drink carbonated drinks, because its like drinking pain. The fuck is wrong with all of you.

What colour socks do you usually wear?

Various colours, but I consider red on the left, blue on the right, my lucky socks. No I don't know why, but I take all exams and interviews wearing them. It’s just a thing.

Do you ever drive above the speed limit?

I don't drive, but if I did, No. Theres a lot of questionable laws out there but Traffic laws aren't one of them.

What terrifies you?

Pfft, most things from spiders to rollercoasters. But more seriously, Being shouted at. Shout at me and I start hyperventilating, its a thing. Also not knowing if someone is mad at me. I’m not good at reading people,

Look to your left, what do you see?

The wallet shown earlier, and the sugar free polos mentioned after that.

What chore do you hate?

Vacuuming. It makes everything in my body hurt. I would rather clean toilets.

What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent?

@s-hylor​

What’s your favourite soda?

See above. I do not like your pain liquid. Apple juice for life.

Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thrus?

Either delivery or kiosk, I don't like talking to people where possible, I often need tweaks I don't want to have to remember to repeat.

Who’s the last person you talked to?

@downeyhills​

Favourite cut of beef?

I don't generally eat beef, lamb, or most red meats. I love crispy chilly beef, but as anyone can point out its bc your generally don't feel the texture of the beef.

Last song you listened to?

Everybody Wants to Rule the World | Tears for Fears | Pomplamoose

I’m on a Pomplamoose kick, and I also just love this song anyway.

Last book you read?

Understanding Comics (The invisible Art) - Scott McCloud

Favourite day of the week?

Friday nights. The weekend is ahead and @loraneldin​ and I take to wrangling our beloved usual suspects through another week of Ults Book Club.

Can you say the alphabet backwards?

I can barely say it forwards.

How do you like your coffee?

With milk and sugar, or ultimately, in a Caramel Frappuccino bc I'm a bitch like that.

Favourite pair of shoes?

I have walking boots that don't make my flat ass feet feel like they’re dying. OR my black and green crocs (Fight me, they’re useful).

The time you normally go to sleep?

9-10 is what I'm working on, but I fluctuate depending on if I'm working on something or not.

The time you normally get up?

5-6 If I have a choice in the matter, but often 7-8 if I didn't get to bed at the right time. I’m more about getting the right hours in for my diet than time specifically.

What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets?

Sunset is the prettiest, but I like to be awake to see the sun rise.

How many blankets on your bed?

One big thick comforter, because that's the uk standard, and I get too hot otherwise.

Describe your kitchen plates

Two types, big wide white ones with a navy blue rim. They are so large I never use them, and little Navy saucer plates I use a lot.

Do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage?

I don't drink, so no. I drink apple juice or Shirley temples when I'm in pubs/bars

Do you play cards?

Sometimes, I like to teach people to play Old Maid. It’s the monopoly of card games.

What colour is your car?

Again, I do not drive. 

Can you change a tire?

I am aware I just said I don't have a car, but I do know how to change a tire. Everyone should go learn its pretty simple.

Favourite job you’ve ever had?

I have only had one job really and two job experience jobs. I did experience in a school library for a week and that was v fun and chill. I did all the jobs they had prepared for me in 2 days so I alphabetically reorganised their fiction section for the rest of the week. I LIKE ORDERING.

How did you get your biggest scar?

I no longer have a gallbladder, so I have 3 scars across my torso from that, the biggest right in the middle of my ribs. Non surgical wise I have matching scars on my knees from ripping holes in them when tripping. I have weak ankles and also I got both of those at different times.

What did you do today that made someone else happy?

I gave my spare animal crossing Iguanodon skull to a wicked artist I follow on twitter so he could complete his dino park. 

[raging-violets]

Fictober 2019 // Day 1

Prompt Number: #1, “It will be fun, trust me”

Fandom: Big Time Rush

Rating: T, for swearing I guess

Warning: None

A/N: October first is Kendall Knight’s and Riley Jackson’s wedding anniversary and every year I do something on October 1st. The first time I celebrated I did a one-shot of their wedding day. Two years ago was my fic Give Your Heart A Break. I forgot to do one last year, saw this prompt list and decided to do it for this year. So here’s prompt 1! This gif really doesn’t go with it, but here you go.

@dancerdramatic14 @foxesandmagic

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"It will be fun, trust me."

Kendall's nose scrunched when he heard the words repeated in his head. Couldn't help but let out a slight, grunting sigh as he took a sharp turn to the right and continued trekking along. Reaching out his hand, he pressed his fingertips to the stalks of corn he passed by, wondering if there really was truth to the idea that you'd always find your way out of a maze if you kept your hand along a wall.

Another huff, this time from behind him and much, much more irritated. There was more than enough annoyance going around, his own calm and cool demeanor slowly cracking, he didn't need to hear it from behind him either. Especially not when he knew there was a very good chance it was going to be followed by,

"It will be fun, trust me," in a high-pitched, mocking tone from right behind him.

Kendall's shoulders pinched, before slumping. He reached behind him to wipe away the line of sweat on the back of his neck, though he wasn't quite sure if it was his girlfriend's glaring at him or the unnatural heat of the fall day that was making him sweat. It very easily could've been either.

"Mate, walking through fields of corn wasn't a fun idea when you first pitched it to me," Riley continued to gripe, arms folded tightly across her chest as she followed him. "Or the second, or third. And somehow, Hockey-Head, you managed to convince me. When's the fun going to start?"

Kendall turned, walking backwards, holding his arms out to the sides so that he could flash a wide smile at her. "This isn't fun to you?" He asked. "The fresh air, the changing leaves, the hay rides." He took in a deep breath, making his chest swell. "Isn't it great?"

"Ace," she said sarcastically, twirling her finger in the air. "Bonzer even." His shoulders slumped, but he wasn't going to give up yet. He stopped walking and reached his hand out toward her. Riley took it in hers, letting out a quiet sigh when he pulled her toward him and put his arm around her shoulders. She looped her arm around his waist, looking up at him. Her eyebrows pinched together, a thought suddenly striking her. "'It reminds you of home, doesn't it?"

Kendall did his best not to let it show just how homesick he was. California was great, it being summer weather almost all the time was something he enjoyed. And something that Riley greatly enjoyed, being from Australia, summer was her favorite season. But nothing beat a Minnesota fall. As much as he loved hockey and was used to the cold, winter wasn't quite his favorite season.

Fall had everything; hiking, running, apple picking, leaf picking, football, hot-air balloon rides—Gustavo and Kelly put the kibosh on that one as soon as Kendall brought it up as a date he as planning on taking Riley on.

"If I can't trust you dogs when I'm taking you on a simple walk, how can I trust you in a hot air balloon?"

And it reminded him of everything he used to do wit his family and friends, baking pies, drinking hot apple cider on colder nights, carving pumpkins to try and scare Katie—she was never that impressed, going to haunted houses, watching scary movies and screaming so loud that his mother could hear all the way over at the diner. Making nice presents at school to surprise her with when she got home from late nights.

But, most importantly, it reminded him of when he didn't have so much pressure on him. Didn't have fans to impress, didn't have a record company breathing down his neck, didn't have to beat out album after album, didn't have a crazed lunatic making strange decisions for the direction their band was going. He just had…hockey players throwing themselves at him.

"I'm being a bit of a drag, aren't I?" She asked, voice lowering to a murmur. He could see in her eyes, the disappointment at herself for her attitude for the day. She understood how hard it was being far from home. And knew it was probably hurting more than he let on for making fun of it all.

"I didn't notice," Kendall lied, widening his eyes innocently. "Not much more than usual." He laughed when Riley punched him hard on the arm. Hard enough to feel it, but he barely moved. "Even Katie can punch harder than that."

"Katie bloody may as well be Dean Ambrose in a wig with how vicious she is," Riley shot back. She lifted her chin. "But if this means so much to you, I reckon I can be a better date, yeah?. We can pick apples, and carve pumpkins, and sit by the fire, and do all that other romantic crap."

Kendall gave a laugh, pressing a kiss to the side of her head then tipped her head up to kiss her lips. As if he didn't know she was excited at the idea of a curling up by a nice, warm fire, being able to take time out of their busy tour schedules to really spend some time together. The bright smile on her face said as much.

Suddenly, there was a loud, squealy wail that filled the air. Starting off quiet then rushing by them in the lane nearby, stalks of corn falling this way and that as they were broken. Riley lifted an eyebrow turning to her boyfriend to ask, "What's that?"

Kendall listened for a second. "Carlos," he said, matter of fact. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly. "Oh…now I remember…he hates corn mazes." Just the year before they'd scared him half to death with bloody hockey masks and darkened mazes when they went to Minnesota for the holiday season. He didn't think Carlos would take it so bad. Then again, he did order Zom-B-Gone off TV.

"Why?" Riley snarked. "Because they're not made of candy?"

Kendall laughed.

They continued walking along, making no progress. Finally, Kendall turned to Riley and said, "I hate to give up, but, I think we should ask for help."

"Or we could stay stranded," Riley offered. She gestured with her arm. "Now that Carlos has stopped screaming, I think I can enjoy the ambiance and the romance."

Kendall lifted an eyebrow. "Stay stranded?" He asked. "And do what?" A cry escaped his lips as his legs were suddenly swiped from beneath him and he fell to the ground. Grinning, Riley leaned over him. He rolled his eyes. Should've known she was going to get back at me for that crack about Katie. Instead of laughing at him, like he expected, Riley simply said, "We'll think of something," then kissed him.

[archtroop]

So for you. What other fandoms are you in? When, how and why wincest?😁😍😎

Oh my, gird your loins, this is gonna be a long confession. 

LIFE:

I little background (This is all very relevant, because it had direct affect on whatever choices I would make, stuff I might like and my own personal evolution as a human, leading me to where I am today - including my on-the-side fandom life, which are a huge part of me).

Female, only child - I was born in 1990 in Soviet Russia/Russia (it’s a murky year for definitions) in the farthest eastern piece of land on the globe that still constitutes as Asia, a place where they learn Japanese as a second language instead of English. I’m Jewish on my mother’s side, my father is not. Our small family migrated to Israel in 1996. I was enrolled in a religious school, for the first two years of my education. Religious orthodox little girls are bitches. I suffered. I was 6, and a 100% language barrier. Then I was enrolled in a state-religious school for 4 years. Made my first 2-3 friends. One of them is my forever best like-a-sister-to-me friend since then. Still, it screwed with my head just enough - having a secular background and family and religious preaching at school fucks you up real good. By this time I had an actual artificially ensued phobia of males. Boy, man, horse. If it had a dick I was opting out in the opposite direction. It was also a very violent time, hits and punches, teeth and nails. Got suspended once, this other girl in my class broke a guy’s teeth, ended in a juvenile institute for girls.  

The next 6 years (12-18 years old) I spent in a secular boarding school, which, in Israel, are inherently patriotic in nature. These years were my most definitive and had the greatest influence on my preferences. Had my real-life heterosexual-life partner thing going for me, and the plan wast to graduate and move together. Never panned out.  18-20 - served my two mandatory 2 years (as a phlebotomist, of all things). This was when I eventually snapped and began actually maturing. By that time I still had zero interest i the opposite sex (or the same sex for the matter). At 19.6 y/o met my future husband and the future father of our now 2.6 y/o girl, began my B.Arch (took me almost a decade to finish because of pregnancy and financials). As of now, I am an Architect in practice, I work in a small but a very affluent in work firm/office. Waiting for my diploma to be issued.

So, I am trilingual (Russian. Hebrew, English), married+1, architect, artist on a hiatus, I have zero fear of needles and blood, love to read, love to interpret, love to translate. I also failed the Kinsey Scale Test twice. Until very recently in my life I couldn’t pick up on sexual innuendo at all, couldn’t identify if I was hit on, too.  Today I like sex just fine, but it’s not a prime need of mine, which lead to me and my (very sexual in nature) significant other to agree on an open relationship. 100/100 would recommend. 

FANDOM:

TV was a friend. I was 7-8 y/o when Pokemon hit the little screen in Israel. For technical reasons, I couldn’t watch the first episode. So I refused to watch the next ones too, until I’ll catch the first one on the saturday reruns. This marks my first exhibit of obsessiveness towards a franchise/media.  But Pokemon was for cool kids, and for boys, so I can’t enjoy it (unfortunately this is going to be a recurring theme). I absorbed Hebrew quickly, and found myself spending time in the library. TV, library, pencils and paper were all I cared for. I was about 10 when girls at school, who had access (early 2000′) were giggling about something called Sailor Moon. But they were the very cool kids. Can’t have that at all. I read Interview With a Vampire when I was 11-12. I then flipped the book and realized there was apparently a movie, too. It will be years until I’ll have the chance to watch it. I switched from teen books to adults fantasy and horror at that time. I remembering giggling through R.L. Stein’s stuff. It was like candy to me. I would read whatever I could find. I didn’t listen to music. Music is for the cool kids, and I am not allowed. There was no music at home, too.

About that time, I found Flowers In The Attic and drank it up. The things that lurk in school libraries. I was engrossed in the darkness, the horror. The pain and angst and the, well, horror. It was beautiful. Then came Dragon Lance, and I fell for the Caramon & Raistlin story. Fantasy, dragons, and two brothers against ll odds, the warrior and the mage, who are forever bound, and when they die, they join each other in the river of souls. I loved it to bits.  I couldn’t survive through Tolkien. loved The Hobbit, but 30 pages into the third book and he was still describing a forest - so I ditched it. Harry Potter was huge to me, I drank it up. But Harry Potter was for cool kids, so I couldn’t really talk about it. And then when I was 13-14 y/o a friend introduced me to manga. It was 2003-04, the Internet was becoming  prominent feature of life. My first manga was Gravitation. Of all things. But manga and anime is for really cool girls, I can’t have that. But now I had Internet access. 

That’s when I encountered Angel Sanctuary, and Kaori Yuki’s work. Gothic Lolita, Visual Kei. I’v found my niche. No one of the cool kids had any idea about those pretty things, I could hold them and have them for myself. It became one of my greatest inspirations. I read tons of manga online, combing the web for scanlation groups. Anime, too. I became very good at finding stuff. Like, real good. I even have two Angel Sanctuary fanart pieces.

Did you notice a theme already? I haven’t until very recently.

In 2005-6 (I can’t recall for sure) Israeli AXN release a promo of Supernatural. I recognized that “very good actor whose character(s) I really liked from Dark Angel”. It as all true but also I was THAT aloof about physical human beauty  and attraction. But I was interrupted watching the Pilot and begrudgingly decided to follow upon it on a saturday rerun, Guess what, I got interrupted again. And it was ON, TV be damned. I hit the Google, and piracy was it. I watched Supernatural with reverence. It was entirely MINE. I opened an account on  fan-wikia Supernatural site, which I lost and forgot about that was my first ever fandom-related interaction. By that time I also had a DeviantART page, which I kinda left as a storage unit as life took its course.  Basically, in August 2020 I will hit 30, which would mean Supernatural officially was by my side half of my life. 

I had no idea what shipping was, though. Until Teen Wolf, funny enough.  Teen Wolf was my first ship experience. I didn’t read fanfic until then. Sterek somehow managed to pull me in that world. It’s that palpable on screen. So I joined tumblr. It took me time to get accustomed to all this, because even fandom is for cool kids but OH I AM ANONYMOUS.

And I gradually became more aware. Of pretty much everything. With Supernatural keeping me alive through my degree studies, prompting my sexuality to emerge (it is still a fucked up sexuality. But it’s a start.). Worked through issues with Supernatural on my back-burner all the time. 

Then Supernatural hit 10 seasons. And I had to celebrate, and it was my first and only (so far) Supernatural fanart. I began reading fanfic. But so much of it wasn’t what I was looking for. So after some contemplation, I decided to try and write my own (EasyRush). And that was it for me, I essentially drowned in it, the wincest. Now that is had a name. As of today, it has become this thing that I can dig into to find me some solace after a hard day. 

I can’t even say that there was a specific scene. Or a why. It’s just IS. Like the John-finds-out fics: A gradual dawning realization. Looking back, it’s all the elements of whatever I consumed merged and acted out by very talented and compelling actors. 

It has the setting of Flowers In The Attic, the mythology of Angel Sanctuary and the charm of Dragon Lance, turned up to eleven. It’s Gothic Urban Fantasy, gritty and beautiful (I miss classic Supernatural aesthetic BADLY) and is a survivor.

On retrospect I begin to pinpoint moments that have subconsciously lead me to it. There was never any other option.

Wincest is never for the cool kids. It’s for people like me.

P.S.: I think there might be a part two. I need to go. This was a great walk down memory lane, it’s not even half of it.

[caledfwlchthat]

Characters:  John Egbert, Dave Strider, Karkat Vantas Ships:  John/Dave/Karkat, John/Dave, Dave/Karkat, John/Karkat Other Tags:  Post-Retcon Meteor, Dream Bubbles, Internalized Homophobia, Internalized Xenophobia, Closets, Coming Out, Flushed Romance | Matesprits, Caliginous Romance | Kismesis, Ashen Romance | Auspistice, Pale Romance | Moirallegiance, Troll/Human Sloppy Makeouts, Polyamory Negotiations, Pillow & Blanket Forts, Fat Vriska Jokes, Unreliable Narrator, References to Depression Rating:  Not Rated

Hi followers, now that Polyswap reveals are out (a few days ago now), I can fess up to writing this 20 kw JohnDaveKat thing about making out in literal supply closets, that I wrote for @cassandraooc (check out her art and AO3, she’s tops!).  Shout-out also to @katreal-fic for her help as a sounding board and general pompoms while I was writing this.

R^4 fans:  this was my May/June, I have not forgotten you!  But if you like all the dream bubble romance and the awkward poly negotiations Rose and Kanaya have been having about Dave, you might give this one a look too.

Process discussion (as best as I can recall it) under the cut, as with other swap assignments I’ve done, for anyone who’s interested in the (long, spoilery) story of what the hell I was thinking exactly when I wrote this thing.

So my giftee’s prompts were -- by her own admission -- written in a bit of a sleep-deprived haze (I had to laugh as I read them, haven’t we all been there at some point, I know I lost some sleep over mine).  We were each required to provide between three and six prompts for polyships (3-6 characters each) that we wanted to see depicted in gift fic or art.  Cassandra’s OT3 was JohnDaveKat, which sported a string of elaborate sub-prompts (“medievalstuck!”, “soulmates!”, “haunted house!”, etc.) -- along with an invite to not use any of those and just write whatever I felt like.  Other prompts for Dave/Sollux/Karkat, Jane/Callie/Roxy, and Rose/Kanaya/Jade were basically completely open-ended.

I’m trying to remember exactly how I seized upon the idea I ended up executing.  Although some of my other works feature polyships, such as Kankatrezi (The Cafe Mocha Caper) and Daverosemary (foreshadowed in R^4), the process of how they got together is important for me in ways that I don’t care about as much for canon ships.  I felt some resistance to just picking one of the ships and starting to write it as if it was already established.  Also, people who know my writing know that I like to stick close to in-game or post-game AUs, or at least the broader Homestuck setting, rather than non-game AUs or other settings that remove the characters from the context that made them who we recognize them to be.  So I was going to need some runway and a satisfying premise to run along it with.  But by golly, if Cassandra wanted JohnDaveKat, she was gonna get JohnDaveKat.

The JohnDaveKat prompt I personally found most hilarious and awesome was

John gets turned into a Trickster, and finds Karkat and Dave. In the ensuing candy fueled mess, a lot of pent up emotions and secret crushes get revealed, including Dave realizing and admitting that John was probably his first crush on another boy though he was in denial at the time, and Karkat admitting that his own pitch crush for John never went away. (For his part, John finds out that he might, in fact, be a bit of a homosexual.)

Another JohnDaveKat prompt that turned out to figure in heavily later with the work I ended up producing was

John decides to surprise Dave and Karkat with a visit, only to find them already *quite* busy. Before he can think of what to do or do enough thinking at all to leave, he gets caught, and Dave notices evidence of interest, knows Karkat's still got some pitch feelings, and has some of his own, suggests maybe John stay a bit and they talk over some things and maybe do other stuff later too.

Going with Earth C could also bring the Epilogues material into play, and I briefly toyed with an Epilogues-related scenario that could score multiple polyships at once, before remembering that the Epilogues are hugely polarizing and maybe I want to be double sure about my giftee before giving them such a gift in a fan swap.  A combination of Tumblr-stalking, re-reading the prompts and discreet inquiries showed that my idea wasn’t going to work, largely because Ultimate Dirk is a legendary piece of shit and his presence over against End-Of-Act-7 Dirk would cause real friction with Cassandra’s requests -- which leaned fluffy and offered bonus points for “DirkJake” and “Dirk and Dave being good bros who love each other”.  Maybe I could have just done something similar in a separate Earth C AU without a lot of the Epilogues baggage, but by that point the specific discarded spin on the idea had so thoroughly colonized my brain that I just had to ease the whole thing carefully onto the shelf.  I’d still be keen to write that other fic sometime.  Just not for this particular fill.

So, I took a break for a few days before revisiting the prompt and asking what else I could do.  When I think of John, Dave, and Karkat together, my mind goes immediately back to the “EVERYBODY STFU, I HATE YOU BOTH ETC” memo, in which Karkat tries to dissuade Dave and John from encouraging Terezi’s and Vriska’s flirtations, respectively.  This convo is burned into my head because I’ve VA’ed it -- I draw a lot of inspiration for character dialogue from the time I’ve spent doing goofy voiceovers for them.  And there is a lot of grist for the mill here:  Karkat alluding to his pitch crush on John, Dave making fun of Karkat for being gay (while not realizing or admitting how he might be projecting), John being totally clueless about whether he’s attracted to Vriska.  All of these are compatible with the “pent-up emotions and secret crushes” Cassandra asked for, and favors Dave <3 Karkat <3< John as a baseline.

Now, one of the reasons I love writing dream bubble fic is because I am fundamentally lazy.  I can basically use any canon Homestuck pesterlog as a prompt and run with it.  So that’s what I did here.  In the moment that they realize that it’s a dream, the participants are forced to reckon with the way dream bubbles respond to their innermost thoughts.  Deep desires manifest in weird ways; emotional distances contract, go non-Euclidean.  Despite this, the association with dreams simultaneously offer a layer of abstraction or remove to Dave and Karkat -- allowing them to access and slake those deep desires without having to take responsibility for it, either with themselves or each other, during waking hours.  In that sense, John opening the closet is like walking in on them a second time -- the dream bubble itself is their main outer closet, and they already know the jig is up when John diverts the pesterlog down Memory Lane.  This then raises the question of whether they might have wanted John to discover them, deep down?  Perhaps John’s convenient remembering is a sort of wish-fulfillment dream summoning.

From there I already sort of had the fic’s contours and decided it would be best written from John’s POV.  The other nice thing about the dream bubble setting was that it let John participate even during the meteor journey, when Dave and Karkat must have been messing around trying to reverse-engineer their own sexual preferences.  How gay is Dave, and how troubled is he about it at this point in his history?  How does he feel about John finding out?  Does Karkat somehow have some symmetrical hangups that leave him struggling as much as Dave, or is he just a giant crab?  (The literal vs metaphorical closet thing was accidental at first, but once I discovered that I ran hard with it.)

There were still some problems I struggled with, such as how to get John to fall for Karkat pitch-ways when he’s said in canon that he isn’t gay, and when Karkat has said in canon that he’s not pitch for John anymore.  The second problem is easily dispatched by pointing out that Karkat isn’t a reliable narrator of his own preferences, by construction.  As for the first -- John might be no Casanova, but he loves his friends and is fiercely loyal to them, and he also saves his anger for either really important moments (like his GAME OVER fight with Caliborn) or utterly trivial moments (like Con Air not being as good as he thought).  This seemed like a good place for the former.  Once that was laid out, the trio coalesced nicely -- Dave and Karkat need John to keep them honest, and John needs Dave and Karkat to keep him anchored.  John <> Dave and Dave c3< (John <3< Karkat) were dynamics that just showed up on their own.

The interpretation of the ending is left open, but the other difficulty I left unresolved is the timeline mismatch between pre-retcon and post-retcon, and the question of which John it was exactly that showed up in Dave and Karkat’s shared dream.  Pre-retcon Davekat didn’t happen because Dave and Karkat were fighting over Terezi, but post-retcon John died in the explosion of LOWAS and couldn’t live happily ever after having so gloriously enabled post-retcon Davekat.  And I wanted them to live happily ever after.  The two most obvious interpretations I could think of were (a) the three are all on Earth C and dreaming together of each other -- or, more poignantly, (b) pre-retcon John is starting to integrate some of post-retcon dead!John’s memories.  The second possibility leads in the direction of Ultimate John (what would that even be?) so I made sure to place the ending in a time frame that gives the Epilogues a miss -- although the background DirkJake also signals that this is probably an AU that diverges after the ACT 7 victory.

All in all this was really fun to write!  There were lots of other great prompts in the collection, but the ones that grabbed me looked like they would spawn more 20-30 kw novellas and I need to get back to my poor neglected serial!  I’m looking forward to making my way through the treats that others posted, eventually adding some of my own, and of course going through Cassandra’s other stuff.  (Maybe that awesome fantroll Friendsim project will be the next thing to eat my life after this.)