#HI HIIIII HIIII GLAD YOU ENJOYED.

[intheshadowsbehindyou]

Hiiii :3 I already love your writing and characterization so much, its mwah, chefs kiss.

I was wondering if you'd be okay with either a scenario or head canons where Spy and reader are having a contest in which whoever touches the other first loses. Lots of teasing ensues. No pressure! Again, love ur writing! <3

hiiiii <3 Thank you. I try my best to go for a more canon approach when writing the TF2 characters. Glad to see another certified Spy lover in here.

Spy teases Y/N and purposes an offer to them (Mild NSFW)

Warning: uhhhh wholesome cuddles?!?? no way

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- Spy is fully aware that you’re incredibly touch starved. Being an older and experienced gentlemen in life and romance, he can’t say the same for himself. He has a long streak of fucking around. This guy is a manwhore. You’re most likely a more younger adult than him. Your relationship is akin to a lion and his ruthless little cub. Sigmund freud is rolling in his grave right now.

- Your undying lust for his touch is quickly noticed by him. It take it upon himself to fiddle around with this knowledge. You hug his arm while he’s standing on the roof of the base smoking. He gently slips his arm away from your tight grasp and runs his fingers through your hair. “I see you are obnoxiously fawning over my presence as always, favori.”

- He cant lie, he kind of enjoys the fact you’re so clingy with him. His pride gets in the way of properly expressing this. He gives you a devilish looking side smile. “I will offer you a proposition. If you can resist my ravishing presence for at least two days, I’ll give you something nice and good.”

- You have no idea what he means by that, but nonetheless a challenge is a challenge and you are quite curious yourself. It’s fine for the first few hours but stress entices you to his warm body again. You oh-so-desperately want to run your fingers across his suit and explore his chest. You frown and watch him carry on his duties from afar.

- During a set-up you approach him while he’s preoccupied with his disguise kit and try and strike up small talk. You need to be around him. Shit’s way too much right now. He eyes you suspiciously as you unconsciously inch closer. “Now, now. Any closer and you might not get your little treat, mon amour.”

- Makes fun of you for being so touch starved on a regular basis. Teases you by decloaking behind you and whispering a series of rather sickly sweet french in your ear whilst nobody’s present. You can feel his calm breath on your neck and said ear. His sleepy demeanor despite the blood and chaos around him oddly helps you relax.

- DAMMIT. you want to hug this guy so bad. You pout at him as you all head back to your quarters for the night and he smiles and taps two fingers on his invis watch. Reminding you that’s it’s only two days. Consider this mercy.

- You come to him after two days. Immediately flopping your entire weight on his body while he reads in his quarters. You knew the desired time was up and you were already burnt out. “Mm. Yes, you’re worse than I thought.” He thoughtfully tells you. Putting his book down on your body and inhaling smoke from his cigar. “Very well, you’ve earned this.”

- To release you from this terrible hell, he plants a kiss on your forehead and brings you up to his chest. Cradling you in his arms easily. He lets loose on you; kissing you and exploring your mouth with his tongue. Petting your head and rubbing you. You’re locked in a fetal position in the man’s big arms so you can’t really do much. Now you know what a chihuahua feels like when its forcibly kissed by its overbearing owner.

- He’s kind of violent by the way. Expect a lot of bites leaving bruises down your neck and blood drawn. He wastes no time manhandling you. Refusing the latter. There’s no way in fucking Mary mother of god’s name he’ll be anything other than in control. He needs to feel in control of this. He respects your boundaries and wishes politely though. Not a bitey person? That’s fine. He’ll be grumpy about it but comply nonetheless with a slightly less harmful kind of torture.

[septemberrie]

Hiiii, first of all THANK YOU (yes in capital letters) for writing Battle Lines. I've been reading Silrah fics since last year (many wonderful) but BL has become my favorite. While I wait for a new chapter I like to reread those already published and I am surprised because I find different nuances and details each time. Wow, you really are an admirable writer and have me completely obsessed with your writing!!

On the other hand, it makes me sad to think that this is 9/11 bc I really want more of this story 🥺

PD. Please tell me you'll update soon, I can't stop reloading the page waiting for a new chapter. 🙏

Hiiiii, first of all, thank YOU for this lovely message!! (Lol see what I did there) 🥰🥰 It means so much that you not only gave it a shot but are rereading it, too! I confess I did enjoy planting a couple details and easter eggs and I’m so glad you picked up on them, maybe when the fic is over I’ll make a post calling them out bc I’m quite proud of them 😅

Yes I can’t believe I’m getting to the end!! But don’t worry, the last two chapters are going to be very drama-packed and action-packed so rest assured there is a lot more to come for these two and I can’t wait for you to read. My writing has slowed down a bit because I have some personal busyness going on and I’m also trying to write some S2 missing scenes/fix its, but you did inspire me to write a bit more of the next chapter of this last night! 

Since I can’t give a good timeline of when it’s coming here’s a spoiler-ish snippet of the next chapter if you want to read (fair warning, it’s a draft and may change!):

“Right. You can feel, you’re just not allowed to discuss, address, or otherwise engage with it.”

She wasn’t going to let it go. Their argument from the morning was still unfinished, much as Saul wanted to move on because he knew she’d never step down from what she thought was expected of her as queen. Even in a time of war, even when she risked her life. He was a fool for thinking he had any sway to convince her. He was a fool for thinking that his recent confession meant he had any sway over her at all.

He tore his gaze away from her to examine the hotel room’s door lock again, finding it easier to speak the truth to the vacant wood than to the queen. “I’m not angry with you, I’m angry with myself.”

But when he turned back around it wasn’t to a softened queen but to one whose eyes flashed in not just irritation, but hurt.

“You do understand why that’s insulting to me, right? That falling in love with me is so repellent that you quit your job to escape me?”

She always knew just what to say to rip aside his carefully constructed posture and flay into the man underneath. “That’s not fair and you know it. I was hired for a job, to make you safe, and I cannot do that if I’m…” He stuttered “I’m—”

“Compromised,” she filled in, her lips a thin line. “You already said that.”

He swallowed. “It doesn’t make it any less true.”

“Do you always flee when it gets complicated? You left Sky, too.”

[sxnnimoon]

Strictly Friends: 1 (text below)

Arriving at the boy's place, the party was already in full swing. Bodies grinding left and right. The music was loud and everyone was drunk or high off their ass.

“Y/N!!” Jimin yells as you walk towards the drinks.

“Omg my baby hiiii !!” You hug him. “How’s my favorite gay?”

“Amazing, but you my Queen need to catch up!” He handed you a cup.

You look at it.

“It’s your favorite.” He smiled.

You down it in one go.

“There’s my girl.” He said. “The usual Yoongi?”

He nods.

Jimin hands him a beer.

“Alright, you owe me a dance, let's go.” Jimin says pulling you away. “The boys are all out back Yoongs.”

You look at him with an apologetic look.

He just smiles and walks to the others.

“Yoongi.” Joon smiled, going to shake his hand.

“Finally y’all show up.” Kook says.

“Jimin steal her away?” Tae asked, sipping his drink.

“When doesn’t he.” Jin said.

“Isn’t that yeonjun?” Tae asked.

“Yeah. Y/nie asked if he could come. Dudes cool asf.” Joon smiled.

“Are we just going to ignore the fact that we’ve all fucked y/n and seeing her over there isn’t driving us crazy?” Hobi asked.

“You think she’s fucking him?” Guk asked.

“That’s her business.” Tae said.

“And not all of us have fucked her. Jimin hasn’t. He’s gay.” Hobi said.

“You’d be surprised.” Tae smirked.

“WHAT?!” He said shocked.

“Why do you think they are so close?” Tae said.

Hobi stood there dumbfounded.

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1: kinks?

Hiiiii I hope you all enjoyed!!! I’m still figuring things out but I do hope you all like it!! I honestly love these and am glad I can do them myself! Let me know if you guys have any suggestions!!😌

[gerrydelano]

ohhhhhhh my goddd ok hiiii!!! very good chapter ! enjoyed the leo content as usual i think it’s awesome that he is now vaguely involved w ghosthuntuk !!! i feel so bad for gerry having to deal w raphael bothering him so much.. jon + georgie!!!! they are best friends.. POTS JON POTS JON!!! “little sad boys” pleeeease ! ok it’s tentatively danny ok!! hmmmmm hill house nursing home….. is that in any way related to the haunting of hill house by shirley jackson….. lmaoo danny caught on to that really fast! ohhh danny can see gerry’s alters? that’s interesting… juice box HIIIII MIKE!!!!!!! “I have everything I was missing. Stability, privacy, freedom. At this point, I desire nothing but to stay exactly as I am.” huhhhhh. tim what’s going on!!! for a hot mini i forgot he was end aligned lmao. oops.. mike you bastard what the hell is wrong with you !!? anyways i love the chapter i’m very invested in this

hey hi! thank you, i'm glad you had fun!

danny my best friend danny :-) yeah, him working with melanie on her new channel is a fun concept i think! CryptoCartography is gonna be uhhh. Well. you'll see haha 😄

gerry vc oh reinforcement that this was my fault? all my fault? yeah sounds about right. go ahead and haunt me. except ffuck,,n

jon trusting georgie not to swing him into another street lamp as they travel tipsily down the street: growth.gif

he definitely has markers of that even in canon, but i still keep writing his a little less intense than gerry’s! But It Is There. probably developed after his knee surgery cuz the stress of that would have altered his whole everything, g-d.

delevan was such a nice boy he doesn’t deserve this slander... tho she might be onto something

exposure therapy with tim was slow to start but they’re doin it!

okay the thing about Hill House Nursing Home. is that it’s a real place that exists. i was doing some research to find affordable ones in the devon area and that literally was the one that made the most sense in terms of location, cost, what her needs are, and for a GREAT joke. because the friday the 13th thing was ALSO incidental and hilarious. fated to flirt morbidly!

a very weird quirk of the stranger, yep! that was why he looked at reva so fast when they switched in at the safehouse that first night. surprise!

juicie :-) ducky ily

hi mike (derogatory)

yeah it’s so funny how he doesn’t even remotely think about the parents he super killed or anythi

well, now you remember! his deal is a little skewed from the witness concept that ren lead the charge with, but he’s still very much end (with a few extra touches of things that his closest people have uh. marked him with right back.)

"what the hell is wrong with you" is exactly what tim is asking and mike is like "you literally came here because you know exactly what’s wrong with me and you’re hoping to feel better about yourself” and tim was like “so true”

thank you again!!!! excited for the next one 😈

[avatraang]

Summary: “But the true secret, is in the gooey center!” -Monk Gyatso.

Izumi shrugs. “I wanted more information, and what better way to learn than from a living relic?” Bumi lets out a booming laugh. Suyin copies him, doubling over in a fit of giggles.

“She called you old!” He wipes a tear away from his eye.

“You called me old!” Aang feigns feelings of insult, throwing a hand over his heart.

“You are pretty old.” Tenzin reasons, much to the surprise of everyone. Lin lets out a low whistle. Upon seeing the incredulous stares, he backpedals. “What? I’m just saying, Dad is technically one hundred and forty. That’s pretty old!” Kya raises an unimpressed brow at her brother.

[For his birthday, Aang teaches his younger family members the most important of Air Nomad traditions: the Art of Ancient Cake Baking, as taught to him by Monk Gyatso. None of the kids know what to expect. Gaang + kids fic. Oneshot. Mostly LOK compliant.]

Notes: HOOO BOY, I had fun with this one!!! It's been a minute since I wrote something for ATLA that wasn't Tokka focused, haha. This was a fun little project! I do love doting on my boi Aang.

So I wrote this prompt down years ago and never got around to it, but recently I really wanted to give Aang the positive attention he deserves, and this was the result. This is completely written for fun; there’s no real plot other than me wanting the best for Aang, lmao. For reference, here’s the scene I’m referring to when I say Gyatso taught Aang how to bake: Gyatso Teaches Aang. Also, I heavily reference this blog post when I comment on how the cakes are made: Air Nomad Cake Recipe. Thanks to whoever put in the time to figure out how the Air Nomads baked!

In this fic, Suyin is barely six. Lin and Tenzin are twelve, Kya’s fifteen, Izumi’s just turned nineteen, and Bumi is twenty. Aang is turning forty. The only ship that I make clear are together, is Katara and Aang. Everything else is purposely left up to your imagination; I want the focus to be on Aang, and for everyone to be able to read this without worrying about their ship. Kataang is only implicitly stated because it kinda has to be canon for Kya, Bumi, and Tenzin to exist, lmao. But even then, I tried hard for that not to be the spotlight; Aang is my main focus in this fic, and I hope you will enjoy him as such!

I hope you all have as much fun reading this as I did writing it; my boi Aang deserves all the good things! Let me know your thoughts :)

Preview:

Toph is sitting opposite of Aang, silent as stone. She’s inspecting him; Aang can tell by the way her feet shift almost imperceptibly, scanning his body. Finally, Toph breaks the silence. “When do you think they’ll be done?” She nods towards the kitchens.

Aang shrugs. “I don’t know. A couple more minutes, maybe?” His knee is shaking, but Aang can’t bring himself to stop it. He’s always been jittery; that’s just his nature. “The kids are probably driving everyone else insane by now.” He wipes his brow, sweaty from the steam of the galley.

Toph snorts. “You know it. I apologize in advance for Su most likely wrecking your beloved Air Temple statues.” One of the cooks steps out of the kitchen, followed by three waiters. They’re carrying ridiculously enormous bags, one in each individuals’ hand.

“It’s alright,” Aang grins, “I’m friends with the best earthbender in the world. I’m sure she can fix it.” He graciously accepts four bags, surprised by the sheer weight of the food. Bowing in thanks, he watches Toph take the other four bags. Then, they head out into the busy street.

“Oh yeah?” Toph continues their earlier flow of conversation. “You’ll have to introduce me sometime. They sound awesome.” A cart flies down the road, almost trampling them. “Hey!” Toph calls, aggravated. “Watch where the fuck you’re going!” She jostles the food.

Aang presses his lips into a thin line. “Maybe they had a good reason for the crazy driving?” He attempts to keep a hopeful tone. As they crest a hill, Air Temple Island comes into view.

“No, Aang.” Toph scolds. “Sometimes people just suck.” She rolls her eyes.

He grimaces. Aang can see Appa, curled up by the ferries, some children cautiously peering his way. Walking a little faster, Aang bends the air to give them a boost; under his feet, he can feel Toph giving them a hand, too. The earth moves as if it has a mind of its own, guiding them along at quick speed.

Upon reaching Appa, the children notice them and back away from the flying bison, eyes wide. Toph bends herself up to Appa’s saddle; Aang does the same, and hands her his bags of food. Once settled at the reigns, Aang lowers the hood he’d been wearing, and gives Appa a hug. He watches the children’s eyes go wide. One of them calls out, joyful. “Hiiiii, Avatar Aang!”

Aang’s smile comes easy. “Hiiii!” He calls back. Then, he shakes Appa’s reigns. “Yip, yip!”

The bison takes off, flying into the sky. Over Aang’s shoulder, he calls out to the children. “Byeeee!” He can’t help it; Aang laughs. The looks on their little faces are priceless.

Toph snorts. Shouting over the wind, she says, “So dramatic, Twinkletoes!” He turns to find her own hood has fallen off her head.

“You’re one to talk!” Aang claps back. But his reply must be lost to the air currents, because Toph just closes her eyes, relaxing into the saddle.

The food is delicious. Aang is glad that he convinced Katara into ordering takeout instead of working herself into exhaustion. The adults sit, wine in hand, discussing life and all its trivialities. Kya stirs her wine in its glass (Aang and Katara had granted her special permission), looking at it with distaste. Aang holds back a smile at his daughter. He supposes perhaps it wasn’t as sweet as she was expecting.

“Happy birthday, Aang!” Sokka cries, holding his glass up high. Everyone matches it, holding their cups up in cheers. “You’re still just as ridiculous as when Katara and I found you in that iceberg. You’re just..” Sokka makes a face. “... Taller.” With accompanying cries of hear, hear! everyone takes a sip of their wine (or, for Lin, Tenzin, and Su, their juice), laughter ringing through the room.

Indeed, forty is a sweet year for Aang. It’s his twenty-first wedding anniversary, and what’s more, all his family have come to celebrate with him. What could be better?

As conversation fills the atmosphere, Aang scans the room. Tenzin and Lin seem to be involved in an intense battle over who can eat the most food (idly, Aang wonders if they’d let him join them). Mai and Sokka are discussing something very intently, but Sokka’s still shoveling food in his mouth like there’s no tomorrow. Izumi is entertaining Suyin, who’s attempting to build… something, from her uneaten meal. Bumi (Bumi! Aang takes a hearty sip of his wine at the thought that his son managed to acquire enough leave to make it for the occasion) is caught in conversation with Zuko and Toph. Katara and Ty Lee are helping Kya with her wine tasting ventures. Aang is about to go join Lin and Tenzin, when someone pokes his side.

“Hey, All Powerful Avatar,” Suki’s voice greets him. Aang turns towards her, sitting back down. “Your actual birthday is, like, two days from now, right?” Suki takes a healthy bite of her food. Aang copies her.

“Yep.” They’d celebrated today, because it was the only day that Katara could say, with certainty, she’d have off from her clinic. He swirls around what’s left of his wine, before downing it in one uncivilized gulp.

“What are you gonna do?” Suki swings her braided hair over her shoulder.

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