#I'm gonna make another one of these for them with another ficlet

[emeraldserenade]

Right, Wrong Number ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: just a few numbers off and suddenly you have a new crush

tw: fem!reader, idiots to lovers, creepy men at gas stations, cursing, barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

Have this while I keep going to reach my goal of 34 pages. This has just been rotting in my drafts because I didn't know how to end it.

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You were home alone when your phone went off, a simple Hey, it's me from the bar. You were tempted to leave it alone, you didn't know the number anyway. You're curiosity and boredom got the better of you.

you: Hi? You might have the wrong number unknown: Shit, I do Sorry you: Wait, no. I'm bored, come back

You sat staring at the screen for a few minutes, you watched the text bubbles pop up before disappearing for a few moments. After a while you gave up and looked back at the tv, you just ruined your chance of entertainment.

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Joaquín looked over the number on his phone, pulling his laptop out he looked up the number. By the time he realized there wasn't a threat, he was called into a mission.

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It's been days, you were with friends when the unknown number texted you again. You excused yourself to the restroom to answer it, not really caring for the conversation of babies they were having.

unknown: Sorry for just disappearing, I had something come up you: Oh, it's fine Everything ok? unknown: Yeah, just work you: Can I ask who you were trying to text the first time? unknown: A girl I met at a bar you: Well, her loss my gain

You looked away from your phone as the door of the bathroom opened. You relaxed when you realized it wasn't one of your friends.

unknown: Yeah, I guess so You still there? you: Yeah, sorry. I'm hiding in the bathroom from my friends and thought that one of them had just walked in. unknown: Why are you hiding from them? you: They're talking about babies and I'm the only one still single so it's not so fun for me. Oh, shit, I gotta go. Bye unknown: Bye

You rushed out of the bathroom as your friends texted you that they were leaving.

"What took you so long?" One of your friends, Clare, questioned you.

"I think I had something that doesn't agree with me," you lied, grabbing your things from another one of them, Kelly.

"Well, I'll see y'all later, you ready y/n?" Kelly addressed the group and then you. You nodded and started walking down the street with her, your arms looped together. "Do you remember my friend from Delacroix? Sarah?""

"Yeah, the one with the kids?" You meant it genuinely but cringed when you heard the implication. "I didn't mean it like that?"

"No, I understood what you meant. And yeah, her. She's having this get together in a few weeks and I registered a plus one but since Walter is staying with the kids, I need one." She trailed off and you smiled, knowing the implications.

"Who are you thinking about bringing?" You asked, trying to make a joke.

"I was thinking about this girl, we've been friends since high school, she's got this amazing hair, oh and she always smells nice," Kelly looked over at you and you laughed.

"She sounds amazing, you should let me meet her. But in all seriousness, I'd love to go," you told her as you rounded the corner of the street your apartment was on.

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You were fresh out of the shower when your phone rang, you didn't even look at it before answering it. You assumed it was Kelly calling you with the information about the get together thing, it had been a few days after all.

"Hello?" You questioned.

"Oh, hi. I didn't think you would answer," a man's voice startled you and you looked at your phone. The contact said Unknown Bestie ❤️ and you smiled into your phone.

"I'm going to be honest, I didn't even look at my phone before I answered," you shuffled around as you got ready for bed.

"Well, I was going to ask if you had anything going on 2 weeks from now," he asked and you remembered Kelly's thing.

"I do, actually, why?"

"I was gonna ask something but never mind," he laughed and you laughed with him, god did he sound hot.

"Do I get to know your name or am I supposed to call you Unknown?"

"Quin," he told you after a moment's hesitation.

"Y/n," you offered your name as you got into bed, pulling your phone away from your ear ling enough to change it to speaker.

"Y/n," you liked the way your name rolled off his tongue. "You've got a nice name," he told you.

"So do you," you mumbled, stifling a yawn.

"Are you tired, Angel?" Quin asked you and blushed gently.

"A little, had a long day," you told him.

"Then good night, y/n," he told you.

"Good night, Quin," you said as you hung up. You got comfy before going to sleep, the exhaustion from the day finally surrounding you.

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You stood awkwardly on the street, Kelly would be picking you up soon. You were driving down to Delacroix since Kelly had troubles with flying. Kelly pulled up in a car, you knew you were going to be driving with two other people. You just didn't know those two people would be Sam Wilson and Joaquín Torres.

"Hi, sorry for being late," Kelly jumped out the running car and took the bag from your hand before shoving it in the trunk.

"It's ok, it's a nice day," you told her, taking the empty front seat. You turned around and held out your hand as best as you could. "Y/n, nice to meet you," you shook both of their hands. You saw something flash across Joaquín's face but thought nothing of it. Your turned back around as Kelly pulled away from the curb, you watched as Kelly changed the music.

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It was later in the ride when your phone buzzed in your pocket, you pulled it out and saw it was Quin.

Quin❤️: Hey, just wanted to let you know that I'm headed out of town. We probably won't be able to talk until I'm back you: Oh, no, that's ok I'm headed out of town too Quin❤️: Nice, I'll talk to you later? you: Yeah, bye! Quin❤️: Bye

You shoved your phone back into your pocket and hummed along with the music.

"Who were you texting?" Kelly glanced at you and you looked at her with narrowed eyes.

"Why do you wanna know?" You questioned, knowing you only said that when you were texting one of your family members.

"Why are you being so secretive?" She took the bait hook, line, and sinker. "So which family member?"

"Antonio," you lied, her face lit up at your words.

"Was he-" you cut her off with a laugh.

"No, he was not asking about you," you laughed, watching her deflate a little. "You've got to get over your crush on my brother, god. He's older than you," you leveled her with a look, daring her to say it.

"Older men are-"

"Kelly!" You cut her off again, laughing even harder. You could hear the boys in the back chuckling.

Joaquín smiled extra wide, now he knows that you and the y/n he had been talking to are in fact the same person.

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The rest of the ride until you hit midway went smoothly. Everyone had driven at this point, you were now in the back with Joaquín. Sam was driving and Kelly had fallen asleep, you were holding on by a thread. You were mindlessly scrolling on TikTok, occasionally silently laughing and fighting the urge to nudge Joaquín and show him. You two had been showing each other funny and interesting TikToks until he had fallen asleep. You shoved your phone on a charger and passed Sam the last can of soda before curling up and going to sleep.

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"Y/n, babes, get up," Kelly's voice broke you from your sleep.

"Huh?" You pulled your headphones out and sat up fully.

"We stopped for gas but it's been hours, bathroom time," Kelly told you and you nodded at her. You unbuckled and followed her inside, you waved at Sam who was filling up the tank.

You walked out of the bathroom and wandered the store for a moment, trying to see if there was a snack you wanted.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing all alone?" A random man tried to press himself to you but was stopped by an arm. Joaquín put himself between you and the guy and you relaxed. "Shit, sorry man, didn't realize she was taken," the guy scurried away and you shook your head.

"Thanks," you mumbled, you took a look down at his hands and lit up. "They have the purple Doritos?"

"Yeah, here, I'll take you to them," Joaquín took your hand gently and you smiled, letting him lead you to the Doritos. You grabbed 2 bags and bounded to the check out to wait in line. Joaquín was right behind you and when it was your turn, he placed his things down and paid.

"You didn't have to pay for mine," you murmured.

"I wanted to," Joaquín told you and your face warmed.

"Joaquín, man, would you drive?" Sam questioned and Joaquín nodded.

"Babes, will you let me sleep in the back?" Kelly asked.

"Yeah, just hand me my shit when we get inside," you told her and opened the passenger door.

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You finally made it to Delacroix late the next day, you, and everyone else, stretched as you got out. The three of you were staying in a hotel, Sam decided since there wasn't enough space for all of you he would stay in the hotel too.

Kelly was checking you two in, since you were sharing a room, as you looked around the space. It was a smaller hotel and you could see the inside pool, you were already thinking about how nice it would feel to float in it. Your eyes moved to Joaquín as he wandered around a little, you hadn't had time to notice how attractive he actually is. His cut off sleeve tank top made your brain fuzzy and the way his singular curl feel made you want to go feral.

"Why does Kelly call you babes?" Joaquín asked as he walked with you, both of you slightly behind Sam and Kelly.

"In high school we were in this play together, we played lovers and her character always called mine babes. It just kinda stuck and now it's almost like an inside joke," you explained as you watched as Kelly and Sam went to the stairs. "Uh, why are we taking the stairs?"

"Because exercise is good for you," Kelly told you.

"What floor?" You asked.

"4th," she told you, and you sighed.

"I'm taking the elevator," you spun and went to the elevator.

"Room 412!" She called after you and you gave her a thumbs up.

"Hold on, I'm coming with you!" Joaquín called after you and you paused for him to catch up.

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You made it into bed after your shower when Quin texted you again.

Quin❤️: Just wanted to check on you you: I just got to my hotel room, had fun in the car Quin❤️: Yeah? Wanna tell me about it? you: My friends and I drove down and when my best friend was driving we would sing along to her music. Oh and my newer friend bought me my favorite doritos! Quin❤️: Sounds like you had a lot of fun you: I really did Quin❤️: I gotta go, I'll talk to you when I can you: Bye, Quin! Quin❤️: Bye, y/n

You watched the conjoined doors crack open from your spot on your bed. Both Joaquín and Sam walked through when they saw you and Kelly in your beds.

"Can we join y'all? Our TV isn't turning on," Sam questioned and you shrugged while Kelly nodded. You and Kelly didn't move from your beds but Sam and Joaquín both ended up in your bed with you. You didn't mind, your bed was the closest and Kelly looked half asleep.

The TV droned on in the back as you mindlessly scrolled on TikTok again, the sheer amount of edits of the two men next to you made you swipe faster than was normal. You still took the time to like them so you can watch them later, you looked up to the TV when you heard a blast. You noticed it was 911 Lone Star, you smiled watching the TV.

"I love this show," you told them. "Mateo is my favorite," you told them before looking back down at your phone.

"Mateo? The nerd?" Sam questioned and you looked over at him.

"Yes, Mateo. Fuck off," you told him as you noticed him laughing.

"Really Mateo?"

"Need I remind you who's bed you're currently lounging in?" You raised your eyebrow at him and laughed along with Joaquín.

"Ok, ok," Sam relented and you three relaxed back into the silence. You shut off your phone to watch the rest of the episode with them, Joaquín plugging it in for you.

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You woke up the next morning alone, which was jarring considering you had fallen asleep during a movie between Sam and Joaquín. You shook off the weird feeling you had and made your way to the bathroom, you all had shown up a few days before. You had plans of doing nothing for the time being except float in the pool and go shopping. You brushed your teeth and changed before going to make sure Kelly was awake.

"Kelly, wake up," you gently pushed her hair back as she tried to fight you.

"Ugh, no," she pushed you away.

"Ugh, yes," you mocked her and she glared at you. "If you can glare, you can get up, let's go before we miss breakfast," you told her. She grumbled but got up. You waited on your bed and watched as the conjoined door opened slowly again. "I'm dressed and Kelly is getting ready in the bathroom, it's safe," you called out and you watched as the door swung open faster.

"Good morning," Joaquín flopped down on your bed and you looked at him. Sam leaned against the wall by the conjoining door.

"You're getting real comfortable with me real fast," you said, jokingly.

"You're easy to get comfortable around," Joaquín told you earnestly.

"I'm ready, let's go," Kelly bounced out of the bathroom and you grabbed the room keys and left with them all. The 4 of you made your way down stairs, you forcing them to take the elevator.

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You realized it late, there was something about Joaquín's voice was familiar. You couldn't find out way, but you couldn't find a way to care.

"Y/n," Joaquín's voice made you jump, you had been done with your breakfast and waiting on the others.

"Yeah?" You looked over at him.

"Do you want anything while I'm up?" Joaquín gave you one of his award winning smiles.

"Oh no, I'm good. Thank you for asking," you smiled back at him as he walked away. You heard laughing and whipped your head over to Kelly and Sam. "What?"

"He likes you," Kelly giggled but you shook your head.

"No he doesn't," you argued.

"He only asked you if you wanted anything," Kelly pointed out.

"Well, you two aren't done," you defended and they both just nodded as if they weren't impressed.

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Sarah's get together was today, you were dressed and in the car headed there. Sam had called driving and Kelly wanted the passenger seat, so you were in the back with Joaquín. You two had taken up the habit of showing the other a TikTok every now and again. You found a mild edit of Sam to show him, making you both laugh.

The party was in full swing, it had been hours and your feet hurt. You found yourself wondering if Quin was ok. You're answer showed in a text message.

Quin❤️: What do you look like? you: Uh, why? Quin❤️: Because I think I see you *insert photo of you at the party sitting at a table* you: How did you get that?

"I have a confession," Joaquín was next to you suddenly and you jumped. You looked at him confused but when he turned his phone so you could see the messages you understood.

"You're Quin, Quin is you. Holy shit," you laughed and jumped up to hug him. "I suddenly feel better about having a crush on both of you," you admitted.

"You're not mad?"

"Why would I be mad?" You two were sitting down now.

"I lied," he shurgged.

"Not really, Quin is a nickname for Joaquín and I never really did ask any personal information," you told him, watching him smile. You two spent time talking and by the end, you ended up going back to the hotel with a new boyfriend and the promise to stay in touch with Sarah.

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Masterlist | Requests

[firewasabeast]

Hey CJ! Idk if you take prompts (I loved your most recent ficlet)

BUT any thoughts on how Buck and Tommy annoy each other (on purpose)??

ahhh thank you so much! I'm always taking prompts, it just sometimes takes me a while to get to them. here's a two-in-one fic for you!

Click. Click. Click. Click. Click click.

Click. Click. Click. Click. Click click.

Tommy looked over across the couch, where Buck was staring down at a crossword as he clicked his pen. Over and over.

“Do you need a new pen?” Tommy asked, keeping his tone calm and casual.

“Huh?” It took a second for Buck to register what he'd asked. “Oh, no. No, I'm good, thanks,” he said, glancing over at him with a smile.

Tommy returned the smile, then went back to reading his magazine.

Click click click clickclick click click.

Tommy took a long, deep breath.

Click click click click click click click click click.

“You sure?” He asked again, his voice going up an octave. “I have a whole drawer of them.”

And they're the kind with caps, he added to himself.

Buck shook his head. “Nope, this one works just fine.”

Click click click click click click. Click. Click. Click.

Click click click click clickclick-

Tommy closed the magazine and squeezed his eyes shut. “For the love of God, Evan, please stop.”

“Ha! So it does bother you!” Buck exclaimed, pointing the pen to Tommy with a triumphant look on his face.

“Does the endless pen clicking bother me? Yeah, maybe a little.”

Buck shook his head, relaxing further into the couch. “Finally.”

“Finally what?”

“I finally found something that makes Mr. Cool lose his cool.”

Tommy huffed out a laugh. “I did not lose my cool, thank you very much.”

“You looked like a pressure cooker that was about to explode.”

“So you were doing all of that just to annoy me?” Tommy asked, a playful glare on his face.

“After about the third click, yes.”

“And if I didn't stop you, you were what? Gonna click the entirety of We Will Rock You?”

Buck tilted his head, looking more impressed than anything now. “Y- You knew the song?”

“Of course I knew the song. Who wouldn't know that song?”

“I just didn't realize I was so talented. I could quit my job, begin a professional career as a click artist.”

Tommy opened his magazine back up, crossing one leg over the other. “I'd stick with firefighting if I were you.”

They were just settling back into a peaceful silence when:

Click click.

“Okay.” Tommy reached across the couch and pulled the pen out of Buck's hand before getting up and heading for the trash.

“Wait! No!” Buck exclaimed. “I just had to finish the line in the song. I was done.”

Tommy raised the lid to the garbage can and dropped the pen in it. “You can get another pen out of the drawer beside you. One with a cap,” he added quickly, “not a clicker.”

“You're no fun,” Buck teased, opening the drawer and grabbing another pen. “Oh, I see some clickers in here, Babe. I could do a rendition of Come Sail Away for you!”

Tommy walked back over to Buck, standing right in front of him on the couch. “I love you, Evan, but if you so much as touch another click pen I will leave.”

Buck snorted out a laugh, staring up at his boyfriend. “This is your house, Tommy!”

“I'll sign it over to you.”

Buck reached up and tugged on Tommy's shirt until he was hovering over him, one hand on the armrest and the other on the back of the couch. “Has anyone ever told you you're dramatic?” Buck asked, pulling Tommy in for a kiss.

“My drama teacher, third grade,” he replied with a nod. “Mrs. Collier.”

Buck gave Tommy one more kiss before letting him go. “I'll have to send her a note, tell her she was right.”

“Well, she was about seventy when I was in her class,” Tommy informed him, sitting back down in his seat, “so you'll have to search her address on Find a Grave.”

He resumed his magazine reading as Buck got back into his crossword...

Until about two minutes later, when Buck began drumming the new pen on his thigh. This time, he was seemingly completely unaware of what he was doing.

Tommy headed to bed early that night.

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The first time it happened, Buck was surprised, but he didn't say anything about it.

The second time, he laughed a bit, and when Tommy asked what was so funny he just shrugged and said he'd never seen anyone do that before.

The third time, he thought he might die.

“Did you, um, did you use a fork to scoop out the butter?” he asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as humanly possible.

Tommy breezed by, grabbing a drink out of the fridge on his way to the garage for a work out. “Yeah. Had toast this morning.” He gave Buck a pat on the ass before heading out the door.

Buck immediately pulled a knife out of a drawer and smoothed out the butter.

It shouldn't have been a big deal. Realistically, Buck knew that.

But there was something so jarring about opening a container of butter only to see that it was littered with stab wounds.

It felt wrong.

It felt like a crime.

The fourth time it happened, it was the day after he and Tommy had gotten into an argument. Nothing too serious, and they had made up by the time they went to bed.

But Tommy had made himself dinner that night and he'd decided on scrambled eggs.

Which meant he'd first put butter in the pan so the eggs wouldn't stick.

Buck didn't want to another fight right now, so he kept quiet and fixed the butter once again, then went about his day.

The fifth time it happened, Buck was ready to throw every fork in the house away. He could no longer remain silent on such a serious issue. It needed to be discussed, and it needed to be discussed now.

There was no better time, as Tommy was opening their mail at the dining room table while Buck started on dinner.

“Uh, Tommy?”

“Yeah, Babe?”

“We, um, I- I need to talk to you.”

Tommy looked up from the mail and over to where Buck stood in the kitchen. “Uh oh,” he said when he saw the look on Buck face. “You sound serious.”

“Yeah, I- it. It's the butter, Tommy. I- Most people use a knife when they're getting butter, but you're using a fork, and it makes the butter look all stabby and I've just been fixing it myself every time I see it, but I really don't understand why you can't use a knife, or even a spoon, ya know?” He was rambling, but once he started he couldn't seem to stop. “It looks so much better if you use a knife because then it keeps that smooth, buttery texture instead of looking like its been to war and-” he stopped when he noticed that Tommy was smiling at him. “What?” he asked.

“I knew you'd break eventually.”

“Wh- What do you mean?”

Tommy picked up a pen from the table, holding his arm out straight in front of him.

Click. Click. Click. Click. Click click.

When it hit him, Buck gasped, his eyes widening. “That was months ago!” he exclaimed. “We weren't even living together then!”

“And yet I've never forgotten,” Tommy replied, feeling a sense of vindication.

“You're diabolical.” He held the tub of butter out toward Tommy. “This could be considered a form of torture, you know?”

Tommy stood and walked over to Buck. “What would they call it? Butter-forking?” he asked, taking the tub from Buck and getting a knife from the drawer. He began smoothing the butter out himself, until it looked perfect on top. “Better?” he asked, showing Buck his work.

Buck turned his head to the side dramatically, staring out the kitchen window. “I don't know if we'll get past this.”

Tommy put the butter down, moving closer to Buck and placing his hands on his waist. “Could we try?” he asked. “I'd hate to tell the caterers we had to cancel the wedding on a count of me forking butter. Especially since it sounds shockingly close to doing something else with butter.”

Buck shuddered when he realized what Tommy meant. He looked up at him through his eyelashes. “Will you never destroy the sanctity of our butter with your fork ever again?”

“I will try my best,” Tommy promised. “As long as you continue to stay away from clickable pens.”

Buck sighed. “There goes the last chances of my career as a musical clicker,” he said with a pout, wrapping his arms around Tommy's shoulders.

“And there goes my career as a professional butter stabber,” Tommy replied, his hands tightening on Buck's waist as he got rid of his pout with a kiss.

[skibasyndrome]

Hi! I can’t get over how much I love your wilmon fics/ficlets and your writing style.

I’d love to read what you come up with for smut prompt - 44. “keep going”

gaaaaaaahhhh, anon you are so sweet!!! thank you so much for your kind words, I'm so glad you like them!!! 💜💜💜 and thank you for this prompt! since yesterday's ficlet got a little long I'm gonna try to keep this one shorter. alsooo, since I have no sunday snippet to post because I've only been writing these prompt fills, take this as my sunday not-snippet.

cw: nsfw, Wille being very dramatic about having missed Simon <3 maybe Simon is also a little dramatic

When Wille shifts on his knees, changes the angle of his thrusts ever so slightly, Simon tightens his grip on Wille's hair. Pulling hard enough to drag a broken groan out of him.

"Sorry... 's just," Simon lets out a short, strained giggle, then immediately stops when Wille carefully pulls back and pushes forward again. Simon's eyes fall closed, jaw slacker than before. "Yea- yeah." Simon sounds so utterly breathless when he lets go of Wille's hair, looks like a vision spread out on the bed, head thrown back and Adam's apple bobbing with every strained inhale. Wille has to remind himself to move, too busy staring and watching and taking it all in. "You can," he says, proud when he can keep his voice from wavering, even when he's feeling warm and tight and Simon and an overwhelm that's so welcome he'd love nothing more than to stop thinking. "Pull, I mean," he adds, moving lower, almost chest to chest, Simon's enticing body heat just centimeters from him, "pull my hair. You can." Simon doesn't open his eyes again when he nods, just lets his hands find their way back, over Wille's shoulder, fuck, brushing his neck, then, finally, tugging again. Wille has missed this, fuck, he's missed this so much. Can't believe he had to go four awful, awful weeks of family holiday without this, without Simon, without having him, like this, or any way, really, without... Wille's body is ablaze with the heat of again and more and never stop. He hums happily when Simon pulls a little more sharply, tries to sink even deeper into Simon, tries to get closer when he knows he can't. Simon's moan, Simon digging his heel into the back of Wille's thigh, oh, Wille can never get enough of this. "Missed this," he gasps out, slowly, carefully picking up speed again. Trying not to let the urgency get the best of him, trying to drag out the moment, trying to make this last, get the most out of this. It's been so long, he needs to savor the sensation, he needs to drink up every moment he gets to feel Simon so... completely. So close his heart is beating heavily with the weight of it. Simon's fingers are rubbing circles into Wille's scalp, Simon's kiss-bitten lips are twisting into a smile. He nods again. "Me too," he says, then breaks off into a moan when Wille tries and- yeah, just where Simon wants him. One of Simon's hands slide down, along Wille's sweaty skin, to the small of his back. He pulls, tugs Wille closer, closer, closer yet, needing-, just like Wille, needing more when there is no more. Another thrust, another mess of sounds mingling between them, and Simon is digging blunt fingernails into Wille's skin. His mouth forms an 'o', so kissable, so breathtakingly beautiful, so close and real and wonderful that Wille can't help but move his arms. Elbows dragging on the fabric of the sheets, he moves until he can get his hands on Simon's face, his thumbs tracing the sharp lines of it. Cheekbones, nose, jawline, moving gorgeously with every breath, with every groan, with every time Wille sinks into him, again and again.

Wille thinks he's going to lose his mind like this, feels like a man lost in the desert hallucinating his salvation. It's- too much. Always is, but especially when they haven't had this in a while, whenever they've had nothing but rushed phone calls and desperate text messages to tide them over. The real thing, the push and pull, the tugging each other close, the kissing until their lips are sore, the gasps and pleas felt against his skin - it all feels too good all at once, too- Simon's legs twitch where they're wound around Wille, he pulls at Wille's hair again. "Fuck," Simon lets out, quiet and gorgeous and Wille feels feral from it, feels the need gnawing at him harder now, the need to get him there, to make him fall apart, to- Wille halts, freezes in place when Simon's hands fly up to Wille's shoulder blades, scratching, pulling. Wille moans helplessly when Simon's body tightens around him, needs a tiny moment before he realizes, then doubles down, fucking Simon through it, nearly losing his footing when, in between a whine and a gasp, he hears his own name. Simon comes, sticky, warm, untouched, between them, knocking the breath right out of Wille. This is, he is... Wille is forced to stay still, thighs and arms burning like there's an army of ants marching through his veins, while he stares at Simon, chest heaving, face twitching, slowly, slowly, slowly coming down from his orgasm. It's almost torture, a torture he'd endure again and again and again every day, but still. When Simon lets out a long breath, blinking and laughing at the end of it, Wille is relieved, relieved that now he gets to pull out and cuddle up to Simon and use his hand to- Simon's grip on his back tightens when he tries to inch away, tries to raise his hips. At once, his eyes move up to Simon's face, meet Simon already staring back. Wille licks his lips. His mouth suddenly feels dry with Simon gazing up at him so intensely. "I'm..." Wille looks down between them, the mess on their stomachs, Simon's spent cock, lower where he's still... He swallows hard. Simon's fingers are drawing patterns into his skin, and suddenly the ants are poking him there, where Simon's hands are warm and heavy on him. "Keep going." Simon's voice is so quiet that Wille barely hears it. Wille whips his head up again, brows furrowed, but he doesn't need to ask when Simon stares up at him, through him almost with nothing but liquid heat in his eyes. They... it's never like this. It's never this way around. It's him coming first, Simon following not far behind, or it's Wille pulling out when Simon is done, when his skin tingles under every single one of Wille's touches post-orgasm, when anything else would be too much. They never... Wille has never stayed afterwards. But, now, Wille sees his own desperation, his own need reflected on Simon's face, like this hasn't been enough. "Need you to," Simon says, and Wille's arms damn near buckle. As if that's not enough, Simon cranes his neck, pulls with all he's got, and sighs into Wille's mouth when they're finally kissing again, after what seems like ages. Wille's hips jerk when their tongues brush, and they both moan into the kiss. The tightening of Simon's legs around his middle is unmistakable. So is the way Simon tries to meet his tiny movements, trying to raise his hips where he's pinned under Wille's weight. Wille isn't going to make it out of this alive. But he can't ask, can't even wonder, all he can do is slowly sink back into the rhythm that pulls him into Simon, slow and deep and dirty and breathtaking. He gaps against Simon's lips, feels a dangerous tug behind his navel, the telltale tightening of that knot deep inside.

"Simon-," he gasps, trying to raise his body up, trying to regain a position that lets him go faster. "Gonna-" Simon cuts him off, drags a hand down the middle of his chest, palm against his skin. "Please," Simon pleads, encourages, and Wille's hips stutter. "Missed this," he confesses, and oh. Yes. Yes yes yes, so did Wille. Does he mean- Wille's pulse is raising, thoughts getting away from him. "Missed you inside," Simon says, and Wille whines. "Missed the feeling," he's interrupted by a strained moan that sends a violent tingle through Wille's body, scalp to toes, "-of this." Simon pushes back against Wille's thrusts, beautiful and needy and like he's trying to make Wille lose his mind. "Need you to," another gasp, "in me." Like his breath is being dragged right from his lungs, Wille is coming. It's white, hot, fuzzy, so so so so heavy and, oh- he sinks down against Simon's chest, into his arms. Slowly, with his breath returning to him, the fog lifting, he feels Simon's hands stroking his back, Simon's legs still tightly clamped around him. And with the reality of it all sinking in, with the feeling of being so close, still, he feels a warm tingle in his cheeks. "Shit," he laughs, and nuzzles his nose into the crook of Simon's neck, where he smells the most like him. Simon follows along, lets out a breathy chuckle. His arms don't move, neither do his legs. Still holding on tight. "Mmmh," he hums happily. Wille simply has to kiss the fluttering skin of his neck. When Wille shifts a little, he feels wet stickiness between their bodies. And, with a pleasant shiver running down his back, past Simon's caressing palms, he feels that Simon is hard again.

Feel free to send me some prompts from that list, or just make some up <3 Or read my other ficlets here

also pls let me know what you think <3

[i-am-countess-olivia]

That little Jamie Fitzjames ficlet from earlier

Reposted now, with kind permission from MH gremlins. Francis helps Jamie pack for the hospital.

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Francis is fussing with the hospital bag again.

"Earplugs," he says when he spots Jamie’s raised brow. "Putting them in your wash bag."

"I already packed some."

"These are loads better, we use them down below. Did you charge your headphones?"

"Yes, Francis."

"I put in a travel-sized thing of that orange toothpaste you like. Did you see?"

"Yes, Francis."

"Did you want me to go get those cashmere bed socks you got for Christmas?"

Jamie grins. "Stop it, Francis."

Francis heaves a sigh. Jamie wraps her arms around him from behind, chin on his shoulder and fingers prodding gently at his middle podge.

Crisp sunshine streams in from the garden, Monty on full alert by the sliding doors as she watches a squirrel scurry up the bare lilac. Years of anxious waiting have come to meet their end here, on the cusp of spring.

One day to go.

"I'm sorry I won't be here for you."

"You will be. You're not leaving for like three days after I'm home."

"Too soon." Francis slumps in her arms, fiddles with a zipper on the bag. "They pay top rate. I couldn't say no."

"Aye, Captain," Jamie murmurs. "I understand. The sea calls and you must obey." She kisses the soft spot under his ear. "Francis, it's only a vag. It's not like I'm coming out of there with a newborn." She smiles when she glimpses Francis' crooked grin in her periphery. "Modern medicine hasn't quite perfected that one. Anyway, Will's gonna come by every day. Dundy's on Monty duty. All will be well."

Francis nods, sighs again. He takes one of her hands from his stomach and brings it to his lips. He holds it there, doesn’t let go for a long time.

Jamie would never trivialise his worries — and yet she finds she cannot keep up with Francis’ ceaseless fretting. Her own great fears and questions have long been named, answered and tidied away. Francis is here. He will be there when she wakes. He will be here next year, reading her Wikipedia trivia off his ancient iPad or fixing the decking in the same crisp English sunshine.

With one last kiss, Francis lets go of her hand and gently eases them apart. “I’ll go get those socks.”

At the garden doors, the squirrel now gone, Monty's ears perk up at one of her favourite words. When Francis goes to leave the room, she trots over, tail wagging knowingly, to join him.

"Don't let her near the drawer," Jamie calls after. "She'll devour another pair."

When she's alone, she looks for a long moment at the golden rectangles of sunshine painted on the carpet like spectral beds. Then she steps into one, lowers herself to the ground and stretches out inside it, head to foot.

She fishes out her phone and squints up at the screen, scrolling. “OMG T-minus one day J!!!" shrieks the "Jamie's V-Day Support!!!" chat. There are fewer Fitzpussy jokes now that the day has drawn near, replaced by hearts and hugs and hints at fun surprises to help her through recovery. Will's Liz says she's making those brownies Jamie likes. Dundy texts again to check which human food Monty is allowed, if any.

Jamie closes her eyes and lets warmth seep into her toes, knees, belly, chest, chin. She feels charged and lulled all at once, shivery and serene. All will be well. The sun blankets her eyelids and behind them she sees only the blue Francis promised her: water and sky, the Aegean they said they will sail to after those first tough months are behind her.

Francis will find the perfect spot to anchor, their boat like a grain of sand on the vast polished jewel of a perfect flat sea. Jamie will dive off the boat in her brand new red bikini, kick up from the depths and emerge out of the watery murk to float on the surface, her body offered up to a brighter, warmer sun.

[dont-offend-the-bees]

DontOffendTheBees' DBDA Fic Masterpost

Or, essentially, my 2024 Ao3 Wrapped because this show is all I've posted on main all year 😅 But it's nice to be back in the swing of writing and it's been such a rough year, so I'm gonna take a minute now to bask in the glow of my accomplishments 💛

(please note fic links are to Ao3, and fics are locked to be visible to registered users only!)

Ongoing Fics:

Oh, Lonely Bones, Have You Forgotten? (M, 31.9k, ch. 3/4, Charles/Edwin)

A haunting little odyssey of Edwin finding his earthly remains, and figuring out where the hell to go from there. Was hoping to finish this off before the year was out but pain and other projects sadly got in the way! Don't worry, she will be complete one day, I swear!

Somewhere Beyond the Sea (T, 7k, ch 1/5, Charles/Edwin)

A sweet and magical Payneland Ponyo AU, written originally as a Secret Santa gift and then ballooning WAY out of proportion! I'm so, so excited for how this one turns out!

One-shots:

The Kind of Light That Means Just Love (When My Baby Smiles at Me) (T, 1.4k, Charles/Edwin)

Where it all began, a little ficlet I wrote based on a writing group prompt which made me realised how much fun the character voices were to play with. Short and sweet, Charles takes photos of Edwin and finds ways to be cheerful about it even when he doesn't show up in them.

Outside Looking In (T, 3.6k, Charles/Edwin)

Outsider POV fic in which Charles and Edwin are overhead having a very strange but sweet conversation while in their older disguises. While this was an early fic and there's probably some stuff I'd change about the dialogue if I wrote it now, I'm so fond of it and I'm touched by the response to it - ESPECIALLY in the form of Robin's incredible gifset! (this gifset MUST be reblogged by everyone, btw.)

The Scenic Route (T, 2.1k, Charles/Edwin)

A short, sweet little agency outing and Payneland get-together, written in large part to daydream of a better world of public transportation while I was stuck standing on a cross-country train for two hours.

No Rehearsing It, No Reversing It (T, 9.3k, Charles/Edwin)

Mandatory 'Charles massively overthinks getting together with Edwin' fic, a comedy of errors, featuring foiled kissing schemes, party games, flimsy excuses, and my first fateful foray into discovering how fun Cat King is to write.

’Cause You Cut Through All the Noise (M, 5.3k, Charles/Edwin)

First day of Payneland week, what a time! Edwin helps Charles calm down from a panic spiral with a healthy application of sweet, gently non-sexual dom/sub play, featuring sweet words and soothing games of cat's cradle.

Though We're Strangers 'Til Now (T, 4.7k, Charles/Edwin)

Payneland week day 2. One of my more out-there concepts; in the campy tradition of Saturday night British fantasy telly a la Merlin or Atlantis, Charles and Edwin take the mythological roles of Theseus and Ariadne. This fic exists in large part due to @every-moment-a-different-sound making me aware of Payneland week and asking me to collaborate, and once again, it is COMPULSORY that you go and reblog their GORGEOUS SHOWSTOPPING INCREDIBLE GIFS.

I Got Sunshine in a Bag (T, 1.2k, Charles/Edwin)

Payneland week day 3. The little script-format fic where (spoiler alert) Charles confesses his feelings to Edwin in the safe haven of his own magical bag of tricks. Sweet and silly!

Something I Can Turn To (T, 2.4k, Charles/Edwin)

Payneland week day 4. The AU where Charles and Edwin are alive in the same era, and helped each other survive the brutality of their teenage years. This one was so lovely to write and there's a little bittersweet hollow in my heart carved out for it. This fic also spawned this absolutely lovely art by @yasartmeme (GO REBLOG, GIVE IT LOVE) and a collection of related stories by several wonderful authors. Every time someone else dips their toe into this universe it warms my chilly little heart.

If the Shoe Fits, Then I Won’t Try It On (T, 2k, Charles/Edwin)

Payneland week day 5. Another outing with the disguises; pre-canon, Charles and Edwin on a case, getting used to their new magic disguises and constructing dubious backstories.

Spinning on That Dizzy Edge (M, 1k, Charles/Edwin)

Payneland week day 6. Short little flirty, steamy, fun date night with Charles and Edwin in a haunted pub, with a piano <3

Lived My Whole Life Before the First Light (M, 7.3k, Charles/Edwin)

Payneland week day 7. AKA the attic scene, as told in a soulmate AU. A few people who don't generally like soulmate AU's have told me this one plays with the concept in a way they found interesting and refreshing! Suffice it to say there's a happy ending, but not of the sort generally associated with the genre. And this one comes with yet another mandatory-reblog gifset, this one by @mellxncollie, which is SO beautiful and should be in an art gallery and truly such an honour to bestow upon my little words 💛

We Glimpse Each Other Out of Phase (T, 3.7k, Charles/Edwin)

Another little instalment in the Alive AU of Something I Can Turn To, this time a bittersweet domestic scene on a sleepless night in the kitchen.

Wise Men Build Their Houses on Rocks While the Rest of Us Settle for Skeletons (M, 2.2k, Cat King/Edwin)

First foray into Catwin! (or at least first on the main account 😉) Edwin digs through the Cat King's magical artifacts; and finds an ominous relic of his past lives.

Sink Your Teeth Right Through My Bones, Baby (M, 0.6k, Charles/Edwin)

First of the spotify wrapped inspired ficlets! A little glimpse into Edwin's mind as he and Charles cautiously approach a new dynamic in the bedroom.

Looks Like We’re In for Nasty Weather (T, 0.6k, Charles/Edwin)

Wrapped ficlet. Edwin and Charles brace themselves in the face of an ominous supernatural storm brewing.

Keep Me Warm, Love Me Long, Be My Sunlight (T, 1k, Cat King/Edwin/Charles)

Wrapped ficlet, and preview of the Ghostcat 1920s AU currently in the works by myself, @dear-monday and @tw0-ravens! In a sun-drenched loft in the last days of summer, Thomas contemplates what he has, and when he'll lose it.

Should I Cool It, or Should I Blow? (M, 1.9k, Cat King/Charles)

Wrapped ficlet. The Cat King confronts Charles after another little enemies-with-benefits hook-up for a little clarification on what, exactly, he's doing with his life.

And that about wraps it up for 2024! But I'll keep adding underneath this post when I inevitably write more -- so I'll be seeing you guys in '25! 🥰 Thank you thank you THANK YOU everyone who's shown me such incredible support over this year, this has been such an unbelievably fun fandom experience and I'm excited to sink my teeth into even more and longer fics next year 💛💛💛

My 2024 Writing Stats:

Works Published: 19 Word Count: 89,859 Top 3 fics (by kudos): 1. Outside Looking In 2. No Rehearsing It, No Reversing It 3. The Scenic Route

2025 One-Shots:

Third Contact of a Brief, yet Significant Eclipse (M, 4.2k, Cat King/Edwin)

A spin-off/prequel fic set in the universe of Wunderkammer by dear_monday and two_ravens! A bittersweet little scene at the tail end of museum curator!Edwin's dalliance with the Cat King; a torrid affair which lasted the duration of the 1960s.

Bet Was Made, I Kneeled and Prayed (and Went Off Like a Shotgun) (M, 2.5k, Cat King/Charles)

Wrapped fic, the last of them. Charles and the Cat King enjoy a bit of fun, fighty, no-strings messing around; and the Cat King comes away with more feelings than he bargained for.

Now featuring gorgeous and heartbreaking gifs courtesy of Olly, who simply never misses 💛💛💛💛💛

Darling, This Place is a Lover's Oasis

(M, 1.4k, Cat King/Edwin)

Valentine's fic; Edwin gets some much-deserved pampering courtesy of Cat King and his ridiculous 1970s oversized bathtub.

[bennysblabbering]

Under Her Touch

Kinktober: "Overstimulation" || Yuki Tsukumo x reader

contents: clit play, multiple orgasms, praise

words: 0.9k

g/n afab reader

↓ Ficlet below the cut ↓

“Look how cute…” Yuki smiles into your neck as she sits behind you on the bed, your back leaning against her, both of you completely naked. Your legs are spread as she aggressively rubs your clit, her middle finger pressing down and shaking back and forth as you squirm. Desperately grabbing onto her thighs as handles, pathetic mewls repeatedly escape your throat and you grind your hips into her touch. Your waist was being held strongly by her other arm with long and slender fingers pinching at your nipple.

“Ahh…ah, Yuki, I'm c-close…”

She whispers into your ear with a sly smirk on her face as she presses down harder, skillfully working her fingers in a circular motion while her other hand switches between your nipples and playfully rolls them between her fingers. “Come on, bunny, cum for me.”

You clench your fingernails into the firm muscles of her thighs as you let your orgasm take hold with a loud cry. Your hips instinctively buck upwards, pushing back into her touch for more. The blonde is unrelenting in her movements as she keeps up the intense pace with her fingers on both hands, making you see stars as you start to tremble. The combined sensation from the pressure on your clit as well as your nipples makes you moan loudly, crying her name out into the air of the room. “Yuki!”

Your breathing starts to stabilize a little as your climax begins to fade away, the nerves of your most sensitive parts now tender to the touch. And yet, she doesn't stop. She doesn't even slow down. You desperately grab at her thigh underneath you, gently smacking it as you gasp and grit your teeth. “F-fuck….babe…s’too much, I've had enough…”

She shakes her head with a smirk and a hum. “You’re gonna give me another. You can always say the safe word if you want me to stop.”

All you can manage is a choked whine in response. You did remember the safe word, but the two of you had talked earlier that day about seeing how many times you can cum in a row, and you wanted to be good for her. You'd known this would happen and it was even more intense than you thought it would be.

Mercilessly her fingers continued to work, abusing the sensitive bud between your legs. Her other hand moves off of your nipple, choosing instead to cage you in her strong, muscular embrace. Your hips bucked and your knees bent and straightened, attempting to escape her iron grasp and feel some relief from the torture, but her strength far surpasses yours- she only responds to your attempts with a chuckle.

“Not gettin' away from me, babe. You’re gonna cum again. I know you can.”

Feeling overwhelmed but immensely aroused, you feel your core heating up once again, another climax building. Your chest rises and falls much quicker, and the excited woman takes notice.

“Oh that's it, c’mon babe, give me another. You can do it.”

Your second orgasm hits you like a tidal wave as your eyes roll back and your jaw hangs open, not even moaning this time around but whimpering, hardly having enough function in your brain to control your movements. Your body rocks up and down, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you ride out your second high.

Your climax once again begins to subside, but your heart beats fast with adrenaline as you realize she still isn’t stopping.

“One more. Just one more. I know you can.”

The tears start to roll down your face, your face turning into a sticky and red mess as you begin to cry. Your voice comes out cracked and quiet, hardly audible. “Can’t…can’t…anymore…too much…"

She clicks her tongue and nuzzles against your neck, her fingers still rubbing against the long-spent bundle of nerves. Your entire body has gone numb from a mixture of enhanced pain and pleasure and you hadn't felt anything remotely like this before. It was…exhilarating.

You sob as your body has a mind of its own, writhing and tensing and twitching, all while Yuki simply places soft kisses against your neck. “C’mon, one more.”

For the third time, your orgasm takes ahold of you, this time releasing a hot clear fluid, coating her big hand and the sheets beneath you. You don't even have enough energy to think about being embarrassed; your mind is a complete blur and you let go of control of your body. You whine and hiccup as you sob and release uncontrollably.

Finally her hands slow as your body starts to come down, your chest inhaling dramatically as you can breathe normally again. The realization of the fact you just squirted is finally hitting you as you feel the soaked sheet beneath your thighs. If you were any more coherent, you'd be mortified, but after 3 consecutive orgasms, you can hardly keep your eyes open.

“You did so good, baby. How'd it feel?”

You can only huff with a small chuckle before you can feel your eyes get droopy. “Good. Really fucking good.”

She kisses the top of your forehead as she picks you up off the bed, carrying you to the living room to sleep on the couch together. As much as she wanted to replace the sheets and sleep in a warm clean bed with you, she was exhausted as well. She enjoyed watching every moment of you struggling as you came helplessly under her touch three times in a row.

She'll clean the sheets in the morning.

This one is a bit shorter today, sorry! I hope y'all can forgive me </3

[littleplantfreak]

Say my name - Sakura Haruka

Normally I'm bad with titles but without further ado! A ficlet(?) about Sakura struggling to call his lovely partner by their first name! It's SFW (but still under the cut) btw

I tried to keep it they/them for neutrality but if you find a stray 'she' somewhere that's my bad

(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

“I really don’t know what to do with him Suo! Every time he tries to say it he just freezes and sputters until he calls me ‘you’ or he changes it to another word last minute. Last week he tried so hard he nearly turned purple and gave himself a headache!” whining, you practically drape yourself over the table in defeat.

“Wow…our captain really is shy when it comes to that stuff, huh?” Suo’s holding back but you can tell he wants to laugh. Once Sakura shows up he’ll throw a teasing remark or two in but you’ll still be at square one.

“Maybe a nickname? Or what if you don’t look at him when he says it? What if he spells it out-“

“I don’t think we need to go that far,” interjecting gently before Nirei could start going through an insane list of things that may or may not actually work for the present problem, Suo leans forward, looking at you from across the table. “There’s something we can try that might work if you're up for it."

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It’s not a bad plan actually, if more simple than you thought it’d be. You’re waiting behind the support wall in the middle of Cafe Pothos, obscured from anyone just walking in. Nirei and Suo are at the same table near the front that you were at before, and Kotoha is cleaning dishes at the sink, though she knows what’s going on and has a ear turned towards the main stage of this event making sure she doesn’t miss a thing.

From where you’re peeking before Haruka opens the door, you can see Nirei’s tense shoulders, both trying and failing to appear casual not that your boyfriend will pay it any mind. Sometimes you're afraid he'll end up like Hiragi and his nervous stomach issues. Suo is the picture of tranquility as he eyes Nirei’s notebook before greeting Haruka. You hear your boyfriend stop, possibly looking around for where you said you’d be waiting for him earlier.

“Where’s-”

“A-ah…”

“Bathroom~,” Suo singsongs smoothing over his partner’s stuttering. “By the way, Nirei’s been wondering about their first name! It seems the notebook page he has on them is incomplete without it…” he’s drawing attention, not to the boy himself, but the pen and notebook he’s gripping on to waiting on Sakura to take the bait. Nirei had opted for silence as he clicks his pen and as if to write it down.

"It’s-" a short pause before he actual says the full weight of your name, matter of factly too, without fumbling it at all and you’re suddenly too giddy to contain yourself.

“S-Sorry I wasn’t listening. Could you say it again?” Nirei squeaks out.

There’s annoyance in his voice as Sakura says it again, and before he can get anything else out, you’ve decided this is your cue.

“Yes, Haruka?” You blink looking at him, poorly portraying innocence but you can tell blood is rushing to your face and you cannot rub your smile off if you tried.

“Oh my~ Sakura you’re so bold calling your partner by their first name!” Red eyes glittering wickedly as he taunts “How romantic!” He gasps with a hand over his mouth. Looking flustered but proud is Nirei, nodding vigorously, and Kotoha giving Sakura a pat on the back in congratulations. You’re proud of him yourself, despite having to coax your name out of him with the help of his vice captains.

He's wide-eyed going between you and Suo, gears clicking in to place that he'd been set up as he settles for firing at the brunette "Wha- you- I'm GONNA KNOCK YA-,"

"Oookay we're heading out now!" Before he starts a fight, you link an arm through his and begin leading him towards the door. He’s puffed up like an angry cat but his body completely yields when it’s you who’s maneuvering him away the cafe after saying a quick goodbye to everyone.

It's quiet, the path you take through town on the way to your house and he doesn't look at you when he mumbles a quiet apology. You aren't quite sure what he’s apologizing for but you stop walking and wait for him to start speaking again.

“Sorry fer takin’ so long to say it.” He’s still not looking at you but your heart breaks a little at how small he sounds. You touch his cheek enough for him to turn and look at you, uncertainty clear in his bi-colored eyes.

“Honey I never meant to rush you. If you’re still working on it that’s okay! I never wanna make you feel uncomfortable,” brows knit together in worry now that you’re holding his face in both hands, searching signs that you took it too far.

“I think I’ll be able to say it now - especially if it makes ya look as happy as ya did at the cafe. Not all the time, but when we're alone I think I can." He’s almost fully settled into your hands now, melting into warmth he’d been craving since he woke up this morning. He always wondered how such soft hands could touch something as rough as him and still continue to make the effort to hold him. You wait for him to finish soaking up his much needed affection for a few more minutes and then you're both walking again, slowed by the urge to stay close for as long as possible.

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"...and she popped out from behind the pillar and said "Yes, Haruka?"" Kotoha mimics your voice as she's giving Umemiya the rundown of what he missed.

"He's growing up so fast!" He wails theatrically wiping a tear from his eye.

"He's changed a lot since he came here, and even more since they started dating. I think he's getting soft with how fast they were able to drag him away without a fight."

"So he went from alley cat to house cat huh. Nothing wrong with that." he grins digging into his omurice. Kotoha smiles and hums in agreement. Nothing wrong with that in the slightest.

[vampirevatican]

How Cliché

pairing: ghost x reader

tags: 402 words, ficlet, SELF INDULGENT, another fluff piece?? you damn right. reader and character pov with internal narration sprinkled in

notes: i wanted to write another ficlet, i started crushing on the bastard again, so here we are.

You're laying in bed looking at him. Keeping those pitch dark brown eyes in your memory, the way his white and black hair falls. Eyes tracing every detail.

"Look, I know I'm a heart-throb but at this rate you're not gonna get any sleep. And I won't even get to put it in."

You roll your eyes being pulled back into reality. Joey Ghost. Was a real ass hat. But he was yours... technically. Honestly you could never get a full read on him, but in a weird way you understood him.

"You do remember I said we aren't fucking tonight?"

"Yes, and it puts an ache in my junk everytime you remind me."

"Oh poor thing."

"Spare me, little devil."

After he mutters your nickname you can't help but smile. You totally feel like one, given your slight impish behavior.

When you chose to room with him, he was definitely expecting for things to get heated. Although here he still is, not putting up too much of a fuss. Still the same asshole and jokester you grew to love.

He smiles back at you, lopsided, and starts to commit your facial features to his mind. He thinks he has a read on you, but then you'd go and do something contrary to what he thinks you'd do.

He was honest with you when you gave him that good reason not to kill you, sure he made friends with the guys but none of them could replace you. Your wit, your sass. He could never admit being in love but he'd always be on your side.

"So... any real game plans for getting us out of here?"

"Vaugely. We've been through the ringer before, who says this is our last."

"Promising."

His smile makes you feel like you could actually pull it off. Sometimes you couldn't help but compare him to Damien. They aren't fully the same, but just barely enough that you could put them in a venn diagram.

The intimacy of the moment slowly disappears as sleep takes you. As for Ghost he sits in it for a bit longer.

"This is so cliché..." he mutters but can't fight the smile on his face, because at least it's him tonight. You chose him. Not Leather, Not Mike, Not Damien, Not Jay. Him. And something about that, makes the dumbest part of him grin ear to ear and flush a faint pink.

[rhiandoesfandom]

Ficlet- Cold

(I'm gonna try my best with this one cause I'm doing this on my phone and one wrist HURTS rn but I had this idea and needed to execute. So sorry if there's more typos).

(CW: passive suicidal ideation)

Stolas steps into the cold air, seeing it on his breath. Maybe it's the temperature that was always a lukewarm in what used to be his palace that made him forget that the rings have seasons. Their own version anyway. It still gets cold. The air from your lungs still rises and dissipates. But he hasn't really experienced the winter in Pride. Not really.

He leans against the railing once more, the exact place on the balcony that he doubts got much use before his arrival, but is now an often place of contemplation for him. He shivers and holds his arms. Don't they make thicker clothing? He doesn't know, he's never really had to wear it. Without his powers however, it's like he feels everything stronger. Fear, love, devastation, contemplation, cold. He should go inside where Blitz has been splurging on the heat since the living room gets awfully cold at night. Stolas tried to insist in turning it off at least during the day but Blitz wasn't having it.

He thinks back to the last few months in the care of Blitz Buckzo and sighs, smiling to himself. That silly man has been so sweet. So engaging. So caring. Is it all an act? Was he capable of this all along? He doesn't know. They still don't talk candidly. At least as much as he'd like. But to be fair, he himself is not fully honest when it comes to such conversation.

He shivers again. Rubbing his arms now. Part of it feels good. To shiver. To feel the cold against his feathers. How they puff up to adjust to the cold. What if he just stayed out here? What would happen?

So he doesn't go inside. He stays. Leaning on the railing. His legs shaking until he sits down against the rungs. Eyes closing with the cold breeze brushing against his face. Numbing his beak.

Blitz comes home. Throwing his scarf and heavy coat with the sewn IMP patch on the arms. He smiles at it then looks around.

"Stols? Stolas!", he yells. He checks the meager amount of rooms, even Loona's but he's nowhere to be seen. Until out of the corner of his eyes he sees a pile of something on the balcony. He runs, throwing open the back door and seeing a frosty Stolas, unconscious against the rungs of the balcony. He shakes his shoulders, nothing. He slaps his cheeks gently. Nothing. Until almost a full minute passes and Stolas coughs, attempting to open all four eyes but some are frozen shut. The eyelids purple.

Picking Stolas up in his arms immediately, he pulls him into the living room, laying him on the couch. One blanket, two, three, four layer over Stolas, as many as Blitz can find throughout the small apartment. Even taking Loona's duvet. He then turns the heat on high, and starts some coals in a pan to swallow so that he can be another heater for him.

Stolas groans, in pain from his eyes and other frozen joints. Blitz runs over, "What the FUCK were you thinking??!" He asks panicked. "You could have died if I didn't come home!!" Blitz semi-yells, his voice tinged with fear.

"I simply wanted to feel the cold", Stolas answers, struggling the words out of his beak. He's shaking now, the mix of cold and heat giving a shockwave to his body. The heat feels good but it also burns. Or is it the cold that burns? Any which way, it's what he wished for.

"I don't-i-why??!", Blitz asks again, holding his face in warm red hands. Stolas nuzzles against the fingers, Blitz moving his claws through the feathers gently.

"I'm sorry i-im just sorry", he mutters out. Looking up at Blitz with all four eyes now. Two starting to water. Blitz sighs and kisses his cheek, "You can't fucking scare me like that".

Finishing the coals, Blitz downs them and climbs on the couch and under the blankets with him, holding him tight. Stolas sighs in relief and leans against him in a smaller spoon against his caring imp.

And whispers quietly, "I think he was like this all along".

[sweetiepeabob]

This is just gonna be a "brief" little ficlet of the soft Jopkey idea i had, cuz i don't have the energy to write it super detailed and drawn out. Anyway, soft Jopkey coming in!!! (Gonna tag a few people who seemed interested at the end! Hope that's okay!)

❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

It takes place during Crozier's sobering up. I'm thinking about a week in. Maybe longer. Jopson hasn't slept. Has barely been eating. Just small dozing off here and there before jumping back into caring for his Captain.

He's exhausted. Goes down below to grab something. More towels and clean linen probably. He's leaning down, grabbing new sheets, and as he stands he feels dizzy and then he's out like a light. Fainted. Down there in the dark.

He wakes to something soft and warm beneath his head and water being gently pressed to his lips. He swallows greedily, a soft hand wipes at the side of his mouth where the water overflows and drips down his cheek.

"That's it. Slowly." A soft voice above him says. And he knows that voice. His throat clenches and he chokes, dragging himself away from Mr. Hickey, and his... wandering hands. His... warm lap.

He chokes, coughing and hacking til his eyes are watering. He's so tired and disoriented he can't fight Hickey's hands away. One rubbing at his back as he chokes, the other holding his shoulder, attempting to steady him.

He chokes some more, trying to shove Hickey away for a few more moments before giving up. Hickey smiles, softly, the hand from his shoulder moves to his chest.

"Breath, Mr. Jopson. Deep." He instructs gently, his hand still rubbing between Jopson's shoulder. Jopson tries to do as he's told, sucking in air through his nose, deep, his back straightening, his chest puffing, filling with air. He coughs it out, but just twice, before he's breathing again.

"One more." Hickey says, eyes widening. Jopson does as he's told. No coughing this time. He levels Hickey with what he hopes is a glare, frowning and then gasping as pain blooms in his face with the effort.

"Here." Hickey says, tugs him down, places Jopson's head in his lap again.

"What do you think you're-"

"Relax. You need rest." Hickey huffs, cutting him off rudely. But his hands are gentle against Jopson's head, his fingers moving slowly over his skin, pushing his hair out of his face.

"I don't-"

"Shh." Hickey's finger pressed to his lips, briefly, just a touch to cut him off and then gone again, hand back in Jopson's hair.

"You can't care for our beloved captain without taking care of yourself as well." His voice is barely above a whisper, doesn't need to be in such an empty ship. Jopson notes the condescension in Hickey's voice when he speaks about the captain. He ignores it. Flashes of Hickey bent over a table, holding back screams, float through his thoughts and drift away again.

"Just take a moment. For yourself." Hickey sighs, fingers moving gently through his hair now. Jopson can feel his eyelids drooping, getting heavier and heavier.

"I'll wake you if you're needed." Hickey whispers, nails dragging slowly, deftly, against Jopson's scalp. He drifts. Into darkness. No dreams. No nothing. Still vaguely aware of Hickey's hands, warm agaisnt his skin.

"You're being beckoned Thomas."

Hickey's words in his ear have him nearly jumping out of his skin. He hears the bell. Tries to scurry to his feet and the ship tilts before his eyes. But Hickey is there, after a brief struggle of his own to get up, catches him round the waist and keeps him on his feet.

"Don't." Jopson shoves his hands away, Hickey steps back, hands out in front of him in surrender, but he stays close, eyeing Jopson with what might be worry, on another man. He takes a step and wobbles, pushes away the feeling of missing Hickey's hands on his waist, in his hair.

He steadies himself, grabs the linens he came for, offered to him by Hickey. Their hands brush when he hands them over, Hickey's eyes stay on the floor. Jopson nearly makes it to the ladder when Hickey's fingers curl gently around his elbow.

"Oh Jopson?" He turns, and Hickey is close. Much closer than he expects, he stumbles back a step, to the side of the ladder, Hickey follows, his eyes locked on Jopson now. His face, he thinks, no, his mouth.

"You've got some blood. Just... there." His voice sounds far away, like Hickey has drifted off somewhere. He moves fast, his lips pressing to Jopson's top one quick as a flash, and warm, his skin almost burning. And then he's gone again, back where he was, about three feet away. It seems so far.

"You should get cleaned up. For your Captain." Hickey says, nods stiffly, and then he stomps up the ladder, his movements slower than before, his wounds still ailing him.

But his speed doesn't matter. Jopson doesn't move. Just stands there, leaning against the ladder, heart pounding. He raises his fingers to his lips, feels the dried blood under his fingers, must have hit his nose on the way down, and tells himself that's what he's feeling for. The blood.

Tells himself he's certainly not chasing the warmth of Mr. Hickey's skin against his. His lips. Against his. He suppresses a shiver, rubs at his lip til it's clean. Til it hurts. Ignoring the burning he feels behind his eyes.

The bell rings out again. Sharp and loud. Insistent. He hugs the linens to his chest, squeezes them tightly once, and climbs back up out of the dark.

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I don't really do tag lists but im gonna tag y'all this time! 🥰

@sunlaire @strogoff-era @creatureprofessor

[bestfriend491]

| Stars ~ Heart Nebula

Queen Ramonda x Gender Neutral Reader

Fic Type: Ficlet (wc: 800)

Summary: Stargazing nights with the Queen.

Tags: Comfort (you deserve it 💙)

“I figured I'd find you here.”

You turned your head towards the voice you heard approaching, but there wasn't much effort needed in guessing who its respective owner was.

“Sthandwa sam,” you sighed, shifting slightly to make room for the figure to sit with you. “I promise I wasn't hiding this time.”

You heard a disbelieving hum come from Ramonda's lips as she sat down next to you, the blanket you'd laid down on the grass offering her plenty of space to settle herself.

“So I reckon it was the stars that called you outside then?” Her voice remained sceptical. With it you knew that you were having an entirely different conversation.

But the words that would prompt the answers she actually wanted weren't being said, so, much like many nights like this, you'd do your best in avoiding all words relating to it.

Instead, you laid your head on her shoulder, your eyes fixed upwards, staring far beyond the both of you.

“Thought I'd try my hand at deciphering those constellations you always claim I'm pretending not to see.”

A short but warm laugh came from her. “You don't even try to connect the dots, my love. I can't help but assume you put on an act so I can show you them over and over again. All to be closer to me.”

“And if I do?” You lifted your head to look at her now, the faintest smile on your face from the implication, and a proud grin on hers from being right.

“Then I suppose I'll keep you close to teach you again.”

And I'll pretend to be listening, you thought, while we both know I'm not paying attention to anything but you.

After all, with her, that was an option. With her, you could pretend that it was just you, her, and the stars. You could let go of a day full of stressors, concluding it with just two things, only to further diminish the stars’ roles in calming you. All in favour of a night spent with her.

You felt her arms wrap around you before even having to ask. The warmth from her body melted away the chill of the night.

You yawned, resting your head back where you'd found comfort on her, “Tell me about the Heart Nebula.”

“The only thing you ever ask about.” she whispered now, a soft sound that seemed made especially to soothe you. Your eyes grew heavy as a testament to that fact.

“The only thing I ever remember.” you corrected, smiling wider at the slightly indignant nudge you received from her. “Tell me about it. Just this one last time.”

Though you both knew of the blatant lie, no further protest was offered. Instead, Ramonda held you closer, looking intently at the sky, before finding what she'd clearly been looking for.

“That,” she pointed north, “is the constellation Cassiopeia. Home to the Heart Nebula.”

You settled more comfortably into her arms, trying, and quickly failing, to see the W-shaped constellation in the sky. Ramonda watched you squint, amusement clear in her expression.

“I'm not gonna find it,” you huffed eventually. “Just pretend I did.”

“You barely tried.” She laughed, but regardless. she continued. “Anyway, the Heart Nebula is an emission nebula known for its dark dust clouds and glowing gases in a primarily deep red colour. And yet its shape is the only thing people seem to find fascination with.”

You hummed “The shape adds to the romance.”

“It's a nebula. I don't think it formed with the intention of romance-”

“Ramonda…”

“Okay, okay,“ she relented, her attention back on you. “Its heart shape, as randomly formed as it was, does in fact add to its romantic connotation. A symbol of cosmic love, they call it.”

She continued listing facts, some you'd heard before, and others she must have recently looked to find in anticipation of another night spent stargazing with you.

Strangely, you held more patience looking for the nebula. Spending minutes aimlessly searching for it wasn't quite as frustrating as being unable to see constellations. The Heart was there, regardless of how far away. Unlike the seemingly impossible-to-point-out lines connecting stars you would argue didn't connect in the ways assumed, the heart was undeniable. Something worth waiting to observe.

“I think I see it.” your voice eventually came soft and sleep-seeking.

“Mm?” Ramonda asked, and you nodded. “And how does it look to you, sthandwa? Does it radiate cosmic love?”

Your eyes had slipped closed again by now, all images of the far away object a vague memory already, but still, you nodded again.

You could see it, because you could feel it. If not from the object itself, then from the woman who described it. And as you rested for the first time in what felt like too long, that was more than enough.

[meraki-yao]

came here after reading your ficlets on ao3 and I love them so so much!!! could you write 'an unreturned item of clothing' for taynick pls pls pls?

thank you so much! 💙

I'm really fucking late so I'm compensating with more of a short fic than a ficlet :D Also oh my goodness thank you so much for both reading my ficlets on ao3 and the prompt!!! This ended up being a lot of fun to write

Also stretching the definition of "clothing but bare with me" (thought about writing the TIOY premiere suit but realised that was gonna be too much)

It started off as a joke, really. Tay wore those hilariously hideous yellow sunglasses everywhere. Even if it wasn’t sunny enough for shades, the plastic glasses would be sitting in his pocket or his bag. Nick laughed at him the first couple of times he saw Taylor with them: for a man who’s an experienced model and clearly knows how to dress himself, he is weirdly obsessed with this one pair of sunglasses that look closer to something to that a kid would wear on a hot day in Disneyland than someone booked for a Prada show. “I dunno,” Taylor shrugs with a chuckle, “I just like them.” It’s sweet, to hear Taylor like something without needing any justification. That’s something simple that you don’t really get to see in adults, especially in their industry. They go on to shoot through the summer, the rare months when London actually has a decent amount of sunlight and pleasant weather. The sun shines on them when they’re swinging on a hammock, when they’re playing volleyball, when they lay on the floating platform in the middle of the Thames and talking about their future, when Nick or Henry, he doesn’t really know anymore, impulsively presses a kiss onto Taylor or Alex’s shoulder unprompted, when they tangle their fingers and flex them together, Taylor’s long fingers fully encompass Nick’s own hands. They step on land, the sweet honey-like atmosphere still tingling in the air, filling the space with static electricity. The sun light is starting to burn and Nick has to squint his eyes as they make their way back to their trailers. “Here.” Yellow sunglasses are shoved in front of Nick's face. “What the- I am not wearing those.” He pouts. Taylor laughs. “You can’t fucking open your eyes baby, just put ‘em on.” Nick puts on the shades. Taylor continues to chuckle, “Looks way better on you than me Nicky!” Nick huffs, but grins back nonetheless and wears them back to the trailer. Then back to his place. And then… Well, he just… never gave them back. Taylor never asks, he doesn’t bat an (obnoxiously long, what the hell) eyelash when he comes over at night and they end up asleep on the couch leaning on each other, doesn’t ask about it when it’s another day shooting in the rare sunlight of England, doesn’t question it when Nick folds the shades against his collar on one of the cast’s brunch dates. He realises this the day Casey’s on set, where they’re all supposed to be anxiously waiting for the election results, when he’s waiting for the crew to organise the set and finds himself fiddling with the yellow sunglasses. He thinks of Taylor and his sunny smile and bright voice, of Alex and his unending love and brave bold heart, and the two images overlap into something more complete: not quite reality, not quite fictional. He pats down his tie: the one with the yellow rose of Texas, puts on the shades and takes a little selfie. It’s only right after all the pics of Tay with these that are out there. He sends it to Taylor. “See! You look cute with them <3” Tay replies within a few seconds. Nick doesn’t stop the bubbling sensation expanding in his chest.

[bnsni]

HEyooo, Soundwave requestor here again. This time to actually give ya the request!

Righty so, as said before, this request is a sequel to the fem!bot squid!s/o ficlet. So, for this I've got a couple of scenarios in mind, but I'll some of those for future requests!

Anyhow, how about Soundwave introducing S/O to his casettes, how they interact with her, what they think of her, etc.

SOUNDWAVE. FEM.BOT.SQUID. S/O

|[part one ]|

YOU peered over your servos, curling the digits around the glass rim of the mini-aquarium.It was a nine feet tall container, accommodating your height, as well as your size, allowing you to swim around freely.

“Why's she lookin' at me weird."

Soundwave had conjured it up swiftly within a matter of days. You remembered a kind of warmth pulsed in your spark, relief and adoration mottled into one, when he told you that.

As, after all, following initial meeting with the decepticon, you doubted the notion of him ever coming back. It wasn't rocket science. Every being in close proximity of your own, whether it was intentional or not, is guaranteed too maim themselves injured or dead.

If you were to prevent that, suppressing your field proves to be another problem. Holding it taut for for so long only reels you nauseous, spinal strut shuddering with an intensity more vehement than any lacerating wound would pulse.

But, at the sight of him returning with another mech (an intimidating one, if you had to add ) the prospect doesn't seem all that delusional. Not when he had gently lifted you up from the waters, a servo on your tail, and the other on your back, sauntering towards a make-shift carrier not too far from the shore.

"We have to ensure her outer platings are constantly moisturized." Shockwave, you remembered his name, droned off to your new companion. "Her build is naturally divergent from our own. Years of decade long exposure to water, maybe even more, had caused the outer epidermis to conform to the surroundings. If not handled with care, the oxygen will rust the platings and the ramifications will be severe."

Soundwave had left swiftly with his scientist after depositing you in the container, assuring that it won't be long before he comes back. You're now left in the company of two eccentric little bots. Little bots that dawdled in front of the aquarium, unbothered.

"I'm tellin' ya, she's lookin' at me weird."

You blink tentatively. They were so small. Around the height of a human if you had to guess, if not — just a little taller.

"Oi! Rumble,” You dipped at the sound of a smack.

The other (black red, you note) groaned, clutching his helm. “Hey, hey! Watch the head! Watch the head! I'm not fussin' knockout for a cracked helm after getting my servo fixed! You know how he is eith second appointments.”

Blue, meanwhile, fisted his hips and narrowed his optics. "Then, watch that mouth if you don’t wanna have big red after ya' spark.”

“Can’t help it if she looks weird, fussbrain.”

“And you’re gonna be guts deep in a pit ‘cause a’that? I'll gaurantee ya' a clock in the head if bossman hears."

You settled your chin on the glass, observing them prattle away. Mini-figures, moving. Gestures and expressions, animated.

"Oi, looks are subjective, alright? You find ‘er normal. I find ‘er abnormal. I’m honest about it. I’m an honest mech.” Rumbles puts a servo on his chest. “At least, I ain’t no screamer.”

"You just might be with how much slag's spooling out of that intake!”

"Ugh. Just look at the tails!"

Blue vents, complies with a swivel , and inspects you, squinting of his optics. He snorts.

Frenzy ignores his biting tone and continues his examination. “Too lifey to be tails. What tail is on someone's shoulder, eh? I see 'em moving, too. Oi! You. You’re pulling your field back, you scared or something?”

"I don't think they're tails, Rumble.”

“What’s it then, her brain?”

"....Not at all.” You say demurely. But your tendrils stiffen when their own fields eases over. As if they’re experimenting.

Rumble cocks a brow, "Oh, good. She speaks."

"Course she does, idiot. What she gonna do, sing?"

“You know what? A performance ain’t too bad right now to be honest.”

"Rumble, Frenzy : mind your manners."

"Oh, slag. Right. Sorry about that.”

They both stiffened, swivelling around in time to meet the gaze of their, you weren't so sure how to describe their relationship, sire? Towering over the two.

“Your field.” He warns.

You visibly loosened when the pressure of their field retracted. Frenzy blinks at the noticeable change while Rumble says nothing.

“I’d like ta’ see you try, fussbrain.”

“‘pologies bossman." He starts. "We're, uh, a little curious."

“Too curious.” Frenzy mutters, earning a hard kick to his shin. He grunts and they both swivel, face to face, fists locked and loaded for a brawl.

“Oh, I oughta give that servo a nice beating until big red comes around and scoops ‘em up like broken egg shells. Ya hear?”

Soundwave strides past the two bickering mini-cons and straight towards the container. Your tendrils relax a the sight of him approaching. No longer bristling, you teeter close to the glass wall. He puts a servo on the surface and you do, as well, grasping the pulse of warmth behind the glass.

You give him a small smile and somewhere behind his visors you notice a crinkle of his optics.

“Rumble, Frenzy.” He swiveled around and gave out your designation. “Introduce yourself.”

“This one there. That bugger is Rumble.” Frenzy points, “And I’m frenzy. I woulda shake ya’ servos but missy is nine feet off the ground and i’m seven feet short.”

“It’s alright. No need for that.” You said.

“She’ll be staying with us for a while. I’m expecting her welcome is to be warmly embraced.”

Rumble greets you with a careless wave of his servo. “Oh, she’ll be fine with us. No worries, there. We’ll keep ‘er good company as long as she doesn’t piss off Ravage and get ‘er tail stuck in a kitty’s claw. Ain’t that right, squid?”

That was….highly specific. Ravage?They seem quite the charmer. Let’s hope you won’t encounter that problem anytime soon. Pissing off Ravage and the like. You gave them a sheepish smile and nod. “Thank you for, ah, accepting me. I know this isn’t easy to see a new face around.”

“Squid.” Frenzy says blandly.

Soundwave meets your gaze. “She’s a neutral.”

Rumble shrugs. “Didn’t say it was hard.”

“Uh, how long is a while?” Frenzy looks up. “Won’t Megatron have a thing or two to say about ‘er buddies?”

“But—" Rumble begins.

“A nuetral.” He says more firmly. “That’s all there is to her faction. And you’re going to refer it that way, am I clear?”

The mini con glanced to each other for a moment. To you, then to Soundwave. Frenzy shrugs, as though he couldn’t care less. mumbling a simple “A’ight.” While Rumble grins, gleaming with chesire smugness.“If you say so, boss.”

[xxsycamore]

Fanfic Writer Wrapped - 2024 Version!

I saw @rjthirsty do this and figured it's a great excuse to ramble for a bit! The last days of the year were hectic for me and I couldn't say much outside of the statistics I put together for my Writing summary, so I'll do that now. Credit goes to @asirensrage !

What fic did you work on the most this year? Without a doubt, Monster Villains Night (NSFW). I totally underestimated what I was getting into, with it hitting 7,825 words overall. It was Halloween Eve when I came up with the idea for it, 12 different smut scenarios with 12 different monsters, thinking "what if... Nine Nights but without the plot and with shorter scenarios... I can get it done RIGHT NOW!" - I didn't. I remember I was drinking and when I returned to my laptop later that night, already sleepy and tired, the wip left at scenario #2, I was mad at the thought of missing the holiday's timeframe so I came up with the idea to divide it into 3 parts, four scenarios each. I willed myself to write the remaining two for part 1, a bit half-assedly, and posted it. Thinking that I'd get the two other parts done with in the next couple of days. Part 2 was posted a whole month later 😭 The reason? The nature of the fic itself. The focus is the monsterfucking, of course, and since I haven't written that before, I wanted to do it justice. But also this is anonymous sex, so another key feature is putting just the right amount of traits and mannerisms of the characters so the reader can have fun guessing who is who. But also we can't get straight into it because sexual tension is important. But also, it has to make sense where and how the deed is done with that fixed setting of a party in Crown castle. And returning to the first point, do you know how demanding Monsterfucking is? You have to know your monster, and you have to make use of their inhuman traits in ways you might not have considered if all you wrote so far is human sex. I mean, that's the exact mental gymnastics that make me love writing, the problem is that it's not happening as fast as I want it to happen. A large chunk of me working on this series was brainstorming and researching different monsters. Matching monsters with suitors. Coming up with the stupid adjectives for the titles, HAHA. It all kept me stimulated for a long time, and I admit it took me so long because somewhere along the way I started thinking "if I'm gonna write monsterfucking once, then might as well write it properly", going all in. Some scenarios reached 1k words because of that, and I'm not a fan of the inconsistency in both the length and the quality, but oh well! I got stuck on scenario #8 for a while, but as the year approached its end, I got motivated to finish at least this part - and the satisfaction of posting it somehow motivated me to write all the remaining scenarios the very next day, I don't know how did that happen. Now that it's all been done, I'm really proud of it! In the end, the idea has been executed. It was a small ark in my writing journey, another new thing I tried!

Did you have any fic writing goals? Did you meet them? Yes, I do actually set writing goals at the beginning of each year! I never know how busy or stressed I might be during the upcoming year, so I try to make the goals as realistic as possible - setting a total wordcount that is far below what I usually reach, for instance. Some of my goals are "write at least 1 of the special napo fics that I've been planning to write since 2020" (i failed to do this one, again) and "write the remaining requests" (I'll be frank here i don't even know what this is referring to but i nope i didn't do it, i have a fresh batch of requests however). But I don't put a big importance on those goals, so it's all fine!

How many fics did you work on this year? 111, ficlets and headcanons included.

How many new fics did you post this year? Almost all of them.

Did you update any old/previously posted fics this year? What were they? Oh, the Napoleon kink headcanons! I'll be updating this series from time to time, and requests for them are always open. Other than that, I finished Paradiso Terrestre (NSFW), the birthday mini-series for Napoleon that I started last year.

Do you have a favourite fic you wrote? Nine Nights (NSFW), but King's Game (NSFW) is a close second.

What’s your favourite passage that you wrote this year? Good thing I've made a handy compilation of passages from all my works this year! (under the cut of this post) I'd pick this one, from Nine Nights (NSFW) - Your gaze moves from Liam’s pretty lips curling in a small laughter as he conversates with Harrison, to Harrison stretching out while he listens; to Elbert’s tall frame as he looks out the window next to them, to Alfons staring at him, putting one leg over the other as he stirs the steamy liquid in his cup. - Nothing special about it at first glance, but this is the turning point in the fic - this thorough observation shows that the reader's principles have already snapped, she can't help but fill her head with impure thoughts.

Favourite line of dialogue this year? “…What’s a Nissan Pulsar?”

Favourite POV? (or rather what POV did you use the most this year?) Reader's POV, of course! I love using it and directing the attention towards what I assume would be most interesting about the situation for the person who's reading the fic. Also, reader's POV in Napoleon fics feels so natural because I'm practically writing my own POV, hehe! I tend to be a bit more self-indulgent in those, but I still keep a general Reader's POV in mind.

Did you find yourself repeating a word or phrase in your writing this year? If so, what was it? I'm sure there's at least one I'm not aware of HAHA... It's definitely something in the smut fics, a specific description of an action...? Maybe the way I describe the climax. Also, while I try to avoid eponymous adjectives (I just don't like those! the blonde, the French, the taller man, etc...) but for some reason I've replaced Alfons' name with "the hedonist" at least a couple of times. I just like it, I don't know why.

How did you help other writers this year? (i.e. leaving comments, reviews, beta reading, offering advice, etc) Similar to what happened to my writing in 2024 compared to the previous year, I've also left fewer but longer comments. I can't help myself when I think "this small detail here, the writer would be so happy to know I noticed and appreciated it, so I have to make sure I point it out!" and suddenly I've written a lengthy comment once again... I want to find the balance about this too, just like with my own writing, so that I can have the energy for a larger quantity. Because there are so many fics I like but sometimes I stupidly leave without saying anything because "I can't find the words to say anything worthy for the quality of this fic" - while at the same time knowing full well as a fellow writer that a mere keysmash is more than enough........ It's hard! Other than that, I wrote a post with Tips about writing Napoleon! The challenges I hosted might count towards helping writers, I hope? Especially the masterlists, I sincerely hope I'm giving the writers at least some reach that way. Beta reading is not my forte :D Please don't ask me to do that for you, I'm gonna leave the worst typos untouched without realizing it. But giving advice, I'm always open to that, so please don't hesitate if you have a question, I'll do my best to help.

Did you receive any advice that resonated to you this year? I've seen so many posts through the years nudging writers to be more self-indulgent but I think in 2024 I listened to them the most. While looking back at my stuff for the Writing summary, I just had to stop to fully read fics like Overheat (NSFW) and Crybaby (NSFW) because, well, it's something I'd stop to read. I could have written it differently in some parts to appeal to what I THINK might be more widely considered sexy, but instead, I wrote it the way I felt like in the moment, to my own liking.

What did you enjoy most about writing fic this year? As usual, sealing the moment, capturing the mood I was at the moment of writing those fics. Being able to look at a fic title and instantly go back and remember where I was sitting while I wrote it, what was the weather like, what part of the day it was, what song I listened to on repeat.

What did you enjoy the least? My perfectionism getting in the way, more than usual too. I can't seal the moment if I'm stuck on trying to reword something, I have a limited time before the mood changes and I don't have inspiration anymore.

Who was your favourite character to write for? Napoleon is a given but other than him I want to say Clavis and Alfons.

Did you have a song on repeat while writing this year? THANK YOU FOR THIS QUESTION. The notable ones are Four out of Five by Arctic Monkeys for King's Game (NSFW) (since the atmosphere was so similar to Late August Night Tryst (NSFW) where I directly reference the song); Salvatore By Lana Del Rey for Overheat (NSFW); Driving My Love by Anri for Joyride (NSFW); Put Me In A Movie (No Kung Fu version) by Lana Del Rey for Lights, Camera, Action (NSFW); The Wretched by Nine Inch Nails for Nine Nights (NSFW); Prom Song Gone Wrong by Lana Del Rey for Ludus (NSFW).

Did you make any playlists for your fics this year? What are they? The playlist I made especially for Monster Villains Night (NSFW) which you can find linked somewhere under the title. It was really fun to think of a song to fit each of the 12 monsters.

What’s your favourite thing you made for your fic or character this year? (such as pinterest, moodboards, gifs, etc) The layouts I make for each fic should count since I do get out of my way to make some of the banners into gifs ontop of editing them... I did a mini moldboard for the final part of Paradiso Terreste! (NSFW) The playlist from the previous question too, of course.

What was your most commonly used tag for your fics (on ao3, tumblr, etc)? Oh that's fun, let's find out (god bless ao3's filtering system)... Vaginal Sex (12) .... okay, fair.

Did you participate in any fic writing challenges this year? Not as much as I wanted to, definitely less than in previous years. I wanted to participate in my friends' challenges but in the end I only participated barely in my own challenges. However, I hosted what I think was my best challenge so far, the Sexy Ikemen Summer! I've made a whole post rambling about it on my main blog, so I'm not gonna talk about it here but it was a great project to work on. Visions of Temptation 2024 too, my 5th kinktober challenge. I also joined an Ikevil Gift Exchange which was really fun!

What was your favourite comment/review you received this year? Oh, this is really hard! I have to say that I appreciate them all, I really do remember many of the comments I've received through the years. If I have to pick one, I'll go with this one (if the person is reading this hi hello I hope you're having a great day thank you once again ❤ ). But the comments under Nine Nighs as a whole are very special to me because many of the readers confessed that they're not into that kink but ended up enjoying it, so I'm extra thankful that they decided to give it a try!

What was your top-rated/commented fic this year? ...I'm NOT gonna link it again, but Nine Nighs. I often have this feeling that I'm writing my Magnum Opus (and often say so on my main) but this time I really felt it. I still can't believe I was able to put my brain to work for long enough to write it the way it is, all things considered - it was a pretty rough time of the year for me. My most popular fic overall remains Office Activities (w Roy Mustang) but I'm absolutely bewildered that an ikemen series fic reached up to just 100 notes short of it.

Were there any ideas you wanted to work on this year but you didn’t? ...too many to my own liking. I know it's normal to have wips you eventually abandon, but I'm usually the type to work on one idea at a time and rarely leave unfinished works. This year I've abandoned a Raul Aconite (Cupid Parasite) smut, a Tendo Amahiko (Charisma House) smut, a fic about Leonardo and Napoleon having a bromance moment and bonding over Italian, a Sakaguchi Ango (Bungou to Alchemist) smut, an ikevamp crackfic, one NSFW Napoleon headcanon, two or three Napoleon smuts, and a Tomoegata Naginata (Touken Ranbu) smut... I hope to pick up and finish at least one of them, but I find it very hard to work on something once I lose the time window of my inspiration for it.

Were there any new fandoms or genres you explored this year? In 2023 I wrote for 8 new fandoms, whereas in 2024 I wrote for 0 new fandoms. That's it if we don't count the wips, of course, but I'm still unfulfilled with this... I hope this changes in 2025! As for genres, I don't think I've written anything new, but I did explore more tropes this year, especially nsfw ones.

Is there anything you want to write or try to explore in your writing next year? I want to write more headcanon-type works (something like Our Little Family), I want to try different styles of writing, I want to write shorter works that I feel satisfied with, but most of all I just want to have fun and capture more moments from my daydreams.

Do you have a goal for next year? If so, what is it? To write at least 2 of the Napoleon fics I've had in my head for years. To finish both my 1,5k and 2k followers celebration event requests. To finish at least 1 of last year's wips. To write for at least 3 new characters.

What are your hopes and/or desires for yourself and for other fic writers in the next year? To become even more self-indulgent! I want to write and read fics that feature those specific little details that you just know the author put there because it's something they personally felt/saw/experienced. To leave perfectionism behind and post unpolished works. To be more generous with commenting and giving support to each other.

Ao3 Specific Stats - How many people subscribed to you this year? (User subscriptions) 124 people have me in their email... Why can't I deliberately send them stuff? I want to wish them a good day or something...

What were your total kudos this year? 785!

How many comment threads were created on your fics? 38, many of which I haven't replied to yet and I feel terribly guilty about that.

How many people subscribed to your fics? 14

What was your word count posted on Ao3 this year? 106,847, for a second I thought I wouldn't reach the 100k mark but I did! And this marks 2024 as my 3rd most active year!

How many hits overall on your fics this year? 18,344

What are your top 5 fics (in terms of hits) this year? (links open here and not on ao3) 1. Napoleon Kink Headcanons (NSFW) (2327 hits) 2. Steal My Heart!! 1500 followers special ficlets (2179 hits) 3. Monster Villains' Night (NSFW) (1642 hits) 4. Nine Nights (NSFW) (1171 hits) 5. Off With Your head! (NSFW) (1165 hits)

If you post fics on tumblr, using Tumblr Top! what fic has the most notes? (in total and that you posted this year) In total: Office Activities (NSFW) (513 nots), and for the year: Nine Nights (405 notes)

Did you discover any new fics or fic authors this year? I did! All the mutuals I met this year who are fellow writers - @valkyyriia is the first one that pops up, I instantly went back to where I was sitting reading her Arthur and Comte fics, on my holiday, it's such a nice memory for me. @missaengg too, and all new mutuals from the letters blog... meromerodie on ao3 (Shuuen no Virche)

What was your favourite fic to read this year? Break Me by @nightghoul381 , I still live inside this fic I swear

Who was your favourite fic author this year? @nightghoul381 and @fang-and-feather , this is just exactly my brand of writing, all I could wish for as a reader. You two are so talented and put so much of your heart into your works, it's a pleasure to see it!!!

What fics or authors would you recommend for others to discover and read in the next year? You can just browse my tag for saving favorite fics of mine on my main, but be warned there's a lot of Napoleon there... We're a relatively small community so I'm guessing many of the people reading this already know some names around here - instead, if you want to discover someone new, I encourage you to browse the games' tags here on tumblr and to give a chance to new writers. If you're like me and would gladly devour ANYTHING featuring your fave, then by all means explore more and support small writers!!

What advice would you have for people who might want to try writing or sharing their writing next year? Do it, I know it's cliched by no one else can write this story the way YOU would write it. Even if your idea doesn't seem original to you, remember that the people who love this character would love to read yet another fic of them eating their favorite food or doing their hobby - that's part of why those people love the character, of course they would love to see more of it. Even if there are similar works existing already, you won't copy anyone, trust me. You have your own unique way of portraying things and someone will appreciate that.

Any regrets? None, because even though there are things left undone by the end of the year, I think of all the hardships I had irl and it's enough to make me go, "hey, all of that and I still wrote 100k words? that's awesome". There will always be more that I want to write, I let that motivate me, if anything.

If you reached the end, thank you for listening to me ramble. I'm not rereading all that, so I'm sorry if there are typos or if I don't make sense at times. I don't know when I would post my first fic of the year, I'm trying to take it easy. It seems like it would be a busy year for me irl, but at the same time, I feel like I'm in a better place mentally, and I'm hoping this would show in my hobbies as well. Wishing you all a great 2025 and thank you for sticking around. ❤

[coziestandhoziest]

HI ARE YOU MAKING AN AU OUT OF THAT FICLET BECAUSE IM IN YOUR WALLS oughhh questionably reliable narrator Ford my beloved. He's so shifty he makes me sick <<<333

And STANLEY???? Stanley coping, Stanley giving himself to Ford because it's Good Enough aughhhhhh I'm sorry I'm gnawing on your post please please please say ur gonna go into more detail abt them because waaaaaaaa

- :) e

SMILEYYYYYYY!!!!!!! you don’t have to stay in the walls, pookie. Come in and get comfortable, i will give you all i own 🩷🩷🩷

I do indeed have a backstory for my beloved unhinged Ford. I’m actually working on a continuation right now that goes into his backstory a tiny bit more. It’s just kicking my ass right now because these boys will NOT cooperate with me. THERE WASNT EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE ANY SMUT IN THIS ONE, SMILEY. And it’s not entirely Ford’s fault this time. But I’m as whipped for Stanley as Ford is and I will give that boy whatever he wants (except his original ford back)

but once I finish this ficlet, I will definitely dedicate another post to go into detail about ford’s history and motivations. Spoilers: it’s tragic and he’s a little bit delulu.

Stanley is … going through it. His situation is unique, to say the least, and he’s doing the best he can with what he’s got. But please know that I love that poor sweet boy and my intention is to give him a happy ending. Even if it is a little bittersweet 😔

[eusuntgratie]

2025 wips

thank you for the tag @anincompletelist <3

i am a perpetual too-many-wips disaster so i'm always grateful for an opportunity to lay out what i'm working on.

malex pretty woman au (roswell new mexico)

my next big project is the malex pretty woman au. alex is the rich, detached businessman, michael is captivating in tiny blue shorts and thigh high boots. do you see the vision? i need to make a banner and pick a title!

(i make ONE comment to @bigassbowlingballhead about craving a certain type of fic and suddenly i'm being enabled into my next longfic 🙃). i am genuinely so excited about this one. i've got about 5k written and the whole fic is plotted. i'm thinking this will be in the 25-30k range? maybe? honestly jon is better at estimating my word counts than i am so who knows. still not sure if i'll finish writing this one and then edit and post chapter by chapter or what i'll do, but i think i'll be able to get this one up this year.

firstprince exes (rwrb)

if i have another big project in me i would LOVE to finish my outsider pov firstprince exes fic. i love love love this weird little fic but it is a real challenge to write.

sequels & additional chapters

part 3 of conformation (rnm) will be just alex and michael after their fun with maria at the club. maybe alex will make good on his idea of tying michael up and seeing how much he can take. i could write millions of words of sub!michael please do not tempt me.

chapter 3 of after hours (first prince/rwrb) aka mechanic alex will be alex and henry's first date.

one shots

come back inside is a malexa morning after the airstream scene fic...what if michael convinced alex to stay? this is probably more than half written. malexa my beloved 😍

hunting guide au (tknp, men's hockey rpf). tk hires pat for a guided hunt with his young daughter.

these might not happen 😐

shadow is a buddie fic that was gonna be a big bang fic (which will never happen) but i *could* finish and post the first few chapters as a one shot. featuring baby eddie having his mind blown by a slightly older, extremely gay buck at a college party while visiting his sister.

i wanna be adored is an elliott/marco, marco gets dropped into crystal valley fic that i've written about 5k for but can't quite get to do what i want. when i started writing it there were no kissingchambers fics, but there are lots now! so if you like them you should probably just read those bc this bad boy probably won't see the light of day even though i've got about 5k written.

dumotanger omegaverse college au (men's hockey rpf) - y'know i really love this one and i am unhinged about dumotanger but i think there's just something missing here that i haven't been able to figure out. i'd love to finish it if i do though! i've got maybe 3k written.

okay those are the ones with something significant written. i have LOTS of other abandoned wips and ideas, plus i always like to do some kind of short prompt series. i haven't done femslash february in a while so maybe i could write a few ficlets for that? maybe do some shuffle prompts again? hmmm. we'll see, we'll see.

my askbox and dms are always open for questions about my fic, wips, ideas, etc. <3

open tag for anyone with wips they wanna share!!!