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[caterpillarinacave]

Hello, and happy new year! I read you latest tid fic and I really loved it, do you have any other fairwell snippets you wouldn't mind sharing? It's really cool to see how well you write these characters

(Happy New Year!)

Aw, thank you! It really means so much to hear that; and yes, I do have some snippets! Three from Mea Culpa and one from my drafts. All of these are unedited so fair warning for grammar/spelling/formatting mistakes.

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Charlotte flinched when the needle pierced his skin; Henry did not. 

She turned away from the Silent Brothers, focusing her gaze on her husband’s pale face instead. She never looked up, brushing her hands through his ginger hair, ignoring the feverish heat coming off his skin and how he shook his head every couple of seconds- the same answer to the same question she knew the Brothers were asking.

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“Is there a reason you're taking a bath at midnight?”

“My hair was dirty.” Henry replied simply, as though it was the most average thing in the world,  “And I’m covered in blood and sweat.”

“You're injured,” She pointed out, kneeling beside the tub “You get a pass for some blood in your hair.” 

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He didn’t look well, per say. The heat of the fever, brought on by the healing runes, stuck to his chest, a slight flush coloring his otherwise pale face. His hands were trembling, almost imperceptibly, the tension in his jaw and the shudder in his breath betraying the pain she knew he was still in. 

But the winter moon shone through the window behind him, glowing around him like a halo. His hair was drying into its natural curls, falling in front of his bright eyes and water droplets stuck to his shoulders, dotted with freckles the way stars dotted the sky on a clear night.

“I look terrible.” He began, noting her wandering gaze.

He looked beautiful.

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He was sitting on the floor of an open carriage, his long legs easily reaching the stone pavement. He had a thin book open beside him, the title of which was in a language that Charlotte couldn't quite identify, and seemed to be either sketching or writing something in a small brown leather book he had balanced on his knee. A small jar of dark ink was sitting on a handkerchief, several feet away from what would be convenient to reach for, but carefully removed from the upholstery of the seats and the pages of the books. Despite the caution, it seemed, the knee of his trouser appeared to be stained in ink, and the blue floral pattern on his waistcoat was interrupted by a similar dark blot. 

“Oh,” Henry blinked, looking surprised “Hello.”

[linaslivery]

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SUMMARY౨ৎ it was a rough weekend to say the least. sadie's first tennis tournament didn't exactly go as planned in her mind. how does oscar handle his little girl being to down with herself?

PAIRING ౨ৎ Not really a pairing, but reader makes multiple apperances 🩵

WARNINGS ౨ৎ sadie being a perfectionist :( (me tbh)

A/N ౨ৎ I HAVEN'T SEEN IT FULLY BUT I SAW SNIPPET OF IT 🥹 i can see this happening 100% 🩵 (minus the karting! little sadie is a tennis player in the future 😋) small little imagine for today before i do school notes!! (sadie is about 7 here!)

Part of the Dad Oscar mini-series 🩵

Two sets. Two sets was all it took to get eliminated from her first tournament final.

Sadie sat in the backseat of the car, arms crossed and gaze fixed out the window as the ride remained quiet, with Oscar glancing at her in the rearview mirror, noticing the way her lips pressed together tightly.

She wasn’t one to cry easily. If anything, she hates crying. But at this point, the lump in her throat was undeniable.

Oscar gave a sigh before speaking, “Sadie, you did great. You know that? Getting second in your first ever tournament is amazing.” he smiled softly.

“If i did great then I wouldn’t have lost.” Sadie replied bluntly.

He took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. God, how he wished you were here right now. You’d know what to do. “Sadie, you didn’t lose, you came second. And that’s something to be proud of.”

“Second is first to lose.” Sadie replied, rather quickly as she fiddled with her fingers while looking out the window.

Oscar gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, the weight of Sadie’s words hanging in the air. He understood her frustration all too well, but it was hard to see his little girl already feeling the pressure of expectations.

“I get why you're upset, Sadie,” Oscar started, glancing at her in the mirror. “I really do. But you know what? I didn’t win all the time either, especially not at the beginning of karting. It takes time, and every time you play, you’re learning something new.”

Sadie didn’t respond right away, her eyes still fixed out the window, but Oscar could see the slight frown on her face.

“And you know, you always keep the memories with you,” Oscar added softly, remembering what he had said in that interview not long ago. “Every match, every race, every time you give it your all—it stays with you. It’s not about always being the best. It’s about getting better and enjoying what you do.”

“Do you always remember the times you lost?” Sadie asked quietly, her voice breaking the silence as she turned to look at him.

“…Some more than others.” Oscar replied.

“What about wins?”

“Everyone remembers when they win.”

“Even your first win in Hungary that the team messed up the pit stops making the whole race behind Lando and when lando didn’t change positions until the very end?” Sadie asked, tilting her head slightly with her blunt tone.

“…You know, you’re making this really hard for me to comfort you now.” Oscar blanked.

“I know,” Sadie replied, the corners of her lips twitching up ever so slightly, despite her sadness. “That’s why I said it.”

Oscar couldn’t help but stifle a laugh, “Well, thank you for that, Sadie… but seriously,” Oscar said, his voice softening again, “I know it’s tough, but you should be proud of yourself. It’s not about comparing yourself to me, or anyone else for that matter. Tennis is your thing. It’s your journey. You love playing, right?”

Sadie’s frown deepened. “…mhm.”

Oscar noticed Sadie’s eyes wandering to the tennis bag in the backseat, her small fingers tracing the strap. Her thoughts were clearly elsewhere, but he took the opportunity to continue. “Nothing comes from nothing, Sadie. It’s okay to be sad and want to do better, but don’t ignore the amount of effort you put into it.

Sadie was quiet for a moment, her little fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt as she mulled over Oscar's words. "But it’s not enough," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Oscar's heart squeezed at the sight of his daughter, so young and already feeling the weight of expectation. “Sadie, you don’t have to be the best at everything right away," he said gently, “and you don’t have to be as good as me, either… besides, I’m barely any good at padel, let alone tennis.”

Sadie finally turned to look at him, her expression serious. “But you’re always good, Daddy. Everyone always says how great you are.”

Oscar bit his lip, trying to think of how to explain it in a way she would understand. “That’s because I’ve been doing this for a long time. Sadie, you’re young. You have time to grow.”

Sadie stayed quiet, though her frown softened just a bit. Oscar smiled softly, taking that as a sign to keep going. “You love tennis, right? That’s what matters. If you enjoy it, you’ll keep getting better. And guess what? I’ll be there to watch every match.”

“You really think I did good?” Sadie asked hesitantly, her voice smaller now, as though she was afraid to believe it.

Oscar nodded, catching her gaze in the rearview mirror. “I know you did. I was watching, remember? Every single serve, every single shot. You didn’t give up, even when it was tough. That’s what makes you great.”

Sadie finally met his eyes in the mirror. “But I wanted to win.”

“I know you did. But you’ll have more matches, more chances. It’s okay to be sad now, but you should also be proud of what you did today.” Oscar paused before adding, “Plus, second place means you’re already better than most people on the court.”

That earned him a tiny smile from Sadie. "I guess.” she mumbled, her hand resting on her tennis bag.

“Now… ready to show your Mum your trophy?”

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“Second place? …In your first tournament?” You asked, stopping what you were doing to look at the pair that just returned home.

Sadie stood next to Oscar, her tennis bag slung over her shoulder and the silver trophy cradled in her arms. Her gaze was still shy, as though unsure whether her result was something to be proud of.

Oscar gave you a small, knowing smile, as if to say, Please help me here.

You knelt down, meeting Sadie’s eyes as she shifted on her feet. “That’s amazing, Sadie!” you exclaimed, your voice full of pride. “Second place in your first ever tournament? That’s incredible!”

Sadie blinked, as if she hadn’t expected your reaction to be so positive, her lips parting in surprise at the compliment, making her cheeks slightly redden. She looked at you for a long moment before glancing at Oscar, who place a hand on her shoulder. "But I wanted to be first…" she whispered, her voice trailing off.

"I know," you replied softly, nodding in understanding. "And that’s okay. It’s good to want to win, but it's also okay not to win every time. What's important is that you did your best, and look—" you pointed to the trophy in her hands, "you still achieved something incredible. Second place out of all those players? That’s huge."

Sadie’s eyes finally lifted to meet yours, and you could see the tension in her shoulders ease a little, though she still looked unsure. "You really think so?" she asked, her voice small.

“It’s not just me.. we know so.”

Oscar watched the exchange, his heart swelling as he saw the tension ease from Sadie’s small frame. You always knew exactly what to say.

“Now,” you said, pulling back slightly and smiling at her with a playful glint in your eyes, “how about we put that beautiful trophy somewhere special? I think it deserves a place on the self, don’t you?”

Sadie nodded, her earlier disappointment fading away bit by bit. “Yeah… I think so.”

Besides, there was still more that the future holds.

[roxineedstosleep]

Could you do a snippet for yandere platonic Batfam where reader accidentally gets hurt and is able to hide it for a few days until someone (May be Dick?) finds it and asks / gets upset about it? Love your writing!!! ♥️♥️♥️♥️

Hi there!!!

First of all: Thank you sweetie!

It's been a while since I've written, mostly because of the university, I'm about to graduate and I'm crazy because I'm approaching my final exams (I even have to defend my research work to be able to get my bachelor's degree)!

But, I got to thinking a bit about what you have written above… and even more so because I myself am a little bit crashed after my last film shoot for my final year of my degree. And can I just say that being in a bad way and having to hide it is terrible.

So… here goes!

(I'm sorry if I sound a bit comical in this writing, but I think the best way to get over something is to laugh at yourself a bit so you don't think about the pain too much; I hope you enjoy it anyway.)

Disclaimer: I don't know if you've noticed, but English is not my native/mother tongue. Occasionally, when I think too much, I write them in my language and then translate it in a trusted translator. So, if there's a grammatical problem or a strange term, it's the translator's fault.

Let's face it… having a large family is terribly exhausting.

It's never quiet enough, everyone is in everyone else's business, you can't leave your favorite mermelade in the fridge for less than a day. Someone is always occupying the bathroom or using your favorite shampoo or watching something on TV at too much volume and someone is probably occupying your bed at nap time.

Did I mention about meddling too much in other people's business? Yes? Well… triple it.

Having multiple siblings was new.

Having multiple siblings, a father and a butler/grandfather isn't exactly bread and butter either.

It wouldn't be so bad to belong to a large and numerous one if it was your blood family and you had lived with them all your life. I mean, sometimes blood is too thick and you have no choice but to learn to love them or just be nice to each other.

Like I said, it wouldn't be so bad if they were really your family.

But the Waynes were not your family. Not distant relatives or anything like that.

You were just living your life, as quietly as possible… and poof!

New room, new butler/grandfather, pets beyond belief, 4 new male siblings and a father with serious emotional constipation issues. And, to add more salt to your wound…. all have serious abandonment issues and death-related trauma.

After several escape attempts, sleep strikes, hunger strikes and any other kind of protest that an anarchist could be proud of… you realized that it was simply impossible to get out of this without risking the path of death.

Which, to top it all off, was also unreliable because apparently your older brother Jason had revived as well as another of your siblings. So no, dying was also not a viable option to which one could resort in the worst case scenario.

What to do?

Well, not much. Trying not to die of suffocation of affection or finding a way to have privacy while going to the bathroom just seemed to be the best survival tools you could resort to.

What does that entail?

It implies that Tim was going to give you hours and hours of lectures on his latest discovery of a case, even if you don't understand half the things he's told you or mentioned at all.

Richard and Damian trying to teach you new tricks almost every second, taking you to the Zoo or not leaving you alone to go to the bathroom.

That Jason, oh holy cow he is the only one more relaxed, takes you with him on his motorcycle to eat ice cream and to the public library. Without being able to scape, because it seems that you have a kind of GPS inserted in the bone marrow.

(Sometimes you don't know if it's true or not, but sometimes you also felt pain between your bones, almost during the cold seasons, and you didn't want to burst your poor little head thinking of different viable possibilities knowing them. No scars, no remembering anythins about any surgery).

Have a grandfather who will not hesitate to make you cookies, your favorite foods whenever you want … without leaving you aside at any time.

Plus a terribly quiet father, who if he can will carry you for as long as you spend time together, won't let you near the secret basement and enjoys being in the same room with you.

Do you see any privacy in this?

No, because even at the bathroom door would be the pets trying to get in and see you for themselves while you want to do your business.

The worst of that? Titus always judge you when you close the curtains.

As I mentioned and it was clear: Having a large family implies little privacy… Having a large, obsessive family means NO privacy.

So, knowing that you have over 50 nanochips tracking in all your clothes, two security monitors embedded - God knows how - in your body (monitors that only tell you if you are in designated safe place), 20 high definition surveillance cameras in every room and a Great Dane chasing you like a chick …. How the heck do you fall down the stairs and hit your pelvic bone without anyone noticing?

No kidding, how?

And if you had to blame someone for your fall… you'd totally blame Damian for it.

It's not that the kid pushed you down the stairs, but over time he had tamed himself into various things and relaxed into looking his age. You know!!! He started acting like a normal teenager!

What do Damian's kids do at his age? Well, they leave things lying around and have messing around them when they can, of course they do!

You just wanted some yogurt with orange marmalade. Maybe some oatmeal cookies. Alfred had left it for you in the fridge when he noticed you'd been watching video tutorials on homemade marmalade for hours. Who were you to deny such a gesture of generosity?

I mean, Alfred was the one who allowed you to hide in the attic for hours on end so you could have some time to yourself.

And how did it end? You, slipping down the main stairs of the old Wayne mansion, down a nicely polished wooden staircase, rolling all the way down (which is no small flight of stairs, it should be noted) to the bottom of the first floor.

Now, lying on the ground is not so bad in itself. What is bad is not being able to feel your legs and still not being able to understand how you manage to tidy up your neural wiring so that your legs can still move on their own and go to the kitchen to rescue all the delicacies Alfred left you in time.

And it's a good thing you managed to do it… because within seconds Bart had rushed in to ransack the fridge and the fruit basket.

But that's not the point.

The important thing is that this time you managed, I insist a little on the feat of action, to climb up to your room and not notice how you couldn't really feel your legs.

You ate, you lay down… and to your bad or good luck, you couldn't get up …. and without anyone noticing there was an emergency and everyone went out to sort it out.

Weak limbs, limited movement and you don't want to mention the embarrassing actions you did in order to go to the toilet.

It's not like you hid it either, I mean, there was no one who could even notice because they weren't entirely available to watch you. Nor is it that you would have run away, otherwise they would have been at your side in less than a second.

The detail, as they insist, is that you had probably bruised your back badly and your body was now taxing you extra for your food craving.

I insist, you did not hide anything.

But still, when you're found completely itchy on the floor, ridiculously trying to run away in the direction of the bathroom… that's when everyone really goes crazy.

First, having to carry you and not dying of embarrassment when you notice that Bruce definitely doesn't give a damn about having to carry you to the bathroom and do almost everything for you.

Or having Dick and Jason carry you and fit you into some kind of weird medical scanner they have in the cave.

Or that Tim keeps track of your periods, types of meds you take and, for fuck's sake, knows how the fuck to inject something into your spine.

Or that Damian had the gall to look a little embarrassed when he heard that a pair of boxers lying outside the laundry basket was to blame for all this.

NO matter.

At the end of the day they heal you, pamper you, leave you alone when you need to take a nap and figure out a way to fix it without looking like complete maniacs who built some kind of internal plumbing that sucks up the dirty laundry and throws it straight into the washing machine.

Like the time they didn't look like maniacs by sanding all the edges of the tables and nightstands.

Or the time they bought a whole brand of sanitary towels when they realised that not all women use tampons.

Don't worry, they're looking out for you… even if they look like deranged Arkhan freaks in the process.

[jupitermoontarot24]

POV: You're In a Scary Movie 🎃 Villain or Victim?🔪

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Piles 1-5 and oh yea... BOO

Pile 1🤬

You would be the villain. I think you would be the villain because you're sexy and you bring all the cats to the yard.  you provide food and comfort. It's like if everybody in the neighborhood had cats and dogs and you put dog treats in your yard everyday, you know you will be attracting everybody's dog. like can you stop? lol and you might just be like oh well I'm just giving the dogs a treat but everybody else is like no. Yeah it's like you're so connected with people that people are like getting hypnotized. In this scary movie you could be seducing somebody's wife or seducing a couple. So the reason why you would be a villain in this is because maybe people wouldn't know what you're doing with the people that are seduced. like where do they go and what happens to them? Yeah it gives you collect souls or you do something with them. Okay so it could be like this couple has joined a cult. they look to you as a savior, as a guidance for them. It could be somebody else who's trying to get away from being hypnotized in this movie because they're afraid that it will cause them to  spiral. But honestly it seems like it's real true guidance from Spirit though. like in this movie you are looked at as a villain but it's just because this person is scared of the real truth. okay it seems like this person could be watching a couple be seduced by you or alert by you so this person is on high alert because they're like pile four is alluring people into them. So the only reason you're the villain in this movie is because you're the magician. So kind of like how people will burn witches at the stake but all witches are not bad witches. Pile 1 doesn't just have one person, they have two people, they have multiple people so what are they doing behind the scenes? They could also be getting Karma in this movie but it's weird because they don't see you doing anything like they can't see what you're doing so it could be like maybe you're doing magic. So in this scary movie this person is suspicious of you. They don't come to you and fight you but they might go to the man in the couple and see why or they might get in contact in some type of way. for some people the couple that you seduce is not together anymore because they both like you were one of them likes you more. Okay so to this person in this movie your villain plan would be to send out a frequency that reaches people and makes them loyal to you and then you harvest their energy or their souls and it makes you more abundant in the physical world. I think you do send out a frequency that goes to people, it brings them to their higher self it brings them to a piece of Nirvana and helps them gather resources for themselves strength…or it’s a evil ploy. It gives dr.doofinsmirk

Victim: none?/ everyone

Uzumaki

Pile 2 🔪

Okay so you would be the victim. they're going to be somebody who is obsessed with you or really really likes you. but the thing is this person wouldn't want you to be out they wouldn't want you to be a hot girl. no other girl no other person would be enough for this person but you.This person can already have a partner/girlfriend but they don't satisfy them enough. like this gives Joe energy from the show where it's like he might be obsessed with somebody but then once he gets them he becomes obsessed with somebody else. they would try to trap you but I feel like you would trap them instead. The crazy thing is is that you do know this person but it's not like you guys were ever in a relationship like you could have just worked together you could have went to school together, you could have mutual friends that ended up at the same places but this is not somebody who you romantically were involved with.I don't like this energy like that like the other pile was a little bit lighter but this person is kind of dark. So in this scary movie this could be a group of people or just a specific person but I feel like they feel that getting you would even the odds like it would make whatever situations balanced. Okay so this person probably did have a accomplice. it seems like this person could have manifested through their third eye basically evil eye because the third eye is very significant so this person could have been sending evil eye and trying to infiltrate you through the mind. The villain was trying to infiltrate you from the inside so you would basically unravel and be lost. Yeah, it seems like you were very hot girlish because this is Bratz rock angelz as the picture so I feel like you're somebody who was on the go, who was cool, who really left a impression on people and on this person specifically. so this is somebody that you could have just met on your adventures like not somebody that you really deep involved with. The accomplice could have made it their mission to make you cry. Maybe they didn't see you as emotional,  maybe you didn't come off like that and this person could have come up as emotional but you give steady and calm and balanced. They tried to plant things in your mind that weren't true basically make you crack,make you sweat. Okay so you're the main goal of the villain could have been to knock you off play with your head maybe close down certain chakras. Basically make you scared/ scare you off. I feel like everything dark comes to light and this person didn't want you to shed light on them so they were trying to cloud your judgment. They could have tried to do this through accomplice.So you definitely beat this villain by playing the switcheroo. you could have lured them to a certain place expecting you to be there but you aren't and instead you got them accomplished. it seems like they get offed energetically though I think you and your lover so maybe you can have like a surprise lover in this movie but they come and you guys energetically kill them off so it almost gives like couple versus couple or just accomplice versus accomplice like Kim Possible. Checkout pile 3

Villian: associate, could have been one your friends.

Blink twice, Bratz rock angelz ,death proof

Blink twice

MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING FOR THIS MOVIE

Pile 3 👻

Unfortunately pile three you would be a victim. You would be a victim for being the it girl/boy. Have you watched this movie form the picture Love Don't Cost a Thing ? The girl in the middle and her friends were kind of mean. So this could start off with somebody liking you romantically. This could also be a situation where your friend is obsessed with you like obsessed with you being The It Girl. In this scary movie I think you could be coupled up with somebody so you could be dating somebody and the whole time one of your friends is plotting to mess it up. it gives me Mean Girls. Regina George was looked at as the bad guy, it could be said that that was her karma but Cady pretended to be her friend to sabotage and then she fell in love with her boyfriend that's messed up lol. in this scary movie you're just doing your thing being perfect, being beautiful, dressing amazing, being the main character and you attract someone's attention :a guy/girl?. but you have a whole bunch of Love offers because you're the most popular good looking person around and there's a particular person that proposes something to you and one of your friends sees it and they're like I don't like this. they're like that offer should be made to me? why does this person get everything? Why do they look so good? Why are they so alluring. so they gather up weaponry maybe not literally but different things to make this downfall. Yes so this could be a situation where this friend is only popular because they're around you..  the person that wants you romantically could be real popular as well they could be really good looking and they can have a lot of money.  I feel like this person was already maybe shallow in the first place but when you got with this person it was too much. So I think it would be two people because it is two friends in the picture but one specific person could have been the one trying to really seek out the revenge. The thing is that I feel like realistically it wouldn't work like this person wouldn't succeed at this plan. but you would still be the victim because the plan was made for you but I feel like you will get out of this in such a smooth way that it's funny. I feel like the universe will protect you to the point where you might notice something is off, but it works out like you might not have to do much to get this person away. this is not the type of scary movie where you are fighting to the death at the end with the killer no. this is the scary movie where you do know there's something off and you sense something's off and maybe you're having some type of paranormal experience but it ends up getting solved and the two people kind of disappear or disintegrate off. So in this scary movie it's like one friend would actually have been doing something and you can feel it and the other person probably will try to gas light you. so you could be like something's wrong I feel something is off and it could be specifically this person and the second friend is like you're crazy I don't like when you act like this I don't know if I can be friends with you anymore.Orrrrr they could have just been like you're overreacted its nothing take a chill pill, yeah this person could have been shallow like I said so they could have just been worrying about their looks and how they feel when you were likenreally going through it.So I think this villains plan was almost unknown to them I don't think they really knew where they were going with this they just wanted to be you.

They could have wanted to Destiny swap with you and also by doing that made you be with somebody else. Yeah so maybe they didn't really like their partner like that so they're like I want to be pile 3 and I want their partner and they can have my partner. Their boyfriend/girl could have been involved. check out pile 2.

villains:  a Duo ? a couple, two friends.

Gothika, Love Don't cost a Thing, the craft

Pile 4👿

I think you would be the victim. it gives one of those movies where you know those scene where its this couple out on the town,having fun and they're just in the moment and little do they know it's somebody up on the balcony staring at them. yeah you could be just minding your business and there's somebody who is hot! behind the scene. somebody who doesn't want you to be as abundant and Luscious as you are. This could be the type of scary movie where it's like a wolf in sheeps clothing around. so this person might present something to you but it's like a gag gift. They want you to be stuck somewhere. So you could just be minding your business having a good time and maybe a specific person starts pursuing you and now you're dating this person and they're treating you well  maybe you guys even get married? And the whole time it's this person in the back upset! do we know why? It's because they broke up. Honestly this person could have broken up with their partner but usually their partner comes back like a dog but they didn't because they found you. So you will be the victim because this person will now be on the bottom and their use to being a top priority. This person will be upset but I don't think they would do anything to you per say. I feel like they might try to protect you as a couple? like they don't want anybody else to date  your partner so they'll make sure that you guys stay together or at least make sure nobody else gets in between the relationship but they will be also trying to put themselves in situations to talk to your partner. Yeah like maybe not trying to outwardly get them but say they have the kids together like oh I need you to drop off some paperwork to me, or we need to talk about signing the bills off on my name now. something to where they have to speak. Your partner is really loyal in the scary movie so it's like they're not going for it like they don't want to be with them but it seems like they're always there so they could be following you guys around. you might look up and you guys are at Disneyland with your kids and you're like is that them in sunglasses and a hat? then the villain is like it's no way  pile 5 is this perfect like it's something about them thats going to come out, they're not perfect.  you come off really perfect and balanced. They could have seen you as a villain. They could feel like you were trying to erase them and what they've done but they're plan was to erase you especially if you guys haven't been together that long. they were just trying to get rid of you so they can focus on what they had, the history they have or the relationship/kids. Even make you mad to the point where you leave like you get fed up with the situation and you're like I'm just going to leave. Villian:an ex, stalker

Obsessed

Pile 5 🥵

Definitely the villain. something is shady about you pile 5. Not going to lie you are the sexiest villain to ever be. the villain but this gives a crime of passion. is it a crime? sade voiceYeah like this is more sexy than anything else. so in this scary movie you and your lover can have a lot of eyes a lot of suitors. and that could drive you to do certain things. I heard evening the playing field. this could be a situation where you just get your get back. Okay this is the type of scary movie where it's a psychological war on your partner. so maybe you make them go crazy, they don't know who's really you, is this the real you or if you're playing a game with them maybe they just aren't sure about anything.  it only drives you even more. it makes you raise your level of taunting. yeah the movie for you guys is basic instinct. people could be or your partner could be almost paranoid being with you because it's like are they going to kill me? are they going to do something to me when I'm not looking. but it seems like this is if they did something to you. this doesn't seem just unproved kind of like if they broke your necklace, is pile 5 going to break my neck. are they going to slit my throat? You're the villain because people are scared of you especially if they do something to you. you're like the Grim Reaper.  that type of energy where it's like the reaper is looked at to be really scary but he only comes when it's your time to die it's not really his fault. yeah and you could be nosy or just know a lot of information, see a lot of things, have a lot of eyes, find out things about people really easily so that makes you even more scary. yeah people are like if I do something pile one, if I make them mad.. they go blow out a candle and end my whole life. If I'm not nice they can find out my secrets. Maybe people have received really bad karma surrounding you, like maybe they totaled their car and then somebody walks up to them and issues them a government official debt collect on top of that and the person that presents it has the same name as you or has the same initials something like that. so people like dang there go my karma from pile on. like you have voodoo dolls and you poke them when they do something bad to you or if they were just a bad person. Also people could feel like you're the villain because you are good at seducing people even if it's not on purpose like people might try to seduce you into seducing them. people could lose their partners and be like dang what a villain. so in this scary movie you're a hot Queen / King that everybody is scared of and steals people partners. Either way you give crazy psycho hot person. I would say that your plan as a villain would be to give Karma to people that did you wrong. But honestly I do feel like you would use their energy to become hotter and smarter and faster. 

victim: could have been ppl who weren’t there for you during a tough time, a person left you to drown in your own stuff. 

Scary movie: Jennifers body, american psycho,

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[emsprovisions]

Happy Wednesday everyone! Today's a bit of a crazy day but I'll try and make a post about fandom memories soon! It is the cutest idea and I love it. This is a bit from the Carlos fic I've been working on, that was originally supposed to be about Carlos confronting his religious trauma, but this fic is taking me on a ride in multiple directions and I am really loving playing with it so far! So please enjoy this lengthy snippet! 💕

“Hey, babe,” TK smiles, looking at Carlos like he hung the sun, the moon, and the stars. “Hungry?”

“Yeah,” Carlos smiles. “It’s a nice day. Do y’all want to eat outside?”

“Yes!” Jonah practically vibrates in his shoes where he stands at TK’s side. “Please, Carlos!”

Carlos laughs, “alright, buddy, hang on, I just need to go grab a few things from my desk.”

A moment later, Carlos returns, placing the standard issue, white Stetson onto Jonah’s head instead of his own. The too-big hat falls over Jonah’s eyes, making him break out into a fit of giggles as he pushes it up his head. Carlos and TK smile at his immeasurable joy and lead him back the way they came, to the elevator. 

“What’s on tap for lunch today?” Carlos asks, leaning against a wall in the elevator as he and TK watch Jonah crouch low to the floor on the ride down before he jumps as high as he can as it lurches to a stop. 

“I took the leftover brisket from the other night and made sandwiches,” TK says. “There’s steak fries too.”

“Well that sounds amazing, babe,” Carlos smiles at his husband as the elevator dings and the doors seamlessly slide open, a blast of cool air from the foyer chasing them inside. 

He almost misses it as they step out into the high-eighty degree weather that can only be described as a Texas spring day in early March.

They haven’t had Jonah in their custody for too long yet. Carlos’s sick leave after he was shot taking down his father’s killer ended over a month ago. He still has a hard time chewing the unsavory former Chief Bridges’s name in his mouth. 

He’d been his father’s friend. A coworker for the better part of thirty-something years. A confidant most likely. The same man to take Carlos under his wing and march him in his father’s footsteps. 

But Carlos is doing better now. 

He has a therapist. He’s more open with his mom these days. He has TK to lean on. And he has Sam too, when he needs someone who gets it on the very same level as him. He has a fantastic support group, and with it, TK’s mentioned he’s noticed a bit of the Carlos he’d fallen in love with creeping back in. 

“You’re smiling again, baby,” TK says softly, just for Carlos to hear as they claim a picnic table under some shady trees to eat their lunch. 

“I’m happy to see you,” Carlos shrugs with a smile. 

“I’m happy to see you too,” TK’s own smile grows, love twinkling in his eyes. 

Carlos wonders sometimes if he’s dreaming up this perfect life, but he’d once told TK in front of all the people they both know and love that TK is the dream he’s never allowed himself to have. He’s allowing himself to have it now, he thinks, this life full of love for his husband and for Jonah.

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[sapphicrot]

woo first post of the year! i finally finished my doodles of everyone in the streamer au :3 i’m rlly excited to post it cuz i love this au dearly!! some lil snippets of info about everyone is below the cut if ur curious abt this silly au :3

LTTM | Kamaria (she/her)

Works as a nutritionist, was inspired to go into the field because both her parents are doctors! Usually mods Sig’s chat and occasionally joins streams if she’s up for it. In a book club with Cyra, and is a little gym rat, specifically weight training and likes to joke that she can bench-press Sayani (she can.). Usually level-headed but gets extremely anxious when people get sick, especially Felix. Thankfully Sayani and Cyra are there to force her to rest and help if one of them is under the weather. Massive lesbian and Sayani’s partner.

SRS | Cyra (they/he/xe)

Sheltered catholic boy turned nonbinary librarian with like 3 boyfriends (gn). Started using they/them on accident when they got asked their pronouns in class and panicked and blurted “he/they” and then was too awkward to correct himself. Currently attends school with Felix, getting their masters degree in library science (xier bachelors was in history). On the very rare occasion they join sayani’s streams, xe wears a facemask which has triggered sayani’s fanbase to make a “headcanon” that he’s a vampire and doesn’t wanna show his fangs. Joined a book club to find some friends that he goes to with Kamaria.

SOS | Sylvia (she/her)

ngl she’s usually just a background character, probably an accountant or something

OSO | Felicity (she/her)

fun fact i literally googled “bitchy girl names” to get a name for her. looks like a tired office woman. probably works with sliver and hates her.

EOI | Echos (any/all)

haven’t really used him either but they’re vegan and like crocheting :3 probably has a small business on etsy or smth

CW | Chase (he/him)

straightest gay man in existence. had piper convinced he was genuinely straight until yui told them otherwise. sig’s childhood best friend and partner in crime. not a streamer but does play games with sig regularly. his last name is Gray-Windsor (clubs came up with that banger)

NSH | Sayani (she/he/it)

god i could dump so much stuff about this lil freak. she’s a streamer, obviously, and also a top-ranked esports player in multiple FPS games. refuses to tell chat its pronouns bc she thinks it’s funny watching them guess. gets hella bitches and is dating kamaria, cyra, & felix, and occasionally fucks around with piper, yui, & chase. his mom is from the philippines and his dad is japanese, and her mom speaks to him mostly in tagalog, which sig can understand but can’t speak (…aside from swear words, lmao). attended the same college as felix & cyra’s for one semester until the streaming thing blew up.

PI | Piper (they/them)

DEFINITION OF PRETTY PRIVILEGE. PURE OF HEART AND DUMB OF ASS. lowkey stoner and helps felix w his chronic pain. highkey gay whore, is with Felix officially and kinda Cyra and Sayani. competitive esports player & streamer who met sayani at a competition.

UI | Yui (she/they)

streamer & competitive esports player, can come off as a bit of a bitch due to being defensive in such a male-dominated space. from korea and makes fun of sig for not being bilingual like she is. very close friends with piper and phoebe.

ABL | Phoebe (they/them)

again, haven’t really used them much but they’re yui’s best friend. has a massive crush on yui but doesn’t really have the confidence to go for it. enjoys fashion design.

FP | Felix (he/him)

Kamaria’s adopted brother (hence why he’s a scrawny ass white boy). Battled cancer as a child and deals with chronic pain due to it, but has been in remission since he was 12! has to use crutches when he walks sometimes. artsy little fuck and getting his bachelors of fine arts, drew all of the emotes for sayani’s streams. used to be camera shy but eventually came to be a pretty regular guest on stream, and occasionally does little drawing streams. knows how to play guitar and sing, but thinks his voice sounds “girly” so he doesn’t do it often. dating sayani, cyra, and piper.

aaaaaand yeah! that’s all i can think of rn lmfao. i’m probably gonna hit post and be like “NO I FORGOT TO SAY—“ but oh well lmfao. feel free to send me asks abt it :D

[gaycragula]

thinking about mk men..

nsfw/18+ under the cut and it’s totally unorganized rambling. lowercase is intentional :]

each little snippet has the relevant warnings below the pictures ^^ male reader and all chars are from mk1

characters: kung lao, raiden, liu kang, smoke, kuai liang, shang tsung, syzoth

general warnings: dacryphilia, electro stimulation, rough sex, breeding kink, possessiveness, somnophilia, mentions of semi publix sex, cockwarming, hemipenis/2 cocks, multiple orgasms/mentions of

relevant warnings: dacryphylia, multple orgasms

thinking about the rare occasion mk1 kung lao asks if he can bottom instead of the two of you rolling dice. the rare occasion he’s not a brat while bottoming.

stretching him out on your fingers, watching his hips move in tandem with the in and out movements. listening to the soft breaths and moans he lets out..

but god, when you put your cock in him? he gets so loud for you, telling you how good you feel inside him, how good your hands feel on him. and oh, the tears.

he always tears up when he bottoms and it’s one of the hottest things about him.

seeing the usually cocky man turn into the sweet mess underneath you is one of the most beautiful things in the world. and, of course, you tell him that in quiet whispers against his skin as you fuck him.

he scratches desperately at your back, begging you for more. more what? anything you’ll give him. he just wants you.

and you’re more than happy to give it to him.

you bring him to not one, not two, but three orgasms. and it’s got him sobbing into the pillows at the third one. ‘no more, no more,’ he pleads.

‘one more,’ you coo back at him, kissing away his tears. ‘you can do one more.’

despite his words, his cock is quick to jump back up, precum already collecting at the head again. he nods. ‘one more.’

———

relevant warnings: electro stimulation, rough sex, slight dacryphilia, mentions of multiple orgasms

mk1 raiden who usually prefers gentle lovemaking. missionary, cowgirl where he can he face to face with you no matter who’s topping or bottoming. raiden who loves to be sweet with you.

until he has a really rough day. trying to embrace his anger with kuai liang is proving to be harder than he thought and you know the second he walks in through the door something was up.

and you were right. he ‘accidentally’ shocks you when he grabs hold of you to drag you to the bedroom where he takes complete control.

bent over the bed as he thrusts into you, one hand on your hip, the other next to your head to keep himself upright. his hold on you is bruising and you swear you can feel little jolts coursing through your body every few seconds.

and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it. listening to raiden pant and groan next to your ear, how good you are to him for letting him use you like this, how pretty you look as tears prick in your eyes, how perfect your ass is for him is so addicting.

the hand on your hip leaves and wraps around your cock. a shock tears through your body and your orgasm follows soon after.

through your haze, you can hear him whisper in your ear. ‘how many more do you have in you?’

you know you’re in for a long night.

———

relevant warnings: possessiveness, dragon attributes, multple orgasms

liu kang who swore he’d never love in this new timeline meeting you and throwing that out the window. he knows it’s a bad idea to get attached but he just can’t help it.

something about you draws him in. he can’t stay away even if he wanted to. and with that.. comes the possessiveness. i love the dragon liu kang headcanon so much. which meanssss…

hoarding. you are his hoard. he wants to keep you to himself, keep your marked up, scented, whatever. he wants everyone to know he’s yours and your his. he’s subtle about it though and he’s honest about it. he told you from the start about the urge and you both have been able to work around it with little consequence.

mostly.

sometimes, people (specifically johnny cage) get a little too touchy, flirty with you. and you know the moment liu kang approached you that you’re gonna struggle to walk on your own the next day.

strong arms keep your hips up and at an angle as liu kang fucks into you with reckless abandon. he’s bent over you, nose tucked against the spot where your jaw meets your neck. he’s growling, panting, whining against your skin.

you’re already covered in a multitude of marks. bites on your neck, chest, tummy. hickeys everywhere so you’ll have trouble hiding them. scratches over your thighs and ribs.

another orgasm tears through you, adding to the mess already pooled on your stomach. ‘one more,’ liu kang whispers as he continues to thrust into you. one more..

———

relevant warnings: (consensual!!) somnophilia, mentions of semi public sex

smoke who, much like raiden, likes gentle sex with you. who loves it when you touch him so softly, jerking him off with slow pumps of your hand when you take baths together, waking up to your hand in his pajama pants and your lips on his neck, urging him awake. he can just barely hear his alarm blaring on the nightstand. overslept again.

the intimacy of taking a shower together first thing in the morning, washing each other, sharing lazy kisses, lazier touches. you can never get enough of him and he can never get enough of you.

gentle massages and baths after missions. gentle gentle gentle.

until.

the occasional times smoke is gone for a month or more. the day he gets back is always.. steamy.

sloppy kisses, grinding, humping each other. it doesn’t matter where. your bedroom, a storage closet, the hot springs. just hope no one walks in.

where gentle is thrown out the window as the two of you claw at each other’s clothes, where tomas begs you to just put it in while you’re trying to prep him. where simple shushing turns into threats of gagging if he doesn’t quiet down.

and he’s even worse when your cock is inside him. grinding against you, grabbing the back of your neck to bring you in his space, legs wrapped around your waist as you hold him up against the wall.

his face is tucked against your neck to muffle himself as you fuck him. you’re quick, balls barely slapping against his ass. he can feel your nails digging into the skin of his thighs and he, in turn, begins to nip and suck at your neck.

you don’t know how many times you cum in him or how many times he shoots onto his chest and stomach until you both eventually tire out and your soft cock slips from tomas’ hole.

you have to hold him steady when you set him on his feet and you see the mess that is both of you. a comforting bath follows.

———

relevant warnings: cockwarming

kuai liang who is always warm because of his pyromancy. who you go to when it gets cold out to cuddle up. who always accepts you with open arms.

who lets you sit in his lap, his cock nestled comfortably inside you as he scribbles on the parchment in front of him. one of his arms wraps around your waist while your arms wrap around his neck, your head resting against his neck as the gentle ambiance surrounds the two of you.

it’s snowing outside. peaceful.

his cock is nice and warm inside of you, stretching you just right. plus, it was just nice to be this close to him.

the quiet and the sound of quill on paper is enough to lull you into a light doze against kuai liang.

though you awaken when you hear the light tap of the quill being set down. and you’re glad you did.

hands knead your ass for a moment until you shift and he leans back in the chair, a hand against your chest to make sure you didn’t follow him.

you’re confused for a moment before his hips begin to roll up into you and you groan. your hands fund purchase on his pecs as you begin meeting his shallow thrusts with your hips.

he feels so good pumping in and out of you, the tip of his cock hitting that spot inside of you that has you seeing stars. the quiet sound of his balls slapping against your ass fills the room alongside both of your sounds of pleasure.

his name leaves your mouth like a mantra before he sits up and pulls you into a nice, messy kiss. one of his hands find your cock, jerking you off in time with his thrusts

twice he makes you cum before finally filling your ass with his. he pulls his softening cock out of you and you can already feel it dripping out of you, down your thighs. god, it feels good.

———

relevant warnings: pillow princess shang tsung (i think???), also slightly bratty shang tsung

mk1 shang tsung who wants to be treated like a princess but who drives you up the wall with his attitude. shang tsung who demands attention when you’re busy, going so far as to climb into your lap, grabbing your wrists and putting them on his waist and holding them there with that little smirk he always wears.

he puts on his best ‘woe is me’ face as he asks you so sweetly to kiss him. how can you say no to him? plus, he knows no matter how bratty he is, you’ll give him exactly what he wants.

and it’s not long before you find the both of you in his bed, giving the sorcerer exactly what he wants. kissing up his leg while caressing the back of it while he lays back against the plush, silk lined pillows.

you lavish his leg for a moment before kissing up to his tummy, up to his chest while you settle between his legs, and, finally, up to his lips.

but the brat turns his head away from you when you try to kiss him. though peeved, you settle for kissing his neck. you don’t leave any marks. he doesn’t like it when you do. likes to keep his skin ‘pristine.’

he’s lucky he’s pretty.

you lavish his neck in gentle kisses and licks, hands caressing the backs of his plush thighs. he lets out nice, soft hums, tilting his head back for you.

you, in turn, trail your lips to the front of his throat, placing a few more wet kisses before kissing back down his chest to show his nipples some attention since he won’t let you kiss him.

his back arches off the bed as your lips close around his nipple, a pretty sounding gasp leaving his lips. your tongue flicks back and forth over one nipple while your thumb brushes over the second.

considering who he is and what he does, you never would’ve guessed he enjoyed ‘soft’ sex. or that he preferred to bottom over anything else. he liked to be treated like a princess and he’s found you’re (more or less) happy to treat him as such.

you feel his hand tangle in your hair and give a gentle tug and you pull off his nipple after giving it a gentle kiss.

after what seems like an eternity of prepping him, you slide inside him easily, finding pleasure in the way shang tsung gasps your name.

you grip the backs of his thighs as you begin moving, holding his legs up and around your hips. shang tsung’s arms hold onto the pillow under his head.

he’s making such sweet noises. you almost forget he’s homicidal especially when he breathes your name out as his hand grabs the back of your neck and you finally get to kiss him.

one of your hands leave his thigh, opting to instead use it to prop yourself up as you kiss him.

you bring shang tsung to the edge first, jerking him off until he makes a mess on his abdomen. then, you pull out of the sorcerer, jerking yourself to completion and adding to the mess.

a quick clean up ensues followed by a bath. when you help shang tsung up, however, you catch sight of the backs of his thighs.

where you can see the outline of where you’d been grabbing him. a little feeling of pride blooms in your chest knowing that he’d be wearing the mark for at least a day.

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relevant warnings: hemipenis/two cocks, mating seasons, possessiveness, breeding kink, multiple orgasms

syzoth with two cocks and a mating season..

of course, he told you about it when you first started dating. transparency is important, after all. he tells you everything that happens during these ‘mating seasons’.

from the protectiveness over those perceived as a possible mate, to the constant courting, increased agitation, and overall clinginess. and, of course, the desire to mate and to breed with said mate.

still, despite knowing what was going to happen, you’re still startled when it happens.

syzoth growls and hisses at anyone who gets a little too close to you or touches you for too long. you can tell his patience wears thin simply being in the presence of johnny cage. especially when the star speaks to you.

and you know when it’s time to stop a conversation when syzoth comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you.

it’s just as bad in private. he wants to touch you all the time. whether it be something simple like holding your hand to having you in his lap or him in yours. he keeps his nose pressed into your neck and his hands either on your waist or on your thighs, rubbing and touching.

oh and when you ask if you can help him, he jumps on the opportunity.

one of his cocks drills into your ass, the other rubbing incessantly against your own cock as he takes you from behind. he’s hunched over you, panting into your ear as he fucks you.

you wrap your hand around both your cocks and syzoth whines into your ear. his tongue lulls out and you feed the cock in your hand twitch and a decent sized glob of precum begins to drool down onto the bed.

he whispers how good you are to him for letting him do this, for helping him. how good of a mother you’ll be for his brood, that he’s going to take such good care of you. the words make you shiver and your mind muddle at the thought even though you both know you can’t physically get pregnant.

your hand sluggishly jerks the both of you off and it’s not long before the two cocks in your hand are spilling over it and you feel syzoth press himself as deep as he can inside you as he cums.

he whispers his thanks and praises against your ear, his voice trembling and pitched up as he continues to shallowly thrust into you. it’s one of many orgasms you have that night.

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UGHHHH i need them so bad. so many thoughts in my head and not enough hands (or motivation) to type out full fics.

thinking about doing more stuff like this. i’ve got a few mk11 chars that i was going to include in this one but they made it too long imo so they’re getting a separate post but like

if you wanna request something like this, i’ll gladly take them. i’d probably be able to pump out more stuff like this

[alwaysurvalentine]

tastes like autumn - st fic

Written for Day 15 of @steddie-spooktober - prompt: baking - wc: 1.7k - cw: some cussing

enjoy! 💛

Autumn has painted Hawkins in hues of orange and red, trees dropping their leaves any time the wind blows. It’s cold enough that Steve’s taken to only wearing his sweaters instead of his favorite polos. He’s got his own place now and he’s even more grateful for it this winter when he remembers how awful it was to prepare the pool for the winter. Nothing worse than deep cleaning a pool when it’s cold and windy outside. His place isn’t big by any means, a tiny apartment above one of the shops downtown, but it does the job. It’s got one bedroom, a kitchen, and a massive living/dining room. 

The big living room was a big selling point when he moved in, wanting to have enough space for everyone to come over for a movie night or more recently, a D&D session. When it’s just him he likes to open all the curtains and windows to let the sounds from outside to filter in, mostly cars driving past but sometimes he’ll catch snippets of the conversations of people walking below. Sometimes Robin will join him on the couch in front of the window so they can people watch and make up lives for everyone they see. 

Today’s a quiet one though, one where he doesn’t have any work and no one’s planned on coming over. Which means Steve gets to bake. After the last and final round with the Upside Down, he’d finally been open to going to therapy. As soon as he’d agreed, Owens had given his information to Vanessa, who ended up being a good match and now they meet once a month. It’d been a long process, first having to meet up every week to catch her up with his personal involvement with the Upside Down. Soon it turned into her helping him with more mundane things, like why he hates the sound of a completely quiet house. Didn’t take long for her to suggest getting out of the Harrington House and into his own space. 

Now on quiet days Steve isn’t haunted by the memory of his parents disapproval when he moves room to room. No, now he gets to focus on things that he actually enjoys doing. One of which happens to be baking. He’s been looking forward to making this recipe from a magazine since he found it, but Eddie’s been staying over the last few days and he wants it to be a surprise. Plus, he knows better than to think Eddie won’t distract him from making sure he doesn’t burn the loaf by accident.

Pumpkin Chocolate Chip Bread stares at him from the torn magazine page and Steve smiles before pulling out the ingredients. There’s a radio sitting on his kitchen counter that he reaches over to click on, letting the sounds of Blondie fill the room. Since no one’s here but him, he shimmies his shoulders as he washes his hands, singing along as she belts about calling her anytime. 

It’s easy to sink into the methodic motions of baking. Dry ingredients get placed in his orange mixing bowl, clouds of dust and cinnamon causing him to sneeze and fan at the air before continuing. Steve hasn’t gotten around to buying an electric mixer yet, instead relying on his only whisk or his hands if the dough is particularly thick. 

Today he opts for hand mixing, rolling the sleeves of his yellow sweater up before reaching in. The pumpkin puree is sticky and thick but the eggs make everything feel slimy so he pulls his hands out almost as soon as he reaches in. Sometimes the feeling of dough in his hands makes him think of urging Eddie’s heart to start beating, reminds him of how he nearly dropped the metalhead multiple times on the way to the gate, blood making him almost slip out of Steve’s faltering grasp. A quick shake of his head and Steve tunes back into the radio, a song by Queen now filling his kitchen instead. He leans against the counter for a second, counting his inhales and exhales before trying again. This time Steve reaches in and doesn’t have to pull his hands out until he goes to add the chocolate chips. Normally the recipe calls for semi-sweet chips, but Steve’s gotten dark chocolate since those are Eddie’s favorite. 

~

The house smells like pumpkin, cinnamon, and chocolate. It brings a small smile to Steve’s face as he sits in the living room waiting for the loaf to cool. He’s feeling pretty confident so far, it didn’t rise too far out of the pan and when he stuck a fork in it the prongs came out clean. After the Biscuit Incident, Steve only tests out new recipes alone. No reason to give the party any more reasons to rag on him since they all act like glorified younger siblings anyway, knowing just the right buttons to push to get him riled up. Once he knows the best way to make a recipe, that’s when they’re offered to the party – soft cookies and moist cakes that melt just right in your mouth when you take a bite. All the dishes are next to the sink drying when he steps into the kitchen again. 

Steve edges a butter knife around the edges of the pan, urging the loaf away from the edges in hopes that it’ll come out of the pan easily. He places a plate on top of the loaf and flips the pan; luckily when he lifts it, the pan is empty and the loaf is resting in the center of the plate. Some of the chocolate chips have left melted streaks in the pan and he runs a slow finger through one of the trails for a taste.

“Stevie?” Eddie’s voice startles him and the pan in his hand finds its way to the floor with a loud clatter. “You okay?” Hurried footsteps bring Eddie to the doorframe of the kitchen, eyes wide as he takes in the scene: pan on the ground and Steve clutching a hand to his chest like he’s had a heart attack. He’s managed to get one shoe off but the other sits untied in his haste to identify the noise. “Glad to see your heart’s working.” It’s a joke that Steve’s heard Wayne make when he spooks Eddie coming around the corner of the trailer, it’s a way to let the other person catch their breath when they’ve just been scared. Steve takes the break for what it is and shakes his head fondly.

“Yeah, didn’t need you test it for me.” Steve fights back his own grin when Eddie smiles and winks at him, stepping forward to grab the pan from the floor. With the pan resting in the sink, Eddie kicks off his other shoe and then leans into Steve’s space. Chapped lips press against his and Steve leans in for another kiss before Eddie can pull away completely. When they do part, Steve can feel the grin stretching across his face. It’s nice having his own space that people can drop by unexpectedly but Eddie is supposed to be busy today.

“What happened to practice?” Eddie’s more focused on the plate behind Steve, already taking a step towards the counter to investigate. “Excuse me.” Brown eyes cut to Steve’s when Eddie registers the slightly bitchy tone Steve’s decided on. Steve’s smile gives away that he doesn’t really mean anything by it, just trying to get his boyfriend’s attention. Plus, there’s no way he’s going to let Eddie try it before he makes sure it actually came out correctly. 

“Gareth’s sister got sick, so he was stuck with baby sitting duty. What’d you make?” Again, Steve’s lost his boyfriend’s attention, Eddie going as far as to reach towards Steve’s loaf with a ringed finger.

“Hey! Don’t poke it. I made something new, which means-”

“Which means I don’t get to taste it until you do, yeah, yeah. Let’s cut a piece.” It’s hard pretending to be frustrated when Eddie knows him so well. With an eye roll and a playful huff Steve bumps Eddie’s hip with his before grabbing his butter knife again. 

“Go put your shoes up, then if it’s good you can have a slice.” It’s like watching Wile Coyote run off a cliff with how quickly Eddie swoops his battered Reebok up and darts into the living room. The butter knife passes through easily and a small trail of steam rises from inside the loaf. Steve can tell he put in too many chocolate chips already, the inside mostly dark instead of dotted like he expected; he figures Eddie won’t mind it either way. Gently, Steve tears off the corner of the slice, crumbs falling onto the floor when he brings it up to his mouth. It’s clearly not set enough to eat quite yet, but when Eddie’s found something sweet in the house it doesn’t take long at all for him to be digging in. Steve never complains because it just makes his kisses that much sweeter. 

The dark chocolate was a good call, blending in with the nutmeg and clove spices. It’s nice and moist too, melting in Steve’s mouth. Eddie’s come around the corner again, eyes hopeful when he takes in Steve’s relaxed expression.

“Good to eat, then?” And then he’s swooping in to tear off his own piece from the slice Steve made. As soon as he closes his mouth Eddie lets out a happy hum and closes his eyes in happiness. “You are a baking genius. This is delicious! What is this?” Another bite, and then a kiss placed on Steve’s head before Eddie starts to cut another slice. 

“It’s Pumpkin Chocolate Chip Bread. You mentioned last week not getting to the bakery early enough to get any of their seasonal stuff. And Mrs. Henderson let me have an old recipe magazine book so.” Steve shrugs and runs his hand through his hair before turning away. It’s embarrassing now, thinking about Claudia’s knowing look when he’d asked her if she knew any good recipes for fall that wasn’t pumpkin pie. 

“Baby, this is so good. And you put dark chocolate in here too, right?” All Steve does is nod, hands busying themselves with refolding his dishtowel that’s hanging on his oven door handle. “You spoil me.” There’s humor coloring Eddie’s words and Steve looks up to see a soft smile on his face. “Wanna spoil me some more?” He doesn’t have a moment to be confused, Eddie already closing the space between them and cupping Steve’s face. 

When Eddie kisses him this time, all he can taste is chocolate and cinnamon.

[anime-rambles]

Keep it Hidden - PART1

Pairing: ProHero!Kirishima x TwinBakugou!Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 4700+

A/N: First one back, guys, and I have multiple parts coming up, I had the of this snippet out before my hiatus, so please enjoy. I have been so excited to release this to you guys. - Tiff <3

Summary: Maybe your secret relationship wasn't as secret as you both thought

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A car horn could be heard from outside, as well as your brother screaming down the hallway. You chuckle to yourself and pick up your already packed bags and make your way outside. 

You can see Kirishima already leaving his truck to jog over to your side, taking your bags and quickly kissing your forehead, you swat him away. 

“Oi, none of that, Katsukis right inside.” 

“I know, I know, it's just you look all cute and sexy today, I can’t help it.” 

Kirishima crosses his arms, and leans up against his truck and you both silently wait for Bakugou to leave your house. You join his side, and the both of you stand listening to the ruckus Bakugou is making inside. 

“You could HELP YOU KNOW.” Bakugou says as he falls out of the front door, looking at Kirishima as he laughs at his friend, you join your brother and help him stand. 

“You know you would have been more organised if you didn’t stay at Izuku's last night or maybe if you packed yesterday before going over.” You say and dust your brother down. Kirishima moves to get Bakugou's bags and places them in the boot, closing it and getting into his truck. Bakugou had been staying at your house, and as he and Midoriya were building a house together, none of them could agree on whose house to move into once they got married, so instead chose to build.

“You know you would have been more organised, mehmhemhe.”  Bakugou mocked what you said to him, you simply just stared at him and your palms started to heat up causing little pops. “You're so childish” You say back to him. “No, you're the childish one.” He responds as he closes and locks the front door to your house. “Me?, as if.” You flick a gesture at him behind his back. He catches you by your reflection, “yes you, you big child” He sticks his tongue out at you. 

“Children, please stop and get in this truck right now or no one is going anywhere.” Kirishima shouted out the passenger window he had rolled down. You both stopped and looked at Kirishima surprised and what he said. Bakugou looked at you, and you looked back at him not really knowing what to say. “Damn, you made dad angry.” You say and hit Bakugou’s arm and make your way to the front seat. Bakugou shook his head and silently got into the back seat. 

Kirishima played some music and waited for the pair of you to put on your seatbelt and then it was time to hit the road. It was your yearly holiday with all of the UA crew. Once a year the hero commission would force you all to take a vacation, everyone had to be forced because everyone loved their jobs and never took time off. This was around the time when 3rd years from hero schools were doing work studies, and hero agencies were already at the max with heroes. Perfect time to let everyone take some time off. This year everyone chose skiing in the mountains. The promise of hot tubs and being alone super alone with no other human interaction was the main pull. 

After spending most of the day on the road, you had arrived. Bakugou has fallen sound asleep around the two hour mark, while you and Kirishima bickered about how you wanted to drive and give him a break, when Kirishima said you couldn’t drive his truck, big red, because it was huge and your feet wouldn't touch the pedals. Bakugou awoke a few moments after Kirishima parked and as you both stretched, trying to get your legs to work again, Mina was screaming from the front door and was waving, and Denki was shouting at you all, complaining about how long it took you all to get there. 

Bakugou simply pushed past the both, blaming you in the process. You just shook your head and helped Kirishima with the bags.

“Okay, Singleton 1 & 2, you are on the second floor.” Denkai says as he stands on the first step of the stairs. “Hang on, singleton 1&2, which is which?” Kirishima chuckles. 

“Obviously, our dear y/n is singleton 1, as katuski always wants to be 1, it's time for her to shine, Hence why she also gets the room with the balcony and quite honestly I don't want to see Bakugou's bare ass again, we learn from our mistakes.” Denki says, holding his heart.  “What mistake would that be?” You ask. “Bakugou likes to fuck on balconies, so no more balcony rooms for him.” Denki says and dodges something that Bakugou had thrown in his direction. Shaking your head, you grab your bags from Kirishima’s hands. 

“You heard that big boy, I’m the favorite singleton.” You wink at him and pass Denki. “You are in the room across the hall and Bakugou and Izuku are two up from you both, get settled and come down in an hour or so for drinks, Izuku and Jirou should be here soon.” Kirishima nods and makes his way up after you.

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Stepping out onto the balcony, you breathed in the fresh air and closed your eyes for a moment. A presence joined you, wrapping their thick warm arms around you holding you tight. You sigh and melt into him. “Absolutely Beautiful.” Kirishima says and kisses the side of your head. “I know, it's stunning.” You reply and look out at the forest ahead of you. “Well yes the trees are beautiful too but I was talking about the company.” You giggle at him and turn in his arms, kissing him fiercely. “I suppose we should get ready and join the other?” This time Kirishima sighs and lets you go reluctantly. “I suppose” 

“I’m going for a shower.” You turn and walk from Kirishima, who pouted. Grabbing your shower stuff from your suitcase, Kirishima's eyes still followed you. “You can join, but let me have a few minutes of boiling water and then I'll turn it down for you to join.” Kirishima’s eyes light up like a kid in a sweet shop. 

Turning on the shower, you step under the water and let it get hotter and hotter. You loved really hot showers, they were too hot for someone who was not a Bakugou and you often had to tell Kirishima to wait before joining you. Lost in the warmth, you failed to hear the door open or the curtain open. 

Kirishima stepped into the shower, hot water blasting him, he screamed. You screamed as you didn't expect him to be there so soon. He jumped back trying to get away from the heat. In the process got himself tangled in the shower curtain. Slipping on the wet tiles Kirishima went unbreakable and took the sink with him. A massive crash sounded, and grabbed the towel closest to you, covering up. You checked your boyfriend, and he was okay due to his quirk. The red head held his hand over his eyes in defeat, “You fool, I told you I'd call you.” “I got too excited,” He admitted. You laughed at your boyfriend. 

Hearing running down the hall, it was very certain everyone heard what had happened. “Y/N ARE YOU OKAY.” Bakugou shouted, You quickly threw a towel over Kirishima’s private area, as he just laid there embarrassed. Bakugou threw open the door and everyone else crowded in. He stared at you with wide eyes.

“This really isn't what it looks like.” You say, staring at your twin. “And what am I looking at y/n” Denki had his phone out taking photos of Kirishima laying there. “Well, you see Eijir- I mean Kirishima, couldn’t get his shower to work, so i said he could use mine, and you know me i love hot showers and forgot to turn it down and i heard this huge crash and next minute i see him laying on the ground, sink broken.” You lie hoping he would believe you. “When i said i didn’t want to see Bakugou's bare ass, that also included yours Kirishima.” Denki laughed and turned to leave your room with Mina, Shinsou and Sero who were all laughing. Bakugou continued to stare for a moment but nodded, he believed you. 

“Next time you try and perv on my sister, I'm taking your eyes.” He says to Kirishima, who stood up again, holding a towel over himself. “What, I wasn't?” He replied to the blonde. “Then why wouldn’t you wait for her to at least be changed or why didn't you ask one of us, stay away, shitty hair, no touchy.” he says and points to his friend like he was a young child being told off. Bakugou left just as quickly as he entered. After the coast was clear you turned to him. 

“You hear that baby, no touchy.” You say and kiss his lips quickly, leaving him alone in the bathroom.

[whatevertheweather]

Thank you for the tags today @confused-bi-queer @thewholelemon @artsyunderstudy @monbons!

Look at me posting two WIP days in a row? Wild. I haven't written anything new for fandom, but I have more I can share from the WIP I mentioned last time, and I'll give a little more context too. First though, I deeply enjoyed and for some reason didn't expect people's guesses about the suit. (Closest was EVA/spacesuit, but that's still not the answer, sorry.)

For that little bit of context I mentioned, this is sci-fi/horror. Which you will not pick up on from the snippets I'm sharing, because most of what I've written so far is the most important and thus highly-spoiler-filled stuff, so all I can share are the earlier/lighter moments. Such as this one. Under the cut because whoops it's not six sentences.

Baz had stopped responding to him a while ago, but that was fine. Expected. Simon was more than capable of vengefully holding both sides of the conversation himself if Baz couldn’t bother to contribute. “You know the first thing I’m gonna do with the suspicious amount of money you’re paying me?” Simon asked as he clipped in. “I’m getting a roast beef sandwich. Real, imported roast beef. None of that synthetic shit. I bet—” “Why?” Baz interrupted. He sounded as baffled as his own question left Simon. “What do you mean why?” Simon said, testing his weight against it even though the suit said it was sound. “Because I’ve never had it, and now I can. Real roast beef, Baz, did you hear that part? Real. You had that?” “Of course, but it’s not—it’s not the luxury you’re making it out to be.” “The fuck it's not,” Simon said, pulling himself upright again. “I’d have to commit multiple crimes to get my hands on it, and your rich ass says ‘of course' about having it. Luxury.” “That doesn’t make it the delicacy you’re imagining,” Baz insisted. “It’s not very good.” “Why don't you want me to have dreams? This is how people like you keep people like me underground. I’ll decide whether it was worth it when I climb out of this hole myself, thanks.”

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[bellaxgiornata]

Honestly I cannot believe that I've been on tumblr for just over a year now and somehow there's already so many of you wonderful people here that are reading, enjoying, and supporting my silly little fics. When I jumped over here from AO3, I had not anticipated how much fun I was going to have getting to chat with all of y'all while also sharing my stories with those of you who aren't on AO3. I've definitely made some wonderful friends this past year because of tumblr and I just want to say thank you to everyone for the support. I always mean it when I say y'all are the reason I keep writing these stories 💖

I could certainly get sappier but instead I'll just invite y'all to join me for my first ever celebration! There's a few fun things below the cut that y'all can pop up with in my ask box starting today May 3 through Wednesday May 8! I tried to think of some interesting things that I could realistically make time to do with everything currently going on in my life, especially because I'm also still trying to stockpile rough drafts for many of my stories so that I can still have updates during my upcoming "writing hiatus" (that I'll explain more about later). My plan is to answer things as they come in and hopefully have them all finished shortly after the celebration ends. And once the celebration finally ends, I'm hoping to give y'all an update to a story or a one shot!

Hopefully this will be fun for everyone!

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[storkmuffin]

As always just love reading your analysis and your thoughts. You've given me so much food for thought and just great discussion in general not only about Ateez but about the grander machine of the entertainment business, through the lens of kpop.

One thing I often wondered about is how much anyone gives up when becoming an entertainer but especially when aiming to be a celeb or idol from such a young age.

I've been getting into p1h recently (this relates I promise) and there was an interview where one of the boys was asked what comment/compliment does one of the boys remember/keep close from fans and the one he cherished the most was,

"Thank you for giving your youth to us",

Which to me, a very sentimental human being, would just cry into a puddle of tears. Obviously child stars and young stardom is everywhere in the world but the perception of training to be an idol is you're giving a lot up for potentially very little. Even if you are relatively informed of what being a celeb can bring, the good and the bad, it can still be very overwhelming if you do exceed expectations and be potentially crushing if you don't. There's a mini documentary about someone who was actively in training and was a part fo BTS and was cut before they were even debuted and you can see so clearly what he feels he lost but even in the case of Chappel Roan, sudden and intense stardom can be so jarring.

I don't necessarily even know where I'm fully going with this line of but even in the general public we often give up a lot of our youth for a future we hope for, I think it's more normal than it should be. Obviously Ateez enjoy their jobs and I think for the most part many idols genuinely enjoy their jobs, so I hope this isn't too gloomy, I guess I'm just very appreciative of the sacrifice in general. I'm also a very emotional person so I tend to be sentimental about very strange things 🤣.

Oh man. I - Hmmm. I feel reluctant to do this, so maybe I shouldn't but uhhhhhhh my view on that sort of comment by that fan of that group, and that sort of backstory about The Suffering of Idol Trainees in general, is that they are extremely insidious and clever parasocial marketing strategies. I am not judging your feelings or the act of finding multiple layers in ways to love the artists that you love. I too find personal connections to members of Ateez a lot (especially San and Hwa because of where they are from) based on glimpses and snippets and crafted presentations. So I'm in the same boat as you. But I do have to say some things.

Please please don't read on if you don't want the feeling of sympathy and connection that I think gives you joy punctured.

Because I might puncture it.

Seriously, don't read, but I do need to say what I'm going to say.

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[warning siren one last time]

SM Entertainment's founder, Sooman Lee, is a graduate of Seoul National University, and he invented the concept of 'Idol' and the "idol training system,' and made the act of publicizing the Idol Training System part of promotion of Idols. He did all this to make it respectable, or at least, more respectable than it had been, to enter the entertainment field, especially to become a Sing-and-Dance-popular-easy-listening music specialist (as opposed to say, the world of ballet, Martha-Graham kinds of high-art modern dance, opera, concert pianist/violinist etc, which were all already respectable).

The idea that Idols, who look glamorous and are exciting to contemplate went through a rigorous training system that caused them hardship was a major breakthrough in fomenting parasocial obsession by the core initial audience for Kpop, which is Korean teenage girls who are all in a death match with everyone else in their birth year to get into university from when they're in literally 1st grade. It was a way to make being into Idols something the parents of such children could accept - the Idols didn't say, Break free of society and adult authority that drives you to be a part of a capitalist machine! It said, I'm exactly the same as you, and we all have to work super hard, and I know your suffering because I'm going through the exact same thing as you, just in another part of the machine! It's a very specifically Korean and academically obsessed way of saying, The Stars, they're just like us!

It sweeps the immense wealth and social power that someone who is a successful (or even halfway successful) Idol can acquire under the rug. Compare contrast to say, the prima ballerina of the Korean National Ballet. SHE had to train just as hard from when she was literally 5. She can't eat, she can't live normal life, she has to uphold the image of an ethereal ballerina all the time, but she doesn't make, and will never make, the money that a Suzy or a Hyori will.

This form of storytelling makes the ordinary person forget what exactly they're talking to. The ordinary person has to work just as hard in Korea as any Idol for much less lifetime remuneration - suffering long hours, little pay, little opportunity for advancement, and increasingly, a depressingly low possibility of simply launching into what many people think is 'real' adulthood (such as never getting to own your own home no matter how much you scrimp and save). For people in the ordinary economic situation to thank Idols, who get to pursue art, be adored, potentially make millions, for 'giving up' their youth when in fact, being allowed into the echelons of being able to pursue an Idol career is a glorification of someone's youth is some heavy duty parasocial twisty turny stuff.

I am not sorry for Idols, no matter what, qua their being Idols. I am sorry for exploited young people in the workplace. I am sorry for people who get sexually harassed and assaulted at work, etc. But if you tell me someone is an Idol, I see them as essentially someone who is pursuing self glorification through art, first and foremost, and my sympathy is reserved for literally anyone else. If you've ever sat through a Korean 공채 process, an open job interview, where they seat four candidates in a row in front of a panel of older office workers and make you compete in real time with who comes up with the 'best' answer in response to a question for a job that pays $20K a year, I think you'd agree no sympathy for Idols or Trainees is actually warranted.

Godamn it, I feel like such a bitch.

Again, if you did read this, I really really hope it didn't hurt your feelings or make you feel told off in any way.

[skyrim-forever]

WIP Wednesday

Hello everyone! It's another Wednesday <3 Thank you to @changelingsandothernonsense for tagging me (love the Josh and Erra updates) I'm tagging @lady-iizsil @dirty-bosmer @theoneandonlysemla @thequeenofthewinter (you've already since this snippet oops) @lucien-lachance

This is a part of a much dark part 2 to this fic, my depraved Thalmor Embassy shenanigans. So this snippet features mentions of things in that fic including: sex, blackmail, voyeurism, the glove (iykyk). Under the cut also has mentions of torture, murder (as speculations) and Rulidnil being even worse (that's definitely present). So yeah, MDNI and read if you're cool with that. Anyways time to tease the horror. Chapter 1 is done and currently being edited, expect to see it soon~ its 6k OOPS

“Theodora.” She almost snaps her neck with how quick her gaze finds him. How did one of them know her name… she had only met one other male Thalmor… Akatosh preserve me. With each step inching closer, her body tenses as the suspicious are concerned. 

“Ah, Rulindil.” She grits her teeth. “Fancy running into you here.” 

It was none other than the mer who used them for sexual blackmail, first listening into their conversation and other activities at the Embassy, and then demanding to watch them engage in more of these activities. That had been his compromise after being told he could not fuck her himself. Originally Theodora had told Ondolemar she would have done it just to shut him up, but after meeting him, she could see his concerns were not unfounded. Her lover had told her all about how he ended up in the position he occupied now, how his life experiences lead him to serve the Dominion and of how he was harbouring severe doubts. Many of which had come from knowing her. With Elenwen, she could see that although she could be cruel, having been a torturer during the Great War, she understood there were multiple ways to solve a problem. Violence was not the only way to get information, treating people well, good wine and good food, could do wonders and was far easier than bleeding them out. The Ambassador was firm, but fair; at least as far as the Thalmor went. 

She didn’t see any of that in Rulindil. Interrogation was not his job, it was his passion. I enjoy making people scream he had told her. Enjoy. There was this pit in her stomach thinking about the fact that even if he was not in the Thalmor, he would likely still be doing that very thing. Perhaps he would be not unlike the Butcher in Windhelm, carving up all manner of people to just hear the sounds they made dying. The screams of those she killed during the war made their way into her nightmares sometimes. How anyone could desire such a sound she hoped to never understand. From the way he shook her hand, less shaking it than grabbing her wrist, grip lingering too long that the mere memory of it caused her to shudder; to the way his sexual degeneracy had no bounds. Stealing a glove that had been inside her. She hoped it was just a trophy, but the sinister look in his gaze now told her that that was decidedly untrue.

“I am freed from the confines of the Embassy for a few nights. Many of us are here, I believe Ondolemar is having a solo meeting with our lovely Ambassador.” Slight panic washes over her face at that. The dark chuckle that comes from him unsettles her even more. “Oh no, it’s not like that, I haven’t said anything. Seems he's been especially productive to the cause lately and is currently getting a rare bout of praise from Elenwen. Isn’t he lucky?” She smiles, happy to hear he’s okay and so that Rulindil stays friendly until she can leave this conversation. 

“Very lucky indeed.” She clears her throat, stance facing towards the Temple. “Wonderful to see you again” she lied “but I’m afraid I must be going, I’ve got plans.” 

“Your plans don’t include him do they, unless you’re all dressed up for someone else?”

“No, not him nor anyone else. Just going to have some drinks and do a bit of dancing.”

“Perhaps I will join you.” He smirks as he says this, enjoying the uncomfortable look on her face. 

“I was planning to go to the tavern here. The Skeever, and I don’t think you’d like to be seen in public with me, least of all places in a grubby Nord tavern.”

“Hmm.” She continues smiling. “Well, you own property here, don’t you? Why don’t we return there instead?” The smile falters. 

“How do you know I own property here?” His hand reaches for her hair, she forwent her normal circlet for some wildflowers, to match the embroidery on the new dress. One of the flowers is plucked from her. It twirls between his fingers.

“I know a lot about you.” 

“Ondolemar said you were… satisfied.” 

“I am satisfied with him, I never said anything about you.” Chest tightens. 

“I’ll tell him, you must know that.” Another sick laugh from him made her nauseous. 

“And what will he do? Harming a fellow agent is grounds for extreme discipline. Killing me would be certain death. There would be nothing he could do that wouldn’t result in more eyes being drawn to you. Not everyone will be as kind as me.” Kind. The word makes her nauseous. There’s an audible gulp. “All I want is a little time with you, Theodora. Why can he have that and not me?” She wants to tell him why, all the reasons Ondolemar is leagues above him, in every manner from their organization to her affections. But upsetting him is the last thing she wants to do.  

“I suppose you’re right. There’s no harm in a few glasses of wine.”

[beaconfeels]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you to the marvelous @lucky-bishop for the tag this week. I’m tagging @clareguilty @nickcharleswife @punchedbymarkesmith and @mirrorthoughts if any of you are working on something you want to share :) Here’s a random snippet from a steter fic I’m working on:

Christmas is bittersweet for Stiles. He loves it, but there’s always an edge of sadness to it too. He supposes it’s probably that way for everyone who has lost people, and even a lot of people who haven’t.

When he was younger, he tried to cover it up with frantic, jolly energy. Dragging his dad or his friends to multiple holiday events, laughing too loud, drinking too much spiked eggnog, and buying extravagant gifts he couldn’t afford for crushes who didn’t appreciate him.

It’s different now. In the past couple years he’s let himself feel it more, and the holiday season has settled down into something less sparkling, but also more genuine.

Right now he’s meandering through the woods with Derek, looking for things to use for a wreath.

Derek’s carrying a big straw basket with a red and green plaid bow on the handle to put things in. It’s adorable. He loves that his alpha is a Christmas nerd, and he loves even more that he’s able to enjoy the holiday again after so many years of pain.

“So, are you and Chris going to do anything over Christmas?” Stiles asks.

Derek’s cheeks immediately flush. He always blushes when Stiles asks about them at all. It’s hilarious.

“Allison is going to hang out with some friends on Christmas Eve so uh, he invited me over.”

“Ooooh Christmas Eve together? That sounds seeeerious,” Stiles teases.

“Do you think so?” Derek asks, looking kind of terrified.

“Would that be a bad thing?”

Derek looks down and smiles a little, cheeks flushing even more red. “I don’t- it would- it’s cool,” he finishes lamely.

Stiles laughs as he picks up a particularly nice pine cone and adds it to the basket. “Hey, I’m happy for you, you know? You deserve it.”

“I like him a lot,” Derek admits, that shy smile growing even as he still refuses to meet Stiles’s eyes.

His alpha is such a marshmallow under all that leather. He loves it.

“Hey, what do you get someone for Christmas who can buy themselves whatever they want?” Stiles asks a few minutes later.

“Thinking about Peter?” Derek asks.

“What? No. I mean. I didn’t say that.”

“Uh huh. Well I think that ‘someone’ would like something personal from you. Something he—I mean ‘they’ since obviously I have no idea who this mysterious person is—couldn’t just buy with money.”

“I take it back. You’re not adorable at all.”

Derek’s eyebrows lift. “You never said that in the first place.”

“Well I thought it,” Stiles says, pouting, “and now I’m taking it back.”

“What a tragedy,” Derek says, “However will I get over it?”

[thosegayoldmen]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers! Spread the self-love 💞

Well I only have two fics to my name as of now, BUT I'll add a few of my WIP snippets here too, since they are planned to come out fairly soon 😊 (Thanks to @lokimobius for letting me copy your post layout, you're a gem 😘)

Elevated Tensions | Explicit (first kiss, rough kissing, desperation)

Loki has been a nuisance for the last few weeks, doing every thing in his power to wind up Mobius and the other TVA members. Tensions build until Mobius has had enough.

Good Things Come In Threes | Explicit (established relationship, multiple partners, praise kink)

Loki has always had an issue with control, so what happens when he finally hands the reins to someone else for a change?

Unnamed NSFW | Explicit

This is a bit from a newer NSFW piece I've been writing, there's nothing explicit in this section, but it's highly suggestive. And the fic it's from is definitely going to be thoroughly spicy 🌶 See if you can guess what might be going on here 🤭

Unnamed Hug Prompt | Teen and Up (fluff)

This is from a hug prompt that I've been working on and is one of the fewer pieces of fluff I'm attempting to write.

Unnamed Hug Prompt (Part 2) | Teen and Up (fluff)

Another part from the hug prompt, hope ya'll like the 'one bed trope' and plenty of awkwardness! 😜

Choosing from my posted snippets has made me WAY more aware of how close I actually am to finishing both of these fics. And may have actually lit a fire under my ass to get them done so I can share them in full 😅 Thanks to everyone for the constant support! It means the world to me to see ya'll enjoying them and it really motivates me to keep going 😘

[daggerandrose]

wip wednesday

it's been a minute since I've written anything for my vampire tarlos fic (life, onyx storm, job hunting, etc have been getting in the way) but here's a little snippet to help keep me motivated. Enjoy!

After seeing Carlos on another call— a yoga influencer who fell off of her seventh floor balcony— TK surprises himself by texting the officer. They didn’t interact at all on the call since TK was preoccupied trying to splint the multiple broken bones the yogi sustained in her fall, but from the moment he realized Carlos was on the scene, it was like TK was overtly aware of the vampire’s presence. He knew where he was when everyone realized the yogi was still alive and conscious. He knew Carlos went up to the woman’s apartment with his dad to find out if she was pushed. He knew where he was when he was helping Michelle and Nancy load the woman in the ambulance.  They never talked or even shared eye contact for longer than a second, but that one scene brought Carlos back to the forefront of his mind. So, he texted him. I heard Andrea got out of surgery. He sends, referring to the yogi. TK’s shift has ended for the day, and he’s in the back of an Uber on the way back home. He would have ridden with his dad, but the Captain had a few errands to run and TK didn’t want to tagalong. that’s good do you usually follow up on your calls? only when they end with someone having a gnarly injury so all of them? TK grins and looks up when he realizes that the Uber has pulled to the front of his house. He thanks the driver and climbs out, keeping his phone unlocked while he types out a response. basically The two talk a little bit more while TK goes through the motions of putting away his dirty clothes and starts a load of laundry. He’s trying to think of what to have for dinner when his phone buzzes again. feel like a game of darts at the bar?