#also like I’m sorry for all the wips I’m pumping out but life is just up and down right now so

[fanficsiwillneverwrite]

On my umpteenth rewatch of lok, I had a sudden interest in old Zuko…. And let’s just say another wip is brewing in my brain now about Zuko and his involvement in book 3 :/

Zuko looks in the mirror and sees only a face he no longer recognizes: old, long past its prime. An old wound haunting him, even how many years later. It happened so long ago; only yesterday. Shaky hands rub the rough skin as the memory takes hold. It was for the better, he once told himself long ago. It led him on the path of good, toward the light. But the thought of giving such a punishment to Izumi… He admittedly was not perfect when it came to raising her, but he was no Ozai.

Through the reflection, he sees Akari, the Firelord’s senior aide, emerge from the golden doors. “Lord Zuko,” she says with a respectful and low bow. Her voice is distant, muffled, despite being so near. Just a reminder of his aging body. “The Firelord will see you now.”

He nods, acknowledging her, but his focus remains on the stranger–no, the old man–staring back at him, copying every move he makes. Akari backs away to give him space. And he touches a few wrinkles. Uncle always said they were a sign of living, far better than the alternative. His laughter still echoes in his mind; the steam of hot tea still lingers around him.

He moves away from his reflection and into the throne room where his daughter sits high above him in all her glory. Zuko smiles as he bows–and his old bones crack as he bends. Another reminder that the old man in the mirror and the boy who thought his destiny was to capture the Avatar were one in the same. “The Firelord has requested an audience with me. I would be interested in knowing what for.”

“Hello Dad,” greets Izumi gently as she stands. She approaches him, a familiar look of care mixed with concern permanently captures her face each time she looks at him. He knows it well. Old age brings on pity. No, Uncle would say, old age brings on care. They hug and, suddenly, he is drunk with the scent of familiarity. Once Mai’s favorite perfume worn now by a grieving daughter who wants only to keep her mother close. “How are you?”

“I am fine, daughter,” he assures, his hand squeezing her shoulder as if to emphasize the fact. Sadness lingers around them with Mai’s passing just over a year ago. “Though, perhaps it is I who should be asking you that very question. Avatar Korra has led us into a new age where spirits and mankind must now live together in harmony. As the Firelord, it is your duty to make her decision a reality. With some guidance from me, of course, if it doesn’t interfere with my nap time.”

She rolls her eyes as a smile forms. “I think sometimes I can make better sense of your snoring than your political babble,” she teases.

“Be careful what you say next, daughter,” he shoots back. “I still have claim to the throne, you know.”

“Like I’d give it back,” she tells him playfully. But her face turns serious. And like a stuck bandage, the news of why she has summoned him is ripped open quickly to ease the anticipation: “I’ve just received word from President Raiko in Republic City. It seems… Harmonic Convergence has brought back the Airbenders.”

His heart feels as if it has sunk. The Fire Nation’s greatest burden, their deepest regret—now, so suddenly, fixed? He would have to see it to believe it, especially if Raiko is the one reporting it. All the man cares about is the votes. “What?”

“I haven’t yet received word from Tenzin, but there has been at least one Airbender sighting in Caldera alone. Most, it seems, are in the Earth Kingdom.”

“That could mean trouble.”

The Earth Queen remains bitter over land now the United Republic of Nations and everything surrounding it, Air Temple Island included: Earth Kingdom territory, she makes false claims. While her father was timid, mostly oblivious as a leader, Hou-Ting is loud, demanding, and a complete tyrant.

Zuko turns, hurrying out the room. There is no time to waste. “I’ll head straight to Ba Sing Se—”

His daughter is quick to stop him. “The Fire Nation should not have any involvement there, dad. You know this.” His intent would be to liberate this new wave of Airbenders from the grasps of great tyrannical power, but the world might view it as another Firelord’s attempt to again dismantle the Air Nation. He blinks, seeing clearly now as his daughter faces him again. “Furthermore,” Izumi continues cautiously; they’re always dancing around his state of retirement. The nation is hers–it is her birthright–but he makes diplomatic trips around the world to assure peace, to continue what he and Avatar Aang started so long ago, yesterday. “A man your age should really be fretting over pai sho and gardening. Not the state of the world.”

The man she is describing is Uncle. Not him, never him. “I will not turn my back on the world when it still needs me,” Zuko insists. His reflection shows an achy old man with a story long ago completed, but as long as his heart still beats and the fire still burns, he can be useful.

“I know,” she says, “but… you can only do so much before it becomes too overwhelming for you.” She adjusts her glasses as a sigh escapes her. “Dad, I care only for your safety–”

“I am still capable–”

“–which is why I think it perfectly sensible for you to take in a ward.”

He stops, hurt–offended. “A-a ward?”

“One of Master Muromachi’s young pupils,” she continues. “Someone who can be your companion. Someone who will watch your back and defend you when you’re unable.”

Zuko huffs, rubbing his forehead in frustration. His daughter thinks him unable, an invalid of his craft now just because of a few wrinkles. Spirits! He is Lord Zuko, Leader of the Fire Nation and the Avatar’s Firebending Master. And she thinks he needs a sidekick? Some noble boy defending his honor? “No, absolutely not. I don’t need some child protecting me.”

Izumi rolls her eyes. “This isn’t a suggestion, dad. Master Muromachi is expecting you. We’ll go down there this afternoon.”

He stomps away stubbornly, like a child not getting his way. The roles were reversed long ago, just yesterday when he was still in charge, when he was still capable. “I can choose my own ward, can’t I?”

“Of course–”

“Then I’ll go on my own, if it pleases the Firelord.”

He exits before she can answer. Anger boils within him. He hates being the man who is old, the man who needs help. Most of his friends are gone now and this new generation is perfectly competent, his daughter being one of them, but the fire still burns inside him. The face in the mirror is the face he saw long ago–yesterday–when there was no scar.

The Fire Nation Academy for Gifted Boys is a secondary school for sons of nobles. It teaches Nonbenders how to fight through the art of swordsmanship. Only the best, or most wealthy, can attend. And the training is rigorous, not for the faint hearted. Tom-Tom became one of the academy’s pupils when he came of age, mastering sword fighting at the age of fourteen. Firelord Ozai always dismissed the school’s teachings, saying Nonbenders could never truly be masters without the ability of bending. In his final years, without his bending, his father learned the way of the sword, though he never tried to understand the relationship between a man and his blade, thus never becoming a full master of the craft.

These days the school is just as rigorous with Master Muromachi, a stern and, dare he say, cruel man, in charge of this new generation of fighters. The boys stand straight in a line when Lord Zuko arrives. Eyes forward, not one hair out of place, not a single crease in their suits. Their movements are in sync as they all bow low when Muromachi introduces him to them.

“You have honored this school with your presence, Lord Zuko,” Muromachi says with a bow of his own. He moves aside for Zuko to properly examine his students. “Please, choose anyone you think is worthy.” He gestures to the tallest of the group: tan skinned and golden eyed, Zuko sees a darkness in him that brings only suspicion. The way the boy eyes him; it’s not like the others. “Eigo here is our star pupil.”

“Is that so?”

Muromachi gestures again and Eigo assumes a fighting stance as he draws his sword. He dances with it around Zuko–impressive but, still, there is something about him that he doesn’t quite like–before returning to his spot in line.

“Very good,” Zuko tells him, “though I find your lack of moderation rather… unsettling.”

The boy’s expression darkens at the criticism. Not suitable for his company at all. Muromachi moves on without a visible reaction: “Pao,” he calls. And the next boy moves skillfully around the room with his blades. A mindless routine, practiced over and over again until perfection. He does what he is told and nothing more.

“Your moves, though highly skillful, lack originality,” Zuko notes. He will find something wrong for each of them. He does not need a protector, nor does he want one.

Muromachi becomes more tense as they move down the line, each boy weaker than the last. This Academy is a show and these so-called warriors are nothing more than performers this day in age, not like how they used to be, he will tell his daughter later over tea. That is why he did not choose a child today. That is why he should not have a ward.

Finally, they arrive at the last: the smallest of the group. A softness exists within him that the other boys do not have. Short hair above his ears cut in a wonky bowl shape and fierce blue eyes with a sparkle in them that shows he is ready, not to win but to fight for what is right—he knows those eyes. It hits him, suddenly. A girl, disguised as a young boy.

“Lee!” orders Muromachi, sweating profusely at this point. Zuko instantly understands the name is false, an alias to hide her true nature.

And the girl disguised as a boy begins her dance around Zuko. Her movements are hesitant. She nearly trips over her own two feet. Her two swords do not move together as one but rather as completely separate entities. An amateur compared to her peers. Muromachi is visibly appalled by her performance, but remains silent out of respect for his guest. Zuko, admittedly, is intrigued by the girl. Why would she openly go through such turmoil?

[corcracrow]

oh boy im not a writer and my only WIP is a malted milk pancake recipe, but i am all for asking questions

so lets hear about It’s Like Everything Glows <3

Oh dear, I’m sorry to have bothered you then— I could not remember if I had seen you mention something or if I was imagining it 😅

But for It’s Like Everything Glows— it was going to be a one-shot, just a classic diplomats romance with a nice pump of angst. However I keep having ideas for it. I think it’s going more the direction of “Elain has a breakdown and leaves the Night Court, then realizes that her real home was elsewhere all along!” because I love that plot. Plus, I really want to explore how she interacts with other Fae, who she never knew at all before she was Made.

And for Lucien’s pov— this is really just a case for me to bring back some of ACOTAR Lucien (with a nice large dash of angst). Top tier content, and we have been robbed of it.

Right now, it’s more of a large collection of snippets. I want to pin them together into a few proper chapters. Here are a couple snippets:

She’d given her sisters her all— at least, all that was left of her to give, after being thrown out of her body, life and home. And then she’d realized.

She didn’t want to give them her all anymore— she didn’t need to. They were whole, healing with their mates and their homes and their happy, purposeful lives. While she was… this.

and on a less angsty note:

She also had a wicked sense of humour, and Elain was certain that had she not missed, it would have been the beginning of an epic and to-the-death pillow war that she was wholly unprepared for.

[dont-offend-the-bees]

The Elusive 80s AU? 👀

The Elusive 80s AU is my BABY, or more accurately mine and @kieren-fucking-walker's baby. She hails from the peak of my Dirk Gently days, and she WILL be finished one day because she deserves to spread her wings and fly.

Essentially, it's a year — September to September, 1986 to '87 — in the life of Todd Brotzman; a very grouchy and jaded little trans dude, currently and for the last several years working as a bartender in a grotty lil gay bar in New York (owned by 80s Farah in her power suits *blows kiss* for the lesbians). He's content enough with his lot in life and his scrappy little circle of queers, but he's also worn down by life and the endless day-to-day of it all. But '86/7 might just be the year that gets him out of his funk, because he's about to get one major life shake-up in the form of fresh-out-of-the-closet Dirk Gently, who stumbles into the Electric Rhino with with wide eyes and boundless enthusiasm and is gonna suck Todd — and probably most of his little club family, too — into his chaotic vortex of self-discovery whether they like it or not.

I've written *checks notes* two and a half chapters? And there'll be 12/13 plus an epilogue. All the rest are planned out, I just have to knuckle down and write! I'm probably gonna turn my attention to it next time I do a DGHDA rewatch! It's gonna be mostly on the hopeful/upbeat side but with a lot of sadness kinda underneath in the bones, given the time period and some of the backstories and the abundance of not-actually-unrequited love. So, SO much pining, a STUNNING lack of communication, and wall-to-wall Vibes: currently the plan is that when we feel ready enough to go with the chapters, we'll start posting one a month in the month they take place, with accompanying blogs and playlists curated by Kieren — who's also doing the buttload of research into this thing that helped me take it from a few scattered paragraphs of ideas into a full story with a fleshed-out world!

I have no idea when it's gonna be ready, but y'all won't be.

Ask me about my WIPS!

Pretty sure I've posted bits and pieces before, but here's a lil snippet from chapter one! ⬇

He’d just resolved to go track down Estevez when the empty stretch of bar in front of him was, suddenly and enthusiastically, very much occupied.

Todd flinched in surprise, blinking at the guy who’d come seemingly out of nowhere. “Uh. Hi.”

The guy grinned at him. He was average height- which is to say annoyingly taller than Todd- and slim, and he had floppy reddish brown hair that he kept pushing out of his eyes with restless hands (when they weren’t drowning in the sleeves of his huge mustard turtleneck). 

Then, bewilderingly, he forewent a hello and greeted Todd with a simple, chirpy: “I’m gay!”

“...Okay,” Todd said, almost as slow as his answering nod. “Cool. I mean, this is a gay club, so…”

“I know — it’s just so nice to finally say it!” the guy said, giving Todd a better preview of his accent — British. Incredibly so. He dropped onto a vacant barstool and thrust his hand out across the counter. “Dirk Gently!”

Huh. Was this, like… a thing in England? Did they just walk into bars and stores and shake everyone’s hands? Todd took the hand without thinking, giving it one or two confused shakes. “Uh. Todd.”

“Nice to meet you, Todd,” Dirk said, drawing out his name like he was trying out the feel of it. He didn’t seem to be about to let go of Todd’s hand any time soon. “I like your make-up!”

“...Thanks?” It wasn’t anything special, just a bit of smokey eye. That he ‘put on’ largely out of convenience because he couldn’t be bothered to wash off last night’s eyeliner. He looked down at his hand. Still being rhythmically pumped up and down. “Um. Can I have that back?”

“Oh! Of course, yes,” Dirk said, releasing him sheepishly, and folding his hands on the bar. “Sorry. Bit excited. This is my first time at one of these!”

“You don’t say,” Todd smirked, shaking his head. He hadn’t seen anyone pass through here with that wide-eyed wonder in quite some time. “Congrats on coming out. How long’s it been?”

“Just a week, give or take,” Dirk said, fiddling with his hair again. He seemed to have an almost compulsive habit of tucking it behind his ears. “Didn’t go down very well, I’m afraid, but such is life! Anyway, I’m here now and that’s what matters, so if you don’t mind, good barkeep — I’d like the gayest drink you have to offer!”

“Right,” Todd said bemusedly, throwing down his cloth. “Coming right up.”

He hesitated a moment. There was obviously no point in asking the guy to be more specific- he’d be surprised if he knew any cocktails by name at all, let alone by ‘gayness’. But he was new to the scene, and probably not difficult to please. Something pink would probably do the trick. Todd set about making him a cosmopolitan while Dirk chattered on, seemingly unconcerned with whether Todd was actually listening or not.

“You know, this is the third club I’ve been in tonight? First time I’ve actually had a chance to sit down, though, the others were rather busy — and, I must say, decidedly less welcoming. I understand there’s a lot of, well, unpleasantness about at the moment but that’s no excuse for rudeness! Well, perhaps it wasn’t all rudeness — I am a bit new to this scene, after all, so, um, perhaps this sort of thing is standard fare for… our sort? Or my sort, sorry, I suppose I didn’t even ask about your — well, I mean, I assume you’re somewhere —? Nevermind. Anyway, yes, very strange. I’m not sure, I was always told it was uncouth to grab at a woman’s bottom without her consent — not that I ever wanted to grab at a woman’s bottom, but my parents always seemed to think that might be something I’d take an interest in, but I digress — and I’d have thought the same would go for men but perhaps I was mistaken? I can’t say I cared for it — I’m not averse to arse-grabbing, per se, but I would much rather experience it on my own terms. I think. Actually, I’m not sure what my feelings are towards a lot of things, seeing as I’ve not had much call to experience them first hand — but I can’t wait to find out!”

Todd snorted, shaking his head. Man, this guy could talk. He seemed like the type to just vocalise every thought that passed through his head, regardless of relevance to the topic of conversation. He may need to work on that; there were certain things about their lives that they didn’t want to be sharing with the general public. But Todd decided to let him have his fun for now. After all, it was his first night. He’d learn all the hard stuff soon enough. “Here you go,” he said, putting the glass down in front of Dirk — with just a slight flourish, for his sake, obviously. Might as well give him the full experience. He considered the half-question buried in Dirk’s monologue, and decided to offer up a half-answer. “And I’m bi, by the way.”

Dirk’s brow furrowed. “‘Bye-bye’? Are you going somewhere?”

“No, I’m… I’m bi. Y’know. Bisexual?”

“Oh!” Dirk sighed, sounding weirdly relieved. “Oh, well good! I wouldn’t want you to leave on my account — truth be told, Todd, you’re the friendliest face I’ve seen all night!”

Todd blinked. That… was not something he got very often. “Uh… thanks?”

But Dirk wasn’t listening — he was immersed in admiring his pretty pink cosmo with lots of ooh-ing and ahh-ing that, on anyone else, would have looked ridiculous and patronising. On Dirk, though… well, it was still ridiculous. But it was also sincere, and that was something Todd didn’t see too much round here. It was kinda refreshing.

Maybe that’s what moved Todd to smile, gesture to the drink and say, gruffly: “Drink up; it’s on the house.”

Yeah, he probably couldn’t afford to be slinging free drinks at random nerds on their first night out. But he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t worth it for the luminous smile he got in return. 

Too bad he couldn’t pay his bills with smiles. What a nice world that would be.

Who was he kidding, he’d still be broke as shit.

[mickgaydolenz]

I would love to hear about Sparrow <3333

hi moth!!!! thanks for asking me about one of my little stories!!! okay @jathis also asked about this, so i'm going to cheat and answer you both in this post <3

for context sparrows is a wip of the story i've been ruminating on since late 2017. originally it was wildly different than where it ended up, AND i kept flip flopping between whether i wanted to write it as a story, a screen play, or as a comic. i think i've finally decided on a comic, but before that i was going pretty hard on the traditional novel route. this is the result of that! for a little more context, the story is about a man named markus who has spent most of his young adult-mid adult life working for his family's taxidermy business (they specialize in birds!). when his father dies, markus is forced to close the business, a move that proves to be extremely traumatic for him. the story itself follows markus post breakdown as he tries to figure out his identity in a world where he's no longer tied to this obligation. sorry to fucking go on about this, but here's a little excerpt (also just a warning but there is a lot of swearing, mentions of gore and blood etc, and some of the language can be read as misogynistic):

Each empty day after that has been filled with my growing anger. It’s such a foreign feeling for me. I’ve never been an angry person before. I hate this festering blackness that builds inside me. I imagine this must be how my father felt when the cancer invaded him. Insidious and reaching. I can feel it eating away at my muscle, tearing away at sinew to expose the white of bone. Not just anger, fear has been growing inside me as well. Another sickness. My fear makes me angry, and my anger makes me afraid. The snake biting its own tail. I might just consume myself. I really don’t want to be back in that office I think as I continue downwards, away from the monstrous building. Coward, I'm such a coward. But, no wait. That’s wrong, I don’t need therapy. I don’t need to think about my past. I don’t want to remember what happened. Because -and this is the rub of it- nothing happened. Vivian overreacted when she found me, like she always does. It was a tragic, attention seeking, stupid fucking stunt for her to call an ambulance. She’s always craved attention, always! If a situation can’t be twisted until it’s about her, then she won’t even bother with it in the first place. So what? I cut myself a little on broken glass, who fucking cares? But no, for Vivian it’s the perfect opportunity to martyr herself. Oh woe is me, the poor, long suffering wife of a fucking lunatic. A joke, a fucking joke! And now I have a doctor who wants to know all about me. She needs to know every little aspect of my past so she can build a whole new Markus from the ground up. She wants to decide who I am for me, but she can’t! I won’t let her! My past is my business, she has no right to pick apart my memories and give them meaning.  

I try not to hold my arms out like an idiot as I go down the hill, but it’s slippery and my feet keep threatening to come out from underneath me. I want to fall, I suddenly realize. I’m tired of being careful, of holding back. My legs start pumping faster, slick and dangerous, and I'm running. My precarious balance only gets worse, and I can feel my legs wanting to give. I’m exhilarated! Such a righteous feeling burns inside me, because maybe, if I do fall and really hurt myself, Vivian will finally have a real reason to throw herself into the spotlight that stupid bitch. I can see myself falling, legs crumpling and my head careening into the ground. I can hear the thunderous crack as my skull splinters against the still frozen dirt. It would hurt, I'm sure, a violent kind of hurt that’s all black spots and confusion. My momentum is so great, so unstoppable, that I would flip over and over in a sick imitation of a somersault. The slickness of the ground mixed with the viscous flow of blood gushing from my head would easily propel me onto the tarmac, the black surface offering enough friction to stop my limp body. Just in time for a large car -or better yet, a transport- to violently come around the corner, too fast to stop, much too fast like my body had been. Its large metal body would zip by in a blur, the bump barely felt as my body is crushed under its fearsome wheels. Blackness, a curtain drawn. Goodnight! 

I do slip then, but momentum propels me backwards, onto the seat of my pants. The impact sears through my tailbone and rattles my teeth hard enough to break. I slide, but not fast enough, and I soon spill to the bottom of the curve. I stop all at once and sit in a shameful crumple amongst snow and dirt. I don’t even have the decency to fly out onto the road, get my body under the wheels of a transport. It’s undignified, and everything hurts. My ass, my back, my fucking mouth -everything hurts, but all I want to do is scream. Unhinge my jaw and scream, and scream, and scream. I let my head fall back against the earth, the weight too much for me to support in my anguish, and I listlessly gaze at the top half of the forest. 

[helloitsghost]

Ghost shenanigans under the cut

Ok so remeber that WIP page I had?

Well we might as well throw that shit out the window💀 /hj

Like my impulse control lately has gotten SO out of hand it’s not even funny💀

Anyways I was just vibing and then I came across this song called “cotton cookies lullaby”

And oh my shitting Jesus

Y’all need to listen to this cause omfg it’s so fricking sweet relaxing pretty and AH ITS AMAZING (totally didn’t fall asleep in class due to it)

But like that song also made me get the VERY strong urge to not only draw the ancient heroes but also my crk team which here u go

I love how all my cookies here are grown adults and really really tough super strong

And then there’s just the lil shepherd kid in the back💀 (I love her I promise)

So yeah expect that drawing to come soon cause I have the whole thing planned I’m my head and nobody is stopping me (also everyone on this team protects cotton with their life and like parents to her cause I said so and it’s Asian American Pacific Islander Heritage Month so you’re not allowed to argue /j)

Anyways mushy stuff next so be warned😟

But yeah I’m really sorry that requests are taking so long and I get sidetracked so often I know I made that list to keep myself on track and I promised I’ll get them out and I will I will just gimme some time ya know sometimes motivation for them can come flat and/or I’m not sure what to do and we just have to wait and see I don’t wanna give something to y’all if it isn’t my best work possible and if I’m not super pumped for a drawing and motivated then it really can never be as good as it can be ya know?💀 so yeah as for requests they’re gonna take me some time I’ll still have the wip page up to have it there and to give updates on what you can expect next but yeah this time it’s probably gonna be off the list for a bit or a bit of both but yeah whatever works either until I can get my balance with stuff under control or my horrible impulse control whatever comes first but yeah really sorry requests are taking so long and I’m jumping every direction but know I’m trying my best and I promise to get to them when I can and when I’m at my best possible work :)

Anyways thanks for listening to my rambling I am gonna go back to not sleeping and being a menace to society >:D

[xpeachesncream]

first position | one shot

summary: your bestfriend’s ex ain’t shit, especially if he’s never made her orgasm. (based on this ask)

pairing: jungkook x reader x reader’s bestfriend

genre: (18+) college au | smut

words: 2.3k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, alcohol consumption, marijuana use, threesome, protected sex, multiple orgasms, breast play, oral (f. receiving), cum eating, ass smacking, pussy smacking, doggy style, hair pulling, slightly rough sex

note: drew some inspiration from lani’s “first position” song (linked above); please know that this is an entirely new level of smut for me so i apologize if shit sounds kind of off. super unfamiliar with threesome scenes, but i did my best to read up on actual accounts to see what people describe it to be like ahaha ALSO - wips are updated, feel free to see what my messy brain is working up nowadays lol enjoy ya’ll 🤓 this goes out to you, anon! i tried! lol

"Baby, open up!" Jungkook says, knocking on your door. You stumble a bit, laughing with your bestfriend. You both had been drinking wine all night and shared a blunt together before calling your boyfriend, whining for some food.

"Gookieeee." You giggle as you open the door and throw your arms around his neck. He pulls back to kiss you on the lips before helping himself inside and tossing off his shoes.

"Jungkook! The savior!" Your bestfriend says as he sets the food down onto the kitchen counter.

"Yeah, yeah. Thank me later. I'd rather grab the food then let you two drunkies head out like this."

"We aren't drunk, silly."

"Okay." He chuckles as he plops onto the couch, manspreading as he flips the channel on your tv to the Warriors vs. Pacers basketball game. "That's more I like it."

"Excuse me." You say as you shove fries into your mouth, your bestfriend devouring her burger next to you in the kitchen. "You're getting comfortable."

"Mhm, I sure am."

"Babe, it's a girl's night."

"Mm no, it's no longer a girl's night after my babygirl asks me to leave the comfort of my bed just to bring her food."

"Sorry to interrupt your jacking off session."

"Yeah, exactly." He says. "What'd you guys drink tonight?"

"Wine, wine and more wine. Smoked a blunt too." He laughs.

"Time of your lives, ey?"

"Lana just got dumped by that ungrateful dumbass, of course I gotta treat her."

"Hey, for what it's worth Lana - Namjoon didn't deserve you." He looks at your bestfriend, sympathy poking through his facial expression. Lana and Namjoon had been dating on and off for almost 2.5 years until that stupid ass decided he wanted to cheat and pursue other women like he had it like that. He for sure didn't though. He couldn't even make Lana cum properly. At all, even.

"Yeah, he didn't even know how to make you cum." Jungkook's eyes widened.

"The fuck?" He chuckled. "Really? After all these years?"

"Um, yeah. I guess that's just how he gets down." She says shyly. She was so innocent, being that she hadn't really been in a relationship besides with Namjoon. She hadn't explored much being that he was so narrow minded and she did a lot to keep him happy in the relationship.

"So.. would you like, fake it?" Jungkook asks, curiosity in his eyes.

"No, she wouldn't even get there babe!"

"Huh?" He's utterly confused and he's not even trying to hide it.

"He would like, you know, do it until he came then that was it."

"Huh." He nods. "He wouldn't even try? Interesting." Kook says, making you laugh. "I make Y/N cum at least 5 times a day."

"Shut the fuck up, boy. No you don't." You throw a fry at him.

"Boohoo, okay. It's like 3 at the very least. I could make her cum more but she's always crying for me to stop cause she can't take it." You raise your middle finger at your boyfriend.

"H-how does it feel?"

"To cum?" Kook asks.

"Euphoric. Like no other." You respond. Jungkook looks at you, then back at her, a little turned on by the conversation. Lana was pretty, and she definitely deserved better as both you and Kook stated. She was innocent at best, but you knew she was curious.

"I wish I knew." She says, sipping on more wine, making a bright idea pop into your head.

"Hey." You lightly squeeze her side. "I have an idea, but it's totally okay if you don't wanna go with it. I don't wanna make you do something you aren't comfortable with."

"Hm?" She hums as she watches you give Jungkook a small smirk that he returns. He honestly doesn't know what your crazy ass is thinking about, but whatever it is, he's down. He always is, and that's what he loved about you - you were always down, and you taught him that. Life's too fucking short.

"Let's put you on." You say nodding to the room. "Let me and Kook show you what it's like." Jungkook almost chokes on his water.

"I-I— like a threesome? I don't know, I'm not that experienced, I wouldn't—"

"Girl, we'll guide you through it."

"But Jungkook, he's your boyfriend, I can't—"

"And that's not gonna change. He's down, trust me. Look at his stupidly cute face." You both turn to him, his doe eyes wide with a huge smile plastered on his face.

"Seriously though, Lana. If you aren't comfortable—" Jungkook chimes in, reassuring her.

"I'm down." She spits out and nods. "I'm down. Let's do it. As long as things don't change between us."

"It won't, I promise, okay?" You grab her hand and lead her to your room.

"Oh shit." Jungkook says, throwing the remote aside to catch you two. He walks in and stops at the door frame, watching you two sit on your bed. Honestly, he was down but he was also still feeling a little concerned about how this would go down. Of course, he was the only sober one here, you two being crossfaded almost out of your minds and more relaxed than he was. He didn't really have an issue though. As long as nothing changed between you, Lana and himself, then things would be fine. Especially between Lana and you. You had been bestfriends since college started.

He didn't think it would though, so fuck it.

"Just, follow along. Okay? If you're ever uncomfortable or want us to stop, just say so."

"Say ex or something weird." Jungkook spits out.

"Um, okay." You sit up on your knees as she leans back into your pillows, and gently start feeling up her arms.

"Relax, Lana." You say at a whisper, your lips about to fall onto hers. She takes the kiss as it builds up slowly. You feel her ease up, her arms climbing up yours as her tongue begins to explore and fight yours for dominance.

"Jeeeeesus fucking christ." Jungkook says, swiping his hand down his face as he continues to watch you and Lana tongue each other down. He felt himself getting harder by the minute, watching as the sound of sloppy, wet kisses began to fill the room and your shirts began to fly off. You pull away for a second to look back at him and signal for him to come over, his baggy long sleeve immediately coming off as he climbs onto the bed. You direct Lana to release your bra as you with hers. You're practically straddling her at this point, Jungkook's hands now roaming up your body. His hand grips your neck as he tilts it back, laying kisses along your jaw before nibbling your earlobe. You let out a breathy moan, your hips grinding against Lana's, causing her to bite her lip and let out a small moan as your hands begin to feel up on her breasts.

"Lay back." You say softly, Lana silently following the order. You begin to take off her leggings, throwing them across your room as Kook is gently laying kisses down your back. "Behind me, babe." You give him a quick look with Jungkook fully understanding the request. He steps off the bed, giving you space to lower yourself onto Lana's clothed clit. You press your lips against it while Jungkook is wrestling to take off your sweats and toss them aside, his fingers already getting busy with rubbing your clothed pussy as he tries to work with it from behind you and off the bed. Lana lets out a moan as she watches you closely, your finger hooking her panties to the side and your tongue giving her pussy a good swipe up. She trembles a bit with the contact, but settles quickly as you begin to work your mouth against her folds, then back up to her clit.

"Ohhhh shit. He's never done it like that." Lana says as she lets out a few breaths. You moan against her clit as Jungkook is now pumping his digits in and out of you quickly, his tongue continuously teasing, tip penetrating your entrance whenever his digits aren't doing the work. Lana's hips begin to buck upwards and grind onto your tongue, fucking her pussy more and more into this unfamiliar pleasure. "Oh fuck, oh my god! I don't know if I can do this." She whines as she grips the sheets, her knuckles turning white. You nod, signaling for her to let go as your tongue is now teasing her clit, working in up and down motions.

"Fuck, Kook!" You manage to spit out. You're so fucking turned on by the sight in your bedroom right now, and you have no idea if it's because you're pretty crossfaded, but this shit was pretty and all you wanted to do was feel good and make your bestfriend feel good. After all, she deserves to feel it once in her lifetime and if Namjoon wasn't gonna do that shit, then you'd gladly be the one to let her experience it.

"Cum for me, baby." He says as he quickly pulls back to give your pussy a good smack before he latches on again. "Let me feel it." The words alone, along with your moaning into Lana's clit, sends her over, her body trembling graciously in your grip.

"Fuck! What the fuck!" She screams, whining moans leaving her mouth quickly afterwards. You soon let yourself go, detaching yourself from her clit, your body trembling on all fours with Jungkook rubbing your clit like there's no tomorrow. The pain quickly turns into more pleasure, you crashing your body ontop of Lana's as you both try to regulate your breathing and come back down from your highs. Jungkook is hard as a fucking rock seeing the both of you completely fucked out already, especially you having done work on Lana at the same time as he pleased you.

"What do I do next?" You look at her as you finally gain the energy to raise your body a bit, shaking your head.

"Stay. Kook, get in her first." Jungkook is already unwrapping the first condom and sliding it down his dick.

"You both okay?" He manages to ask, Lana simply giving him a nod as he warns her with a tap of his reddened tip against her folds. "I'll take it slow. You just let me know what you want." You smirk down at her.

"Use him, Lana."

"W-what?" Her back slightly arches as her eyes roll to the back of her head feeling Jungkook fill her up. Although she had agreed to it, she didn't think her first fuck out of a relationship was gonna be with you and your boyfriend. Let alone did she ever think Jungkook would be penetrating her the way he was right now.

But fuck it. There's a first for everything.

"Use him." You repeat as you situate yourself on top of her, your lips landing back on hers with Jungkook's hand in your hair. "Tell him what you want to make you cum again."

"F-faster." She spits out in between kisses. Jungkook obeys, his thrusts now becoming quicker.

"Shit, dude." He says, his head tilting back in pleasure. "This is so fucking hot." You lower yourself a bit, your mouth latching onto her nipples one by one. You tease her a bit, your tongue flicking in and around her hardened bud, smirking into it when you hear her let out a loud moan.

"Fuck, yes. Please. Just like that." She begs. "Rougher please." You pull back on her nipple with a pop, lightly blowing air onto it as Jungkook begins to sloppily ram into her pussy. Caressing her skin, you can feel the goosebumps radiating throughout her body before you lower yourself back down onto her other nipple and repeat the process.

"Cum, Lana." Jungkook groans. "Cum all over this dick. It's your playing field right now." You smirk as your tongue continues to tease her nipple, her moans getting louder the more he hammers into her.

"Cum, babe." You say as you hop off and reach down to rub her clit. With just a few rubs, she's hurdling over the edge, her body trembling once more as she yells.

"Holy fuck! Ugghhhhhffffgod." Her breathing hitching as the aftershocks ripple through her.

"On your knees, babygirl." Jungkook orders you to get on your fours while switching out the condom to a new one, Lana slowly slipping out from under you to get on her fours and face you. Jungkook doesn't waste any time, roughly inserting himself into you and filling you up until he bottoms out. He feels a little more comfortable, knowing he can roughhouse the fuck out of you more than he could with Lana, so he begins to hammer into you and tug onto your hair at the same time.

"Jungkook, fuck." You moan, his large hand smacking your ass as he quickens his pace. Lana's now planting kisses along your neck while Jungkook holds you steady with your hair, her hands roaming around your breasts and giving them a good, gentle squeeze.

"Shit, I-I'm gonna cum soon." He says, biting his bottom lip. "Cum with me baby." He moans. Lana's hand travels down to your clit, copying what she's learned from you by rubbing it in circular motions.

"Ohhhhhhgod, yes!" You moan, but aren't able to release any other noise afterwards. You continue to whine as the loud, lewd noises of skin against skin continue filling the room. Sooner or later, you feel yourself unraveling, Jungkook's nails digging deep into your hips while Lana continues to rub your clit gently to help you ride out your high. "Oh my fucking god." You say as you try to regulate your breathing. Lana immediately throws her panties and her clothes back on, feeling shy with Jungkook being in the room.

"How'd that feel?" He says, throwing on his clothes while handing you yours. You look at her and smirk, licking your bottom lip.

"Good, I hope." Lana chuckles.

"Fucking amazing."

"Maybe we should do this more often."

"Baby, wait." Jungkook laughs. "You're fucking wild."

"She is, isn't she?" Lana rolls her eyes playfully.

"Hey, at least we gave you the ride of your life." You all make your way out of the room to get a little air and step away from the post sex-smelling room. "Next time I see Namjoon, I'll let him know what you look like when you cum." 

[markberries]

o h  b a b y┊draco malfoy

anon requested: do you think you can write this? 6thYear!Draco FWB with fem reader (really rough smut to take out his stress and frustrations) and she ends up getting pregnant from a broken condom but tries to hide the pregnancy until it can’t be hidden anymore/Voldemort somehow finds out and uses her to his leverage so Draco does his task? it doesn’t have to be a happy ending. if you don’t want to write this, it’s okay. thank you.

info: war was upon the students of hogwarts. getting pregnant wasn’t the plan.

warnings: SMUT, slight dirty talk, death

genre: smut, angst, fem!reader

word count: 1700+

a/n: LMAO on my wip page i put fluff.... sorry guys but no fluff here. semi edited,, ALSO I JUST REALIZED THIS ISNT FWB :((( IM SO SORRY

your hand tightens around the plastic in your hand, there’s a slight audible gasp that escaped the grasp of your lips, quiet enough for no one to notice, but loud enough for you to hear. you bite your lip, a surge of anxiety pumping through your veins, a skip of a heartbeat making you tap your foot. the two lines that formed in front of your eyes nearly had you shaking, but the worst part is you knew who the culprit was, and you knew how it happened.

you should have known that the moment you hadn’t gotten your period, that something must have happened. he used a condom that day, didn’t he? did i take birth control?

you and draco had been together for over a year, but you would be lying if you said that you hadn’t noticed his change in behavior. the silence that would fill the air, tension thick enough to slice with a knife. he always seemed like he was in thought, an empty gaze within his eyes.

two weeks ago, he was noticeably frustrated and agitated, so you didn’t question when he dragged you to a nearby supply closet, palming him through his pants.

he shut the door, quietly groaning into your left ear. his hands held the flesh of your ass, you could feel his warm breath on your skin, sending goosebumps all over. his mouth lightly brushed your ear, whispering an, “i need you.”

he took his thumb, slowly swiping it across your bottom lip. you parted your lips teasingly, letting his thumb enter your mouth as you lightly sucked on the fingertip. you could see the tent in his pants becoming tighter, the wetness building between your legs as you clenched your thighs together to hide your arousal, exciting thoughts running through both of your minds.

“we don’t have time for this, my love,” he whispered to you, lightly slapping your bottom. “i want you to turn around.”

a sudden feeling of confidence ran through your body, dragging your fingertips across his clothed chest. “oh yeah? why should i listen to you?”

draco decides to play along with your teasing, walking towards you as you walked backwards, your back pressing on the cool wall behind you. draco smirks, shamelessly looking at you up and down. he places his leg in between your thighs, his knee pressing against your clothed heat.

“you’re going to do exactly what i tell you to do princess, or else,” he says seductively, “now unbutton your shirt.”

the excitement running through your body made you bite your lip in anticipation, slowly unbuttoning your white dress shirt, draco watching your fingers play with the black buttons.

“hurry up princess,” he said sternly, nearly growling into your ear. his hand gripped at your thigh, and you let out a slight chuckle. 

“i don’t really feel like it, i think i’ll take my time.”

draco clearly wasn’t happy with your answer, roughly grabbing your waist to turn you around, now your chest was touching the wall, your two hands pressed against it. draco, still holding your waist, whispered in your ear, “since you decided to be a brat today, i’m gonna fuck you like one. alright? do we have any problems?”

you whimpered in response, breathing heavily as you heard the unzipping of his pants. he tugged open the foil of a condom, rolling it onto his length. he raised your skirt, pushing your panties aside. he lined up with your entrance, and with no warning, he slammed into you. you cried out, screwing your eyes shut.

“oh fuck,” he groaned in relief, aggressively pounding into you as you continued to moan his name loudly.

“hm? what do you have to say now?” draco grunted as he continuously fucked you from behind. you and draco have gotten rough before, but not like this, it was different. you liked it.

draco repeatedly hit the same spot in your body, pleasure rushing throughout your system. he would pull out to your entrance, then slam back in, the sound and smell of sex filling the small room.

“it feels so good,” you moaned, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. a recognizable feeling began to build up in your stomach, draco’s thrusts becoming sloppy but still pleasurable.

“i’m gonna come,” you whimpered, your vision becoming fuzzy.

“beg for it, princess.”

you were panting, sweat drenching your clothes, “please draco, f-fuck. i want to come so bad — please!”

“then come, princess.”

and with that, you let go, your body shaking while draco thrusted one last time, before finishing off as well.

the memory of that rough day in the closet was still freshly etched in your mind, and it remained there as you stared at the positive pregnancy test. your hand covered your mouth, tears welling up in your eyes. this couldn’t be happening.

you needed to tell draco, he had a right to know. you were still going to decide for yourself if you wanted to keep it or not, and you were leaning on the idea of raising the child. it didn’t matter if draco wanted it or not.

—

the first thing that draco wished, was that he had told you about his hidden identity. when draco heard the news, he wasn’t sure if he should be happy or not. he loved the idea of having a family with you, he didn’t expect to have one so early, but he genuinely wanted to create a future with you — just not under these circumstances.

the dark mark on his arm haunted him, the voice of voldemort’s appearing in draco’s recurring nightmares, and his ghastly tasks assigned to him never failed to make him shiver. so raising a child during this dark and twisted era, scared him.

a hundred things ran through his mind, asking himself if he would be a good father, whether or not his child would hate him because he was a bad person, and the secret he hid from you about being a deatheater.

“that’s amazing, y/n,” he smiled at you, and you let out a sigh of relief. you ran into his arms, burying your head in his chest as you let out a small cry.

“i thought you would leave me,” you said quietly, muffled by his clothing, but still audible. he smiled, brushing your hair as he held you in a warm embrace.

“i would never leave you,” he said softly, smiling down at your figure. you looked up at him, your eyes watery and shining like crystals, happy tears running down your face. you were draco’s soft spot, the one person who draco would rather die with than live without, and the thought of losing you made draco’s heart hurt.

he wiped the tears off of your face, planting a kiss on your forehead. for the first time in awhile, he felt calm, the warmth of you surrounding him, your soothing presence making him feel like this moment would last forever, and he wished it did, for he would have preferred to stay with you in that circumstance for the rest of his life.

—

the second thing draco wished, was that he had never been brought into this type of life. draco swore he nearly cried when bellatrix, voldemort’s fanatically loyal servant, ordered him to kill dumbledore. he almost said no, when thinking of you. the only thing that had stopped him, was the mention of your name. he froze in his tracks, trembling.

“you’re in love with another pureblood, aren’t you? what was her name — y/n?”

a cackle left bellatrix’s chapped lips while she played around with her wand. she sat comfortably in draco’s home, an evil smile from ear to ear. “she bears a child, doesn’t she?”

draco was left speechless, his lower lip quivering in horror. “how do you know that?”

he barely heard the sound of his mother questioning him, only thinking of what might possibly go wrong in this situation.

“it’s not about how i know, it’s about what i can do,” bellatrix said, standing up from the chair. “so it settles it then, you kill dumbledore, or i kill y/n and your child.”

draco forgot how to breathe. his brain scattered with possibilities of anything bad happening to you, how you would sound when you were being tortured, the pleading cries you would scream out while draco could only watch. he had to do it. he had to kill dumbledore.

but how could he? he would have to bear this weight on his shoulders, be seen as a murderer to you and his child. what would you think of him? would you think of him as a monster? even so, how would he protect you if he were to refuse the proposal of voldemort?

he was overwhelmed with thoughts, no hope left in his body. he couldn’t do it, he was too scared. he knew he was too much of a coward, and his inability to tell you about his dark mark proved it.

—

the third thing draco wished, was that he could’ve started a family with you. he imagined you with a bright smile on your face, placing breakfast on the table while your baby babbled random noises in their high chair. you would kiss him goodbye as he left for work, and he would never lose that feeling of happiness you gave him; but as he heard the terrified screams and shrieks that emitted from you, he knew that it would not be happening.

he simply had refused to kill dumbledore, creating a plan to escape with you, to run away and live a secret life, but that was too good to be true, as he watched your shivering body. you weren’t dead, just badly hurt. voldemort was laughing in amusement, watching you writhe in pain while tears ran down draco’s pale face.

“stop it! you monster!” draco bawled, his mother and bellatrix holding him back.

“did i not say that she would die? how dare you disrespect me?” voldemort shouted in response. the pain was too much for you to handle, and you dropped to the floor, still alive, but almost gone. draco should have told you, he knew he should have said something about the dangers that were ahead of you. he knew that he was in the wrong, and what he was about to do wasn’t going to fix everything, but it was the least he could have done.

so when draco ran in front of your body, as voldemort yelled out the curse that would send you to death, draco had received the curse instead of you, and the final thing he wished was that he had told you how much he loved you.

so when you began to crawl towards draco’s lifeless body, your own soul beginning to leave yours, you kissed him.

and both of you lay there, with your unborn baby, never knowing what could have been.

[chuckbass-love]

So you wanted requests? Can I maybe get a breeding kink with Ransom Drysdale? I feel like we don’t see that a lot and dammit we should! And maybe if you have time, Henry Cavill realizing he’s in love with his girlfriend? Like maybe she does something cute or funny and it just hits him that he loves her. Anyway I hope you feel better soon! Toothaches are the worst 🥺

Hey love, sorry for the long wait! Been trying to work more on my WIP’s and my collab. I’m gonna reply to this with the main request you put in with the Ransom breeding kink and then i’ll do a separate post for the Henry Cavill request.

I really hope you love this and i agree, this is something we don’t see enough of. 

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Warnings: Smut, language, fluff, praise kink, daddy kink, breeding kink, oral (male receiving) and spit play (sorta, i guess) 18+

Word Count: 3,225

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @definitelysoftransom go check them out 💙

Knock You Up

As a woman who firmly believes in romance and all of that mushy stuff, it sure is questionable as to why you’re in a relationship with Ransom Drysdale. He’s everything you should detest and yet you don’t, you adore him. 

He’s the only man you’ve ever been in love with and you cannot see that changing anytime soon. 

You’ve lost count of how many times your loyalty and love for Ransom has been questioned. Friends constantly ask and say

‘but why are you with him?’

or

‘you deserve better’ 

But you brush them off. Even his family, his own flesh and blood call you out on your apparent terrible choices. You just put it down to them not knowing him the way that you do. They don’t see the other side to him, the side that feels, loves and has a kind heart. 

Of course he isn’t always that way, he has a temper, he loses his cool. He kicks off, throws stuff, shouts and screams. And that’s just the aftermath of one of his family parties. Which you’re at right now.

You’ve been here for an hour with your boyfriend of 2 years and you’ve had just about enough of their digging and sarcastic remarks about your relationship. It’s like they are always mocking you. Making fun of you behind your back and to your face even, they have no shame. No remorse.

“What did you just say about me?” you speak up, after listening in on their conversation for long enough now “i’m sorry” Walt turns to face you, watching as you stand in the doorway, sipping at your drink.

“You heard me. You’re all having a jolly good time mocking my love life, the relationship i’m in with Ransom, why don’t you explain yourself” his smile soon drops, he’s straight faced, staring you down as he scoffs “i’m good thank you” you just chuckle as you walk over to him. 

You kneel down in front of him, your eyes locking on his “if you can’t explain yourself, the jokes you make, the digs. Then i suggest you keep your ugly mouth shut” you mutter, earning gasps from everyone in the room. Including Ransom who is more shocked at your attitude and bravery. You’ve always been the type to just sit pretty and ignore everything whenever you’ve attended a Thrombey party. Not tonight though, no, tonight you’re finally sticking up for yourself and your boyfriend. 

“He’s your family and you all treat him like dirt. You should really take a good look at yourselves in the mirror, because you’re all disgusting” you stand up as you speak, glancing over at Ransom who starts laughing, unable to hold it in, you laugh too.

“God i’ve spent 2 years holding all of that in and i’m so glad to finally say it. Walt, you’re a stuck up, old as fuck, ugly hearted bastard. Joni, you’re a money grabbing, selfish and self centred bitch. And as for you two, Linda, Richard. I’m glad that i don’t have to play nice with you anymore. The pair of you should have never been allowed to be parents. Ransom might be a lot of things but at least deep down he has a kind heart and one of the best personalities i’ve ever had the privilege to see. But you wouldn’t know that would you? Because all you’ve done his whole life is throw money his way and pray for the best results. It’s sad. Tragic even. Come on Ransom, we’re leaving” you strut out, Ransom follows closely behind.

Once you’re in the beamer, he crashes his lips to yours. It’s fiery and passionate.

“Have i ever told you just how much i love you?” he says as he turns the key in the ignition before stepping on the gas to get the fuck away from all of them.

“You might have a couple of times” you giggle, his free hand finds yours as he drives, holding it and intertwining your fingers before lifting it to his mouth so he can press a couple of quick kisses to your hand. He really worships the ground you walk on. 

And that just makes you love him more. He treats you like a princess whilst also fucking you like the whore that you are for him, every day and night. 

He pretty much speeds his way back to your shared place, well it was his place before you moved in and now it’s both of yours. Courtesy of Harlan Thrombey of course. One of the few members of Ransom’s family that you actually have the time of day for.

Ransom pulls up to your house and as soon as the engine stops, he’s rushing out and jogging round to your side to help you out, as he always does. He pulls you from your seat, lifting you up into his arms before kicking the door shut and continuing to carry you bridal style inside.

“Ransom” you squeal as he smacks your ass before putting you down.

He spins you around, making you go dizzy. 

“You were on fire tonight baby, might have to rile you up more often” you smack him playfully on his chest, rolling your eyes as you do so.

“I’m sorry i know they are your family and all and i’m supposed to just keep out of it but they make it so hard to do that when they are constantly bashing you and mocking what we have” you say, you can hear the care in your voice. How much he means to you and how much the relationship means to you. 

“It’s fine baby, really. I know i joke about it and play it off but really it’s fine. It stopped getting to me years ago. All that matters to me is you and our life together. Nothing else can faze me” you stand on your tip toes, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck to pull him down to meet your lips. Which of course he does. 

Your lips fit together so perfectly, it’s almost as if you were made for each other. 

And you believe that you were. You’ve always been a firm believer in soulmates. Someone for everyone, even Ransom Drysdale. A man who most would describe as an asshole. But even he found someone, he found you. The only woman that can bring him to his knees, the only person that knows everything about him that there is to know. 

You know all of his sweet spots, all of his kinks, all of his secrets. It took him a while to get there but when he did, it was so special. When he finally opened up, properly. 

Like the first time he cried in front of you, it broke your heart. It was actually the night you first slept with him. You were a virgin when you first met him so naturally, you made him wait. 

You really weren’t kidding with the whole ‘he’s the only man you’ve ever been in love with’ thing. It’s the truth. 

“I love you so much, you know that right? I never want to lose you, i want to be with you for the rest of my life” you say, cupping his face with your small hands, making sure to give him direct eye contact so he can see you properly. 

“I know. I love you too, i’ve never felt like this about anyone. You’re never getting rid of me now baby, you and me forever” you smile before diving back into the kiss. 

Tongues battle for dominance and teeth nip at bottom lips as you both tug at each others clothes. There’s a strong hunger that’s become very prominent since you left the party. Actually no, the hunger you have for each other is always prominent. You always crave each others touch and kisses.

“I want you so badly” you moan out as you remove his grey cable-knit sweater and he removes your tank top. You jump up, letting him catch you and you wrap your legs around his waist. He starts walking to your shared bedroom, laying you down on the Egyptian cotton sheets. Soft to the touch. Makes it even harder for you to leave the bed every morning.

“Do you have any idea how turned on i am by you?” he starts, removing the rest of his clothes and his boxers before hovering above you “you sticking up for me against my highly dysfunctional family and putting them in their place” you giggle from his open mouthed kisses as they begin at your jawline and trail down to your neck.

“No but i’m sure you can show me just how much” he pulls away, giving you the look. The look that even by now you know means he’s taking you up on that request. And boy will he show you how much he loves you and how hard you make him.

He gets off the bed and stands at the foot of it, signalling for you to join him and when you do he glares at you “do i even need to ask you pretty girl?” you shake your head no as you sink down to your knees, taking his hard cock in your small hand and pumping it a couple times. 

You give the tip a couple of kitten licks to rid it of the pre cum that’s leaked out during the lead up to this moment. He groans as you take him in your mouth for the first time, throwing his head back and letting his mouth fall open slowly “oh god, just like that. Such a good girl” he praises, taking your hair in his hands to hold it up and out of your face, letting you really go for it.

And you do.

Saliva drips from the corners of your mouth and he stills your head so that he can take over “that’s a good little cock slut” he mutters, his thrusting pace picks up, grunting and groaning each time you gag and splutter all over him.

All of a sudden he pulls out. He bends down to pick you up and throw you onto the bed like you weigh nothing.

“You like sucking daddy’s cock, hm? Like causing a big mess all down yourself baby?” you nod, biting your lip “yes daddy” he smirks, as he wipes your chin.

“Open that mouth for me” you do as you’re told, opening nice and wide for him. He hovers over you once again, lowering his head and spitting into your mouth “like that huh? want me to do that to your cunt, spill my cum inside of it after i fuck you senseless?” you can’t help but feel more turned on as the minutes tick by. He’s always been able to get you crumbling so fast. He knows all the tricks.

“Yes. Please cum inside me”

He slowly removes the rest of the clothes that cover you up. The bra that hides your breasts. You arch your back, allowing him room to unhook it before tossing it behind him, setting them free. He leans down to show them love. Pinching the hardened peaks in his fingers before taking one in his mouth. Sucking and biting.

He shows the same amount of love to the other nipple before pulling off with a pop.

Next up are your jeans, he slides them off once undoing the button and pulling the zipper down.

And now you’re left in nothing but your red lacy panties. He licks his lips, growling as his eyes rake over your figure “so sexy”. His fingers hook into the waistband before he removes them in an instant. Like it didn’t even take him a second to do it. 

You spread your legs for him, giving him a good show “look at this” he grazes his knuckles over it before pulling his hand away and tossing your panties. 

Once they are on the floor he kisses his way back up to your sex, starting at your legs. You feel shivers all over your body as he gets higher, the pool in between your legs is growing more and more with each one he presses to your skin.

“Please, hurry. I need you” you beg, gripping onto the strands of his hair. He just tuts “so desperate to be fucked, to get stuffed full of my cum aren’t you?Well not so fast baby, let daddy take his time” you arch your back as your head falls back down to the sheets underneath. 

“I need you now though, i need your cum now” he chuckles, as his face is now inches from your soaked pussy “oh you need it do you? And why’s that sweetheart?” you just hum in response, enjoying the feel of his breath on your clit. 

“I asked you a question baby” you prop yourself up on your elbows “i love how it feels when you spill your cum inside of me” you lie as he licks across your folds briefly before pulling away.

“Let me guess. You want my cum so you can have my baby is that it? Should know by now that you can’t fool me sweetheart” you feel your cheeks heat up at the embarrassment of your broody side coming out, now of all times. 

“Wait, no. That’s not it” you lie again. The thing is, Ransom is a lot of things but one thing you’ve always assumed of him is that he’s not the father type. That kids will never ever be a thing he wants. You don’t want to scare him away with how you feel. Lying is the best option right now. You don’t want to kill the buzz.

“Now now, don’t get all hasty. My woman wants a baby, she’s getting a baby” your mouth hangs open in shock as he moves upwards so that his head is level with yours. He presses a quick kiss to your forehead before lining himself up with your entrance. 

“So wet for me, just the way i like you”

He slams in without warning, not that you expected one. It’s Ransom. You should be used to it by now. You grip onto his biceps, letting him ram into you again and again. With each thrust you move further up the bed. Your legs wrap around him, pulling him in even deeper, you need to feel him deeper.

“Daddy” you moan, your toes curl “you like this? Like me fucking this tight cunt, stretching it out nicely” you nod, biting your lip as you cup his face and pull him down for a kiss. 

The kiss soon turns into a make out session to which you break away from, taking his tongue with you as you suck on it before he licks his fingers and presses them down onto your bundle of nerves.

“SHIT” your eyes roll to the back of your head, feeling every nerve in your body going crazy at how good he’s making you feel. All the hairs standing on end, goosebumps appear. 

The tip of his cock pokes at your g-spot and you can quite literally feel him in your stomach at this point.

“Want me to cum inside this pretty little pussy?” he moves his hand from your nub to your stomach “want me to put a baby in here? hm? would you like that sweetheart?” you can’t even muster up a single word to respond to him with. The pleasure is mind blowing and toe curling. You know if things continue like this then you won’t last much longer.

“God i want to knock you up so badly, make me a real daddy” he chuckles “you’re gonna make the best mother. Nothing like mine. You’re gonna care for our child like mine should have” his pace is rendering on animalistic at as the coil twists and twists.

“Gonna watch you glow as you carry our child” 

“Yes. Ransom. Fuck” he keeps going “make you my wife some day huh? would you like that? To marry me, be my wife?” all the words that you never expected are leaving his mouth as he grunts and growls, shocking you to your core. 

You never imagined him to ever want marriage or kids and yet here you are. Discussing it as he fucks you so good. As he pushes you close to a state of pure ecstasy and pleasure. 

“Yes, i want that. I want all of that with you, please, give it to me. Fill me up daddy, give me your cum” he lowers his head, burying it into your neck, kissing and sucking.

“Fuck, i’m gonna cum daddy, make me cum” you whine, reaching your hands around to his back, scratching at it as you let him send you toppling over that cliff for your sweet release. 

Your walls flutter around him deliciously, gripping onto his cock and keeping him from leaving you completely. 

His thrusts go from fast and rough to slow and hard, he’s close now. You pull his head from your neck so you can look into his eyes as you say “give me your cum baby, make me a mommy” and that’s all he needs to fall.

“Fuck”

“Gonna fucking knock you up”

“Give you a baby”

“My little fucking whore wants to be a mommy huh? Then she’s gonna be a mommy”

“That’s it. Keep squeezing my cock like that sweetheart, milk me”

“Fuckkkkk, i’m cumming” 

Soon enough you feel him twitch and spasm inside of you before the warmth of his seed spurts inside of you, painting your walls and doing exactly what you both wanted, filling you up.

“god, that was incredible” he pants, falling down onto the bed, beside you. You both just lay there, trying to take in everything that’s just happened. 

Everything you both just said.

“So you want a baby” you speak up, breaking the silence “i do. I never thought i’d ever say that but i do. But i only want one with you, i only want any of that serious shit with you” he turns on his side, you join him. 

His thick digits trace their way down your arm and eventually falling onto your waist and resting there.

“I didn’t think you were after all of that?”

“It’s you Y/N. You do this to me. How have you done this to me? I never wanted any of these things before and yet with you, i want it all and nothing else matters except from you. You’re the only person i care about” 

“I love you so much Ransom”

“And i love you, more than you know”

You kiss him quickly.

“I guess now this means more sex for us, we won’t make a baby doing it twice a day”

You squeal when he picks you up as he gets off the bed. He carries you over to the bathroom and into the shower.

“You gonna let daddy fill you up again baby?”

You just nod as you feel him slide inside of you, his cock still hard. How is that even possible. Once the shower is turned on and the water cascades over your naked bodies, he pushes you up against the wall. Picking his pace up gradually.

You can’t wait to spend forever with him.

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[reddie-is-my-life]

Hi

I’m not sure if any of the people that follow me are even active anymore but its been a couple of years since i posted on this account. I’ve written a couple things throughout the time that I actually posted on this account which is what this post is about. I was scrolling through my wips and turns out I have a not completed fic that could really be considered a drabble. Anyways, I wanted to post it just to say i did. You don’t have to read it. Or you can. Its up to you. I wrote this in 2018 so if you do decide to read it don’t be harsh. Thank you.

The thrum of the music under his feet guides him further into the pack of bodies grinding against each other. The smell of sweat, weed and alcohol curls around him making his nose scrunch up from distaste, the further he walks into the house. Someone in the crowd bumps into him slamming their shoulder into him, making him stumble slightly before someone reaches out to steady him. He decides to not acknowledge the hand considering the owner of said hand is the one to blame for his presence at the party. The same hand leads him into the open kitchen where all the liquor is lined up on the counter.   

“Come on Eddie, I know you don’t wanna be here but at least don’t look like a 5 year-old that got their favorite toy taken away from them,” Bill pouts already reaching for the bottle of whiskey.

“Oh, I’m sorry for being so petulant. I should’ve realized that it was hurting your feelings Billy. I also didn’t realize that your favorite toy was a party filled with people that don’t care who sees them wasted and filled with idiocy ,” Eddie snaps back. 

Bill only raises his shot of whiskey in the direction of the other boy before tipping it back. Swallowing he takes a moment before he responds, “You seem snarkier than usual, something up?”  this time he takes a step closer as if it’ll block the dark room, loud music, and the dozens of people surrounding them. 

Even if Eddie wanted to talk about it, he sure as hell would never hold a heart to heart conversation with Bill in front of so many people. Instead he shakes his head and reaches for the cooler filled to the brim with beers. Expertly popping the cap off with his car keys he turns to Bill again finally meeting his expectant eyes, “It’s nothing, I just have a small headache is all,” it wasn’t a complete lie, he did feel the beginning fingers of a migraine graze his head. Ignoring it he decides to change the subject before the other man decided to pry more, “So what’s the deal with this guy? He’s got a pretty nice house to be someone of the middle working class.”

It was true after all, no one with decent money income could afford a sleek looking chandelier hanging in the middle of what looked to be the living room. The couches seemingly pushed next to the walls giving more space for people to grind against each other. The couches were filled with people either shotgunning or just full on making out. The sound system though, playing songs that made him skeptical about the type of music the host listened to, seemed mighty expensive even from his vantage point in the kitchen. The place itself was big, the open kitchen looking out into the living room and what seemed to be a room with a pool table, leading into a hallway Eddie was sure was a couple bedrooms. He wondered if the rest of the place would look just as expensive as the part that was filled with people. Maybe he would sneak away and explore the rest of the house if Bill got caught up with someone else. 

Bill nods his head in agreement, “Yeah, it is a pretty damn good house. The guy that invited me here, Ben,” he takes a second as if remembering the man. And if he’d be damned he thinks Bill is blushing lightly ,”he’s, uh, best friends with the host. Said he was a radio host or something and he had his own show even. He also said he would be here but I haven’t seen him yet,” he looks around the room but it’s no use due to how smokey and dark the whole house is. 

Looking at his friend more closely he realizes that he is indeed blushing like some schoolgirl with her crush instead of a 25 year old man. He wonders when Bill met this so-called Ben and when he had formed his crush. But more importantly he wonders why in the world Bill never even mentioned him to him. Eddie was surely privy to this information, he was his best friend after all. Perhaps Bill finds you annoying now. Maybe Bill doesn’t even want to be friends with you but is too nice to tell you directly so he brought you to the party you didn’t want to go to so you would leave him. Perhaps Bill finally sees you for who you really are. You dirty-, “Hey Bill, do you happen to have a crush on this Ben fellow?” 

“Uh, w-w-why wouldd you say that Ed-d-die?” Bill's stutter comes out clearly, making him flustered and proving his hidden secret. Instead of coming clean he reaches for his third shot. Swallowing it cleanly only slightly wincing he takes a look around the dark room again as if someone will appear and save him any second from the questions Eddie is surely going to press him with. 

Eddie moves to the side when someone comes up behind to get something to drink but pulls Bill right along with him. Deciding to at least ask, without intention of harm he opens his mouth, “Come on, Bill. You don’t need to lie. I am your best friend for a reason. You can tell me these types of things,” he laughs ruefully at that, “actually technically you can tell me anything, that’s what comes with being best friends. A small dumb crush definitely falls in that category.”

Bill winces at that and a sad glint fills his eyes along with disappointment but before he can answer him someone calls his name out. He turns along with Eddie to meet a guy smiling and walking towards them, “What’s up, Big Bill? What are you doing huddling next to the drinks? Don’t you know this is a party?” Eddie watches the man come closer and notices how Bill lit up with excitement as soon as he recognizes him. So this must be Ben. He would let out an appreciative whistle if the man weren’t so close and Bill wasn’t so infatuated with him. The man - Ben - was handsome as hell. His light colored hair was styled to look as if he hadn’t done anything with it but it wasn’t a lazy look, it looked rather sophisticated. The beard that adorned his face looked sharp and regal, complimented even by the small scar that lay on the corner of his top lip. God damn, a scar has never looked so right. His build was leaning towards gruffer and broader. His arms seemed to bulge even from Eddie’s vantage point. It was all on top of legs fit into jeans that seemed to only highlight the fact that his arms weren’t the only thing taken care of. Though the man would look intimidating with a face and a body like that but his eyes were kind and his tone was playful. 

He takes a second to catch on to the nickname and is soon distracted by that rather than the man standing across from him, “Big Bill?” he whispers quietly turning to face Bill.

Before he can say anything about the nickname he receives a hearty laugh from Ben. Facing him again he waits for his answer, “Ah, you haven’t met Richie yet then. He gives everyone a nickname. Or at least everyone he likes. I’m Ben or Haystack,” He says extending a hand to shake. 

Though Eddie finds it strange to shake hands as if in a business setting instead of a raging party he shakes his hand, “Eddie or Eddie.”

Though it wasn’t a joke, Ben still lets out a smile at his response. His brown eyes twinkle before turning to Bill. He goes to touch him before seeming to think better of it and turns to Eddie again, “You wouldn’t mind if I took Bill from you would you? At least for just a little bit.”

Raising his eyebrows he shakes his head, “No, no, not at all. You guys should go dance.”

Bill clears his throat before responding, though Eddie sees right through it. Almost as an afterthought it comes to him that Bill usually clears his throat when he plans on what to say without having to worry about his stuttering. Guess Ben makes him nervous, “You sure Eddie? I can stay if you want,” but from the way he was looking at the other man he doubted that it was something he wanted to do.

“Yeah, I’m sure. I’ll go find something to do. Maybe even find the host to tell him how shit his beer is,” he cracks a smile at that, urging his friend to leave him in the kitchen and dance with the handsome devil that clearly seemed interested in him too.

“Alright, just give me a second,” he tips his head back taking the shot in his hand before turning and taking another one. He shakes his shoulder at it and turns to face the other two, “Alright, let’s go dance.”

Eddie almost expects a high pitched giggle from his friend for a second by the way he grins so widely. He makes no reaction outwards but inwardly he’s utterly confused. Bill wouldn’t be acting this way if it was just a small crush. He wonders when Bill met Ben once again before he notices that his friend has turned his head looking at him briefly making Eddie smile and pumping a fist in the air before he turns around once again saying something in Ben's ear that makes the bigger man face him smiling widely. He lets out a quiet sigh, confused as to when Ben had made an appearance in Bill's life enough that he would look like - funnily enough - he was given his favorite toy. 

Before he figures out what he wants to do while he waits for Bill to come back - if he even comes back - his eye catches on someone walking up to the counter looking more than enough wasted that he feared that the second they got their hands on another drink they would puke all over Eddie’s shoes. Deciding not to even chance the thought of it or at best try to hold a conversation with them he walks towards the pool table. Sidling up to a corner of the pool table he takes into account the people surrounding it. Most seem pretty similar to each other making commentary on the play going on in front of them. Yet, he focuses on one of the players, while most people around the table - hell even the other player - are more drunk than not, he seems perfectly sober. 

His moves are crisper than the other guy who is moving around slowly. He watches as the small bun on the man's head bounces around a little as he jumps up and down from seeming excited on his clear victory. His actions lead to a couple curls coming out and framing his face. Eddie looks at him closer and notices that the man has a shocking color of blue eyes that pair nicely with his sharp cheekbones and jaw. Strangely he remembers Ben and thinks how complete opposites these two are. While this stranger is just as attractive as Ben he falls on the opposite spectrum. Pool table guy has such a pale color of skin he kinda looks like a ghost in the soft lighting hanging above the table. The light casts shadows on his face making him seem sharp and cold, while his electric blue eyes set off a vibe of mysteriousness making him that much more intriguing to Eddie. 

As he finishes off his beer he watches as the handsome stranger takes the final shot landing him the victory that was obvious as soon as Eddie walked over to the table. He watches in something close to amusement as he celebrates around the table before bringing the other player closer and clapping him on the back. The only response he gets from the drunk player is a couple grunts in disdain with the occasional mutter that the game was unfair and he demanded a rematch. Handsome stranger only chuckled in response before letting him go. And suddenly driven by who knows what force Eddie spoke up, “I’ll do the rematch for him, considering it wasn’t a fair match between a drunk man and a sober one.”

Both men turn to look at him but he focuses on the blue eyes of the handsome man. They seem to stare at each other for eternity before the other man breaks the silence by breaking into a smirk, “It wasn’t my idea to play the match. It might actually be an unfair match to me considering I had to drag it out way more due to consideration of this poor drunk man, isn’t that right, Zach?”

The drunk fool- Zach, didn’t let out a reply instead opting to slump further into the chair he had let himself fall into. It seemed to Eddie that he was getting ready to fall asleep in the chair. The host surely must care about the random people falling asleep in his property. He turned his attention back to the other man before cocking an eyebrow. With a small jerk he silently questioned if he would take him up on his offer. Said stranger only seems to smirk even more before heading to one side of the table.

As Eddie grabs his pool stick the stranger talks to him again, “So, cutie what’s the name to the face?”

“Don’t call me that and it's Eddie. And you would be?”

“Richie Tozier at your service. Seriously though, anything you want,” he finishes with a wink. A fucking wink, how cheesy could this guy get? God could only do so much for someone Eddie supposed, good looks, bad personality. 

Eddie scoffed instead of deeming him a response. Setting the balls into place he felt as Richie watched him. Looking up at him he met his gaze allowing only the smallest bit of discomfort set into him before he spoke again, “So, do you not drink?”

If Eddie hadn’t been watching his reaction closely he wouldn’t have noticed how Richie’s smirk faltered for a second before righting itself quickly. Only faint curiosity crossed his mind soon fading away because even though he was intrigued in Richie he didn’t want to actually get involved in anything with him where he would care about him in any way. Richie seemed to ponder the question for a second before answering, “I do drink, just didn’t feel like drinking yet, plus weed is sufficient enough to last until I decide I want a drink,” he shrugs.

Only raising his eyebrows slightly he gestures for Richie to begin the game. He watches as the other walks around the table before setting the white ball down. Just as he’s about to lean down to perfect his shot he looks at Eddie, “What about you Ed’s? I saw you put the beer bottle away but I doubt that you’re drunk.”

He observes as Richie lines up his shot before deciding to respond, “Again, my name is Eddie, if you already forgot. E-d-d-i-e. And secondly, I don’t really enjoy the idea of me passing out on an uncomfortable wooden chair next to a pool table surrounded by people I don’t know,” he pointedly looked at Zach quickly passed out on the chair already.

“Mmm, we’ll have to see about that, won’t we.”

Lining up his shot, Eddie hums low in his throat right before the balls fall into the pocket. The game continues as the silence covers them like a fog. The small clinking of balls against each other along with the loud music playing from the living room do nothing to hide the hot gaze of both men as they move around each other. Brief touches of hands, shoulders and hips go throughout the game with the occasional smirk thrown at each other. Eddie though usually not one to find interest in a random stranger that quickly can’t help but feel curious toward the curly haired man. As the game comes to a close, Eddie sinks the final shot winning but only allowing himself a small humpf of victory before looking at Richie. 

Even though they’ve basically been eye fucking each other the whole entire game Richie places his hand on the small of Eddie’s back steering him towards the drinks, “I think i need a drink,” Richie offers offhandedly. 

Eddie silently watches as Richie makes up a concoction of tequila with orange juice stirring it slightly before tipping it back. Slightly covered in sweat Richie’s neck shines faintly under the faint light filtering from the small light on top of the stovetop. Watching as his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, Eddie also swallows along with him suddenly hit with a dry throat. He reaches for the whiskey Bill had been drinking earlier before pouring up a shot. Taking it straight, he tries to clear his thoughts so he won’t end up in bed with the man that’s staring at him currently. That’s not how it works dumbass, you should definitely not be drinking alcohol. 

He swallows.

“Holy shit, Ed’s didn’t know you had it in you. I would’ve thought you would go for another weak beer,” Richie smirks.

“Shut up prick, you don’t know shit about me.”

“Maybe so, but by tonight I’m hoping I’ll know a couple more things about you,” and once again he winks but instead of making Eddie's eyes roll it makes his stomach turn in excitement. 

“Sure pal, whatever you say,” he deflects.

Richie only laughs in reply before pouring up four more shots and gestures to two of them looking at Eddie pointedly. Eddie lets out a scoff before stepping closer and taking one into his hand. He makes eye contact as he tips it back and if the eyes aren’t deceiving him Richie’s eyes darken a shade. He smirks before bringing the shot glass back to the countertop, “So?”

Richie lets out a dark chuckle before taking both shots one after another. The only reaction of the burn is a slight twitch in the corner of his eye before he stares at Eddie in amusement. Eddie takes the remaining shot before heading over to the group of bodies grinding against each other. He briefly glances behind his shoulder making sure the other man still has his attention directed towards him.

And that’s it. Thanks.

[tuiccim]

Terrigenisis (Part 6)

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Bucky Barnes X Inhuman!Reader

Words: 3817

Summary: After undergoing terrigenisis unwillingly your life is turned upside down when you are deemed too dangerous to return to life as a civilian. You are put with the Avengers team to train and rebuild. As you hone your powers and skills, you must also decide if you can find home and love again. Or is your curse to be a lonely wanderer forever?

Warnings: SMUT (18+, NSFW)

Terrigenisis (WIP) Masterlist

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The cabin is absolutely exquisite. No surprise since it's Tony’s, The kitchen is stocked with lots of shelf stable goods. The bedroom, the only bedroom, has a king size bed. You quirk an eyebrow when you see the bedroom but you know, if you asked, the guys would desert it for the couches covering the main room. The bathroom has a huge shower and giant tub. You are definitely taking a bath later. There is a hot tub on the back porch along with several rocking chairs. Beyond the back porch is a fire pit surrounded by Adirondack chairs not far from the creek. 

Bucky brings in a duffle bag and you give him a bemused look. “So, you packed some things for yourself?”

“Don’t worry, Doll. I packed some things for you, too.” He smirks at you. 

“How did you manage that?” You ask. 

“What if I told you I raided your room?” He asks.

"I'd probably laugh at what you could have possibly picked to bring." You say.

"Damn, knew I should have done it. I brought some extra clothes of mine. Use whatever you like." He says. 

You nod and a smile curls your lips.

“What are you thinking?” Bucky narrows his eyes at you. 

“That you just want to see me in one of your shirts.” You smirk at him. 

“Maybe I do.” Bucky puts his arms around you and pulls you in for a kiss. 

You break away after a moment, “I’m going to see what I can cobble together for dinner.”

Steve comes in from the back as you rummage around the kitchen. “I got a fire started in the pit. We can sit out there for a while.”

“Sounds good. I’m making some dinner.” You smile.

“What are you finding to make?” Steve asks as he comes up behind you. He brackets you in his arms and you turn to face him. 

“I think I can make a decent chicken and rice from this stuff. It’s canned chicken, but it shouldn’t be too bad.” You smile at Steve. 

“I’m sure it’ll be great, Doll.” Steve delivers a swift kiss. 

The three of you eat bowls of chicken and rice by the fire and talk. It’s easy and you stare at the two as you lean back in the chair. The turn today had taken you by surprise but it felt right, somehow. It wasn’t a relationship you ever pictured yourself in. This wasn’t the life you expected to live, but it was your lot. Maybe this was what you were meant to be, an Avenger, and the lover of the two kindest men you’d ever met. 

When darkness surrounded you and the fire had burned down low you say, “I’m going to head inside for a bath.”

“Okay, Doll. We’ll clean up dinner.”  Steve says. 

“Thanks.” You head in and run a hot bath for yourself. 

As you soak in the tub you can hear Steve and Bucky in the kitchen. At first, it’s just the clink of dishes as they clean up, but then they begin to talk. 

“Stop splashing the water, Punk.” Bucky says.

“Little water upsetting you, Jerk?” Steve taunts. “Where’s your head at? I can see something’s going on in there.”

“Relieved. I’m just glad we didn’t scare her away.” Bucky says.

“Yeah. Me, too.” Steve says. 

“I’m… I’m pretty sure I’m in love with her, Stevie. I don’t want to tell her yet because I don’t want to push her, but I am. I love you both. I want this to work.” Bucky says. His voice is tight with emotion. 

“I feel the same way about her, Buck. When you said she was our best friend when we talked about this, I realized how true that is. We’ll make it work. Whatever it takes.” Steve says.

“Til the end of the line.” Bucky smiles and Steve can’t stop himself from laying a kiss on him. 

You are in tears sitting in the bathtub. You wonder if they know you can hear them or if they just forget how strong your hearing is. Whatever it is, you know you love them, too. They’re your best friends. Now, it was time to make them your lovers, as well.                                                                                                                      

You get out of the bath and towel yourself off. Your stomach is full of butterflies as you decide how to go about this. You grab a shirt out of Bucky’s duffle and pull it over your head. You gather your clothes and head to the washing machine on one side of the kitchen. 

“Whatcha doing, Doll?” Bucky asks from the couch. 

“I was going to wash my clothes so I have something to wear tomorrow.” You reach up to grab the detergent and can feel Bucky’s t-shirt ride up giving the guys a peek of your ass. 

“Need any help, sweetheart?” You jump at Steve’s voice coming from right behind you. How these two can move so quietly is beyond you. Especially with your hearing. Bucky is only a step behind Steve. 

You look between the two and your lips curve into a seductive smile. “I was going to ask if you wanted to throw your clothes in.” You bite your lip and look the two supersoldiers up and down. 

“That sounds like an excellent idea.” Steve says as he pulls his shirt over his head.

Bucky follows suit but when he drops his shirt in the machine, he reaches up to cup your face. “You’re sure about this, Doll?”

You put a hand over his and lean into his touch. With your other hand, you reach out to Steve. “I’m with you. I’m with both of you til the end of the line.” You say, looking between the two. 

“You heard us?” Steve asks.

“I love you, too.” You whisper as the two supersoldiers stare at you in stunned silence. “So, um, when you’re ready I’ll be in the bedroom.” As you walk to the bedroom you pull off Bucky’s shirt and throw it on the couch as you pass. You can hear belts and flies rip open as you walk away causing you to smile despite your heart beating wildly. 

You sit on the bed and as the two walk in you slide yourself backwards towards the pillows. They each move to one side of the bed. Bucky to your right and Steve to your left. You watch their movements and study each of their bodies for a moment. Both men are beautiful beyond words and well endowed making you lick your lips. 

“We love you, too, Doll.” Steve says. 

“Both of us.” Bucky says. 

“I know.” You smile. 

Bucky puts a hand on your arm and looks at you, “You’re trembling.”

“Nervous.” You say. “Sorry. I’ve never done this before. Not with… not with two people.” 

“Neither have we.” Steve reassures you. “We’ll go slow. Just let us show you how good we can make you feel. Tell us if anything makes you uncomfortable.” 

Steve kisses you then and Bucky’s hand comes up to gently caress your breast as he kisses your shoulder. Steve’s tongue explores your mouth and his hand trails across your belly until he grasps your waist. His thumb rubs back and forth as he begins kissing down your neck. Steve’s lips find your nipple and your breath hitches just as Bucky claims your mouth. You trail a hand down Bucky’s chest and rub his thigh as he kisses you with abandon. Your other hand finds Steve’s head as he continues to leisurely kiss his way down your body. 

“Lay back, sweetheart.” Steve says. 

Bucky’s metal arm that had been draped behind you now moves to hold your neck as he gently lays you down. You feel Steve’s breath fan across your mound as Bucky kisses you again. He swallows your gasp when Steve's tongue licks across your folds. Steve finds your clit and makes slow circles around it while his finger pushes into you. You arch as Bucky's lips attach to your pulse point and he palms your breast.

Your hand finds Bucky's cock and trails up and down it with a feather light touch. Steve adds a second finger into you and your grip Bucky's cock.

"Fuck, Doll. You feel so good. You're so beautiful." Bucky whispers in your ear. "Watching Stevie licking and sucking on you is making me so hard. Feeling your hand gripping me. Fuck, you're perfect for us."

The stimulation is overwhelming. Steve's mouth and hands between your legs, Bucky's lips on your neck, hands squeezing your breasts, and hips pumping into your hand. And then the words Bucky said. You'd never been talked to that way and it turned you on more. You were near cumming already when Steve said "You're so wet, sweetheart. You taste so good." Steve's tongue begins working double time over your clit as his fingers slide in and out of you, curling into your g spot. 

You're breathing becomes ragged as you spiral closer to climax. Bucky sees you're close and begins whispering encouragement to you. "That's it, Doll. Be a good girl and cum for us. Cum all over Stevie's face. He wants it. Wants you writhing and calling out for us. Let us hear it." 

"Steve, Bucky, fuck!" Your mind flashes bright white as you cum harder than ever before. You felt as if you were flying into a million pieces. Steve holds your legs open as you shatter and licks over your clit until you are keening and grab his head. 

Steve moves up to lay beside you and kisses you. “You were so good, baby.” Steve whispers to you. 

Bucky turns you on your side facing Steve and begins kissing across your back and shoulders. You trail your hand across Steve’s chest feeling the hard plains until your hands meet the deep V leading to his sex. You encircle your hand around his firm cock as Bucky moves his body more firmly against you. You feel Bucky’s hardness press into the curve of your ass and you moan. Steve captures your mouth and pulls your leg over his hip. Your body tingles as Steve and Bucky’s hands caress your skin. 

“Is this okay, Doll?” Bucky asks.

“Yes. Please, Bucky. Steve, please.” You moan. 

Bucky and Steve exchange a look and Steve nods. Bucky positions himself against your entrance and gently presses in, his face against your neck. 

“You’re so tight, Doll.” Bucky's voice is gravelly. “Are you okay?”

“Yes. God, yes.” You say. “More.”

Bucky begins thrusting gently and you stroke Steve in the same rhythm. Your eyes meet Steve's and you see lust mixed with adoration in his face. You lean in to kiss him and he devours your mouth. When you part he presses his forehead to yours. "You feel so good, sweetheart." 

Bucky's hand had found its way to your clit and you were feeling the coil in you tighten again. "She does, Steve. Feels so fucking good."

Steve reaches a hand across the two of you and grips Bucky's hip, encouraging his thrusts. "Give her more, Bucky. She wants it. Don't you, Doll?"

"Yes. It feels so good, Bucky." You would have agreed to just about anything in that moment but you really did want more. The two of them against you, wanting you, loving you was making you spiral. Bucky grabs your leg, pulling it up higher as he thrusts harder. You cry out your pleasure.

Steve stills your hand that's stroking him. "I want to be inside you, too. You're getting me too close, Doll."

"I'm sorry." You whisper. 

Steve smiles and kisses you. "It's a good thing. You're perfect." 

Steve's hand moves down to your clit and his fingers curl over it sending a jolt through you. That accompanied with Bucky's thrust are pushing you to the edge. 

"You gonna cum for us again?" Bucky says in your ear. "I can feel you tightening around me. Feels so good, baby girl. Cum all over my cock."

"Bucky." You moan out his name. Burying your head in Steve's shoulder you bite down to contain your scream as you shatter again. Your body shutters between the two and your walls flutter around Bucky. 

You hear him groan "Fuck, fuck, Doll. So good." As his hips stutter against you and his cock pulses inside of you with his release. Once Bucky is spent you feel him slowly pull out of you. Whining at the loss of him, you smile when you hear him chuckle.  

When your breathing slows a bit, you hear Steve whisper, "You bit me, Doll." 

"Scared of a few teeth marks, Captain?" You sass. You surprise Steve by pushing him on to his back and straddling him. You position his cock and sink down on him, moaning together.

"Jesus, that's hot." Bucky says as he watches you. 

"Don't worry, Stevie. I won't put any marks where they can see." You say as you lean down to nip at his chest. It wasn't hard enough to hurt or leave a mark but Steve's hips buck in response. 

"Our little kitten has some claws." Bucky chuckles. 

"Fuck, Bucky. She's so tight." Steve groans with his head thrown back and eyes screwed shut. You place your hands on his torso and work your hips harder. He grips your hips and begins thrusting up into you. 

Bucky leans into Steve and kisses his neck, rubbing his hand across Steve's chest. "She is, baby. Your cock looks so good going in her. You're taking him so good, Doll." Bucky's hand moves down to caress Steve's V and Steve's hips buck even more. 

"Steve, fuck. Yes." You roll your hips working him in and out of you, chasing your orgasm and his. "Cum for me, baby, please." You cry as you fall over the edge. Steve gives a long groan and pumps a few more times as he releases into you. 

You collapse on his chest, breathing heavily. Steve’s rubs your back while Bucky pushes the hair from your face. After a moment Steve turns you to lay between them again. Their hands wander over you and their mouths lay sweet kisses on your head, neck and shoulders. 

“How do you feel, Doll?” Steve asks. 

“Amazing and worn out.” You chuckle. “That was…”

“Perfect.” Bucky says when you falter. “I knew you were meant to be with us. I love you. I love you both.”

“Love you, Buck. Love you, Doll.” Steve says. 

“I love you, too. Both of you.” You sigh. 

The three of you lay in bed just wrapped in each other for a short time. 

“Let’s get cleaned up, Doll.” Steve says. 

“Sounds good.” You say as you sit up. You wince at the soreness between your legs. It had been over a year since you had had sex and you felt it. 

“Did we hurt you?” Bucky asks, concern etched on his face.

“Just a little sore.” You smile. “It had been a little while for me.” You kiss him and then scoot to get out of the bed. 

“I’ll start a bath for you.” Bucky says. 

“Let me go to the bathroom first.” You smile at his eagerness. 

When you return, Bucky goes in to start a bath. Steve comes up behind you as you rummage through Bucky’s duffle for some clothes and wraps his arms around you. 

“You sure you’re okay?” Steve asks. 

You turn to face him and twine your arms around his neck. “Yes. You didn’t hurt me. The opposite, actually.”

“How do you feel about… this? Us? Are you sure?” Steve’s face is earnest. His voice trembled a bit as if scared that you would change your mind. 

You pull his arms more tightly around you and press into him. “I want this. I want you and Bucky and all of it. I want to be with you til the end of the line.” You look at him for a moment, nervous suddenly. “If, if that’s still what you want.”

“Yes. You and Bucky are everything I’ve ever wanted.” Steve says, pulling you into a hug. 

“I love you, too, Stevie.” Bucky says. Steve pulls away and plants a kiss on Bucky. “And I love you.” Bucky says as he picks you up. “We have a bath waiting. Joining us, Stevie?”

“I think I’ll take a shower.” Steve says. 

“He hates baths for some reason.” Bucky murmurs. 

“At least we have a good view of the shower from the tub.” You whisper. 

“I like the way you think.” Bucky chuckles. Once in the tub, you lean back against Bucky’s chest. He takes a cloth and begins washing you. Gently rubbing over your breasts, belly, and between your legs. You squirm against him and feel his cock hardening. He sets the cloth aside and runs his hands up and down your torso from your hips to the swells of your breasts until he finally covers them with his hands. His head dips to lick and suck on your neck. You breath hitches from the sensation. “Do you see our Steve over there? He’s beautiful, isn’t he, Doll?”

“Yes. And so are you Bucky. Both of you. So beautiful.” You bring your hands up to cover Bucky’s hands over your breasts and you writhe against him. 

“Are you getting turned on again, Doll?” Bucky says against the skin of your neck. 

“How can I help it with you right here against me and Steve right there for me to stare at?” You say. 

“I don’t want to hurt you, Doll.”

“You won’t. I’ll tell you if you do. I just want you so much, Bucky. I have for a long time.” You grind your hips against his hardening erection. 

“How long? Tell me.” Bucky puts his hand on your jaw to force you to look at him. 

"Since the first moment I laid eyes on you in that conference room. You looked at me and my insides melted. And then, you were always…" your breath hitches as Bucky's hand finds your clit, "always so sweet to me. Fun and caring. Even after I knew about you and Steve, I wanted you so bad. Wanted both of you. I just never thought you'd want me. Not like this." You whimper at Bucky's ministrations and rub against him. Bucky pinches your nipple and you let out a small cry. 

"Look at Steve" Bucky says. "He's watching us. Look at his eyes blown with lust for you."

"For us." You moan. 

"Look how hard he's getting. Watching us." Bucky growls against you. 

You see Steve’s cock swelling as he watches you and you moan loudly at the sight of him. You clench around nothing seeing Steve so turned on. Lifting yourself in the tub, You turn to face Bucky and straddle him. “Need you, Bucky.”  You groan against his lips. 

“Doll.” Bucky moans as you lower yourself onto him. You still to feel the stretch of him and kiss him. Bucky’s hands trail up and down your back. Each of your movements are slow. You look back at Steve. He has one arm above his head as he leans against the glass wall and the other slowly stroking himself while watching the two of you. There was something forbidden feeling about it. The voyeurism turning you on. You stare into Steve’s eyes as you ride Bucky. 

Bucky’s hands move to cup your breasts while his thumbs gently slide back and forth across your nipples. “You’re so beautiful, Love. Feel you clenching. Fuck, I’m close.”

You turn back to Bucky, “You’re close, huh, baby?” You put your forehead to his and, keeping your same slow pace, clench around him harder. “You feel so good inside me.” 

“Yeah. You’re squeezing me so tight. I’m not gonna last.” Bucky groans. 

“Cum for me, baby. Cum inside me.” You whisper to Bucky. He grabs onto your hips and his breathing hitches as he shudders his release. You wrap your arms around his neck and hold him for a few minutes allowing your breathing to return to normal. 

Bucky presses kisses to your shoulder and neck. After basking in his attention for a moment, you look back at Steve again and see him still watching the two of you. 

You kiss Bucky and say, “I’m going to join Steve for a bit.”

Bucky lays back against the tub, “I’m going to lay here and recover from you.” His chest rumbles with his chuckle. 

Steve watches you approach with a near predatory gaze. When you reach the door you look at him before opening it and ask, “Can I join you?”

Steve pushes the door open and holds a hand out to you in response. He pulls you into the shower and presses you into the glass wall where he captures your mouth in an intense kiss. His cock presses against you, rock hard and leaking precum. You wrap your hand around him and pump slowly.  

"You're so hard, baby. Can I use my mouth on you? Please?" You look at him with wide, innocent eyes as you ask the question. 

His chest heaves as he registers your words. He's so turned on he can barely control himself. Gently, you turn him so his back is against the wall and you sink to your knees. 

"Steve, is this okay?" You look up at him. 

"Yes." The word comes out of Steve strained and gravelly. The moment your mouth wraps around his head, he moans loudly. His hands wrap in your hair. You swirl your tongue around him and begin to push deeper. Your tongue laps at his underside and your hands caress his thighs. You bob your head, sucking him hard, taking him as deep as you can. 

"Oh, fuck, pretty girl. Fuck. I'm gonna cum. Where…?" Steve leaves off the rest of the question when you moan with him deep in your throat and palm his balls. The vibrations of your moan throws him over the edge and he spurts down your throat with a broken cry. 

You swallow him down and stand then gently pull him into the spray of the shower to wash him. Steve holds you against him as you rub your hands over his back. Your head is on his shoulder and lips against his neck. 

"I love you." Steve whispers.

"I love you, too." You tighten your arms around him. 

"You're exhausted." Steve says.

"Yeah. Good exhausted." You smile. 

"Let's get dried off and into bed." 

"Sounds amazing." 

Steve pulls you both out of the shower and Bucky joins you as you towel each other off. You lean on the two feeling ready to drop. Steve picks you up and carries you. Bucky and Steve envelope you in the bed. The three of you a tangle of legs and arms. 

"Good night, Loves." You manage to say before sleep claims you. 

Part 7

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I hit 7k recently after losing almost 1.5k followers when I converted to a Reylo blog (not sorry in the slightest) and decided it was time to finally compile some of the INCREDIBLE fanfics that I’ve read since joining the fandom in December. 

I’m constantly impressed by the talent around here and I'm so grateful to love a ship that has some of the most amazing content I’ve ever seen. The creators in this fandom are second to none. I’m so thankful for all they do and all that they give to us. 

Please keep never stop sharing your gifts. <3 

**Note: Most (pretty much all) of these are rated E. 

Without further ado, here are (some of) my favorite stories: 

The Jedi Path  by SouthsideStory | 19k | E | I am such a sucker for Jedi Academy Ben and Rey. It’s everything I never knew I needed, and this fic is a beautiful rendition. If you know me at all, you know that I devour Angst with a Happy Ending stories, and this is no exception to that rule.

Exile by Ernzo | 22k | E | Oof. This one hurts. Leia sends Rey to the planet where Ben is exiled. It’s angsty and sad and cathartic in every way. I’ve read it dozens of times. 

Before the Saber Swings by @waterlilyrose​ | 28k | M |  Fuck. When I tell y’all that this story fucked me up, I mean it from the bottom of my s o u l. It stayed with me for days. I literally couldn’t get it out of my head. It felt so real to me that I was in physical pain while reading it. I also made an AU gifset of the fic with a quote from Buffy because I’m extra and love pain. 

penitence by @bettsfic​ | 16k | M | Look, Betts is one of my favorite fanfiction authors of all time. Her Bellarke works are some that I’ve read dozens of times and I was fucking ecstatic when I found out she also writes Reylo. This is an A+ TROS fix-it that is lovely and soft and sweet. 

The Writings of Ben Solo by BurnedStars777 | 39k | E | This was recced to me by the fabulous @galacticidiots​ and is just a fantastic story all around. Rey finds Ben’s journal whilst stuck on a planet with Kylo Ren and she (eventually) connects the dots. Rey falling in love with Ben sight unseen? Here. For. it.  find a thread to pull, and we can watch it unravel by again_please | 17k | E | A fantastic post-TLJ story with angsty and broody Ben and just some all around quality smut. I devoured this and have read it multiple time since. 

We Could Plant a House, We Could Build a Tree by @likeadove​ | 124k | E | I will probably never stop reading this fic. It’s such a beautiful coming of age story for Rey and her relationship with Ben as she grows up is just... gah. It’s fantastic. Please read it.    

Soul Searching by OptimisticBeth | 205k | E | Soulmates AU where Ben is Rey’s teacher? Sign me the fuuuuck up, and Soul Searching is so fucking well written. I go back to this one every few weeks and just gush at how great the world building is. I love the relationship Rey has with Leia and Han. It’s rich with love and angst and fluffffff. So good. 

Coveted by OptimisticBeth | 82k | E | WIP | OptimisticBeth is just an incredible writer, so you should honestly read all of her stuff, but I am so, so, so into this fic. It’s A/B/O and Ben’s Rey’s pack leader. He, along with a bunch of other Alphas are trying to court Rey, a highly desired Omega. It’s so fucking delicious, y’all. Alpha Ben Solo is just...it doesn’t get much better. 

A Treehouse Covered in Salt by violethoure666 | 34k | E | This fic made me cry my eyes out. I’m not kidding. It’s so raw and real. It hurts to read at some points, but you care so much about Ben and Rey in this that you fight through the pain. They grow up together as neighbors and Han builds them a treehouse where they meet throughout their childhoods/teen years. Prepare to cry but also be so fulfilled and satisfied. It’s wonderful. love it when you call me lover by @kylotrashforever​​ | 66k | E | WIP | First, let me say that anything by KTF is going to be gold. These fics I have listed are just a few of my favorites at the moment. Lover is hot as fuck (as is all of her stuff) but also fluffy in the best way. It’s in Sadsville right now so I’m fucking PUMPED for her to update. Ben’s a doctor who basically gives Rey a sexual awakening when he proves her statement of “I just don’t think I can come from (insert sexual act here)” very, very wrong.  

mountain at my gates by @kylotrashforever​ | 26k | E | More A/B/O goodness. Omega Rey’s car breaks down on a mountain. Ben is a mountain man Alpha. You can probably guess what happens from there. *fans self* 

take me to church by @kylotrashforever​ | 26k | E | I love this story so much. Ben is the pastor’s son at the church Rey grows up in. They start hooking up in secret and are terrrrrrible at communicating with each other which leads to angst. But it’s so sweet and soft while also being super hot. I love this Ben and Rey so much. 

Your Pretty Little Heart by @ever-so-reylo​ | 64k | E | The A/B/O Reylo bible, I feel like. They’re doctors and he’s a grumpy as fuck Alpha. Shenanigans ensue. And by shenanigans I mean a lot, a lot, a LOT of sex. 

The Food of Love by @lovesbitca8​ | 60k | E | Y’all. If you haven’t read this yet, please stop what you’re doing and read it RIGHT NOW. I ate this fic up in one sitting because holy SHIT it’s amazing. It’s so well written and the story is just... absolutely exquisite. Ben is cellist that’s also a famous rockstar and Rey’s an up and coming violinist and they fall in loOOoOOve in the best, most angsty, sexiest way. Please just read it right now. The scene when she firsts goes to his apartment and plays one of his cellos............you guys. It’s a lot.

Already Home by AttackoftheDarkCurses | 81k | E | This is soulmates + A/B/O so naturally I am obsessed with it. Rey gets connected with her soulmate via a website and he’s going by the name Kylo Ren. At the same time, she’s also moving in with grumpy librarian Ben Solo. She falls in love with both but has no idea that they’re the same person. It’s INCREDIBLE. 

Tangled but Unbroken by AttackoftheDarkCurses | 20k | M | I read this the other night and it’s so fucking soft. I am such a fucking sucker for growing up together fics and this is just such top quality. The braiding kills me every goddamn time. Also, I’m making my way through all of Attack’s works right now and they’re all incredible. Highly recommend. 

Dear Mr. President by @shmisolo​ | 89k | E | I love this Ben so much. The characterization is so on the money. The angst is absolutely delicious. The smut is top brass. Oh, and did I mention they’re soulmates? It’s everything you need, I promise. 

Good Day, Professor by @faequeentitania​ | 38k | E | One of the best Professor Solo fics out there. I’m such a sucker for age difference fics. Of course there’s angst, who do you think I am? 

Embers by sciosophia | 34k | E | Breaking up/getting back together fics are some of my favorites and this one is fantastic. The pining with these two is ridiculous. You just want to smush their faces together. It’s a beautiful love story. 

Reclaimed by @bettsfic​ | 14k | E | Ughhhhhhhhhh, Reclaimed. I am so in love with Reclaimed. Alpha Ben adopts Omega Rey after she’s rescued from this terrible Alpha that held her captive for most of her life. She doesn’t talk and Ben has to help her learn to be a human being and not just a subservient Omega. This Ben is the Ben of my dreams. No contest. 

the following are all written by  @kylorenvevo​. please read them all if you haven’t already. 

landscape with a blur of conquerers | 362k | E |  Y’all know this shit is fire. It’s basically the bible. If you haven’t read this yet, consider this as me yelling at you to do it NOW.   

like young gods | 84k | T | fuck, the Sword of the Jedi series is incomparable when it comes to in-universe fics. I cannot begin to express how much I love this story. It’s so soft and intense and sad. Like, gut wrenchingly sad. Ben senses Rey on Jakku when she’s six and he and Luke take her back to the Jedi Academy. She grows up with Ben. 

to kingdom come | 145k | M |  The sequel to Like Young Gods. I’m not gonna spoil much here, but just know I cried through most of this fic. I downright SOBBED at the end. It’s gorgeous and I will never stop rereading it. The love these two have for each other... it’s unreal. 

i kill giants  | 34k | E | WIP | The TROS fix-it we all need. Ben is alive and finds Rey on Tatooine. It’s soft and Thea does a great job of soothing so many of the gaping wounds we were left with after TROS. My heart soars every time I read a new chapter. This is what we deserved. :( 

the heartbreak prince | 58k | E | WIP |  Harry Potter AU. Professor/student. Size kink. Virginity kink. ANGST. All the good things life has to offer. Professor Solo is fucking filthy in this and I (along with Miss Niima)  am here 👏 for 👏 it. 

place the moon at my eyes (and her whiteness shall devour)  | 29k | E | Another breakup/get back together fic that I absolutely adore.

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Thank you to everyone that’s been so kind and welcoming to me the past couple of months! I love this fandom and its energy and enthusiasm and how much everyone seems to care for each other. I hope that I can continue to create content for you forever <3 

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Blended - 2

As you can see - so I decided to pursue Blended. Originally, there was no serious plot to this, I swear. I was just winging it but before I knew it - I was exploring this interesting new AU that I’ve unearthed and I thought, eh why not? Now, I have quite a backstory for our main characters here. Which, unfortunately, will not yet be revealed below but just the same, hope you like this!

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Title: Blended

Previous installment here.

Legend of Korra, Lin/Tenzin, Modern AU, no bending

Multi-part, WIP

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Narook’s

Lin sucked in a deep breath. She released it slowly, counting up to five.

Her eyes blinked, wishing for all the strength in the universe not to forsake her.

She had taught her sons never to play the break-up one-up game but good Agni, she wanted to say that she is winning this particular break-up even a decade or so after.

Yes Lin, you can do this. You have won this break-up.

She tried to give herself an imaginary fist pump.

Yes, sure. Real mature of you.

Feeling that she had done enough pep talk, Lin plastered a smile on her face. She had gotten good at this in the past years after all.

Now or never. For Jinora.

She crossed the room quickly. “Hey kid, sorry I’m late.” Lin pressed a kiss on Jinora’s hair, not meeting the eyes of the other occupants of the booth. The young girl faced her to give a kiss and a hug in return. “Of all the days, I know.” Lin focused on tucking some stray hair strands behind Jinora’s ear. “I don’t even know why Mr Sato has an assistant if the man barely follows his own schedule.”

She finally took a seat and faced the now gaping man across her.

“Ah – this is my mom –,” Jinora started to introduce her at the same time that Lin extended her hand.

“I’m Lin, Jinora’s mom. Nice to meet you.”

The bald man automatically reached to grasp her hand to shake it He was a beat too slow to release her hand and Lin involuntarily frowned at that.

Ikki elbowed her father. “His name is Tenzin.” She added helpfully. “He’s my dad.”

No kidding.

She put up the menu as a shield between them to prolong the inevitable conversation; a ruse of reviewing the food and beverage lists even if the diner has yet to update it in the past five years.

Belatedly, all her uncharitable thoughts about the faceless man that was Ikki’s father came to the forefront of her mind.  

Figures he would be that stuffy businessman who did not have his kids play with the neighborhood kids.

Speaking of kids…

The two girls were sharing a plate of waffles beside them. The waffles were slathered with butter, whipped cream, maple syrup and sprinkled on with chopped peanut butter cups. She frowned and glared at the man across her from behind the menu. That was a sugar overload and sugar crash waiting to happen. And happen it will when the two girls would be in her care later today. He would not have to deal with that.

Tenzin only had a cup of coffee in front of him. She eyed the porcelain canisters at the side containing cream and sugar. The sugar bowl was only a third full and she would bet that it was full earlier before he had his hands on it.

She put down the menu and decided they have had enough time.

Lin waved a waiter over and requested for a tall glass of lemonade.

Tenzin was still looking at her apprehensively.

As he should.

If he thinks I will cash in on this 'renewed' connection, he is very much mistaken.

“So, I believe you have some concerns about Ikki staying over?” Lin was pleased to note that her voice did not even waver at any point.

She felt the curious eyes of the kids turn to them; their own conversation turning into whispers.

That seemed to snap Tenzin out of his thoughts.

“That is - that- no I don’t -.” He stammered unbecomingly.

Lin briefly wondered how this man managed to lead a conglomerate with this level of eloquence.

Ikki pounced on this. “Does it mean I can stay over at Jinora’s and Ms Lin’s? I promise I will behave, Daddy. And I swear we will produce the best project ever – with glitters, and sparkles and all the colors.” She beamed from the side, clutching at her father’s arm in excitement.

“It’s not our first sleepover at the house,” Lin interjected gently. “But I understand it’s Ikki’s first time to sleep over that is not with family. So you might have some questions for me – about the overnight stay.” She amended quickly, if the look in his eyes meant that he did have questions - just not related to the sleepover.

He motioned to speak but was interrupted by the serving placing a glass of lemonade between them.

“Well,” Lin calmly took a sip. “I could probably start with my questions and just chime in if there’s anything that comes to your mind.” She pulled out a pen and a small notepad from her bag. “Does she have allergic reactions to food -?”

“Shrimp and crab.” Tenzin responded in a subdued manner, absentmindedly stirring his coffee. A habit that Lin knew to indicate his nervousness.

“That won’t be a problem because,” Lin began but was interrupted by her daughter.

“Me too!” Jinora pointed to herself with a grin. “I’m allergic to crab and shrimp as well!”

There was a small shriek as the two girls began chattering about being besties and twinsies.

Tenzin’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the display.

If that was how they would react over a common allergy (of all things that they could get from their father, it would be his ironic allergy to shellfish, which was to his mother’s consternation – but that’s a different story), wait until they realize they were sisters, Lin idly pondered.

She froze.

Sisters.

It did not dawn on her until then, put in simplistic terms, the two girls are related. She looked at them thoughtfully now, trying to see similarities in their features.

Half-sisters.

Lin corrected herself. Everyone knew how much she had clung to that particular distinction in her own family.

She clicked her pen and noted down in neat precise letters about Ikki’s allergy. “How about emergency numbers or any medicines that she needs to take regularly?”

Tenzin lifted Ikki’s bag, he showed her the bag tag which has all the emergency numbers. He also stated that there were no other allergies or any meds that the kid needs to take.

The pen continued to scratch on the pad.

Pen scratched on the pad.

“Bed time?”

“I'll leave it to your judgment to what's reasonable.” The fingers continued to hold the spoon that stirred the coffee. “They are bound to stay up later because of the project, I suppose.”

A back and forth of more questions and answers continued in the same vein.

When Lin (and Tenzin) was satisfied with the childcare information, flipped back the note pad and kept it and the pen back in her bag. “Alright then, are you really okay with Ikki staying over? If not,” She peered at him, gauging his reaction. “I can easily bring her back to your house later tonight.”

Tenzin shook his head with conviction. “No need, I mean, yes, it’s okay for her to spend time with you.” His face looked stricken at what he said. “No that’s not why I’m implying – I mean.”

Lin resisted rolling her eyes. “I get it.”

 ---

“I get it.”

Did she really, though?

Tenzin tilted his head down, stirring his coffee again, which has gone cold really. He did not dare ask for another refill as he had lost count of how many he had drank in his nervousness.

He inattentively watched the interaction of his daughter with Lin and her daughter.

Lin laughed at something Ikki was talking about.

If nothing else, Lin looked –

Happy.

Contented.

Tenzin was happy, truly, that his childhood friend (among other epithets he had for her, he thought heavily) is in a good place. He would be lying to claim that she did not cross his mind once in a while. He did wonder what had become of her. Their parting was not…ideal. And that was putting it very very lightly.

Now, here he was years later, sitting across her, having finished a conversation about their respective daughters. Lin was warm to Ikki, and he was thankful that she did not seem to bear a grudge against his daughter because of their past.

It was a surreal scenario, to say the least.

If Bumi had told him that was what he would be doing that Friday afternoon, he would have probably slapped his brother upside the head. Or checked his breath for the stench of alcohol.

This was not a normal Friday afternoon for him.

When Lin sat in their booth, he felt a chill run up his spine. The air left his lungs, as though someone had punched him suddenly.

No, it can’t be. Was his first thought.

And yet – he knew it was her.

He would recognize her anywhere. There was no mistaking the way she carried herself, the smirk, the flashing of her grey eyes – only a moment of emotion before it was hidden by the veneer of politeness.

It was cold but his palms turned sweaty. It was an odd feeling really, like a memory that was at the fringes of his mind suddenly before him. He did not know what to make of it.

As much as he was sure he has not forgotten her – when she started introducing herself, he wondered if the same can be said for the other way around.

He had moved far to start a new life with his children. Figures, that, with his luck, he lands at the very town that Lin lived at.

But if Lin wanted to keep it like they did not know each other, fine then. He could handle that. It would be simpler that way, he supposed, especially if Jinora and Ikki would remain friends (bffs, Ikki had said).

It was a cliché but he really did think the years were kind to Lin Beifong.

Is it still Beifong?

He surreptitiously peeked at her hands on the table. One of her fingers was sporting a ring.

So maybe not a Beifong…

He took a sip of his coffee and made a face, forgetting momentarily that it was little more than sludge.

 Before long, the bell at the diner’s door tinkled, announcing that more customers had entered.

Lin turned to face the door at the sound. Her face brightened up and Tenzin craned his neck to see who had arrived.

There was a young man with yellow-orange eyes, a messenger bag slung across his body. His eyes alighted at their corner booth and he smiled, more of lifting the corner of his mouth really than an actual smile.

Tenzin barely heard Lin excuse herself from the table; the two girls, still eating their pile of waffles and chatting about some singer or actor (he wasn’t exactly paying attention), took no notice of her.

Lin went to the newcomer, who raised his hand slightly as greeting.

He watched them with curious fascination – or horrible fascination, he wasn’t sure.

There was that odd tug at his stomach (that he would rather not explore, no, thank you) when the young man (boy, really now Lin? He grumbled internally, never mind his own ex-wife was years younger than him) moved to hug her and give her a kiss on the cheek.

Yes, it was definitely not Tenzin’s usual Friday afternoon.

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Note: I enjoyed writing this. Pretty cathartic - did you like reading it too? Let me know! 

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Opening Line Tag Game!

thank you for the tag @yourfinalbow AND I AM SO PUMPED YOU ARE READING ANGELS OMG! Evie’s list is here.

I do not have 20 fics yet but I will list my AO3 thus far :) Re my favorite, I think I love ALL my babies but I really love the opener to Freedom is a Length of Rope.  Idk why the thought of jellyfish streamer legs makes me smile.  

Patterns?  I guess establishing the sense of place and setting asap? My journalism undergrad background is showing.

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

1. Angels Don’t Fear the Reaper (post canon/generally compliant with canon but adjacent re the end of the show.  Death!Dean WIP):

When his eyes first open, there is nothing but darkness. Not the velvety, deep black of night, but the steely, thin murk of nothingness. Of cold.

Of death. Of Death.

Somehow, it feels like coming home.

2. The Dandelion and the Bee (nature AU!/allegory):

Once upon a time there was a dandelion, who lived in a wonderful garden.

His face was the color of sunshine, with a hint of blazing green from his stalk and leaves.

3. deep in the meadow, down by the willow (a coda to the above)

The dandelion grew accustomed to this new rhythm of life with the bee.

They watched the sunrise and listened to birds sing in the trees, their own private concert.  Sometimes the bee left to pollinate flowers, but the leaving didn’t scare the dandelion anymore.  

4. Freedom is a Length of Rope (a ficlet for Jack’s birthday, and Dean’s dealing with a few things of his own):

The bunker floor is littered with bright bits of gold confetti.  Some of the balloons came untied from the chairs earlier and now drift across the ceiling, their rounded tops bumping against it like meandering jellyfish with long curly white streamers for legs.

Dean escapes the sounds of the party for a minute, ducking outside for air.  He fills his lungs with oxygen, inhaling slowly.  Then exhaling.

5. Mae the Fourth Be With You (a ficlet for @seraphcastiel‘s birthday where theres a Star Wars joke and Cas gets words wrong):

“CAS!  Get your feathery ass down here, pronto!”

Dean’s voice echoes through the corridor, tinged with frustration.

Cas looks up from the morning paper.  The page in his hand is folded into a careful square around today’s crossword puzzle.

6. Driver Picks the Music (a ficlet about a flashback to the Free to Be You and Me fanfic gap of Cas riding in the passenger seat of the Impala for the first time):

Cas is driving to the farmer’s market.

The road is open and empty, so early on a Saturday that traffic hasn’t yet crowded the expanse of asphalt.  Cas rolls a window down, folding his arm over the side.  

Cool spring air pours inside the SmartCar.

7. Britannicanatural (a ficlet about a little hobby Cas picks up after a traveling salesman convinces him to buy a product):

Dean uses his hip to nudge the bunker door open, balancing the greasy paper bags and cup holder of drinks in his arms.

“Honeyyyyy I’m home!” He roars out in his best Desi Arnaz impression, inspired by the impromptu I Love Lucy marathon Jack insisted on last weekend.

He stops short at the sight of Cas on the floor of the study room, surrounded by books in mahogany leather binding.

8. An Atrocity is Happening (cursed slash amazing? collab with @goth-dean. reverse French Mistake, FM Jackles visits the spn universe.  We are sorry.  Also mind the tags, this one is explicit):

Jensen has no memory of the week Misha died. The week he apparently stayed at Jared's house, and the two of them beat the living shit out of an extra. The week that same extra stormed the set with a gun and shot Eric Kripke stone dead. All Jensen knows is that all of his credit cards are maxed out and Danneel isn’t talking to him. He’s staying in a hotel near the set. Dee suggested he stay at Jared’s, but Jensen has a feeling that whatever it was that caused him to black out for a week, Jared had something to do with it.

Also Jensen hates Alpacas.  Who owns an alpaca? So here he is.

tagging (no pressure):

@bichaoticdean @sinnabonka @shelikestv @darkshrimpemotions @thisisapaige @moonlightdeancas @omittedcastiel @doctorprofessorsong @transcas @trenchcoatimpala

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WIP TAG GAME

Rules: Share the latest line however much you want from your work in progress and then tag as many people as there are words in the line. as you want.

So I have several WIPs on the go (working on one thing at a time never heard of it) so I wasn't too sure which one to share so it was between porn and something with a little more substance and maybe shockingly I've gone with the more substantive one 💁🏼‍♀️💁🏼‍♀️💁🏼‍♀️

So I'm working on a few horror based stories for October because my heart yearns for the autumn, I need chilly air, an excuse to wear boots, to light candles and for the days to be shorter and of course horror 🎃🎃🎃 So a Midsommar inspired Omegaverse story where Steve tragically loses his parents in an accidental fire and because he fears loneliness so much he accompanies his boyfriend who is growing cold towards him to a festival at his mysterious friend Billy's ranch in California, it's more likely than you think 🌹🌹🌹

@lovebillyhargrove I love the things you write plus all your amazing headcanons and last but not least this Steve with this Billy 🥰🥰🥰 Steve being jealous of Billy's car is great, I'm imagining a bratty Steve who's used to being the centre of attention and he thinks it's the attention that Billy is stealing from him that makes him jealous until Billy turns that intense stare on Steve and maybe he realises that it was something else all along (plus I'm always down for fun in the Camaro or on it or near it) 💜💜💜

@neonponders I'm so excited for this vampire Billy story especially based on the tags. Steve being forced to spend time with Billy, animosity that slowly bleeds into lust that deepens into love plus anything that involves Billy sinking his teeth into Steve's throat 😅😅😅 Also loving Annette, Robin and so excited for Max too 💜💜💜

Warnings for Character Death, Angst

The worst day of Steve’s life started with a strange dream, it was a beautiful warm day Steve was standing in his mom’s garden. She was just inside the kitchen getting him a glass of lemonade, he had that strange uncomfortable feeling of deja vu when his mom reappeared and handed him the lemonade, the glass was cold and clammy in his hand. His mom smiled at him but there was something sad around her eyes like something was wrong but she didn’t want him to know. She turned away from him and walked over towards her rose bushes.

“I don’t understand.”

“Understand what?”

“Something’s wrong with them.”

Steve looked at the rose bushes and they looked the way they always had, large well maintained rose bushes with deep red roses, his mom had won top prizes for her roses every year in Hawkins from as far back as he could remember.

“Mom, they look beautiful.”

She turned towards him but there were tears in her eyes as she leaned forward and tucked his hair behind his ear then she brought her mouth close and whispered into it but he couldn’t hear what she said. Then he woke up, he felt like he’d just fallen from a great height, a burst of adrenaline pumping through his veins as his heart raced. He looked over at the window and it was still dark. He rolled over but Tyler was fast asleep so he closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep but the uneasy feeling never left him. He watched the clock and knew his mom would be up by eight and he would call and check on her.

He awoke with a start at the sound of the telephone ringing, he quickly picked it up, trying to think through the fog in his mind.

“Hello?”

He heard a sombre voice on the other line.

“Is this Mr Harrington?”

“Y-yeah this is Steve Harrington.”

“Mr Harrington, I’m sorry to have to do this over the phone but I have some bad news.”

Steve was suddenly wide awake, his heart racing once more, his mom’s sad eyes from his dream flashed through his mind.

“There was an incident at the house, I’m sorry but your parents didn’t make it.”

Steve didn’t hear anything after that, the beating of his heart became so loud that it drowned out all other sounds, time ceased to mean anything and he lay on his bed for hours crying, his body drained of all energy. Tyler sat with him, brought him food and gave him space. He listened to the incident report over the phone, the receiver lying on his lap as his fingers were too numb to hold it. Faulty wiring was their verdict, he wanted to argue that his dad had looked after the house. That he kept it like a well-oiled machine, did maintenance checks, painted every few years that he was so proud of it but as far as the authorities were concerned the book was closed. Steve had no energy to fight.

Steve had lost everything, the only close family he had left, the house he’d grown up in and a lifetime of memories. He would never hear his mom’s voice ever again, smell that delicate floral scent she loved or feel her fingers stroking through his hair when he was sad. He even missed his dad’s slight disproving voice, his attempts to teach Steve about how to look after his car and the heady smell of tobacco from his dad’s favourite pipe.

He got up, had a shower and put on his best black clothes on the day of their funeral. He had to make his mom proud one last time in Hawkins. He stood through the service looking at the white lilies wondering what had happened to his mom’s rose garden but not having the strength to go where the house had once stood. Tyler accompanied him, his friends making the journey with him which surprised him but he appreciated the support. Robin was there too, she held his hand the whole way through the service. When it was over he felt as though he had been there for months instead of hours, he wanted to lie down in a dark room and forget for a while.

Tyler hugged him tight and told him to take all the time he needed, they were heading back to college in the morning. All his friends quickly said their condolences except for Billy who whispered ‘I’m sorry’ in his ear and gave him a single white rose. Steve held the rose so tightly that one of the thorns pierced his palm but he didn’t notice.

It feels like everyone’s been tagged already so I’ll just say anyone who wants to do it 💁🏼‍♀️💁🏼‍♀️💁🏼‍♀️

[dazais-guardian-angel]

Fic Questionnaire

@ford-ye-fiji tagged me to do this; thank you. ^_^

How many works do you have on AO3? 106

What's your total AO3 word count? 395,897

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they? 27 fandoms, though for most of them it’s only like one or two. They are Akatsuki no Yona, Bungou Stray Dogs, My Hero Academia, Hunter x Hunter, Tales of Zestiria, Tales of Berseria, Tales of Graces, Tales of the Abyss, Tales of Xillia, Tales of Hearts, Tales of the Rays, Professor Layton, Noragami, Pandora Hearts, Dai Gyakuten Saiban, A Series of Unfortunate Events, RWBY, Tangled the series, Doki Doki Literature Club, Ori and the Blind Forest, Vanitas no Carte, Genshin Impact, Kiznaiver, Boku dake ga Inai Machi, Kuroshitsuji, Ai the Somnium Files, and Charlotte.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? “Pictures, Posters, and Tender Beauty”, “Plus Est En Vous”, “My Reason”,  “I Am Here, Too”, and “A Bandage for my Scars, and your Heart” ...Not surprised that four out of five of those are MHA fics, but I will never understand how that Tangled the series one I did got so insanely popular..... maybe because the show director himself acknowledged it. 0_0

Do you respond to comments, why or why not? I try to, though I have to shamefully admit I pick and choose which ones I respond to. I appreciate every comment I get, of course, every writer does, but idk, I just feel like a broken record responding to all similar shorter comments with “Thank you so much!!! I’m so happy you liked it <3″ or something like that... Is that cruel of me? >_> I also feel weird responding to comments on my super old stuff, because aside from a few exceptions, I don’t really like most of my old fics anymore alkgklflkkl and I barely remember them enough to be able to give a reasonable response to comments on those. Instead I just put all my energy into responding to longer, more detailed comments, because with those I actually have more to work with to say back... But again, I love all my comments!! I’m really sorry if I don’t respond to your comment, it doesn’t mean I’m not grateful, I just don’t know what to say back OTL

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? Haaaah, there are a few, but proooobably the most angsty ending would be in “Smile, and maybe tomorrow, you’ll see the sun.” Since the thing is basically 12k words of agonizingly drawn-out All Might death... :’) Though I meant for the actual ending to be somewhat hopeful/bittersweet? and I surely have other ones that have more painful endings... But that’s the obvious one that comes to mind, since I’ve had multiple people yell at me for it. :)

Have you ever received hate on a fic? I can’t remember any instances of outright hate, but I’ve gotten some... odd comments every once in a while... Or just some annoying criticism that the person didn’t intend to be mean about, I don’t think, but that realllly wasn’t warranted. These comments are very rare though.

Do you write smut? If so what kind? Noooo way in hell lol

Have you ever had a fic stolen? ....I mean, not that I know of!

Have you ever had a fic translated? Yeah, I think I had at least one someone asked to translate into Russian, although they put it on FF.net lol

Have you ever co-written a fic before? No... I really want to though. Multiple friends and I have planned different ones, but we haven’t gotten around to doing any of them yet because I’m into different fandoms atm and also dealing with health problems that distract me.... My ex-friend and I had a major one that was in the planning stages, but then she stopped being my friend so it never got off the ground. :’) I’m still upset about that...

What's your all time favorite ship? Mmmmm that’s hard; I don’t ship that much at all, so although I have a few favorite ships, one in particular doesn’t really stand out to me as my hardcore OTP.... Buuut I guess I would say Snow/Serah from FFXIII; I love ff13 so much, it’s so special to me, and those two are just the absolute sweetest and the heart and soul of the game 🥺❤️ I haven’t written anything for them or ff13 in general, but maybe someday.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will? I only ever have one WIP at a time, so..... Hopefully not my current long one, I am constantly trying to slap myself for thinking, intimidated as I am by it with all my ideas for it and all the research I need to do. :’)

What are your writing strengths? I think I’m really good at writing characters’ emotions... the emotions they show, and everything they’re feeling internally. I really like the stream-of-consciousness style of internal monologue I’ve started using within the last few years; I think it’s very... cathartic? In general I just think I’m good at writing softness, cause I definitely feel the soft feels rereading my stuff lol

What are your writing weaknesses? Motivation.... starting a writing session and not getting distracted.... ADHD.... what do I do. :’) Although I just said I like that stream-of-consciousness style I use, I often feel like I use it too much, or things get redundant, and too wordy and overwhelming, bah..... I’m also shit at just.... knowing things, like worldbuilding, but like, real-world stuff that everyone knows, but I’ve been living under a rock my whole life and not done a lot of things that are normal for most other people, so I struggle with that in my writing, which is why all my fics not-so-subtly eek around mentioning things like food and irl places and so much else, haaah.... now I’m got myself writing 1800s Victorian London; someone save me

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? Ehhhh only do it veryyyy sparingly, like when a character is startled and might briefly revert to their native language, or something similar. I just did that in one of my recent fics, actually, and looked up a few Russian words, being super anal about getting it right.... and I still got a comment correcting my Russian, even though it was only like 3 words in the entire thing, with nothing else to say about the rest of the fic... it was a little frustrating :’)

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for? Akatsuki no Yona/Yona of the Dawn. That was the first series that really got me into fandom and making online friends, and gave me the courage to try writing fics; I’m so grateful to it for that, and it still remains one of my favorite mangas <3 Ah, to be able to pump out fics as easily and quickly as I did back then...

What's your favorite fic you've ever written? I think it’s still “Manufactured Hearts, Real Happiness”, the sole Tales of the Abyss fic I’ve written. TotA is my favorite game of all time, and I wrote this for a Tales big bang that happened a while back; it turned out much longer than I ever anticipated, one of my longest fics to date, and pretty much exactly how I wanted it to be, which is always the best feeling... I was so happy to feel like I did my favorite game justice. :’) Now.... my dream is for my current WIP to become my new favorite, if I can pull it off right; we’ll see :’)

Uhhhh I’ll tag @sixtyfourk , @cenally , @arcane-palm , @kyoukalay , @magicmetslogic , and @evevoli03 , if any of you want to do this~

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Karate Kid/Cobra Kai survey

tagged by: @alienfuckeronmain @mochisquish @trillgutterbug & @ceruleangold (thank you for all the tags!!!!)

It’s the year 2021 and you’re obsessed with The Karate Kid. How are you feeling?: Ahhhh I feel great! I I didn’t realise just how much I’d get into Cobra Kai when @pohjanneito gently encouraged me to start watching it, but the weirdly heated dynamic between Johnny and Daniel hooked me so fast. The history, the obsession, the violent passion, it’s all there. Plus I’m drowning in various WIPs, so that’s when I know I’m in the midst of a hyperfixation because I write like a little machine and ignore everything else in my life. I’ve also managed to get friends into CK through my sheer intensity for it. 

Did you grow up with TKK or are you new to the series?: NO! I never watched TKK when I was younger, I don’t think. I was big into fantasy and Disney as a little girl, and I didn’t really stray far from that. Though it’s a shame because I think I would have loved it if I had watched it. I would have fallen in love with Daniel and really rooted for him. I moved around a lot as a kid because of my dad’s job, so I think his loneliness and perpetual status as the new kid in town would have struck a deep chord with me.

We gotta do the basics. Favorite character: Ah this is so difficult because if we’re talking TKK then it’s Daniel but if we’re talking CK then it’s Johnny, a.k.a my trash god Apollo!! He’s the reason I got so into CK in the first place. I love how ridiculous he is, how behind the times, how damaged, how much he wants to be a better person. He’s really the heart of the show for me. I’ve said this before but I love that Johnny shows that you can start over at any time of your life. And yes he still stumbles, he still hurts people, he still makes mistakes, but he doesn’t stop trying. And the way he opens himself up to people after numbing himself for years is incredibly touching to watch.

Favorite ship: Lawrusso always and forever. I don’t even think I ship anyone else... Unless it’s Silverusso, which can be interesting and thorny when done right.

Underrated character: Bobby Brown ❤ I actually think there’s a lot of love for Bobby in the fandom, I just wish we had so much more of him. He’s sweet, loyal, strong, and doesn’t take any shit. He also isn’t as toxic as some of the other boys, and is genuinely sorry for hurting Daniel, so that shows he has a kind heart too. Plus I love that Johnny had a friend growing up who genuinely cared for him and looked out for him. All the CK boys are ride or die of course, but Bobby really earns his status as the best friend.

Underrated ship (don’t say therapy, lol): ermmm not a romantic ship, but I love the idea of Daniel and Ali being platonic soulmates... in my fic “ace of hearts” this is how I write their relationship, not actually as a romantic one, but as a strong platonic one where they understand each other and have a natural kinship. Platonic relationships can be just as strong as romantic ones, and that’s how I like to read into their dynamic.

Wax On, Wax Off or Sweep the Leg?: No idea, SORRY.

Which of Daniel’s dumb little outfits is your favorite?: Oh my goddd, this is so difficult because movie Daniel is such an accidental little fashionista at times. It probably has to be his first outfit in TKK (the blue jeans with the blue tank) because light blue looks so good against his skin tone. That OR the iconic blank tank with the shirt hanging off his shoulders, and the jeans and sandals. I love every outfit where he wears a tank top and shows off his slutty shoulders basically.

Character from the films you most want to return, who’s not Terry Silver: I CAN’T DO THIS BECAUSE TERRY *IS* THE ONE I WANT TO SEE. I can’t wait until he waltzes back in, all weirdly intense and handsome and white-haired, and immediately starts calling Daniel “Danny” like a stalkery ex, and Johnny goes mad with jealousy. End scene.

Scene that lives in your head rent-free: Wah so every scene with Johnny and Daniel in TKK, but it’s probably the beach scene where Johnny and Daniel get into their first altercation because it informs the highly intense, push-pull, obsessive relationship they have in CK. That, or the scene from the rehearsal film on youtube where Johnny says he torments Daniel and beats him up because he likes it. I mean, hello?? Nothing encapsulates his destructive fixation with Daniel more than this scene! I’m so mad this didn’t make it into the final film but I’m so glad we at least have it in this form! 

Will Anthony LaRusso ever be relevant?: I actually had completely forgotten who this was until I googled it so I think that answers this DJDJD 🙈

You live in The Valley and are forced into the karate gang war. Which dojo do you join?: Oh god, it would have to be the Cobra Kai. I MEAN, it’s Johnny and I’d be in love with him so ddkdkd no contest!! I’d probably be far too soft for Cobra Kai and get shouted at a lot, but I’d get fully indoctrinated, to the point of making lots of cute merch, like crop tops with the CK logo on, and running all the social media accounts where I'd call the Topanga and Miyagi-do students big babies, and probably get into a ton of karate fights with other girls at the mall. Plus I’d probably think Daniel was a rich jerk and would hate him for looking down on Johnny haha.

What’s your training montage song?: Haha so it would probably have to be Gimme More by Britney Spears. I work out a lot to this song and it gets me so pumped!!! 

It’s the crossover event of the century! Which TV show are you combining with Cobra Kai for an hour-long Saturday night special?: WAH so not a current show but I always have these daydreams about TKK-era Daniel being a boy slayer in the BTVS universe, and Johnny being his hot but kinda useless jock boyfriend. Maybe there could be a special of CK where Daniel is this older slayer and his students are potential slayers he’s training?? And then it all turns out to be a fever dream or something. I don’t KNOW. Just give me Daniel as a slayer please!!

As a bonus, see this pic @captain-idgie​ drew of me as a Miyagi-do student! (Mack insists I'd be too soft for Cobra Kai, sigh.) This really shows how obsessed I am with CK 💙