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#and I have a feeling I'm going to have to write some fluffy future-fic soon otherwise I don't think I'll be able to handle this much longer
eds6ngel · 3 months
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✮⋆。°✩⋆˙ a christmas miracle
a 'when i kissed the teacher' spinoff.
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summary: you and steve were in a weird situation. you weren't actively trying to get pregnant, but you weren't exactly being safe either. so, how will steve react when he opens his final christmas present?
warnings: dad!steve. mom!reader. fem!reader. afab!reader. 90s!au. mentions and allusions to sex. mentions of pregnancy. pet names. kissing. tons of crying. alena being too young to understand pregnancy (kinda cute tho). alena being a cutie pie as always. some worries over steve's reaction. but mostly fluff and comfort!! [1.9k].
author's note: hi everyone!! i am back!! my first semester of uni is finally over, so i can get back to fic writing a little more! i couldn't neglect my happy family like this, so i've tackled a pregnancy fic! i've never been pregnant, but i do wish to be in my life, so all of my research has been for my own benefit and utilised in this fic. if i'm inaccurate in any parts, please let me know for the benefit of the readers and myself!! ♡
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It was hard not announcing the news to Steve. Having to attend your first scan without him was heartbreaking, but the look upon the nurse’s face after you told her you were going to wrap up the ultrasound photo, along with a card saying “Merry Christmas Daddy” and a pair of small, cream, woolen socks, just confirmed your decision was the right one.
You and Steve were in a sort of weird situation. You had stopped using protection, but weren’t in a position were you were actively trying to get pregnant. You agreed that any time from now was an okay time for the two of you to have a child, but also weren’t bothered if the pregnancy tests came back negative.
But, a little Christmas miracle decided to form inside of you, the test showing two lines on December 11th, 1999.
Steve and Alena had gone grocery shopping for an hour, the perfect opportunity for you to wrap Steve’s gift.
Rolling out the wrapping paper, you placed a grey, fluffy blanket in the centre, before laying on top the Christmas card which read:
Hi Daddy.
I’m six weeks old today!
I can’t wait to meet you soon! I’m planning to enter the world on August 20th, 2000.
My mom is keeping me very safe right now as I grow, but I’ll still be listening out for you from inside my home.
See you in nine months.
Love, your future child <3
And as you were about to place the ultrasound photo next to the cream baby socks you previous put underneath the card, your eyes started welling with tears once more.
Was it the hormones? Maybe. But, something in you felt this was all natural. You were growing a human life inside of you, one that has half of your DNA and the other half the love of your life’s. That was something to bask in the intense emotion of.
With everything laid out neatly, you reached over for the sellotape, folding over the edges and carefully sticking them in place.
Wrapping the gift in a pretty cream bow, matching the socks inside, and adding a label reading “To my darling Stevie,” you added it to the pile of increasing gifts in the corner of yours and Steve’s bedroom.
Now, just a week to go until he gets his surprise.
You cradle your stomach, despite the size not increasing at all yet, and whisper to your unborn child “A week and he’ll know, my love. Your beautiful existence will be known.”
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“Mom! Dad! Wake up! Wake up!”
You are awoken by the sound of your bouncing ten-year-old, aggressively rocking your fiancé as he groans loudly, his eyes adjusting to the light peaking through the window.
“Mornin’ pumpkin,” he murmurs, you opening up one eye as Alena’s full set of brand-new adult teeth smile right at you.
“And what are you doing up so early, missy?” you ask, the clock on the bedside table next to Steve shining a bright 6:00 in the morning, illuminating the room in a red glow.
“Mom” she drags out, rolling her eyes playfully, “You know what day it is!”
You tap your chin lightly, playing along with the joke, “Hmm… I feel as if I may need a reminder.”
“It’s Christmas Mom! And I may or may not have seen all the presents you left underneath the tree…” her vocal pitch increases, looking away in a guilty look as Steve reaches up and pulls her down into his body, the girl screaming as he ruffles her hair.
“Did someone be naughty and peak underneath the tree?” he grits through his teeth, Alena shouting in a reply, “I didn’t mean to, I promise! I saw it on the way to your room!”
You begin to tickle her sides as Steve holds her in place against his chest, making the girl scream in delight loudly, “Is someone now on Santa’s naughty list?”
“Mom…” she pouts her lips, a grumpy expression adorning her face as you sigh sadly, “I know sweet cheeks, you don’t believe in him anymore.”
“I’m sorry…”
You hold out your arms as you wrap her in a warm hug, “Don’t be sorry, baby. I knew you would realise eventually. You’re getting too old!”
She gasps and looks into your eyes, crossing her arms over her chest, “I am not old! You and Dad are old.”
You start giggling in shock as Steve just opens his mouth wide, “You better watch yourself, pumpkin.”
“Yeah,” you hold up a finger in warning, before pointing it over to Steve, “Dad doesn’t like being reminded he’s in his mid-thirties.”
And now it is Steve’s turn to attack you, but instead with aggressive kisses, littering them up your neck and across your face lightly, Alena now old enough to understand the playful love between the two of you. “You’re almost thirty as well, you know.”
“Two more years to go, babe. I’m still in my prime development decade,” you smirk at him.
And it wasn’t just you who was developing.
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A loud gasp can be heard along with the shredding of paper as Alena holds up her latest gift, “You actually got me it?”
For such a small gadget, the Barbie Digital Camera cost you $70, the most expensive gift yet, but maybe not the one which will cause the biggest reaction.
“Of course I did! It’s the one thing you kept pointing at in the magazine!”
She giggles with a bright smile, “Thank you! Thank you!”
She launches herself at you, the motherly instinct in you clutching onto your stomach to protect your unborn child, hoping Steve didn’t notice the movement. The surprise would be known in the next half an hour.
“And after you’ve taken your photos, we can connect it to Dad’s computer and see it come to life! How cool is that?”
“Can I take it to school?” she asks, clutching the box in her hands.
“I assume you can! But, just ask Mrs. Critchley before you take it in, okay?”
“Okay!” she smiles, plopping herself back down on the carpet to open the rest of her gifts.
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Your hands began to sweat. Alena was all done opening her presents, patiently waiting for you and Steve to unwrap yours.
Steve let you attend to your gifts first. Everything from a brand-new necklace designed with a rose quartz, matching your engagement ring, to the latest Nokia phone, you were thankful for everything he had bought you, praising him with many gentle kisses and warm hugs.
Now, it was Steve’s turn. You specifically told him to leave one present until last, leading him to give you an eyebrow raise and a shrug before simply agreeing, used to your weirdness by now. You got him everything from a new cologne to a new pair of Nike shoes, the soles of his old pair wearing thin from how much he was working over the Christmas holidays.
But, after one final kiss, it was finally time.
“Can I open this now?” Steve jokes, the nerves deeply settling in your stomach. You don’t even know why you were worried, you had stopped using protection in mutual agreement, knowing kids could be a possibility from that result. There was just a voice in your head trying to convince you an awful reaction would occur.
“Uh, yeah… Yeah, you can.”
“Hey,” he puts an arm on your shoulder, “Why are you so nervous?”
You lightly chuckle, “You’ll find out once you open the gift.”
Even after all of these years, Steve still wasn’t the smartest. Verbal cues were not his strong suit, but my God could he read body language like a champ.
He gives you a confused look before unwrapping the cream-coloured bow, delicately tearing apart the paper as his eyes immediately notice the ultrasound scan.
He may be oblivious, but he isn’t that oblivious. He has one very similar in his bedside table drawer of his sweet ten-year-old daughter sat next to him.
The tears form at his eyes before he can even recognise them. Small sniffles enter the atmosphere as his hazel eyes make contact with you, “Are you serious?”
And the tears follow suit for you, nodding frantically as he leans across the floor to collect you in his arms, crying into your shoulder.
“How far along?” he mumbles into your shoulder, tears dripping onto the red fabric of your dress.
“Read the card and you’ll find out.”
Steve was too drawn into the ultrasound scan to even notice the card you had gotten him. Releasing from the hug, he keeps a gentle hand on the small of your back, picking up the card and carefully opening it, reading the words you had written, the tears increasing as he noticed it was from the perspective of his baby.
“Wha— How? When did you get this done?” he stutters out, still in complete shock of the entire moment.
“Pregnancy test has been in the bathroom trash can for two weeks. I was scared you were going to notice it for a while, but then I remembered it’s you, and you don’t notice anything,” you giggle, Steve not even bothered by the joking insult, too caught up in his own emotions, “And two Thursday’s ago, I didn’t go to work. Went to the hospital and got the scan, and just hung around Starcourt until the time I would normally come home.”
“Well, you fooled me,” he chuckles, leaning in for a kiss which you gladly accept, cupping his cheeks as you smile into it.
“I love you so much, beautiful girl. And I love the baby who is growing inside of you. You’re so strong. Your body is so strong. I just— I can’t wait. I can’t wait to meet them.”
His hand had migrated down to your stomach, gently cradling the unborn child inside of you.
Alena had finally looked up from her Etch-a-Sketch, noticing the tears falling down both yours and Steve’s cheeks, your hands holding tightly onto each side of his head as your foreheads were leant against each other, kneeling on the soft carpet of the living room.
“Mom? Dad? Why are you crying?”
Steve turns around to face his daughter, you looking softly into her eyes, “Because Mom is having a baby, sweetie.”
Steve passes her the ultrasound scan, her face scrunching up in confusion as she points at it, “Why is it just a black blob?”
Steve begins laughing as his head falls onto your shoulder, sweetly rubbing up and down the sides of your waist.
“Because when a baby is first made, it starts out as a black blob and then grows into the full size baby we all know and love,” you explain gently to her.
“Hmm…” she takes in, before asking her next question, “But how did it get there?”
Your eyes widen as Steve’s hands stop on your waist, refusing to lift his head and look at his daughter.
You smile through the awkwardness, remembering that her sex education lessons would start in a matter of months, “You’ll find out soon, baby.”
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thank you ever so much for reading!! do you guys want any more pregnancy related fics? i really want to do some research into post-partum for myself, so do you want me to skip straight to that, or tackle other things like morning sickness, gender reveal, baby shower, stuff like that? feel free to let me know!! ♡
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acourtofwhatthefuck · 9 months
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Hello, I'm so sorry that you're having a mopey day today :(( But honestly I'm having one today too... I would love to read some fluffy fic, maybe some teenage!Rhys×reader where they are acting like stupid teenagers in love. Or maybe something with Az where reader is a shadowsinger too and they are fooling around and using their shadows to prank the IC. I don't know, these are just some ideas that popped randomly in my head so don't feel pressured to write anything. Anyway wish you best and I hope you will feel better soon 💗
Thanks, lovie! 💕Hope this is okay and cheers you up a little! I feel like I’m not very good at fluff but I did my best 🤣 thank you for sending it in! Enjoy 💕
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Forget Me Not — (Rhysand x Reader)
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"You'll be High Lord someday."
"I will."
Rhysand rested his chin on your leg, violet eyes peering up at you. In the balmy evening light, he looked resplendent, the sun offsetting the golden hue of his skin. You found your fingers absentmindedly tracing the shape of his lips, the brush of his lashes.
"Things will change when you're High Lord." You brushed his floppy hair from his eyes. "We will change. Our relationship."
At just nineteen, it was hard enough to navigate such a serious, intense relationship. You hadn't expected to fall so madly in love a year earlier, when your court — the Summer Court — had received the High Lord of the Night Court and his son as guests; a plan, you'd learned, to strengthen the relations between the Solar Courts and Seasonal Courts. The High Lord's son, Rhysand, had been nothing but charming and chivalrous. But you hadn't expected him to so much as notice you, as a mere a servant to the High Lord of Summer. When you'd served Rhysand a drink, and those violet eyes had met yours like they were staring into your soul, you knew immediately — you would never want anybody as fiercely as you wanted him.
Too bad that he was a future High Lord, and you a nobody.
It had been unexpected, to say the least, that he'd sought you out. Asked you to show him around the court whilst his father and your High Lord engaged in dull meetings. He'd made you laugh and seemed genuinely interested in knowing you. And when he'd returned to the Night Court, he'd promised to come back and see you again.
Which he had. And thus had begun a year of secret meetings and the thrilling adventure of falling in love. You knew Rhysand's father would never approve. You knew Rhys would one day be in a charge of his court, and not have the luxury of sneaking off to see you for a few hours, sometimes an entire night.
There was a time limit on your relationship, and that thought had begun to plague you more and more recently.
Rhys reached out, pressing your hand against his cheek. "Change doesn't always have to be bad."
"It will be the worst kind of change if we can't see each other anymore."
Rhys sighed softly, rolling onto his back. You knew he didn't want to spend your precious time together talking about such things; neither did you. You wished you could stay like this forever, sprawled out in the sweet-smelling meadow that had become your place to meet him. The thought of this place being empty of your love, your laughter, your conversation, made you teary.
"Please don't cry, my love." Rhys scooted closer. He tugged you until you were slotting between his legs, his front pressed to your back. "Why are you letting this bother you now?
Tears dropped onto your lap as you glanced down. "This past year is the happiest I've ever been."
A kiss was pressed to your shoulder. "Me, too."
"But you will be a High Lord. And of a court I don't even live in. You will be the most important member of your court, and I'm nothing but a servant. I feel like soon enough, you're just going to forget me. That you ever loved me."
You felt the way his body went rigid against you. After a pause, his warm arms slid around your waist, his face burying into the crook of your neck. He seemed to inhale your scent slowly. Desperately.
"Do you truly think I could ever forget you?" He murmured. "I remember the first second I caught a glimpse of you. You were the most beautiful person I'd ever seen. Still are."
You gave a watery laugh. "So beautiful in my old, ratty clothes."
"Your hair was in a loose braid, and when you leaned down to serve me my drink, a strand came free of the plait. I felt so compelled to reach out and tuck it behind your ear. And I thought your eyes could give this court's sunrise a run for its money. So bright and brilliant. Your cheeks were flushed, and you smiled at every single person, despite most of them straight up ignoring you. You were the most exquisite person in that room, and I couldn't look away from you."
You turned slightly in his arms, just enough to meet his gaze. "You noticed all of those things?"
A lopsided smile tugged at his lips. "Why do you think I tried so hard to get a message to you that I wanted to meet with you? I couldn't let you walk away. At least not without learning your name first. I certainly didn't think I'd ever be lucky enough to have you love me back."
You studied his remarkable face, noting every emotion, every thought, that he wore freely. For nobody other than you. You'd memorised that face as much as you possibly could so that when he wasn't around, you could close your eyes and picture him. His brilliant smile. The way his eyes roved happily over you. Sometimes, you could lay in bed and hear his laugh.
"Just...just promise me." You pressed your forehead against his. "Promise me that one day, when you're High Lord...even if you can't be with me anymore, you won't forget me. I couldn't bear you forgetting me."
Rhys's strong hand moved up to cup your jaw. There was no chance to read the look in his eyes before he was leaning in and pressing his lips to yours.
The kiss started out gentle. Soft. The kind of tentative kisses you first shared in the early days of your relationship. Rhys's thumb brushed the line of your cheekbone, his mouth caressing yours.
But then his tongue was parting the seam of your lips and sliding into your mouth to intertwine with yours. Your mingling tastes had you sighing softly in satisfaction and angling yourself towards him further, one of your hands naturally reaching up to twine within the strands of his hair.
Somehow, you ended up in his lap, his lips working feverishly against yours in a hungry kiss. It was just the two of you in that meadow — the two of you and your love, that nobody — not even the High Lord of the Night Court — could take away from you. You would love him forever and always, no matter the distance, the social standing, the outside opinions.
Only when you were both panting for breath did Rhys tear his mouth from yours. You breathed heavily against each other's lips, your foreheads pressed together.
"Here." Rhys murmured deeply, quietly. "This is for you."
You pulled back just enough to glance down at the hand he held between you. You frowned down at the two tiny, blue flowers he pinched between his fingers. When he'd picked them, you weren't sure.
"A flower?" You were still battling to catch your breaths. "For me?"
"One for you and one for me." Rhys said. "They're Forget-Me-Nots. I'll spell them to forever stay fresh. And as long as we both have these, we know we'll never forget one another."
You blinked away tears as he tucked the flower into the strands of your hair, before leaning in to kiss you again.
"Always and forever, my heart." He whispered.
You nodded vigorously, cupping his cheek. "Always and forever."
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elvisabutler · 11 months
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OK, I'll bite: since your requests are open, may we please, with all the cherries on top, get a Dove pregnancy fic? If you have the time and energy, of course - I know your WIP list is crazy, and I'm sure you have all kinds of things going on irl too, as we all do! 😘
if your child needs a daddy, i can help
summary: you find yourself pregnant with your first kid and you and austin make room for them in your lives despite how sometimes the whole pregnancy makes you feel emotionally and physically. fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: m, i suppose. he does get his finger inside of her. pairing: austin butler x priscilla actress reader ( little dove verse ) word count: 2261 warnings: the normal warnings apply for this verse. daddy kink. dom/sub dynamics. brief mentions of past relationships that were not at all pleasant. anxiety. negative self talk. pregnancy kink. breeding kink. THESE WARNINGS MAKE IT SOUND MORE SMUTTY THAN IT IS. but it's actually quite fluffy. austin's just horny for his wife. referenced/implied fingering. future and past p in v sex referenced. author’s note: consider this canon for the main verse? obviously set in the future so- god maybe 2024/2025? generally speaking i loved this prompt and technically meant to keep it short or at the very least fluffy but uh- well austin's a horndog is really what happened. thank you anon for this prompt, truly, i'm really trying to get up the courage/gumption to restart actually actively writing for dove and austin and stuff like this and the asks really help more than you know. also thank you for acknowledging my crazy wip list. didn't actually think i'd write this as quick as i did, and truly i meant to have it up on mother's day when i realized how quick i was writing it but this past weekend. lord she was a doozy in my work real life. anyway i hope you like it and anyone who actually wants to be tagged for this verse, either hit me up in my ask box or my dms or someway. i didn't do my normal austin tag list for this because i know this verse has been known to occasionally bother some people and i don't want to put it in your face if you don't want to read it, you know?
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It happens- as all things do with you and Austin- quickly. It comes within the two months of you telling Austin you want to make Austin a real Daddy. A daddy who can hold his child and rock it and sing it little lullabies until it grows up to be and strong like their parents. You'd think since you're a grown woman and a surprising amount of your life has become regimented in ways it wasn't after dating and then marrying Austin that you wouldn't miss your period and not notice. You wouldn't miss it one month, two months and only realize something's strange when you go to visit Austin to see his show and hiss and practically yelp in pain when he presses up against your chest. They were bigger but they always got a little bigger around your period, it was fine. But then Austin is murmuring in your ear and pressing his hand against your stomach where he can feel a firmness where there wasn't one before.
"Are you pregnant?"
That's a weird question to ask, you're due for your period any day now, you think, thinking that you're close enough to the beginning of the next month that you're due for one soon. Not that it'll be your third missed period in a row. You shake your head, "no, I'm due for it next week, I think."
Austin raises an eyebrow and presses against the firm spot, waiting for it to give only to realize it's staying firm, there's something there. "When was your last one, Dove?"
You open your mouth to answer once, twice, three times before you look down at his hand against your stomach and see how your breasts are practically spilling out of your bra and you let out a noise of delight and shock rolled into one. Your voice is soft when you answer him finally. "I don't remember."
The squeal of delight you let out and the way Austin laughs and laughs and laughs twirling you around before setting you back down so he can kiss your belly is something the cast talks about for the next week or two.
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It's a flurry to try and get things rescheduled, have projects pushed back or dropped all together as your belly starts to curve outward, becoming harder and harder to hide as the weeks go by. You and Austin had made an agreement to not announce a single thing before 12 weeks. It wasn't a guarantee nothing would go wrong but it put you in a safer territory than you would be if you announced earlier. Austin argues every so often that you shouldn't make an announcement, not because he doesn't want people to know but because he's so fiercely protective over your private life with him beyond what the two of you have to show that exposing your child to this nonsense fills him with dread. He worries about the judgment he figures you'll get over having a baby like this. Worries about how if you want to book something short that people may look at your belly and realize that it's not worth it. Maxwell and Simon, your agents and managers and pseudo dads rolled into one promise to get you just one more thing even if you'll have an obvious belly for them because they care about you and your career almost if not more than Austin does.
You tell him- no, you explain to him that you can't do that, you can't go into hiding because you're pregnant. You want to be able to tell the world that you're carrying his baby, that your belly is growing because you told him you wanted a baby. This baby may not be their child, but they're your fans and what would you be without your fans? No, you have to announce it so that you can finally stop hiding in oversized hoodies and dresses tailored to hide your bump. Besides, you've been known to read the gossip blogs and the magazines while waiting for your doctor's appointments. You know very well there's theories as to what's going on and how people find it suspicious you've gone from full body shots on instagram to above the waist shots. There's theories about why you had to drop out of a film that you'd be filming while nine months pregnant and ready to pop if you did. This is the only real way to put them to rest.
"Looking forward to this little one and I having many more mother's days to come. Your daddy and I can't wait to meet you." is the caption you go with on Mother's day with Austin's hands and your hands on your stomach. The comments make you cry though if Austin asks you're only crying because of the hormones. Not because of your little Elvis family bombarding your comments with congratulations or the way any negative comments get overwhelmed by happier comments. Even Kaia and Vanessa say congratulations and you feel something in your chest loosen at the knowledge. You feel the fear that had gripped your heart deep down that whispered how you'd have to hide this pregnancy like you hide your submission to Austin- like you hid your relationships with your other doms- disintegrate and evaporate into thin air.
Austin knows the second he sees your smile and sees your response to a few messages that he's doomed, he's lost the fight of getting you to remain a little more private about the pregnancy. Truthfully he's just thankful you agree with him that the two of you are going to try your absolute hardest to keep the baby themselves out of the limelight. And - as he murmurs, cupping your growing bump one night- their three siblings. Your feed is split between promoting your new project, random other things you'd do and posts about your growing bump, your occasional sickness and how pregnancy isn't really all it's cracked up to be even when you want a baby.
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It comes to a head one day when you're seven months pregnant with your big long baby that Austin felt the need to gift you with all his height genes and you're posting something about how this week has just been rough.
"I'm not speaking for everyone, obviously, and all you infertility moms can tell me I'm wrong, but for me- I'm- society gives us all some rose tinted glasses when it comes to pregnancy and from what some of you guys have told me, motherhood." You sigh, wincing as your daughter kicks your rib cage and does this somersault that has your stomach rolling and twisting. "I want more kids but- this hurts. This hurts and I feel huge and I can't breathe sometimes because they're pressing on everything and I know you guys have seen the pap photos, I can't even really hug Austin right any more."
Austin for his part knows better than to interrupt when he hears you talking to yourself and despite his better judgment waits outside your shared bedroom door until he hears words that stop his heart.
"It's selfish, I guess, but I worry sometimes that he doesn't- he isn't going to like me nearly as much when the baby comes out. We've all heard about how guys do that and Austin's but- I don't know. I'm being melancholy and that's not what you signed up for today." You lift up your shirt to show your bump as your daughter does another roll that you manage to catch on camera. "I guess they wanted to show off at the expense of mommy. You are definitely your father's kid."
When it's been silent for a few minutes and he hears you grunt in pain he finally walks inside the room to see you standing in front of the mirror, cupping your bump before running your hands over your chest. There's a part of him in the back of his head that finds the action arousing beyond belief but he sees the look on your face and sees how you're playing with your necklace as the hand that was on your breast moves up. You're so engrossed in looking at your body and allowing your mind to whisper things to you that you don't notice Austin until he's up behind you and his hands are lifting up your belly just so.
"Oh, Aus- Fuck, Daddy, keep your hands there." You moan, the relief palpable in your tone. "That feels so good, she's been-"
"Growing too fast and too big for my little Dove?" Austin's tone is light and playful has he kisses your neck, watching the two of you in the mirror. "The joys of having me as the other half of the genes. Two more months and then she's out of you and you're free until the next one."
Your jaw tenses just a little at the words. It's not that you don't want another baby but who's truly to say he's going to want you enough to make one. The silence after his joke is what makes Austin pause and has him kissing at your jaw. "What's wrong?"
Because something is wrong and you have to communicate with him, if you need something you need to tell him, that's always been the rule in your relationship. A sigh leaves your lips. "There's- you're not going to find me attractive-" you pause and try to take a breath before the first thought that comes to your mind leaves your mouth in a rush. "Elvis didn't like Priscilla after she had Lisa."
Austin drops your belly gently against your protests and turns you to face him while shaking his head, taking your head in his hands. "Dove. Don't- we're not them, remember?"
"I know that!" You practically whine before rubbing at your eyes that are quickly filling with tears. "I know we're not! I know you're Austin and I'm me but I look and feel like a beached whale and my boobs are huge and will probably sag everywhere-"
Austin places his finger on your lips before shaking his head. "I'm going to stop you right there and tell you to look down." He watches you as your eyes slide down his torso and stop between his legs. He's- he's hard just from looking at you and touching you. There's his arousal staring you in the face in his grey sweatpants and you can't help but bite your lip. It twitches a little.
"You're- Daddy."
"I'm hard. You know how I've been the bigger you get. I thought you were attractive before but carrying my baby? Watching your belly swell and seeing your boobs escape every bra you put them in? Dove, if my dick had it's way you'd be pregnant every second you could be." He murmurs, allowing his hands to slide down your neck to your chest where he gives your breasts and nipples a squeeze before sliding down to your stomach. "And when this belly is gone? When our daughter is suckling at your chest? I'm going to remember that you did this. Going to remember how my wife grew our daughter and is feeding her from her own body still. I'm going to know that you're strong and perfect. And I'm going to remind myself we have a baby schedule to stick to. That I can't just immediately put another one inside of you."
His words cause a shudder to ripple through you and Austin smirks just a little, moving his hands down lower and lower, "Dove, if I put my hand between your legs how wet is it going to get?"
You feel your breath shakily leave your mouth. "Soaked. Please, Austin-"
A kiss cuts off your words as Austin's hand slides in between your leggings and your skin, inching ever so closer to where he's ignited a fire. He pulls away just a hair and shakes his head. "Try again, lil Dove. Please who?"
The eyeroll you give him holds no malice but you can't help it even as your arousal threatens to overwhelm you. "Daddy, please."
"I'll always give my Dove what she needs," he murmurs, finally sliding his fingers inside of you with a low groan from both of you.
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It's funny how after that night your sex life with Austin up until the end of your pregnancy became a little more intense. More frequent as if to reassure you any time the voice inside your head got too loud and any time every trick your therapists taught you failed. Austin loved you and there wasn't a single doubt about that. Even if there was, the way he was by your side throughout your labor with your daughter would have done away with any doubts. There wasn't much more you could ask for in a partner than what he did for you that day and what he does for you as you recover.
It's a week before any of you are ready to take a picture but you're thankful for Ashley recommending a good photographer for the newborn pictures despite Austin's protests that he could take his own. After all, you wanted him in some of them, and you didn't trust an autotaken picture for this. When it comes time for Austin to post that your daughter's been born he goes for a simple picture that shows your hand on top of Austin's and Loretta's on yours with a simple caption: isn't she lovely, isn't she wonderful.
He saves the other photos for you to post.
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svltzmans · 7 months
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see you soon - h.m.
a/n: hi! this is another request and its such a cute idea, thank you anon for sending it in 😙 i love writing cute little fluffy fics like this!! i hope you guys like it even though it's super short
warnings: none!
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y/n never looked forward to her yearly family holiday.
she had always been easily homesick, and even when she's with her family, she hates being away from the place she spends most of her time.
she knew this year would be harder now that she was actually dating someone that she would have to leave behind.
y/n and hope were attached at the hip, and spending time apart wasn't easy for them. hope found herself trying to find distractions, and y/n could only focus on hope even in her absence.
it was worse in the middle of the night, when y/n couldn't sleep in the bed that didn't belong to her.
she managed for a few days, doing her best to pretend that hope was asleep next to her.
on one of the last nights of the trip, y/n can't sleep no matter how hard she tries. she's doing everything right, she thinks, but nothing seems to work.
she considers the odds that hope is awake, and decides that it might be worth a try to reach her. she picks up her phone from the nightstand and opens her contact.
what are the odds you're awake right now?
she clicks send, not expecting a response at all, yet one comes almost immediately.
a hundred percent. you okay?
y/n immediately feels more relaxed seeing hope's response. something about hope makes her feel safe, even when she's not there physically.
i'm okay. just can't sleep and i miss you.
i miss you too. i just woke up. my subconcious must have known you were awake. how was your day today?
it was okay. it would have been better if you were here.
y/n smiles at her phone, daydreaming about her and hope's future holidays together.
when you get back, do you wanna go on a day trip? just the two of us?
what are we gonna do?
you get to pick. i want to spend some time with you.
y/n starts thinking about what she wants to take hope to do, finally starting to feel sleepy.
we could go to the beach and get some ice cream. can we watch the sunset too?
of course we can. you know i love sunsets.
i love you, hope.
drifting off slowly, y/n drops her phone on the bed next to her.
y/n?
y/nnnnnn
someone's sleepy huh?
goodnight sleepyhead, talk tomorrow.
oh, and i love you too.
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Your last 666 series installment is the best thing that happened to me. Its full of gore, somehow fluffy and wait-.. do I finally see some FRICKING COMUNICATION between the two idiots!?!?!
Ngl, Vox's 'Alastor not being able to love' statement hurt my soul. Your writing is brilliant and and let's just see what ending ya wro-..O MA LORD IS THAT VAL'S LOVE POTION!?!?!?!?
Now I need to know what's next!!!! And VOX I SWEAR IF U USE THIS SITUATION IN ANY WAY IM GOING TO SKIN YOU ALIVE.
This series is a blast♡ love it!♡ makes me weirdly passionate and excited hah!
Some communication, and some communication failure, hahaha. They're going to be talking a lot more in the next one, actually, because I meant to write some NSFW and they had to go and attempt a healthy conversation instead. What can you do.
Thank you so much, I'm delighted that you're enjoying! :D
And: Way more anon asks about the latest 666 getting answered under the cut! <3 I combined a bunch from the last couple of days.
prince, I'm going insane over the latest fic. so we know from Alastor's inner monologue that he knows the roofie was an accident, but considering the super stressful situation, the fact that Vox was the one to ask for a kiss and the fact that Alastor accused him of wanting instead of loving him not a few minutes ago…. makes me wonder if Vox might not be at least a little worred that Alastor might think it was on purpose <3 gonna be rotating this in my head for the foreseeable future - ✨
I am so glad that these things are on y'all's minds, hahaha. Because you can bet they are on mine. >:D And THANK YOU, very pleased to be dragging everyone down into insanity with me.
“Should I stitch together the scars your teeth left in me in a mirror of my own signature on your body.” Fucking. POETRY. 🐈‍⬛
I am always so happy when I write shit like this and instead of everyone pointing at me and going, "Look, what an EDGELORD!" the response is you people being VERY nice and leaning into the feelsy fun! 💛
holy moly ??? i love the new 666 addition aaaah 😭🙏 the trials and tribulations of feeling scorned and ghosted by a loser who confessed his love to you and the next time you see him he’s holding your LITERAL heart in his hands by alastor ! OMFG this was too good esp the part where vox is like “bro why do YOU CARE ?? i thought you didn’t love me huh?” and alastor is like well. maybe i.do. 😐 LIKE CMONN this really played out like some soap drama and i loved the neat details on resuscitative thoroctomy (learned a new word too so double bonus) the fact vel was on the line w her and val’s apparent surgeon for val’a little ‘incidents ??? GOLDEN I SAYY hope we see more of ur oc … 🫣🫣 btw ofc vox would love to an end an argument with a kiss OF FUCKING COURSE HE WOULD 😭 thank u sm for this chapter princeliest my dear <3 hope life is treating u well too !! -🦌
Vox is ahead of Alastor in terms of effective in-the-moment conflict resolution, but goddamn if he isn't fucked up in his own fun little ways. They're so not done with most of these issues, but at least they're on they're way to maybe be able to have a real conversation about them!
You know. If they chose to do that kind thing. Instead of whatever they will probably do instead.
Anyway, THANK YOU!! I had a great deal of fun writing this chapter and digging into some of the issues that have been slowly collecting underneath the surface of kinky radiostatic, so I'm happy you guys are enjoying as well!! :D
AS FOR MY OC... I WILL POST ABOUT THEM SOON. I LOVE THEM A LOT AND IT EXCITES ME THAT PEOPLE WANT TO KNOW MORE OF THEM. Tysm for asking Q^Q
Just read the new addition to the 666 verse, and inside of me are two wolves: The first is saying: Immaculate, artistry of the highest form. We finally get Alastor’s own confrontation with his vulnerability and him trying to figure out what exactly the relationship with Vox means to him. Cannot wait for how this all is going to develop. The other part of me: THE BREADCRUMBS WORKED THE MUSE IS WRITING!!! Followed by this image (since tumblr won’t let me attach it while being anonymous) https://i.redd.it/hx2shk642vs71.jpg -🕊️
LMAO THAT PIC. Amazing, flawless, thank you. The breadcrumbs DEFINITELY worked, please keep feeding. Digging into Alastor's shit is bringing me life and I'm happy to share it, hahaha. We're swinging even harder on the introspection in the next one!
As a sucker for medical gore and aroace angst, I lack the words to express my love and appreciation for your most recent installment of 666, but your writing of radiostatic's dynamic was captivating and proved to be such a lovely read as always! I loved that you touched on Alastor's relationships with the women around him as that has always been such an interesting aspect of his character to me! I never really put much thought into how Vox's apparent avoidance of Alastor in the show could mirror Alastor's disappearance, and now it will Not leave my mind. My heart hurts for these two dorks, super looking forward to chapter 2!
"Medical gore and aroace angst" should be the title of my memoir. Honestly, this series has ended up a lot more edgy-bloody than I expected it to, since I usually tend to prefer to portray my whump/angst/violence/etc in a much more roundabout way, but it's actually kinda tipped over into, like... part of the point is how banal it is, how beside the point. The upsetting heavy-hitting bits aren't the blood, they're everything else that goes on around it. Anyway, thank you so much! <3 I think your heart will find some relief in chapter two, haha, I hope you enjoy!!
Meanwhile alastor, completely convinced that there’s no situation where vox actually loves him and is happy with the way things are—either vox wants more and is going to start asking for more, or he doesn’t actually love him and just wants to have sex with him and thus either way he is a Liar. They’re so fucking bad at this. No one is capable of being the adult here. I think they need an auspitice.
It's really funny that you said that, because that is kind of exactly the role that [spoiler] ends up playing, though in a more roundabout way, hahaha. They certainly need someone to, like, get them to be having the same conversation with each other instead of two parallel ones. I think the fun thing about writing Alastor reacting to his own feelings is just how much his reaction can change based on how things are framed for him, and it leaves a lot of wiggle room for how differently I've ended up writing him reacting to the season 1 finale in 666 vs in Happily Ever After, and Other Shit Nepotism Can't Buy.
But, god, you really nailed the description of what Alastor is feeling. <3
Vox in the latest 666, my ENTIRE HEART. Literally nothing about how he read the situation was a bad take or a leap to conclusions, but alastor constantly says the opposite of what he means and refuses to admit vulnerability or friendship and what the hell else was vox meant to do with that, of course he backed off, they need to have this talk so badly
YES, PRECISELY! Like, I hope it came through that really neither of them was completely crazy to react the way they did! It's a result of how much of their communication has been nonverbal, implied, and talking around things - they'd been doing so well up until this point, but there's only so far that can take you before you start thinking that you're on the same page when really you're reading two completely different books! Thank you sm! <3
‘But I am capable,” Alastor says gently. “I love you very much.” Vox gapes up at him. “...I. Fuck you.” His voice is tight, strained. “I don’t fucking believe you.” Alastor feels his smile thin. “Well. That’s just dandy, then, isn’t it?”’ I AM NOT OK GOING FUCKING FERAL
Probably one of my favorite lines to write, ehehehe. THANK YOU ANONNNN <3 It's kinda interesting to see how differently some people read this. Some folks thought Alastor was saying it to hurt Vox (which is how Vox read it). Some folks thought it was true (how Alastor intended it). Some folks thought Alastor was trying to fit into the mold that he thought Vox wanted from him (how I intended it). All of them make sense as readings! >:)
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Author note: 😭💖Thank you to everyone who got me to 1000 likes! THANK YOUUU ALL SO MUCH- I'm very grateful for all the support 😚yes I'm still writing the Tyler Galpin x Reader fic!! Part 2 will be out before Saturday (I hope), but here's a little something to celebrate 1000 likes!!! 🥺💞
Batman x Gender Neutral Reader
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words: 887 . 🥺💞Song suggestion while reading: Cherries by Madison beer
Summary: It's been one year since you've started dating the Bruce Wayne of Wayne Enterprise and still, it feels like you're living in a dream to know both you and him are in love and are together! Though not always together physically, unfortunately due to Brucey's secret vigilante life- You could only hope he makes it in time to celebrate your and his anniversary. . .
BRRRRRR.
"Speak." Oh how you missed hearing that gentle, masterful calm voice of his.
He's most likely in his batmobile right now, flying over the city or doing something genius you haven't figured out yet.
"Mm, got any plans for tonight, Batman?" With your hip, you leaned on the coffee table and stared out the floor-to-ceiling glass window of a penthouse. (One of many you shared with your future husband all over the city.)
"Depends on who's the lovely person asking. And I thought I've told you not to call me during–"
"–Night patrols, yes but. . ." You twisted the silky curtain fabric around your finger, "I just really wanted to hear your voice." Also to see if he remembered your anniversary date.
There was a small pause before a delicious low chuckle trailed down your body tenderly in vibrations through the phone. "Will that be all?"
Oh no it won't be once he gets his ass here.
You tightened the lavish bathrobe around you, "hopefully I'm not disturbing you too much, Mr Batman. But if you have some time to spare, I'd appreciate it if you'd spend it on me."
Another one of his entertained chuckle runs through your nerves like silk.
You sighed dreamily, "it would really make my night. . ."
"I'll come to you within 24 hours," you swear you heard a teasing smile in his lovely deep voice. (He had no idea what a chase you'll be giving him this time. If it'll even be a chase at all for the big brain he has.)
"I'm not at my (our) usual place. . . " That was the first clue you gave him, "how ever will you find me?"
He guaranteed before hanging up, "you're never far from me. If that's all, I'll need to get going to see you soon." Oh he'd better.
You left the phone on the coffee table and laid out on the lounge sofa to relax, looking out at the world-wide view and specks of stars in the great sky. If he's late, you planned to sleep here for the night. . .
But true to his words, you didn't have to wait long, sensually alone, drinking some juice in your fluffy bathrobe when the sound of the doors opening gently alerted you.
"Baby," his footsteps ring from behind you and closer they reached until a large warm hand lands on your hip.
"It didn't take you very long to get here," you pouted and turned your head around to see the handsome love of your life- though internally your heart jumped for joy at how early he arrived.
They were piercing in the shadows, but sweet in the lights as Bruce's sapphire blue eyes would sweep across your whole body from head to toe for a minute (something like his routine as Alfred, his butler, had once said) admiring you.
"I tried to delay myself as best as I can to give you some space, (Name), but it is almost midnight." So he knew all along. What an eyeroll moment if not for how wonderful he is looking down at you with that sweet loving smile and his burning hand on your covered skin.
He then crouched and leaned in closer to softly- like a butterfly- kiss the center of your forehead, the ironed tie of his suit hung and grazed at your arm as he held that kiss for a while.
Then you couldn't help speaking, "I thought I'd give you a little challenge. . ." Which wasn't very hard in the first place if he had placed a tracker on you somewhere, somehow like he'd usually do. For safety reasons, you'd assume.
"Oh yeah? And how did that go," he cocked his eyebrow sharply.
"Not very effective but I don't care," you reached out your arms around his neck and tugged him down onto your body. "I hope you have alot more time because I'm not letting you go until tomorrow night."
Bruce allowed this, you were well aware of his extremely superior strength and how much you had an effect on this hero who'd melt in your proximity.
His strong chest pressed down on yours and suddenly you could feel his heart beat racing against yours. . . Like there was nothing except both of your flesh and bones being the obstacle for your hearts to join into one. . . He kissed the side of your lips like he couldn't resist your pull. "Of course not, I don't expect anything less from you, (Name) Wayne. . . I couldn't stop loving you even if I had tried."
"No complaints, Brucey. I'm having you all for myself for the day." You said confidently though didn't mean it completely, sure you could be selfish but the city needed Batman more than you do. . . You have his heart and that's more than enough. (Also his wealth but that's not the point)
Many times in your life you've seen the absolute lovestruck way he's looked at you, but the warmth shimmering between your body and his as he, unblinking, gazed seriously into your soul. . . Made you fall in love again and again. As if you couldn't love him enough.
Bruce whispered near your jaw in the sweetest voice, cracking near the end. "(Name). . . Happy anniversary."
"Happy anniversary too, Brucey." You kissed him back, deeper than ever. The night was still young after all.
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purgeshubble · 3 months
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2023 Fic Roundup
ty for tagging me @blairwaldcrf (and for all the other stuff u have tagged me in and I didn't do <33). I published 18,509 words this year which is a rly solid number - and its 8k more than last year which is pretty neat :)
March (I didn't upload any writing until march of this year)
i will do what you ask me to do (because of how i feel about you) - station 19, jack/maya, convo about their relationship and maya's queerness
i am an offer, you cannot refuse it; i am a dress you were soon to infuse with - the vampire diaries, bamon, bonnie getting to enjoy themselves finally
but it's complicated even under your nose - no good nick, molly/nick, fluffy pre relationship vibes
this is the place we were made (by the late nights and fires on the beach) - degrassi (next class), maya/grace, est relationship talking and thinking back on the past
and i don't get around how you get around - andi mack, aro jonah talking through feelings with queer bex
that's something i'd rather not be reminded of - the oc, taylor comes out to summer (friendship vibes)
companionship is where you find it - sweet/vicious, juphelia, pre relationship late night vibes
the probable projections and the best parts of the dream - the oc, queer ryan and coming out thoughts
yeah maybe that's because everybody's lonely - certified homies rpf, vik/ozza, feelings realisation from viks pov
just stick, stick, stick to your guns; and don't quit it till you feel like changing them - the adventure zone, taako & lup gender feelings
April
none published
May
i think i'll stay here, til i feel whole again - homies smp, slack character study + speedy n tay as guest stars
i don't know how to express this outwardly (theres a hole in me where you used to be - last life, lizzie/ren, shadow and his grief once lizzie dies
i've been painting on my walls; just to see some waterfalls - one tree hill, queer post canon (diverged) peyton and her feelings
i'm gonna make a gigantic mess (but it meant something important i guess) - the oc, ryan/taylor, asexual ryan and a look at how that has affected his relationships
it came in through my window - certified homies rpf, kara has been turned into a crow and goes to skadj for help
you get under my skin (more than anyone's ever been) - dawsons creek, jen/joey, feelings realisation from joey pov
i never really noticed; i never really know (what is it i require) - degrassi (tng), ellie/paige, ellie pov working through queer thoughts & feelings
June
none published
July
you're pouting in your sleep, i'm waking, still yawning; we're proving to each other that romance is boring - purge smp, aro speedy pondering the way he loves and who he loves
there be nothing left to talk about; no one left to hear - last life & purge smp, lizzie/ren, after lizzie dies ren leaves last life and finds himself on purge smp s2
August, September & October
none published
November
and usually it fades in the sun; but not this one - last life, lizzie/bigb, the two of them see each other for the first time since last life
you're gonna wanna be my best friend - purge smp, slack and his teammates gossip and worry about the future
and it's dark and there is nobody driving (and something has got to give) - purge smp, post chilled leaving with some ze thoughts n feelings
as long as we're together, does it matter where we go? - crewfu rpf, 5up/hafu/david, pre polyamory and hafu having lots of love to give
fuck yeah, I'm a deviant - one tree hill, s2 peyton realises she's queer (ft anna stuff)
i only press pause when you press play in my stomach - homies smp, d20/sidearms, d20 feeling realisation and pining
always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken - homies smp, speedy/ozza, speedy has a crush and is hanging out with his friends
December
why you don't think you can stay; why my world's just gone insane - secret life, focusing on the changing in loyalty from both etho & bdubs pov
something inside of me says i'm better than i was - switched at birth, post canon kathryn gets a divorce a writes another book (based on herself and queerness)
are you gonna show up for this love - empires smp, oli pov and how he has friends now but none of them remember him from before
i told secrets I shouldn't tell; i stumbled over all my words - stranger things, ronance, robin lets slip that she's autistic to nancy
i love you in the morning when the blood runs to your cheeks - homies smp, slack/speedy, love confession from slack's pov
inside (outside) (inside) - severance, trans helly has gender feelings
and to think I'm falling in an economy that wants nothing to do with me (but I think I want to do something that'll make them laugh) - homies smp, ghost mayor president cheesy and the people who surround em
wow, that was actually a bit of work. tagging (with no pressure to do it at all): @nblizzieforbes @halfthealphabet @asexual-juliet @shadowbeatz @heisttheblackflag @sentichefuoripiove
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desert-fern · 5 months
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20 Questions for Fic Writers!
I was tagged by the very sweet @fayes-fics (who writes some of the best Bridgerton fics I have read). Thank you for the tag on my side blog! 💕💕
How many works do you have on AO3?
Just one. It's a Bucky oneshot and I am trying to collect my shit to post my only series (A Gun Amongst Daggers) on there soon.
2. What's your total AO3 word count? / Tumblr word count?
2,210. Like I said, just a bitty oneshot on AO3
On Tumblr? Approximately 138 800 words.
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Right now? Just TGM, but I have been known to write some Marvel/Avengers fics
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos/notes?
Because I only have one fic on AO3, I'm just going to do Tumblr notes
AGAD Part 1 (The Seal in the Bar) - 1,344
A Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day - 879
The Walls are Caving In - 833
AGAD Part 2 (Goddamn Pilots) - 693
Roll With the Punches - 616
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I do my best to get to every comment that gets sent my way and if I don't reply, I always read them. I love being able to connect with the readers and their kind words mean the world to me!
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
With what I currently have out? Probably This Love is Fireproof; it's not really all that angsty but I wrote it as a way to process my feelings around a wildfire burning near my home, so the ending is kind of open. Otherwise my angstiest fic isn't out yet, it's been a WIP for months now 😅
7. What is the fic you wrote with the fluffiest ending?
All of them? Ring Around my Rosie and I Just Need a Hug came to mind immediately, but I'm sure most of my work can fall into this category.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Not really. I've had one anon telling me that I was selling out by writing a WWII au (which is just living in plot-landia right now), and I have had a few confrontations with anons in my inbox saying some awful things about a good friend, but most of the time I try to keep it chill. If someone has an issue, DMing me is the best course of action because I want to handle things like an adult.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
If you know me, you know that the answer is no. I much prefer fluffy to smutty, but I have written it once or twice as a part of AGAD. I'm still practicing lol
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
I haven't ventured in that direction just yet. Maybe in the future, but they aren't really my thing.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Once. I had a copycat rip off A Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, to the point where the title was a bunch of synonyms for mine. Some of it was changed, but yeah. It was taken down, thankfully, but I'm always wary of it now.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
No. Never. I'm not all that well known in my fandoms for writing, so I haven't ever been approached with an offer like that.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic?
Not in so many words. I am working with @footprintsinthesxnd on my WWII AU right now, she's been so generous as to offer her help with research, but I don't think I can call that co-writing, unfortunately.
I'd be interested in attempting one, if an opportunity ever presented itself.
14. What's your all time favorite ship?
I have too many! But probably Stucky, those two got me through some tough times lol
15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
Umm... this one I have where Jake gets his callsign of Hangman. It's also my angsty ending one and I think I need to go back to the drawing board on it. It's as of right now, started but unfinished, but I think that I can maybe slam it out. Just depends on the timing of everything.
16. What are your writing strengths?
Not a clue. I'm leaning towards really well-rounded and developed characters but I think I should leave that up to my readers.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Umm... smut. Which makes sense to me as I literally have nothing to draw from other than what I read and maybe scene descriptions. I feel I describe the scenes the same way and use the same words over and over, but maybe that's just me.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I haven't actually found a way that I feel does the language justice. I would totally add some French into a fic if I felt it was needed (its the only other language that I am fluent in, so that's why). Other times, I'm relying on Google Translate so I will usually just stick to English.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Percy Jackson back when I was 13. I wrote a few things over on Fanfiction.net and read shit that I should not have lol
20. Favorite fic you've written?
I love them all, but it has to be A Gun Amongst Daggers without a doubt. I poured 10 months of work into this fic and the characters will forever be a part of me. It is also the first series that I have ever finished, so I have so much love for this work of mine.
No Pressure tags: @startrekfangirl2233 @sarahsmi13s @blue-aconite @horseshoegirl @teacupsandtopgun @dakotakazansky @footprintsinthesxnd @chvoswxtch @madwomansapologist @entishramblings @auroralightsthesky and anyone else who sat through this whole long ass thing!
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highhhfiveee · 5 months
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good fuckin morninggggg
so, bad news, i doooo unfortunately have to go work later, BUT, i'm awake now with some breakfast and i'm going to work on the brothersbestfriend fic and answer a few requests!
feeling very excited about the future of this blog. even though i'm only writing ab one character, i can't believe the little community we've created here <3 as i said in my pinned post, i do plan on expanding and becoming multifandom, it's just that the main fandoms i was in as a teen have become damn near obsolete and while i read marauders, anime, and strangers things stuff, i don't feel confident enough to write for them bc i dont know much about the lore/characters <3 hoping to find other avenues to expand into though! i've just been loving to write about mike, he makes me feel so gidddddyyyyyy. i am giggling and kicking my feet thinking about him 🫥
also also, i wanted to introduce myself to you guys a bit more in depth since we're getting new people in. i'm faire, i'm 22, and i'm really just an all-around creative. i've always loved art and creative expression in any form! i went to a performing arts high school for theatre and pursued a creative writing degree in college (dropped out in my literal last semester bc i am solely responsible for myself and my mental health got too bad lmao.) i counted my masterlist the other day and i think i've written like 23-25 things on here which is crazy to me, but makes sense because i used to have to write five pages stories every other day lmao
some of my other likes include video games like the sims and overwatch, reading, music (i sing and write, and i love alllll genres), graphic design, and being outside! i also love food and travel (japan is one of my all-time desired trips!)
i dislike rude people, lack of communication and spatial awareness lmao, yellow mustard, beans, and capitalism. just trying to make it in this world one day at a time <3
i'm curious as to where everyone else is from though! i'm from the east coast of america, born and raised! ready to escape tbh lol just interested to see where you're all reading from
okie, i'm going to start writing now, see you all soon with some slutty/fluffy mike thoughts <3
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slasherhaven · 2 years
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Hello hello! I just read the second part of your 'stealing his heart' fic with Otis and wow -- your characterization is just beautiful. It's so?? I don't want to just say good but that's what it is. More than that. Idk, I've found personally that it's pretty hard to write fluffy stuff with Otis because he's, y'know -- like that -- but you pulled it off super well!
Anyways! I saw your requests where open so I thought I'd send in an ask :)
Could I get something (headcanons or oneshot, whatever you'd prefer) about Cuddling/sleeping in the same bed as Otis. Preferably he and the reader aren't together yet, and it's some sort of mutual crush type of situation, but it doesn't matter too much. Also I'd rather you stay away from any NSFW for this one, even if it may be out of character (if that's alright). Feel free to change whatever you'd like, and thank you in advance 💚
Sharing a Bed with Otis Driftwood (fluff, future S/O):
Sometimes it felt like you stayed at the Firefly Household more than your own home, they had really taken you in as one of the family. You adored the family and they loved to have you around, you had known them for years. You and Otis had just hit it off, quickly becoming friends, now the two of you were practically inseparable.
The two of you had just gotten back to the house in the early hours of the morning, coming back from a night of chaos. Otis shut the front door behind you both, the two of you wandering through to the living room, only to find Mama and Baby watching some black and white flick on the television.
As soon as the two of you walked into the room, the two women shushed you, turning their attention back to the screen.
"C'mon, y'can crash in my room" Otis offered casually, patting your arm before heading for the stairs. You followed him without hesitation.
Normally when you stayed the night at the house (which was most nights), you would sleep on the couch but it wouldn't be the first time that you shared a bed with either Baby or Otis. It never really bothered you.
You closed the door to Otis' bedroom behind you as he kicked off his shoes. As you sat on the desk chair to remove your shoes, Otis threw himself down onto his bed, making himself comfortable. You just chuckled, shaking your head at him, as you shucked off your jacket.
"You better not snore all night" you jokingly complained before standing and approaching the bed.
"You better keep to your damn side" Otis retorted.
"What side? You're takin' up the whole bed" you pointed out. "Move your ass" you demanded, climbing onto the bed.
"Bossy, ain't ya?" Otis huffed but shuffled over, giving you enough room to lay beside him.
"More like tired" you muttered, making yourself comfortable and pulling the blanket over your body. "Night, Otis" you reach over, turning the lamp off, before laying on your side facing away from Otis.
Otis shifted behind you, getting himself comfortable again as he pulled the blanket over himself.
"You need to get a bigger bed" you mumbled, not even opening your eyes, as he settled behind you.
"If y'don't like it, y'can always sleep on the floor" he scoffed. "Or, y'know, stay in y'own damn house" he suggested, making you chuckle a little.
"Nah, you'd miss me too much" you insisted, a small smile on your face.
"Whatever helps ya sleep at night" you knew that Otis could sleep in the most uncomfortable positions, and yet he was fluffing up his pillow and fidgeting.
"Well, your chattin' isn't helping me sleep" you huffed, finally glancing over your shoulder at him.
"Shut up" Otis rolled his eyes, finally stilling and laying his head down.
"You shut up" you murmured, turning away from him again and snuggling into the bedding.
"Go to sleep" neither of you commented on it when Otis' arm slipped around your waist and his chest touched your back.
"I'm trying!" you jerked your arm back, playfully elbowing him in the ribs, making the two of you chuckle. "G'night, Otis" you sighed as the laughing died down, shifting and making yourself comfortable in his embrace.
"Night" he muttered, his warm breath tickling the back of your neck.
The two of you slept until noon after adjusting yourselves to avoid the light seeping in through the old curtains. Otis laying back with one arm draped over his eyes and the other wrapped around your shoulders as you lay against his chest, burying your face in his shirt.
Otis soon began to stir, waking up, but you weren't too pleased with him disturbing you. "Stop moving" you complained, voice thick with sleep, weakly slapping his chest before trying to fall back to sleep.
"Damn, we cuddle once and y'already naggin' me" Otis huffed, his chest vibrating with a deep chuckle.
"You're fault for keeping me up with your snoring" you accused, though if had snored you had slept right through it.
"You'll be thinkin' we're married next" Otis teased, pushing you off of him before sitting up.
"I want a divorce" you muttered, burying your face in the pillow.
"With pleasure, Sweetheart" Otis chuckled, pulling on his shoes before heading towards the bedroom door, "I'll get ya the papers."
"Otis!" you stopped him just before he could leave the room, causing him to looked back at you. "...wanna get me some of Mama's leftovers with those papers?" you asked with a cheeky smile, knowing he'd bring you some and some for himself.
"Fuck off" he scoffed before leaving the bedroom, leaving you laughing to yourself.
You knew it would only be a matter of time before Otis returned with two portions of Mama's leftovers, and the two of you would eat together while listening to the radio.
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stevespookington · 1 year
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prev stevecarrington ITS SPOOKY TIME (also steve carrington and steve harrington)
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after all this time (i'm still into you) | 15k 3/6(?) | big bang fic!
Steve just wanted to keep working on his TV show, but due to some clauses buried in his contract he'd been coerced into a fake dating scheme. Which was especially stupid because Munson didn’t even like him. Steve should know, Munson had already rejected him years ago. Eddie just wanted to keep his head down until his contract ran out so he could get back to writing with Corroded Coffin instead of doing this idol shit. He wasn't counting on getting outed and having to do damage control... by pretending to date someone who he maybe sorta had (has?) a huge crush on. OR: Steve pretends that if he keeps calling Eddie by his last name then he won’t develop any feelings to go with that crush he'd been trying to forget about. Meanwhile, Eddie is trying to figure out what went wrong years ago and if this time could be different.
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after all this time (i'm still into you) | 9.6k 2/6(?) | big bang fic!
Steve just wanted to keep working on his TV show, but due to some clauses buried in his contract he'd been coerced into a fake dating scheme. Which was especially stupid because Munson didn’t even like him. Steve should know, Munson had already rejected him years ago. Eddie just wanted to keep his head down until his contract ran out so he could get back to writing with Corroded Coffin instead of doing this idol shit. He wasn't counting on getting outed and having to do damage control... by pretending to date someone who he maybe sorta had (has?) a huge crush on. OR: Steve pretends that if he keeps calling Eddie by his last name then he won’t develop any feelings to go with that crush he'd been trying to forget about. Meanwhile, Eddie is trying to figure out what went wrong years ago and if this time could be different.
different places (different fate?) | 2.1k 1/? | aka role reversal au
part 1, part 2, #steddie role reversal au Dustin swung around, suddenly interested. He asked Eddie to tell him the message or something, his voice faded out of Eddie’s perception, he wasn’t listening. Instead he watched the TV screen with shock. His jaw dropped as he read the alert across the bottom of the screen “Body found, investigations ongoing.” The news crew was outside Harrington’s house. 
multi-chapter fics
a heart's a heavy burden | 8.9k 4/6 (will be back to this after hallmark au is done) #hmc!steddie
Steve Harrington was born an only child to boring parents who both were only children and whose parents were only children and so on. They were perfectly content with a boring life; they were well to do and kept a hat shop in the prosperous part of Hawkins. Steve decided early on that it might not be the most glamorous option, but that he would make it work. And so, Steve worked hard and he listened. By listening to the stories of the land, he soon realized how little chance he had of an interesting future. However, destiny is a funny thing, and in the land of fantasy, Steve soon finds himself on an adventure with his friend Dustin, a strange wizard named Eddie, a fire that loves waffles, and a magical castle after a curse lands Steve with knobby knees and more wrinkles than he can count. aka a howl’s moving castle au
it's christmas eve again | 38k. 13/13 | a hallmark au with a twist
Eddie didn’t know why he was sharing this, he usually never shared this much about himself. But something about how this man’s eyes twinkled seemed to almost compel him. “Holidays you know? And I’m looking forward to seeing my Uncle, but so much has changed… and I got a dumb blind date to go to before I head home.” The man raised fluffy white eyebrows in reply. “Maybe it will be a good one? You never know, a date on Christmas Eve? Could be magical.” A laugh slipped past Eddie’s lips. “Magical? With a guy named Steven? I don’t think so, sorry. I really doubt it, he evidently used to babysit my Uncle’s fiancee’s kid. I mean I like the kid alright. But his old babysitter? I don’t think so.” The plane jerked to a halt and people started moving towards their carry-on bags. “Well, never laugh at fate, my boy, it might just laugh back.” or: fate very much laughs at one Eddie Munson and he finds himself searching for some holiday magic. or: Santa was trying to set him up with Steve fucking Harrington.
no longer theoretical | 5.7k 2/2
“Totally and utterly.” Robin paused before her attention flitted across the store to a tape, probably something for them to watch on their morning shift. Steve swallowed, this was his chance. He had been working up to this for weeks, months even. But something the other day finally pushed his passive musing up to action. “Hey, Robin?” She paused on her journey across the store before turning back to look at Steve. “Yeah?” “What if…” Steve paused and closed his eyes. He swallowed and looked back up at Robin before quietly continuing. “What if I do know what I want?” aka: steve comes out to robin
oneshots
rushing home to you | 1.5k | There were many things Eddie could put up with while dealing with a huge crush on Steve. But Steve standing in their entryway slinging on a jacket over another one of his stupid polos and asking him if he wanted to go watch a romcom with him was not one of those things. 
java chip frappes are always the answer | 1.5k | Sleep deprived and on a desperate mission for caffeine, Eddie stumbles upon the perfect coffee shop. And maybe more?
words wrapped around my arm (shaped like a fucking worm?!) | 1.3k | Steve had unfortunately spent a lot of time thinking about worms. They were fine, good for the soil or whatever. He really didn’t care about worms, but evidently his soulmate fucking did. Would you still love me if I were a worm? It was fucking scrawled across his bicep, wrapping around his arm and holding on tight. Like who the fuck said that to someone they had only just met?!
comin' up for air, breathin' in | 7.4k | Eddie Munson loved music. He loved playing it, he loved listening to it, and he even loved writing about it. Which explained, of course, how he ended up on the fucking soccer beat of the Indianapolis newspaper. Not music, not theater or the arts, not even a sport he at least cared about like hockey. Nope, fucking soccer. Nothing ever happened in the soccer scene of Indianapolis. Well, nothing interesting used to happen. But that all changed when Nancy Wheeler inherited the Mastodons, named after the Indiana state fossil for some ungodly reason. When she inherited the Mastodons and hired Steve Harrington as the head coach.
i couldn't see (you were always right beside me) | 13.5k | Steve hated his neighbor. And then Dustin and the other kiddos left for college and Steve signed up for some online game called World of Warcraft. Which was how Steve met a Night Elf druid named Greyhawk.
lost in the middle of you | 4.3k | Eddie closed his eyes and leaned against the railing in front of him, sun warm on his face. A breeze was coming across the water, gulls crying overhead. A warmth bloomed across his back as Steve dropped across his shoulders, heavy and warm, the perfect combination. Eddie woke up alone. No Steve Harrington. He rolled over, not quite awake, and reached for the other side of the bed. Cold. Steve would have woken him up so that meant… oh.
the icarus to your certainty (oh, my sunlight) | 2.1k | eddie helps steve put together a dnd character sheet for an upcoming game and faces a crisis when steve breaks out his glasses
in our bedroom after the war | 2.4k | eddie is having nightmares and can’t sleep, steve offers to be his lookout.
hey, babe, your hair's alright (hey, babe, let's stay in tonight) | 3.9k | Eddie discovered one downside to graduating is that he doesn't have access to the school to play dnd in anymore. Steve, on the other hand, discovered that he has a huge weakness in the form of Eddie Munson's puppy dog eyes. Steve finally broke down and offered to let him run sessions out of his house and Eddie stuck around afterwards. Eddie paused midstep, “I mean, I was just going to go home and collapse on my couch? What were you up to for the rest of the day, Harrington?” “Probably just going to collapse on my couch actually.” Steve replied with a smile. “But it’s big enough for the both of us and I was going to maybe put a movie on if you are interested? Maybe order pizza later?”
5+1's (series on ao3)
hot patootie bless my soul | 2.7k | 5 times everyone thought steve was just really supportive +1 time they realize he is just a pining and idiotic bisexual
dnd is gay (but so am i so this tracks) | 4.5k | 5 times that eddie introduces harry stevon to the party as a dnd npc +1 time steve meets him (aka eddie accidentally makes a npc based off of one steve harrington)
i'll stop the world (and melt with you) | 2.5k | 5 times that steve falls asleep on eddie +1 time eddie takes a nap on steve
i'm your man (don't you know that?) | 3.7k | 5 times that steve and eddie go on a date +1 time that eddie realizes that they are dating
almost, nearly, finally | 2.5k | 5 times steve and eddie almost kiss +1 time they finally do
and the reason comes on the common tongue of your loving me | 4k | E | 5 times steve finds it incredibly hot that eddie knows what he's doing +1 time when they figure it out together
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dearly-somber · 4 months
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I'm really loving these wolf shifter!JK stories! They're so fluffy and sweet. There are just not enough wolf!JK fics, so I'm really happy you have an ongoing one. I hope we get some romantic movement soon. I'm ready for it! Some flirting or a quick kiss. Just something to acknowledge that one of them has romantic feelings for the other.
AHHH thank you so much, for reading and for taking the time to send in an ask, it means a lot <33
And fear not! The slow-burn is slowly but surely going to come to a head in the next installment, I just haven’t found the motivation to continue writing it because it’s going to be quite long (I’m estimating around 5k~ or more), however it’s going to be a turning point for the Sharp Teeth couple I’m excited to share with you all!!
Thank you again for reading, I hope you continue to enjoy future installments <3
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bottomhaztoplou · 11 months
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Tabby's Writing Game!
Hey, friends and friends-to-be! I'm Tabby, but you might know me better as DaddyAlphaLouisBabyOmegaHarry.
I've hardly ever done any writing games, mostly because I'm super forgetful, but I brainstormed a bit and came up with a whole month's worth of daily writing games.
Some of them you might know already, such as Snippet Sunday, Teaser Tuesday or Last Line, but most of them I've come up with myself (at least to my knowledge). If you feel like joining me, please do! I'd love to see your works, too! That said, don't feel pressured to participate every day.
Here's a schedule for you, if you'd like to participate by queueing things up in advance :)
Monday, May 1st: Melancholy Monday (share an angsty snippet!) Tuesday, May 2nd: Teaser Tuesday (share something from an upcoming chapter in your WIP or a snippet of a work you'll post soon!) Wednesday, May 3rd: Whatever-You-Want Wednesday (self-explanatory!) Thursday, May 4th: Three-Line Thursday (share three lines of any one work, consecutive or not!) Friday, May 5th: Freaky Friday (share a smutty snippet!) Saturday, May 6th: Snuggly Saturday (fluffy snippet time! bonus points for actual snuggles!)
Sunday, May 7th: Snippet Sunday (share a bit of your current WIP!) Monday, May 8th: Misfit Monday (share a snippet involving a misfit character!) Tuesday, May 9th: Title-Drop Tuesday (you finally figured out what to title that fic! share it with us!) Wednesday, May 10th: Whump Wednesday (share some character-based angst!) Thursday, May 11th: Talk-Less Thursday (share a snippet with no dialogue!) Friday, May 12th: Finale Friday (share a snippet of the final scene or chapter of a work!) Saturday, May 13th: Sexy Saturday (share some sexy content, but NOT smut!)
Sunday, May 14th: Scary Sunday (from full-on horror to a simple jumpscare, post a character getting startled!) Monday, May 15th: Masturbation/Mutual Masturbation Monday (post a character giving themselves some love, or two or more characters enjoying their bodies together!) Tuesday, May 16th: Tummy Appreciation Tuesday (we love a tummy 'round here!) Wednesday, May 17th: WIP Wednesday (share something from your newest WIP!) Thursday, May 18th: Travel Thursday (share a snippet involving travelling!) Friday, May 19th: Fluff Friday (self-explanatory :D) Saturday, May 20th: Silly Saturday (post some characters being silly or them being caught in a silly situation!)
Sunday, May 21st: Sickfic Sunday (is your character sick? this is a perfect opportunity to share some hurt/comfort! Monday, May 22nd: Mixtape Monday (share a fic playlist you've made!) Tuesday, May 23rd: Trolley Tuesday (what would your characters in a fic, WIP or not, have in their shopping cart at the grocery store) Wednesday, May 24th: Word Goal Wednesday (what's your word count goal for a fic you're working on right now?) Thursday, May 25th: Time Warp Thursday (share a snippet of a fic set in the past or the future!) Friday, May 26th: Fic Fest Friday (share a bit of an upcoming fic for a fest!) Saturday, May 27th: Super Saturday (superheroes? supernatural creatures? super-adorable characters? you decide!)
Sunday, May 28th: Soft Sunday (post something extra soft and sweet!) Monday, May 29th: Last Line (what's the last line you wrote?) Tuesday: May 30th: 777 (start on the seventh line of the seventh page of one of your WIPs and post the next seven consecutive lines with no context) Wednesday, May 31st: WIP Title Exposure (post all the titles of your current WIPs without context, no matter how vague!)
I hope you'll join me! :D
I'm not going to tag anyone, because I don't want to bother all my friends, but if you see this, consider yourself tagged!
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samplingmoonsters · 2 years
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I have been reading some dnb fics too, some recently updated and all, while it makes me really sad that some stories are being discontinued, and a lot of my favorites have been erased, I'm also really happy to see new stories still being made and older ones still being continued.
The fact that even through all of this tragedy the community is finding ways to keep blossoming and making content makes me really happy.
I had even debated abandoning my writing because of this myself, but I have realized, after seeing people still in my notes and on my ao3 liking what I make even through it all, that my writing is the way I keep his memory alive.
It's what makes me and others happy and it's my way of furthering his legacy, so I won't be giving up my writing any time soon.
I'm glad to see that the fluffy dnb fics have been bringing you some joy as well :) Thank you for being such a positive figure on this community 💖 -Prophecy Anon
Hello prophecy!!! 💚❤️
It's super reassuring to hear that you haven't given up on writing. I also believe that's a way for us as a community to keep his legacy alive. I have been thinking a lot and I came to the conclusion that I also want to create content for the fandom in the future. Talking to all my followers the last few days showed me they want us to continue growing as a fandom and it made me realize how much I love this community and the ship.
The ship gave me so much comfort over the years and I don't feel ready yet to let it go completely.
I plan to continue my fanfictions too. It will take some time for me tho since the two fanfics that are still wip are both nsfw and I really don't feel comfortable to create anything lewd yet. But i hope I will be able to give both Stories the rightful closure they deserve.
I'm looking forward to all the things we will create together in the future! Thanks for being here with me! Love u lots! 💚
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greythroat · 2 years
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I was enabled so I'm posting some of my fave fic ideas I've come up with, all of these are Arknights (none of them are written except for Boy Meets Evil and I don't really plan to anytime soon so feel free to steal the other ones, I'd love to see what you do)
traincars (rosmiya)
Normal(ish) Terrans AU. War breaks out and Rosmiya ends up on a train fleeing away. Rosmiya typical bleak softness
school for good and evil au
Ever Amiya (may or may not be in the wrong school), Never Mephisto, enemies to friends but still destined to fight to the death, background Talina, feat. Tal breaking the curse on Evil and winning her story a year prior and Meph being her fanboy
surtr backstory
Surtr has less story than white bread but her files have some good imagery so why not expand on that? Kind of Surtr/all, feat. Ling, Pallas, Dusk and maybe others
badlands (utah au)
photographer mephisto working as a unit with journalist talulah meets painter ami. exposure and vulnerability despite distance. also it's winter. now i need to decide how dark this is gonna be bc there's a lot of cliffs to fall off of in utah
mephifaust aespa au (not rpf)
Very loosely inspired by Aespa lore. Very, very loosely. Criminal overlord x the soldier sent to kill him feat. identity issues (in this AU, ae is an alter ego everyone has based off of people’s impressions of you) and also Talulah appears briefly because I'm a loser and Meph is willingly supplanting his own personality with her ae. Anyway, Aespa was awesome at Coachella.
circus au
Everyone in Reunion except Talulah is a ghost and they work in this circus and Amiya goes there
alina and mephisto afterlife fic
deersapointment.jpg. Bad communication coupled with crushing grief and pain. Talulah's not here for once but she might as well be. This should be a fluffy wholesome concept but I had to. They don't hate each other or anything they just have a lot to talk about.
grave marker
Mandrake backstory concept. Separated from her abusive relationship by getting buried alive, survives by stealing from the graveyard she ends up in, hones her Arts, gets stalked by Leader, falls in love hate ???, me typical seething and tortured vibes
rosmiya future fic feat. meph and doc being questionable influences
A possible future (I say possible bc the ending could be way more sad) for EML where everyone is relatively stable. RI found the cure, Rosmiya is living a normal life with their adopted child, Doc and Meph who are both still at RI distributing the cure stop by (”you come into my home and live off my kindness AGAIN??”)
a hunter in scarlet
I don’t like how other people treat Red so I thought it’d be nice to write about her. Feat. Kal, Amiya, Suzuran, and the other Lupos.
flamew edge
This writes itself
a bunch of high school au ideas
I have a lot of ideas banging around for this AU that only make sense to me but I’ve been thinking a lot about writing a reincarnation AU of the AU. The kind of reincarnation AU where they don’t know from the start bc the angst and drama potential is fantastic. When your main concern was not killing your annoying AP Research partner but now it's LITERALLY not killing them
talulah + mephisto relationship study
Name stuff but more importantly villains who are found family. No I am not normal.
boy meets evil
Also a relationship study of Talulah and Mephisto but (even) more self indulgent. So Meph and Faust never meet and Koschei is a little more insidious with possessing Tal, so the curse is a bit more metaphorical and Tal stays herself. Multiple endings, tragedy, much toxicity and desperation
the sun that touches us
Same universe as above but there's no drama in this one. While Tal and Meph go through hell Faust is living his best life honestly. He and Firewatch are friends who run a Rhodes safehouse together. Place your bets on who is more weird and paranoid
as if it's your last
Meteorite and W high school AU. Crack pairing but feels interesting.
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chyrstis · 4 years
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OTP Questions Meme
Tagged by @faithchel​​​​ and @shelliechen​​​​! You’re both awesome, and thank you! I’d also like to apologize for taking an eternity to think this over and fill it out, because that probably means I overthought every last question that popped up. XD The worst part is that I’m probably going to come back to this list later for a few other pairs, but that’s neither here nor there.
Tagging: @sharky-broshaw​​​ (I kind of want to subtly peer-pressure you into doing this for Audrey/Troy, by the way) @amistrio​​ @shallow-gravy​ @ma-sulevin​​​​ @geronimo-11​ @guileandgall​​​​ @teamhawkeye​​​ @jackalopestride​​​ @honesthearts​​ ​ @risenlucifer​​​ @fromathelastoveritaserum​​​ @raisinghellinotherworlds​​​ and @naromoreau​​ ! But no obligation’s ever intended (and since this is a long one, doubly so this time around), and anyone else that’s interested you can totally snag this as a free tag. <3
It’s always tough to figure out which ship to focus on, but I’m going to have to focus on Hana/Sharky here. :D
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Art by the lovely @nihildep​!
DISAGREEMENTS
Who is more likely to raise their voice? Sharky’s naturally a loud talker, but it’s more likely to be Hana here.
Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Neither. Sharky’s got a person that actually seems to actively want him around, and Hana’s got someone determined to have her back no matter what, and for either of these two, they’d never try to threaten that. Even if annoyances ever reached a peak, Hana would head off to cool her head, and Sharky would do the same – while probably setting off a controlled fire if he's able to get away with it.
Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Neither!
Who trashes the house? They’re both accidental house trashers, with Sharky’s tendency to call her over to show off something cool really a 50/50 shot that disaster’s about to strike.
Do either of them get physical? Absolutely not. There’s a playful swat to the shoulder at times, and Hana’ll poke a finger in his chest, but never to harm.
How often do they argue/disagree? It’s pretty uncommon, with most spats having to do with concern over being separated (this is a pretty big sticking point with Sharky), and the dangers of the cult. Then it’s minor stuff that’s almost petty, like practical safety, needing a fire extinguisher whenever fire’s involved, and someone deciding not to wear a seatbelt.
Who is the first to apologize? Sharky. It’s a knee-jerk reflex for him, unfortunately, and Hana works like hell to make sure he doesn’t try to shoulder that responsibility every time.
(additional questions under the cut, but the sexy(?) ones are first if anyone wants to dodge them)
SEX
Who is on top? Neither are very picky, so while Hana may end up on top, they switch pretty frequently, and she loves having him up and over her too.
Who is on the bottom? See above!
Who has the strangest desires? I honestly want to say they’re both pretty run of the mill here, but aside from a particular *coughs* item of Sharky’s that’s about it.
Any kinks? Nothing too out there, really. And that’s the extent of detail I feel like going into at this moment. XD
Who’s dominant in bed? Sharky’s all too glad to let Hana have the reins if she wants them.
Is head ever in the equation? Absolutely.
If so, who is better at performing it? *waggles eyebrows* Let’s just say that Hana’s happy Sharky’s comments proved to be pretty legit. And the fact that he’s all too eager and glad to doesn’t hurt one bit.
Ever had sex in public? Not intentionally...? Sneaking around the bunker’s the worst they get up to, along with trying to see how discrete they can be in a tent. The answer? Not very. And there might’ve been a time up at Moonflower where a night spent watching the stars got a little friskier than intended. Neither complained much, though.
Who moans the most? Both, because they’re awful.
Who leaves the most marks? Sharky’ll leave plenty without thinking twice about it.
Who is the more experienced of the two? They’re fairly equal, but Hana might edge him out here by a sliver.
Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? Make love. They’re total saps, so no matter what there’ll always be a soft edge to any fucking taking place.
Rough or soft? Mostly soft, but sometimes quick and rough’s just what the doctor ordered.
How long do they usually last? It comes down to how long they have, where they’re at, and how desperate they’re feeling, so it’ll vary plenty. But when they want it to last, they try their hardest to.
Is protection used? Hana’s got an implant to cover their bases, but they try to use condoms whenever they can find them.
Does it ever get boring? No, Sharky’s up for anything as long as she’s happy, and Hana’s determined to make him feel good in as many ways as humanly possible, so it’s on.
Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? I actually thought for a long time it would be the damn boathouse at John’s ranch, because the singing bass being there amused me too much not to (and that’s entirely where the boathouse idea for I won’t ask for much came from), but they may just surprise me yet. 
FAMILY
Do they plan on having children/or have children? Hana was on the fence about it for a while, worrying if she would even be a good influence to any kid she’d have (and always felt guilty that she gave her mother too much hell). But she grew more comfortable with the idea once she volunteered to babysit Carmina a couple of times, and after she and Sharky discussed it properly, making sure that nervous as they were, it was something they were actually on board with.
Sharky was much warmer to it at the start, but never knew if it’d be in the cards for him, and didn’t give it much thought until he caught Hana being adorable with Carmina too. But it stuck with him for a while until they sat down to talk it out.
If so, how many children do they want/have? They end up with a little girl that loves working in the explosives lab with her dad, named Gabby. Xena was their first pick, but Hana talked Sharky into going with Gabrielle instead, b/c she’s also a badass, and Xena Boshaw/Voy’s a little over the top. I’m actually thinking they might have a little boy as well, which was a bit of an epiphany the other night, but we’ll see where that leads!
(there’s also one another theoretical kid, but that involves Sir-Not-Appearing-In-This-Questionnaire, and maybe if I’m feeling ambitious later on, I’ll tackle this again for the three of them)
AFFECTION
Who likes to cuddle? Both! They’re constantly on the verge of cuddling before making it official, so the minute it happens, it’s an absolute free-for-all, taking all the comfort they can from having the other wrapped around them.
Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? Sharky.
Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? Sharky.
How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? It takes a lot for either to want to move, but Hana’s probably the first to say uncle, because after a while it’s like spooning an oven.
Who gives the most kisses? This might be pretty even as well, but Sharky loves giving her a small peck (and a bigger one if he can get away with it) whenever he’s coming and going, and it’s no surprise to Hana at all to be 100% focused on working only to have Sharky stop by and press a kiss to her hair.
What is their favourite non-sexual activity? Talking, and curling up for a movie marathon. They could seriously do that for hours on end, and if they can pull together a bunch for a theme, even better.
Where is their favourite place to cuddle? The room’s Hana’s renting out above the Eagle is likely the safest bet. Other than that, any place that’s able to give them more than five minutes of peace at a time.
How often do they get time to themselves? Not much as events keep on progressing, and things really amp up. But the moments that they can slip away, they always try to make count.
SLEEPING
Who snores? Sharky. Hana might a little from time to time, but it’s not common.
If both do, who snores the loudest? Sharky.
Do they share a bed or sleep separately? They totally share a bed.  They’ll share a sleeping bag, the floor, damn near anything.
If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? While it might not always start off that way at first, they’re magnets, with one or the other curled up close before the night’s out.
What do they wear to bed? Before they’re together, just regular things, but together, it’ll vary wildly depending on safety level. If they had their way, nothing much at all.
Are either of them insomniacs? Once things kick off, Hana’s sleeping patterns come dangerously close to this, keeping her up later and later as time goes on. With Sharky close however, it’s easier to relax and ease off of the thoughts that keep her up and they’ll often try to talk as much as possible, easing any nerves he’s feeling too. If he notices her shifting around and struggling to nod off, he’ll hold her close and rub her back, her shoulders, anything until he’s sure she’s managed to fall asleep. And even if she isn’t, he’ll try to stay awake with her as long as possible.
Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? Nope! Hana would probably consider taking them if she had a prescription, though. Or if she could find any, but medicine’s pretty damn scarce.
Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Someone’s getting wrapped up in the other, guaranteed.
Who wakes up with bed hair? Hana wins this, because she’s got more for one, and it’s infamously messy upon waking if she doesn’t tie it back.
Who wakes up first? It’s a toss up, but usually Hana, and it’ll be to check the radio or go over the maps she’s set on marking up.  
Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? ‘Breakfast’ is oftentimes a pack of jerky or a snack bar, but Hana will try to surprise Sharky with them as soon as he’s awake, while he’ll try to hunt her down some coffee.
What is their favourite sleeping position? They’ll curl up next to each other, only to become a tangle as the night goes on. Or until someone’s got an arm or leg that’s fallen asleep.
Do they set an alarm each night? If they have a clock nearby, Hana will try and set one, and tries to limit smacking the snooze button to once or twice.
Can a television be found in their bedroom? In the bunker when they’re able to borrow one, they do. There’s nothing like being able to kick back with a movie, only to either fall asleep or get a little frisky during it.
Who has nightmares? Hana. They’re not persistent, but there’s a period of time where she’s unable to sleep through the night only to have that waiting for her.  
Who has ridiculous dreams? Both, but Sharky wins this one.
Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Both, but Sharky’s actually pushed her out of bed while resting before, and much as she’s teased him about it, he did warn her.  
Who makes the bed? …Neither.
What time is bed time? Anytime they’re too dead on their feet to do anything else.
Any routines/rituals before bed? Nothing fancy, though if they have access to a shower, they’ll definitely try and use that to unwind.
Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Hana, because leaving a warm cozy bed, with an even warmer, cozier person in it’s not easy at all.
WORK
Who is the busiest? Hana.
Who rakes in the highest income? Hana.
Are any of them unemployed? Sharky’s got spells where he is, but tries to find work when he can and when people will take him.
Who takes the most sick days? Sharky doesn’t get sick days with most of the jobs he takes, and Hana tries not to use hers a bunch, so that would probably go to her by default?
Who is more likely to turn up late to work? Sharky, probably due to accidentally sleeping through any alarm he’d set.
Who sucks up to their boss? …Hana. Not that she’s trying, but she really doesn’t want to make a bad impression on Whitehorse, and the moment he tells her to relax and ease off a little because she’s doing fine, she’s more than a little mortified.
What are their jobs? Junior Deputy and unofficially Local Pyro/Fire Enthusiast.
Who stresses the most? They both downplay the things that are stressing them, Sharky more so than her which isn’t great, but I think Hana’s more overt about it.  
Do they enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? Sharky’s pretty enthusiastic about what he loves, and Hana’s happy enough to see what it’s like in her mother’s shoes, but it’s a lot to live up to, and she’s trying.
Are they financially stable? What with their current situation being as it is, they’re doing pretty okay for themselves.
HOME
Who does the washing? It’s a switch off! Though Hana takes point, and wonders how the hell Sharky always seems to run out of underwear so fast.
Who takes out the trash? They do it pretty regularly, but only after drawing straws for it.
Who does the ironing? *laughs* Hana hasn’t seen an iron since her last hotel stay, and any iron Sharky has has likely been repurposed for any of a number of his extracurricular activities.
Who does the cooking? They switch off even though they’re both pretty rowdy in the kitchen, but Sharky’s actually pretty good at cooking over fires, and she’s decent enough at reading the instructions on stuff before nuking them in the microwave, so it’s not a total disaster.
Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? Sharky, Sharky, Sharky. Hana’s had some fun times with unattended cigarettes too, but she’s trying to do better, darn it.
Who is messier? It’s close, but Sharky.
Who leaves the toilet roll empty? Sharky. (Hana: :-/)
Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Both of them are equally guilty.
Who forgets to flush the toilet? Let’s be real, Sharky would, but it’s a work in progress.
Who is the prankster around the house? Sharky gets the edge up on her, but Hana’s also a decent contender here.
Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? Hana. She’ll feel for every pocket, thinking it’s the right one only to realize she’d left them in the very spot she swore she’d never forget. One time Sharky did have them, however, and sticking her hand in his pocket to check while he was teasing her about losing them shut him up pretty quickly.
Who mows the lawn? Honestly, neither. But if he did, she’d get in more than a little watching during it.
Who answers the telephone? Hana.
Who does the vacuuming? Either if they remember to do it.
Who does the groceries? It would’ve been Hana, mostly because while she could eat her weight in pizza, snack cakes, and burgers, it’d probably send her straight to an early grave if she wasn’t careful.
Who takes the longest to shower? Hana, and if she gets a hold of him, they’ll stay in there until the hot water runs out, easy.
MISCELLANEOUS
Is money a problem? No, not with the direction things end up heading.
How many cars do they own? Ideally Hana would have a motorcycle (she sold hers to help make the move easier), and possibly a car to go with that. Sharky would also have a very ancient and beat up sedan, but the poor thing didn’t survive the cult’s nonsense. Hell, it barely survived him.
Do they own their home or do they rent? I’m not sure if Sharky officially owns his house or just rents from Adelaide, but once they’re able to head out of the bunker, it’s all free real estate. Hana had an apartment, but that went up pretty quickly once things went south.
Do they live in the city or in the country? Country. Hana misses the city, but the change was sorely needed.
Do they enjoy their surroundings? Sharky’s lived there his whole life, and likes it well enough. Hana’s trying to get used to the quiet, and the smaller numbers of people she runs into, but it’s a needed change. The city was getting to her for a while, and having time and space to think and breathe was the way to go even if she did do it on impulse.
What’s their song? There’s definitely more than a few! And this isn’t all of them either.
The Trammps - Disco Inferno (I can’t not include this) Journey - Any Way You Want It Queens of the Stone Age - Make It Wit Chu Queen - Don’t Stop Me Now
What do they do when they’re away from each other? Miss the other terribly. Hana checks calls to see where there’s an area that might need her, and tries to stay busy just so her brain won’t go into overdrive. Sharky talks to Hurk and Adelaide (and Nick over at 8-bit), sneaks back up to Moonflower every now and then, tinkers with his flamethrower, and makes a boatload of explosives. There might be more than a little joyriding involved, but that’s entirely to go on a…testing run. He’s got to see if what he’s making actually works, right?
Where did they first meet? Right at Moonflower when Hana charged on in only to wonder what on earth this guy was doing, lighting everything in sight on fire with a smile a mile wide.
Who spends the most money when out shopping? Sharky, probably would’ve. Mostly because he’ll impulse shop like no one’s business, and grabs beer, handfuls of chips, jerky, lighter fluid, matches, etc.
Who’s more likely to flash their assets? Sharky. Mostly on accident because he’ll strip down at a second’s notice. Not that she’s complaining.
Who finds it amusing when the other trips over themselves? Hana loves the moments when he gets tongue-tied, and he gets an equal shot in whenever he aims a compliment at her. Now, Hana’s a bit more danger-prone in terms of actual mishaps (she’s fallen out of a window, almost driven off of a cliff, sprinted down a ravine, etc), but once it’s determined that everything’s fine, they both get in a solid laugh.
Any mental issues? Anxiety, depression, varying levels of ADHD, and a few others I haven’t nailed down directly.
Who’s terrified of bugs? Hana’s a bit, but it all comes down to which kind.
Who kills the spiders around the house? Hana would prefer Sharky did at times, but he’s got...’methods’ of doing so that might not be the best. Hairspray and a lighter, included.
Their favourite place? Watching the stars up at Moonflower, and the room above the Spread Eagle.
Who pays the bills? Hana’s got a more stable income, so she would’ve front-loaded it, and also remembered the deadlines, but Sharky would pony up the cash as soon as he has it.
Do they have any fears for their future? They both mainly live in the present, but much as she’d like to deny it, Hana’s terrified of Joseph being right. Of the end, of being wrong and being the one to doom them.
Sharky’s main fear that he tries to keep buried deep is being abandoned. Of losing his family and Hana during any point of this, and being the only one left on keep on going.
Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Define fancy. Because Sharky’s ambushed her on the road with a bottle of home-brewed liquor, three packs of jerky, and a couple of snack cakes before, and Hana hardly gave him a chance to say something before she’d tackled him and kissed him all over.
But in all seriousness, Sharky would attempt it, and pair it with a movie he’s 99% sure she’s already seen and would be fine with watching again for the fiftieth time, and she’d love every second of it.
Who’s the tallest? Sharky.
Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? A little of H, and a little of S. They both love taking the chance when it’s possible. Even if Sharky’s shower has no business having two people in it.
Who wanders around in their underwear? Both, the only difference is that Hana tends to limit that to the times where it’s just the two of them one-on-one. Sharky’s nowhere near as restrained or self-conscious.
Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? Sharky beats her out by a sliver, but it’s always a joint effort, and Hana loves it.
What do they tease each other about? Anything’s really fair game between them since it never gets mean. He loves ragging on her about her cold hands (and holding them) and her driving. She loves poking at him about his need to boogie (and waits a solid minute before trying to join in), and how he can’t whisper to save his life. But the one time he joked about revoking her ‘Brian’ card due to drifting them straight into a ditch, she was not having. :’)
Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? Hana, though it’s mostly to get him wearing anything other than his hoodie of choice some days. 1) it needs to be washed, and 2) it’ll fall apart at the rate he wearing it (and the things he’s dodging)
Who crushed first? Sharky. It took him very little time, but was one of those ‘Man, I think you’re neat, but we’re friends, and I’m not into you unless you’d be cool with me being into you. But...would you totally be cool with me being into you, because I’d love if it if you were’ type moments, and this was just his internal narrative for a long while.. He also strikes me as the kind of person that easily gets friend-crushes, so the flirting’s easy enough to downplay until someone actually shows interest and he fumbles through it even harder. Hurk’s also cornered him more than once on this subject and given him the talk, but not a single one’s been successful.
Hana is equally guilty of friend crushes, except she’s more than willing to cram herself into the denial corner for as long as possible, which leads to this simmering for an absurd amount of time.
Any alcohol or substance related problems? They both drink, Sharky more than her by far, but it’s still within semi-reasonable levels.
Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Both of them together. It’s a joint effort, because no good round of karaoke’s possible without it!
Who swears the most? Sharky. It’s just flows right out of him without even trying.
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