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testingcheats0n · 3 years

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Massive Dream SMP Fic Rec!!

Hey- Hi, I just feel like there are a ton of fanfiction that's really underrated in this fandom- so I'm going to dump it on your dash!!! Most of it is going to be Tommy-centric or SBI-centric, but they are very good!

Source: Me

Finished Fanfics:

Multi-chaptered Fanfics:

that's, like, a hundred miles by No_one_you_know

Dream would kill him. Dream was going to kill him- he was going to- no, he wouldn’t. Dream was his friend- friends don’t hit each other- Dream was supposed to take care of him- Dream /was/ taking care of him.

It hurt to breathe. It hurt to think. He couldn’t clear his thoughts as he stumbled to the family computer, pulling up a tab on google and frantically typing the name into the search bar.

The words Technoblade Watson stared back at him, the little black bar at the end of the letters blinking slowly, mocking him.

Why, of all people, did it have to be Technoblade?

in short: the one where dream sucks as a parental figure, tommy runs away, and visits his least favorite family member technoblade

Hard-hitting, but has a happy ending, though I recommend reading the prequel (in the same series) first, otherwise, it's lowkey depressing.

MORE RECOMMENDATIONS BELOW THE CUT!!

you’ll rise above (crowned by an overture bold and beyond) by azvremoon

Tommy is not sixteen. He has faced too many open wounds, dripping ichor onto blood-stained warzones, to be just a child. He is Blood and War and needless Death, an all-in-one special of everything that can ruin reality.

(Tommy is the blood god. No one should know, but this server can't stop pushing him over the edge.)

+2 more Works that were Inspired by this one

Tommy is a BAMF and Dream, Technblade, and Phil get fucked it is what it is.

Responsible Forever by SilverWing15

“You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.” /////

“So,” Techoblade says, slow and deliberate, his face shows clearly just how unbelievable he finds all of this, “you saw a boy last night, in the middle of the night, living with raccoons and eating our garbage?”

“I know how insane it sounds,” Phil says, “but I know what I saw. We need to help him, who knows how long he’s been out here?”

“Okay,” Wilbur interrupts, “let’s say that raccoon-boy is real. What is it you want us to do? We can’t go searching the woods for specific bunch of raccoons, I don’t know if you’ve noticed Phil but there are a lot of them out there.”

“Going out and hunting him isn’t going to get us anywhere,” Techno says, “we have to let the raccoon-boy come to us. He’s already come once, you know how tenacious raccoons are. If they came to the garbage pit once, they’ll come again. We just have to set a trap.”

“Those raccoons aren’t gonna know what fucking hit them,” Wilbur mutters.

Or: RaccoonInnit taken well beyond its logical conclusion

Tommyinnit is a Raccoon boi that lives with other Raccoons

Protecting the Traumatised Youth by spookyserpent

Sam blinks. “What?”

Even behind the mask, Sam has the distinct impression that Dream is grinning at him. “A week and he was begging for my attention, even after I stole and burnt his armour, even after the beatings. He couldn’t stand me leaving him because I was the only one to show up, to pay him attention. It was hilarious.”

Sam is going to be sick.

Or, Sam decides to ask Dream about his intentions and ends up becoming a big brother to Tommy and Tubbo. All the while, Dream and George fight, Niki and Jack plan child murder and Ranboo is slowly getting adopted into the SBI.

Awesamdad written back when it was possible... ahhh

Chaos In a Bottle by Lovetribable

After a realization, Tommy leaves the pillar, but instead of going to Techno. He just disappears, leaving everyone to think he's gone.

It takes a war to bring him back.

+2 Sequels and an Alternative Ending

Dadinnit!! + A Sympathetic Dream

Absolutely Anything For Them by Numanum

“There’s a lot you don’t understand, Tubbo,” Dream sighs, meeting his eyes cooly. Tubbo, back against a tree, shudders at his tone, at the look on his face.

The sword at his neck skims across his skin as Dream shifts his grip on it, and he flinches back into the rough bark behind him. Dream smiles at his reaction, seeming pleased- like the cat that’s been toying with a mouse that always tries to run no matter how many times it’s caught. And, despite this being his first encounter alone with the man, he thinks that the comparison is fairly accurate; Tubbo has never felt smaller than he does now. There’s supposed to be a buddy system to prevent things like this- he shouldn’t be alone here, stuck in this situation.

Or: Tubbo becomes a traitor to save everyone and has to struggle with his choices

Traitor Tubbo, but it has the happiest ending possible since it follows the rest of the story.

Where Did You Come From, Kit? by KadeAK (zacixn)

Hybrids are an ancient species of humans crossed with animals, blessed with the favour of nature. They used to live in peace on the SMP’s land, but ever since the dawn of humanity’s modern culture, they have become ostracised and hunted by their once-brethren. Now, the once-thriving subspecies of hybrids have been reduced to ashes, the majority of their peoples struggling to survive in a city capital that can't stand their presence.

To the members of L’Manburg, General Wilbur Soot is just another mildly prejudiced human being, stuck with a hybrid fox kit for an adopted child. However, that assumption could not be farther from the truth. As it turns out, there's a reason why he is the man he is today.

This fic is entirely pre-L’Manburg.

Part of a series, very good.

Take It Easy by sweet_magnolias

Five times Techno scared Michael, one time Michael scared him, and the resolution of those fears.

AKA - Techno learns how to be an uncle.

Technoblade's POV, so expect some Tubbo bashing on the margins of all that Michael fluff.

I suppose it’s never my time to die, is it? by Birb_Whale

The first time it happens, he barely remembers. The second time is when he realized. The third... Twice is a coincidence, three times is a pattern

“It’s not your time to die yet, Tommy”

Messed up, but not unrealistic. Purely for the Hurt/Comfort lovers.

This Wasn't Planned, But It'll Work Out by Anonymous

Dream isn't sure what to think when he finds a kid on his doorstep, but he can't just leave him there, now can he?

(He doesn't know what he's getting into, or what he's gotten the kid into, either)

Long, and angsty, with a bittersweet ending Imo.

let's play a game by Aria_Cinabun

Tommy was once a slave. That's gone now - shoved in his past with the memories of blood and gore and death. He wants to forget who he was; what he has to do to survive. Of course, the Elementalists will always come back to haunt him. They aren't the ones who killed his mother, but they're close enough. And now he and his brother have been dragged into the mess, as Elementalists with their own, separate covens, to find the Pit - the place where he'd lived and killed and hurt for the first twelve years of his life. His coven can't know. Can't know who he really is, what he can really do. Can't know anything about his past. He doesn't want a coven full of Elementalists who don't trust him; one of whom he's pretty sure despises him. He doesn't want that life. He wants the life of a pickpocket, on the streets, because nobody questions street kids, and nobody comes asking about his past and pushes him to tell his secrets that he holds closest inside. Tubbo tries to tell him to trust people. But trust is how you die.

Good fantasy AU, has SBI, and is thus fluffy.

Turn of the Tide by SilverWing15

Tommy’s fins twitch at the mention of Dream’s ancestors. Dream talks about them a lot, how they made their fortune hunting down mer pods, how they were cruel and greedy. Nothing like Dream is. They’ve both overcome their roots he says.

Tommy is nothing like the wild mer out in the ocean, who spend their lives scraping by just to survive, who kicked him out of the pod when he was a baby because he was too small. He’s also better than the pit mer, who can’t overcome their wild instincts and know nothing but fighting.

He’s different from them, he’s better than them. He’s Dream’s. //// OR: Change is like the tide, when it comes, you can only sink or swim. You would think that a mer would be better at keeping afloat.

Mermaid AU Pooog. Part of a series.

One-Shots:

Snapped by AmberRunnel

“You don’t know what I went through in that prison cell.”

Jack burst out laughing, blinded with rage and the overwhelming urge to hurt Tommy, to give him everything he deserved. “Oh, is the poor child traumatized? You want pity now?” He twisted his blade, and Tommy’s axe was sent clattering to the ground.

“If the prison was so awful, why don’t I send you back there?”

-|-

Jack doesn't handle Tommy's revival well. There's a simple solution, though. Kill Tommy, and Dream revives him right back into that cell. Problem solved, kid dealt with.

It takes a few confrontations for Jack to realize he's an asshole.

It's fucked up, but god does it hurt in a good way.

the sky is coming down blue by salinesolution

An imagining of New Milo's perspective throughout the Skyblock Randomizer adventure. What did he think of the world he found himself in, and how did Wilbur's feelings and actions change things for him? Here's my way of answering those questions.

He made the fish think, funniest shit I've seen.

You told me to be a hero (so let me die like one) by spiromachia

"You told me to die like a hero," the blond interrupted, spinning on his heel to face the others, holding his arms wide open, "So why not fulfil the ending that was always meant to be."

Across the battle field, through the chaos and destruction, a tree burned.

Even the sound of explosions and cries and bloodshed felt distant enough for the world to become silent for a few moments, each individual slowly coming to the same conclusion, each of their bodies tensing.

Tommy's face broke out into a grin as he lowered his head, glowering at the people around him, and Philza's face flashed with recognition.

"Kill me."

Or... In the middle of Doomsday, Tommy decides to ask Technoblade to be the Lycomedes to his Theseus.

Heavy and dark, but at least Dream gets it.

tomorrow night by meridies

Tommy is desperately searching for his missing brother. Techno is the reluctant psychic who unfortunately got dragged along.

or, two people, more alike than different, learn what it is to have a family at their side.

It's cute what can I say :]

maple syrup by itisjosh

"We could run," Tubbo stares at the sun. "We've got everything we've ever wanted right here. We could run."

"Yeah," Tommy agrees, feeling his head swim. "We could."

(or, tommy and tubbo run away together)

Children get away from toxic adults :)

Why’d it have to be so sunny? (The sun shouldn’t shine without you.) by AToZRainToBe

‘A realisation hits Phil in the face like a truck. “Wi- Ghostbur,” Phil says, turning to his grey-scale, translucent, actually-dead son. “You definitely told Tubbo that Tommy’s alive, right?”’

To get away from Dream, Tommy agrees to fake his death, going with the cover story that he jumped from the pillar in Logstedshire. Unfortunately, someone forgot to tell Tubbo.

Misunderstandings are one of my favorite tropes.

sugar and ice by princedemeter for Aenqa

“He is my son,” Philza says. “Mortal or not, I would see him grow strong.”

Technoblade looks down on earth, at the tiny, angry bundle of cloth and pinking, wrinkled skin. This mortal child, he thinks, lungs filled with breath from the king of gods himself, will not grow strong.

It's mostly centered around Technoblade and Wilbur with Phil being a shitty dad. Pog Gods AU.

a matter of time by meridies

Tommy is twelve years old when his wings first appear, and he is twelve years old when Phil tells him, "All it takes is time and patience, Tommy, and soon you'll be flying even better than me."

or, Tommy grows up feeling like a failure, and it takes him a while to figure out where he's happiest.

Tommy is just finding his place in the world. Powers AU.

That Time a Baby Decided to Raise a Baby by Scitrust

Tubbo wasn't good at making excuses, so when Schlatt asked him why he was leaving in the night, he made something up on the spot. That had been months ago.

At least he sort of had an alibi for that, now.

Or, in which Tubbo finds a baby in the woods on his way to see Tommy, and promptly adopts it.

Part of a collection!! Read it all.

spider lily by blue000jay

Wilbur has a body.

The freckle on the base of his left pinky finger (shared with Techno). The scar on his chin from when he was twelve and over ambitious, diving into too-shallow water. The scar on his throat from the final control room, and the puckered skin on his shoulder from the poisoned arrow that killed him next. Various other nicks and things that litter his skin from years of rebellion and living wild, a kid thrown into a vicious world with too little self-preservation.

(Resurrection AU, for when/if Wilbur comes back.)

The author knows how it's like to live with chronic pain, and it shows :(

Hands tied loose by rabiddog

"Let's run away, Tubbo." Tommy breathed; a wide grin split across his face as his hope grew. "Let's get out of here – far away. We can go anywhere, can't we? Let's just go, you and me right here, right now."

Tommy needs to leave. He has to get out of L'Manburg, he has to leave the Dream SMP for his own sanity, and he wants Tubbo to come with him.

But Tubbo has a family now, a better life - something that he can't give up... not even for his best friend.

Unhappy ending :(

The serpent underneath by rabiddog

Tommy and Techno sit at the memory-filled bench and talk. Technoblade reminisces, he talks, he admits his pent-up feelings, he cries. And Tommy? Tommy listens. (That's all he can do.)

“I’m sorry for everything, you know? For all of it. I’m so sorry about... about the first war, about the withers and the fighting, about...” Technoblade's fingers began to curl around Tommy’s blonde locks. “About Wilbur and everything after. I'm so, so sorry.”

:((((((((

Damning choices by rabiddog

Ranboo would have never expected to find himself in a horrifying situation such as that one - quite literally sandwiched between a rock and a hard place, with three lives dangling over his head and the answer on the tip of his tongue.

Tubbo, Michael, Tommy.

It's his choice. He chooses who lives, and who dies. His new family, or his first friend. But Ranboo... Ranboo already knows.

"Ranboo," He hissed out, voice cracking and somewhat staticky, "It's not your fault. It's not. You had no other choice; I know that, okay? I- I know that- I know- I know..."

:(((((((((((((((((((((((((((

Jealousy is a disease by rabiddog

Tommyinnit isn't new to the idea of jealousy. He understands it completely. He understands the way it runs rampage through his body each time he catches even a glimpse of Tubbo and Ranboo's new relationship, he understands that the emotion makes his heart clench uncomfortably from time to time. He sees it, feels it, and yet he doesn't care.

He doesn't care at all.

"You took Tubbo away from me. You took him away. You took my best friend, and now he's- now he's not my best friend anymore, and I-!"

Word of Honour by rabiddog

Tommy could only stand and stare as Technoblade agreed to hand him over to Dream - as his brother traded him off like he was nothing. Like Tommy wasn't important.

Technoblade was a man of honour. He was a man of pride and sticking to his word. He knew that he owed Dream a favour, and no matter what that favour might be, he'd be compliant with it. Nothing would change his mind. (Not even Tommy.)

Almost canon. F.

Sweet Repentance by rabiddog

Perhaps Tommy should have told Phil about his arguably life-threatening injury the minute his father had opened the door. But of course, Tommy being Tommy, did not.

Dying seemed like a nice enough option as long as he was with his family.

Tommy just wanted acceptance, forgiveness, and peace. He wanted to close his eyes for the last time and finally be able to let go.

Tommy dies painfully.

A White Tulip by astervoid

He picked the white tulip from the bottom of the stem, standing up carefully as he held it pinched between his fingers. It would die now, inevitably, but Tommy relented and held the flower to his chest. What a silly, stupid thing to ground him. He almost hated that it made his breaths come easier and his steps feel lighter. Almost.

Tommy & Ranbooo chill on the bench.

lying to the authorities (again) by touchgrass

"Please tell me that my right-hand-man, my soon-to-be vice president, one of the people I trust the most on this godforsaken server, did not lie straight to my face and tell me he was twenty-fucking-years-old.”

Tommy opened his mouth to protest, but then closes it shut at the furious look on Wilbur's face. Oops.

It is the day of the elections and Wilbur Soot could not have chosen a worser time to realize that half his staff is underage.

The ONLY fic with this premise I've seen on Ao3.

Dear Theseus by rabiddog

Tommy had thought that they'd won - thought that they'd finally beaten Dream, and that everything would be okay. As it turns out, however, apparently Dream had called in that favour from Technoblade after all.

“Please,” Tommy whispered after a beat, quivering hands edged upwards to hesitantly press against the tip of the sword striking through his chest. Why, why, why? Why him? Why now?

Tommy almost wins.

A Shifting World by AplusIsRoman

How was Wilbur supposed to know it would end like this?

The smoke hung in the air and soot clung to his skin. His brother - adopted, but older by two minutes - stood back-to-back with him. The chilling cries of people and the calls of the withers rang through the air above the chasm that was once his home.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

How could he have known this would happen?

Sequel to A Child's World

Age-swap AU. Has a prequel.

heart of the sea by RyDyKG

Here is the secret that he barely thinks about, a secret that he shoves deep and far down in himself:

Wilbur Soot is a siren, and he’s not exactly proud of that fact.

Wilbur-centric. Urban Fantasy AU.

He knows, ok? by Ralli

By some means, Techno has given his raccoon younger brother some cotton candy. It doesn’t end as well as either of them would like.

Very, very cute :)

that's it, it's split (it won't recover) by Jk_Kat

Tommy has always been the fighter.

He has never been the fought for, and he knows it, with every whisper Tubbo directs at Ranboo, with every glance thrown his way- Tommy knows, the way he wishes he didn't, that they think he's dead.

If they're so convinced he's still dead, maybe the one good thing left he can do for them is die.

---

Or, Tommy gets addicted to being dead and thinks that nobody cares about him. The people who very much do try to pull him back from the brink before Dream can't resurrect him anymore.

Messed up, but with a happy ending.

Hugs 'n PTSD by rabiddog

Ranboo knew from the start that the recovery process would be hard - that moving on from quite literally being beat to death would be something hugely difficult to step away from, and that's if Tommy could even manage it at all.

He knew that it would be stressful and arduous, demanding and tough... he just hadn't expected to be holding Tommy through a PTSD-induced panic attack only days after his release from Pandora's Vault.

Ranboo isn't typically an overbearingly protective person. But for Tommy? He just might be.

I love this author if you can't tell.

Big Men don't cry by Shiny22Snivy

The room is small and warm, almost stifling compared to the cool openness of the ravine. It’s cosy and candlelit, and a chest sits open in the corner, full of what looks to be burnt rags of a former smart suit. And sitting in rumpled blankets on a bed, cradling a mug of something steaming, sits Tubbo.

At first, Tommy forgets all about Niki’s vague warning. He’s just so happy to see his best friend again, alive and well and all in one piece. Tubbo’s okay. Tubbo’s okay, and in front of him, and suddenly everything bad in the world is gone, if only for just a moment.

“Tommy?”

And then Tubbo turns to look at him.

Clingyduo fluff.

sins of the father (i broke all my bones that day i found you) by ryter

The thing that hurt Wilbur most was when he saw Fundy tear down the walls of L'Manburg. After all, those walls had gone up to protect his son. But in this world, Fundy trusts his father just a little bit more, and it ruins him.

Or: there's only one way Wilbur never becomes the villain. It's unclear whether this was the better path.

SOME VIOLENCE WARNINGS/BLOOD MENTION. CHARACTER DEATH. SO MUCH ANGST.

Sad, but cathartic.

REVIVED TOMMY HEADCANNONS AHAHAHAHA by racooninnit

i’m dropping ALL the fucking revived tommy headcannons on you guys today get ready for some ANGST

this is different from what i usually post but it was fun

i don’t think there’s a lot i need to put warnings for, obviously there are mentions of the way tommy died and the aftermath of that (i.e. injuries and trauma), but if there’s anything that needs a warning please tell me!

What it says on the tin- not really a fic.

Unfinished Stories:

Ongoing (Less than a month since the last update):

Over the River Styx by CorpseArt

I feel like we should name him.

There’s a scuffle at the back of his mind as he rolls up, curling tight with a shiver despite the heat of the flames licking up his back.

I mean, he’s like – us, but like a worse version clearly because oh man, this is just weirdness. There’s a flare of a tangle of emotions, complicated and fearful, resentful and livid with anger. I can’t believe this is what I’ve been reduced to, stuck in the mind of this- this child.

He’s like your age, Tommy. Are you calling yourself a child?

I mean, I am one so fucking duh. Child murderer.

Or: trauma bonding in the most unconventional of senses.

Just- Read it. Show the writer your support, it's unique, it's amazing and there needs to be more of it.

If history is dead and gone by iregretallmydecisions

“Don’t come any fucking closer,” Tommy shouted, startling Phil into stepping back. Tommy was still looking around wildly, like a trapped animal “Don’t fucking do it.” ---- In which Tommy finds himself faced with his splintered family, while it was still mostly whole. The past is not an easy place to be when the future was not kind. His family is forced to deal with the fall out.

It's better than Rewind, but you didn't hear that from me.

Wilbur Soot's Redemption (OR Ghostbur's Retry) by luckykitty0523

Wilbur had many regrets in his life, being lost in his madness and the urge for revenge drowned leaving a shell of who he once was. It was only in his dying moments that he regained himself but it was already too late for him leaving him drowning in wishes and regrets. However waking up in another different universe where wilbur was never born and family soulmates exist, so when wilbur said he wanted to fix the mistakes he never expected this turn of events.

In one world wilbur dies and he would return as a ghost missing his memory and trying to fix what he did in life but in this one wilbur dies and wakes up in another world where soulmates exist and the wilbur of that world was never born so wilbur/ghostbur takes his place and tries to make up his mistakes to the other version of his friends.

Wilbur adopts SBI + Fundy + Dream.

A Talk Long Overdue by penink

Tommy has his first therapy session with Puffy.

Tommy gets therapy.

Into the Night by Interjection

“Don’t touch me,” Tommy hisses, leaning against the railing. “I will - I will-”

They’re a hundred stories up. Wind lashes against Phil’s face. Next to him, Sam makes choked noise.

“But why?”

Tommy looks up to meet Phil’s eyes, terror struck so deep in those pale blue irises Phil thinks they must hold all the world’s fears within them.

“You’ll die,” he whispers. “And then I’ll die. But I’ll come back.”

“And I don’t want to come back.”

Others have the freedom to live. Tommy doesn’t even have the freedom to die.

But maybe they can teach him that living doesn’t have to be so bad.

---

(Superpowers AU where whenever someone touches Tommy, they both die. But Tommy will always come back to life eventually. He just wants it to end - but instead, he’s on the run, terrified of how his power will be exploited if he’s caught.

A few people reluctantly team up to save him.)

Funky SBI dynamics + a Sam that cares. Also a lot of angst.

#dream smp #dream smp fic rec #fic rec #sbi #wilbur soot #tommyinnit

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mallowstep · 3 years

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I’m thinking about writing a short OC piece about Windclan and I’d love to see your notes about its culture and the hymns you’ve written so far, everything you’ve done for Windclan appreciation month has really inspired me :)

hello anon!

alright, first things first: please send me ur piece when ur done if you're comfortable doing so! i will publish it from you, or if you don't want to be associated with it in Any Way, i will also just read it and add it to the queue with no indication why it's there. or if you don't want me to share it at all, i'd still like to read it.

as for your ask,

hymns?

i'm working on it. however, underneath the read more, i'll include a few snippets for u.

culture

alright, i'm just going to post links with some commentary as i go. feel free to ask any more questions you have.

windclan (search) | windclan (tag) | wcam tag | five clans (narrative essays)

i would link the elders den, but there's no windclan stories in there ATM.

moving on, i'm just going to go through posts in reverse chronological order.

tallstar taking a mate admittedly, this is more about cats and sexuality than windclan, but i provide the commentary that windclan...has a particular view on sexuality and fluidity. one thing i haven't explored but should is the role visiting cats have in windclan.

whoops that's a code word, my plug for solacefruit has been activated. okay, as you may be aware, based on the fact that i have a whole tag for it, i'm obsessed with solacefruit. now, i love everything they do, but i would like to point you particularly to "make a mighty sound" for a fantastic exploration of this idea.

i don't want to spoil anything, but i do think windclan, and maybe cats as a whole, but windclan has a certain view towards relationships that very much breaks them into pieces. i'm a "love is a verb" person, so the idea that you can grow to love someone romantically by going through the actions of love makes sense. not to say you will, but you can.

(to be clear i'm not out advocating for arranged marriages just saying that they can work, they're not destined to be bad, and there's a difference between forced marriage and arranged marriage.)

anyway.

this was a lot of words to say, cats do not have a human (and particularly, western/american) understanding of relationships, which makes analyzing them in those terms difficult.

early hymn talk i'll probably say more below, but it is here.

general ibtwicm notes might get you into the headspace for some of my choices in ibtwicm.

i don't have a ton to say because this pretty much all holds, but uh, yeah.

poetry and language this isn't strictly about windclan, but it does explain some of what i think about when writing hymns.

obviously, i'm writing english translations, but these general themes are what i have in mind. it's also part of why i say i don't think i'll ever release a "full hymnal" for windclan, because i don't know if my weak worldbuilding heart could take it if i only had translations.

names part two very much not about windclan, but just some thoughts on names. as i've said before, i support all names and worldbuilding equally, but if you want my thoughts on names, go buckwild.

clan culture fic rec list just stuff i think does a good job, if you want other sources of inspiration.

general clan culture notes this is really old, but it mostly holds.

i've obviously expanded a lot on windclan since i wrote it, so shrug? idk man.

alright, i'm going to move into hymn discussion below the cut, but best of luck! and i hope u have a good time. it makes my brain shut down to read that i inspired you, straight up got brain juice pouring out of my ears, but i'm really, really happy to hear that.

windclan holds a special place in my heart. (i know my oc avatar is from skyclan shhh it's because of the backstory he sees ghosts.) but i grew up in this super sporty household as a lil asthmatic klutz, and running was a sport i couldn't mess up, so of course windclan appealed to me.

they're actually third on my list of favorite clans, but they. it's a special place in my heart that they hold, especially after reading dawn of the clans and moth flight's vision, where i got an asthmatic cat and an adhd cat, both in windclan.

god i should reread dotc it's good.

alright, here's the deal on hymns: i am not going to fight to get duets to post correctly. there's a 0% chance i can in tumblr's wonky ass new editor with no markdown, not to mention how difficult it would have been in the old editor. so i'm going to talk a lil about what i've got, and post some stanzas that i think don't get explored a lot in ibtwicm.

we're discussing these in the order that they go in. a reminder that these are all sections of one epic poem. that said, i don't know where the gaps are. like, i don't know what's between these, if that makes sense.

the wind

the wind, the very first hymn. this is an ode to, well, windclan. it's a song about everything that makes them them. it's filled with poetry about the wind, about the seasons, and it's just...well, it's a bit of a genesis, in a way.

The wind — like the rain, like the river — calls the name of each star in its breath. The wind — like the earth, like the stone — anchors us to our home. The wind — like the sun, like the sky — is knowable only by name.

i wanted to share this stanza because the last line doesn't show up in ibtwicm (at least so far, i cut the reference), and it really, really, makes a difference imo.

anyway, windclan is basically tying the wind in with every other fundamental part of their life here.

they are the wind, and that's that.

the hare

okay, this one has a line that comes up a lot in ch1, but i already talked about that, so instead, i'm going to talk about this stanza

Speak of the earth and the dens, and you will be answered: By the call of the howling gales, the open earth singing in response. But speak of that which grows above, of the grass and field, And you will be answered by the softness of the buds and the roots.

okay, we get deadfoot thinking about this when he's talking to yellowfang.

i like this stanza because it really tells us what the hare is about. now, hares are not something windclan catches. hares are huge, y'all, there's no way they take one down. i take liberties with ecology, but not that many.

(i.e., a team of cats definitely could take one down, but i know too much, and would prefer letting team hunting stay a plot thing, and not fundamentally alter the environment in the way it would.)

now anyway, all of these hymns come from the time of the tunnelers. and the point of this is, even though the work of tunnelers and moor runners is disconnected, they fundamentally affect each other.

a moor runner must trust the hollows of the earth beneath them won't collapse, and a tunneler must trust that the prey they chase up will be caught.

it's all very symbiotic and is, well, in a way, a love poem. plus i really like the line "the open earth singing in response"

of the warrens

so this has one line, one you might not even know is a hymn, in ch1, but i'll share the whole stanza.

And as for the subject of fallow fields: Fallowed fields make for hungry prey, Yet hungry prey makes desperate rabbits, Who leap into our claws.

and ig my big point is, the hymns are a cultural artifact. just like many of the rules in the old testament have to do with hygiene things being codified into religion, this whole hymn is about hunting advice.

the moon on the river

okay, out of all the hymns, this is the most complete, and because ashfoot and deadfoot sing it together, and deadfoot discusses it, i only have one stanza to share.

Under the coldness, you shine back at me, And I do everything to keep the clouds from threatening you.

now, this poem is about love, grief, and being separated. it's a particular kind of grief, and windclan discourages grief, so this is one of only a few ways to really, fully express it.

and this section, in particular, is about love in times of hardship.

i don't have. a lot to say here. but the way hardship changes how you love someone can be particular and intense.

(temporarily, this happens sometime before "Spare for my chosen few / All I have is given towards the distant ground.")

the gorse in the wind

oh shit! i have so fucking much to say okay first.

the series title does not come from this hymn.

second, this is a challenging hymn okay. fuck. i have so much to say. where to start so! moors are actually relatively wet. think british countryside, not, like, a cool desert.

this is something i always knew? i read the secret garden a lot as a kid. but. i've seen stuff about moors being dry, and it's just one of those things that really...starts to eat under your skin. anyway.

okay, so. gorse is a dry plant. it does not like rain. it grows in sandy soil, etc etc, and yet. aside from everything we know about gorse and warriors, it also grows in this moor. because i say so.

okay, so. so so so. the lines quotes here are really deceptive, and i bet no one understood why, and that makes me just a little sad, but i couldn't find a good way to explain it in text, so uh, yeah, anyway. there's an exchange between ashfoot and deadfoot: "THE GORSE: You called me the heather and I grew stronger. / THE WIND: I called you the heather and brought rain for you to grow."

so...so do you see? do you see the point? it's about communication, needs, challenging each other. fadskj;l i love this. okay, so. the point is that heather is fragile, soft, pretty, and gorse is the opposite. the part of the wind is trying to be kind and complimentary, but the gorse is saying, fuck that, you are not being kind to me by undercutting my strength.

anyway, this passage is sung by the gorse:

In what good company have I set down roots, That even through snow fall I flower. You called me the heather and yet I've weathered, Far more than your sweet-named love.

so uh, yeah, this adds context. gorse! gorse is a hardy plant that continues to flower basically all season round. it's cool. it's cool. gorse is super cool. fuuuck y'all it's such a small thing and i've contained talking about it until now, but now it's too much. the floodgates are open, and i thought about this small detail too much.

okay. deep breath. gorse is a really easy plant to grow, but it's still adapted for dry environments. so the "even through snow fall I flower" part is a little tongue in cheek: gorse itself will flower in the cold, but snow is a type of precipitation, which as we've covered, is not gorse friendly.

then we have some rhyming and puns in the next line, and finally, "yet I've weathered, / Far more than your sweet-named love." like. yes. love as a form of softness is not necessarily helpful.

i mean, consider the damaging "soft trans boi" problem. same energy.

right. okay. so we've got all that? now if you remember, this is sung when deadfoot thinks ashpaw doesn't respect him, and ashpaw says she'll sing with him if she can sing the gorse, so in essence, she's telling him...not to back off, per se, but that...she is the "hard part" of the relationship. like, okay, i refuse to even bring up gender roles in human relationships, but uh, her point is very much, "i am the gorse, and you are the wind," and it's a very monumental moment.

it's anchored, i believe, in the other scenes, but this is a small thing that matters a lot to me.

like a lot.

okay, now that i've talked about like four lines for the length of this entire post, moving on.

the heather and earth

okay, this is the last hymn i have in concrete terms, and i cut a bit of it from the latest chapter, so yeah. it's also, uh, okay everything i have for it is only a line or two, but i wanted to share this closing line (sung together):

Sing a song of forgiveness, of growing together, and we will make madness, And madness from hence will everything beautiful grow.

and i just like these lines. they got cut, it was initially part of an exchange between ashfoot and deadfoot, but i can't share the part of it they talk about, because i'm reusing it for a later chapter and i'll 100% spoil shit if i try to talk about it.

but these lines? mmm they speak to me.

i don't have a ton to say about them, but i just. i like it.

if we apply the same ecology discussion from the gorse and the wind, we see heather is a plant that grows in acidic, infertile soil, and heath (which is not the same as a heather, but also kind of is) is a defining quality of heathland, which is...i'm not kidding, it's hot discourse about the difference between moorland and heathland.

i'm not getting involved, but my point is, if the gorse in the wind is a hymn about finding a working relationship, about mutual respect, etc., then the heather and earth is a hymn about working well together in a terrible situation.

god.

uh, wow! can you tell i like plants? because while parts of my ecology are dubious (see: everything regarding the rabbits in ch1), the plants part are well thought out. this shit is carefully detailed metaphor.

and that's why i won't be releasing a full hymnal. it's hard to as on top of this as i want to be. i'm not kidding, writing even four lines of a hymn usually takes me about twenty minutes, because i pull up a lot of research about how things work, how they interact with each other, etc., and then there's wordsmithing, cat worldview filter, etc.

but i hope this overview of what i've got is a good insight into my general thoughts. and i will eventually release more and more of the hymns i've got written.

#ask #anon #mine #txt #windclan #wcam #essay #long #warriors #warriors worldbuilding #windclan hymn project #mateo fanboying over solacefruit again

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bring you back to me ― part viii

ft. jeff skinner plot: when your high school sweetheart gets traded to the same city where you now live and work, your best friend just can’t mind her own business ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ warnings. swearing, drinking, all sorts of nsfw stuff 👏🏻 word count: 6.4k 118 days later, here I am and just lazy as always, hence the fact that I’ve got no gif for you gays again, whoops. i’m sure no one is surprised that this is pm unedited. thank you everyone for your patience in me getting this chapter out for you guys. it was a long ass off season, but now i’ve got my writing mojo back, so I hope you guys enjoy!! 💞 visit my masterlist (there’s a link in my description!) to sign up for email alerts or to view the master document with all parts of the fic for easy binge reading!!

It startles you to the point that you jump slightly when your phone starts vibrating violently against your desktop. With your heart leaping still, you grin when you glance at it to see Jeff’s name across the screen, ringing again a second later. You answer the call and lift your phone to your ear, rotating in your chair to face away from the computer, welcoming the distraction.

“Hey,” you say casually, still smiling as you bring your hand up to chew on your thumbnail.

“Hey, beautiful,” he responds, and you hear the sound of his car door shutting. “How’s work?”

“Uneventful. Are you out of practice already?” Your words come as you check your watch to see the time.

“Yeah, coach let us go a little early today,” he tells you, and you hear him try to stifle a yawn.

“Are you gonna head home for a nap?” you ask with a soft laugh, pushing your hair out of your face.

“Yeah, probably,” he admits, earning a snort out of you.

“I hope you know that I’m crazy jealous.”

The after practice phone calls had come every day in the week that followed Jeff’s return from the road trip. It had become part of the easy routine the two of you had settled into. You’d stayed together a handful of nights, gone to one of his two home games that week. Being together was just easy.

“Do you want to go out for drinks tonight? Some teammates and their girls are going out, so I just figured it’d be a good time for you to meet everyone,” he says following a short pause. You know he’s driving, you can hear the soft clicking of his blinker and the hum of the radio.

“Uhm, what time? I’m grabbing dinner with some colleagues, so as long as it’s after that, yeah, I’d like to go,” you tell him, despite feeling a little nervous about meeting more of his teammates.

“Yeah, that should work. Do you think 9 would be a good time to shoot for?”

“I think so, yeah, we should be done by then,” you say, leaning back in your seat a bit more. Your stomach is growling, and you’ll be happy to take your lunch break once you’re off the phone with Jeff.

“Great, I’ll send you the address later,” he tells you, and you can hear the smile in his voice. “You wanna stay at mine after?”

A wide grin spreads across your face, and you laugh quietly. “Yeah, sure,” you say, feeling heat rise up the back of your neck as you wonder if the hickeys you’d left on his chest a couple nights early was still there.

The two of you talk for a few more minutes until he reaches his parking garage, and you say your goodbyes as he gets into the elevator. As if on cue, your stomach growls loudly the second you hand up, and you step out of your cubicle to see if Lydia had had lunch yet.

You and Lydia ended up going out for sandwiches around the corner from your office, taking your time to get back to work. You told her about going out with Jeff to meet some of his teammates, and asked if she’d want to go with you, figuring she’d jump at the opportunity. She declined your invitation, which was a surprise, but you didn’t push for a reason. It was a nice lunch though, considering you hadn’t seen much of her in the last few days. The two of you solidified plans for the game you were going to in a few days, and you eventually went back to your desk to finish out the work day.

Somehow, the rest of the day went by quickly enough. Dinner was nice, considering it was with work friends you didn’t see very often. After eating, you hung around for a while, catching up as you finished your glass of wine. By the time you went your separate ways, it was earlier than you expected, and you texted Jeff to let him know you were on your way to the bar.

Since you were staying in the city overnight, you’d just left your car in the garage at work, sure that Jeff would give you a ride to work in the morning. You ordered an Uber to the bar, and in the backseat of the car, you reapply your lipstick and try your best not to feel nervous at the prospect of meeting more of Jeff’s teammates.

When you walk in, it’s easy to spot everyone, and Jeff’s back is to you as you approach. There’s an empty glass in front of him and another that’s only a third full in his hand, and when you’re close enough, you run your hand over his shoulder and lean to kiss his cheek. He looks at you and a grin spreads widely across his face as he greets you. Shrugging off your jacket, you glance around the table, and you’re happy to see some familiar faces. As you get settled into your seat, Jeff goes around the table to introduce everyone.

Ten minutes later and you’ve relaxed a little, chit-chatting with a few of the girls. You feel a little out of place, considering you’re still in the same black slacks and blouse that you’d worn to work earlier. Jeff’s hand is resting on your knee under the table, and it’s more than a little distracting. He finishes his second beer and squeezes your knee lightly to get your attention.

“I’m gonna go grab another drink, do you want anything?” he asks, grinning at you still and you notice a slight flush coloring his cheeks. “Yeah, I’ll go with you, I want to see what they’ve got on tap,” you tell him, tucking your hair behind your ear as you slip out of your seat.

The bar’s not very crowded, but there’s a short wait to order drinks and Jeff’s arm slips around your shoulders easily. You take the time to look at the draft listing on the wall, humming in thought quietly as you try to decide what you want.

“How was dinner?” he asks, warm as you lean into him slightly.

“It was nice, a good chance to catch up with some colleagues I don’t see very often,” you respond, tilting your head up to look at him. He drops his head to kiss you quickly, and you smile against his mouth, grateful that you’ve got this quick minute to catch up.

The two of you talk softly for a few more moments before it’s Jeff’s turn to order. He asks what you want and once you respond, he pulls away to step up to the bar. You fish your phone out of your pocket, texting Lydia the name of the bar in case she’d changed her mind about wanting to come out.

Someone behind you said your name, and you jumped slightly, turning to see who it was. You were greeted by a familiar face you hadn’t seen in a while, a friend from work that had taken a position in another city a few months earlier.

“Oh my god, Peter, hi!” you exclaim, grinning widely as you take a step closer to hug him quickly. “I didn’t know you were in town! I just had dinner with Vanessa and Gayle!” You’re practically beaming, still shocked to see him.

“My mom’s birthday is this weekend, so I figured that warranted a trip home. My brother dragged me out tonight,” he says, pointing over his shoulder. “How have you been? You look great. I wasn’t even sure it was you when I saw you, I know you and Lydia usually stick to Stella’s.”

The mention of Stella’s makes you snort softly, reminded of the number of times Peter had picked you and Lydia up after a night of drinking. “Trust me, I’d love to be at Stella’s right now,” you say, shrugging with a laugh. “I’m out with my boyfriend and his teammates, so I didn’t get to pick the bar.” You pause, glancing over your shoulder to see Jeff approaching you. “Oh, speaking of which, here he is.”

Jeff is clearly sizing Peter up as he hands you your beer, arm sliding around your shoulders in a rather protective manner as you thank him quietly for the drink. Peter looks rather surprised, clearly recognizing Jeff, and it’s an interesting few seconds to watch unfold.

“Uh, Peter, this is Jeff,” you say, breaking the short silence. “Jeff, Peter. We used to work together, but he transferred to an office out of state a while back.” Jeff clearly relaxes when he realizes Peter is someone you actually know rather than some random guy that wouldn’t leave you alone.

“Nice to meet you, man,” Peter says, offering his hand which Jeff shakes.

“Yeah, you too,” he responds quickly before glancing down at you. “I’m gonna head back to the table, okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll be right there,” you assure him, smiling quickly as he pulls away. As polite as ever, Jeff tells Peter to have a good night before taking off, and Peter gives you an impressed look that makes you snort.

“We’ve clearly got a lot of catching up to do,” he teases, making you roll your eyes with a grin as you take a sip of your drink.

“Yeah, we do. How long are you in town? I’m sure Lydia would love to see you too.”

“My flight takes leaves Monday morning. Let me see what I’ve got going on family-wise, and I’ve still got your numbers, so I’ll start a group chat to see if we can find a time to grab lunch or something,” he says, warm smile on his face. “I’ll let you get back to your friends though, yeah?”

You nod, taking a step forward to hug him tightly. “Sounds good. I’ll see you soon then,” you tell him, pulling back and already starting back toward the table with a wave.

Retaking your seat at the table, you rejoin the group midway through a debate over the Office versus Parks and Rec, and you’re content to listen as you take drinks from your glass here and there. You nudge Jeff with your knee gently under the table and from the corner of your eye, you see him grin as he nudges you back, his hand settling on your thigh a moment later.

Half an hour later as you’re finishing your beer, Jeff leans to kiss the side of your head, asking softly if you were ready to head out for the night. You tell him you’ll be ready to head out in another ten minutes or so, and he nods, finishing off his beer as well. His hand had moved a little higher on your thigh without you really noticing, and you can’t help the slight smirk that tugs at the corners of your mouth.

“You can go ahead and order a ride home if you want,” you tell him, enjoying the bit of color in his cheeks brought on by the beer. He nods and fishes his phone out of his pocket, and after a moment, he says the car will be there in five.

After slipping on your jacket, the two of you say your goodbyes, and you’re glad that Jeff had thought to invite you. Meeting more of his teammates made everything feel a lot more real, and there’s a content grin on your face as you headed out to the street, Jeff’s arm around you as you walked.

“Did you have a good time?” Jeff asks, kissing your hair softly as you lean into his frame. His eyes are on his phone, checking the make and model of the vehicle you were keeping an eye out for.

“Yeah, definitely,” you assure him, nodding quickly. “It’s nice getting to meet everyone, and running into Peter was a nice surprise too.” It’s then that the car pulls up, and Jeff is quick to open the door, letting you slide into the seat before joining you. He greets the driver and is already pulling you back to his side.

“You said you used to work with Peter?” he asked, and you looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. The question was innocent enough to come off as small talk, and you laugh it off softly as you rest your head on Jeff’s shoulder.

“Yeah, he worked in a different department though,” you explain, trying to stifle a yawn. It’s warm in the back of the car, enough so that it’s making you a little drowsy. “He’s a good guy. We made out a Christmas party one year, but Lydia was always far more into him than I was.”

Jeff makes a noise that you can’t determine the meaning of, and you snuggle in closer to his side.

“What, you jealous?” you ask, teasing tone to your voice. He shrugs, chuckling softly.

“Nah. I mean, I’ve made out with you at more Christmas parties than he has, so I feel like I’m in decent shape,” he responds, earning a laugh out of you.

“Yeah, you are, don’t worry,” you tell him, tilting your head up kiss his cheek softly.

The rest of the drive passes quickly, and you stay tucked into Jeff’s side. You’d only had the one drink, but Jeff had had a few more, and he was still tipsy, it was obvious in the way he toyed with your hair idly and the way he couldn’t seem to get you close enough.

In the elevator a few minutes later, Jeff crowds you up against the wall, grinning all the while as his hands settle on your hips. Before the doors are even closed, his mouth is on yours, kissing you sweetly as he squeezes you, hands moving up like he can’t keep them off you. You laugh quietly against his mouth, hand resting on his chest. When he pulls back, you grin, enjoying the sight of his flushed cheeks as his hands start to wander along your waist over the fabric of your blouse.

“You look awfully happy,” you tease, laughing again as he leans in again, this time attaching his lips to your neck. Your head immediately lolls to the side, a breathy sigh leaving you as his mouth moves over your pulsepoint.

“I am,” he says, words mumbled against your skin. “Why wouldn’t I be? I’ve got you all to myself for the rest of the night.” The words make you roll your eyes as a grin tugs at your mouth, and before you can respond, the elevator chimes before the doors open.

Jeff untangles himself from you with a begrudging sound, like it’s the hardest thing he’s ever done, and you chuckle as your hand finds his to tug him out of the elevator with you. As he fishes for his keys, you hug him, leaning into his chest and nuzzling into his collar bone while he gets the door open.

Inside, you slip out of your jacket and kick your shoes off, sighing softly as you hear Jeff moving around behind you. He says your name a second later, and you turn to look at him, grinning at the fact that he’s already reaching for you. Your arms start to slip around his neck, but his hands catch your wrists, pinning them above your head as he presses you against the wall just inside the door. It catches you by surprise, earning a gasp out of you as you instinctively arch to press closer to him.

When he kisses you, it’s rough, hungry, and you moan against his mouth as he keeps you pressed against the wall. His hand on your wrists is tight, but not uncomfortably so, and the fact that you’re not able to touch him has you growing impatient pretty quickly. Jeff tastes like beer, but you hardly care, and you let your teeth catch on his bottom lip, something that never fails to get a groan out of him.

You’re already panting by the time he pulls away just enough to kiss down the column of you throat, sucking at your skin. He’s nosing along the collar of your shirt and one hand leaves your wrists to drop to your waist. His hand slips under the hem of your top, hot against your skin as it moves up to brush his fingers along the band of your bra.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he murmurs into your cleavage, groaning into your skin. His tongue slides over the top of your breast and you shiver, breathing his name as your clit throbs. You arch your back, trying to press closer to him and he releases your other wrist to tug your shirt off over your head.

He grins down at you as he drops the fabric to the floor next to your feet, and the darkness in his eyes sends heat down your spine. You can’t stop yourself from reaching for him again, hands cupping his face as you pull his mouth back to yours. The kiss is rather sloppy, with Jeff humming against your mouth in a way that makes your insides turn to mush as heat pools between your thighs.

“Jeff, bedroom,” you breathe against his mouth, arm slipping around his neck despite the fact that you should be pulling away to drag him toward his room.

“Wanna make you cum first,” he responds, mouth barely leaves yours as he speaks. The quick statement makes your cheeks flush, and you do your best to ignore it. You don’t have the chance to respond before he’s pressing his body against yours firmly so you’re pinned back against the wall again.

You squirm slightly, legs pressing together, and you can already feel that you’re soaked. It’s so easy to get lost in the kiss that you’re mind goes blank as his tongue slides along yours, barely even aware of the fact that his hand is moving to unfasten you’re bra. He pulls the fabric away from your body and he leans back to look down at your newly exposed skin. Jeff looks incredible then, lips parted and slightly swollen, catching his breath as he takes the time to admire your tits.

He realizes he’s staring, and his eyes lift to yours and he’s smirking as he drops his head again. Jeff leaves another line of hot, sucking kisses down your sternum as his hands move over your waist like he can’t touch you enough. His mouth ghosts over your nipple and you gasp, hand sliding up his neck to run your fingers through his hair.

When you glance down at him, he’s looking up at you, and you can feel your flush creeping down your neck as you let your head rest back against the wall. A curse leaves you as he sucks a mark into the side of your breast, humming contently as he does so. He unfastens your trousers and you arch your hips toward him as pushes the fabric down your thighs. You kick them off easily, somehow managing not to trip as you toe them away. Jeff pulls back to look at you, cocky grin on his face as you squirm, pulling him back to you.

“Fuck, I love you,” you tell him, kissing him hard as you start unbutton his shirt. His hand slides up your waist to cup your breast, thumb rubbing over your nipple firmly and you make a needy whine that gets caught in your throat. Your fingers are shaking as you work at the last few buttons, cursing under your breath impatiently.

“Love you too, baby,” he murmurs, pulling back with a wide smirk in response to the sound you made. He leans away enough to slip out of his shirt and drop it to the floor, and you lick your lips as your eyes slid down his familiar frame. “I’ve been thinking about having you like this all day.” His words are soft, but there’s no mistaking the dark tone of it and he’s looking down at you as he presses closer.

When he kisses you again, he slips his hand into your panties easily, both of you groaning in unison when his fingers slip between your folds. Your hips immediately push toward his, and your arm loops around his neck for support as you swayed on your feet slightly. When you glance up at him, he’s watching you, and your clit throbs as his fingers sweep over it lightly.

Your hips rock against his hand slightly and you moan into Jeff’s mouth as his tongue slides over yours. His other hand drops from your waist to tug your panties down, and you shimmy enough to get them down to your ankles so you can kick them off. Jeff makes a sound of appreciation and you laugh softly, arms tightening around his neck to keep him from pulling away.

“So wet, sweetheart,” he breathes against your mouth and you nod slightly, biting his bottom lip as two of his fingers tease at your entrance. You can hear the sound of your arousal as his fingers just barely dip into you, and you huff with impatience.

Jeff’s smirk is obvious, and his mouth leaves yours to press a kiss to your cheek before moving down your jaw. He sinks two fingers into you and you sigh with relief, head falling back to rest against the wall behind you. Taking advantage of your new position, Jeff’s mouth settles on your pulsepoint and you curse under your breath as his fingers curl inside you.

“Fuck, Jeff,” you whine, feeling his fingertips against your g-spot. He lets the blunt edge of his teeth drag over your skin and your eyes squeeze closed as his thumb rubs a circle against your clit. Your toes curl against the floor as your hips rock firmly against his hand, wanting his fingers deeper inside you.

He’s sucking a mark against the side of your breast as he slips a third finger into you, and your back arches as you cry out for him. The heel of his hand starts grinding firmly against your clit with each motion of his fingers, and you curse again, barely able to tell which way is up by that point. Jeff keeps close to you, mouth eventually moving against your collarbone as he curses into your skin.

You’re grateful that he’s clearly not in the mood to do much teasing, quickly setting a rather rough rhythm as his fingers fuck into your cunt. With your arm around him, your nails dig into his shoulder and you arch in an effort to get more skin to skin contact. You almost hate that it’s so easy for him to make you unravel for him like this, barely even inside the door, but right now, it feels way too good to even care.

Your body feels like it’s on fire, sure that you’re flushed from head to toe as you squirm impatiently, hips moving against his hand. He’s standing so close to you, using one knee to keep your legs open, and when you rock against him, it’s impossible not to notice the line of his cock through his pants. Your hand slides up his neck to tangle in his short curls and your mouth drops open, but no sound comes out.

“You’re already close, aren’t you?” he asks, voice low as looks down at you. Forcing your eyes open to look at him, you nod, feeling yourself tighten around his fingers as a smirk slides onto his face.

His mouth crashes into yours in a rough, needy kiss that you moan into. Jeff licks into your mouth and you melt back against the wall, hips still grinding hard against his hand while his fingers curl roughly inside you.

His mouth leaves yours to look down in you, eyes moving slowly over your kiss swollen lips and taking in your dazed expression. The motion of his fingers picks up, taking you by surprise and nearly knocking the wind out of you. You press your lips together to stifle a filthy groan, and Jeff’s other hand lifts to cup your breast, teasing over your nipple to make you arch for him.

“I wanna hear you, sweetheart. Wanna hear you say my name when you cum,” he says, tugging at your nipple teasingly. His smirk is back, and you’re so close that you can’t even respond to him, eyes rolling back as your face creases with pleasure. “Shit, Jeff, oh my god,” you pant, the last syllable dragging out into a whine as you’re finally pushed over the edge.

The orgasm hits you hard, body tensing as your nails brush over his scalp. Clinging to him desperately, your curse again under your breath, rocking down to practically fuck yourself onto his fingers. Your throat’s dry from all of the whining and moaning you’ve done and your voice sounds wrecked as you breath his name. It feels like every nerve in your body is raw and exposed, and you’re grateful to have the wall behind you to lean against.

Your heart is thundering in your eyes as your orgasm slows, Jeff’s fingers still rocking against your core, gentler now like he’s guiding you down. It’s impossible to keep your eyes open any longer, so you let them close, already trying to guide Jeff’s mouth back to yours.

“I love you, holy shit,” you murmur between lazy kisses. You have to pull away frequently for a quick breath, he’s grinning at you when you open your eyes again.

“Love you too, more than anything,” he responds, sounding relaxed and sincere.

With a sigh, you bring a hand up to push your hair back, still trying to catch your breath as he pulls his fingers from you. You can see that the three fingers a slick with your wetness and you lick your lips. Like he’s read your mind, he slips the three digits into your mouth, and you immediately moan again at the taste of yourself on his thick fingers. Jeff’s breathing seems to pick up as he watches you, and you look up at him through your eyelashes as you suck his digits clean.

“Time to head to bed?” he asks you as he pulls his fingers from your lips, leaning to kiss you again, just as hard as he had earlier. You hum loudly, nodding as much as you can without breaking the kiss. Looping your arms around his neck, you rock your hips toward his to make him moan.

With a frustrated sounding sigh, Jeff pulled away, and you laugh as his hand slid into yours to pull you toward his room. The line of his cock straining against his pants is obvious by then, hence his urgency. You can tell that his shoulders are tense, and there’s a slight flush creeping up the back of his neck that makes you grin.

Closing his bedroom door behind you, his hands are on you immediately, gripping your hips and pulling your body against his. Breasts pressing against his chest, you tug at his bottom lip with your teeth as your hands move to unfasten his pants eagerly. He groans into your mouth when you drag his zipper down, hand stroking him through his boxers. You push his pants down his hips easily and he pulls away to kick them away, eyes lifting to yours again.

He’s grinning a bit, and his hand comes up to cup your jaw, guiding your mouth back to his. His arm loops around your waist, keeping you close as he walks you toward his bed, patience clearly dwindling. When the back of your thighs hits the mattress, Jeff kisses your shoulder after pulling back, reaching for the drawer of his nightstand for a condom.

You sit on the edge of the bed, leaning back with your weight resting on your hands as you watch him. He glances at you over the shoulder, shaking his head quickly, and your eyebrows raise in confusion.

“Turn over for me,” he tells you, sending heat down your spine. You move quickly, feeling how slick you are as you shift, knees and elbows pressing into the bed.

You don’t realize how close he is, because when Jeff’s hand settles low on your back, you jump slightly, both of you laughing a second later. His hand moves up your spine slowly and you shiver, already pressing back toward him.

“I could get used to this view, sweetheart,” he murmurs, sliding down his hips and opening the condom. The words make heat rise up your neck despite the goosebumps rise along your skin.

Biting your lip, you glance back at him quickly and he has the audacity to smirk at you before smacking your ass firmly to make you yelp in surprise, the noise fading into a moan. Given your reaction, he does it again, as your head drops and you rock back toward him with an impatient sound.

“Fuck, Jeff, c’mon,” you mutter, teeth clenched as you feel your clit throb.

“So goddamn needy, huh, y/n?” he responds, pulling you closer to the edge of the mattress. You glance back at him, licking your lips as you see him roll the condom on his length. You’re so desperate for him by then that the sight of his cock is almost enough to make your mouth water.

About to make another impatient noise, you feel his hand grip your hip as he starts to drag the head of his cock along your folds. A shiver runs down your spine again, and you moan as you rest more weight on your elbows to pop your hips a little higher for him. The display of eagerness makes him chuckle softly, positioning himself at your entrance and using the hand on your hip to pull you back onto his length.

A string of curses leaves you as your head falls forward, a high sound getting trapped in your throat as he fills you. Your grip on the sheet tightens, and you breathe his name, already trying to press back toward him more. His hand soothes over your back gently, calloused fingers moving over the bumps of your spine, and you can feel your pussy throbbing around his cock as you wait for him to move more.

“Jeff, please,” you murmur, eyes falling shut as he grips your hips with both hands.

“Please what, baby?” he asks, the cockiness in his voice making you want to scream.

“Shit, want you to fuck me,” you respond, voice low as he thumb brushes over your skin lightly.

He hasn’t taken you like this before, you realize, and you’re not used to not being able to touch him, kiss him, or pull at his hair. That lack of contact seems to be making you extra needy as you grind back against him as hard as you can. That earns a curse out of him and he sighs easily, rutting against you enough that his cock drags over your g-spot to make you moan.

You shift slightly so your chest is pressing against bed and he repeats the motion, harder this time. The new angle is exponentially better, and you push your hair out of your face, mouth dry from how heavily you’ve been breathing. He’s settling into a rhythm, but it’s not nearly enough for you, not yet, and you rock back to meet his hips roughly. Groaning his name, you twist the sheets beneath you, your skin feeling absolutely electrified as his hand moves over your back slowly.

He has a way of making you feel so stunning, just from how he always takes the time to savor you like this. It had taken a while to get used to, not to feel the need to cover yourself when he acted like you were the most perfect thing in the world.

“Harder, Jeff, please,” you whine as your cunt tightens around him. It’s like you can feel every ridge and vein of his cock as he sinks into you, each movement slick and leaving you desperate for more.

His response is to grunt, slapping your ass harder than before and your clit throbs for attention. Another curse leaves you, and he does as you’d requested, hand returning to your hips to start pounding into you. You’re absolutely soaked, you can feel it, hear it even, and you’re so focused on trying to catch your breath that when he spanks you again, you cry out in surprise.

“You feel so fucking good, baby, and you look incredible, taking my cock like this,” he tells you, humming under his breath a second later. You nod as best as you can, face half pressed into the mattress in an effort to quiet the constant moans that were leaving you.

He felt so much thicker in this position, and with your hips popped up like this, he was hitting all the right spots that had you teetering on the edge of an orgasm all over again. You’re grateful for his firm hold on your hips, because you’re not sure you’d be able to keep yourself upright otherwise.

Your body is tense, knowing you’re toeing the edge now and damn near desperate for it, your pussy squeezing tight around him. Shifting your weight slightly, you move one hand to settle between your thighs to give your clit the attention it’s aching for. Jeff makes a sound approval, groaning as he adjusts his hold on your hips as your eyes roll back.

“Mmph, god, Jeff,” you breathe, gasping out a curse a second later. Your toes curl as you cum, eyes squeezing shut as you all but sob into the mattress.

Jeff fucks you through it, hard, still squeezing your hips tightly to keep you in place despite your efforts to grind back against him for more friction. His thrusts seem almost targeted, hitting your g-spot with each motion and you’re practically slumped against the sheets as you babble out his name, nearly incoherently.

Still rubbing rough circles against your clit, your hand is suddenly drenched and Jeff curses behind you, his rhythm faltering slightly. You’re still gripping the comforter like your life depends on it, hips starting to ache from holding the position for so long, but fuck, it just feels too good to even attempt moving. You know he has to be close, the dropped rhythm always so telltale, and you’re panting his name with a throaty groan.

Your head is buzzing by the time you’re able to tell which way is up, forehead pressed to the mattress as you try to catch your breath. You’re less dazed then and pressing back toward Jeff as he slides a hand higher on your waist, his short nails grazing over your skin.

“Want you to cum for me, baby,” you murmur, voice low. When you push your hair back out of your face, your hairline is damp with sweat, your body hot.

He groans and squeezes your waist, your name leaving his lips as slams into you again before grinding hard against you. A slew of curses leaves him as he cums, your clit throbbing from hearing how wrecked he sounds. You rock back toward him to savor feeling off him coming undone for you, groaning as your pussy tightens around him. He’s breathing heavily, his hold on you loosening as you grin to yourself lazily, feeling satisfied as he pulls out.

“Shit, y/n,” Jeff says, sounding exhausted as he taps your ass with a chuckle before stepping away. You laugh with him easily, grinning as you let yourself fall onto your side, the muscles of your hips feeling sore for holding the position for so long.

Stretching out along the bed, you watch Jeff move about, removing the condom before putting it in the bin next to his nightstand. He glances at you, eyes taking in your naked frame as if you hadn’t been naked this whole time, and he’s smirking like he’s proud of himself. You scoff lightly, amused, and nudge at his thigh with your foot, feeling dampness against your calf where it rested on the edge of the bed.

“Shit, why is the blanket wet?” you ask, yawning as Jeff opens a drawer of his dresser to grab clothes.

“Uh, I think you squirted,” Jeff responds, glancing over his shoulder at you. He looks quite smug and you raise your eyebrows. “You want leggings?”

“Huh. Well, that’s new,” you say before nodding in response to his questions. Jeff tosses you a pair of leggings as well as panties from the drawer that had turned into yours. A shirt of his comes next and you grin at the fact that he’d done it automatically.

Finally confident that your legs will work, you stand to get dressed, and by the time you’re pulling your shirt on, Jeff is settling into bed. With a tired sigh, you join him, getting cozy between the sheets and he quickly moves to hold you, pressing his face into your chest.

Your hand comes up to push through his slightly damp curls and you grin contently as he nuzzles into you. He lifts his head a second grinning up at you then pressing a kiss to your mouth.

“I love you,” you murmur, kissing him again.

“Love you too, baby,” he says, stifling a yawn and settling his head on your shoulder.

You’re still playing with his hair with one hand as you reach for your phone that you’d left on the nightstand earlier, making sure you’d remembered to set alarms for the morning. “It’s only 11, did you want to watch something before bed?” you ask, kissing his forehead before yawning yourself.

“You can put something on if you want, but I can’t guarantee I’ll stay awake for more than 20 minutes,” he tells you, already sounding quite sleepy. You nod, chuckling as you pull away enough to turn off the lamp on the nightstand.

The two of you end up staying awake longer than expected, curled up together and talking quietly in the dark. He’s warm and familiar, head still settled on your shoulder with his arm around your waist securely. It seemed like that was his favorite way to sleep and you surely didn’t mind, toying with his hair idly.

You made plans to grab breakfast in the morning, and you fell asleep thinking about breakfast pastries and the sweet man you’re curled up with.

#jeff skinner imagine #jeff skinner smut #buffalo sabres imagine #bybtm #**#Idk how I even used to tag these???

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bottomharrykingdom · 6 years

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Sad that you'll write essays about how not problematic you are and pretend to be educated while basing this blog on the premise that having a feminine side means you bottom. Sad that you'll ignore trans people telling you how uncomfortable your blog makes them so you can continue characterising Harry as a woman ("princess") and Louis as a man ("king") with stereotypical gendered language. Sad that you have to pretend Harry is tiny because in your warped mind,

pretending he’s small, delicate and lacking any masculine traits is the only way he can be a bottom. Scary that you’ll change none of your behaviours because you care more about creating an alternate reality for a relationship you are not in and a person you don’t know because it turns you on despite how damaging the messages you send are.

Having a feminine side does not mean you bottom. Bottoming is a very unimportant preference queer people have that has no correlation to anything! It’s as significant as what you’re in the mood to have for dinner. We created this blog to rec fics where Harry bottoms because there were many more for bottom!Louis than bottom!Harry and we thought people with a different preference would appreciate a new blog relevant to their preference. It also helps keep them from authors who don’t appreciate asks like that at all. Let’s be direct: all bottom!Harry content on our blog refers to a fictional story element that has no basis on Harry’s life, and has no correlation with either his personality, interests, of physical appearance. We’ve answered many asks before about how our ‘harry is a bottom’ tag is completely fictional and only for entertainment!

With that said, this is not exclusively a bottom!Harry blog. We wanted more content for a more active blog as well as something to differentiate us from previous bottom!Harry blogs. So alongside bottom!Harry posts, this is also a general Harry blog! That should’ve been obvious by our blog content alone, but it’s actually stated in our description.

“This is a bottom, sub, and femme Harry appreciation blog. Here you will find all your favorite bottom Harry content, including pictures, headcanons, fanart, and fic recs.”

Meaning, this is a bottom, sub, and femme Harry appreciation blog separately. And it’s true, you can find all your favorite bottom Harry content here. But the description states very clearly that we are a blog dedicated to more than one thing, and our blog content reflects that in a way that’s very easy to perceive. We’re very much aware Harry’s femininity and preference as a sub has no correlation with very fictional stories about him bottoming. That’s why we stated so! You assumed yourself that we were only a bottom Harry blog and that the sub and femme posts were meant to “prove” that. If this were meant to be a bottom!Harry blog only, well, our description would’ve just been, “This is a bottom Harry appreciation blog. Here you will find all your favorite bottom Harry content, including pictures, headcanons, fanart, and fic recs.” But it’s not, obviously. Our url and title say “bottom Harry kingdom”, but that was for branding’s sake since our original content is dedicated to recommending bottom!Harry fics. Burger King is the home of the Whopper, but they sell chicken and ice cream too. You’d know that if you looked at the menu. We’re Bottom Harry Kingdom, but we post general Harry appreciation content too. You’d know that if you looked at the blog.

“Sad that you’ll ignore trans people telling you how uncomfortable your blog makes them so you can continue characterising Harry as a woman (“princess”) and Louis as a man (“king”) with stereotypical gendered language.“

First, some of the mods of this blog are not cis. Second, no genderqueer person has ever come to us expressing discomfort with our blog. And third, we don’t characterize Harry as a woman and Louis as a man by calling him a princess and Louis a king. We call Harry a princess because he has worn a tiara and talked about having tiara, making him a princess since tiaras are worn by princesses. We call Louis a king because him and the fandom call him that. It’s not gendered language or stereotyping. We’re simply going by what they’ve already expressed about themselves. We’re not using language meant to abide by the fictional premise of him bottoming.

Sad that you have to pretend Harry is tiny because in your warped mind,pretending he’s small, delicate and lacking any masculine traits is the only way he can be a bottom.

Again this is a general Harry appreciation blog. We don’t pretend Harry is tiny, he is! This is according to many people who have met him, his tailor, his clothing size, and from Harry himself who bragged about being a smaller clothing size than Mick Jagger. That’s why we have a tag dedicated to him being tiny, not because we’re trying to abide by the fictional premise of him bottoming. Second, Harry is delicate. That’s not any more gendered language than saying he’s funny or goofy. And third, Harry is not lacking in masculine traits. There is no such thing as masculine traits that we or anyone else could speak of regarding another person. A trans woman explained this very well in this post if you’d like to read it! Harry is not masculine according to himself. This is why we don’t have a masc Harry appreciation tag. If we did, we would be projecting our own view of gender onto him and simultaneously making hurtful insinuations on trans people and their bodies.

We’re not a blog here to make a statement on a silly preference Harry may or may not have in sexual situations. We’re here to rec fictional stories where Harry bottoms and, on the side, without any correlation to that, we have general Harry content dedicated to real things about him! Most of the language we use isn’t gendered at all. Kitten, baby, sugarbaby, tiny, brat, bambi, and so on. Bambi was a boy! Harry has a rose and mermaid tattooed on him, Louis has a dagger. These aren’t gendered or fictional things. Whatever gendered language we use is pertained to Harry or his friends’ own comments. By not doing so we would be projecting our own.

In short, we’re just here for people to have fun and find a positive outlet! We try to keep this blog as free from conversations seriously addressing gender identities as much as possible because it’s not our place to do so. When we do reblog posts we make sure they come from other genderqueer people and are addressing or clearing up a harmful line of thinking existing in fandom. We show the values by which we run this blog through our posts as much as we can. But if you can’t take the time to view our content to see that your indignation was unfounded, then your feelings aren’t for us to take responsibility for. The accusations you threw against us were baseless and drawn from your own assumptions on gender. Ironically, the same line of problematic behavior you accuse us of!

It doesn’t sound like you’re a follower of the blog at all and only came here to throw half-baked allegations out of spite. If you don’t like us, block us and follow blogs that provide you with the content you like! But don’t trivialize serious matters by using them to suit your selfish desire to harass us. True, this did get you more attention from than if you had just sent us an ask calling us ‘big ugly stinky poopy pants’, but we think you’ll find being proven wrong much less satisfying than if we had just ignored you.

Have a nice day! 💖

#asks #femme #bhk

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chipsandwaffles · 7 years

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law of the heart

Jaehyun leaves for the jungle and you really, really, really miss him.

the birthday fic i promised for dev @chittaporno literally a month ago. thank you to carmen for giving me hella song recs and taemin, for being the god of nasty. enjoy and i hope you like your late ass birthday/early ass christmas present. enjoy ^^

“I’ll be back before you know it,” Jaehyun tells you. You whine at him, trying to give him your best pouty face, as if that was going to actually make him stay. He had to go to the stupid jungle and film for the Law of the Jungle; there was no way he was going to stay behind with you.

It sucked, but that’s how it had to be.

“Don’t give me that look, please? It makes me want to stay,” he says. You pout harder.

“Maybe that’s my plan, to get you to stay. I mean… you don’t really want to go to the jungle do you?” You grab Jaehyun’s hands, pulling him away from the door. He laughs at your action and shakes his head.

“What if there’s lions? What if they eat you?” You ask, interrupting him before he could convince you otherwise. His face goes white and he looks at you with that adorable confused look of his, eyes wide and mouth open slightly.

“Are there lions in the jungle?” He quietly asks.

You nod your head furiously. “Yeah, totally. They’re everywhere. And they eat guys just like you-

Jaehyun shuts you up by kissing you, his lips molding against yours so very nicely. He kisses you long enough to get your mind off the lions, but it still makes him leaving even worse because when he pulls away all you can think about is how you want him back.

You didn’t mean to be a whiny girlfriend, but a week without each other was going to be hard.

Sure, you could have independence and take time to yourselves, but why do that when you could easily be sitting in Jaehyun’s arms, or in his lap, or cuddling with him while you watched some sad movie, or kissing him until you couldn’t breathe anymore and then eventually took it to the bedroom.

(Or the kitchen counter, because fucking there was great when you and he were both impatient.)

“Do you really have to go?” You ask, letting Jaehyun lead you back towards your front door. He turns to you and smiles sadly, nodding.

“I really have to go. But don’t worry. I’ll be back first thing next week.”

“First thing next week seems like too long. And you have to go to KCON right after… That seems like forever.”

Jaehyun laughs and leans forward to place a kiss against the top of your head, then one more against your lips.

“I’ll be back before you know it. Okay? I have to get going now though. I’ll see you later, Y/N.”

Jaehyun leaves your apartment after a few more kisses, two I love you’s, and a pat on his nonexistent ass, leaving you left standing in your apartment, not sure what to do now. You really didn’t have anything planned, besides some homework, and knowing you, you weren’t going to get started on that any time soon.

You sigh and make your way over to the couch, falling backwards on it from the armrest. Your legs dangle over the sides, but your head is only resting on the couch cushion rather than Jaehyun’s lap.

You sigh again. How could you miss Jaehyun so much when it’s only been five minutes?

You feel like that’s pathetic. It was probably pathetic. You should at least give it twenty minutes before you start missing him.

You sigh a third time as you roll over and curl up on the couch.

This was going to be a hard week.

It’s halfway through the week, and you’re pretty sure you’ve never whined more in your life. It was only Wednesday, and you’ve already ruined three different hang outs with friends because you just wouldn’t shut up about missing Jaehyun.

You’re not sure what’s gotten into you, because it’s not like you and Jaehyun haven’t been apart before. Being in the industry he’s in, he’s always so busy, and there’s times where you can only see each other a few days out of the entire month.

This really wasn’t anything new.

But for some reason, you were missing Jaehyun so much. All you wanted was him with you, holding you, touching you.

You have a suspicious feeling that the reason you were missing him so much was because you were just horny. You hadn’t gotten any sort of sex or pleasure from him recently, what with him being so busy with work and preparing for the jungle and KCON. He barely had time to see you, let alone fuck you.

And the worst part was that you could barely even get yourself off. Every time you tried, whether it be late at night when you were trying to touch yourself before sleep, or just sitting watching T.V and you wanted to get off, nothing worked.

There was a huge difference having Jaehyun actually between your legs and just thinking about having him between your legs.

It wasn’t the same, and no amount of thinking about it could get you off. You just ended up getting frustrated and quitting halfway through.

You let out a whine thinking about it. You were deprived, that’s what you were. No wonder you were so mopey and whiney and needy.

A ring from your phone brings you out of your thoughts and you reach for it where it’s sat on the table, sliding the button to answer the call. “Hello…”

“Are you still moping? Y/N, you act like you’ve broken up with the guy!”

You pout. “I am not. I just miss him.”

“I miss my dead cat but you don’t see my moping around in my underwear or whining about her whenever I’m out with my friends, now do you?” You pull your phone away and frown at it. Your friend was stupid.

“That’s not even comparable. I’m hanging up now. I have a date with some chocolate cake and I wouldn’t want to miss it,” you tell her. She groans on the other end.

She wouldn’t understand. She’s never had a boyfriend, especially not a boyfriend like Jaehyun.

“Y/N, come get drinks tonight. It’ll help you forget about Jaehyun for a while-

“Nope. Chocolate cake. Have fun without me!”

And, with that, you hang up. You had already tried hanging out with people, and you knew damn well drinking was just going to increase your emotions two-fold, resulting in you probably crying even worse about Jaehyun. It wasn’t going to work.

Besides, that chocolate cake had your name written all over it.

You’re pretty sure you’re dreaming.

Jaehyun is between your legs, his hands running up and down your thighs while he presses kisses against your skin. You’re moaning, your body sensitive after just waking up. It felt good, it really did, but this couldn’t be real. Jaehyun was in Fiji, or L.A. He was somewhere, somewhere that wasn’t Seoul, that was for sure.

So this had to be a dream. A lucid dream, since you were in such control of yourself.

And, if that was the case, you were definitely going to take advantage of this. You sit up, and move your hands to Jaehyun’s hair, running your fingers through his chocolate brown locks. He looks up at you and smiles, and the image of staring down at him while he’s between your legs sets your skin aflame.

It was fucking hot.

“You’re awake,” he says. You nod your head.

“You’re here,” you reply. “When did you get back?”

“Hour ago. I came straight here.” Jaehyun kisses your thigh again, and then he’s moving to push you back down, touching at your sides, running his hands up them as he comes to straddle you. His hips roll down against yours immediately as he leans down to press his lips to yours.

Your hands come to his hair again, sighing into the kiss as he deepens it. You feel his tongue slip into your mouth, already reaching every crevice in seconds, like he doesn’t have time to explore there like he has plenty of times before. It makes you sigh into the kiss, letting him take over. You distract yourself with the way his hips are starting to roll against yours in a constant motion, the way his hands are trailing up your sides and to your chest, squeezing at your breast.

Every sensation is so wonderful. It’s so good and you feel like you could come eventually from just kissing Jaehyun. You hadn’t gotten anything in a while, so you wouldn’t even mind.

But, Jaehyun has other plans, of course.

He pulls away from you, his mouth trailing kisses up your face to your ear.

“Let me fuck you?” He asks. You nod, sighing in pleasure as he rolls his hips particularly hard against yours.

If Dream Jaehyun wanted to fuck you, you’d let him have whatever he wanted. Dream sex was better than no sex.

He pulls away from you and his hands find your shorts, pulling them down along with your panties. You register that they hit the floor at some point, but your attention is back on Jaehyun when you feel his breath on your clit.

You sit up on your elbows, making eye contact with him as you look down at him between your legs. Your breath hitches looking down at him. This was what you had been thinking about so much lately. Jaehyun between your legs, pleasuring you, sucking at your clit and fingering you into you were a withering mess in front of him.

Really, the thought of having Jaehyun between your legs and actually having him there was not comparable. They were on two separate planes of existence, and the one where Jaehyun was actually there was where you wanted to be.

“Fuck, Jaehyun. Please.”

Jaehyun smiles at you and your words are all he needs before his mouth is on your clit. The action makes you buck up, which just makes Jaehyun hum out in amusement, his hands moving to hold down your hips. He didn’t even know how good it felt to finally have him touching you, pleasuring you, giving you everything you’ve wanted for a week.

He had no fucking idea.

Jaehyun knows something else though, maybe of how much you had wanted him or maybe how much he wanted you, because he’s not gentle at all, his hands pressing so hard that they’ll probably leave bruises, and his mouth sucking your clit in a sort of animalistic way, a way he only ever does it when he really, really, really wants you. It’s ridiculously sexy, and all the sensations are making the knot in your stomach tighten in such a pleasing way, quickly, just what you’ve been wanting.

Then all of a sudden, it stops.

You think maybe this is it, that maybe your dream is over and that you were alone, that Jaehyun really wasn’t there at all giving you what you wanted. You had been dreaming all those wonderful things, and real you was probably on the verge of coming, and now you were awake, any thought of coming or being relieved gone.

But then Jaehyun is above you a moment later, his lips pressing against your neck and leaving hot, open mouthed kisses against your skin.

Okay, that was good. The dream wasn’t over yet.

“Babe, I need to be in you. I can’t wait- I can’t with the foreplay. Will you let me fuck you? Is that okay?” Jaehyun is asking like you’re going to say no, which you absolutely will not. You nod your head and let out a breathy reply.

“Please.”

Jaehyun takes little time stripping, and he doesn’t even bother taking your shirt off or anything else. He clearly doesn’t want to fuss around with that. A moment later he’s pulling out a bottle of lube from what seems like nowhere, and then two fingers are pressing into you, sort of slowly but more rushed than anything. Jaehyun doesn’t want to fuss with this either, you can tell, but he was still sweet enough to take the time to prep you somewhat.

Jaehyun’s fingers pump in and out of you, the pace quickening in record time. His other hand makes circles on your clit, relieving some discomfort that you were feeling. Even if there is some discomfort, you can’t even seem to mind much because Jaehyun was going to fuck you. He was going to be in you, and finally, finally give you what you’ve been missing.

What was discomfort when you were going to have Jaehyun’s dick in you soon enough?

“Fuck, Jaehyun. Babe, I can’t wait-!” You moan out, reaching a hand out for Jaehyun while the other fists in the sheets. He had just pressed a third finger in you after deeming you ready enough, but you couldn’t wait that long. You needed him now, and if the look on his face is anything to go by, he needed you now too.

He pulls his fingers out of you, and positions himself at your entrance. He takes the lube in his hands again, slathering a generous amount over his cock. He circles the tip at your entrance, the feeling making you buck forward. He couldn’t be teasing you at this time when you wanted each other so bad. It wasn’t the time for that, especially when this dream could end any second. Jaehyun needed to get on with it.

“Jaehyun, please,” you beg, bucking your hips forward again. Jaehyun laughs and leans down to press a kiss to your lips. Then another, and another, before he’s kissing up your jaw, to your ear, his voice deep as he speaks to you.

“I’m going to fuck you so good, Y/N. You want that?”

“Fuck, of course I do- no more teasing. I need you. Jaehyun, please.”

“Good. I was hoping you’d say that.”

Jaehyun kisses the shell of your ear before pulling away. He settles his hands on your hips and then focuses back on his cock and you. You sit up on your elbows once more, watching him, waiting, until finally, finally, he’s moving.

Jaehyun presses into you slowly, deliberately, until he’s all the way to the hilt. The look on his face makes you think he knows how this is going to go down, like he knows exactly what he’s going to do.

It was kind of funny, really, because it was the complete opposite of Jaehyun. Whenever you fucked, he never knew what he wanted to do. Other than fuck you, of course. But usually half way through, or even right as you started, your positions would change. He’d move from having you on your back to having you on your stomach, your face pressed into the pillows, or instead of having you ride him, he’d shift so you were laying on your sides and he could fuck you like that.

Suffice it to say, Jaehyun never knew what to do once he had you.

Except this time, because Jaehyun seemed to want you in one place, and that was underneath him, able to see your face.

You were perfectly fine with that, honestly.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Y/N. Feels better than ever.”

You would agree and tell Jaehyun that he felt just as good, but you were too preoccupied with the way he was rolling his hips in a clockwise motion, the movement echoing in you. You fall back against the bed and moan. It had felt like years since you last got some, since you last felt this good.

Too bad it was just a dream and when you’d wake up there’d be no Jaehyun.

You groan in detest and quickly reach your hands out to grab at Jaehyun, but you get distracted with the way one of his hands has moved to your clit, once more rubbing circles there with two of his fingers. They’re rough but feel so fucking good that you abandon touching Jaehyun in favor of gripping at the sheets again. He can’t have his cock in you and touch you like that, making you feel so fucking good. It was illegal.

Jaehyun was illegal.

“Fuck, Jaehyun-! Jaehyun, that feels so good.”

Jaehyun continues with his fingers on your clit as he lets you adjust for a few moments, and before you know it he’s pulling out, teasing at your entrance again. He moans out your name as he pushes back in just as slowly as the first time and you try your best not to squirm in utter pleasure. You’re pretty sure you weren’t going to last long. It wasn’t going to be possible.

You put your focus on Jaehyun’s movements, as he moves out of you again, pushes back in, moves out, pushes in, faster each time, his cock moving in such a delicious way that you can’t even stand. You whine out his name, asking him to move harder. You need it. You need him.

He listens to what you want, pulling out and practically slamming back into you. You moan out his name again and again as his pace continues like that.

Harder.

Faster.

Harder.

You’re moaning out his name. He’s doing the same. His hands are squeezing at your hips again in a way that you know will bruise. And then he’ll see you in the morning with those bruises and fuck you again, and you’ll be moaning out his name just like he likes.

He loves hearing his name come out of your mouth.

“Shit, Y/N, are you close? I need you to- Y/N.”

You whine and your hands clutch at the sheets beneath you tightly, your toes curling as Jaehyun fucks you so hard and so fast and so fucking good. Your body is on fire, your brain short circuiting because all you can think about is Jaehyun, Jaehyun with his cock in you, Jaehyun’s hands on your hips as he fucks you, Jaehyun moving so fast and hard and moaning out your name as he moves, Jaehyun, Jaehyun, Jaehyun.

“Fuck- I’m-!”

You come so suddenly, your body tensing up and your eyes rolling back in such intense pleasure. You can barely register Jaehyun fucking you still, trying to reach his high with you.

You’re happily blissed out, thinking about how good a dream this was. You’re so glad your brain knew what you wanted, knew exactly what to give you when you were missing Jaehyun.

It was the best.

Your brain then registers that Jaehyun has stopped moving above you, his breath coming out in short bursts as his orgasm must have finally hit him too. You reach out a hand to bring his face closer to yours, leaning up to press a soft kiss against his lips. Jaehyun smiles against yours and you stay there like that, coming down from your highs together, exchanging sweet, innocent kisses back and forth.

Minutes later, after enough kisses are traded, Jaehyun is pulling out of you and leading you to your bathroom. He turns on the shower and, after stripping you of the rest of your clothes, brings you inside, pressing you against the wall. His cock enters you in one slick movement as his arms wrap around you, and he starts fucking you once more.

You’re pretty sure the shower does nothing to quiet your moans as Jaehyun fucks you, the angle he’s fucking you from feeling so good, too good, especially since you were still sensitive.

He makes you come in the shower so quickly, helping you ride through your second orgasm with his hand on your clit again, rubbing circles until you can’t take anymore for the moment. Jaehyun comes in you moments later, moaning your name over and over in your ear.

You take a quick shower together, a real one and not sex, with Jaehyun helping you through most of it. You’re too high from the sex to do anything besides lean against your boyfriend.

And then he’s slipping his shirt over you when you’re done and leading you to the kitchen, something about wanting to feed you. He helps you up onto the counter and begins preparing something, but that lasts all of two minutes because Jaehyun’s hands are on your hips again and his mouth is kissing at your neck, kissing and sucking marks and nipping at your skin.

He’s got two fingers in you once more, pumping in and out of you, so nicely and so quickly like they belong there. He scissors you until he feels like you’re prepped enough for him to press his dick in you once more, and when he does it somehow feels better than earlier. It’s thick and hits you in all the right places already, making you let out a strangled whine as you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in his shoulder.

Jaehyun fucks you hard, fast, moaning obscenities in your ear. You can’t help it when you come for the third time.

When he’s on the verge of coming, he moves your head so that you’re knocking your foreheads together, and he’s got a hand on your face, his thumb stroking your cheek as he starts talking, his breath ragged.

“Fuck, Y/N, I love you. I love you so fucking much. You know how much I love you?” He asks. You’re too blissed out to really reply, so he just continues. “I love you, I love you- I missed you so much while I was gone- I couldn’t stop thinking about you. The jungle was- don’t even care. I don’t even care- I’m so glad to be back with you. Y/N, I love you, I love how you feel. Love looking at you and fucking you and fuck- fuck-!”

You come for a fourth time when Jaehyun comes.

Jaehyun doesn’t even bother to finish up with your food and just leads you back to your bedroom, settling you in your bed. He mumbles something about getting sleep, about how when you wake up he’d feed you or something, but you’re getting sleepy from everything that had occurred so you’re not really listening.

You giggle, finding it weird that you were going to fall asleep in your dream. Maybe in dreamland you’d fall asleep, and in the real world you’d be waking up.

It’d be okay at this point. Your brain dreamed you up something amazing.

“Love you, Jae,” you mumble out. Dream Jaehyun deserved to hear that after giving you everything you wanted.

“Love you too, Y/N.”

You wake up in someone’s arms, and an ache in your lower regions. You blink a few times, trying to recollect what might have happened that you ended up with someone, but nothing comes to you.

This was bad. This was so bad. Did you get drunk or something and go out with someone?

The room seems to come into focus then, showing your room in front of you.

Okay. So you didn’t go out. Someone came to you?

That was even worse. You fucked someone else that wasn’t Jaehyun in your bed. How could you? How could you be such a terrible person?

You quickly try and get out of the person’s arms, feeling disgusted with yourself, but they pull you back in the second you try to get away. You whine at them and try again, but once more, it doesn’t work.

You take a new approach and turn around in their arms, wanting to at least see who it was you fucked.

You gasp when you see Jaehyun.

Why was he here? Wasn’t he supposed to be in Fiji? Or L.A? Somewhere else that wasn’t with you? You were glad that he was back and you hadn’t cheated on him with someone else, but, still. Why was he here?

A similar thought comes to your head then, and then everything comes back to you.

You waking up to Jaehyun between your legs, you and Jaehyun fucking, you and Jaehyun fucking again in the shower, Jaehyun tryijng to make you food but fucking you against the kitchen counter before you could even get to it.

Jaehyun looking at you and telling you he loved you over and over again as you came around him.

Your face flushes, remembering his confession from earlier, and it feels like your body is on fire.

You thought that was all a dream.

Cleary, very, very clearly, it was not.

You can’t help it when you shove Jaehyun off the bed with all the force you can muster, embarrassed beyond belief.

He hits the floor with a loud thud, a string of complaints and curses coming from him seconds later. You don’t give him time to get up, quickly scrambling off the bed and onto him, straddling him just as he did yesterday.

“You’re home!” you exclaim. He looks at you with a face full of pain and confusion, and through it, still manages to smile.

“Yeah?” Jaehyun laughs. “I thought we established that yesterday?”

You shake your head. “I thought you were a dream.”

“…are you serious?” You nod your head and sit back, crossing your arms. Jaehyun laughs again, this time at your expression.

“I thought you were still in the jungle or at KCON- listen, I had a rough week, okay? I really thought my mind was letting me fuck you. Like, lucid dreaming, you know?”

“…you really think your dream would come up with me fucking you so much and that confess-

“AH! Don’t mention it!” you say, quickly putting your hand over Jaehyun’s mouth and a hand over your face, too embarrassed to even look at him. You were in a state of bliss when he said it, so you didn’t have time to register how absolutely lovey it was, but now that you were awake and were aware that it was real, you couldn’t take mentioning it.

Jaehyun pulls your hand away from his mouth and he presses a soft kiss to it. “Why are you embarrassed? Did you not like it?”

You whine into your hand. “It was just- it was so sweet and loving and I just…”

You trail off and peek through your fingers to look at Jaehyun. He’s smiling at you with an encouraging smile, and you have to give in. How could you not?

“I loved it,” you admit. Jaehyun smiles bigger and leans up, taking your hand away before kissing you. The kiss doesn’t last long, but you can feel plenty of love from Jaehyun. It makes you want to keep that love around forever.

You certainly didn’t want it wandering off to the jungle again for a week.

“Fuck, don’t leave for so long again, okay? I missed you,” you mumble to Jaehyun when you pull away. He chuckles and suddenly you’re being pushed to the floor, your hands above your head as Jaehyun looks down at you with a predatory gaze.

“Did you miss me in the way that you want me to fuck you for the rest of the day? Or that you want to spend the day being lazy?”

You laugh and don’t hesitate to answer. “Both? Can we do both?”

Jaehyun smiles and leans down to press a kiss to your lips. Short and sweet. “We can do both. But only because you missed me so much.”

#jung jaehyun scenarios #jung jaehyun imagines #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun imagines #nct scenarios #nct imagines #sheep writes #chittaporno #can guarantee it's bad #it might be 4.5k but dont be fooled #length doesn't = good #i lied to you dev it's shit

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beanabouttown · 7 years

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do you have any super fluffy flinthamilton fic recs? its one of /those/ days

do i EVER (yes, yes i do)

super fuffy fic rec list down below! (since you said flinthamilton i have only included james/thomas fic, but let me know if you want some fluffy flinthamiltons fic and i can direct you towards some good stuff!)

Like a ghost. by LittleHouseMouse

It’s the first morning on the plantation after the reunion and Thomas Hamilton is awoken by a sound.

it’s short but sweet and im always here for fic about the first time james and thomas wake up together after the reunion

I Want To Take Care Of You by Magnetism_bind

James is ill and Thomas just wants to look after him.

post-reunion fluff! flashback to london-era fluff! this fic just makes me happy, and it’s got thomas reading to james, which is always a good thing

Moments by TheAssassinsGhost

“'I can’t believe the days turned into years. I hate to see the moments disappear…‘”

15,743 words, 4 chapters, one of my all-time favourites! various snap-shots into james and thomas’ life after leaving the plantation

Reorienting by Palebluedot

“Thomas grabs ahold of his holy apparition with both hands and keeps him there, draws him nearer. Let them hold each other until they both bruise, he thinks fiercely, for tenderness needn’t always step light. Love owes them kind wounds.”

this fucking fic - it’s one of those ‘oh god this is the best fic i’ve read in weeks’ fics. im going to rec a lot of audrey’s fics and they are all as good as this one

Too Fondly to be Fearful by Palebluedot

“A hint of youthful mischief blooms in Thomas’s crow’s-feet as he brushes their toes together beneath the bedcovers.

“Fancy a moment’s fresh air?”James grins.

Outside, the scent of the roses hangs heavy as perfume, mixes sweet with every breath of cool night breeze. Thomas settles next to him on the step, barefoot and smiling, his arm warm around James’s waist.”

james and thomas stargazing in the middle of the night, post-reunion. it’s fucking beautiful and i love it so much

Things That Grow by Palebluedot

“Weeding, pruning, watering – though the tasks seem never-ending, it’s pleasant, welcome labor, working at a gentle pace, James’s voice as constant as the sun on his back, the sweetness of the roses he tends.

~+~+~+~+~

Something of a companion piece to “Too Fondly to be Fearful,” but can easily be read separately.”

james reading to thomas! happy post-reunion fluff!

Pathos and Logos by Palebluedot

He should have been on his way ten lost minutes ago. With a sigh, with a parting kiss to the corner of Thomas’s mouth, James at last rises, and the sheets wind tight around his legs. The mattress dips behind him just as his feet brush the floor, and unseen fingers loosely encircle his wrist, keep him perched on the edge of the bed just long enough for a clinging shadow to press against his back, hold him fast about the waist.

“Stay a moment longer,” comes the sweet whisper in his ear.

happy London-era fluff - thomas trying to stop james leaving the bed. the first day this fic was posted i read it something like ten times

Tactile by Palebluedot

“When Thomas opens his eyes, they stare and stare and seem to shine. “I wondered often how this might look,” he murmurs, pushing an errant lock behind James’s ear, fingers tracing over the shell. He looks down at James, adoration writ plain across his face, warm as the candlelight, and this is all still so strange to James, so new.

~+~+~+~

Inspired by bean-about-townn’s post: “Imagine the first time Thomas sees James’ hair out of its ribbon” and a related conversation with blanketed_in_stars.”

okay basically i should just say at this point that audrey (@brightbluedot) is the queen of fluff

Homecoming by Palebluedot

“That smile grows, and Thomas shall never find the strength to disentangle himself now, so he holds on all the tighter – three months, three months stranded with only the memory of James’s face, God only knows how he survived. But no matter. Now that he’s home, Thomas intends nothing less than to reclaim each and every intimacy the sea stole from them.”

look. if you just ignore the fact that thomas is taken away to bethlem right after this, it’s the fluffiest fic you are ever going to read in your life.

…but if you read it with that in mind, then it will break your heart. so be warned!

Something Old by Palebluedot

““Do you remember the first time I brought you home for Christmas?”

“The only time, you mean.”

Thomas grins, eyes sparkling with a fondness James doesn’t recall that battlefield of a holiday deserving. “Fifteen years later, that’s still one of my favorite memories of you.””

modern au fluff after james and thomas get married!

Eye of the Beholder by Palebluedot

“Open your eyes for me, love,” Thomas reminds him, voice husky, and when he does, the first thing he sees is Thomas’s reflected grin, hungry as the gaze that caresses every inch of skin from James’s parted, panting lips down to his flushed and leaking cock. “Just look at you,” he sighs in James’s ear before he trails imprecise, open-mouthed kisses back down to James’s throat.

~~~

alternatively, that time bean was like “so what if they fucked in front of a mirror” and I was like “shit what if they DID”

i still maintain that this 100% happened at least once. (porn. really, really amazingly written porn. and so very fluffy)

A Stranger at his Door by theflowercrownedking

“Silver comes looking for Flint. Thomas answers the door.”

not one for fans of silver, and i fucking love it. thomas is clever, thomas isn’t expected to forgive silver for selling james into slavery and leaving them both in the plantation, and it ends with james and thomas snuggled up together in bed. what’s not to love? (i saw this fic just when i went to go through my bookmarks on ao3 to make this list, and im gonna be honest with you anon, i read it twice through before i could get back to putting together these recs)

Keeping him Safe by theflowercrownedking

“In which James manages to keep his werewolf nature a secret, right up until the moment he has a nightmare and shifts in Thomas’ arms.”

i mean there’s some angst when it changes to james’ pov, but thomas, as always, is a ray of sunshine who illuminates james’ tragic life and it’s beautiful

The Throes of Fever by theflowercrownedking

“In which James is feverishly sick, and convinced Thomas is an angel sent to care for him.”

…i went to try and find a quote to put here to show how wonderful this fic is, but. it was all so good i couldn’t pick a single thing, which means you will just have to take my word for it!

Cache of Gems: Tumblr Ficlets by AstronautSquid

“An ongoing collection of the occasional short scenes I write for tumblr.

Varying ratings, check the chapter title!”

second chapter is brilliant porn, but the first chapter is fluff and i love it so much - and only partly bc it’s a little bit my fault

i am absolutely happy to read fic of James just staring at the back of Thomas’ head for an hour. who isn’t??

kinky nsfw ficlet 1 by @complaininginthedark

Anonymous asked: for the kink thing - cockwarming, if youre into it? your writing is amazing btw

aaahhhhh thank you so much!!!! I’ve already played with the idea of cock warming for these two simply because I think James is a little touch starved most of the time and is easily overwhelmed and needs grounding a lot. So here is my take on it.

it’s so very fluffy and i love it

“I’ll keep you safe” by @complaininginthedark

bean-about-townn asked: ooh, 66 (“I’ll keep you safe”) for flinthamilton, which would. also be great for aftercare after the reunion (sorry im obsessed with the concept now. ur last fic was too good i can’t stop thinking about it)

aaaaaaaaah i prompted this and it’s still one of my favourite bits of writing in the fandom

Vulnerable by khazadspoon

James needed to feel the sharp sting of his hand, the bite of his teeth, the grip of ropes at his hands and feet.

And Thomas would do anything, anything, to give James peace. Even if that peace was brought through pain.

– Post series, Thomas takes care of James after a rough night. Aftercare and comfort because I love these two too much –

it’s so fluffy and beautiful and it’s one of my all time favourites. no explicit sex, though the implication is there

let it snow, let it snow, let it snow! by NahaFlowers

It’s snowing outside and Thomas wants to go out and play in the snow, despite it being the dead of night. James’s protests are feeble at best - he can’t deny this man anything. Just cute fluff. Written for penflicks on Tumblr.

look. let’s be realistic. it doesn’t get much fluffier than thomas carrying james to bed

Till Death Us Do Part by Palebluedot

And there’s that ache, and there’s that sweetness, and lord, James really would swear in the eyes of God that he cannot bear to live without him, wouldn’t he?

~+~+~+~

Those whom God hath joined together, let no man put asunder: a triptych.

james thinking about marriage in london, nassau, and after the reunion. the first and third parts are the fluffiest fluff ever to fluff, but the middle will break your heart in the best way

Something like Home by enthugger

Sober, James thinks that Thomas Hamilton is brilliant. He is safe and warm and his presence is a soft glow that brightens the ridged structure of James’ mind. Drunk, he believes that Thomas should own the goddamn world.

imagine me making a sound akin to the sound one makes when seeing a particularly adorable kitten, and you’ll get an accurate idea of my reaction to this fic

you are a constellation by ohCaptain (AngryPirateHusbands)

fluffy porn about thomas appreciating james’ freckles, absolutely lovely!

im sure there’s more but im tired now. i hope your day gets better soon anon!

#Anonymous #flinthamilton #james flint #thomas hamilton #black sails

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saltnhalo · 7 years

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11 questions

I was tagged by @ravenscat-tumbler - since I’ve already done one of these, I won’t tag anybody else or make my own questions again, but I’ll answer these questions in case y’all want to know more about little ol’ me ;) (I doubt it haha) thanks Raven! Also, these are some fucking hard questions.

1. When you have some free time, what do you do to pass the time?

I watch a lot of YouTube/Netflix, and I write when I have the motivation (which is not often right now. Instead of motivating me, this Pinefest deadline is slowly destroying my will to live...)

2. What would be something that someone would be surprised to learn about you? Why?

Jeez, man, I dunno. I can’t think of one specifically, so have a bunch of random facts. I’m a red belt (advanced) in karate, I’ve only seen a couple of the Star Wars movies, I’ve only been writing fic for five months, I leased a pony for six months last year (and have been riding for eight years). There you go.

3. If you could master a skill that you don’t have right now, what would it be?

I can’t think of anything that I have no foundation in that I want to master. Anything that I want to get better at, I’m already okay at, so. But I can speak a little bit of German, and I would love to be fluent. That’s probably what I’d choose.

4. How would you survive a zombie apocalypse?

I fucking wouldn’t. Situations like that terrify me/stress me out, because it seems like a life of constant running and fear without a solution, and that is literally the theme of a lot of my nightmares (not in a serious way, don’t worry guys). I would not survive.

5. What is the last lie you told?

While I was answering this, mum asked what I was doing, and I told her I was talking to a friend. So. That.

6. What was the last thing you googled?

“Celsius to Fahrenheit” in an attempt to communicate to my American friend just how much the Australian sun was trying to melt my face off today.

7. What do you think should be taught in school that isn’t already?

HOW TO BE AN ADULT 101. That shit is hard.

8. If you had a “get out of jail free” card, what crime would you commit and why?

This is a tough one, because I am very much a rule-abiding Hufflepuff. I would probably rob a bank or steal something worth a lot of money? Set myself up nicely for life, be able to travel, buy myself a car.

9. What is your favourite piece of writing/art that you’ve done?

I love my babies so much, how could you make me choose? It’s probably a very close race between From Grace and Uniform (my first collab with one of my best friends), and Just Here for a Good Night (my favourite one-ish shot), with Roll With It (my first longfic) coming in a close second/third. But honestly, I like a lot of my fics. I just can’t really separate those three.

10. AU fics or canon fics?

AU all the way. I love to see what aspects of the characters come to the surface when they’re put in different surroundings, and an AU makes it much more character-centric, mostly. As for a fic rec... I have too many bookmarks to just pick one. If you’d like a rec for a specific kind of fic, or just in general, let me know! (this goes for anybody reading this :) )

11. What question do you hate getting asked?

“Do you know what you’re going to do with your degree(s)?”

Have you fucking seen our economy, Karen? I have no idea what jobs are going to be available in three years. Just let me study in peace, that’s a problem for future Emma.

Hope you’re happy, @ravenscat-tumbler! Those were seriously tricky. See my first 11 Qs post here, and feel free to answer any of those questions (@everyone), or hit me up for a chat! Especially all of my new followers. Where did you come from? Why? I am so confused. But still. All my followers: come say g’day! Or just hello, I’m not picky.

#emma speaks #tag game

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tiedtogetherwithadagger · 7 years

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Kat’s Fic Recs: Firefighter!Derek

for @thetokenhuman

Through Fire by hazelNuts (G 1,482)

xtremefangirling asked,"‘you’ve just been saved from a burning building and you’re begging to go back in to save your pet cat’ au - sterek - that cat has been by stiles' side since forever and his mom give it to him and even tho he's old and almost blind please save him"

Across From My Heart by stilesxlydiaxderek (2,551)

Derek's apartment is across from Stiles' and Derek ran into Stiles' place with a baseball bat because Derek heard him screaming, but everything was actually okay, Stiles is just a actor practicing for an audition and wants to know if it was really that good.

In which Stiles annoys Derek multiple times and Derek wants to kill him and kiss at the same time.

Four Times Derek Saved Stiles From A Spider by ShadowPatronus (E 4,110)

Stiles has arachnophobia and Derek is always there to rescue him.

Burned At The Edges by MelodramaticSalad (T 4,129)

Stiles and Derek work in emergency services. Stiles is the lead Paramedic on his team and Derek is the Lieutenant of his fire squad. As fiances, some days tend to end up harder than others. When the one he loves nearly dies in the field, Stiles realizes just how precious life can be.

Summer changes by lightsfillthesky (4,203)

Who said life altering decisions couldn't be made in an afternoon?

For A Good Cause by Mysenia (T 4,350)

Stiles is going to go broke but at least it's for a good cause, right? It has absolutely nothing to do with the hot firefighter holding the collections bucket, it is all for the charity that Stiles finds himself back at the ATM - for the third time - taking out another $20.

Silver by ericaismeg (G 4,612)

Peter tells Derek to go through the remaining items that they'd packed up after the Hale fire years ago. That's how Stiles finds him one day.

But it's okay, because he takes him to Build-a-Bear and discovers that Derek's still a kid at heart. It's really cute.

This Is a Gift, It Comes With a Price by wirewrappedlily (M 6,199)

Stiles smiled, almost breathless as Derek walked towards him, black hair awfully fluffy, just slightly wavy and shining, still damp. Derek probably had panties being thrown at him, really. Stiles himself felt an aborted wave of want. But that wasn't what he'd just time travelled for.

Love on the fourth floor by IdontlikeIobsess (T 6,411)

It's not really Stiles' fault if the first person he meets when he moves in his new apartment is a hot fireman. He decides to leave a note under his door.

Fighting the Fires of Rivalry by demonicweirdo (T 6,748)

Derek spotted him and raised an eyebrow. “I don't know what they teach you at the academy – if the teach you anything at all – but I doubt you know how to fight fires.” Stiles glared at him. “The fire's already fought, moron, so why are you here, huh?” he challenged. Derek sighed. “I'm a Fire Marshal, Stilinski. I investigate fires.” Stiles pulled a face. “Well I'm a detective. I investigate... like, everything.”

everybody loves good neighbors by stilinskisparkles (M 7,662)

What about an "everything run-down and suddenly a guy falls through the ceiling; now there's a hole in the ceiling of my bedroom"-AU thing? c:

Run Stiles, Run by justiceandmight (T 9,385)

Stiles runs a race, and runs into love.

(More like, Derek Hale and his awesome Jedi costume makes Stiles trip face-first into love. Stiles scrapes his elbows and knees, and probably his dignity along the way. Which sucks. Ugh, stop laughing Scott, this is serious.)

stop, drop, and roll by thepsychicclam (M 12,237)

Stiles knows he's in trouble when he invites the Beacon Hills Fire Department into his third grade classroom and he can't stop staring at a certain scruffy fireman. But after the third graders take a field trip to the fire station and participate in the fire department's holiday canned food drive, Stiles can't ignore his crush any longer.

New Orleans by Handsofred (12,891) Zombie AU

‘’What is your name?’’ Opening his eyes again, he stared across at the kid to see him huddled in his blanket again, eyes glowing almost golden in the candle light as he stared back. ‘’mines Stiles’’

‘’Derek’’ He answered softly after a pause, he didn’t normally let himself find names out, getting to know someone’s name meant getting attached and he didn’t want that with the way the world currently was. He watched as Stiles nodded and lowered himself down to sleep, his eyes closing before Derek was wetting his lips and scratching at his jaw, the length of his stubble was starting to form in to a beard, the thought of shaving being saved to morning. ‘’why California?’’ He found himself asking.

‘’My dad’’ Stiles admitted as he shifted up on to an elbow to look back, his own eyes dropping to play with his long fingers, ‘’and my friend Scott,he’s a werewolf like you too’’ He mentioned as Derek nodded. ‘’I was meant of gone with him but I had things which I still needed to do before I could leave and then all this happened just two days before I was due home.’’

Emergency Love by Kedreeva (E 13,595)

Wherein Derek is a firefighter and Stiles is a paramedic, and they just keep meeting.

Not So Much Coffee and Books as it is Hot Chocolate and Erotica by knaval (G 15,783)

AU in which Stiles is an erotica novelist, and Derek is the sexy fireman he daydreams about. He sees Derek daily at the coffee shop, writing out his fantasies about Derek, basically Derek is his muse. All goes well until Derek starts talking to him and trying to read his books. Little does Stiles know, Derek is already a fan of his books.

Counting (On You) by DivinusQualia (T 15,985)

After Scott and Allison are killed in a car accident, Stiles becomes their children's guardian. He moves from his comfortable life in LA to Beacon Hills, still connected to his friends and family who support him. His grief draws him closer to something he thought he left behind.

An Abundance of Dereks by Poedhamerons (T 20,692)

Stiles Stilinski realised he had a problem after his eighteenth Derek decided to break up with him.

this dance of days by imprintofadream (imprint_of_a_doe) (M 27,972)

He feels like the world stuttered to a halt and started rotating the other direction within the past few days, like the fire burned brighter only to push him into his proper place. Three days ago, he had no idea werewolves existed, had no idea Derek could be anyone other than Hale, and now he knows how it feels to be pressed up against him, knows how awkward Erica’s sideburns are, knows with absolute certainty that being taken off fire relief duty won’t tear him away from this group.

But fires have always been dangerous and unpredictable.

Pain that Follows... Joy that comes After by Sinlesschick6 (M 33,748)

AU. Stiles Stilinski was cursed with the ability to remember everything in his life. With the amount of pain and hardships that he has been through, it's hard to see any of the good. If there was any at all. Okay, so maybe there was, but that was before his mother died- which he blames his child self for.

Now he is an adult- separated from the world and those he cares about. He makes his living as a freelance artist, best known for his tragic works. It isn't until he has a run in, literally, with firefighter Derek Hale that he begins to see his ability as a gift rather than a curse.

#firefighter!derek #my fic rec #sterek fic rec #sterek fic recs #sterek fics #sterek fanfic #sterek #this got so much longer than i was intending it to oops #anyways a lot of these are on my to read list #that i will start...#now #thetokenhuman

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