#anyway imma try and fucking write the fic again

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

i still love my other babies [kcs] BUT THESE TWO FUCKERS [Celia & Cecio] HAVE A IRON FUCKING HOLD ON ME RN [Elena does too but i have no issues with that<3333 arty plant sapphic<33 who is up for murder<33]

tbh Cecios the one that grabs me and tells me to draw him. MY GUY I AM TRYING TO WRITE YOUR FUCKING WOTR FIC AND DO YOUR PLAY-THROUGH. but hes all 'no draw me looking pretty' and i fucking do. clown ass shit.

[whorediaries-09]

girl here's ur request again bc you probably lost it in the amazing algorithm of tumblr. i still do it for you, babe 🩷 sirius black x reader fic with somnophilia and choking? pretty please with a cherry on top? also, WE MIGHT JUST GET AWAY WITH THIS RELIGION'S IN YOUR LIPS EVEN IF IT'S A FALSE GOD

i didn't loose your previous request(s) my love, i was planning to post them on the valentine's week. anyways that is quite beside the point because imma write this one too. enjoyy.

streets;

pairing- sirius black x reader warning(s)- 18+ content. (let me know if i should add more) a/n- set during ootp, cause i CANNOT resist dilf sirius 😔. sorry not sorry haha.

the slut club

no final fantasy, can we end these games though? you give me energy, make me feel light weigh

it was a nefariously lustful dream. you grinded against the hard object that provided you the friction against your pussy. a sinful sleepy groan left your mouth. you could feel the hotness creep under your skin as you felt your stomach tug with the familiar coil of ecstasy. you felt yourself arch against nothing, trying to let the coil boiling inside you snap, drive you to an edge of insanity.

it the fire in your nerves felt more real than a dream. it was like a consuming blue flame. you could feel the warmth of the musk infused breathe on your neck. you could feel the rough callousness of his hands across the skin of your thighs. you could feel the cold metal of his rings slide across your hot skin, rubbing over your inner thighs. it felt too real to be a dream.

'open your pretty eyes for me love, i need to see your eyes when i make you cum,'

your eyes fluttered open, when it finally dawned upon you. you met the gray eyes you'd been dreaming about. you met the warmth of the body you'd been wanting. you met the touch you'd been dreaming about. you met the one who's name rolled off your tongue with the sweetest sin of pleasure.

'sirius?' you asked, fazed, as his fingers roamed on your clit through your underwear. he leaned closer to you, simultaneously pulling you closer, shuffling on your sheets, barring his pearly white teeth. his knees locked themselves on the either side of your waist, keeping you in place. he took out his fingers from between your thighs, sucking his digits off your arousal. that earned him a guttural moan from your mouth.

'i've heard you moan my name so many times before. when you get your pretty mind dumb with dirty thoughts and play with yourself,' he said, a glimpse of malice in his stormy gray eyes. your heart burned in anticipation. the line between your dreams and reality crashed, when he wrapped his hands around your waist, manhandling you to sit on him, your knees on the either side of his hips.

you felt his growing erection through his pants on your wet core. his well defined pectorals had intricate designs of tattoos inked upon traced thin lines of healed wounds. the thin strands of gray hair hidden between raven locks reflected under the moonlight.

heinously, he grabbed your throat, his fingers pressing lightly on your arteries. he pulled you closer, so your mouth was in line with his lips. he smiled coyly, as if mocking you.

'tell me what you want,' you whimpered as you felt him buck his hips your clothed core. hotness of euphoria lust crept under your skin. he brushed his lips with yours, increasing the force on your artery with each passing second.

'i need you to fuck me,' you whispered. the embarrassment of the situation had dissipated. it was just the bubbling covet of bliss which simmered into every inch of your body.

so when he captured your lips with his teeth, dissolving you into his very soul, devouring you while ripping apart your underwear, your head was fazed. your fingers tugged at the waistband of his pants, freeing out his cock. he pushed himself inside you, stretching you out perfectly, causing a broken moan for him to swallow. he increased the force on your throat, blocking your supply of oxygen.

he thrusted into you, blurring the lines between the real and the fake. the summer air cooled upon your hot skin, as the hair on his pelvis rubbed on your clit. you felt yourself melt with his touch as he thrusted into you. he left your lips, a string of saliva connecting your kiss bitten lips.

you chanted his name like a fucking mantra, your moans and whimpers broken by the force of his hand around your throat. the cool metal of his rings contrasted against your hot skin. you lost yourself into cloud nine, in his heaven like eyes. he was a drug, a dream an overdose of sinful heaven.

it was sweetness and danger, when you felt the coil of orgasm bubble inside you again. your mind was dizzy with the lack of oxygen. you rolled your hips, as his cock hit your sweet spot just right. the scream got caught in your throat, and you rolled your eyes. you felt your toes curl, and thighs shake as your euphoric pleasure hit you. you clenched your walls around his cock, releasing your juices on his stomach.

he pounded into you, his hand leaving your throat, as you came down from the high, your lungs savoring in the supply of air. you hid your face into the crook of his neck, sinking your teeth into the soft flesh. you heard his soft gasps and felt his cock twitch inside you. you rolled your hips, urging him to release himself inside you. he bit your shoulder, as he came, painting your insides with hot ropes of cum.

the final fantasy had melted into a reality, as you fell beside his heaving body, your thighs slick and sticky.

[madzlang]

Hi! Could you please write about Fem! Reader x Peter B? (NSFW) I would love it if it could include fluff and age gap, thank you 🥺❤️

i’m mixing two requests together so i can kill two birds with one stone

the second request was “can you write another peter b parker fic ?? 🫣” so imma do that

anyway, thank you both for requesting 😘😘

Big, Pretty Eyes

peter b parker x fem!reader

warnings: age gap (reader is 19 and peter is 30 something), cheating, soft dom peter, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex

“Oh! And look at this one!” Peter held out his phone in front of Miguel as they walked towards the cafeteria, with Mayday perched on Miguel’s shoulder. “Oh! And this one-“

“Peter. May is right here, I do not need to see pictures of her.” Miguel spoke lowly, a constant tone of sass and annoyance in his voice.

Peter just brushed him off, pulling up more photos. “Yeah, but you don’t see her eating spaghetti right now, do you? Like, look at this-“

He was cut off once more as Jess walked up to them. “The new recruit is here, Miguel.” She hummed out, looking behind her as if she was ready to introduce someone, but there was no one there, making her scoff and look around.

“Kid!” She yelled, clapping her hands to get the attention of a girl who was patting Web-slinger’s horse.

Said girl jumped and looked around, scurrying over. “Sorry, Jess.” She said sheepishly, tugging off her white and pink mask, revealing her face that Peter finally focused on after having his eyes glued on how her (adorably pink and white) spider suit clung to her body

He swallowed harshly, plucking Mayday off of Miguel’s shoulder as she started reaching for the new stranger.

“This is the boss man I was telling you about, kid.” Jess introduced, nodding at Miguel.

A smile grew on her face as she held her hand out. "Hi, Mr. Miguel, I'm-" She cut herself off after seeing the small baby in Peter's arms. "Oh. My. Goodness. That is the cutest baby I've ever seen." She cooed, holding her hands out for Mayday. "Can I hold her?" She asked, looking up at Peter with big, doe eyes.

He just stared for a moment before nodding. "Oh. Oh, yeah." He handed Mayday over, watching as the girl scooped the baby up into her arms.

"You are just the cutest, honey." She giggled, playing with Mayday's red hair. "What's her name?" She looked back up at Peter with those big, pretty eyes that made all the blood rush from his head down to his cock.

"Uh, May. Mayday." He mumbled, shaking his head slightly and tying his robe up in the front to hide his boner that was practically being strangled through the thin material of his spider suit.

"She's adorable." She complimented, bouncing Mayday while still looking up at Peter with those big, pretty eyes.

Those same big, pretty eyes that had his hand wrapped around his cock later that night, while imagining those big, pretty eyes looking up at him with her mouth wrapped around his dick.

Also those same big, pretty eyes that lead to him fucking MJ later that night, imagining her beneath him instead of this wife.

The next day Peter walked around the spider society with Mayday in his arms, trying to avoid the colours pink and white at any cost, not wanting to be reminded of the young girl he met yesterday.

He groaned under his breath slightly when he heard Jess’s voice calling out to him. He stopped walking and turned around to face her, grumbling ‘fuck’ under his breath when he saw the girl standing behind Jess, her hands behind her back and mask off, showing off her pretty eyes that made Peter want to run to the nearest bathroom. But instead he just walked over and greeted Jess with a smile and a bounce of Mayday who immediately started reaching for the younger girl again.

He looked to her before passing her the baby, making a large smile grow on her face as she took Mayday and played with her.

Now, Peter really did try and pay attention to what Jess was saying. He really did. But all he could focus on was how the younger girl played with his daughter and how her lips puckered to kiss the baby’s chubby cheeks.

“Peter? You paying attention?” Jess asked, raising her eyebrows.

Peter inhaled and nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, of course.”

“Hm. Sure.” She hummed, taking Mayday into her arms making her whine and start to fuss. “Have fun, Peter.” She nodded and walked off with the whining baby in her arms.

“What?” He mumbled under his breath before looking over at the girl as she was bouncing on the balls of her feet.

“Jess said you gotta show me around for the day..” She smiled sweetly.

“Ah, thanks.” He mumbled, cursing himself for not listening and making up some excuse as to why he couldn’t because now he had to spend all day with the subject of his fantasies for the past 24 hours.

He nodded his head to the side and started walking, a faint smile on his lips as he saw her skip next to him.

“I know I kept saying it yesterday, but your daughter really is adorable.” She giggled out, looking around.

“Thank you.” He smiled, and tried to force out the words ‘she gets it from her mother’ but couldn’t.

She looked at his hand as he scratched the back of his neck.

“You’re not married?” She asked softly, making him look at his hand and put it in his robe pocket so she couldn’t see the tan line from where his ring usually is.

“Um, nope.” Peter wasn’t exactly sure why he left his wedding ring off that morning. Or why he took it off considering he hadn’t once in the past year.

She bit her lip and looked at him. “You got a girlfriend or something?”

“Nope. Divorced.” He wasn’t exactly sure why he lied then either. Well, he technically knew why, but he wasn’t sure why M.J was suddenly the last thought on his mind.

“Oh. I’m sorry. Mayday’s mother?” He nodded in response and shrugged.

“It’s okay. You didn’t ruin our marriage, you don’t need to apologise.” He laughed slightly and couldn’t stop the thought of how she really could be the end of his marriage entering and running around his mind.

“Yeah, I guess.” She smiled and shrugged.

Peter looked around, furrowing his brows when he saw where they were.

“Well, uh, these are bedrooms for when we get back from a particularly hard mission and can’t make it home or have to recover from injury or something.” He said, opening a door so she could look in the bedroom. He looked her up and down as she walked in, his eyes staying on her ass for a few moments.

“Miguel really decked these out, huh?” She giggled, jumping onto the bed and laying in it.

“Yeah, he did. It’s a shame they aren’t used too often. Well, not really for their purpose anyway.” He shrugged, leaning on the now closed door.

“What purpose?” She asked, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, looking up at him.

His cheeks erupted in a blush as he looked to the ground.

“Well.. you know?” He spoke awkwardly, looking at her only to see a confused expression on her face.

“Like.. oh god. I didn’t think I’d have to have the talk for a couple years yet.” He groaned and move to sit on the bed next to her.

“Ohhh. Like… sexual purposes?” She muttered. “Why here, though?” She furrowed her brows, kicking her feet.

“I’m not sure. I guess sexual desire might be more strong in us compared to a regular human.” He shrugged. “I’m not really sure. I haven’t exactly done it.”

“Why? Cause you’re always carrying around Mayday?” She giggled, bumping his shoulder with hers.

He laughed too, shaking his head.

“I guess I just never had someone to do it with.” And I have a wife he thought but didn’t say, just looking up at her from where he was looking at the ground, only to find her already looking at him with those big, pretty eyes.

“Your eyes are so pretty.” He blurted out before he could stop it. His own eyes widened as he processed what he said. “Uh- i- I mean-“

“Thanks.” She giggled cutting him off as her cheeks turned red.

He inhaled, looking her up and down as they sat next to each other on the edge of the bed, their shoulders touching.

He debated with himself for a few moments before he brought a hand up and cupped her jaw, giving her time to pull away before he pressed his lips to hers. But she didn’t. She didn’t pull away. Instead her hands gripped his robe and kissed him back.

He groaned into her lips, his free hand gripping her waist.

He broke away from her lips after a few moments, a dark blush on both of their faces.

"Shit. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." He groaned, burying his head into his hands.

"Hey, no, it's okay." She reassured in her sweet voice.

"No it's not. You're so much younger than me." And I have a wife and child he wanted to say.

"I didn't mind it. I wouldn't have kissed you back if I wasn't okay with it." She put her hand on his thigh, rubbing softly.

He removed his hands from his face, looking over at her, seeing those big, pretty eyes looking over at him.

"Can.. can I kiss you again?" He asked nervously.

She giggled and nodded.

He inhaled deeply before surging forward and pressing their lips together. It was a sweet kiss, which surprised him greatly. He thought the raging boner he had would make him a sexual deviant and fuck her brains out, but he just wanted to take care of her.

Although he didn’t immediately press her into the (comfy) mattress and fuck her, the little whimper she let out when he gripped her thigh made him want to bust in his sweatpants.

He groaned into her lips before gripping both of her thighs and shuffling up the bed, softly putting her down on it so her head was on the pillow. He hovered above her, one of his hands playing with her hair that was sprawled out on the pillow.

“Pretty girl.” He mumbled making her giggle and look away. “Hey, hey, don’t look away, sweetheart. Wanna see those pretty eyes.” He gripped her chin and turned her head back towards him. “There she is.” He kissed the tip of her nose.

He trailed his hand down her body, rubbing across the spandex suit, making sure to pay extra attention to her tits before trailing his hand down her tummy and to her plush thighs.

“So perfect.” He mumbled, settling between her thighs to rub his thumb across the warmth he felt between her legs. “Can- can I take-“

He couldn’t even finish before she was sitting up and reaching behind her back to peel her suit off. As it reached her hips, he tugged it down the rest of the way, dropping it to the ground.

He sat up on his knees, just admiring her body. Her perfect curves. Her big, pretty eyes.

He quickly dove his head in between her legs to ignore the growing feeling of affection he felt towards her, pushing MJ even further into the back of his mind. He relished in the whiny, breathy moan that erupted from her mouth as he flicked his tongue over her clit.

He moved down to focus on her entrance, purposefully pressing his nose into her clit as her circled her entrance with his tongue, slowly working it in.

She let out another moan as he thrusted his tongue in and out of her, his nose brushing against her puffy clit.

“Oh, please, Peter!” She whined loudly, gripping the bedsheets as he slowly pressed his index finger into her to replace his tongue as he moved back up to suck on her clit.

“What, pretty girl? Tell me what you want.” He grumbled into her clit, flicking it with his tongue as he pressed his middle finger inside of her and started to curl them.

“Want- want to cum, Peter! Your mouth is so good!” She whimpered out, tugging on the bedsheets.

“Hmm, cum for me. Cum on my face. In my mouth, pretty girl.” He grumbled, thrusting his fingers inside of her.

She whimpered as the coil in her tummy started getting tighter.

Her back arched as she came over his face, her legs shaking. He slowly thrusted his fingers inside of her to help her ride through her orgasm.

He kept moving his fingers until she pushed his head away from her with an overstimulated whine.

He shuffled up the bed and laid beside her, sticking his fingers inside her mouth.

“You taste so good.” His words were muffled through his fingers as he sucked on them, his eyes practically rolling into the back of his head at the taste of her.

She bit her bottom lip as she watched him, feeling the heat pool in her tummy again.

As soon as he took his fingers out of his mouth, she pushed his robe off of his shoulders, throwing it to the ground before doing the same with his sweatpants then his own spandex suit.

“Fuck.” He breathed out, watching her tug his clothes off.

He softly pushed her shoulders back, stabilising himself over her with his arms on either side of her head.

“You sure you want this?” He mumbled, moving a hand down to position his hard dick at her entrance.

“So- so sure.” She whined softly, looking down to in between her legs so she could see him push in.

He nodded, chewing on his lip as he slowly pushed the tip in, immediately groaning at the feeling, his head burying into her neck, hearing the loud whine she let out.

He closed his eyes and held back the feeling of wanting to cum right away.

“Please- please move, Peter.” She whined, pulling him out of his daze and making him realise he was barely inside of her.

He groaned and nodded, pushing himself in further until he got halfway. “So tight, pretty girl.” He mumbled into her neck more pushing in further.

He slowly pushed in until he got to the base, his small tuft of pubic hair pressing against her pubic bone.

“Oh god!” She moaned, her arms wrapping around him, her nails digging into his back.

“That’s it.” He mumbled, slowly moving his hips back before pushing back into her.

“So pretty. So gorgeous. Feel fantastic wrapped around my dick.” He mumbled into her neck, letting out a small whimper as she clenched around him.

She moaned, her head falling back into the pillows as he thrusted back in after pulling out until she was wrapped only around his tip.

“Oh! You- you feel so good. Fillin’ me up so good.” She whined, her back arching as he trailed his hand down her body and rubbed her clit as he increased his pace.

“Please, Peter.” She whined loudly, her nails digging even more into his back.

“What? What, pretty girl? What do you want me to do for you?” He grumbled, thrusting his hips inside of her, nuzzling his nose into her neck.

“Oh, please, please.” She whined again.

“God, you don’t even know what you want, huh? Just want me, don’t you?” He grinned, kissing her pulse point.

She whimpered and nodded her head. “Just- just need you.”

“That’s it.” He mumbled, morning when he felt her clench on him after he rubbed her clit even more.

“God, you gonna cum on my cock, pretty girl?” He mumbled, pressing kisses all over her neck.

She whined and nodded enthusiastically, dragging her nails down his back.

“Cum, baby.” He groaned, sucking on her neck.

“What- what about you? Wanna cum at the same time as you.” She whined.

“Just feeling you clench around me will be enough for me to bust, pretty. Just cum. Cum all over my dick, pretty.” He mumbled into her ear making her leg out a high pitched moan.

Her legs started shaking as she came, her pussy clenching tightly around him, making him whimper.

“I-I can cum in you, right?” He moaned making her nod.

“Please.” She whined making him moan and cum inside of her, letting out a shudder as he felt the warmth of his own cum surrounding his dick in her tight pussy.

A few moments later he pulled out, watching his cum leak out of her. He pressed kisses up her tummy, to her ribs, to her chest, her collarbones, up her neck, then finally to her lips.

“My pretty girl.” He mumbled against her lips.

“Y’know I uh, I don’t blame you.” Peter heard Miguel say to him from behind him in the cafeteria line, breaking him out of his stare at the younger girl playing with his daughter.

“Huh?” Peter asked, turning to the huge man, seeing him already holding his box of empanadas. “What’re you talking about?”

“I had cameras installed in the recovery rooms after I heard what was happening in them.” Miguel said with a grin on his face.

Peter’s mouth turned dry at the man’s words. “Uh- uh- what?”

Miguel rolled his eyes, grumbling something in Spanish. “Don’t act dumb. I saw what happened the other day.”

“Please-“ Peter tried to beg but Miguel cut him off.

“I won’t say anything to MJ. Promise. Like I said; I don’t blame you. I would too if I got a chance.” He shrugged before leaving the line, empanada box in hand.

[rafyki]

Curious about Valdangelo headcanons? Please?

You should know I've been wanting to write a valdangelo fic for a while now, so imma go a lil wild with this ask lmao

It got long, so under read more~

I think they grow somehow close on the Argo II - not in the "they're friends" sort of way, but in the "somehow they understand each other even without really knowing each other way". Because they're pretty similar, you know - they're both hiding, always hiding part of themselves, and pretending pretending and pretending. Somehow, they know that the other one is the only one who really sees them on the ship - Nico can see that Leo feels left out, that he feels like the seventh wheel, can see that his humor and bubbly personality is as much as a farse as his own stand-offish and closed off attitude.

Leo is kinda the same - he's scared of Nico at first, of course he is, but then it's like he realizes that the way ppl treat him, the ostracization he's going through and his closing in himself, remind him way too much of himself.

They're kind of a mirror to each other - they take one look at each other and they're like 'oh fuck this guy might understand me', but they don't want to be understood at first, you know. They want to keep hiding.

Except that- it's the two of them on a ship full of couples and somehow they end up together. It's during guard duty, bc ofc they get paired up. And it's?? Strangely comfortable?? They stay silent and it doesn't feel forced, it feels strangely nice. Leo has no need to pretend with Nico, and Nico finds Leo's presence weirdly calming. So they start actively seeking each other's company out. Not really a proper friendship, but something close to that.

(lemme stop here with this or this will get like 6k words long lmao)

(anyway, this is how it starts)

The way they get together is kind of a mess (bc of course it is). They kiss, bc neither of them has had their first kiss yet and like 'we're buddies ofc we should help each other out with this kind of things!'. It makes sense, in a way. Also, Nico really wants to know what kissing feels like, so what's better than trying it out with his friend?

Makes sense, yes. Except that it doesn't , bc was he supposed to like it that much? Probably not. Maybe it was just bc it was the first kiss, you know, he didn't know what to expect and he was too excited - yeah, that must be why he liked it so much. Better try it again to see if it really is that good right? Right.

(this is what's going on in both of their heads, ofc)

And so, they're friends. Who kiss sometimes.

Leo is used to have crushes. He gets crushes so easily, and just as easily they go away. His crushes are a flash in the pan - they hit him all at once, and then all at once he realizes it's stupid and it goes away, replaced by something else. He thinks it might be his ADHD brain who doesn't allow him to focus on anything or anyone for longer that five seconds.

He's waiting for his crush on Nico to go away. He expects it to happen, expects to wake up one day, look at him and go back to see him as nothing more than a good incredible fantastic friend. He expects to find some other pretty guy or girl who will steal his attention this time too.

It doesn't happen. He can't look at anyone but Nico.

As for Nico, Nico is the opposite. He has only had one crush in his whole life, and it had felt life consuming, like it had been eating him up on the inside. That's why it takes him a while to realize he likes Leo like that. His feelings for Leo are soft and fuzzy, they make him feel good and nice about himself, he doesn't want to run away when he's with Leo (and isn't that a beautiful feeling?). Leo makes him smile and laugh and makes Nico feel so light, he didn't even know he still had it in him to feel like that. So at first he doesn't even understand that what's he's feeling is a crush.

Of course when they both finally realize that yes oh my god it's a crush and no it's not going to go away, they panic. They panic and they avoid each other because they don't know what to do, this wasn't supposed to go like this! Why is it so complicated! They don't talk to each other for days and it's miserable for the both of them.

(of course it take some intervention by their friends to help them out)

(actually, everyone thought they were already together. They're the 'they're the last to know they're already dating' kind of ship)

(again, lemme stop here with this, bc this is already getting long lmao)

Sometimes, often, Leo speaks in Spanish. He does it without even realizing it - when he does it with other people, they usually point it out and make him repeat himself in english. Nico though, Nico is Italian and speaks the language, and Spanish and Italian sound so much alike he can basically understand most of what Leo says. So he understands, and whenever Leo speaks in Spanish, Nico replies in Italian, and so they have these whole conversations in two different languages. People looking at them from the outside are like 'wtf', but it's their thing, you know.

They call each other the sweetest and sappiest pet names in Spanish and Italian, it's almost a challenge for who can find the most romantic and tooth-rotting ne to call the other.

(they start to call each other pet names even before properly getting together, which is part of the reason why everyone thought they were already together)

THIS GOT LONG OMG I should stop here lmao I definitely need to write a fic

Thank you so much for the ask!!! 💕

[archivxx]

A birthday fic for @h3artilly

Hope you have an amazing day!!! Since I know you love Matt and I need an excuse to write him…🤗🤗

(Not gonna lie doing this for me too..)

“Augh. Dude?!” Doug Remer x Reader

Genre: Fluff.

Style: Oneshot

Context: Coop is tired of your doting😒

Yeah, Doug was a bit of a jokester. Okay, a lot of a jokester. He found even the dumbest of situations hilarious. There was never really a dull moment with Doug. But his jokes never really made it through when it came to your doting. He found it far to cute to joke about.

In fact when it came to you he found it almost impossible to make a joke about you. Even after you’d asked him once, he couldn’t. This, to you, was one of his cutest qualities. Such a dork.

Which is why you found yourself sat on his lap with your feet dangling over the edge of the couch arm. You arms snaked around his waist, his around yours. And your head lay against his chest, listening to the rhythmic pumping of his heart. He was watching last nights game, taking notes of psych outs that worked and didn’t work. He was clearly deep him thought. A deep crease sunk between his brows, his eyes narrow in thought. Chewing on his cheek, like he normally would when he was thinking.

You couldn’t help but let yourself stare. To you, no man really came close with looks. He was the absolute when it came to looks, or that was your opinion anyway. But something about the way he was lost in concentration, the look on his face, was so unconventionally appealing to you. You almost had to physically fight yourself to stop yourself from smothering him in kisses. In stead you opted for satisfying yourself and not looking totally insane by placing one kiss on his cheek.

This immediately snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked at you. Stared at you for a few beats, clearly trying to organise his thoughts, before cupping your cheek and pulling you in for a kiss.

The kiss lasted far longer than you were expecting it to. Not that you minded it. When you pulled from each other, he started staring at you again, his eyes had found a new light, one that could only really be described as love.

“Sorry you just looked cute.” you tried to explain, if it was anyone else, he would have laughed in your face but because it was you, those 5 words flustered him. He was starting to go a deep red, the butterflies in his stomach flapping, hard. You were about to kiss him again when an infamous “augh!” cut you off.

“Augh. Dude?! Sick!” You looked in the direction of the voice to be met with Coop, his mouth was scrunched in a grimace as he stared at the two of you. “Do you mind taking the PDA elsewhere?!”

You scoffed at this, you and Coop didn’t hate each other, not at all, in fact you were close friends before you got with Remer. If anything Coop was the sole person responsible for this relationship you had with Doug. The issue Coop had was that you and him had been friends for so long it was like watching his younger sibling make out with his best friend. “Coop, if you can’t fucking handle it then fuck off. And PDA? It’s not PDA since we’re inside the the house, there’s no public.”

“Me!! I’m public.” He rolled his eyes and dramatically sat back on the couch. If there was anything distinctive about Coop and Remer it would be their dramatics. Everything was a big song and dance with the both of them. Just like Coop, after 3 years still couldn’t handle the thought of you and Remer.

You sighed at looked at Doug, who was still staring at you. When you finally caught his eyes, and they locked on with yours, you couldn’t help but smile which, as any cliche, made Doug smile too. Your heart squeezed.

You could feel Coops eyes boring into you. It was making you a little anxious. You rolled your eyes and got up, “Imma go get a drink, either of you want anything?” Cooper shrike his head but Doug craned his neck up to look at you, his eyes looked pleading.

“Can you get me a beer?”

“Of course I can, love.” You nodded and placed a kiss on his forehead before heading into the kitchen.

Once Cooper was sure you were gone he sat up, staring daggers at Doug. Doug obviously noticed and looked at him, confusion written all over his face.

“Dude what’s up—”

“Don’t “dude what’s up” me. Do you mind not kissing Y/N like that around me. It’s sickening.” Doug obviously knew that Coop didn’t like you, he wasn’t protective in a competitive way, in fact he knew how much it pissed him off in an overprotective brotherly way, which is what motivated him to say;

“Dude, you know I fucked her so hard last night.”

“Augh! Dude?!” Coop cringed at the mere thought and slumped down in his chair.

[simpjaes]

aurrr i spent the whole day thinking u ignored my ask or hadn’t gotten to it yet, but turns out it didn’t show up in my feed…hate this app fr 🙄 but yes yes i love infidelity, love triangles, and just any type of angst with another love interest. my irls who read books and all say they hate books with “the other woman” plot because the guy should be so obsessed he doesn’t look at anyone else. they also hate cheating. i get it, irl if a man cheats on you, DUMP HIS ASS!! 🗣️ BUT if it’s in books, i eat up that angst. if i don’t feel the angst in my stomach i don’t want it. can’t wait for the fic!!!

anyways hard thoughts about jay before i study for the next 4 hours 💔:

(also forgive me ik we see him as a switch on this blog but i am an advocate of the dom jay agenda)

(these are also not super crazy. i’m sorry if you wanted something more feral)

- him constantly buying you lingerie for you to model for him. he sits back in his chair, manspread as you do a little twirl for him in the matching black lace set he got you. when he really likes a set he will have you wear it again and fuck you in it. and that’s where those polaroids in his wallet come from 🫢

- he sets up a cute picnic being the romantic guy he is but it’s not very cute when all of a sudden you’re riding him on the blanket, his hand covering your mouth so no one hears. he treats being caught as a literal joke.

- sugar daddy jay who’s the head of some big company and keeps you pushed up against the window of his office, fucking into you from behind everytime you visit. let’s just say you try to see him at the office at least 2-3 times a week.

-💗

oh oh oh, you may have misread me. When i write infidelity fics, you're not the one being cheated on usually. You're the one cheating tho, because if there's anything better than one possessive man, it's two possessive men.

I would never in my life condone cheating in real life, but in fantasy? I can have whatever i want and if i wanna date jake, then notice his hot taller friend sunghoon eyeing me, imma date him too, and then if i notice jay in the corner with a boner? bam, third boyfriend idc.

also, u misread me again possibly. i don't think u know how rare it is for me to write men as dominant, or to see them as switches considering i prefer to be the more dominant party lol, i 100% see jay as someone who can and will take control. me seeing him as a switch is just like, a base level feeling. i just don't like to be dominated by men that pretty tbh (but im lying, i do like it and that's why I'm writing more of that here)

the second thought sticks with me more than the others tho. public sex bc either you or him are too desperate to wait? mannnnn, even better if you're poking, pushing his buttons, trying to tease him and be a brat because you know he won't fuck you right there, on the blanket in the park.

and by the point he's actually pissed, you freeze when he's like "what, you think I won't?" all while pulling you into his lap, pulling it out, stuffing you full, and holding your mouth. "you really thought I wouldn't, didn't you?"

>:D

[moonjxsung]

hiiii baby! i started writing this message and my phone randomly turned off so maybe you got it, or maybe not so imma write again. i hope your bedrotting was lovely today.

that anecdote from your ex (ew him) on thanksgiving is sooo jisungcore (hot!!!) you should consider adapting a similar scenario for perf!jisung fic! (if it doesn’t bring up too much trauma ofc).

getting friend-dumped by her was so bad for my mental health and confidence too. like i still have literal nightmares about her. and the lack of closure i had. ultimately, i try not to take it too personally bc we were a trio and she dumped my other friend too. but i feel like we were closer too and she just ghosted me.

i hate men who take advantage of you through your interests too, i’m sorry that happened to your sis :((

i fell asleep before ateez performed :((( but i was able to watch it before it got taken down! and omgggg it was so amazing, even better than the first week. the camerawork was heaps better too. i love them so much and i can’t wait for their comeback!!! when you go see them imma need some pics as well!! i really need to save up for their tour😭😭 (i watched it and proceeded to obsessively watch ateez vids for like 5 hours as i bedrotted). and the automatic mix played jongho & segungmin’s kingdom love poem performance with eunkwang and my bf came into the room and watched it and he was like “segungmin & jongho are my favorite vocal line ever” (he loves seungmin but isn’t too fond of ateez yet, he takes a while to warm up to groups) and now says jongho is his baby.

(also hyunsung dance reel🔥🔥🔥)

anyways ily bb🫶🏻 i hope you have a great rest of your weekend, muaaaaaah!

-🐈‍⬛

HIIIIIIIII BABYYYYYYYY HOW HAVE YOU BEEEEEEN 🫶🫶🫶🫶💖💓💘 my bedrotting was lovely all of the weekend (I accidentally woke up at 6pm on Sunday and had no fucking concept of time ldmdkkskskdkdk) but I DID finally get around to cleaning my apartment so I feel somewhat accomplished 🫶

PLEASE my ex was so scummy but he was THE biggest perv when we were together and also simultaneously such loser energy which lowkey gives off Hanji core in its fullest 😭😭 one time he sent me a video jerking off after a week of not doing it and he finished so much that he got it in his EYE and it was pink for like a week 😭 he told his brothers it was something random and I don’t know if they even believed him LMAOOO is that not SO Hanji w his eye patch 😭

I’m so sorry about ur stupid friend who dumped you :( friends dumping you are literally impossible to get over. Especially when they just ghost you!! I hope you’ve found much better friends since then and you have all the relationships you actually do deserve 🫶

PLEEAASKDKEKDKFKF ATEEZ WAS FUCKING INSAENEEEEEMDNS they somehow outdid themselves for weekend 2 which I didn’t think was possible 😭 your boyfriend is SO real for the Jongho nickname LMAO he really is everyone’s baby 😔🫶 and Seungmin/Jongho vocal line!!! Yes!!!!!!!!!! 2 best vocalists in 4th gen I will die on this hill 🧍‍♀️

ALSO HYUNSUNG DANCE REEL it’s something about Jisung in hoodies that drives me MAD. I need him.

Here’s pc of the weekend I took just for u RAHHH Seonghwa my beloved ☹️🫶 I love you baby have the bestttt week!!!!! 💖💘💓❣️

[mypimpademia]

you was just talking ab acknowledging that they're perpetuating stereotypes but imma be a hater and take it a step further so if y'all tryna have beef with anyone have it with me and go punch some drywall when i once again retaliate

those stories are LAME. as fuck. not only does it show your lack of creativity and originality (because very often the people who write it write it exclusively) but it shows you're a cheap writer who doesn't care about the source material. yeah i get it, headcanons and all, but you know the thing about headcanons? they're supposed to be adjacent to canon but created in your head. y'all im sorry but eren's a damn loser. he ain't gang banging nobody 💀 there is a point where a headcanon turns into just plain old out-of-character shit, and that is what makes ts so hard to enjoy. that's not the character you were intending to write and have people read about. that's an oc.

and this is a point others have made but i'll reiterate it for fun: it's not just the activities within the fic either. it's how you present the character themselves. the way they speak, the way they look, the way they act. y'all be serious. kirishima isn't being a cool little guy trying to become a great hero and turning around saying "aw whats the matter ma cheer up". the only nigga in mha i'd believe might actually speak like that is sero. remember him?

anyway, the fics where the characters are actually themselves are better in possibly every way. they're cuter, more versatile, more enjoyable to read in general because we can actually see ourselves interacting with the character and not italian mafia boss #2. who wouldn't enjoy watching izuku stumble because he's captivated by you in the sun and he reverts back to his stuttering ways of season one.

write something positive about black people, especially black women, for once. i implore you.

and yes i'm a minor, but i will still read you and push you around like i'm ya mama.

Heavy on that last part‼️ there’s no reason for ppl to portray black ppl in stereotypical ways esp when it’s unnecessary, and ESP if you are also a black person. And if you do, you just need to be aware at the very least🤷🏾‍♀️ Dashi don’t do nun but spit facts tbh🗣️‼️

[madangel19]

Ramble about something you're insane about. I want to hear.

I give you an offering🍵

You give me an offering of cake, Anon? Oh! OH! Love for Anon! Love for Anon for 10,000 years!

I'm at a blank rn, Anon. I had an idea of what I wanted to rant about, but now it's gone.

Wait, it's back! Imma go on a mini rant about my mans, Swiss

This ghoul got me fucked up in the right ways lol. I love all the ghouls, especially the ghoulettes, but Swiss takes the cake for fave ghoul. He's so much fun to watch and super fun to write about considering his multi ghoul abilities. He can be scary and he can be scary and he can be a both and I fucking love that!

I would let this ghoul eat me if he wanted a nibble ;3 I'm currently working on a sequel to that spicy fic and it's going well so far. All I'll say about it is that it involves the full blood moon, ghoul magic, eggs, and heat :3

I'm also thinking of doing some murder ghoul fic with him hunting some poor souls. Also, Swiss hunting! Scary shit right there. He can blend in with the shadows and manipulate them so no matter where the poor victim hides, Swiss is gonna find them and they're gonna have a very bad time lol

Someday, I wanna wake up in the middle of the night to this fucker standing in my corner waiting to pounce, but hopefully it's only in a dream :')

Speaking of dreams, I had one that involved Swiss. Not sure if I talked about it here yet, but imma do it again. I often have dreams about being in high school and it happened again for this dream. I was trying to navigate the halls and ended up in a big theater where some ghoul cosplayers were performing and they were fabulous. Very close to the real deal. When they're done, I go over to the Swiss cosplayer and compliment them and he asked me if I wanted to get Thai food. I accept and then I woke up :'( I was then stuck with this image of Swiss

Just going "You want some Thai food, babey?" and it's fitting XD

Anyway, Swiss rant over since I can't think of anything else to say lol. I hope you enjoyed my little rant, Anon. I also hope you have a wonderful rest of your day/evening UwU

This is us now, Anon. I love you :3

[weirdfishy]

20 Qs for Fic Writers

thanks to @mashumaru for tagging me!! <3 i love these, and i've finally got a minute to do it!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

45! i started writing in the end of 2020, it's kina mind boggling to think that it'll have been three years in a couple months

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

76,628 :)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I've currently written for Batman, Danny Phantom, BBC's Merlin & Sherlock, Spider-Man/Verse, The Sandman, Criminal Minds, Harry Potter, Heartstopper, Sk8 the Infinity, The Witcher, and BNHA.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Unknown Caller ID - danny phantom x batman, crack treated seriously, something i will eventually continue

Tim Drake's intoduction to ✨Ghosts✨ - dpxdc, silly goofy stuff

by a sleep to say we end the heart-ache - the sandman, dreamling get-together, my first multi-chap that i finished

just slip me on, i'll be your blanket - the sandman, dreamling angst, something that i've so far put a completed, but in my heart of hearts ik it needs more

crack, hob flirts back, heart attack - the sandman, crack, past hobrinthian, pre-dreamling, pov corinthian

5. Do you respond to comments?

i very much try to, yes, but i also tend to leave comments un responded to for fics i have yet to continue/finish

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

what's interesting abt the two fics i think have the angstiest endings, is they kina have the same tone? like, i wrote two fics abt two different characters having a 'life is absolutely terrible rn, i'm grieving the loss of better times, but no matter what i will keep fucking living god damn it'

anyway it's both to be forgotten but not forget (mcu peter parker) and never to sleep, never to die (hob gadling)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

[love how i totally forgot to answer this at first; sorry if tumblr tags u again for my editing]

imma go with something recent, a geraskier blurb based on art, :3 (that's the title, i couldn't come up with anything clever, so it's just that lol)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not directly

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

currently? no. have i? yeah. respect your local smut writers

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

i never wrote crossovers prior to getting pulled into danny phantom x dc, and both of my posted ones are among my most popular

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of (if someone does steal a fic- that's shitty.)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

not in the sense that someone has asked me to translate and repost, so as far as i know, no

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no, but snake n i have talked about co-writing before (we're busy as shit tho so it's yet to happen)

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

merwaine in any form

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

it's not a WIP, but the second fic i ever posted i said i would rewrite and it's yet to come- i don't doubt that i will rewrite it, but that eventually is pretty far

16. What are your writing strengths?

prose-y scene setting maybe? i don't think about this, really, i just write

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

dialogue, in the sense that it doesn't much feature in my fics

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

personally i'll only do it if i'm 200% confident in its meaning (ie i've studied the language or i've got a second reliable opinion)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

i've since lost it, but the first thing i wrote was for BTS (2018 almost-disbandment rlly had me emotional, ok?)

20. Favourite fic you've written?

i don't have a favorite, and i'm proud of every new thing bc it's a show of my progress

~

no pressure tags: @oliveofvanders @bootleg-exe & anyone else who would like to :)

[tealenko]

Didn't Have the Heart (Chapter 6)

Chapter 6: Sorry to Interrupt

Hooooo! Yeah, I know, I'm late as fuck... But I'm writing a 4 fics so be patient with me please XDDDD Anyways... Happy holidays people!!! Here's my gift to you. Common, 6 out of 10 chapters... Only three to go (Next one will be hilarious... Last two will have smut) so stay tuned!! Hope you like it!!

Summary: After calling him drunk in the middle of the night, and cursing him for stopping her first kiss with Kaidan, Shepard finally goes to speak with Joker the morning after the party is over.

Words: 5012 Rating: Teens and up Warnings: language and drinking

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Shepard power walks to the elevator, their last conversation still echoing in her head as she gets into it.

I guess I deserve it… For deciding to have a human as my best friend.

Garrus’ words linger in her ears only for a moment, but they are powerful enough to torture her in an endless loop of pain and sorrow.

…as my best friend.

She shakes her head, in an attempt to get rid of the memory, but she only manages to invite one more to make it company.

Oh, come on Dee! You don’t fool anyone... You love me and you know it!

Shepard rests her back against the wall, concentrates on her breathing and then, as the elevator door closes, she proceeds to number the seconds she spends in there, focusing on deep inhales and exhales while her heartbeat slows down along with the countdown, a technique she’s been perfecting for half her life now.

One.

Two. 

Three.

Four.

Five.

And she gets to the main deck.

The door opens and the noises coming from outside the elevator start to bring her back to reality.

“Stepping out?”

The sudden appearance of the young comm specialist speeds the process even more, managing to muffle all the feelings and memories instantly, thanks to the unexpected encounter.

“Erm, yes.” She confirms, while switching places with her. “I’m going to the bridge, before I change my mind…”

“What?”

“Don’t mind me, Traynor.” Shepard quickly parries, changing the topic of the conversation before anything else slips out of her mouth. “How about you? Taking a well deserved rest?”

“Yes!” She replies with excitement, completely forgetting about everything else. "Gonna see if anyone wants to play a game of chess…”

The doors of the elevator start to close, but Samantha quickly moves her hand to keep them open a little longer.

“Maybe… Care to join me later?” She asks in a half-begging tone of voice, excited to see Shepard taking interest in her. “I’ll let you play white… I won’t even try to win.”

Shepard gives her a tired smile before answering.

“As much as I’d like to take my revenge, I’m gonna have to decline the offer.”  She replies, completely unaware of the pain that her words are inflicting. “Duty calls. You know, the less glamorous part of the job.”

She laughs a little at her own comment, before seeing the expression on her friend’s face, causing her to question her own sentences, to see if there was something offensive in them.

After scouting their short conversation, and not finding anything that stands out, she decides to keep talking in order to see if that will cheer her up.

“Perhaps another time?” Shepard inquires, making her smile a little. “Next time we’re on leave, eh?” She adds to the deal. “You can even try to win.”

Her words warm Samantha’s heart, who accepts her offer without a second thought. 

“Well then, Imma search for someone to train with.” She adds before the doors start to close again. “Not that I need it though.”

“Right, we’ll see who has the last laugh.”

This time around Samantha doesn’t stop the elevator and, after saying goodbye with a quick smile, she heads to the crew deck, leaving Shepard behind who, after taking a pause to add ‘chess training’ in the to do list of her omni-tool, resumes her path and heads to the bridge of the Normandy.

Once she’s on the threshold she stops for a second before stepping in, hesitating if she should really talk to Joker at all. However, the decision it's made for her before she has the time to choose her next step.

“Hello Shepard.” EDI greets her, turning her chair to look at her. “I’ve been meaning to ask you… Would you grant me permission to scan you?”

She stares at the IA, with a confused look on her face, frowning her eyebrows for a couple of seconds as she attempts to collect her own thoughts.

“Why..?” It’s the only thing she’s able to answer or, better said, to ask.

“Jeff said humans do not enjoy being tested without consent…”

“No…” Shepard cuts her, a little too afraid to ask how the two of them got into that conversation in the first place. “I mean why do you want to scan me.”

“Ah, of course. I’m only curious.”

“You’re… Curious?” She asks EDI, finding it hard to believe that the IA is able to develop this kind of behavior.

“In reality it’s more complex than that. A compilation of subroutines and methods that link to a pre-programed system whose only function is to encourage me to seek out different and or new procedures to learn more about organics lifeforms… ‘Curious’ is just the simplified term I use so that it is more relatable to the receptor end of these kinds of conversations.”

“Translation,” Joker says right away, “it’s her way of lowering herself to talk to us, filthy humans.”

He laughs at his own comment, but not for long, quickly overtaken by EDI’s comeback.

“Only so that I can overrule you more efficiently, Jeff...”

“What are you teaching her, Joker?” Shepard sighs and shakes her head a couple of times. “You’re a terrible influence, you know that?.”

“I do my best.” He replies, while turning his chair around to face her, with a triumphant smile on his face. “Speaking of bad influences…”

She groans and rubs her temples a couple of times.

“By the way you look… I’m assuming you spent last evening with mr. Vega?”

“Ufff… Don’t remind me of it please.” Her stomach grumbles as she says this, asking for some food to counter the insane amount of alcohol she got into her system the previous night. “I’m assuming this is what you were curious about, EDI?”

“Yes.” She instantly confirms. “There aren't many records of humans surviving after drinking ryncol. Nor where they manage to keep consuming alcohol right after… And less along with the ability to keep up with this pattern for hours after its ingestion.”

“You were drinking ryncol!?” Joker asks her, basically confirming the thesis of EDI’s statement.

“Of course I drinked ryncol...” Shepard replies, faking to be offended. “Do you know me at all?”

"I...” Laughing is the only thing Joker is able to do, and now is his turn to shake his head for a few seconds in disbelief.

In the meantime, EDI assumes that Shepard’s initial reaction to her question is enough to grant her all the permission she needs. 

So, without further consent, she proceeds to take her scan while Joker keeps trying to understand everything going on, adding this commotion to the hundred of confused thoughts he gathered the previous night, when Shepard called him extremely drunk, while replaying the whole conversation in his head.

~

The sound of his omnitool beeping scared him at the beginning.

He hardly ever gets calls by a private channel, let alone by Shepard, so his reaction when he saw her name blinking in an orangy tone across his arm really surprised him, to say the least.

“Hey Commander.” He greeted her with care, wondering what she had to discuss that couldn’t go through the usual comm system of the ship.

“Hey...” She laughed for a second, and then, out of the blue, she stopped dry, allowing a strange silence to build between them. “How could you?” She finally asked.

“What?” To say he was confused falls short to explain what the pilot felt in that precise moment. “Everything okay, Shep?”

“No… Everything it’s not ok… okay.” He heard a little bit of rumble and a short hiccup before she gave it a second attempt and finally managed to finish her sentence. ”Not okay.”

“Wait, Shepard… Are you drunk?” He said in return, still not truly believing what was happening.

“Kinda… Don’t change the subject you… You know, right? What you did… Back, in the first Normandy.”

“I…” Joker fell silent, not knowing what to do, until a quick wave of realization hit him and made him regain his ability to speak. “I… I’m sorry, Shepard. I am. Truly.” 

His voice quivered, which made him stop for a second in order to clear his throat, getting the needed time to understand what she was really talking about.

“Maybe we should talk about it in a more private environment, and not with you… Well, drunk.” 

Everything started to make sense in his head: the private call, why she only had the guts to tell him after a few drinks… So, despite his hesitation, he sighed and got ready to speak again. 

“But… You’re right, and I’m sorry Shepard. I… I should’ve left… It’s my fault.” He made another pause. “It’s my fault that you...”

Shepard cut him right away, derailing Joker of his line of thought to hit him with the simple and way less serious reality of what was truly happening.

“That!? Oh no… That’s shit that happens… No. I’m talking about you totally cockblocking me the first time I was going to hook up with Kaidan.” 

“Wait, what the fuck?” A strong noise blasted through the call, scaring him a little before realizing that what he was hearing was the combined laughter of a few people, recognizing James’ among them.

“Ay… You wer…” He hears in the distance through his omnitool, still too shocked to say anything.

“Oh that’s awesome… You should go and get your revenge Shep.” He overheard Garrus saying between snorts before he actually managed to intervene.

“What the hell is happening ther…” It’s all he got to say before the call broke apart, leaving the poor Joker even more confused, if possible.

~

“Thank you, Commander.” Joker overhears EDI while his mind returns slowly to the present.

“You’re welcome, I guess…”

“So,” he interrupts, after putting all his ideas in order, starting to assemble all the pieces of the puzzle back together, “are you going to tell me what happened yesterday or I’m gonna have to force it out of you?”

“Like you’d be able.” He smiles at her comment and, after combing her hair backwards, she does the same, taking a moment before finishing her sentence. “But don't worry, you won’t have to…”

“No?”

“Nah… I kinda came here to explain myself. How am I doing so far?”

“Not bad… For a normal human being.” He replies, stopping to think about it for a second. “Explendid, terrific even, if we use your usual instinctive behavior as a guideline.”

“Right… Yeah…” 

She’s unable to deny his last statement, so she just agrees and smiles at him, taking a deep breath before she goes into the thick of it, getting ready for what’s to come.

“Where should I start?” Shepard asks, talking more with herself than with the rest of the people in the room. 

“I think you should do it as a band-aid, Shepard. Quick and painful.”

She laughs at his comments and nods her head a couple times, agreeing with him.

“Good idea.”

“I’m ready whenever you are.” Joker tells her, talking a bit faster than usual, full of expectation and overall curiosity.

“Okay then… Band-aid time.” She smiles again before taking one last deep breath. This time around, she thinks she’s gonna definitely need it.

“So the thing is…” 

But she doesn’t.

She stops talking, almost as a reflex of her usual behavior.

“Sorry… Let me try again.” 

Joker nods, and she gives it another try.

“We were just… Erm…”

He looks at her with incredulity, a part of him finding it hard to believe that this woman in front of him, who is used to all kinds of crazy and impossible things, is unable to talk about anything related to her feelings or personal life without having difficulties to get the job done. 

“Yeah?” He asks her, with a mischievous tone in his voice.

“Just…” She stops trying for a second and grunts, annoyed both at herself and the pilot. “You are enjoying this, right?”

“Call me crazy, Shepard. But I do prefer to see you struggling to function than to witness a threatening call at 2 a.m while, apparently, completely drunk on ryncol. Which still amazes me, by the way.”

“Hm…” She gives him a dry laugh. “Yeah, sorry ‘bout that… That’s kinda why I’m here.”

“What on earth happened yesterday, Shepard?”

“Ahh…” She sighs before finally surrendering. “I found Vega, Garrus and Kaidan ultra drunk, playing some stupid game and, against my better judgment, they somehow managed to convince me to join them… So yeah…”

Her stomach grumbles a second time, being the only thing that fills in the silence that conquers the room for what almost seems like an endless half a minute.

“I see…” He finally says, after processing it all. “Well… I cannot say that I don’t know what that’s like. I’ve been a victim of mr. Vega’s power of persuasion before, and I have my wallet as a witness to prove it, so I kinda get you Shep. Don’t worry about it.”

He smiles at her, trying to ease her worries.

“Okay then… I’m glad we’ve been able to… Clarify that.”

Shepard is about to turn and walk away but she isn’t fast enough to avoid the topic Joker’s been dying to discuss since the moment he got that call.

“Did I really interrupt you and Kaidan back on the good old days?” He asks, trying his best to tame the big grin forming on his face.

“Argg..” She grunts again and sighs. “I was hoping you would let me get away without talking about that…”

“Yeah right!” Joker snorts. “Do you know me at all?”

Shepard starts laughing, amused by the way her friend has been able to turn her own comment against her.

“Right.” She replies, finally giving up and accepting her reality. “Yeah, that truly happened… Great timing, by the way.” She adds, with a faint smile. “But then again, what’s new about that?”

“My survival instinct is telling me to nod and just ignore your last comment as a whole.”

“Well… It had to kick in sooner or later, Joker.”

Just as it was all silence only moments ago, now the room fills with laughter all of a sudden, with the two friends enjoying each other's comment for what seems the shortest minute of their lives.

“If it serves you for something…” He finally adds after calming down. “Sorry for the interruption.”

“Oh, gee… Thanks Joker.” She replies, still not truly believing that really happened, even after three years of general madness. “It’s okay, though, it was the alcohol talking… I’ve never really wanted to kill you, it was just a form of speech.”

“Sorry, what!?”

Shepard breaks into laughter.

“Ah, true… You didn’t… Well, don’t worry about it.”

She pats his seat a couple of times and nods, with a big smile on her face, and turns around to walk away.

“So… Are you planning to get back on that train, Shep?”

Shepard stops dry and turns once again, looking at her friend with a confused look on her face.

“What train?” She asks, completely unaware of what it’s about to hit her.

“You know… The Kaidan Alenko train.” Joker laughs on the inside at the thought of his next comment, getting ready to execute the gesture that accompanies it. “Next stop: Disappointment and desertion. Chuuu, chuuu~~” 

If looks could kill, Joker would drop dead even before lowering the arm he just used to mimic the train’s whistle. Nevertheless, and luckily for him, Shepard somehow manages to tame all her emotions into a simple question.

“I’m getting you aren’t fond of the Major, Jeff?”

There isn’t any hint of anger or resentment in her statement, but he knows, just by the mere mention of his name, that her true feelings about the whole situation are way different to the ones he supposed she would have at the beginning.

Joker stares at her for a couple of seconds, thinking about her question, and feeling somehow sorry that she hasn’t taken his comment as he expected, fearing to have wounded his friend when he only wanted to make a joke in the form of a sarcastic comment.

“Look, I have nothing against Kaidan.” He finally says, looking around the room for a couple of seconds before returning his eyes to her. “In fact, we are old friends… He’s even helping me with my poker struggles…”

He laughs a little, letting some of the tension vanish away from his body.

“What I’m not fond about… Is what I saw a year ago. That’s all”

Shepard is quiet the whole time, listening to him. Afterall, this is not her first time having to endure this type of speech from some of her friends so, as Joker keeps talking, she just stays silent, patiently putting together the same list of arguments she’s used on what seem like countless occasions by now.

“I know we weren’t in the position to throw parties but I mean… Holy shit, Shepard. And…” 

He makes a pause there. 

She can tell he’s thinking about whether he should continue talking, which surprises her a little, being used to his way of behaving without giving anything a second thought, despite how serious the given situation was.

“You… You were devastated, and I think…” He takes another second there. “I think you know… Kaidan is not gonna change. He’s always going to put the Alliance before you.”

She smiles for a moment.

That’s a new one. She thinks before answering him. “I’m not asking him to do it.”

“I just…” He sighs, examining her calmness, trying to process her mood and her words. “I just want you to be careful… That’s all.”

Shepard stares at Joker for a while, furrowing her brows, trying to take the hidden message behind his words but, after a few seconds, she relaxes, gifting his friend a sweet and honest smirk.

“Okay…” She replies, smiling even more. “And thanks, by the way.”

“For what?”

“For worrying…”

“Shut up.”

He is the one smiling now, still not truly believing the outcome of their conversation, replaying everything in his head as quickly as he’s able to see if he’s missed something along the way.

“EDI, would you let me speak with Joker for a minute? Alone.”

“My platform only serves as a…”

“Yeah. I know, I know. You’re everywhere.” She laughs at her own comment befroe continuing. “You’re going to hear us even if your body isn’t here… I’m aware of that. But, I don’t know.... We humans… Tend to feel more comfortable in smaller groups, I guess.”

“I see. Let me add that to my database.” She stands up from her usual seat and nods. “I’ll give you some room, Commander.”

“Thanks, EDI.”

“Oh. And allow me to wish you and Major Alenko the best.”

“Wait… So it’s true, then. You and Kaidan are a thing.” 

Shepard nods. He turns to look at EDI.

“And you already knew, didn’t you?”

“Of course I knew, Jeff. After all, I’m everywhere.” She gives him a faint smile. “I’ll let you talk about it.” 

While Joker looks at her walking away, marveled and a bit hypnotized by the wit of her comeback, Shepard takes the opportunity to sit down on her seat and give the imminent conversation a more casual tone.

“So… Kaidan, then. That’s what you wanted to talk about?” He laughs a little, turning his chair to face her. “Are you aware this gives me endless ammo to tease both you and the major?”

“Yeah…” She sighs and smiles as she leans backwards a little, getting comfortable on her seat. “I don’t think that’s gonna be a problem.”

“You think so little of my skills, Shepard?”

She starts laughing right away, which instantly makes him smile, glad to see her this relaxed for what seems like the first time in forever.

“Please, Joker… Yup, you’re a complete pain in the ass sometimes…” She says, still laughing, making a pause to readjust her posture and sit indian style. “But, I mean… Good luck with coming up with something better than Vega.”

“He knows?”

“Yeah… That’s what yesterday’s fuss was about.” Shepard sighs while using both hands to comb hair backwards, still struggling to understand everything that happened the previous night. “ Basically, Garrus and James got Kaidan drunk just to get info out of him and I got caught in the eye of the hurricane, sort of speak… And, well… As you witnessed, things went wild. Ayyy… I still can't believe they managed to convince me… ”

“I can’t even picture it, if we’re being real here.” He adds in between laughter. “How did that happen?”

“Erm… To be honest…” She takes a second. “I was horny and thirsty.” Joker almost chokes at her comment, too shocked to know how to laugh but too amused to remember how to keep breathing. “And those two morons made Kaidan drink too much to be able to take care of the first thing… So, I decided to take care of the second one on my own and, subsequently, I started drinking…”

“...” He stares at her, not wanting to interrupt her, now that she’s finally talking, and also, not knowing what else he could add to improve on that statement that she hasn’t said already.

“... And the drinking led to more drinking, and the more drinking turned into a stupid game, that I totally won, by the way, and then… Then… Well, let's just say that you’re not the first in my apology round today.”

“Called more people last night?”

“Nah, said some strong stuff to the dynamic duo in order to make them run away.”

“Wow… You’re a force of nature when you drink, Shepard.”

“Well… They deserved it. But yeah… It was a bit out of line even if they…”

“They what?” He asks, very curious about the whole thing. “What did they do to piss you off?”

“The same fucking thing you did three years ago…” Shepard snorts. “Jee, I swear… I don’t ask for much in this life, but it would be nice if you guys didn’t try to meddle in mine every time I have the slightest intention of banging Alenko.”

The sound that comes out of Joker after hearing that is almost indescribable. A mix between cough, laughter and choking on equal parts at the beginning that, after a few seconds of these three battling one another, leaves room to crown the second one as the winner, leading the poor pilot into what seems like an endless stream of snorts, chuckles and giggles.

“Shep, you cannot do these things to me.” He says, once he’s able to speak again, resting his right hand on top of his chest and losing sight of the vast space for a second. “You’re gonna make me break a rib or something.”

“You asked…” She adds with a big smile on her face, giving him time to compose himself.

“And here I was, thinking my survival instincts were finally working…”

“I wouldn’t be you, then.”

Shepard stands up and walks to his seat, resting part of her weight on his chair while staring in the opposite direction he’s looking at.

“Thanks, Commander… I needed something like this.” He tells her once she’s near, leaning a little to be even closer. “And sorry again for… Interrupting you.”

“It’s okay… Makes for a good story, at least.”

“Right.”

Shepard smiles one last time and takes a couple of steps, ready to walk away, but something inside her stops her at the threshold and keeps her from using her usual tactics.

She waits frozen for a couple of seconds, getting lost in her train of thoughts, which isn’t new to her. 

Something inside her body, that she’s recently located near her chest, has been trying to fight against her brain and, for weeks now, maybe months, every time she attempts to ignore her problems, avoid a difficult topic or run away from her past, she’s been noticing a strange force that keeps pulling from her heart, desperately trying to make her stay and face it all.

This time around, she isn’t surprised by its appearance, but by the fact that she’s starting to listen to it .

And now, against all odds, before her brain is able to yell at her to walk away, her body takes a life of its own and turns around, walking all the way back next to Joker, who turns his head to look at her, surprised to see her, once again, standing by his side.

“You okay?”

“Yeah… I’m okay. I mean…”

“Having everything in consideration and all that kind of stuff?”

“That, yeah.” She gives him a nervous smile, all of her body getting ready for what she wants to tell him. “I am okay but… You were right before… I didn’t use to… Not a year ago.”

His smile disappears from his face and he just stares at her, afraid she will stop talking if he does any sudden movement.

“But you were also wrong, Alenko didn’t have anything to do with it…” She thinks about it for a second before rectifying her statement. “Well, maybe a little but not the way you imagine…”

She sighs, starting to get a little bit mad at herself.

Communicating her feelings, even on the more basic forms of expression, has always felt complicated to her. So this attempt to share something that any normal person would struggle with, is slowly eating her up.

Nevertheless, she decides to go all in and keep going forwards, resolved to finish what she wants to say.

“Well, nevermind Kaidan right now… That’s not what I was trying to say.”

Joker smiles at her a little and nods, doing his best to support her without using words.

“I was trying to say that, the real reason why I was so miserable, to the point where I nearly drunk myself into my bed almost every night for a year, is… Because…”

She shakes her head a couple of times and takes a deep breath.

The tension builds around them for an eternity.

And then she says it.

“Cerberus.”  

He keeps looking at her in silence, but his mouth drops open a little, starting to rearrange the pieces of a puzzle that he thought was already completed.

“All of it… Because of Cerberus. And… I’m not gonna add more than that, cause, to be completely honest, I don’t think I’m physically able right now, but… ” She laughs, relaxing a little, now that the worst part is over. “You’ve read my story, you’ll be able to fill in some of the blancs on your own…”

“...”

“So, yeah…”

“...”

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” She half asks half screams at him when he doesn’t answer, not knowing what else to do or say.

“I’m struggling a bit here, Shepard. How am I supposed to follow that?” He chuckles a little and sighs. “I’m not used to getting this serious, you know?”

“Well, welcome aboard the emotionally damaged train.” She says without losing a second, as a rogue smile appears on her face. “Next stop: avoidance and sarcastic comments.”

The train comment gets now, provided by the pilot, the laughter that Joker was expecting to receive  the first time around, lasting even longer than he could have ever imagined.

“You should’ve done the chu chu sound too, Shep.” He states between giggles, quickly transforming her smirk into a big laugh too.

“You told me you didn’t want to break a rib so… Make up your mind.” 

“Right. You’re right, Shepard, as always.” He agrees with her while clearing a tear of his eye. “And about Kaidan…”

She gives him a soft pat on the shoulder and smiles at him.

“Yeah?”

“I’d say you seem quite happy…”

“I am happy.”

“Then… So am I.” He laughs a little. “Glad you cleared things up, by the way, I always thought… Well, nevermind. I was wrong… Never been so happy to be so.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool…” She nods and smiles one last time. “Now that’s out of the way I wa…”

“You want me to keep it to myself?”

“Well, I…” Shepard laughs a little. “I was actually going to ask you to head to quarian space, God knows I cannot delay that shitshow any longer… But that would be nice too.”

“Ha, you got it… Both things.”

“Thanks.”

She starts walking away, one more time. And, one more time, she’s stopped at the threshold. Not by her body, on this occasion, but by Joker, who, still looking into the endless universe, takes this opportunity to say something she wasn’t expecting to hear, especially from him.

“No, thank you.” He says, in a softer tone than his usual one. “I know it wasn’t easy and… Despite the fact that I seem like I don’t appreciate the effort, I truly do… So, whenever you need it…”

“Joker…”

He gives her a sincere and pure smile before continuing, shrugging at the same time.

“I know, I know. I’m not the easiest person to talk to but… I’ll do my best.” 

She replies with one of her own.

“Good to know… And same here, If you ever want to. You know that, right?”

“Sure.”

“So if you ever wanna talk…”

Shepard gives him a final pad on the shoulder to say goodbye, deepening her smile even more in order to seal their whole conversation, ready for it to come to an end and go back to the real world.

��Just make sure it isn’t in a moment where EDI says I’m not available, okay Jeff?”

He starts laughing yet again, giving her a nod as a goodbye, unable to put it into words.

He is still giggling when she starts to walk away, heading back to carry on with her duties, but he’s somehow able to half scream a final answer so that she can overhear it through all the noise coming from the main deck. 

“Well, let’s hope my survival instinct kicks in if that ever happens.”

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Yaaaaaay~~ Wrote some of this half drunk after a christmas dinner so I apologize if something doesn't make sense. I'm so excited and terrified to write the next one (not to give away too much but the premise is: Traynor, Vega and Kaidan in the same room... With her complaining bout the fact that she has a major crash and doesn't know how to tell her) As I told you... This one is going to be fun. Okay then, thanks for all (and for reading this XDDD) see you on the next one!! ~~tea

[sebastiansluts]

Happy new year rosee (ik it’s v late but better late than never) anyway what’s up? Who anon jerk dare come and bring any negativity to my precious rose? Imma throw hands 🤺🤺🤺

I miss you haven’t been able to send you any messages since I’m at my grandma house and I’m restraining myself from reading any smut so I won’t be horny but I’m dying to read new fics from you gosh I wish I’m back at my dorm reading your amazing writings also might thinking I would dye my hair blonde balayage this January for the new year new me bullshit (not rlly I just wanna be Sebastian Stan’ type 😭😭😭) but I miss dyeing my hair so yeah and also been thinking mafia Nick idk why but I imagine him keeping me as a pet and maybe he’ll fuck other girls but kept me watching and he’ll be so mean abt it but I’m his one and only pet so when the girl he’s fucking started talk shit abt me behind my back he’s like “you ain’t special she is, no one talk shit abt my pet” and then kill her and then just fucks me and when he finally breeds me he just won’t stop being around me and finally just fucks me and only me cause I’m the only one that gets it…

But also I’m craving Daddy Lee who’ll take care of me and again humiliates me in a different way like he fucks me dumb that I said “da…da” instead of daddy accidentally and he’s like “aw you can’t even say daddy fucking pathetic you dumb baby look at you babbling like a pathetic braindead fucktoy baby c’mon say it back im a pathetic braindead fucktoy baby yeah you are fucking useless shit I’m gonna wreck you so bad” cause oh my god that fucking belly is all I want I need a big boy and as always je suis excitée (idk french unless it’s that and voulez vous coucher avec moi)

So yeah my mind is fucked up but it izzz what it izzz. Ps. I used to hate when the ml have other girl but I crave to be humiliated now I don’t mind lol as long as he’s mine is that fucked up? I think that’s fucked up I need to go to a therapy

~sincerely your beluga

Happy New Year hon!!! I hope you had a good one <3 Thank you for defending me, I love you. I've missed you too! I hope you're having a good time even though you're not reading any smut- I'll try to have some more for you to read soon! Haha I say go for it, do the hair change if you've been missing it! I need to redye mine soon, maybe I'll do a dark purple or something! But yeah I feel you on wanting to be Seb's type!!

Mmm mafia!nick is a great one, and I love the humiliation plus protectiveness, it's like, no, only he gets to be a dick to you, no one else. And the giving in at the end to only fucking you, because really, why would he need anyone else when you're willing to do everything and anything?

But ooo daddy lee is so good too because yes he could humiliate so much like that, he'd say how he's so much smarter, he knows what's best for you, and just keeps fucking you until you're flying....

Hahaha love that little bit of french, it's all I know too lol. And so what, your mind is fucked up, my mind is fucked up, we're all fucked up! And I mean, we should all probably see therapists, but that's a whole other issue lol

[tryhardgwen]

rs archive 02/04/2024:

hi gwen! so i re-read don't blame me for the umpteenth time last night and i was struck(again) by how beautiful the descriptions were and the characters gosh your guke is the best im really looking forward to everything you write! im guessing your current wip is that hunger games au u mentioned...?? oh no this got too long i was also gonna ask questions about your writing bc i was really curious a) who is your favorite character to write in general b) do u have any writing habits and c) any tiiiiny little hints about your wip? uh well thats it (my sentences are probably a little wierd bc i haven't used english in a long time srry) but thanks for your awesome writing keep up the good work! <3

helloooo!!!! ohsklfdj you mentioned dbm descriptions i cringe a little bc my descriptions were bad back then (it was one of my first fics...) but AAA thank you!! and yes, my current wip is hunger games au, but im also working on a .?? biting fic... as well a valentines day fic (aml gumakeria spinoff) i may or may not finish in time for valentines day

a) my favorite character to write in general is probably keria!! i love him very much. i also really like writing jojopyun though. also, sneaky dad cat faker. also-- ok imma stfu. ALSO this is also c) but chovy!!! HE IS SO SO SO FUNNY IN HGAU. I ADOREEE WRITING HIM. also, my ocs for hgau. hyeji and mai r my babies i adore them and u dont know who they are BUT YOU WILL!!

b) writing habits... so! im not sure what classifies as this but... uhm i abuse commas! i try to write heavy description. i light candles when i write? i write at 1-3am way too much, on my phone, and i constantly drop my phone on my face. i also attach songs to fics, characters, and dynamics/relationships and write with music playing!! and my characterizations of people tend to be pretty consistent across fics. idk if these are habits but i tried :D

c) little hints about my wip,... ok fire round! these are for all 3 above mentioned wips. guess what belongs to what. 1) hallucinating guma. 2) bitey keria. 3) zac support. 4) showmaker and keria beefing. 5) no one ever beats hyunjoon moon in a fight. 6) fuck theyre so adorable together DOMESTIC FLUFF!!

anyway thank you soo so much for the submission! i had a lot of fun reading this. (dw, your english is great!) i hope you have an amazing day <3

[castleamc]

This might be too much but idc…

I gotta send this out there cause it’s eating at me lamossksk!!!!! ahem. I may or may not of voice recorded the entire movie of The Batman during my second viewing…

[as8bakwthesage]

Tired (Narrator/Self Insert)

Content Warning: Suicide idealization, discussions of grief, attempted suicide, car accidents/crashes

This is for my own comfort, so imma write some pretty fucked up stuff (my mental health is draining so i wrote this as a hurt/comfort fic for myself)

Sage couldn’t do this anymore.

They couldn’t stand the pain, the sorrow, the anguish. They had sat in the special room that The Narrator had invited them into. It was colourful and bright and warm... but it barely helped.

Several times now The Narrator had to ask them not to go to the staircase. But as they sat and thought, what else was there for now? Their parents didn’t like them, their family didn’t care, they had no friends, and the only person who gave a damn, their brother, was dead.

They could almost hear the sound of his car crashing into the pickup truck. They could see the way it could have smashed. They could picture him getting thrown back and forth, bashing his head...

They weren’t there, but they had seen enough car crashes, been in one, to picture it.

And their brain was merciless. Their emotions were racing, their entire being hurt more than anything. The exhaustion from constantly doing these resets didn’t help either. It was a constant. What end was there? Was there even an end that didn’t result in them getting sent back to the office?

The stairs...

They could try.

After all, what purpose was there to living?

They stood up.

Walked down the hall.

Into the tall room with the stairs.

Up the stairs.

They could hear The Narrator saying things. Mostly about himself and how he didn’t want to go back, how everything was good, how they both should go back to the room.

All about him. All about anything but Sage. That’s how it always was.

It fueled their anger, their emptiness. The Narrator didn’t care about them, he only cared about himself. He wouldn’t miss them, he was too preoccupied with wanting Stanley back. He hadn’t even called them by their actual name even.

“Please, Not-Stanley, think about what you're doing!” He pleaded.

Sure. They knew exactly what they were doing.

They jumped.

“NO!”

Sage hit the floor. Hard. Everything hurt, but especially their legs. They supposed they wouldn’t die from just a simple fall now would they? No, they needed to try again.

“Oh... thank god. You lived. You had me worried there for a moment. Now, can we please get back to the other room?”

So they climbed up yet again.

“You heard me before, didn't you? You. Will. Die. What about this isn't getting through to you?” The Narrator yelled.

But Sage didn’t listen, didn’t care. Why did he pretend to care anyway? He clearly didn’t.

“No! No, no! What are you doing?! Stanley, please I'm asking you not to take this away from me. I can't go back to what I was before! If you die, we won’t know if you will go back! Why are you doing this?!”

Was it really all about him? How could this man be so fucking selfish? Nothing was more important than his own happiness. Besides, he was living in this hell longer than they did, why should they suffer the consequences?

They jumped.

This fall didn’t kill them either. Their legs hurt so much, and they could swear they broke their leg and their spine in some way, but somehow they could still walk. Perhaps The Narrator was keeping them alive somehow? They shook their head, no! He couldn’t take this from them!

“My god, is this really how much you dislike my game? That you'll throw yourself from this platform over and over to be rid of it? You are literally willing to kill yourself to keep me from being happy? Am I reading the situation correctly?”

He sounded... sad, anguished, terrified. But yet it was still about him. Always about him. Him. Him. Him, him him him him him HIM!

They walked up the stairs again.

“You haven’t spoken at all. Please... can you answer me?” He was pleading, his voice was high and he sounded utterly alone. Sage stopped mid-step and froze. The Narrator seemed to recognise this.

“I...” Sage started, before thy sat down and curled up into a ball. Their body ached and their leg was burning, but none of it compared to the sheer emptiness within. “I’m... tired.”

“You’re tired?” The Narrator asked in disbelief. “If you are tired, you could rest, we could rest in Stanley’s apartment! I don’t understand why you are trying to kill yourself-”

“Are you really so stupid?!” Sage snapped, glaring up at the ceiling, failing to notice the tears running down their face. “Use your fucking brain for once, Narrator!”

“I... I don’t understand, what’s going on?” The Narrator asked, his tone hard before it turned soft and gentle. He truly had no idea what Sage meant nor what they wanted. They sniffed.

“I hate myself. I hate this world, not your story, reality. I hate the constant repetition, I hate being alone, I hate thinking about how once I get out of here, there will be nothing left for me when I go back.”

“You shouldn’t hate yourself, and you aren’t alone, you have me. Also, what are you talking about? Don’t you have family or friends?”

Sage snorted, unamused. “There’s a lot to hate, Narrator. And you have never been close to me, you are just a voice, and you don’t actually care about me! All you care about is how I’m an imperfection in your story and how you can’t fucking wait to get rid of me! And no, I have nothing, the only person I loved, the only person who gave a damn about me back home, he is fucking dead!”

They were screaming by the end, their voice was starting to hurt as tears streamed down their face. Eyes blotchy and red, nose runny, lips curled in a snarl. They knew how ugly they looked and they couldn’t stand it. Fuck, the very idea that The Narrator was seeing them cry made them frustrated and annoyed.

There was a long period of silence. Uncomfortable, tense, silence.

Sage started to stand up, going to walk up the stairs again.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m getting rid of the parasite in your story.”

“Sage.” The Narrator’s voice stopped them instantly as their eyes widened in shock. But before they could say or do anything, he continued, “You are not a parasite. You are not unwanted, you are not an unwelcome part of my life or my story. You make this story interesting, and I miss Stanley, but you add colour to it all in a way Stanley couldn’t.”

“Narrator-”

“Furthermore, there is much about you to like, let alone love. You are funny, kind, determined, intelligent, and always thinking. You are enchanted by the simplest of joys, and you are easy to speak to. The way your eyes light up when you draw, when you laugh, when you sing. You are worth keeping if you wanted to stay.”

Sage was silent as they simply stared into space. They heard what he said, but it wasn’t... registering fully? At least not yet.

“I’m so sorry I did not see this sooner. I did not see how much pain you were in, how much pain you are currently in... Who was he?” He asked softly, as if he were standing right beside them.

“Pardon?”

“Who was the person you claimed was the only one who loved you?” The Narrator elaborated. Sage’s breath hitched in their throat as they recalled his face, it instantly came up. 

“He was my brother. He died in a car crash not too long ago. The last time I saw him was in the hospital.” Their voice was shaking, wavering. The Narrator said nothing as he seemed to take it in. “The last time I saw him, he was in a hospital bed, ventilator was helping him breathe. He wasn’t really alive. I thought he would make it until the nurse told me he wouldn’t.”

“I’m...” The Narrator’s voice was shaky, high pitched and full of emotion. It seemed he himself was struggling to process such an idea. Sage felt the tears coming back.

“He was only 22... he was supposed to keep going, he was supposed to be with his partner, he was supposed to finish his comic, he was supposed to live after so many years of not wanting to and then finally finding reason to.” Sage was sobbing once more.

“And he’s never coming back...” The Narrator finished for them, and Sage could have sworn they heard his voice break. He seemed to be feeling it full blast just as much as they were. Their eyes watered as they let out a guttural sound, a scream that never quite reached their ears.

They felt something wrap around them, but didn’t bother looking. It was warm and gentle, but it was welcome. It was a shoulder to sob into regardless.

“You are not worthless, and I’m sure your brother would never want you to join him prematurely. I know it may not mean much, but I care for you too. I think you are a wonderful person, and you should too.”

The entire time he spoke, Sage was sobbing yet was slowing down, due to just how much they were crying and how intense it all was. The entire time, The Narrator held them in his invisible embrace.

“Let’s go back down...”

Sage couldn’t help but nod as The Narrator slowly helped them down the stairs once more.

And the story reset once more.

[tundrainafrica]

What are some of your personal favorite levihan authors? 😁🙌

SO SO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO ANSWER THIS. I've been trying to get into Levihan again lately and I've been working on a fic for someone's birthday so I've been out of it but Imma drop my favorite authors here. I haven't been reading a lot lately so I'm kinda not the most up to date but I'll definitely give a better answer sooner or later. But... to answer your question as of now.

Also, I'm more of a long fic reader over a short fic reader and I tend to get to know authors more when I read multiple works from them so most of the writers I put here have multiple works and they have long fics. Anyway I hope this helps.

@fanmoose12: One word. Legend. She's been here in this fandom for a while and I pretty much got into a Levihan binge and I started writing fics because I ended up reading hers in the first place. Partners is one of the first AUs I read and is a good place to start for any reader. Her writing style is a good balance between easy to read and colorful.

She's particularly good with AUs and fluff <3. Her AUs in particular are pretty in character even with lighter settings. My favorite from her is Second Chance and In another life. I'm a sucker for reincarnation AUs as always

Mannatea : One of the older writers here. She has REALLY good pacing. Her writing is very consistent with scenes, quick in action scenes, slow when need be, one of the best and most in character particularly for canon compliant fics.

My favorites from her are All of me and Pristine

@djmarinizelablog Her writing style is incredibly poetic, her smut is always well placed in her long fics and izela puts so much effort into researching her stories, I honestly feel so at home whenever I read them. <3 <3 <3. The work she puts into thinking up scenarios and researching are everywhere because literally, the scenarios she puts Levi and Hange in are so well thought out and creative and just if you want Levihan just ANYWHERE and in still fairly realistic scenarios, her fics are a treat. My favorites from her are free falling and You are light years away.

@someonestolemyshoes Shoes writes one of my favorite dialogues among all the authors. Her writing is also very sophisticated while at the same time, still colorful and deep. She also writes one of my favorite characterizations of Hange and Levi.

My favorite fics from her are Somewhere only we know for a long burn which will break your heart in the end. Keep Going for HURT LEVI and tbh, one of the most in character Levihan fics I have read and literally fits in my little head canon place.

just-quintessentially-me: Really good at action. She writes the best action scenes and best Levihan banter. 101% recommend for people looking for smart ass Levihan exchanges and her writing style is really just... *thumbs kiss*

License to Science is a MUST READ for people wanting a Levihan Spy AU and love loss and SIMPLE CHOICE is one of my fave canon compliant ones. AFTERMATH IS JUST HILARIOUS. One of my fave canon compliant ones too and one of the first I read in the fandom.

@smallblip One of my favorite writers when it comes to narrative. Her narratives are very lyrical, it really be like poetry when you read them. Her AUs are also a treat and her smut always makes me feel like Levi and Hange literally transcend existence when they fuck. Stellar is one of my favorite AUs, along with her mafia AU thunder in our hearts.

@sordidbones Drew also has one of my favorite writing styles and I actually use a lot of his works to study how to write since I like the way he plays around with his words to make AMAZING smut fics. One of my favorite smut writers definitely if you want the whole package. He also writes amazing angst, h/c. One of my fave fics from him is canon compliant "at the end of all things" where Levi and Hange have a baby during the war.