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sunnydaleherald · 2 years ago

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Tuesday, June 27

Buffy: ...so then Kathy's like, 'It's share time.' And I'm like, 'Oh yeah? Share this!' Oz: So, either you hit her, or you did your wacky mime routine for her. Buffy: Well, I didn't do either, actually. But she deserves it, don't you think? Oz: Nobody deserves a mime, Buffy. Buffy: Hmm, Kathy does. She deserves to be locked in an invisible box and blown away by an imaginary wind and... and... Oz: Forced to wear a binding unitard? Buffy: Yeah, the itchy kind, it's perfect.

~~Buffy Episode #58: "Living Conditions"~~

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[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Friends to lovers (Spike/Xander, M) by RebeccaHaskell

It's The Most Wonderful Time of the Year (Spike/Drusilla, T) by Unlucky_Pen

Five String Serenade (Giles/reader, unrated) by prose-for-hire

Dreamscapes (Spike/reader, unrated) by way2geeky

Death's Champions Ch. 25 (Faith, E, Harry Potter xover) by Khatix

[Chaptered Fiction]

Initiative Soldiers Suck Ch. 1-11/22 (Buffy/Spike, E) by cosplayermadness

Orvieto Ch. 15/15 (COMPLETE) (Buffy/Sppike, M) by TuesdayGirl

Fathers And Daughters Ch. 7 (Ensemble, M) by ttfan111robstar1

Forward to Time Past Ch, 60/67 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Superfluous_Wit (Unbridled_Brunette)

The Other Side of Paradise Ch. 3 (Xander/Graham, E) by v_o_x

Xander's choice Ch. 2/2 (COMPLETE) (Spike/Xander, M) by DeanWinchestersDreamGirl

The Suite Ch. 10 (Buffy/Spike, E) by hulettwyo

Heaven's Help Ch. 13/13 (COMPLETE) (Ensemble, T) by IAmMattis

A Joint Investigation Ch. 5/7 (Buffy/Spike, G) by Priceless

Found Ch. 10 (Buffy/Tara, T) by Stranger_In_Town

Ties to the World Ch. 1 (Buffy/Spike, E) by TheDanishBird

Reborn Ch. 5 (Spike/Angel, M) by MadeInGold

Epitaph Ch. 5 (Buffy/Giles, G) by thisismyplayground

Who Wants to Live Forever? Ch. 10 (Buffy/Faith, M) by A_World_Without_Shrimp

So Court Me Maybe Ch. 11/11 (COMPLETE) (Buffy/Spike, E) by cosplayermadness

Fathers Ch. 22 (Buffy/Faith, M) by Forgotten Conscience

A Scream of Pain Ch. 7 (Xander, G) by Jennifer Schumacher

Buffy Summers: Was Not The Vampire Slayer? Ch. 26 (Buffy, T) by LadyJDee

Five Dollars, Same As In Town Ch 1 (Faith, T) by michael t

Inner Demon = Literal Cat, Chapter 22-23 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Desicat

The Neighbor's Point of View, Chapter 23 (Buffy/Spike, G) by the_big_bad

You Drive Me Out Of My Mind, Chapter 30 (Buffy/Spike, M) by Geliot99

Dusk Rising, Chapter 14-15 (Buffy/Spike, E) by HappyWhenItRains

Aspectus, Chapter 26 (Buffy/Spike, T) by Kirinin

Cause I'm Beggin', Chapter 4 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Ifeelittoo21

Fireflite, Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Dynamite

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Oz and Buffy as a pairing? by spangelmybeloved

where do you stand on the giles/buffy pairing? by spangelmybeloved

I hate the “Gunn’s always angry” thing at the start of season 4 by titsgirlbuffy, faithlesbian

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angel/cordelia/doyle by spangelmybeloved

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This or That by Multiple Authors

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sunken-standard · 8 years ago

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Drabble Meme Prompt Fill #57 (ish)

Three requests in one fill:

@juldooz requested: New prompt list for the drabble challenge: 144 (I cheated.), 146 (Pillows are over-rated.), 147 (Zombies aren’t real, I promise.)? (from the list for Round 2)

@8minutehooper requested: For the Drabble ask meme, if you're inclined to keep going with these: #2 We're going to freeze to death or #14 Fire! Fire! Fire! Please and Thank you! ?

@fiammablade3466 requested: Hi! You asked drabble prompt from that list... if your requests are still open I ask 94. Let's bet Have a nice day!

(This is an AU that's canon-divergent sometime after TEH and sometime before TSoT. Sorry, it's not humor, but I just kind of go where the winds take me, and after so many dropped attempts at these prompts, I'm just thrilled I had an idea.)

"We're going to freeze to death"/ "Fire! Fire! Fire!"/ "Let's bet"/ "I cheated."/ "Pillows are over-rated."/ "Zombies aren’t real, I promise."

"Oh Sherlock, zombies aren't real, I promise," Sherlock said, his voice a grating falsetto.

"I said that like a year ago, would you let it go already?" Molly hissed back, peeking around the library shelf with her axe at the ready. Never had she been so thankful for Tom's absolute nerdiness as the day the outbreak started; he'd been a rubbish fighter but his manchild arsenal had kept her (and Sherlock) alive since then.

"You were wrong then and you're wrong now. Wiggins said he had a cache here, he knows how to hide things, it's still here."

"Well then let's just hope it's more than a ten-bag of weed and six black-market Russian amphetamine tablets like his 'cache' in that bus stop in Southwark."

"I don't know what you expected from a bus stop to begin with, unless you thought he dug a hole and buried a year's worth of tins of mushy peas and tomato soup under it."

"You know what? Let's bet. We're not going to find anything we need, like antibiotics or any kind of useful medication, or even anything useful. At best it'll be a packet of Smarties and a biro."

"Stakes?"

"If I'm wrong then you can have first pick of whatever there might be."

"And if you're right?"

"We follow John and Mary," she said simply. It was an old argument that came up more these days; winter had set in and the Zed were less active, but food was becoming scarce for everyone left in the city; they only managed to eat because of Wiggin's paranoia and Sherlock's people skills (oh God the irony there).

"Because Edinburgh—where we have no Wiggins, no network, and no practical knowledge of the geography—would be so much safer."

He was still angry with John and Mary six months on.

"We wouldn't stay in Edinburgh. We'd go find land in the country and there would be six of us to defend it, I mean, assuming Harry is alive and they found her, and we could farm. There are probably some livestock animals left, and seeds out there somewhere, and barring that, we could—I dunno, hunt swans and forage in hedgerows. We have a better chance out there than we do here, long term."

Sherlock huffed a breath; he knew she was right. "Let's just find the cache first, shall we? We can talk about it later. Go, I'll cover you."

She flipped down the visor on her helmet and ran for the reference section. Sherlock followed at a bit of a distance, scimitar drawn, enough to give them both ample fighting room should they need it. There were two Zed somewhere in the vast room by the sound of it, but they hadn't found them yet. They made it to the reference section without incident, which was good; they need to find the cache and get out because they were losing light fast. Sherlock had a bolthole a few streets over; they needed to make it there before nightfall.

"Where did he say it was?"

"He didn't."

"Wonderful."

"We're lucky he was coherent enough to remember which borough it was," Sherlock pointed out.

They started searching, pulling out sections of books and looking behind them, looking for anything taped to the undersides of the shelves; she hoped like hell it wasn't a fool's errand. Wiggins hadn't been the most with-it before he'd got bit and they'd taken his arm, and now... He wasn't healing well because there was never enough food, never enough medicine, never enough anything and his brain��well. They never knew if they'd get back to Baker Street to find another mindless zombie in the flat, either from self-administered poison or the sudden onset of gangrene.

She didn't want to think about it.

"Oh!" Sherlock said suddenly, too loud for a library and too loud for an enclosed space with an unknown number of Zed in the building.

"Shh!"

"What books did people stop using years ago?"

"Riddles, Sherlock."

He made a face and went for a section of shelves, ran his fingers along the spines until he found what he was looking for and pulled out the book. "Encyclopdias," he said, opening the book with a flourish to reveal a pharmacy-sized bottle of tablets snug in a custom cut-out section.

The feeling of relief was almost palpable; they had at least one thing to use or trade now. Sherlock pulled out another encyclopedia and flipped it open, giggling when he saw what was inside. He held up a packet of Smarties.

"These are mine," he said, grinning.

"We're going to freeze to death," she said, teeth chattering. It had to be close to zero outside as a cold, heavy rain fell on the roof of the covered market, dripping through one of the broken panels to land in a puddle near the shop Sherlock had chosen to hole up in for the night, since the bolthole had been compromised. At least the rain kept the Zed outside, drawn by the noise. All the shops had long been picked over for anything remotely useful and all the perishable food no one wanted rotted down to black, slimy piles; they'd been lucky enough to find a bin of cheap carpets in one of the shops that sold this and that, so at least they weren't sleeping directly on the floor. Almost a luxury, these days, when they were away from home.

"More likely one of us, probably you since you're smaller, will freeze to death and bite the other. Either way, we'll probably both die," Sherlock said, pulling one of the larger carpets over the both of them like a blanket. A lot of things had changed since the world ended, but at least they'd both maintained a sense of humour, black as it was.

"Wish we could have found some pillows."

"Pillows are overrated," Sherlock mumbled, shuffling himself into a more comfortable position.

"You say that now, but tomorrow..."

"May never come, so there's no point thinking about it," he said, finally giving up on trying to find a position that wouldn't leave him stiff and sore come the morning and curling around her for warmth.

"I'm so glad one of us is still an optimist," she said, turning into him and settling in his arms, taking what comfort she could when she could. It only took the end of the world to get this close to him.

"Fire!" She let go of Sherlock's waist and tapped his shoulder. "Fire! Fire!"

He couldn't hear her with the helmet on, but he must have looked where she was pointing to the smoke billowing in the sky. He cut the throttle on the motorbike and pulled to the kerb (old habits).

"It's not home, is it?" she asked after pulling off her helmet.

Sherlock watched the sky for a moment, calculating. "No, closer. Westminster probably, no farther than Mayfair. Might need to take a different route back. Stay alert."

As if she needed to be told.

They stopped again just before crossing Vauxhall Bridge. Sherlock counted out a dozen Clonazepam into a sandwich bag; she hoped it would be enough to get them a few litres of petrol. Prices kept going up.

Same as it ever was.

Sherlock squinted at the smoke from the fire, blacker now, thicker. "It's Buckingham Palace," he said.

She shared a look with him; it was more than losing just another thing from before. It felt like England had well and truly fallen, even if the Palace had been devoid of life for months. They'd been past the gates a few times; dead guards and staff, snipers and MPs (all evacuated to the Palace just before the barricades across Westminster Bridge failed) roamed aimlessly, shuffling toward the fence as they were drawn to the noise of the motorbike and dispersing again sometime after they were gone.

Someone must have been desperate enough to walk into a contained hoard, or angry enough. She hoped there wasn't a new gang to deal with; they never lasted long, nothing lasted these days, but it was always trouble when some bully who was lucky enough to make it this far fancied himself the next Genghis Khan by right of Darwinism.

Some people just want to watch the world burn, she thought. And some people felt like they had to, to bear witness. She wasn't sure which she was, now, some days.

Going into the heart of the inferno was insane, especially loaded down with enough trade goods to keep them in food and petrol for the next six months, but they were upwind and it was breezy enough to carry the smoke away, over the Palace Gardens, over Belgravia.

"Subtle," Sherlock murmured, looking the double-decker bus that had smashed through the gates. He drank from his water bottle, passed it to her.

A small group—fifteen or so clumped into a loose herd—stumbled toward the bus from The Mall, drawn by the fire. They didn't bother taking cover, they were far enough away not to be noticed if they kept quiet, kept still.

Another Zed staggered through the gate, away from the flames; she was covered in blood and gore, but her clothing seemed intact and she wasn't missing any limbs or dragging her guts along behind her. Recently turned, then. Didn't see a lot of that any longer. Inevitable, though. One day that would be Molly herself, one day that would be Sherlock.

The rogue Zed serpentined her way through the herd; had it spotted them? Something was odd about it, Zed didn't act like that. They travelled in straight lines, faster when they spotted prey, didn't avoid collisions with each other.

"Of course," Sherlock breathed.

She looked up at him.

"The blood, it's camouflage. Probably the scent. Clever," he said quietly, a note of admiration in his voice.

Jealousy, sharp and sudden and utterly ridiculous, spiked her heart. Silly, really, but it was the first she'd heard him talk about another person without a trace of disdain in months.

They remained silent as the woman made her way closer and the Zed filtered through the gate. When it was safe enough, she stood straight and walked normally. There was something about her, something predatory, that made Molly's hand twitch for her axe. She stopped herself; don't show aggression, it makes you look scared, don't let them see fear, don't let them see weakness.

"Remember, remember," the woman sing-songed. "Do you know what today is?"

Oh wonderful, another nutter. Molly saw Sherlock's stance shift from alert to on-guard.

"Bonfire night," he said. Probably a guess; they tried to keep track of days, but there really wasn't much point to it now.

"Silly to burn Westminster, when they all came here," she said. Her voice was light and hollow, somehow innocent while being devoid of any emotion at all. "Why burn one effigy when I can burn seven hundred?"

Wow, Molly thought. She had the feeling this woman wasn't just another one of the crackpot roaches like Wiggins who managed to survive even without their wits intact; there was something about her that made Molly want to run.

"So I take it you're not from the neighbourhood, since you're obviously not worried about the fire spreading," Sherlock said, his tone friendly, casual. "Nice trick with the blood, by the way. How did you figure that out?"

"A cannibal suggested it. He's dead now. He wasn't as clever as he thought he was."

"I'm sorry," Sherlock said. He wasn't. Nobody was; they'd all used up their capacity for sympathy and empathy was too precious a resource to waste on the dead.

"Why? It was a game. He lost. I cheated. He should have been cleverer."

"Ah," Sherlock said shortly, shifting away from Molly to draw the woman's attention to himself. He was preparing for a fight.

Something exploded inside the Palace, the ground shaking enough to throw Molly off balance.

Sherlock's arm shot out to steady her. "We need to go," he said. He turned to the woman. "Will you be alright?"

"Nothing can hurt the East Wind," she said, her face blank.

Sherlock's eyes narrowed for a split second before he put his helmet on and swung his leg over the bike.

#sherlolly #drabble ask meme round 3 #drabble ask meme round 2 #juldooz #8minutehooper #fiammablade3466 #sunken's secret stash

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indycarkinkmeme · 2 years ago

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(Yeah, the graphic sucks. I'm not a graphic designer. Feel free to make a better one.)

DISCLAIMER: Everything here is intended for entertainment purposes only: all the situations and stories depicted are fictitious, no one owns any of this nor is profiting from it.

This is a 18+ space only, so proceed at your own discretion.

Welcome to the Indycar Kinkmeme.

After seeing the success of the F1 version and feeling a little bit left out and having come to the fandom too late for the Livejournal days, I wanted to start this. I know we're a small fandom but it will be fun.

Many thanks to @formulaonekinkmeme for their consent to do this.

What is a Kinkmeme? A kinkmeme is where someone requests a prompt and/or pairing, and someone fills that request - all anonymously.

When? Round One starts on January 1, 2023 and ends never. We're a small fandom. I don't anticipate getting such a huge response that we would need rounds.

Where? You can submit and fill the prompts here on Ao3 starting January 1, 2023.

Who? The kinkmeme is open to anyone!

RULES AND FAQs- however, if you have any doubts or suggestions just send me an ask!

RULES:

1. No driver/reader. WAGS are allowed as long as they are with their driver. No WAG/WAG without their drivers. I know some of you have swingers headcanons.

2. All work lengths are accepted: you can submit anything between a drabble (100 words) and a long-fic. Multi-chaptered fics are welcome too!

3. If a prompt contains sensitive content (consent issues, infidelity, death and other dark themes in general), please put the trigger warnings before the prompt itself; if you’re in doubt if something is triggering, tag it anyways - better safe than sorry!

4. Of course, the same goes for the fills: please tag the kinks and eventual triggers correctly. And no, “dead dove: do not eat” alone doesn’t quite cut it. If you don’t want to disclose anything, please use the archive warning “author chose not to warn”, so readers can proceed at their own discretion.

5. If there’s something you really don’t want to see in the prompt fill, please specify it with “do not want”.

6. Same thing goes with things you absolutely want the prompt filler to put in the fic: specify it with “want”, of course.

7. When you fill a prompt, please specify what prompt you are responding to in the author's notes.

8. All drivers from any Indycar season are accepted, including Indy 500 one-offs. One driver in the pairing/group must be from Indycar, the rest may be from any motorsports series.

9. Last but not least: please don’t harass anyone over a kink or a pairing you disagree with. Remember: don't like don't read, and your kink is not my kink and that's okay. We DO NOT kinkshame here.

FAQ:

1. Do I have to stay anonymous? In the spirit of the kinkmeme, both prompter and author should be anonymous.

2. Instead of fanfic, can I fill a prompt of the meme with art or other media? Yes. Anything you want to do is welcome.

3. Can I only prompt/submit NSFW material? Again, anything you want. Sweet and fluffy. General with no romance at all. The raunchiest, most depraved thing in existence. It's all welcome here.

4. Can I only prompt pairings? You can prompt anything or nothing. Whatever your imagination desires, three, four, more, the entire field. Whatever. You can also prompt genfic without pairings using “no pairing”, or prompt something for an unspecified pairing using “any/any”

5. Can I fill my own prompt? Sure! It’s anonymous, so who’s going to know?

6. Can I re-prompt something with variations? If you see a prompt you like and would like to read it for your own pairing, you can re-prompt it! Just make it clear that it’s a re-prompt when you submit it.

7. A prompt has already been filled, can I fill it again? Can I fill multiple prompts? Yes, please do.

Please reshare to spread the word.

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tonberry-yoda · 2 years ago

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Hey there! :DD

I saw your requests are open and I was wondering if I could get an (romantic or platonic, it’s up to you) Overwatch Matchup? Headcanons, or a small drabble if you prefer (cooking or shopping together?)

Sorry, this is gonna be all over the place, but:

I’m a demigirl and gay asf (women iykwim). A bit taller and kinda chubby? My hair is pretty short and I have a tendency to impulsively dye it with wash out colours. I’m also an audhd kid lmao. Born and raised in Austria, so I’m fluent in german as well as english (I know a tiny bit of spanish too!)

I live for cute things!!! It’s round and soft? I need it!But I come of as kinda scary because I dress more punk/alt, which is a shame because I’m touch starved and want a hug real bad. I also have a very strange sense of humor, which I’d need a partner who wouldn’t mind that.

I love vocaloids and goth music and I think that sums up my personality perfectly haha (my favorite musician rn is Shilpa Ray!!!) I listen to music pretty much 24/7.

Ideally, I’d like someone who’s fun to be around, yet still respecting of my boundaries. My love languages are gift-giving, parallel play and physical touch and I’d need a partner who would be excited about randomly getting leaves or just memes from me. I love baking and cooking for people I care about!! I also draw a lot, alongside other creative things like sculpting, photography, cosplay and writing. I tend to stim when really excited and if someone joined me in doing that, it’d actually make me want to marry them or keep them in a glass terrarium to observe their activities. I also just LOVE shopping, even if I don’t end up buying anything.

To sum it up: scary looking chubby girl with a love for cute things and way too many hobbies who makes too many jokes for their own good

I hope that’s alright? Also no pressure to write this at all!!

(Btw I love your writing style!!! <3)

hi there!!! this was perfect!! it was super easy for me to pick a character for you!! and seriously, thanks for asking for an overwatch matchup because i do not do enough overwatch requests lol. alright im rambling, now onto your character!

the character I chose for you is...

MEI!!

like women you say??

LIKE CUTE THINGS YOU SAY???

this is the cutest woman in town!

plus y'all are both a lil chubby making cuddling THE BEST

like cuddles are the absolute best with this girl!

she will 100% help you dye your hair

round and soft you say???

here's your new girlfriend!!

she doesnt mind if you come off as a little scary, if anything, she's obsessed with the dynamic of the both of you

she's super cute and wears just soft outfits and you look all grunge and punk

it's awesome

she likes the music you listen to, but it definitely isn't her go to, so just know that she will be putting on lofi and you will be groaning in the background, waiting for the aux back lmaooo

she LOVES to laugh

she doesnt mind a weirder sense of humor because she definitely has a goofy one

like those really random gen z memes are her shit

send her those at 3am and she will be laughing for hours lmfao

SHE NEEDS PHYSICAL TOUCH AS MUCH AS YOU DO

i mean, she is cold all the time, so warm cuddles are what she needs the most

expect a lot of random hugs from out of nowhere

she loves baking and cooking just as much as you do (that's what your mini fic below is gonna be about tee hee)

please tell her about your hobbies

she loves to see you excited

and please ask about hers

she loves talking to you for hours <3

she thinks it is sweet when you stim, so she will grab your hands and jump in the air with you when you're both excited

definitely not bothered by your adhd at all

she will help you when you need it most

she will 10000% go shopping with you and even end up buying you stuff even when you say she doesnt have to

and you will do the same lmaooo

just know that she loves you with all her heart and couldnt ask for a better girlfriend/partner!! <333

NOW FOR THE MINI FIC TEE HEE

MINI FIC

You giggled and watched Mei as she was fully focused on icing the cake you two had made together. Her tongue was slightly sticking out to help her focus and she had a dot of white icing on her nose.

She pulled back for a second to look the cake over and you needed to help get rid of that icing that was annoying you so much. You kissed her on the nose and licked off the icing making her giggle. "Ew, don't lick me!" She said jokingly, lightly pushing you away.

"You had icing on your nose." You said, taking the piping tool from her to finish up the details on the cake.

"Did I really?" She asked, her face going a bit red.

"Yeah, but it was cute." You stopped icing for a second to give her a kiss on the cheek, making her smile.

"You know, I think this is the best cake we've made yet," she said, putting her hands on her hips proudly. "What do you think, babe?"

"Oh, definitely!" You finished icing the cake, satisfied with your work and stood to admire it for a moment before taking a picture.

"Are we gonna eat the crap outta this thing?" Mei asked, already grabbing a fork.

"Oh hell yeah we are!"

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@tonberry-yoda

#i really hope you like it!#mei is such a cutie and it just fit perfectly #writing #fanfic #my writing #fanfiction #<3 #overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch x reader #overwatch 2 x reader #ow #ow2 #ow x reader #ow2 x reader #mei #mei overwatch #mei x reader #mei overwatch x reader

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mi6-cafe · 4 years ago

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WEEK 3 DRABBLES ARE HERE!

Now, let’s refresh your memory about the prompt

We have asked our writers to write between 100 and 150 words of an acrostic drabble for NO TIME. (We wanted each paragraph to start with the given letters.)

THEY DID SUCH AN AWESOME JOB!

Now, how to vote?

Yup, that’s pretty much the method, although the writing of the individual feedback full of love is very much optional. (And yes, we’re reusing this meme from last week.)

Read the drabbles below the line (or on wordpress) and GO VOTE when you’re done!

Title: Little Prick Author: sorion Warnings: none Summary: Just some bondy banter.

Now, that was just rude, Q thought, sipping his tea with his eyes on the computer screen and giving a weak attempt at not looking amused.

Other than the potted plant in the corner, nobody was convinced of said attempt, and neither was Bond at the other end of the satellite connection, and he couldn't even see Q.

The hand gesture Bond waved at the hidden camera was still rude, though less original.

"I can hear you laugh into your tea; don't think I can't," Bond's crystal-clear voice echoed through Q-Branch.

"Mmm," Q hummed in agreement. "I have to get my kicks from somewhere, Bond, and you're usually a reliable source."

Ever the gentleman, Bond conceded with grace. "Alright, you win," he said. "Provided, of course, that you stop laughing for long enough to get me out of here, so I can come home."

Title: White Knight Author: sunaddicted Warnings: none Summary: bratty agents really do get on Bill’s nerves

"No."

"Oh, come on!"

Tanner arched an eyebrow at the raised tone of voice 009 was directing at him: he definitely didn't appreciate being talked to in such manner by a bratty agent - how the man was Q's favorite (besides Bond, of course), Bill would never know.

"I'm not messing around with the line-up just because you want to go to Malaysia."

M cleared his throat from the entrance of Tanner's office, looking coldly at 009. "Of course you're not. You should go get kitted for your own mission, 009: I believe R is waiting for you in Q-Branch."

Exhaling loudly, 009 pursed his lips and left with a stiff and parting nod - it was absolutely satisfying to watch. "You didn't have to come and save me," Bill pointed out, smiling up at the other even as M bent down to kiss him. "Thank you, though."

Title: Another Door Opens Author: soufflegirl91 Warnings: None Summary: Eve contemplates a door, and what led her to it

Now or never.

One way or another, things were about to change forever. In a way, everything from the moment she had shot James Bond off that bridge in Turkey had been leading to this.

The door loomed ahead, waiting for her to take the next step. There had been a time when she thought that with that one shot, she had ruined things forever. That any opportunity she had to prove herself in the field, any chance of a career, had crashed into the water with Bond’s body.

Instead, it had merely opened another door for her. Given her a chance to learn things she never would have in the field. The people, the politics. All the little games the field agents never saw.

“M,” her secretary greeted.

Eve nodded back at her, and walked through the door to her new office.

Title: Inside Information Author: starrboned / MrKsan Warnings: content warning: alcohol Summary: Bond is back again and bets are placed.

“No,” Q said over his glass of gin, finishing it off in one swig. “Not doing this again.”

“Or you could stop being such a wet blanket and place your bet already,” Moneypenny said, poking him in the ribs. He swatted at her, scooting closer to Tanner. “We all know Bond will ‘retire’ soon enough.”

“That’s all everyone’s talking about,” Q huffed, staring at his empty glass. “He’s back, he’s off again - it’s a never-ending cycle.” Almost wish he'd stay gone, he didn't say.

“It is,” Tanner sighs, nudging his half-full pint towards Q. “But even Mallory wagered a full six months."

“Mallory did?” Q almost choked on Tanner’s beer. “That’s - that’s unusual of him.”

“Eh, said something about how ‘Bond has something to prove' this time around.“ Tanner grinned. Q felt his cheeks warm under his knowing gaze. "Maybe he has some inside information, huh?"

Title: No Time Like The Present Author: storm_of_sharp_things Warnings: none Summary: Felix had been wondering if it was ever going to happen

“Not that you need to answer, but did you ever sleep with him?” Felix looked up from his glass as MI6’s Chief of Staff dropped into the chair next to him at the bar and quirked an eyebrow. It wasn’t how Felix would’ve started this conversation, but...

“Once,” he admitted. He tossed back the rest of his drink. “You?”

Tanner nodded, his gaze distant. “Once,” he said with a faint smile. “Seemed a good idea at the time.”

“I don’t regret it,” Felix said. Then he shrugged and smirked. “I think we’d have shot each other if we’d really tried to make it work. But I do miss him.”

“Me too.” Tanner paused long enough that Felix wondered if he’d follow through. “Listen, I’ve got some good bourbon back at mine. Want a drink where it’s quieter?”

“Easy answer,” Felix grinned. “Hell yes, thought you’d never ask, let’s go.”

Title: Entanglement Author: Nana-chan Warnings: Summary: In which 007 and Q trade places...

“Now take your clothes off slowly,” said Bond softly. “Goddammit, Q, I said slowly.”

“Oh, do piss off, Bond,” Q hissed, dropping his shirt to the floor while Bond continued to watch him through the CCTV live feed. “Now, help me with the leathers.”

“That actually sounds very sexy, coming from you,” Bond said conversationally, his eyes drifting all over Q’s bare midriff before focusing on the contraption strapped to him.

“I suppose it does, yeah,” replied Q archly. “Never mind my predicament.”

“Mm-hmm,” said Bond, unfazed. “Not enough time. The straps will have to stay for now. I’ll start, then.”

Entanglements such as this were usually Bond’s lot, not his, but what was he to do when someone had attached an IED to his person? At least he’d dispatched his would-be kidnapper. He sighed, relieved, as Bond typed in the code he’d devised to remotely disable the ticking bomb.

Title: Time Well Spent Author: IrishWitch58 / captain-magicalkitty Warnings: None Summary: A conversation over coms.

“Nine bloody days and the target hasn't moved at all.” Q could almost see the exasperated expression. Bond hated the need for surveillance and made his displeasure known.

“Once he does, I'm sure the resulting excitement will more than make up for your current boredom,” Q soothed. He managed to hide his smile from the rest of the branch late shift.

There was a disgusted snort from the coms. “You'll have to do better than that to make this up to me.” The tone was suggestive but only in the general Bond default setting. Q wasn't concerned about anyone overhearing.

“If you're still angling after an exploding pen, dream on.”

“Miser,” Bond accused, fond tone at odds with the statement.

Eventually the target would move and Bond would get the job done. Until then, they enjoyed time spent together, even far apart.

Title: N O T I M E Author: hexiva Warnings: Character death Summary: Bond confronts Blofeld.

No time to think as James rounds the corner, gun in hand, and comes face to face with Blofeld, with Franz.

Only hatred in Franz’s eyes, he reaches for his gun.

Trigger burning against James’ finger, all he has to do is pull it, end this, end this, but -

Ivy leaves underfoot, the sky blue above them, and they’re bickering but they’re just children still, not the killers they will become, and Franz laughs as James trips, and he reaches down to offer him a hand -

Many years ago, they were brothers. Franz knew him before he was 007. He’s the last man left who did. Everyone else is gone, and James is tired of being alone and tired of being a killer.

Every muscle in his body aches with weariness as he lets his gun drop. And he looks Franz in the eyes as Franz pulls the trigger.

Title: A Change of The Story Author: scarytheory Warnings: (a little bit of) sci-fi Summary: She has seen the future. What she’ll do with it is up to her.

No time to waste when she’s got a glimpse of the future. She had seen Bond devastated by loss and full of rage. She had seen Q who was absorbed in his job, bitter and sad. And herself – composed and nice and so, so lonely. Or was it possible to change it? She decided to go to that beach instead of Bond. But before she left, she whispered to him: “You’ve got a secret admirer in the Q branch.” Will it be enough? And the girl on the beach… will she manage to save her? “Tracy!” she screamed as she was trying to get her out of the water.

“I don’t know you.” Not yet.

“Moneypenny, Eve Moneypenny.”

Eve decided that this time she wasn't going to let them be burned by the inevitability. This time, Tracy would live.

#10

Title: Let the Record Show Author: anyawen Warnings: None Summary: They've read the same reports, but have arrived at differing conclusions.

"No, I don't think so," Q disagrees with forced lightness. "Not this time."

"Oh, honey," Eve sighs, not fooled in the least. She reaches across the table to squeeze his hand. "Every time. He always comes back."

"There's no reason for him to come back, not anymore," Q insists. "M is dead, and he's finished the last mission she ever gave him. He can retire now. Live a peaceful life with a beautiful woman. And a beautiful car."

"If you think he'll be happy with a peaceful life, you don't understand him as well as you think," Eve laughs.

"Maybe he doesn't want peaceful," Q allows, "but we've read his file. He doesn't want m— this either, or he wouldn't keep trying to leave."

"Eventually, he will come home. And when he does," Eve says, sitting back and angling to speak to someone over Q's shoulder, "you should tell him."

#11

Title: TO DIE Author: Merc / moon_of_mercury Warnings: This one is depressing. Sorry! Summary: The End.

Never again...

Observing from behind his screen, Q takes in the smoking, crumbling scene of destruction. Police cars with flashing lights and blaring sirens swarm the streets. A familiar silhouette blends in with the by-passers, slipping out of his view around the corner.

This is the last time James Bond holsters his gun, dusts off his suit, and heads for the airport to catch a flight Moneypenny arranged for him.

“It’s done,” Q says into the expectant stillness of the room. It hurts a little, even though he’s relieved. The showdown could have gone so much worse, but this is just as final.

Memories of this mission will haunt him for different reasons than usual. Their blazing victory is a bittersweet consolation.

Everything ends here; even those things that never began.

#12

Title: Mission Goal: Ideas Author: Venstar /1amvengeance Warnings: none Summary: well someone had to think of something.

“Now you're just showing off.” James’s voice drawled against Q’s ear.

“Oh, I'm showing off. Did you have any other ideas? No. Spies should have faster reflexes than asking me to 'Quick hide us!' My time and equipment are very expensive.” Q hissed quietly. They were still on a mission after all.

“That kiss was a far better idea than anything I had in mind. I'm happy to pay your asking price. Are you okay Q, your face has gone all red.”

“I will murder you in your sleep. I will end you. I will scatter your body parts to the farthest corners of the globe as a warning to those that think about blaming me for coming up with all the ideas!”

“Maybe instead of murder, you should think about our target. He’s escaping.”

“Escaping my arse. Someone is going to pay for your lack of ideas.”

#13

Title: Losing and Having Author: solarmorrigan Warnings: None. Summary: Bond reflects and knows he can't have it any other way.

Never in all his life had Bond felt quite this level of terror.

Or – well, no. That wasn’t quite true.

There had been one other time.

In the murky water, watching everything he’d allowed himself to love and depend on slip away into oblivion. The fear had clutched him then, shaken him and wrecked him.

Maybe he should have listened to his own damn self when he’d designated the heart as nothing but a target.

Even so, even knowing this, Bond clutched Q’s hand, eyes locked on his bruised and battered quartermaster who had only just returned to him, and knew it was worth it. The fear of loss was nothing against the euphoria of having.

#14

Title: Dreisamkeit (Or: Bliss comes in threes) Author: Misha / artsytarts / jelly-mish Warnings: Sickly sweet fluff, watch out for cavities Summary: Della, Felix and James are toying with the idea of having a lazy day in.

Nestled between the warm bodies of her boys, Della felt content.

“Occasionally, I’d like to just... stay here. All day.”, she said, letting her fingers brush through their hair in lazy strokes. James tightened his grip around her and made an approving noise.

Then the beeping started. Felix moved, banging his fist on the alarm clock. “Gosh darn it,” he growled. Della pouted in response, until a thought struck her. What if they took a sick day? Food poisoning? Good enough story. She suggested it out loud.

“If you take the blame,” James mumbled sleepily.

“Me? If anyone, it’d be Felix,” Della grinned at her husband's dirty look and carried on: “Remember when you forgot to add water to the pasta? The fumes were noxious.”

Eventually, reluctantly, they broke up their haven of safety and rolled out of bed. Della sighed. There never seemed to be enough time.

#15

Title: Augment Author: oldestcharm Warnings: n/a Summary: Every week Q argues his case and wins. "No," M says, squinting and displeased. "Absolutely not."

"One million," Q attempts with a half-hearted smile, but he knows well enough that it wouldn't work in any other situation. He's not even trying that hard at this point, because he knows he'll win this argument every single time. "It's not that much. I should probably ask ten times that with the amount of shit Bond breaks. Remember last week? I deserve a better budget."

"Then stop supplying him with expensive equipment," M suggests, unsympathetic at best.

"I'll have you know he'll get his hands on it whether I supply it or not," Q says crossly.

"Maybe you aren't doing a good enough job at security."

"Exactly, I need a better budget!" Q insists, eyeing M with a bit of a manic expression as he sets down the tablet in front of him. "Now sign it or deal with the consequences."

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santastic · 5 years ago

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the big, bad wolf || hwang hyunjin oneshot

》》 pairing: hyunjin x female reader

》》 summary: every year, you and the boys celebrate halloween with a party at hyunjin's - who just so happens to be your mortal frenemy. every year, you all dress up. this year, however, you decide to make it a bit more interesting: everyone picks an outfit for their random secret santa partner. it seems like a bit of innocent fun, but felix has an idea...

》》 word count: 2.4k

》》 genre/tags: halloween au, not quite e2l but e2 like...sexy tension???, suggestive themes (mostly just implications), a little bit of crack lmao

》》 warnings: cliche cheesy dirty flirting (come on hyunjin you're better than this), thicc romantic and sexual tension, reader is a simp in denial, suggestive themes, implied smut at the end, talk of biting but no actual biting, reader has dom vibes, hyunjin is bold until someone else is bolder

》》 notes: my first oneshot on this blog! I already wrote a halloween drabble, but I felt like writing something bigger than that and my friend (I see u vi) inspired me by suggesting some spicy hyunjin content. n e ways, happy halloween everyone! and if u don’t celebrate halloween, I hope u have a lovely weekend <3

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Halloween is always fun with your friend group. I mean, it's fun anyway - lots of cheap candy, neighbourhood celebrations, an excuse to get way too drunk - it's just a lot more fun with eight other crackheads.

You guys have a sort of tradition going by now, even though each year is a bit different. Hyunjin throws the party, Minho brings the alcohol and hides it from Chan until it's too late to stop everyone from getting shitfaced, Jeongin and Felix bring ungodly amounts of candy, and Jisung is a skeleton (literally every single year - it started when you called Tate Langdon's skeleton makeup hot, and it never ended).

Everyone (except Jisung) keeps their costume a secret - unless they're Chan and Felix, in which case they do couple costumes and keep it a secret from everyone else. Sometimes you even decide on a theme, like the year before the last, where everyone was supposed to dress as their favourite Pokemon. This inevitably led to intense fighting roleplays to assert dominance as your respective type, and in order to spare your reputation in the neighbourhood, you decided the next theme would be a little less wild.

This year, the theme was 'secret Santa costumes', meaning you each picked a random name from a hat to decide who you would be buying a costume for and a few days before Halloween, you were given your own costume to wear to the party by whoever pulled your name from the hat of destiny.

Technically that's not how secret Santa works, but no one questions Chan when it comes to holiday business.

You just so happened to get Jisung, and while the temptation to keep the skeleton thing going just for the meme was definitely there, you ultimately decided he should be a classic bedsheet ghost - except with no eye or hand holes cut out. You know, to add a little sprinkle of chaos to his already very chaotic life.

The lovely boy who decided your spooky fate was Felix, who had coincidentally been in charge of buying Hyunjin’s costume too - when you asked why, he said it was because the number of people was uneven, so he had kindly volunteered to take on an extra. You had honestly expected him to pick something weird or wild for you, so you were quite surprised by the outfit he had settled on.

"Is this...little red riding hood?" you had asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you stared at the dress and hood in your hands.

"Yep! I saw it the other day and I thought it would be nice to go for one of the classics, you know?" he had explained, smiling as if he was ever so proud about his decision. Something about the hint of mischief in his eyes made you suspicious, but you had let it slide. "You don't mind, right?"

No, you didn't mind. You had given Jisung a ghost costume, so you didn’t really have room to speak on the originality of Felix’s decision. Besides, the dress didn’t look too cheap, nor did it look especially short, and the hood-cape made you feel way too powerful for someone wearing a $20 Target costume.

So you really didn't mind at all, until it came to the day of the party. Now, as you stand in the doorway to Hyunjin’s apartment, you suddenly mind a lot more.

”Lee Felix, I’m going to decorate the lawn with your fucking intestines, oh my god!” you whisper-yell to the boy who conveniently manages to dart away with the excuse of needing to help Jeongin open all the candy bags. Your angry eyes follow his retreating blue form - Chan picked his outfit this year, and of course he decided Felix should be an Among Us character.

Everyone in the group knows about the slight tension (read: obvious beef) between you and Hyunjin. Technically speaking, you’re friends. He invites you to his parties, you hang out with him when he’s with the boys. It’s just that neither of you can stand each other, because you’re both very bold and even more stubborn.

Whenever the two of you are together, you bicker like children and it’s pretty much endless. You could probably throw insults (and the occasional murder threat) at each other all day if the other members didn’t interrupt, and on those days you’d be more than happy to teach Hyunjin a lesson with a nice, strong punch in the nose if the opportunity were ever to present itself.

So, with this in mind, it’s quite clear why you’re planning Felix’s murder when you see Hyunjin walking around as the big, bad wolf.

You’re genuinely considering sneaking out the front door before anyone else sees you and running back to your apartment (because Felix just so happens to be your ride home), but fate decides to mess with you and suddenly, Hyunjin locks eyes with you from across the living room.

The way a huge smile instantly graces his pretty face sends a rush of butterflies, followed by anger, through you as you stare back at him. His clip on wolf ears are admittedly quite cute, but the fake fangs he’s wearing send your thoughts in a very different direction. As he makes his way over, you suddenly wish you had followed Felix to the kitchen - at least they keep the alcohol in there. In his living room, you’ve got no choice but to deal with Hyunjin while sober.

”Well, would you look at that? Seems like I found my little red riding hood.” he teases with a wink, leaning against the wall beside the door.

When you scoff at him, he gives you another big grin and you can’t help but stare at the fangs again. The vibrant blue contact lenses he’s wearing make his gaze feel intense even when he’s smiling, and the way his long, blonde hair falls freely gives him a glow that’s both angelic and positively demonic. He looks so annoyingly handsome, as per usual; if only his personality wasn’t the personification of the words ‘cocky asshole’. You can’t help but think it’s a huge waste of beauty.

“Excuse me-” you begin, ready to start the first round of arguing, but he cuts you off like the annoying brat he is.

“You’re excused,” he says, thinking his comment was very smart, and if it wasn’t a night meant for fun and games, you might’ve killed him on the spot.

“Fine, excuse you. I’m not your little red riding hood. In fact, I’m not your anything, thank you very much,” you snap, brushing past his tall figure as you head to the table the boys have set up to the side. There’s an array of Halloween-themed food, prepared by Chan, and you settle for a red velvet cupcake decorated with black frosting and what you assume are meant to be cat ears poking out of it.

“Right, sure, but we’re still matching tonight. It’s kind of like-”

This time, you cut him off. “It’s not like Chan and Felix. It’s not. We’re not wearing couple costumes, so don’t say it.”

He shuts his mouth (finally) and you take it as your cue to leave before he says something else to piss you off. Unfortunately, he seems to have the desire to ruin your night further and chooses to follow you on your journey.

“So anyway, I guess this was Felix’s plan, right?” He gestures to your costumes. “Unless you had something to do with it, that is.”

You don’t bother to address the second part of what he said and instead just nod, scanning the room for the previously mentioned mastermind. As soon as you can get your hands on that boy, you swear you’ll slaughter him for subjecting you to Hyunjin’s torturous teasing all night.

“He was already on thin ice after trying to tell me Bulbasaur is a better starter than Charmander, but now he’s actually dead to me,” you growl out once you spot him sitting beside Minho, laughing happily with his classic red solo cup and a slice of chocolate cake. Jeongin sits beside them, tearing open bags of candy with no assistance from Felix, because of course he was lying about helping him earlier.

Hyunjin laughs softly and you curse your heart for skipping a beat at the sound. Sometimes it feels like your head hates Hyunjin while your body is stupid enough to like him, and it’s part of the reason why you hate talking to him so much. Every time you stop throwing insults and sass at him and instead sit back and listen to what he has to say, a part of you realises you don’t exactly have a proper reason for disliking him. He’s not all that bad, and sometimes you even find yourself laughing at his jokes and witty remarks.

But you’d really rather not go through the endless cycle of those thoughts right now, especially when the cause of your problems is standing beside you eating a chocolate bar.

“I have to say, though,” you comment as you turn to look him up and down, “the big, bad wolf concept suits you pretty well.”

Before he can accept the compliment, you continue. “You’re both big, hairy beasts who dress like grandmas.”

The obvious offence on his face is so satisfying you almost wanna snap a photo to reflect on this moment in the future, but you refrain from doing so. He would just pose anyway, and the photo would probably end up making your stupid heart flutter again.

“Well, at least you think I’m big. Besides, if dressing like a grandma gets me closer to eating you, then I suppose it’s a sacrifice I’ll have to make,” he whispers in a husky, seductive voice that kind of makes you want to choke-slam him, but you suspect he might enjoy that anyway.

It angers you when he makes flirty comments like that, because as annoying as they are and despite you knowing full well he only says it to get under your skin, it still makes your heart race every time. Maybe in another universe, Hyunjin is a sweet boy who innocently flirts with you and brings you roses instead of a big, bad bitch who’s just acting like a horny teenager. Annoyingly enough though, you think you’d fall for him either way.

You turn away with the intention of finally escaping to the kitchen to grab something to drink, hoping to settle the thoughts dancing around your head, but he reaches for your wrist. The feeling of his fingers pressing warmth into your skin just makes your head spin even more, and you’re so distracted you don’t pull away from him.

"Aw, don’t run away now. Are you scared of me, little red? There’s no need to be, I’m just joking. I won’t bite unless you beg me to."

You pull your arm back as soon as the words leave his mouth. Hyunjin has a lot of things (a severely irritating personality, a stupidly handsome face for such an asshole, a loud voice solely meant for pissing you off on a daily basis, the list goes on), but the thing he definitely has most is the fucking audacity.

However, the most annoying part by far is the way you feel your face heat up when you register the last thing he said. You’d rather die than let him make you flustered, so you shake your head slightly to clear those thoughts from your mind and look him in the eye again.

"Scared? Me?" you scoff, staring him down with a steady glare and if he was anyone else, he'd probably shiver in fear.

Unfortunately, he is not anyone else. He is Hwang Hyunjin, and Hwang Hyunjin does not shiver; he beams with a smug grin and makes your blood boil.

"Mhm. Look at you. You’re basically dressed as my prey tonight, babe." He purrs the pet name like the absolute fuckboy he is. "And sure, the real you is feisty, but you're all bark and no bite."

The overly confident, proud smirk on his face makes him look like a damn peacock flaunting its feathers, and you decide then and there that you'll do anything to get rid of it.

"All bark," you echo his words, walking towards him slowly, "and no bite, huh?"

You swear you see his eyes widen for a split second at your change in demeanor before the stupid smirk returns, and the little rush of victory you feel from catching him off guard is enough to keep you walking forward.

His gaze never leaves yours, especially when you're standing on the tips of your toes in front of him, noses just barely brushing against each other. Your hands grip his shoulder to balance you, and you run a finger over his collarbone up towards his cheek, where you gently cup his face. The small distance between the two of you means you can hear his slightly uneven breathing and see the curiosity swirling in his bright blue eyes as he waits for your next move.

You reach a hand up and thread your fingers through his long, bleach blonde hair, and his breath hitches when you gently tug at it. Even his wolf ears almost seem to droop submissively. He doesn't dare move, but his eyes keep flicking down to your lips and back up again.

"Now, that's just not true at all, is it?" you whisper, tilting your head as if waiting for an answer, but he can't find the words to form a witty response. It’s about time he learned some manners, really, even if he needed your guidance for that.

"I'm warning you now," you continue, "you might wanna watch your tone. I might look like your prey, but I promise I bite harder than you do, babe."

You make sure to emphasise the pet name, purring it in the same way he did minutes before. He bites down on his bottom lip, and the way his fangs press into them makes you lick your own lips nervously. It seems as though he can't take the tension anymore, because he goes to lean in and finally close the distance between the two of you as his hands find your hips.

Of course, you'd never let him have that control, especially after his bold attitude from earlier. Even though the temptation to lean in is certainly there, you step away from him and smile sweetly.

"Learned your lesson yet, puppy?"

He doesn’t respond for a moment, clearly still taking in what just happened. When he registers your question, he tilts his head to the side as if in thought - the way a dog might, funnily enough - before he hums quietly.

“I’m not sure. Maybe you should teach me once more, little red,” he suggests, voice low and slightly breathless, “but preferably a bit more in depth this time.”

- ᴇ ɴ ᴅ -

(A/N: AHHHHH I haven’t written a oneshot in SUCH a long time oh my god,,,,, it was a lot of fun tho even if I’m not super confident writing full things. this one was short anyway so I kinda feel like it doesn’t count, but I’m still v happy to finally post my first skz oneshot! I hope you enjoyed it and thank you for reading <3)

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artificiallyimplantedmemories · 4 years ago

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Repost, don’t reblog! Tag 6 muns you would like to get to know better when done!

Name: Onyx... like the rock, not the Pokémon, though I won’t blame you if you use the other one. It’s not my favorite stone (that’s obsidian actually), but it’s short and sweet and a tough rock and semi-precious so I’ll take it. Some of my really old RP partners also know me as Skirmishes (yes, plural). Age: ~30 yikes Faceclaim: I FORGOT I USED TO HAVE ONE! I still have the icons... Shion from No. 6

Pronouns: he/him or they/them Height: 5′3″ or 160 cm Birthday: it’s a secret o.o Aesthetics: uhhhh this maybe? (photo by me)

Favourite muse(s) you’ve written: hmmm I’ve written many many many muses over the years, it’s hard to pick favorites. I’ve probably loved Fivey and the TARDIS best before coming to Marvel? I have a massive list of muses and this feels like picking a favorite child, I don’t like it T_T

What inspired you to take on your current muse (that you are posting this on): I wrote Clint Barton for a number of years (still do @arrowedavenger, but it’s a sideblog rather than a main one now), and during my time with him as my main muse, I met the delightful @tekhne (who was @shpixn back then) and fell in love with their Natasha. I ended up wading through some of her comics and she cemented into me because Nat and I have so much in common. When Clint’s depression got too much for me to handle (on top of my own) for writing him as my primary muse, I decided to try my hand and Nat, and have had her ever since. Luckily Clint is a little better for me now as well, so I can write them both!

What are your favourite aspects of your current muse: I absolutely adore and admire Natasha’s resilience. She’s been through so much and still steadfastly determined to do good in the world. She doesn’t always succeed, of course, and she’s a deeply flawed person, but she’s often angry for the right reasons, and I resonate hugely with many of her personal issues and mental health diagnoses. Writing her is very cathartic for me sometimes, and the fact that she can face many of the challenges that I do and come out of it standing gives me hope of doing the same.

What’s your biggest inspiration when it comes to writing: This is going to sound cheesy as hell but probably my RP partners? Aside from the fact that many of them are simply incredible writers in their own right, whenever I’m unsure of where to go with things, I can pop in and ask for feedback, or request drabble prompts if I’m not feeling threads, or simply chat about our muses and their antics without the pressure of writing, and that helps unlock actual thread writing. I’ve been pressed for time lately so threads have been a little harder sometimes, but my muse is overflowing.

Favourite types of threads: I really enjoy variety. I find that having a good balance of styles keeps me interested in writing — some action, some hurt/comfort, some straight out angst, some fluff, some smut — I like a well rounded experience. Right now I’m really digging some of my AUs too, for a variety of reasons. Some are intense, some are soft in ways that a normal verse would never allow, some are just fun, and some are... excuses to make myself and my rp partner cry. Oops?

Biggest struggle in regards to your current muse: I’m lucky to say that I don’t have a ton of struggles with Nat these days, though I always waffle on which parts of her canon I really want to incorporate, since she’s been written for so many years and had things retconned so many times. Mostly sometimes she just wants a very specific type of interaction which makes replying to all my drafts a little harder, so I just live in meme central -_-

tagged by: @murdcck

tagging: uh, all of you? let’s say any of the following only if you want to of course!! and anyone else who would like to steal it and tag me too! @fasciinating @heroicpaths @lostsouldier @fatedfuturist @aviophobic @knowseverythingaboutyou @gloriousxdarkness @shieldworn @saviare @steelhcpe @hellspeed @dracharenae @jenniferwallters @dearlybelovad@strangcrdoctor @the-mjolnir-owner @apollorise @brokenlilsoldier @agentnineteen @bluedwing @palidinus @magntokinesis @angerbuilt OKAY I’LL STOP NOW ANYONE ELSE WHO WANTS, DO THE THING PLEASE

#out of the red;#mun things;#dash games;#I just wanna get to know everyone!!#also some of you I know well but I'm curious about a couple questions specifically lol

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bundeslihaha · 4 years ago

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Bundeslihaha: New story alert!

I updated the AO3 series with a new story called Bundeslihaha Redux: The Cutting Room Floor, where I’ll be posting Redux material regardless of completion status! Check it out! :D

“Wait, what? Why are you doing this?” you might ask. Well, here’s the explanation!

I want to be more organized. This story, I feel, would be easier to read if it only contains Bundeslihaha: Where Fussball Meets Fun's finished chapters and art. Here's the plan:

Bundeslihaha: Where Fussball Meets Fun will be updated with other completed Bundeslihaha WFMF material

Don't Worry, Love (formerly a deleted chapter, Bayern/Hertha one-shot)

I hate you (formerly a deleted chapter, crack Leverkusen/FC Koeln poem)

The Bad Guy (an edgy Bayern-centric one-shot)

Horrible Idea (a fun Retortenklub one-shot)

Bundesliga Project art from 2014 - 2015 (yes, the oldest art where my art-style was still fully anime and were all drawn on notebooks!) (aka the nostalgia tag from Tumblr)

Various WFMF art

WFMF aesthetic/moodboards

Bundeslihaha memes for the soul

RB Leipzig

Augsburg aux cord

Comic Sans Valentines

Would you fuck your clone?

Stoppage Time (working title) will be updated with unfinished WFMF stories and concepts (+ Commentary)

This story has not been posted yet. I’m taking my time and prioritizing Bundeslihaha Redux. (Scroll down to the next bolded text)

Frauen-Bundeslihaha (Women's Bundesliga 1 and 2) and Drittelihaha (3. Liga)

Bundeslihaha: The Series

Chapter 14: Moe's Coming Hoam (Crossover)

Chapter 16: To Quälix inside Your Boots (Wolfsburg-centric)

Dortmund's Wonderful Life (Birthday Wish Gone Wrong)

Disguise (Bayern-centric)

Hoffenheim Lost His Soul

Die Macht am Rhein (Drabbles about Fortuna, Leverkusen, and Koeln)

Chapter 16: The Dressing Room (Bayern and Porto)

Bayern and Bochum '77

Shoot for the Stars (Darmstadt-centric)

Ask the Bavarian Clubs (if you want to see it now, click here)

Note: I'm not going to discuss deleted chapters and stories.

Bundeslihaha Redux: The Cutting Room Floor will be updated with Redux material (+ Commentary)

Bonus Round

Bundeslihaha Redux V1

Bundeslihaha Redux V2, Chapter 1

Bundeslihaha Redux V2, Chapter 2

Bundeslihaha Redux V2, Chapter 3 (Unfinished)

Main Story Comic, Prologue (sketch only)

Main Story Comic, Chapter 1 (sketch only)

Main Story Comic, Chapter 2 (sketch only)

Bonus Comic (sketch only)

Concepts

Furrionette - Wolfsburg/Augsburg

Retortenklub shenanigans - Leverkusen, Hoffenheim, Leipzig, Wolfsburg, occasionally Augsburg and Ingolstadt

Media Days: Bundesliga Personification Reality Show

Club Makeovers and "Image-Protection"

Roommates (Hannover and Freiburg are roommates, of course)

Bunducksliga (with pedalos!)

Queer Clubs

The Fairytale Date (unfinished story, Darmstadt-centric)

Reveal 2021 Draft (Bayern and Sechzig-centric)

Art (including the ones posted on the Bundeslihaha Tumblr)

2018 Halloween Comic

Darmstadt's cursed costume

Ingolstadt and Augsburg Kasperle

Petersen, Baetersen

The Josip Brekalo Issue

Freiburg vs Stuttgart painting

Bayern/Bochum pride art

Autograph Cards

SC Freiburg Reference Sheet

More coming eventually!

#update #bundesliga #football #soccer #ao3 #archive of our own #bundeslihaha #bundeslihaha redux

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3 days...

Until another round of TW Anchor Down begins! If you need some creative inspo, you can always combine TWAD prompts with other challenges or events from this handy events directory. Feel free to also use any previous round prompts from the prompt card filing cabinet if you’re running behind and/or still need to catch up. Here are some challenges and events that are happening between October, November and December of 2024:

>> Sceo Weekend (October 19-21) >> Sterek Week (October 25-31) >> Scisaac Week (November 18-24) >> Teen Wolf Rare Pair Events- Character of the Month (on-going) >> Full Moon Ficlet (ongoing) >> Sterek Drabbles (ongoing) >> Sterek Bingo (ongoing) >> Sterek Weekly (ongoing) >> Sterek Prompt Meme (ongoing) >> Steter-Stackson Bingo (ongoing) >> Teen Wolf Bingo (ongoing) >> Teen Wolf Poly Bingo (ongoing) >> 31 Days of Horror (daily horror themed writing prompts for October) >> Angstober (daily angst prompts for October) >> Fictober (daily fic prompts for October) >> Flufftober (daily fluff prompts for October) >> Whumptober (daily whumpy prompts for October) >> Polyship Week (November 17-23; 1 week of prompts for poly ships in any fandom) >> Art Prompt Calendar (daily prompts posted every month, multi-ship and multi-fandom) >> Horrific Bingo (ongoing and multi-fandom) >> Hurt and Comfort Bingo (ongoing and multi-fandom) >> LGBTQA+ Bingo (ongoing and multi-fandom) >> Sweet and Spicy Bingo (ongoing and multi-fandom) >> Slash Multiverse (ongoing and multi-fandom) >> The Reverse Prompt Challenge (multi-fandom; updated quarterly) >> Warm and Fluffy Bingo (ongoing and multi-fandom) >> Whump Challenges Galore (ongoing and multi-fandom)

If you know about other challenges that should be added to this list, send an ask. Let's make the best out of the remaining months of this year! Melissa is psyched to get going!

#twanchordown2024 #teen wolf #teen wolf events #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf fanart #art challenge #fic challenge #prompt challenge #countdown #signal boost #mod post #twadwaningcrescent24

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goldeneyedgirl · 4 years ago

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2020 Fic Meme

It happens every year like clockwork. The Fic Round-Up Meme. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to it this year because I’ve written so much. As usual, compiled from ancient Livejournal fic memes. I like doing it as kind of a time capsule of my writing. If anyone else wants to take a crack, feel free. I love reading writers’ throughs on their own work. <3 No tagging because that is PRESSURE.

Twilight

12 Days of Fic-Mas (Twilight, WIP) Day 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 + Christmas Eve Twelve days of fic extracts, previews, and drabbles focusing on Alice Cullen and Jess/Jasper Hale: Anathema, the KidFic, Married in Vegas, Daemons, Memento Vivere, Human Alice Kills James, Jess and Alice do Prom, Forgotten, Vampires in Vegas, Shadow to Light Missing Scene, Hybrid, Cowboys and Angel Solstice, and All These Broken Things

Afterglow (Alice/Jasper, AU, Romance, G) There were three things of which she was certain. The first was that her name was Alice. The second was that she was born an angel. And three, she was getting ready to die.

Against a Wall (Alice/Jasper, Human/Vampire AU, Romance, Angst, PG) If you asked anyone with the surname ‘Whitlock’, they’d tell you that the family was cursed. It was the Whitlock Curse to blame the day the bank took the ranch away from Jasper’s own father.

And Found (Alice/Jasper, Soulmark AU, Romance, PG) The soul mark appears when Alice is six. It is a twisted ribbon of a mark, from the inside of her left elbow, up her arm, over her shoulder, along her clavicle, over her right shoulder and down to her right wrist. What ugly, soulless individual could inspire such a mark?

Jar of Hearts Pt 1 Pt 2 (WIP) (Alice, Emmett, Seth, MCU xover, Angst, PG) The snap came for everyone - “He said he’d never leave me,” she says in a wobbly voice. “He promised me.”“It wasn’t by choice,” Emmett rushes to tell her. “You were his last thought; he tried so hard to get home before he…”

Never a Question (Alice/Jasper, AU, Angst, G) Carlisle is quite sure that he’s watching his son’s heart break into a million pieces as he stares at his human mate, slowly dying alone, not a single person allowed to hold her hand.

Hand in Hand (Alice/Jasper, AU, Fluff, G) “Never,” he swears, pressing a kiss to her cheek that makes her beam - “There’s not a single moment I can think of that cannot be improved by your presence, darlin’.”

Love & Duty (Alice/Jasper, AU, Romance, G) A trainee witch is sent to treat a wounded cowboy from her brother coven.

Shadow to Light (WIP) (Alice/Jasper, AU Angst, PG) In 1918, Jasper lures the newborn known as Mary-Alice back to Monterrey. He is lost to her before it even begins. (Ch 6-8)

The Way of Things (Alice/Jasper, AU, Drama, M) She truly doesn’t know what comes next. He truly doesn’t know if it will be good or bad. They will live this life for as long as it lasts, long may it last, surrounded by the people they love and trust.

What You Say (Alice/Jessamine, Canon, Angst, M) Edward might have thought Aro was their reckoning, but Alice knows for her, it is Jessamine’s hurt.

Total number of completed stories: ELEVEN.

Total word count: 90,155 words were formally posted - not including snippets, previews (aside from FicMas) or anything that was shared on the Discord server.

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d predicted? I fucking nailed it. Like, seriously. THREE chapters of Shadow to Light? Every single day of JaliceWeek AND FicMas? I mean, I think the lockdown definitely helped with free time, and not going to lie, the iOS shutdown of Fortnite probably assisted my productivity.

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January? The Discord has so much to answer for. I wrote porn. Like, what. What. What. What. I find this bizarre and did not have ‘let’s just go full NC17 in 2020′ on my bingo card, but it happened. In fact, 2019 Lexie has just gone full spit-take and yelled, “WHAT?!” at the top of her lungs.

And to make it more surprising, it’s both het and f/f porn. Like, mind-blown. Who am I anymore?

What’s your own favourite story of the year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you happiest? The Way of Things, What You Say, And Found, & Afterglow. All fics that came together really well, that felt like *me*, and had hopeful endings. I’m really proud of them.

STL doesn’t get an opportunity to be apart of this til it’s finished.

Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them? The porn.

Apparently, I can write it. Who knew?

I definitely threw caution to the wind with JaliceWeek and just went for whatever crossed my mind and stopped worrying so much. Like, whatever, this is what I want to write so I will. I mean, the MCU crossover is happening in a slightly more obscure way than I initially envisaged it, it’s definitely a better fic for it.

I joined the Discord, and that’s been amazing. I’ve spent my last few fandoms existing in kind of a vacuum because of bad experiences and the fact I’m usually doing something niche, so having people to talk to who are so nice and welcoming and are happy to ignore my special brand of obnoxiousness is so lovely and has had such a good affect on my mental health. Sometimes you need people you can be your dorkiest self with.

My instincts are pretty good as far as fic goes, people are awesome, and I can write sex scenes. It’s been a learning curve, let me tell you that.

Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the New Year? I have to balance grad school, my business, and my writing, so that’s going to be interesting. I think I need to look at my fic more as downtime than a high-stress ‘job’ because I LOVE writing it. I love writing. I love reading. But I get in my own head and overthink. So my goals are BALANCE and RELAX.

My best story of this year: Oh man, that’s not something I can judge. I am so incredibly proud of how Afterglow, And Found, and The Way of Things turned out. Especially considering I was so behind with JaliceWeek, and I think I was putting out a fic a day, and freaking out because I was lacking ideas, so when these three just came together exactly how I wanted them, it was a good moment.

My most popular story: Shadow to Light. Look, if that’s my legacy to fandom, I’ve done pretty damn well. I’m really, really appreciative of how enthusiastic people are about this ‘verse. I don’t always understand it, because I can see how my writing has changed and how the story has evolved massively (first it was supposed to be a one-shot, then five chapters.) I hope that it ends up being satisfying for everyone because I have LOVED writing it, even if I am slower than molasses.

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: Everyone is always so damn enthusiastic about my writing. I think maybe Hybrid is kind of a big question mark for everyone at the moment because there are so many questions and no answers yet.

And any of the Jessamine/Alice. That’s a new niche, I get not everyone is into it. But it’s happening and will continue into 2020.

Most fun story to write: What You Say or Jess and Alice at Prom. Jess is a little snarkier than Jasper, less controlled, and the girls are super fun to write, even high-tension scenes.

Most Sexy Story: Oh, I can answer this now! Um, maybe The Way of Things or Jess and Alice at Prom? Yup, those are my picks.

Story with the single sexiest moment: The Way of Things. This happened before the Discord Intervention, and I’m genuinely not sure if I’m happy with the end of the Prom fic, so it might be reworked slightly in the future. But The Way of Things I was really happy with because it covered so many ideas I had in a way that fit together well.

That’s where she makes good on her unspoken promises from aeons again, of their private victory celebration. She sits astride him, her hips rolling hard against his, drawing out his groans and growls as he grips her thighs almost tight enough to crack. Their gazes are locked the entire time, her tongue skimming over her lips, as she lets her emotions tell him everything that she wants and everything she plans to take.

He remembers fucking her in the dirt in Dacia; his mouth between her legs as she hollered obscenities in a Paris attic; and the urgent, passionate loving-making of a marriage finally consummated.

She remembers bloody emeralds looped around her throat and resting between her breasts as she gets down on her knees and takes him into her mouth, his fingers tangled in her hair; the delicious weight of him on top of her, their sweat mingling and cooling in the frozen night as their flimsy bed creaked against the wall; and his soft encouragement in her ear as he grasps her around the waist, their hands resting together on the gentle swell of her stomach.

Most “holy crap, that’s wrong, even for you” story: I think I restrained myself from anything too dark or twisted this year, actually. Oh, wait, Vampires in Vegas. That one has some pretty dark implications about Alice’s life, about the vampire underworld, and Jasper’s behaviour, especially as it goes one. No fic that deals with someone being put into sex work without educated consent is going to avoid being dark, and I think it’s logical that vampires would have their hands in a lot of illegal yet profitable areas.

Story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters: Anything with Jessamine/Alice because, like, Jess isn’t a name-swap of Jasper, and the relationship dynamic shifts with the slight personality shifts. And then you have to consider the family and social dynamic of two women in the relationship, so working all that out was fun.

Jar of Hearts is another one, because I had to work out who the fic was going to follow and what was lost. And Emmett and Alice pretty much don’t interact in canon, but they were chosen for a reason. I’ve stripped them down to their worst, most isolated selves without their ‘true north’ (Rose and Jasper) or their moral center (Carlisle and Esme), or even their secret weapon (Edward). Seth, too, has been isolated from his family and friends, and is especially ‘other’ in this situation. This is an MCU crossover, so we’re kind of following a heroes’ journey with the last of Forks’ supernatural creatures.

Hardest story to write: Shadow to Light because of the way I have to use language, because of the plot strands from canon when I hate writing canon material, and how the characters have changed and how this new version reflects the old version.

Against a Wall, as well, because of the in-verse time crunch I had - I needed Jasper damaged, military-minded, and changed by age 19. And I needed the boy broken. I’m happy with it, the story is done and dusted, but it didn’t quite turn out how I planned. And that’s okay, because I like this version. But I think I tackled something a lot bigger than I anticipated with it.

Most disappointing: Look, I love the verse and the set-up, but I think Love & Duty could do with another 2k words for build-up. I just ran out of time, honestly, to build up that mutual attraction between Alice and Jasper.

Easiest story to write: Anathema, because Alice’s voice was so clear in it. Anathema!Alice knows exactly who she is, and that’s always fun. And the Shadow to Light Missing Scene; it wasn’t as long as I hoped, but it turned out exactly as I imagined it happening.

Biggest surprise: Everyone really, really liked Forgotten. And Vampires in Vegas, which I honestly thought were the weakest offerings during FicMas.

Most unintentionally telling story: The Way of Things. There’s so little dialogue, and it’s covering such a massive amount of time and story that it’s intentionally written to tell.

Story I’d like to revise: Love & Duty, and Married in Vegas. A little polish, a little shine, it’s fine. For Love & Duty, it’s definitely the time crunch I need to go back and fix; for Married in Vegas, it’s just reflective of how long ago I started it. I’m a better writer, I know the characters more, and I’m less prone to overly dramatic plot twists.

Story I didn’t write but will at some point, I swear: Look, let me lay the groundwork now so that no one who isn’t on the Discord isn’t startled.

There’s going to be a Jess/Jasper/Alice threesome fic, and I regret nothing.

I really, really want to get All These Broken Things redone and posted because it’s getting silly how long it’s just been sitting there.

I want to actually write Monster, which is a fic I don’t talk about much but I want to write. It’s a question about who the monster of the story is, and I’m not sure I’m as skilled as I should be, to write it, but I want to try.

And one of my numerous attempts at a Haunted House Cryptid fic. It has to happen, I have so many ideas!

#my fic #writing meme #meme #twilight renaissance #jalice

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feather-dancer · 5 years ago

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New month means it’s time for around round of “What the hell is Feather writing and why has Ghost!AU chapter 3 not come out yet”!

Masks we wear, Lies we Share aka Strickler fic - On hold / No progress

Ghosts he left behind aka Ghost!AU - Chapter 3 out last month was a lie wasn’t it? I’m so sorry it IS being worked on between the monitor death when I was getting First Encounters out, sidetracked by Stars and other things I didn’t make as much of a dent as I hoped. I’m gonna make an attempt for Christmas which will be more doable when the transcription I’m working on is complete in a few days time though the downside for me is the next scene is Merlin and I’ll spend most of the time wanting to strangle him for his vagueness even though he’s right... The part after that is gonna be rather painful as it’s a heavy subject mingled in with innocent conversation between [[Redacted]] happening sooo yeah. At the time of typing we’re still on Day 1 which is something canon very understandably skimmed over in Jim Hunters so I’m doing a lot of the heavy lifting before [[A different redacted]] happens as there will be no real stopping once it does. Fun!

Things unsaid aka Nomura and Strickler oneshot - On hold / No progress

A Collection of Daises - Tumblr prompts - aka Prompt #2 - On hold / No progress

You weren’t there aka Douxie oneshot - Uuuuh I edited it a bit but no real progress to be honest I think I decided to do said random edits when i was grabbing a quote from the file for that ask meme.

Along came a word - writing meme collection aka A bit of everything - Somehow this thing has gained another six drabbles. I need help.

Savouring Memories and First Encounters aka the two drabbles with legs are both out now. The first is a conversation with Past!Morgana when Douxie ends up back in Camelot and the nature of grief, the other is how the first meeting between Douxie and Zoe potentially went.

As long as there are stars in the sky aka Stars - First chapter of the Trollhunter Douxie fic is out! I have all my notes prepped for chapter 2 but I’m holding off touching it until Ghost!AU gets it’s long awaited chapter because I know I probably won’t stop if I start now. This is my attempt to be good.

Heart of Glass aka a very terrible AU where Moppet is driven from Camelot after he loses his hand to Merlin as result if a horribly spiraling situation since he released the prisoners and ends up being (Kinda sorda long game) adopted by the Arcane Order. A friend accidentally sparked this and now I’m dragging several people into this rabbit hole with me because it’s a fluffy horribly angsty mess with three potential ends that hinge entirely on the actions of others. For writing specifically however a couple days ago I started writing a conversation between Douxie and Claire, recently possessed by Morgana who had recognised him at the restaurant because of his hand, who is now trying to figure out the connection between the two of them to mixed results.

I won’t lie this thing will probably be various snapshots across the timeline as I physically cannot do a straight run of this mess. Just something to take my fancy as and when it does you know?

#writing #Ghost!AU #Stars #Heart of Glass

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ticklin-ninjas-censored · 5 years ago

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Maybe Naru and Rin for the drabble meme, if you're still accepting! :3

(The number that was asked for was #10. Tickle Sex)

The sky had turned a soft purple over the village and chilled breeze had begun to blow, leading a hot day into a somewhat cooler night. That turned out to be the right remedy in one particular home, as cool air invaded a very intimate, steamy and...different...type of sexual play., as well as mixing within loud, squeaking laughter.

Naruto, deciding to have some fun with Rin, who was possibly even more sensitive in this state, certainly had his hands full. In his right hand, two of his fingers had been inserted within Rin’s clit, pumping at a steady interval. His mouth had the women’s left nipple captive, suckling and nipping at it as it grew more firm. His left hand was the game-changer as it relentlessly squeezed her side, right near her ribs.

Rin was certainly ticklish, and it was on full display. In between squeals and bursts of laughter, Rin would let a few spine-tingling moans spill out from her lips as this went on. It was mixed of emotions and feelings, but Naruto definitely had the endurance to keep this keep. His fingers retracted and reinserted with each squeeze of her waist as his tongue flicked and slid along the hardening skin around her nipple.

After a while, he gave Rin a very brief reprieve, along with a devilish smirk before switching it up. He straddled her waist with his knees, facing her legs. Bringing his head down, his mouth and tongue went down to work, inserting themselves right into her clit, lapping up all the juices from within. This earned a new round of pure moans from the girl, more then likely relieved that the tickling had seized, but it was merely the calm before the storm.

Naruto’s hands now began to crawl and spider walk around Rin’s thighs, which she would respond by squeezing together, as well as the blond’s head deeper into her, some giggles fighting within the moans. A grin would adorn Naruto’s face as he would respond by pulling her ankles closer towards him, occasionally giving the bottom of her foot a tickle as well, forcing squeaks and squeals out from Rin’s lungs as she tried to focus on the Naruto’s oral adventures. Amidst her laughter, she would kick and thrash a bit and even on one occasion, a stray knee striking Naruto’s head.

At that point, Naruto withdrew his head from her clit, giving her a backwards, evil glance that immediately made her a bit nervous.

“Perhaps I should...restrain you...”

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sunken-standard · 8 years ago

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Drabble Meme Prompt Fill Number Infinity

Since I had three sets of prompts with significant overlap, I combined them:

Requested by @mistykins06:Dear one. I'm incredibly late to the latest Drabble challenge so I shall throw 86 (You’re cute with glasses) and 96 (I could’ve gone pro) at you to do with what you will. Love, Mistykins06 Requested by @mizjoely: If you're still taking prompts, 20, 21 & 22 would be fab (together, apart, whatever floats your boat!) - When’s the last time you smiled?/ Stop being such a brat/ If I wanted one, I would have gotten it myself Requested by @theleftpill: For the drabble meme - I have no idea what the phrases are since I don't have the original list, so I'm choosing numbers for personal reasons: 86 (You’re cute with glasses ), 20 (When’s the last time you smiled?), 22 (If I wanted one, I would have gotten it myself)

Set in The Cheese Stands Alone ‘verse.

"You’re cute with glasses"/ "I could’ve gone pro"/ "When’s the last time you smiled?"/ "Stop being such a brat"/ "If I wanted one, I would have gotten it myself"

"Stop being such a brat and just come back," Molly said, her ancient cordless phone wedged between her ear and shoulder as she refilled the salt shaker. She always tidied her kitchen when she was using her land line, it was ridiculous. Who still used a land line anyway? Her one remaining friend from the Tom-era and former colleague 'Meena,' apparently. Dull. "Three is old enough to stay home alone for a few hours while you take a shift in the lab. Just give him a little Benylin and put him in a dog crate with a blanket over it, turn on the telly for some noise, he won't even know you're gone."

Ah yes, the future mother of my children, Sherlock thought dryly.

"Pfft, unfit. And if I wanted one, I would have got it myself. No, it's not baby-snatching if you leave something of equal value in the pram, like a puppy or a bag of apples."

He glanced up and she was smiling that little dimply, impish smile of hers. She was trying to murder him; cause of death—ironically unrequited love and cuteness.

"I'm telling you, the new techs they send in just keep getting worse. I don't know where they're getting them, but..." A pause while Meena said something that made Molly's lips twist into a half-smile, half grimace. "Oh, he was a dope, but at least he's not a creep. This new one, Gaz—yeah, I know, right?—spent his entire first day staring at my tits like he was trying to make eye contact with them to assert his dominance or something."

He's not going to last long, Sherlock thought darkly. His eyes drifted to her chest, her bra-less breasts wobbling rather enticingly under her t-shirt. Molly would find a way to take care of it, she always did, but if she didn't, he could arrange for 'Gaz' to accidentally fall down some stairs or something else equally violent and debilitating. One of the many perks of associating with the criminal classes.

Molly snapped her fingers in front of her chest to get his attention, then pointed rather pointedly to her eyes while pursing her lips. They're up here.

Shit. She'd caught him looking. And rather than being flustered or flattered or—best-case—ready to throw the phone down and whip her t-shirt over her head to let him have a go at them, she just looked annoyed.

She laughed at something Meena said and went back to tidying the worktop.

"Ugh, my ear feels like it's going to fall off," she said, flopping down next to him on the sofa. It was a Herculean effort not to watch her breasts bounce as she did it; now that she knew he looked and she wasn't happy about it, it was all he wanted to do. Well, more than he normally did, which, to be fair, was a significant amount of time anyway.

He looked at her ear, instead, which was quite red from where it had been pressed to the phone for the last hour and change.

"Now you know why I don't like lengthy phone conversations."

"You don't like any phone conversations," she contradicted, pulling that scornful face of hers that made her look like she should be wearing a ball gown, surrounded by birds and anthropomorphic mice and talking teapots.

"Texting is easier."

"Not when I'm in the middle of a post-mortem."

"That's why you have assistants."

"I have assistants to assist with the post-mortem. Not to answer questions like, 'Could you, in theory, fit three Walnut Whips in your mouth at once?' Though really, can't complain about that one, the next day I had seven of them on my desk because apparently Ann told everyone in the department and they all wanted to know. So, I mean, free chocolate. Oh, don't make that face."

"What face? This is my normal face." He might have been making a face; that text was actually supposed to be private, since it wasn't for a case and more a matter of personal curiosity. He'd also been eating a Walnut Whip at the time and was having other, entirely less innocent thoughts about her eating one, too.

"Well, yes, but it's a glower. When's the last time you smiled?"

"Yesterday, though it may have just been wind," he answered dryly.

It had the desired effect; she couldn't help herself and snorted. Molly loved a fart joke. Maybe he could get her to watch some Monty Python again later.

"I really wish Meena would come back. She was so good at her job—no accidents, always there on time, never ran the wrong tests on the wrong samples. And she was so much fun! She was the one who dared me to wear her glasses when they did the new ID badge photos. We were talking about how no one ever checks them anyway and I could probably wear a clown nose and a rainbow wig and no one would even raise an eyebrow," Molly said, her tone wistful.

"Mm, always wondered why you had them in that picture," he murmured distractedly, deftly applying a second coat of red varnish to her middle toenail. Being her stand-in girlfriend wasn't all bad all the time; at least he got to be physically close to her and she talked to him. "You look cute with glasses."

Bollocks, he thought. He hadn't meant to say that out loud. He hoped she'd just take it as a girlfriend thing, like telling her her hair was on point or those shoes were hot or whatever it was women said to each other to be supportive.

"Oh, ah, thank you," she said. It was almost a question.

"You're welcome?" he answered, making it a question himself.

He finished applying the varnish in excruciating silence; he was very aware of Molly watching him as he picked her foot up off his lap to blow on her still-wet nails. It was a heavy moment.

"You're, ah, really good at that. Pedicures, I mean," Molly said, her voice strained.

"Had a case once for a nail salon owner. Industrial espionage, more or less—well, less, more than more, they had their own line of varnishes and care products that were being tampered with. Learned how to do it there. She said I could've gone pro. I even got to keep the tips," he babbled, realizing he'd been swiping his thumb over Molly's ankle.

"Just the tips?" Molly asked, and he really wasn't sure if she was making a sex joke or asking a genuine question; he swallowed hard against the implication of the former and the very vivid image his brain supplied him with.

"Actually got a bottle of nail varnish, too. I used it in an experiment. It was purple." I carried a watermelon.

Good thing she didn't know he'd actually seen (and liked) Dirty Dancing; he could at least maintain the illusion of having a working pair of testicles. There had to be an appropriate joke in there about the colour blue as well, but he was having a hard time (ha) thinking past the smoothness of her skin. She'd shaved just the night before.

"How is your ankle, by the way?" he asked, changing the subject to something safe.

"Much better, barely feel it now. Bruising's almost gone," she said too quickly, grateful that the conversation was moving away from weird, at least.

"I see," he said, pushing up her trouser leg under the pretence of inspecting her ankle.

"I mean, you can still wait on me hand and foot and carry me up the stairs, if you're still feeling guilty," she joked. "Wouldn't mind a bacon butty right now. Or a glass of wine. Or both."

He turned to her with a look of appalled affront at her gustatory choices, then let it drop. "Actually, do you have any bacon in? I'm a bit peckish myself."

"No, but I've still got plenty of cheese."

"Grilled cheese it is, then. Goes better with the wine, anyway," he said, easing himself out from under her feet.

"Mm, God, this is gorgeous," she said, using her finger to swipe a gooey string of cheese off of her chin. "Since when do you know how to cook things that aren't potentially explosive or otherwise hazardous?"

"I'm a man of many talents," he said before biting into his own sandwich. Using the sliced apple in it had been a stroke of brilliance if he did say so himself. "I know how to both boil and fry an egg, too," he added.

"With skills like that, you'll make some lucky woman very happy one day," she said lightly. "You can certainly fill out an apron." She gave him an amused mock-leer from where she was leaned against the sink with her plate.

The apron was rather ridiculous, but he wasn't going to ruin a £300 shirt with grease splatter.

"Well, if you ever come across a woman who doesn't mind the occasional potentially explosive or otherwise hazardous dinner, enjoys solving crimes, and can provide me with human body parts for experimentation, then do give her my number," he said, skirting the edge of actually flirting by injecting just a hint of sarcasm into his tone. It was either that or drop to his knees and beg her to just give him a chance to make her happy; he'd rather not ruin the evening, though.

"I don't know, a woman like that sounds awfully dangerous. Probably has a few bodies buried in her back garden. Could have had an ex-boyfriend that was a criminal mastermind. Maybe he's even buried in her back garden." She smirked before taking a bite of her sandwich.

He was hit with the memory of when he'd told her Moriarty was dead and she needed to do something with the body until Mycroft could arrange disposal; Shall I just bury him in my back garden, then? had been her incredulous response. Hadn't been nearly as amusing at the time.

Wait, was she flirting? Or was she just going along with the joke?

"I like a woman who knows her way around a shovel. Graverobbing's always much more fun with two."

"I thought that was housebreaking."

"That too. Lots of things are better with two. Vandalism, confidence tricks, footraces, most board games..."

"Sex," she supplied.

"Probably," he agreed.

He could almost hear the needle scratch across the vinyl before she scrutinized him.

"I mean, with one person it's not really sex as such and three or more is just too many, so two for sex. Two is the magic number there. Two people. Having sex," he stumbled to clarify, anything to cover the fact that he had no first-hand knowledge of the act.

"Ohhh-kay."

And it was going so well there for a minute.

"Sherlock," she said, pulling her calves away from his still-cold feet.

"Hm."

"If I, ah, ever did meet a woman like you described before, or, I mean, someone I thought you might like, would you, ah, ever want me to introduce you? Because, I—I would."

"Thank you, but no."

"Women not your area, married to your work, right."

"No, that's just what I tell John when asks annoying, invasive questions." Because it was dark and he was turned away from her and there was always something about the night-time that made confessions easier, he said it. "To be quite honest, I'm not interested in meeting any women. I've already met one and I can't really imagine anyone else being able to hold a candle to her."

"Oh," she said quietly, sadly. "If you, ah, ever want to talk about it, I mean, it must be hard to keep up long distance for so long..."

Long distance? What was she—oh. Irene Adler, John's blog and the lie he'd told about the witness protection scheme in America.

Really though, what he had with Molly could be considered long distance; the other side of the bed may as well be the other side of the world for all the distance between them.

"It can be trying at times, but every moment I do get with her is precious," he said sincerely. It was probably a cruel thing to do to make her think it was someone else, but maybe, just maybe, if he could get his feelings out like this, he could tell her the truth someday. Or else he was shooting himself in the foot.

She reached over and gave his arm a gentle squeeze.

"I'd spend every hour of every day with her if I could. Sleep next to her every night. Apart from the cold feet, I don't think she'd mind."

"She probably doesn't mind the cold feet as much as she pretends to," Molly said, her voice taking on that gentle, heartbreaking tone of hers when she was clamping down on her own misery to ease someone else's.

He'd maybe made a bit of a mistake, miscalculated how deeply buried the feelings she used to have for him still were. He didn't want to hurt her.

He wiggled backwards a bit and pressed his feet against her again; this time to the outside of her leg, one foot from her ankle to mid-calf, the other above it.

"Or maybe she does mind it, but she puts up with your bullshit because she loves you too much anyway," Molly said, poking him in the back.

His heart sped up with the thought of Molly loving him in return; what a wonderful thing that would be.

"I do sometimes wonder if she does. She's never said it. Not in so many words, at least."

"Have you ever said it to her? I mean, assuming you do love her, which it sounds like you do."

"Oh, I do. More than I ever thought possible. Never found the right moment to actually tell her, though. The timing's always bad."

"Mm. Yeah." A pause. "I'm sure you'll find the right time and the right words one day."

"One hopes," he dismissed.

They settled back down to sleep, both lost in their own thoughts.

"Molly—"

"Hm?"

"Goodnight." He just couldn't do it. Wanted to, but couldn't.

One day.

#mistykins06 #mizjoely #theleftpill #sherlolly #drabble ask meme round 3 #sunken's secret stash

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Rosebud

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Park Jimin/Reader [F]

Genre: Drabble, Dad!Jimin, Fluffy shit

Words: 1.3k

@kookies-cupof-tae I’m finally starting those drabble from ages ago!!! Sorry this took so long love~

17: “What’s the matter, sweetie?” 35: “Welcome to fatherhood.”

It was ten past 3 in the afternoon when Jimin stepped out of the lofty apartment he shared with his fiance and daughter. It was his daughter first day back to school, and with her being the young age of the innocent 7, he was more than ready to pick her up from her day and yap on and on about it until the sun has long since disappeared.

It was no secret that he was wrapped around his little girl’s finger, so after the summer of her being by him day in and day out, he was feeling just a tad bit lonely.

Jimin had tied her hair up for her, fit her in her favorite outfit that she called her 'dad look', with a pair of cheap jeans with patches of fabric on the legs and a striped shirt with suspenders. Fashionable for a 7-year-old, but just far too adorable. With her father's naturally dark hair as her own, her eyes were undeniably yours. Shining with the same beauty he saw in you.

Jimin, slipping on a pair of worn out slides, trotted out of his apartment with the door locked behind him and key safely in his pocket. Nearly tempted to race down the stairs of 4 flights rather than wait for the elevator, he was bouncing in place. Heel to toe as the elevator dinged and the metal doors slid open, seeing the elderly folks from across the hall step off. Offering them a small greeting and priceless smile, he stepped in the elevator and made his descent down.

Soon, he was leaning against a stop sign at his daughters drop off, scrolling on his phone, texting you as you finished up your last hour at work. He knew he should be, but when you replied with nothing but memes and 4th-grade level insults, he couldn't help my giggle and push forward. You were far too cute. Soon, his ears picked up on the all too familiar sound of the whirring of a bus and soon followed by the squeaking of the brakes.

Children filed off one by one, all belonging to different families and splitting up in different directions to get home. Some going left to small homes, some going to a car to be picked up for the rest of the way home by parents or family friends, some darting straight into the apartment building Jimin lived in to meet their own families while the rest remained on the bus and continued on. Jimin waved a short greeting to the bus driver before he saw the top of his daughters head amble down the stairs.

Her bag on his back with her hands tightly holding the straps, she stepped onto the ground as he kept her face down. She sniffled slightly as the bus drove off and Jimin rushed to her, kneeling at her level and rubbing her shoulder. Her eyes were swollen and puffy as her nose ran, a tissue balled up in her hand.

Jimin cooed as he pats her head, brushing her bangs back. A worried frown etched his face as his forehead crinkled. His eyes opened wide as his lips pouted out. He ran his fingers over his daughter's eyes and rubbed her chubby little cheeks that still had yet to lose their baby fat.

"Hey," he softly spoke as she unlatched her hands from her school bag rubbed at her wet eye with her palm. "What's the matter, sweetie?" He softly cooed as he kneeled at her level. She sniffled as fat tears rolled down her cheeks and she stepped forward, wrapping her small arms around her father's neck.

He softly smiled as he felt her hiccup against his chest as he pets her hair and rubbed her back under her backpack. He continued to shush and coo his little girl as she buried her face in his neck, wetting it with her innocent tears and her harsh breaths.

"Let's go home, yeah?" He softly spoke as she nodded, but made no action of actually stepping away from him. He chuckled as he tucked his arms under her legs and stood up, taking her with him as she clasped her hands behind his neck as he carried her into the building, up the elevator, and into the apartment.

Soon, he was curled up on the couch with his daughter on his legs as she still sniffled, Jimin replacing her wrinkled tissue with a fresh box of unused ones and a nearly empty trash bin.

As she relayed her day to him, it didn't seem all that bad. She talked about her teacher who was really nice and cool and also did a fantastic cat impersonation. She talked about all the classmates that commented and complimented her on her backpack and her style. How at recess she was taking turns pushing and swinging on the swing sets and she even started multiplication!

"If your day was so nice, why were you so sad sweetheart?" Jimin still pats at the back of her head when she would hiccup.

"I missed you and mommy," she replied as Jimin heard the twinge of her voice change like she was going to cry all over again. Jimin giggled as he scooped up his little girl and kissed her big cheeks. He kissed and cuddled her until she was in a fit of giggled and the two heard the front door unlock and the jingling of keys. Her eyes widened as Jimin was hoping her off his lap. "Go get mommy," and she was off like a bullet.

"Mommy!" She cried as Jimin heard you drop your keys into the bowl that sat by the front door.

"Jiyo!" You cried right back as Jimin got up from the couch to meet you. You rounded the corner, still dressed in your black pants, white servers shirt and tie around apron from your job. Working waitressing was stressful, but the tips always pulled through to help with bills and spoiling your little rosebud of a daughter. "Rosebud, why are you sad?" You cooed as Jiyo was having her fill of parent cuddles this afternoon.

Jimin waltzed up to you, sliding his hand behind your back to rest on your waist. He kissed your cheek. "How was work?" He asked as Jiyo was busy hiding in her mother's chest and comfort as you swayed back and forth holding her.

"Busy, but no jerks today, so that always makes for a good day." You teased. You turned back to your daughter in your arms as you danced your way into the living room, plopping on the couch with her on your lap and Jimin following behind, sitting beside the two of you as he rubbed your daughters back.

Soon enough, Jiyo had cried herself into a peaceful, puffy-faced nap which would surely make her actual bedtime this evening more than a little difficult to handle. Jimin pets her head as he slung his arm over your shoulders and relaxed with the two of you. You leaned slightly into his side.

"She had a good day at school, but she said she missed us too much." He smiled as he recalled her stepping off the bus. "You should've seen her when she got home, she was so puffy and even if I should feel bad, she was so cute!" You rolled your eyes. "Ahhh, I don't know if I can keep letting her go to school if she's going to miss daddy so much!"

"Welcome to fatherhood, Jimin. I'm still dropping her off in the morning though. I call dibs."

"What if we both do it?"

"Nope. You can pick her up, you work from home."

"You're unfair," He pouted but relented. You were just as darned cute as his daughter, and as with his daughter, he just didn't know how to say no.

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