#he is getting lots and lots of (plot relevant!) cuddles

[etchedstars]

i read byler fic for like four months before actually writing anything and kept saying to myself "wow these are some really touch starved ao3 authors (/aff)" anyways fast forward 30k words later and . i think i understand

[fairyhaos]

❖ take care of me anyway // yoon jeonghan

jeonghan x gn!reader, 1.7k+ words

tags: office worker!jeonghan not rlly relevant to the plot tho, sick fic, fluff, established relationship

warnings: brief fever-induced hallucinations ig?? but theyre rlly cute, pet names, reader has a cold

notes: im sick. like, 'i have a cold' sick. and i also have another sick fic planned so uhh yeah im a little Unwell in the head too

There are ten minutes left of Jeonghan’s lunch break when you finally call him.

“Hello, my darling,” he says, his tone both parts dry and amused. “How are you?”

“Sick,” you reply, and even just that word sounds horribly bunged up. “But you knew that already, didn’t you? You called in sick for me.”

Jeonghan just hums, smiling a little as he adjusts the phone against his ear, walking down the street back to his company building. “Maybe I did.”

You don’t say anything for a moment, and he can almost hear you pouting on the other end of the line. There’s a rustling sound as you adjust yourself in bed, and he sighs.

“How sick are you?”

“Very,” you say, miserably, and then give a series of harsh, wet coughs that has him wincing. “Very sick. I only just woke up, but my head is just…” You don’t finish your sentence. Just make a very pained sound like a wounded puppy.

Jeonghan chuckles. “Gee, I wonder how you managed to get so sick. It’s not like walking home in the pouring rain without a coat makes you ill, isn’t it?”

You whine at that, upset. “Han, I told you, I was gonna call you but my phone was dead. I had no choice! Wanted to get home fast to see you,” you add in a mumble, sounding dejected.

He smiles at that. “It wasn’t like I was going anywhere, though,” he points out. “I was all comfortably squished on the couch. I wasn’t gonna disappear any time soon. You could’ve taken your time. Waited for the rain to pass.”

“Yeah, but still,” you huff petulantly, then sniff. “Can you make soup when you get back home?” you ask after a beat, and sniffle again. “And also buy some tissues? And meds? And give me cuddles?”

Jeonghan chuckles at how pitiful you sound, resisting the urge to coo. “No.”

“What?” You’re whining again, and you sound all bunged up but Jeonghan just smiles, amused. “But your darling Y/N is currently suffering the worst cold in the entire world.”

“But alas, I think my darling Y/N is the sole person to blame for this cold,” Jeonghan says, lips twitching upwards. “Don't you think so?”

“Come take care of me anyway.”

“No.”

You make a noise of discontent, sheets rustling as you shift around in bed again. “Hmph. Worst boyfriend ever. I’m breaking up with you.”

That makes him laugh, the stunned sound being pulled out of him by your deadpan tone, and he grins to himself out on the street, rounding the corner until his company building is in sight. “Whatever you say,” he singsongs. “I’ll see later, okay?”

“Whatever. Bye.” A pause. “Have a nice day.”

Jeonghan smiles as you hang up, looking fondly down at your contact name. He’s standing in front of the company entrance, now, and he has three minutes of his break left. Just enough time to get into the elevator and up to his office.

He pockets his phone, turns on his heel and traipses off to find the nearest pharmacy.

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You’ve been drifting in and out of sleep the entire day, constantly stuck in that drowsy, so-sick-that-nothing-feels-real state, and you’ve hallucinated Jeonghan coming home a total of thirteen times in the past five hours.

At least, you think it’s been five hours.

Maybe it’s been less than that.

Whatever. Time is weird.

The point is, your mind is all fuzzy and everything feels like it’s floating, so when someone who looks an awful lot like Jeonghan comes into the room, you just groan. Hallucination Jeonghan #14 has come to pay you a visit, it seems, so you just frown and give him the response that you’ve given all his other clones.

“Go away. Stop trying to sell me fish.”

Hallucination Jeonghan #14 makes a confused noise at that, walking closer to your bed, leaning over to adjust your pillows and pull you up into a more upright position.

“I don’t want your fish,” you say, just in case he didn’t hear you the first time. “Stop it.”

That makes the hallucination chuckle, and his hand comes up to your forehead. 

Cold. Huh. None of the other hallucinations touched you before.

His hand drops from your forehead, swiping at the soft skin under your eyes gently, and his fingers are blessedly cool against your skin. You hadn’t realised how much you were burning up before.

“You’re really, really sick,” Hallucination Jeonghan #14 murmurs, and he sounds so concerned, before pulling out a bottle of water from one of the plastic bags he’s holding. Woah, you hadn’t even realised he was holding them. “Here, darling. Drink.”

You obediently take a sip once he uncaps the lid for you, before making small noises of distress when some of it spills down your shirt. Hallucination Jeonghan #14 (wow was it a mouthful to say, even in your head) just hushes you gently, dabbing at it with tissues that he’d procured from the plastic bags. 

“It’s okay,” he says softly, and his hands take yours, clasping them around the bottle. Once you’re holding it, he gets up, and for a horrible moment, you think this hallucination is going to leave again. You kind of like this one.

“Where’re you going?” you ask, but it comes out as more of a slur of vowels. You’re not sure he understood a word.

 “Drink up,” is all he says. He fishes out a packet of pills from the bag (it’s like a magic bag, you think blearily. It seems to have everything inside it). “Have these as well, okay? I’ll go make that soup you wanted.”

You nod, blinking. Dutifully, you sip the water that the hallucination has left you, because really this was one of the most gentle, doting, Jeonghan-like Hallucination Jeonghan and it kind of feels like he really does have your best interests at heart. 

Unlike the other Hallucination Jeonghans, who just wanted to sell you fish. This one really seemed to care about your well-being. 

You blink again, slowly. 

Oh. 

By the time Jeonghan comes back with a gently steaming bowl of chicken soup on a tray with a mug of tea, you're more lucid than before, pouting at him as he comes closer, having remembered his last words before you’d hung up the phone.

“You said you weren’t going to take care of me.”

Jeonghan doesn’t say anything, setting the tray on the bedside table, before sitting down on the edge of your bed, wordlessly picking up the bowl and spoonfeeding you some soup. You open your mouth easily, and he hums in approval with a smile.

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I let my darling be sick all alone, hm?” he says. “I can’t do that. Especially if you’re also seeing hallucinations of me who are trying to sell you fish.”

He continues feeding you soup in tiny sips, and the entire situation feels weirdly vulnerable, with you propped up on pillows and Jeonghan making small noises of approval every time you successfully swallow a spoonful. Like you’re a little baby bird, or something.

But he smiles so lovingly at you the entire time, so it’s kind of hard to feel too embarrassed.

“Well done,” Jeonghan murmurs, once you’ve finished half of the bowl. Your boyfriend is affectionate, almost overbearingly so at times, always poking you in the side or pinching your cheeks or tweaking your nose, but the softness with which he treats you right now is a whole other level of affection entirely.

Jeonghan cares deeply for you. You know that. You’ve never doubted how much he loves you, and he never gives you reason to doubt it. But still, when he smooths down your hair and strokes the back of your hand and gazes at you so gently, it makes you realise yet again that oh God, he loves you.

“We’re going to get you to finish the rest of the soup in a minute,” he says, reaching down towards the plastic bag at his feet, “but first. I wanted you to have this.”

Out of the bag, he pulls out…

A fluffy bunny plushie.

You blink, tilting your head, sniffing in confusion and also to try and unblock your bunged up nose. “What?”

“Say hi to Jjongie,” Jeonghan says. “He came up to me when I was buying your soup, and I couldn’t not bring him home.” The bunny’s pink ears flop adorably into its eyes as he holds out the soft toy to you. It even has a cream coloured ribbon around its neck. “He’s gonna keep you company whenever I can’t be here for you.”

“Oh,” you say softly, taking Jjongie from him with a smile. You rub your thumb over the soft fur of the bunny’s cheek. “He’s adorable.”

Jeonghan beams, proud. “Of course he is. He’s a me-substitute.”

You look up at him, smiling. “Han, I—” You can’t finish your sentence, too choked up. Literally. You suddenly start coughing, hand coming up to cover your mouth, and Jeonghan rushes forward with the mug of tea and an opened box of tissues that he suddenly procured out of nowhere.

“Hey, it’s okay, no need to cry over it,” he says teasingly as you glare at him, eyes tearing up from how hard you’re coughing. You accept the tissues and, when he pushes the tea insistently in you direction, you take the mug too.

“Yeah, yeah.” You blow your nose with one hand and then drink the tea, noting with a smile the subtle notes of honey in it. “Thank you,” you add, softly, looking down at Jjongie in your lap. Jeonghan really has gone out of his way for you.

Jeonghan just shakes his head, picking up the soup bowl again. “Thank me once you get better,” he says. “You can take care of me after. I’ll probably be catching your illness from looking after you.”

You grin, blowing your nose again, and even you can’t miss the way that Jeonghan watches you, eyes devastatingly fond.

“Yeah, but you’re gonna look after me anyways, aren’t you?”

Jeonghan grins, unashamedly bright. He taps the spoon against your lips, smiling wider when you sip the soup, the mug of tea in your hands, Jjongie the bunny in your lap. 

“Duh. I love you too much not to.”

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[vvitchering]

Literally where was the fancy masquerade ball wyllstarion quest line in bg3???

The party has to infiltrate a fancy ball for plot reasons and Wyll and Astarion are the only two in the group with any relevant high society experience and therefore have the lowest chance of getting found out and caught.

They show up as a couple dressed incredibly glamorously and Astarion manages to pick pocket everyone in the room while being stared at the whole night because wow he and Wyll really do look Good together. Astarion isn’t the best dancer but Wyll expertly leads him through a few waltzes.

Astarion is dressed too slinky to hide the loot on himself so he slips it all into Wyll’s jacket under the guise of cuddling up close to him as they dance. Wyll minds this a lot less than he anticipated.

Finally the event ends and they make it out unscathed and the rest of the group meets up with them in a nearby alley. They walk up to Astarion with his hands up Wyll’s shirt and they’re all like OHHHHH??? 👀 and Astarion pulls out all the jewlery he nabbed like relax you heathens.

It’s one of their most successful heists. As they’re heading back to camp, Astarion kisses Wyll very sweetly as thanks for a fun night out 🩸🗡️

[sparks-olivarpente]

the Stranger Fics

(byler fics with unexpected powers or twists)

Turns out a lot of my favorite fics enter this category. Feel free to reblog and add fics you love :)

In the Eye of a Hurricane (It's You and Me) by Julia_Skysong "Jonathan, why…why am I with dad on the security tape????" Lonnie Byers is a royal piece of shit. Will finds out he has powers and understandably has a meltdown about it, and Mike helps him through it.

over a bridge of time by @sevensided Hawkins isn't the same without Will. So Mike goes to visit him in Chicago. Then strange things happen… Second part of the awesome serie THE DARK MIRROR and of course you should read the whole thing :)

I know the end by @cosmobrain00 The worst-case scenario has happened. … and that's all the summary you'll get from me! an ongoing serie that keeps getting better and better (or worse and worse, depending on the point of view). Tags: #Mind Manipulation #Will has powers

them’s the breaks by emelinelou Three years after moving to California, one Will Byers shows up - read: dimension-teleports or something - back in Hawkins. In the corner of Mike's bedroom. In the middle of the night. Turns out this is a bad thing, namely for Mike and Mike's sanity.

captured ghosts by etchedstars ghosts from will's past come back to haunt this. literally or metaphorically is up to audience interpretation. Some favorite tags: #plot relevant cuddles #will gets to be sarcastic #he also commits crime

Come Hell, High Water by naiesu “It’s been months, Mike,” Lucas says, staring at Mike, hard. Mike can’t remember a time he didn’t look at him that way. “Will is a cold case. You need to accept that.” The dream-like parts are amazingly written <3

yesterFriday by nbfutureboy (@futureboy-ao3) Will Byers wakes up as usual one Friday morning - he worries about his family, his History test, and telling the people he loves that he doesn’t Like Girls in that way. Then he does it again. [Groundhog Day AU where Will gets stuck in a time loop.]

a strange education (reach out and touch me) by Total_Serene (@total-serene560) 16 year old Mike Wheeler wakes up in the middle of a highway in Indiana. He can't remember what happened, but he knows three things: He was going somewhere, it was supposed to be night, and he had taken Nancy's car. The mystery in this one…!!!

The Basement by olliecoddle (@souverian-are-we) Will and Mike spend their days in a little run-down house in the Upper Peninsula with dated furniture and peeling wallpaper, two sinking recliners next to each other. But there is a beast in the basement.

A Stranger Things Ghost Story by Junigatsu84 It is the Summer of 1983, before all the horrors that befall Hawkins. The boys are looking for their own mystery to solve and find a haunted house. It’s a shame Will is the only one to see it.

Back to the Future (with Mike Wheeler) by Nymphadoragreenleaf On a list of the top five most unexpected things to happen to Mike Wheeler, traveling 10 years into the future has got to take the top spot. The half-naked man claiming to be his best friend might be number two. Alternatively known as, Mike Wheeler tries to survive a week in the 90's and figures a couple of things out along the way.

You are the Heart by TouchTheSky A fever-dream, mucho-feels, super long, semi-fix-it, version of Season 5. i feel like i know you (but we never met) by @andiwriteordie “Who?” Mike’s voice breaks again, and Joyce chokes back a sob. “Joyce, who… who was he?” Or: The one in which Will Byers doesn't exist… At least not anymore.

with all my heart by mogiah (@morganee) what happens when Birthdaygate and Lettergate meet. or another one in which Will doesn't exist anymore

i've come home, i'm so cold by astrobi (@astrobei) Will's trying his hardest to make it through fall semester in one piece. Unfortunately for his degree, he's being haunted by maybe-feelings for his best friend (metaphorically), and also a maybe-ghost with rather abysmal fashion sense (literally). The fic that made me decide to spend the rest of my life that year reading fics

Blackout by Tea_For_One_Please as if their senior year of high school wasn't complicated enough, the Party find themselves investigating an accidental death, believing it to be connected to a similar event nearly two decades earlier. Just normal teenager stuff, right? This one hasn't been updated for a while but I remember enjoying the plot and mystery a lot

baby, we’re perfect by bookinit (@bookinit02) Senior year in Hawkins. Will and Mike figure some things out. I'm not allowed to say anything else about this fic. To quote the author: "brace yourselves. sorry in advance."

you were bigger than the whole sky by delusionaltogether (@parkitaco) Mike breathes out sharply, sinking to his knees in front of Will without conscious thought. Every bone in his body is turning to jelly, because Will is here, but he's also- not. on march 29th, 1986, will byers vanishes for a second time. 366 days later, he reappears.

This is where it starts by cottonscent While the rest of the party moved on and forgot once the gate closed Will kept exploring, and the connection he formed to the other dimension it actually a lot more complex than what they originally thought.

[mrhowells]

Smallvillle 4x13

disclaimer: I blame too much sun exposure and the huge slushie I drank but my mood when I watched the episode was basically this:

MOTHER🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

😭😭😭squealing blushing kicking my feet

They way one slipper is still on her foot and she's cuddling the other one😭😭

I'm down bad, REALLY bad

god she's pretty

Jonathan not letting Clark drink on principle even though alcohol doesn't affect him is so on brand

I'M INCONSOLABLE😭😭😭

my heart is doing backflips I SjsakjskaAJDKA

WHY IS EVERYONE SO LOVABLE TODAY I'M ABOUT TO HAVE A HEART ATTACK SO MANY EMOTIONS

no because if you could hear the sounds that I'm making right now

look I'm too weak for this, I'm not even going to be focusing on the plot, this is literally just me embarrassing myself over clois

I just know that when I finally get to "where is she" it's going to send me straight to the grave🤡

LOIS JUST ONE CHANCE I-

Chloe what were you hoping to accomplish here💀 (I mean she makes a valid point but is she going to pretend she doesn't know about his powers or no?)

I CAN'T DO THIS RN

I have no words

lmaoooo am I watching a car commercial right now?? (edit: turns out it was relevant to the plot later on, could've still been a smart commercial, idk let's move on)

CLARK KEEPS SMILING, HAVE YOU NO COMPASSION FOR MY POOR HEART😭😭😭

I'm dying but I've never felt so alive, does that make sense?

just realized I'm only 14 minutes in, god help us all

jkdsajsjkcsdjvs

screaming rn

SOMEBODY HELP THIS PUPPY

idk why they keep trying though, he's clearly uncomfortable💀💀

I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS SO MUCH AAAAARGH

I C O N I C .

I love them your honor they're my everything😭

"She's no Hemmingway, but still-"

plssss

Clark ushering her back into the closet, GET MARRIED I THINK U SHOULD GET MARRIED RIGHT NOW😭

he called her his friend that makes me so happy😭

NUH UH, NO LOIS SLANDER ON MY WATCH

seeing Lana chew out Lex feels so good, GO OFF QUEEN

this dude telling Lois his tragic life story while paralyzing her is so???, SHE DOES NOT CARE DUDE AND NEITHER DO I🤡

"What are you gonna do, break it and rip open the safe?" "... of course not."

lol

"Don't worry, it'll be quick." DUDE YOU'RE LITERALLY LETTING HER DROWN HOW TF IS THAT QUICK????? Not a single braincell left in this mfs head

I don't think Chloe quite understood the advice she got from Lois about Clark's secret, she keeps trying to get him to confess💀

TELL ME WHERE SHE IS!!!!!!!

dude stop monologuing, I'm trying to savor this moment (I do know that Clark is having his own little realization about playing football and lying but still)

HE DOESN'T WANT TO KNOW YOUR LIFE STORY DUDE, HE WANT'S TO KNOW HER LOCATION, DID HE STUTTER?

(his monologues aren't even that long, I just lack ✨patience✨)

I won today.

Clark I love you😭😭😭 He's such a good kid

Martha and Jonathan and Clark, perfection. Enough said.

Lana just give up men at this point, it's not worth it I promise.

THE CHEMISTRY IS CHEMISTRYING AND I AM LIVINGGGG

LMAOOOOO LOIS I LOVE YOU

Lois just happened, don't sweat it bby you never stood a chance

"Chloe you've been saying a lot of weird things to me lately." LMAOOOOO

They need to stop playing songs that I mainly know from memes if they want me to take this seriously😭

🎶how could this happen to meeeee🎶

I need to go to sleep.

[zeldaseyebrows]

Chapter 2 of The Mushroom Risotto Incident is out! There’s a lot of Talking About Feelings, Tension, and Plot Relevant Cuddling. I hope you all enjoy it!

Here’s a little excerpt (more under the break):

Seeing Link’s home in Hateno with the cold distance of the divine doesn’t compare to seeing it with her own eyes.

When the sun slips fat and orange over the ocean and they’ve put dinner and their supplies away, Link makes a pallet on the floor beside his own bed. Zelda is given the bed because he refuses to let her sleep on the floor. Zelda tries with all of her diplomacy and all of her negotiation training and all of her vast intellect to get him off the floor, but he won’t budge.

“It’s your house.”

Link shakes his head. Crickets chirp outside the window.

“Link, it’s your bed.”

His eyes narrow to slits and he crosses his arms and plops down on the pallet. A feather puffs out of it in a fit of drama.

He’s remained just as stubborn as I am, Zelda thinks. Or even, goddess forbid, Revali. A feat once thought impossible to men and gods alike.

Trying not to grumble too much, Zelda goes to sleep on the edge of the bed closest to him. Link is in her line of sight but still too far away for comfort. The bedsheets and pillows smell like him, but it’s a pale substitute for the real thing.

When she closes her eyes, Zelda dreams of red and crimson and magenta.

In the small hours of the night, Zelda wakes screaming again and Link’s right there beside her, holding her like he did the night before.

This time Zelda asks, “Please stay.”

“But it’s your bed,” Link whispers, wiping the tears off her cheeks.

Zelda laughs perhaps the most unattractive laugh she has ever laughed in all of her life. She blames the snot and the trauma.

She almost breaks and tells him that she loves him right then and there.

“Maybe it can be our bed?” Zelda finally proposes through the thickness in her throat and the nerves.

Link’s eyes and lips widen slightly, but then he nods. Any of his previous stubbornness about the bed situation evaporates like dew on a summer morning.

“Yeah,” Link says in a slightly lower voice. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

[terrakatten]

hiii I was wondering if you had thought any s/i lore for any of your f/os' sources? or how do you tend to imagine yourself in the story? also! are there any specific scenarios you think suit your f/os the best?

-@platonic-qpr-selfshipping

[I'm bad at Tumblr and it's taking a bit of mental energy to understand this question exactly, but I want to answer it so uh... I'll try my best, here]

Well, in terms of Johan Nylander, who I suppose is my s/i, with my f/o being Mordecai Heller... I indeed have thought up a *lot* of lore.

I've spent a great deal of time weaving Johan into the Lackadaisy universe in a way that feels organic and reasonable, and have thought up so much background for him that, frankly, I don't even know where to start!

I guess to summarize, Johan's place in the story is of key relevence to the plot, yet done in a way to where it's intended to seem like something that is canon yet is entirely off-screen.

• For example, in Chapter 2 of Bloodied Snow (My Fanfic starring Johan, Mordecai, and Zib), Johan is sent to go collect a vodka shipment from some farmers for Lackadaisy. He ends up encountering Mordecai, who had been sent to pick up said shipment by Marigold in accordance with a recent arrangement. If it had been anyone but Johan- and the fact Mordecai's feelings for him can overpower his cold professional lethality- then there likely would've been a shootout, and subsequently war between Marigold and Lackadaisy. Johan's mere existence therefore, by fateful luck, is the reason that Lackadaisy didn't get attacked and destroyed by Marigold in late 1926.

• In terms of character, Johan- as previously mentioned- serves as a shining ray of warmth, and is well-liked by all the cast members he's interacted with. Following this, Mordecai's love of Johan is the key to making the hatchetman drop his defensive domeanor and soften his gaze. Johan is the living key to Mordecai's heart, and through this has begun to put Mordecai on a divergent path from the canon.

Tl;dr: Johan's place in the story is unique to himself, with his own lore and story being one of the primary focuses of Bloodied Snow- with his ability to defrost Mordecai's ice-cold heart being the other key component of his role in Lackadaisy.

In terms of scenarios... with Mordecai, I like to imagine generally subdued and intimate 1-on-1 time being what works best for him (and by proxy, Johan). Mordecai strikes me as someone who, deep down, is actively eaten alive by his feelings of solitude when alone. Therefore, simply spending time with him to alleviate that loneliness creates a tranquil, pleasant atmosphere.

I'd like to imagine that Johan and Mordecai's most tender moments happen when they're passing an afternoon together. Their go-to activity is literature; one of them reads the book, while the other sits on the couch beside them, cuddling up close and simply listening to the lovely sound of the other's voice... it's simple and subdued, yet heavenly and blissful.

It lines up with Mordecai's overall personality- although his stoic, aloof and condescending behavior is something of an act to protect himself from vulnerability, he still is genuinely *not* the kind to be all too overt and energized. Therefore... having an affectionate feline tenderly nuzzle up against his arm while he reads through a good book is more than enough to bring him happiness.

So. Yeah. There you have it!

[littlefirefly42]

I Ate

Pairing: CG!Mike/Little!Will

Summary: Will is fussy from hunger and Mike tries his best to help. This takes place post Vecna or smth basically the Byers moved back to Hawkins and Vecna and upside down stuff is not relevant for plot convenience because writing is hard.

Warnings: Implied ED; throwing up

READ THIS PLEASE>> I wrote this story for regressors with eating problems or eating disorders. However, there is a lot of sensitive content in here that isn't exactly kid-friendly. If you feel yourself slipping or feeling distressed or panicked at all while reading this story, please stop reading and take care of yourself<3

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Will had been fussy all afternoon, and Mike couldn’t figure out why. He had tried everything. His first thought was that Will was just tired, so he tried to lay him down for a nap. But Will just stared at the ceiling and whimpered until Mike offered to cuddle him. He seemed to like that idea, until about five minutes in, when he started to toss and whimper again. So he thought maybe Will wanted to go outside. He loved playing outside, and they often went on walks together when Will was fussy to calm him down. Will actually seemed excited about it, until he tried to walk. He wobbled a moment, then fell against Mike.

“Woah! Easy there bud.” Mike said, holding him up. “I don’t think you’re old enough to walk right now. Do you want me to carry you?”

Will shook his head. “Can walk!”

“Are you sure?”

“Can!”

“Okay, whatever you say.” 

Will couldn’t walk. He kept falling against Mike. He got frustrated every time, and they weren’t out of the house for five minutes before he was huffing and grumbling and sniffing every few seconds. Still, he wouldn’t let Mike carry him.

“M’ big enough! Just wobbly!” He insisted whenever Mike offered. Soon enough though, Mike realized walking, or trying to walk, was just putting Will in a worse mood, so they went back to the house. It was getting dark by then, so Mike set Will up in the living room with some crayons and blank paper while he made dinner. Will actually seemed content with this for a little while. Mike checked in on him every once in a while and would always find him quietly scribbling away at the paper, completely absorbed in his drawing. Mike hated to have to pull him away- it was the first time Will had been happy all evening -but the poor thing needed to eat. 

“Can I pick you up sweetheart?”

Will looked up at Mike. He seemed to think about it for a moment, then nodded his head sheepishly. “Okay…”

Mike smiled. He picked Will up and carried him to the kitchen. “You ready to eat bud?”

Will turned pale and began to shake his head “No no no!” He squirmed in Mike’s arms, trying to get down.

“Hey, what the-” Mike grunted in pain as Will landed a hard kick to his gut. Will froze, and his eyes widened in horror when he realized what he had done. He hadn’t meant to hurt Mike! He was just scared, and wanted to get away. After recovering from the initial pain and shock of getting nailed in the gut, Mike placed the little down in a chair and looked him dead in the eyes, speaking slowly and sternly. “I don’t know what is up with you today, but I’ve been very patient with you. I understand that sometimes we have bad days, but we do NOT kick people. That hurt. It’s probably going to bruise. I know you’re upset, but that’s not okay.” 

Will looked away and stayed silent. He did feel guilty. He wasn’t trying to be such a burden on Mike. But he was still frustrated, so he remained stubborn. Mike sighed.

“Eat your goddamn food.” He slid a plate of spinach, rice, and dino nuggets in front of Will, who whined and kicked his legs. 

“I don’t want to hear it. You’re not leaving the table until you eat something, and then you’re going to your room. I’m tired.”

Tears sprung into Will’s eyes. He stared at the food. He didn’t want to eat, he really really didn’t, but he didn’t want to make Mike any more upset. He lifted a spinach leaf and shakily brought it to his mouth. Tears fell as he chewed. Mike hadn’t noticed his struggle, he was filling a bag with ice for his stomach. Will felt another pang of guilt and forced himself to eat more, figuring he had caused enough trouble. Mike wouldn’t even look at him. His tears fell harder as he finished the spinach. He tried to stay quiet but couldn’t help the sob that escaped him. Mike glanced at him, crying silently, tears pouring down his cheeks. It broke Mike’s heart.

“Will-”

“I ate.”

“What?”

Will sniffed and wiped furiously at his eyes. “I ate. I can go now?” He pointed at the staircase.

Mike glanced at the stairs, then at Will’s plate, then finally at Will. “You didn’t eat much, maybe-”

But Will had heard enough. He let loose another sob and bolted. For someone who could hardly walk, he was surprisingly fast. He stumbled up the stairs and closed himself in the bathroom before Mike could even process the situation.

~~~

Will knelt over the toilet and shoved his fingers in his throat. Tears running down his cheeks, he gagged once, twice, then threw up about half the spinach. There was a knock at the door. 

“Will?” Mike called, his voice thick with worry. “Are you okay?”

Will tried to speak, but only sobbed harder. He put his fingers back in his throat and made himself throw up again. Then he washed his hand and slumped against the bathtub, trying to breathe through his sobs. Mike was going to be so mad at him, and Will didn’t blame him. He had kicked him. He hadn’t finished his food. He had been fussy all day long, even when Mike had tried to help him. No wonder Mike was tired of him. He did nothing but cause trouble. Will pulled his knees to his chest and cried for a long time. Out in the hall, Mike began to panic. He had heard Will crying and figured he just needed some time alone, he just stood by the door in case something went wrong, Will being deep and headspace and all. However, when Will didn’t come out for ten minutes and the sounds of his sobs got louder, Mike got worried. He knocked on the door again. After about thirty seconds without a response, he turned the door knob. “Sweetheart, I’m coming in.” He opened the door and froze. Will was curled all the way in a corner, as far away from the door as he could get without being in the bathtub. He was sobbing so hard he was shaking, his head burrowed in his knees. 

"Oh god, Will." He was at Will’s side in seconds. “Shh, I’m here. It’s okay, I’m here.”

Will collapsed against Mike, burrowing his face in his shoulder. Mike rubbed circles on his back, hushing him. After a few minutes Mike noticed the vomit.

"Oh sweetheart, are you sick?”

Will shook his head and cried harder.

"No? But you threw up.”

"I ate. Wasn' s'posed to." Will gasped into Mike's shoulder between sobs. Mike froze, then pushed him back a little and tried to look him in the eyes.

"Hey. Look at me." He said when Will wouldn't lift his eyes. "What do you mean you weren’t supposed to eat? I told you to eat.”

Will didn’t answer and kept his head down, still fighting for breath. Mike lifted his chin gently.

“Can you take a deep breath for me sweetheart?" 

Will nodded and, after much struggle, managed a breath. Mike smiled.

“Good! How about one more?”

Will nodded again and found the second breath easier. He was still upset, still crying, but he could think and breathe a little clearer now.

“Good job honey.” Mike smiled again, but it couldn’t hide the fear in his eyes.

"Will," He spoke softly, lightly caressing Will’s cheek. "When was the last time you ate something?”

Will looked away. “I ate spin’ch.”

Mike nodded patiently. “You did. And when was the last time you ate something and didn't throw up after?"

Will tried to swallow the sobs that threatened to reappear. He hated this conversation. He hated how he couldn't escape it, and he hated that he was having it with Mike, who’d he’d bothered all day. Who was tired of him. Finally, unable to speak, he held up one finger.

"One what Will?” Mike asked, fearing the answer.

"Week." Will gasped out, then collapsed onto Mike and sobbed.

"Oh, sweetheart..." Mike wrapped his arms around his little, and he felt like crying too. A week? No wonder Will was so upset earlier. He was, quite literally, starving. Who wouldn't be frustrated? Mike picked Will up and brought him downstairs, settling him on the couch with a blanket and a stuffed black cat that Will had named Sam, short for Sam the Smart, because she wore a little witch’s hat. Will clung to the toy and cried softly into her fur. It broke Mike’s heart to leave him there alone, even just for a few minutes, but he also couldn’t let him starve to death. He warmed up the plate of unfinished food that was left on the counter, then brought it back to the living room and placed it on the coffee table. Will began to panic when he saw it, his sobs getting louder as he fought for air.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay baby.” Mike sat down next to Will and took his hands. “Deep breaths, remember?”

Will nodded and breathed in slowly, calming down a little. “Don’t wanna eat.” He whimpered.

Mike nodded. “I know. And you don’t have to eat it all. How about this: we’ll read some stories and take little bites every once in a while. That way you don’t have to keep thinking about it, and you won’t have to do it all at once.”

Will didn’t look convinced, so Mike added that they could read as many books as Will wanted. That got his attention. He practically dragged Mike upstairs (which wasn’t easy, because he could hardly walk) and pulled out about half the books on his bookshelf. Most were Beatrix Potter books, but there was also a good sized collection of Winnie the Pooh in there. Mike helped Will carry the books back downstairs and, once they were settled again, Mike opened up The Tale of The Two Bad Mice, one of Will’s favorites. About halfway in, Mike closed the book.

“Let’s try this out, yeah?” He offered a dino nugget to Will, who began to tear up again. Mike had expected this outcome, and brushed Will’s tears softly. “I know sweetheart. How about you just take the tiniest nibble?”

Will sniffed and thought about it. “Like a mouse?” He asked hesitantly, pointing to the book. Mike smiled and nodded.

“Exactly like a mouse.” 

Will brought the nugget to his mouth and took a small bite off the corner of its tail. Mike waited patiently while he chewed, then swallowed. Tears fell, but Mike would not let him feel ashamed.

“You did so good, sweetheart!” He praised, and Will found a smile. “Let’s set a goal for tonight: If you take at least one bite for every book we read, we can go wherever you want tomorrow.”

Will gasped, and Mike knew his trick worked. “See the sharks?” Will asked hopefully. Mike sighed.

“Yes, we can go to the aquarium and see the sharks.” Will loved the aquarium sharks, so much that he’d watch them for hours. Mike didn’t mind all that much, until Will got tired and fussy, but still refused to go home. It had become a problem of sorts, so they stopped going for a while. But Mike said anywhere, and he meant it. Will grinned happily and cuddled up to Mike, who opened the book again and began to read again. He knew getting Will to eat normally was going to be a struggle for the both of them. He knew it would take a long time and a lot of work, and he knew he would support Will for every second of it.

[whysapphics]

El Cazador De La Bruja episode 19! Warning, this post is a LONG ONE. This episode was certainly SOMETHING! Don't expect me to talk about anything other than ElliNad because I will not. Not even the cool plot relevant stuff! Want to hear more about the episode? Go to @hydrangeawise's post about it!

SO. Oh boy! Starting off strong with some guy mistaking Nadie and Ricardo for a married couple. Nobody is pleased by this, least of all Ellis for reasons that will become all too apparent through the episode. I'll admit, the moment I saw this I was very hyped up because I could guess EXACTLY what kind of episode this was!

So, they get trap tickets to a fancy restaurant and all go together. Sadly the trap involves Nadie and Ricardo sitting together, and Ellis and Lirio sitting in another table. And wow, Ellis does NOT like that at all! There was even a couple behind her being all lovey-dovey, it was not a good time! A compilation below.

The lights start going out for short periods of time as part of the trap, and every time that happens, Ricardo rushes to Lirio to protect her. Nadie... stays at her table, initially pulling out her gun but chilling later on. Ellis doesn't like that either! Poor girl just wishes Nadie would come to her :( Lirio gets sent to eat with the others as part of the trap which, wow, Ellis looks a LOT like a kicked puppy after that. View the second image below.

Ellis gets kidnapped by the Girl Posse, and Nadie finally springs into action! It's not like she doesn't care, obviously she does, quite a lot! But this episode is where they make that clear to Ellis! Btw, if you were to take a shot every time Nadie said Ellis's name, you'd probably be drunk by the end of this episode.

So, shenanigans happen, and they come rescue Ellis from a car that she blows up with her powers, sending her high into the air. Witness the scene here, where we thought for a second that they missed each other's hands, but really managed to grab on! That's peak cinema, always.

After Nadie pulls her down, they have the following exchange: N"Are you okay?" E"You came for me." N"You dummy. Of course I did.". Ohh, the way Ellis snuggles up to Nadie afterwards... I'm dead. Something about this episode being about Ellis wanting Nadie to come to her, meet her halfway, because she hadn't heard the promises we'd heard Nadie make! She wanted to be more sure of their mutual care!!!! oughhhhhhhh

So after this, Ellis is VERY handsy with Nadie for the rest of the episode. She literally sprints to grab Nadie's hand and drag her to their car, where she proceeds to cuddle up to her and have the following iconic conversation.

Here's the shrotened version! E"Do we look like husband and wife?" N"Husband and wife are man and woman..." E"It doesn't matter.". Go girl! She knows what she wants now and that's Nadie!!!! Awesome!!!!

Side note, L.A. sees all this happen, and boy is he mad about it!

The ending narration is very humorous to me, but I think it also highlights the very overt feelings Ellis demonstrated towards Nadie this episode: "Ellis, the artificial witch, has no capacity for emotions. That report is already a thing of the past." Sure is!

[nineteenthmay]

Ranking Gossip Girl seasons: my opinion

1. Season 2 - The season when Chuck and Blair became the central couple of the show and it has a lot of memorable Chuck/Blair scenes (I counted that a half of my top 10 Chuck/Blair scenes belong to this season) and a lot of great episodes. We get to learn more about them as characters, and other characters and their storylines are interesting as well. My favourite episode on the entire show, my favourite music moment, season opener and season finale - all come from this season. What not to love?

2. Season 1 - Another great season I love dearly. The plot flows effortlessly, the characters and their stories are interesting and unlike other seasons it doesn't have obvious filler episodes, everything seems relevant and important. It's also the only season where I'm ok with Dan. The only reason I don't put it first is that a lot of Chuck/Blair stuff happen off-screen. I would love to see more of their secret affair between Seventeen Candles and Hi Society (how did they come together and start to sleep together regularly after Seventeen Candles in the first place?), Blair's drunk dialing to Chuck he refers to in 1x17 and how they schemed against Georgina and ended up asleep on Blair's bed.

3. Season 3 - It's less exciting than the first two seasons, I felt that the writers struggled to tie everything together smoothly without the uniting high-school setting and I found Dan/Vanessa and Nate/Serena super random (I rolled my eyes at Dan developing romantic feelings for Vanessa out of blue and Nate suddenly remembering about his feelings for Serena after we had seen no trace of them since the first half of Season 1) and Lily's cancer storyline unconvincing. But it still was a solid season. I appreciate that we finally saw Chuck and Blair together as a couple and demonstrating their deep love, tenderness to each other, acceptance and understanding (all those domestic cuddling scenes in bed, the Thanksgiving kiss etc.). Although their relationship broke down in 3x17 and it was obvious that they still had a lot of growing up to do, to learn to trust each other and honest communication, I love them together, they are the only couple on the show who behaved like married before getting married. I also appreciate that it gave a glimpse of a great man Chuck was capable of being when his emotional issues didn’t obstruct him. In the first half of the season Chuck indeed, as Blair said, carried people.

4. Season 6 - I actually like this season. Its biggest problem is that it has only 10 episodes and therefore it feels rushed. Who knows, maybe the lack of time was a major reason why the showrunners failed to solve some storylines in a believable way. It's really pity that the poorly written Season 5 buried a full Season 6, it would have been great to have more episodes. But even with some reservations (like, the Dan/Serena endgame) I enjoyed this season more than anything I saw on the show since the mid-season 4. It didn't have stupid, drawn out love triangles or over-melodrama, instead it was more reminiscent to the early seasons. Chuck and Blair's individual character arcs were completed resolving their individual issues, we saw them supporting each other, trusting each other and working as a team and their ending was deeply satisfying. Also, "It's Really Complicated" is my second favourite Thanksgiving episode after Season 1.

5. Season 4 - This one is really split in the middle to me. I like the first half of the season, The Witches of Bushwick and Double Identity are among my favourite episodes on the entire show. But after the Juliet thing was resolved everything descended into a boring mess that was making less and less sense and was hard to get through. Dan and Blair's friendship felt forced, the same can be said about Chuck's relationship with Raina, the Bass Industries and Russel Thorpe storyline was very convoluted and confusing, Blair's decision to get engaged at the age of 20 to a man she barely knew forgetting all her career aspirations was nonsensical (tbh, this revival of the fairytale fantasy was regress into childhood and I found it really annoying), Chuck breaking the window in rage seemed ooc, I didn't care about "Charlie Rhodes", I don't even remember what Serena did other than that Ben guy and Nate had become more underused than ever.

6. Season 5 - The worst season, hands down. Blair's pact with God, Dan/Blair romance, Diana as Chuck's fake mother, "maybe Jack is my father" - all were terrible storytelling ideas and should have never materialised. In fact, I would rewrite everything post-car accident. Also, I was never fond of the prince Louis fairytale storyline that dragged on and on, he too should be gone post-5x10. I didn't mind splitting Rufus and Lily and Bart's resurrection but I didn't like how it was executed. The same goes with Blair's pregnancy - they killed her baby and then swept her miscarriage under a rug to never be mentioned again, just what the hell? There had to be a scene, if only a tiny one, of her coming to terms with her loss. The lack of it made Blair look shallow. In many ways this season also was stagnant and probably the darkest for the main characters: Chuck made a considerable progress as a character but he was depressed 24/7 and non-stop suffering for Blair almost the entire season; Blair spent the season being passive, lost, confused and increasingly helpless first playing her fairytale fantasy with Louis, then hiding from her reality in Dan's fiction until 5x22; Serena after a promising start - she had gotten a job and stopped to latch onto guys - was losing everything and everyone bit by bit until she hit rock bottom in the finale; Dan continued his path of moral degradation without noticing it and in process became more insufferable. Only Nate fared relatively well, the newspaper thing finally provided him with something to do. But I wouldn't say that the Nate as a journalist storyline was very convincing either. All in all, I think that the showrunners wasted a lot of screentime that could and should be used better.

[kato-kosmos]

3

Fuck you im writing minesona smut because im a dirty bored bitch-

also- Bad is a trans dude with magic top surgery- he got tittie deletie in the revival but he still got a pussy alright? this is never relevant to the plot in anyway and he doesn’t get dysphoria about it- if anything since the magic gave him a dick too- he’s just a guy with an extra hole.

Also like i legit dont know how to write his chest wound into this- and his vines- and mask and face covering- Ig i can say since its when he’s more stable now that it healed, he learned how to put it away with magic, and he trusts Series enough/doesn’t get as much dysmorphia anymore so idk. but they’re not in this except for the throwaway line about his vines and they’re not in the other smut drabbles unless mentioned

thats it. this is the only lore you’re getting here.

Oh and Series is here too- She’s the Dom because they deserve it <3 they’re a robot they got different attachments down there whatever they need- she looks human in this one just a few exposed robotic parts here and there. And she’s going by mommy, master, and sir in this one because we stan a genderfluid dom here.

Anyways-

kinks: dumbification and a bit of bimbofication, degradation and praise, slight vouyerism and exhibitionism, fingering, slight petplay, ownership, uhhh slight mommy kink, cockwarming at the end, anal, there’s consent check-in sprinkled throughout too! because healthy fwb relationships, there’s probably more im forgetting tbh but this is the basics.

Summary: Stressed out of his head, Bad decides to take a little break to… stress relieve persay. In hindsight he should’ve picked a more private spot to finger himself but being caught by Series is always part of the fun. And hey if being caught means being bent over the bed and fucked senseless with lots of cuddles after, he’s totally up for being caught being such a naughty slut.

~~~~

Bad rubbed at his eyes as he adjusted the wiring again.

he had been at this project for hours and he had been at automating the island for weeks, he’s exhausted and stressed out of his mind to be quite honest with you.

…And pent up now that he thought of it.

Really pent up apparently if the growing erection in his pants had anything to say about-

“Well- I mean Series probably won’t check up on me a bit since they know I’m busy,” He muttered to himself as he stripped off his goggles and armor. But he’d be lying if the thought of being caught by Series didn’t make him even harder, “And gods- I think I really need it-“

His cock was straining against his pants now and he could feel the slit between his legs dripping with arousal.

Concentrating slightly to uncoil the vines from his arms and legs, he watched them quickly fall away before moving upwards up his shirt to reside next to his heart.

Kicking off his pants and tugging off his shirt, he drifted his hands to his underwear. He palmed softly at his cock groaning at the pleasure that already racked through him from the small touch.

Going lower he felt the large growing wet spot from his pussy dripping. Now that was a little more unexpected given the little use it got now a days. But the thoughts of fucking himself with it now made him moan under his breath as he played with his soaking wet lips through his underwear.

Sitting on the machine he was supposed to be working on he pulled off his underwear. Sucking in a sharp breath as the cold air hit the aroused parts. Leaning against the pipes coming from the center of the machine, and moving one of his legs up to rest next to him on top of the machine.

He panted slightly over the thoughts that took over his head. He ghosted his fingers over the head of his cock moaning slightly. Fuck he really needed this. Moving his free hand up to his chest he pinched his nipples softly, relishing in the pleasure the slight pain brought.

Eagerly he moved his hand down to his pussy, caressing his thighs softly as he went. Playing his fingers softly against his dripping wet hole he moaned, before quickly moving the hand at his chest up to stifle it.

Fucking Nether, He Needed This. So Badly.

Without wasting a second more, he carefully pushed a finger into himself.

“Fuck-“ he breathed out as his finger stretched him out. It felt so fucking good. He felt so full like a piece had finally completed him. Filling the empty space he had inside him begging to be filled for so long.

He tentatively pushed his finger up. Feeling for the sensitive little spot that he knew laid inside him. A deep moan fell out of his throat as the pad of his finger pressed against it.

Pulling his finger out, he carefully pushed another one in as he entered his pussy again.

Beginning to pump both of his fingers in and out of his achingly wet hole, he aimed them carefully to brush against the spot inside him.

More and more moans escaped him. They built in volume softly behind his palm, before he quickly switched to biting against his knuckle. His eyes fluttered closed as he focused on fingering his needy hole.

It felt so fucking good. The pleasure foreign but oh so welcome to his stressed form.

But with his eyes closed he didn’t notice the figure that was watching him from the door way. Eyes transfixed in arousal and shock, their own hand slipping slowly in their pants before a quick head-shake threw them back into their senses. Because no matter how hot this was, they still felt weird creeping on him without consent. Slowly opening their mouth, their words cut through the moans filling the air.

“Bad? What are you doing?”

—

Fuck. Snapping his eyes open and slamming his legs shut, he looked up at Series watching him from the doorway.

“Fuck- Shit- Sorry- I was just- Fuck-“ Bad stumbled out. His words tripping over slight moans since he forgot to take his fingers out of himself before closing his thighs around it.

“No no no no- It’s okay- don’t stop-“ Series said as they approached Bad slowly, “Shit- I’m kinda terrible at this- But I- I was actually check up on you to see if I could masturbate myself.” She muttered trying to hide her blush as she got closer.

“…What?”

“I’m pent up too. I was coming to see if you were busy so I could go masturbate myself- But instead I saw this beautiful sight,” They said nudging their legs open slightly and standing over him.

It took a lot for Bad not to moan at the slight touch to his thighs. And fuck why was he even harder now- He does suppose its been a long time since they fucked and it’d be so nice…

“You sure you want to do this?” He asked through bated breaths.

“Yes. Absolutely. Anything you want to do?” Series nodded still stroking Bad’s thighs softly.

“Don’t want to think- Want that dumbifiction- the dumb slut one please- and a bit of bimbo stuff too-“ Bad asked his mind filling with lust, “Want to be your dumb bunny- Please- Oh- Is there anything I should call you?-“

“Hmm- Mommy, Master, and Sir are fine- And really now? Does my dumb slut need me to think for them?”

“Mhmm- Yes please just like that- And I want you to play with my ass and pussy a bit too later-“ Bad moaned as Serie- his Mommy’s fingers played even closer to his pussy.

“Such a slut- But I will. Thank you for telling me. Now remember. Safe word is creeper. And the Green-Yellow-Red color system too. Green is keep going-“

“Can be Green be Pink instead?” Bad asked cutting them off suddenly-

“Mhmm sure, and yellow is slow down and red is stop.” Series said their voice dropping into a lustful tone, “But we still need to get ready- so I want you to go continue to play with your tight cunt and I’ll go walk out and we’ll be starting this roleplay session mkay? So give me a color, my bunny.”

“Mhmm, Okay. Yes Mommy. And Pink- I’m ready.” Bad said pushing his fingers back into himself.

Thrusting them softly over and over into his pussy, watching his Mommy walking out filled him with a new sense of arousal. Knowing how much is going to be in store, filled him with even more pleasure then before. Letting his eyes shut again in pleasure as he continued fingering himself, slowly going faster and faster inside of himself. His other hand desperately attempting to muffle his moans.

He heard their footsteps this time, but let himself ignore it. He knew how much better it would be if he let himself go.

“Bunny? What do you think you’re doing?”

Opening his eyes he saw Sir standing over him, her eyes watching him carefully.

“M’ sorry Mommy- I know I’m not supposed to touch myself without your permission-“ He spoke softly, moans still clinging to his voice.

“It’s alright, it was a bit silly of me to think my dumb little bimbo bunny could do anything other than think about me fucking him.” She gripped his chin as she forced him to look up, “So what? Did you get too needy while your dumb little head tried to do this work? And you started fingering yourself?”

Bad tried to stifle his moans as he heard the degrading words fall onto his ears. And oh he figured out how Series was working with this now.

“Mhmm- Yes Mommy- There was just like, soooo many wires and complicated little buttons- and I just felt really empty without something inside me-“ He let himself whine and giggle slightly throughout his sentence, falling easily into his role as a bimbo slut, “Soooo- I let myself have like, a little break but then I started thinking about you Mommy! and your nice big cock- and like I just couldn’t help myself.”

His master tsk’ed to herself before dropping his chin. “Take your fingers out. And you better not have cummed.”

“No Sir- I haven’t cum yet Mommy-“ Bad said though he whined at the loss of his fingers inside himself.

“Good. Now then, since you can’t be anything but a slut, You’re going to go to your room and put back on your slutty clothes which is so much more fitting for a bimbo like you. And then I want you in my room within the next hour. Got it? and give me a color too.”

Fuck- Bad loved his Mommy’s commanding tone. It made him so weak, and he can do this command quite easily. He knew why they had ordered this since they both need time to get ready, and he loved putting those clothes on it made him fall into his bimbo headspace so much easier.

“Yes Mommy- and Im like so Pink- so so so so pretty Pink, Mommy-“ He grinned dopey as he stood up.

Glancing to see their reaction he saw that Series must’ve realized why he asked to change the normal colors they had, seeing how this way they could stay in in scene easier while still checking in.

“Fuck-“ She growled out as she leaned in close, “You’re so fucking hot like this, Bad- Gods you’re so fucking smart about the color thing too- I would fuck you right now if I could.”

He blushed, though whining at the reminder of his intelligence. It wasn’t often Series broke the roleplay so to him this was an accomplishment even if right now he wanted anything to be just Mommy’s dumb slutty bunny instead.

“But that’s good, Bunny. Even if you’re too stupid to remember not to play with yourself, at least you know not to cum,” She was so close he could feel the heat coming off of them, “Now go. Get ready, and be quick you know I don’t like waiting.” She spoke her breath clinging on his neck. She gave him a small kiss on the cheek, before she softly spanking him pushing him on his way.

He blushed at the moan that escaped him as his ass jiggled at the impact and he walked off but Bad was excited to say the least. He was pent up and needy, and he could barely wait for his Sir to play with him.

—

If he was a little bit smarter in the moment he would’ve just teleported to his room but instead with his head wrapped in lust he simply started walking. He made sure to wiggle his hips and ass as he walked off knowing how much his Mommy loved it and how much it made him look like a slut.

He found his way to his room after a minute or two or five of searching. It’s not his fault though, he whined to nobody in particular. There was just like so many turns and doors, he got confused. But he still had time to get ready for His Mommy!

He still had time right? Well, the big number on his watch on hadn’t changed yet so yeah! He did still have time! He grinned to himself as he walked over to his drawers.

He picked up a pair of silicone breast from the drawer. They were a bit small but fell comfortably in the palm of his hand, though when sitting on his chest they were nice and jiggly. He picked a nice pretty pink bra to support them, it felt so lovely against his skin.

He grabbed a set of matching pink lacy panties as well. Pulling them up his legs, he let the head of his cock poke out of the top of the band. He groaned out at the pressure against his cock.

Digging deeper in his drawers he pulled out a pretty pink skirt to compliment his panties, a pair of elbow long pink lace gloves to cover his arms, and a headband with a set of bunny ears sat upon the top, along with a nice pink collar to adorn his neck- the loop at the front perfect for a leash for his Mommy to yank at.

He grabbed at the make up sitting at the top of the drawers before making his way towards his mirror. Uncapping the bright red lipstick, he ran it across his lips- Making sure to put a good coat on to be able to leave nice pretty marks when he kisses his Mommy’s cock.

He brushed on rosy blush onto his cheeks and eyeliner under his eyes that he surely will cry off by the end of the day. He added a nice set of fake eyelashes on and applied some nice mascara on too, not caring how clumpy it was knowing it would have a similar fate to his eyeliner.

As he grabbed his long brown-haired wig, he debated ways to keep it steady on his head before thoughts of it falling off and the humiliating words that would follow fogged into his head, making his cock twitch. Tossing it carelessly on his head, he placed the bunny ears on top of it and tugged on his gloves. He clasped the collar on around his neck and brought the skirt up to his hips and let it drape over his dick and panties.

Putting on some pretty red heels, he didn’t really mind that he’d be taller than his Master knowing he would be laying or on his knees for most of it. As he finished putting on the last of his outfit, he stared at himself in the mirror. He looked just like a slutty little bunny bimbo, and he loved it. The bimbo in the mirror was so sexy and slutty and knowing it was him made him suck in a sharp breath.

He quickly exited his room as he looked at the clock, his heels making a soft clicking against the floor as he crossed the hall to his Mommy’s room just under the hour.

—

Knocking against the doorframe, he waited for his Sir. The door opened quickly to Series waiting, She was wearing a loose button up and jeans- their hair was thrown into a messy ponytail and it looked like he switched out his chest for a flatter one too.

“Wow-“ escaped breathlessly through her lips, “And you’re sure you still wanna do this? because as soon as you say yes and step inside my room, I’m going to destroy you because you look wonderful like this-“

It was a breathless ramble, but Bad knew what they meant. Nodding his head he uttered a quick yes and assurance before stepping past Series.

He felt the lust filled haze slowly brush over his head as he saw the toys spread across the counter and the scent of flowery candles drifted from their scattered places around the room.

He didn’t even hear Series walk around him until her fingers were snapping in front of his face.

“Did you hear what I just said slut?”

“N- no mommy- I’m sorry-“ he muttered back as he looked down slightly to look them in the eyes. Though he noted how Series never really said anything in the first place- but he wasn’t listening to his logical side at the minute, he was completely entranced in the lusty haze that swirled in his head. So he probably guessed his Master had and he just didn’t hear.

“Fucking figures- I asked why did you waste my time? I gave you thirty minutes to get ready and you came to me almost a whole hour later!”

“Thirty minutes but you said-“ A swift slap cut him off as he yelped in surprise. Though he relished in the small sting it left behind.

“I said thirty minutes, you dumb slut. And don’t you know not to talk back to me?” Sir was glaring him down and made him feel so weak despite towering over them by a solid couple of inches, “I guess a whore like you really is too stupid to listen.”

Bad just nodded his head as the degrading words slowly broke down any thoughts he had and welcomed the ever encroaching lustful fog in to his mind.

Clicking her tongue, Mommy looked at him before seemingly making up his mind on something.

“Well since you obviously look like a slut- follow me to the bed. I’m going to show you your intended place, princess.”

“Y-yes master” He stumbled over his words as the words sunk into his head. Mhmm he was Sir’s Princess. Just a slutty girl for Master to use. He walked quickly over, a shadow behind his Mommy.

Turning around to face him as they made it to the bed, she held out her hand clearly waiting for something.

“Well? I told you grab a buttplug on the way over, where is it?”

Bad did nothing but continue to stare.

Was Mommy talking to him? But Sir knew he could do nothing for master but look pretty and please him.

He whined softly as his tongue started to fall out from his mouth.

“Oh bunny, You’re right.”

But- But he didn’t say anything-

His master giggled, before he felt his chin be gripped by them.

“You did say something, princess. I guess you really are just a dumb stupid slut that can’t think for herself,” Dropping his chin, they smiled softly at them, “It’s alright though, but you know bimbos like you shouldn’t be standing.”

“Yes Sir- Mommy’s always right! So what should I do instead?” He asked through tiny whines and giggles. Words fell from his bright red lips, his mind to empty to hold or process the sentences.

“Get on you knees, sweetheart. It’s your rightful place as a slut anyways, plus I don’t want you to get any ideas about being in more control since you’re so tall. Though I think that’s a bit too much credit on your part.”

Bad nodded his head quickly as he lowered himself down. He stopped really listening after Mommy started using big words, but Master looked really nice from down there he had to admit.

So caught up in admiring his Sir, he didn’t see them grab something before a few snaps were placed in front of him.

“Color, Love. I want to know before I leash you and we really start.”

“Pink! Pretty princess Pink, Mommy! but umm a little less mean please- M just wanna be good for you even if I’m just a dumb slut-“ He mumbled softly, it wasn’t a strange request from him but it still made him embarrassed.

“Of course, sweetheart. You’re such a good girl for telling me bunny.” Master’s tone was softer as he rubbed his hair right between the bunny ears.

Bad beamed at the praise, a dopey smile on his face. A soft click and gentle tug indicating to his dumb head that he was leashed now though.

Crawling in the direction of the tug he let his jaw hang open with his tongue out. He was just Mommy’s dumb little fuckpet! He didn’t have to think and he could just leave all that to Sir.

He nearly ran into Master’s legs as they stopped a few feet from the drawers. A quick jerk to his collar caused him to sit on his knees and look up at Sir.

“Go on, I’ve helped you out since your head is so empty. Go get that buttplug I asked for.”

“Mhmm, Yes Mommy-“ Bad said nodding his head quickly.

Leaning down, Mommy unclipped his leash and nudged him with her legs towards the drawers.

He made his way quickly to the drawer, making sure to give Mommy a good show of his ass jiggling as he crawled.

Pulling it open as he got there, he dug his hand in searching for a plug to use. Mommy always asked him to grab toys during sessions so they knew what size he was comfortable handling that day.

Today though, he grabbed a medium sized metal one- with a pretty little bunny tail attached to the base. It was pretty akin to what he was normally used to if not a tad bit bigger.

Satisfied with his selection he turned around ready to make his way back. Before realizing he didn’t know how’d he’ll bring it back if he’s on his hands and knees.

He stopped for a second before placing the plug in his mouth- he was simply just a pet and pets carried things in their mouths all the time. He moaned gently at the weight against his tongue as he crawled back to Mommy, his tits jiggling as he went.

Approaching Mommy, he sat on his knees in front of him. Mommy smiled at their bunny placing his hand in front of him. Dropping the buttplug gently into her hand, Bad looked back up at them with waiting expectants.

“Awww, Bunny even got her tail- What a good girl,” Mommy spoke gently clipping his leash back on, “And you did so well getting it all lubed up with your mouth too! You looked so slutty with your ass and tits jiggling as you crawled, Bunny-“

Bad beamed at the praise before a tugging of his leash had him walking towards the bed again. His head fuzzy with praises of being a good girl for his Mommy and listening as well as he can for such a dumb slut.

“Come on, Bunny- Stand up and sit on the bed now.” Sir said, tugging his leash upwards, “Take off your heels and gloves off too.”

Bad complied quickly. Sitting on the bed, he looked up shyly for his next instructions from Master.

“I- I’m ready, mommy-“ He muttered trying to catch Series’ attention from where it was unbuttoning her shirt slowly. He could vaguely feel their eyes grazing over him, admiring her pretty bunny.

“Such a good girl, ready so quickly for me-“ They lulled out, as their fingers played with the remaining buttons of her shirt.

—

Series sat next to him, her cock straining against their newly unzipped jeans.

“Come on, Bunny- Be a good girl and get my dick all lubed up with that pretty mouth of yours,” They slipped their cock out of her jeans now, the 6 inches standing stiff right between her thighs, “Just lean right over and start sucking like a good girl,”

Bad nodded, excited to please his master. He leaned over and placed a small kiss against the head of her cock, moaning softly at the taste of Sir’s pre cum.

He wrapped his lips over the tip of his Mommy’s cock softly, moaning around it as he bobbed his mouth softly down the length of it.

[lokiskitten]

Loki Laufeyson | the special room

Loki X fem!reader

Plot : You’re a girl part of Loki’s harem, and that against your will. But now, he owns you, and makes sure to daily remind you that you’re his property, and his property only.

Warnings : mention of smut, dirty talking, master X pet relationship, mention of polygamy.

Sitting down beside your friend, the drapes of your relevant outfit gently brushed against the skin of your bare thighs. The jewels that adorned your necklace blinged under the light which was created by the many candles in Loki’s so called special room. More than ten girls resided here, day and night, waiting for their master to be back after a long day of minding his own personal businesses. All of those unfortunate ladies wore the same outfit, which was composed of a luxurious strapless bra, accompanied by a rather intriguing shorts which revealed most of their butt cheeks. Silky drapes escaped the panties, falling down to the level of their knees which added a touch of civilization to their dehumanizing grown. The materials were a mixed of green and gold, the favorite colors of their master which he adorned himself daily : Loki Laufeyson.

Oh, how the girls feared him. His harsh ways forced all of them to submit to his demands, wether they were pleasing or not. Thankfully, the man wasn’t necessarily asking for intercourses, and would sometimes request long lasting massages and cuddles coming from his living belongings. He enjoyed to be praised, often requesting orgies from his pets as the thought of getting to control many girls in one go only led his many orgasms to feel even better. Being in lack of affection, the need of receiving such gestures immediately became understandable. However, in the ladies’ eyes, this didn’t excuse Loki’s rough and inappropriate acts. Often, he would punish them, either using his own hands or whatever appropriate object he could easily lay his hands on. The powerful demigod loved leather, involving this material during both intercourses and painful punishments.

Suddenly, the door finally swung open, the familiar silhouette appearing in the entrance of the bedroom. The girls barely twitched, and the few ones who did were mostly the ones who feared him the most. Those girls were the ones who had arrived here recently, meanwhile the ancients had learned to deal with their master’s moods through pain and time. To top it off, he seemed peculiarly aggravated, which guaranteed a painful night for the young girls part of his harem. Dominantly, you watched as Loki made his way towards his bed, the door automatically closing behind him as he then decided to lay down onto the luxurious mattress covered in many sheets and pillows. His thumb rubbed against his index finger as he held one of his legs folded, eyes scanning the room in quest of a docile kitten to spend a little bit of pleasuring time with. Unfortunately for you, your orbs ended up gazing up at the wrong time, immediately leading the demigod to grow particular interest in your silhouette- though you remained a pet amongst a lot of others.

A smirk formed on his face, head tilting slightly as Loki used his index finger to let you know he wanted you to come to him. Obediently, you got up and shyly stepped until the bed, instinctively climbing onto his lap as soon as you had noticed the way he decided to flatten his legs. His hands traveled up to your hips, a forced smile appearing onto your lips to make sure that he would feel pleased by all of your acts. Whenever he was in a vulnerable state, any mistake, as small as it could be, was usually a one way ticket to a painful punishment. A groan escaped Loki’s lips as he started to grind you against his hips, green eyes intensely focusing onto your crotch. “Mmh..” His deep and raspy voice would’ve probably sounded like the sweetest and most enhancing melody to any woman who wasn’t forced into such an act of filth. Unfortunately, that wasn’t your case.

“You’re always so good to me.” The demigod stated, orbs finally looking up at your irises as he locked eyes with you. Through time, you had progressively taken notes about your master’s likes and dislikes. He enjoyed making eye contact, watching the pleasure or pain displaying in people’s orbs. In fact, he believed that eye contact was the best way to read through anyone’s soul. But face to your silence, Loki decided to put his mischief to good use. “Don’t you enjoy pleasing your master?” He questioned on a rather sensitive tone, manipulating you into guilt and shame. Your breath itched, a lethal error which allowed the demigod to know that his sadistic attempt to put you in an uncomfortable state was working.

Loki’s chuckle echoed through the room, most of the other girls minding their own business as they praised the fact that they hadn’t been chosen which therefore allowed them to get some extra rest. Meanwhile, you stood on Loki’s lap, trying your best to be as flawless as possible. The grip he held onto your hips tightened, a threatening move which once again caused your breath to itch. Though you never looked away, constantly making eye contact as you knew that breaking it would’ve been another fatal error to add to the never ending list. “Come on. I’m just messing with you.” The man ended up admitting, finally allowing yourself to breath out normally whilst he enjoyed tormenting you in such a vicious way.

Unfortunately, the god of mischief was far from being done with you. His hand reached out for your upper arm, pulling you to the side and soon forcing you to lay down beside his resting body. The drapes of your outfit brushed against his clothed legs, which he noticed and jumped on the occasion to toy with it. Meanwhile, your hand decided to take the initiative to gently rub against his chest, being aware that your master- as horrible as it was to admit it- enjoyed cuddles and that it could only be a plus to behave depending on his likings. It was important to gain his trust and peculiar affection, as it most of the time guaranteed painless intercourses. “Mmh..” he moaned again, hand gently travelling up to your lips for you to praise each of his fingers. And again, you obeyed, lips soon starting to lay kisses onto the back of his hand and his thumb.

However, the gentle gesture suddenly took an unexpected turn when your master decided to harshly grip onto your jaw, squeezing your cheeks together. His eyes came in contact with yours, hesitant breath once again taking over your naturally relaxed pace as you grew scared of the man before you. Many questions wandered through your brain, wondering what you’ve done wrong and what he expected to do in order to fix it. But the tricky thing was, you hadn’t committed any mistake. “Do you ever think about leaving this place? You wouldn’t stand a chance face to the outside world, you mewling little kitten.” He spoke, words being harsh yet right. Often, your mind thought about escaping his harem and risking your life for freedom. Unfortunately, you weren’t aware that your master was able to read your mind. Or could he really?

Though, your head simply shook in attempt to physically let him know that you wouldn’t allow yourself to do such a thing. He remained silent, hand progressively sliding off your face and setting you free in a matter of never ending seconds. But Loki remained skeptical, green orbs scanning every single of your facial features in quest of any lurking lies. You didn’t move, body remaining completely motionless as you once again remembered about the never ending list of mistakes that could’ve cost you great pain. A grin ended up forming on his face, hand travelling down to your closed crotch which he caressed delicately. “Ease up, kitten. And remember that your soul belongs to me forever.”

thanks for reading! Requests are open and feedback is highly appreciated! Have a lovely day/evening. 💜

[inevitably-johnlocked]

((my account is @mymiddlenameslove tumblr is still being weird lol)) do you have any fics where john and sherlock hold hands for the first time? i just love the build up/panic that leads to some good fluff thank you (*´∇｀*)

Hi Lovely!!!

Bah, sorry about Tumblr being dumb!!!!

What a fun fic req!! I know for SURE I’ve missed a lot, so these are either fics I remember have hand-holding, are tagged with it, or I’ve just re-read and found it in there :D Hope you Enjoy!!

HAND HOLDING / for COMFORT

The Four Incidents by TheGirlWithRedHair22 (K+, 1,064 w., 1 Ch. || S1 Compliant, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, John Whump, Accident, John POV, Hand Holding, Worried Sherlock, Sherlock’s Self Esteem) – The first time John was present when someone insulted Sherlock, he brushed it off as a strange coincidence.

Peacock by ClassyGirlsWearPearls (T, 1,189 w., 1 Ch. || Romance, Cranky Sherlock, Soft John, Hand Holding, Soft Sherlock) – A study in Sherlock and John.

Here to Stay by MockJayPhoenix12 (K, 1,574 w., 1 Ch. || Post Reunion, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Headache, Bed Sharing, Care Taker Sherlock, Hand Holding, Fluff) – On Sherlock's first day home, John wakes with a migraine.

Random Numbers by songlin (T, 1,671 w., 1 Ch. || Ace Sherlock / Straight John, Cuddling / Snuggling, Massage, Hand Holding, Bed Sharing, Fluff, Post-TRF, Slice of Life) – A collection of moments in the relationship of asexual!Sherlock and straight!John.

Giveaway Fic #9 - Angsty Sick Fic/Sherlock is Sick by ConsultingPurplePants (T, 1,734 w., 1 Ch. || Sick Fic, Hypothermia) – The next time he awakens is even more chaotic. Two doctors are shouting at each other in the corner, and John is holding his hand so tightly Sherlock is worried he’ll break it. Part 9 of 1000 Tumblr Followers Giveaway Fics

Once is Enough by Jominerva (T, 3,030 w., 1 Ch. || Love Confessions, Domestic Fluff, Whump) – Just as the earth rises to meet the sun at every mountain crest, John reaches out for Sherlock and takes his hand in his own."Tell me it won't end like this," he says, blue eyes holding grey while he laces their fingers together. Sherlock lets out a shaky laugh and shakes his head. "I wish I could."

holding steady by darcylindbergh (E, 12,724 w., 4 Ch. || Post S4, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Growing Old, Gone Fishing, Mood without Plot, Soft Sherlock, Caring Sherlock, POV John Third Person, Anxious Sherlock, First Kiss / Time, Touching, Feeling Old, Sherlock Worship, Crying Sherlock, Cuddles, Comforting, Introspection, Retirement, Hand Holding, Forehead Kisses, Caring John, Bed Sharing, Emotional Love Making) – Sitting on a thick wool blanket at the end of a rickety dock side-by-side, legs dangling over the edge, a styrofoam container of wet, dark dirt between them, they’re fishing. John knows what this is about. This is about finally figuring it out.

A Gossamer Dream by CarmillaCarmine (E, 15,985 w., 4 Ch. || Writer/Teacher AU || First Meetings, Friends to Lovers, Writer John / Teacher Sherlock, Fluff, London, Holding Hands, Online Friendship / Romance, Phone Sex, Anal Sex, Happy Ending, Alternating POV, Scottish John, Online Relationship, Internalized Homophobia, Hand Holding, Forehead Touching, First Kiss/Time, Texting/Sexting, Rimming, Toplock, Sherlock Speaks French) – Sherlock had never realised one could care so much about someone they'd never met in person. Now he is about to meet the friend with whom he's been chatting online for months and his anticipation is reaching a crescendo.

How To Unfold a Heart by elwinglyre (E, 25,477 w., 7 Ch. || Post S4 Fix It, BAMF John, Mentioned Eurus, POV First Person Sherlock, Case Fic, Fluff, Slow Burn Topping from the Bottom, 3 Yr Old Rosie, Introspection, Sexual Fantasies, John Worship, Ogling, Hand Holding, Kidnapping, Domesticity, Sherlock Whump, First Kiss/Time, Doctor John, Caring John, Soft Sherlock, Sensuality, Touching, Crying, Love Confessions, Anxious Sherlock, Rimming, Toplock, Fingering, Bossy Bottom John) – To Sherlock’s dismay, John’s return to Baker Street with Rosie is only temporary. Sherlock’s daily visits to Regent Park with John and Rosie illuminate his lost childhood memories and missed opportunities. But with each trip to the park, Sherlock also feels a growing sense of hope. That is until the past horrors return unexpectedly in a cryptic note folded in the shape of a heart. To decipher the message, Sherlock must uncover the nature of the hearts around him, including his own.

Insanity in the Middle by DotyTakeThisDown (E, 28,010 w., 8 Ch. || Equestrian Sports AU || Alternate First Meeting, POV John, Pining John, Bottomlock, Clueless Sherlock, First Kiss/Time, Passionate Kisses, Hand Holding, Caught Making Out, Bed Sharing, Spooning, Blow Job) – John is a world-class eventing rider with a gold medal and several four-star wins to his credit, but he's never won at Rolex. Sherlock is an up-and-coming rider taking the sport by storm.

Lucifer's Gardens by ampersand_ch (E, 32,679 w., 12 Ch. || GERMAN VERSION || Romance, Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Murder, Poison / Drugging, Mystery, John Undercover, Academic Club, Therapy, Rituals, Jungian Archetypes, Doctors & Physicians, Grief/Mourning, Esotericism, Hospitals, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Love Confessions, John Falls In Love With Another Man, Jealous Sherlock, Crying, Doctor John, Hand Holding, First Kiss/Time, Mysticism, Hugging, Touching) – John goes undercover for an investigation as a favour to Lestrade in a village in Suffolk. The events surrounding the case awaken deep-seated fears in Sherlock. While John begins to come to a realisation of what he needs in Lucifer's Gardens, Sherlock tries to find a way to reach John – in more ways than one.

A Promise Made to Be Broken by PlantsAreNeat (E, 37,018 w., 7 Ch. || Fake Relationship, Pining, Slow Burn, RST, Eventual Relationship, POV Sherlock) – A young John makes an ‘if we’re still single at 40, we’ll get together’ pledge to a woman who ends up all wrong for him. She keeps reminding him of the promise, and won’t let go of it. John asks Sherlock to pose as his boyfriend at a family wedding, so as to dash her hopes permanently. Sherlock, who has at last acknowledged his feelings for John, reluctantly agrees despite knowing how painful it will be to ‘have’ John, but not keep him.

A Love with No Name Series by aceofhearts61 (G to M, 49,955 w. across 20 stories || Asexual Sherlock / Straight John, Est. Rel, Queerplatonic Relationship, Romance, Cuddling, Fluff, Platonic Romance, Domestics, Rape/Non-Con) – In which Asexual!Sherlock and Straight!John are platonically in love life partners.

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse by SilentAuror (E, 50,635 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4/S4 Divergence, Case Fic, For a Case / Reverse Fake-Relationship, Conferences, Marriage Equality, Travelling / New York, Pride, Homophobia, Bottomlock, Marriage Proposal, John POV, Sexuality, Love Confessions, Emotional Love Making, Public Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Passionate Kissing, Needy/Clingy Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Touching / Hand Holding, Bed Sharing, Little Spoon Sherlock, Intense Orgasms) – John and Sherlock go to New York to attend a conference run by the National Defence of Traditional Marriage Coalition in order to investigate the potential bombing of the annual Manhattan Pride parade. As the conference unfolds, John finds himself repulsed by the toxic ideology being presented, which becomes relevent to his own unacknowledged issues and his friendship with Sherlock...

Repairing the Broken Things by BakerTumblings (M, 75,252 w., 15 Ch. || S4 Compliant, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Medical Trauma, Hospitals, Big Brother Mycroft, Misunderstandings, Realizations, Severe Accident, John Whump, Pneumonia, Medical Procedures, Bed Sharing, First Time, Healing, Happy Ending) – "I'm calling today to notify you that there's been an accident."

Not Broken, Just Bent by Schmiezi (E, 87,585 w., 43 Ch. || Pining, Love Confessions, Rape/Sexual Assault, Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Villain!Mary, Suicidal Ideations, Main Character Death, Sherlock First Person POV, Parentlock, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Love Making, Possessiveness, Depression, PTSD, Kidnapping, Virgin Sherlock, Eventual Happy Ending) – "For a second, I allow myself to remember teaching John how to waltz. There is a special room in my mind palace for it. A big one, with a proper parquet dance floor. For a second, I go there. I remember holding him, closer than the World Dance Council asks for, excusing it with the fact that we are training for a wedding, not for a competition. For a second, I feel his hand on mine again, smell his sweat, hear the song we used. For a second, I allow myself to love him deeply. For a second, only a second, that love reflects on my face." Fix-it for S3, starting at the end of TSoT. Evil Mary.

Northwest Passage by Kryptaria (E, 95,157 w., 27 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Canadian AU ||  BAMF!John, Canadian John, PTSD, Anal / Oral Sex, Rimming, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Drug Rehab, Falling in Love, Pining Sherlock, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Violin, Panic Attacks, Switching, Anxious / Protective Sherlock, Hugs for Comfort, Suicide Mentions, Healing Each Other) – Seven years ago, Captain John Watson of the Canadian Forces Medical Service withdrew from society, seeking a simple, isolated life in the distant northern wilderness of Canada. Though he survives from one day to the next, he doesn't truly live until someone from his dark past calls in a favor and turns his world upside-down with the introduction of Sherlock Holmes." Part 1 of Tales from the Northwest

The Lost Special: Family Matters (As Do Relationships) by ShirleyCarlton  (M, 144,688 w., 40 Ch. || S4 Fix It Fic / Meta Fic, Unreliable Narrator, John’s Mind Bungalow, Friends to Lovers, Happy Ending, Demisexual Sherlock, Holmes Family, John Whump, Gay Mycroft, Misunderstandings, Drug Addiction, Parenting, TFP is a Nightmare, Virgin Sherlock, Slow Burn, Minor Character Death, Switchlock, John’s Past, Sherlock’s Past, Eurus, Love Confessions) – Sherrinford is not really the name of some high security prison. That was just a figment of John’s frantic coma dream. And Eurus is not actually Sherlock’s sister. That’s just something random she said to John before shooting him. Sherlock and John were never actually estranged. That was just their act to cover up what really happened to Mary – or Rosamund Moran, as her real name has turned out to be. Sherlock does have a secret sibling, though, and his name is Sherrinford. After finally eliminating Moran – though in a rather dramatically different way than they had envisioned – and exposing the truth about Eurus, John encourages Sherlock to delve into his past and to find out whether the reasons to keep Sherrinford away from Sherlock were the right ones, and to discover what really happened in 1981. Along the way, Sherlock and John gradually, finally, stop keeping each other at a distance, and eventually become a proper family of their own.

Against the Rest of the World by SilentAuror (E, 151,714 w., 20 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Hiatus Fic, POV First Person Sherlock, Present Tense, First Kiss/Time, Big Brother Mycroft, Escaping from Capture, Soft Sherlock, Toplock, Insecurity, Infidelity, Travelling, Introspection, Pining Sherlock, Depression, Fantasies, Yearning for the Past, PTSD Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation) – Sherlock has been away from London for nine hundred and twelve days and counting, and has no idea what sort of reception to expect when he finally returns.

Unkissed Series by 221b_hound (T to E, 184,100 w. across 45 works || Established Relationship, Ace Sherlock) – Sherlock returned from the dead a year ago. John returned to Baker Street six months ago. They've been in a couple since then. or at least, not NOT a couple. For two smart men, they sure can be dumb. Luckily, an art thief tries to drown Sherlock, Sherlock has a fever dream and things are about to change.

[ziracona]

T2 was okay and it could have been really good—had some real moments. But it needed more script iterations, and it was too goofy. Goofy is fine in general, but Terminator works best as a sci-fi action-drama-horror mesh. That’s the peak atmosphere. Also just, they gave their new Terminator scary powers to keep him relevant, but there’s just...no way to really make anyone on screen look like a threat to Arnold Schwarzenegger you know? And they never overcame that and it throws off the whole underdog atmosphere. He just. Wasn’t scary. Not when he was trying to kill heckin Arnold the brick house.

I’m not gonna talk about T3 bc I feel like I don’t need to and I think I have a lot of support for that in the fandom, and I’m not gonna talk any Genysis bc no one ever should, and I know I have support there.

Dark Fate was fine, but I felt like they really didn’t have to kill off their Kyle expy like at this point the surprising thing and interesting one would be /not/ to kill him. That role has died in /every/ other film. Like we get it. But plot rehashes are only good if you have some kind of spin. Mostly though I just...would have liked T800 man’s personality in another context but you couldn’t ever sell me on him after watching him gun down a 10 year old in the open. Like what, he found a soul by being...bored? If you want to convince me of fundamental change in a person, you /gotta/ motivate it better. Show me. Don’t tell me and expect me to take your word. And there just wasn’t enough meet in some spots. I wanted more firm lore and a little less action. Like I’m not even a science-heavy leaning sci-fi fan but it still wasn’t enough. I liked it more than most of the others but it just wasn’t quite...meaty enough. Sarah still a queen. But T800 man didn’t sell and that was a real weak spot, and so was expecting us and Sarah to just...like and forgive him bc he had accrued a family. But also like. I enjoyed having a new protag, but feeling like so much, no, /all/ of the work and suffering of everyone in other Terminator films was for nothing bc it’s not even Skynet anymore it’s some other robots?? It kind just...didn’t really work. It makes everything more hollow like it’s not even Terminator anymore there’s no more Terminators. They should have just had it be Skynet but a different rebel leader, or more. Sarah goes on to mentor Dani instead since John is dead, /something/ to make it more the same franchise and not so hollow. Or if it’s gonna be gutted, go all the way and let us feel that, don’t blip it as a plot point once and keep rolling. There’s decades of character attachment for fans; either make that matter, or make it mourned because it’s dead. Don’t skim it and make it cheap. Also on a meta level it was kind of weird how they handled time travel compared to the norm for the franchise but I’m not going into that.

BUT. The Terminator? A cinematic classic. It’s just...such a good film. The characters work is solid the whole movie, and Reese and Sarah are both truly excellent protagonists also given ample time to explore and exhibit that. There’s so much you get in moments that show tiny things about them. The way Sarah handles getting canceled on and goofing with Ginger, her having a pet iguana she loves to cuddle, talking to the statue at work? And she’s smart and normal (I mean normal in a very complimentary way). Kyle is introduced almost immediately running from the cops, but even in the middle of a chase scene, he’s stealing clothes in a mall while evading flashlights, and little things like hopping while he runs to check shoe sizes give you so much right away. He’s clearly out of his depth but he’s smart and methodical and he holes up in a car he hotwires and has a ptsd moment waking up from a dream because of some heavy construction machinery. You don’t have him say much about himself at all but you get him taking a second to be nice to the kids and guard dog on his way back before a T800 attacks. Even though if you’re watching it classic, you have no spoken goal for Reese and all you know is he’s armed and /also/ looking for Sarah, like the man who has killed three people already is, you kind of aren’t very scared of him by the time he’s creepily following her into a night club. That scene is iconic too damn. Anyway. Her reactions to everything are so great. Only film I ever saw where I 100% felt the person on screen was reacting like anyone would to almost being killed and then getting kidnap-saved by some other guy claiming to be from the future like I’d bite him too, but you know, I’d also be pretty happy he saved me and also decide he was crazy and not like, dangerous, and try to keep the cops from killing him. It’s so cute he thinks anyone is going to believe him like hang in there Kyle baby, king. Love as soon as the Terminator hits the police station, he breaks out and goes to find Sarah, and she’s immediately like ‘so fuck this actually’ and looking for him too. The deleted scene in the motel woods. The slow character build. Him falling in love with her because of the picture where she always looked a little sad and he wondered what she was thinking about and you don’t find out till the last scene it’s him she was thinking about in that picture. A family can be two complete trauma disasters making pipe bombs in a motel. The top 5 cinema shots moment where you think they won and they think they won and they’re both injured and stagger to each other and collapse laughing and crying and hugging and it holds for like ten seconds before that fucking thing gets up and you see the rubble in the fire shift and Kyle sees it first. And the hopelessness and despair. Sarah just screaming no in rage because it’s so unfair. The little scaffolding fight?? Kyle doing what he does? Sarah winning with a broken leg? The picture? The heartbreak? A work of art.

Also just. They’re both attractive but like, they are not remotely airbrushed Hollywood pretty. Kyle’s got that big scar on his lip and they’re both sweaty and bloody and dirty and gross the whole film??? God yeah.

Terminator Salvation? Also a classic. You have a film not about the core cast exactly, but it’s very ensemble. You get early days war. And it’s from the very open a solid narrative about second chances and what it means to be human and they really do explore that the whole runtime. Markus dies and comes back more confused than you are in the apocalypse. Baby Reese is absolutely perfect. You get formerly executed for murder Markus somehow adopting like 20 year old Reese and 13 year old kid Star and they’re amazing. Rebellion drama, lore reveals. Reese’s devout faith in the cause and how fast he looks up to Markus and starts learning and Markus is like :[ but then he’s like ... :] because he god assigned two family members now. The tag team fights—how incredibly talented Star is. Guilt trip on a look to dropping cars, she’s super effective. Tbh Markus is just O_O to >:-[ the whole movie as soon as Reese and Star are taken and I feel it. You’ve got a guy who was killed for straying too far from human, come back as a machine, but he doesn’t know it, wondering if he deserves another chance and if he can change, and it’s really neat the way it unfolds. Even after losing so many friends to Terminators that look human, Blair refuses to believe he isn’t a human even if he’s also a machine and risks her life to save him, when they barely know each other. Markus getting like, tortured by the rebels, and still choosing to help them and be who he has decided he wants to be this time, even towards John. Even with better alternatives. And you have Star never having a moment of doubt, or Reese, and him getting to save them both, and them trying to help the other humans in line for extermination before he arrives. The hand hold with Star when his hands just metal. And he decides to die for someone he doesn’t even /like/ and who has personally hurt him a lot of times, because he knows the rebels need him to win. Anyway death row to death row but completely different people in the same body facing that same death differently are amazing if done well (see TWDG I mean ow) and it was a very simple core theme to latch to and very enjoyable executed and it got snubbed by fans when it’s the best sequel Terminator ever had.

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Fanfic Writer Asks

I was tagged by @asarcasticwitch - thank you so much!

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

737, which is an ugly number :(

2) What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,890,054 words, which ... AH I might actually get to 2mil by the end of the year!

3) How many fandoms have you written for, and what are they?

thank you, ao3 dashboard for this handy list:

Teen Wolf (TV) (377)

X-Men (Alternate Timeline Movies) (187)

Marvel Cinematic Universe (93)

Glee (29)

Young Justice (Cartoon) (11)

Kingsman (Movies) (9)

Original Work (9)

The Avengers (Marvel Movies) (8)

Criminal Minds (US TV) (7)

Thor (Movies) (6)

Deadpool (Movieverse) (5)

Weird City (TV) (5)

X-Men (Original Timeline Movies) (4)

Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters (Anime & Manga) (4)

Ragnarok (TV 2020) (4)

Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) (3)

Teen Wolf (TV) RPF (3)

Iron Man (Movies) (3)

The House in the Cerulean Sea - T. J. Klune (2)

Venom (Marvel Movies) (1)

Stranger Things (TV 2016) (1)

Captain America (Movies) (1)

Fate: The Winx Saga (TV) (1)

Power Rangers Ninja Storm (1)

X-Men - All Media Types (1)

Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan (1)

Riverdale (TV 2017) (1)

X-Men Evolution (1)

Push (2009) (1)

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

With You, I Belong

Mates and Marriage Proposals

The Perceptions of You and I

(baby) maybe that matters more

Breathing You In

5) What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

ughh so, fair warning, I have a lot of works. I definitely do not remember all of them, however I do have four works tagged as Unhappy Ending and then another nine works tagged Ambiguous/Open Ending, which is way more than I’d thought I had! 

however, there is one fic that stands out in mind when I think about which of my works has the angstiest ending! Heed the tags :)

And Now?

Teen And Up Audiences | Major Character Death | M/M | Teen Wolf (TV) | Chris Argent/Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski | Chris Argent, Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski | Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Canonical Character Death, Peter Hale Dies, Unhappy Ending

Stiles Stilinski finds out who his soul mates are by setting one on fire.

6) What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

ughhhhhhhh I truly do not know??? 

7) Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I don’t write many crossovers at all! I have some mcu/teen wolf cross overs, I have a teen wolf/glee cross over plotted (that i’ll probably never write), but my strangest is probably this teen wolf/x-men cross over!

what-ifs (don’t fuckin’ matter to no one)

Teen And Up Audiences | No Archive Warnings Apply | M/M | X-Men (Alternate Timeline Movies)Teen Wolf (TV) | Logan (X-Men)/Sheriff Stilinski | Logan (X-Men), Sheriff Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski | Memory Loss, Telepathy, Mentions of War, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Child Neglect, Grief/Mourning, Telepath Stiles Stilinski, Telekinetic Stiles Stilinski, Nightmares, Cuddling & Snuggling

There’s somethin’ there. Somethin’ that has him sleeping curled up on his side with a pillow tucked to his chest, somethin’ that has him splittin’ up his food ‘fore he eats ‘cause he don’t need as much as a baseline. Has him turnin’ to tell someone shit that ain’t there. There’s just...there’s just somethin’ there that’s missin’ and it shouldn’t be missin’.

8) Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

sometimes! I don’t write a lot of smut because I actively dislike writing it, but the smut I do write is super super soft and sappy and full of emotions lol

9) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I respond to almost all of my comments! comments i won’t respond to: negative comments, unsolicited criticism, comments that aren’t relevant to the fic itself, comments simply asking for more 

I love love love responding to comments! I love every single comment that I get and I want to show how much I appreciate getting them, and personally I think responding to comments is the only way to do that! everyone has different comment philosophies, but for me, if someone is taking the time to comment on my fic like I so badly want them to, I think it’s important to respond to show my appreciation! 

10) Have you ever received hate on a fic?

aha YEAH I DO. this past weekend I actually got a number of shitty comments and had to file two ao3 abuse reports for harrasment (: I love it

I am no stranger to hate comments. I write copious amounts of age difference fic. I write copious amounts of incest. I am not going to apologize nor am I going to feel bad for enjoying either.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

ughhh I sure as heck hope not! 

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! I have a number of them :) I always always do my best to make sure it’s linked to the original fic, AND that I add a tag noting that there’s a translation!

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

I have made a few attempts! the only successful attempt is there's nothing i wouldn't do to make you feel my love which is a collaboration with @flightinflame, not quite a co-write!

14) What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I am unable to answer this lol I don’t have an all-time favourite. mutli-shipping forever.

15) What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

god okay this is such a good question! imma ramble about a few so bear with me here! (i may have 700 posted works but I also have a few hundreds wips & ideas floating around in my gdrive, too)

gone & past - this is a starrish wip i’d started in 2017. I ended up deleting it from ao3 to rewrite it and never got there, but I have about 20k of content! I built my home, inside of you - thorki human au with college jock thor and high school dancer loki. i’ve got a start and nothing else Sheriff Stilinski Gets Some Sweet Sweet Lovin’ - massive wip where... well, the sheriff fucks his way through the entire pack. I want to write it but. trans allison au - this is an au where allison is trans and that changes the entire season 1 canon. it features stallison, petopher, and a looooooong ass outline that will never exist beyond my wips You Fill My Heart (With Such a Gentle Love) - this is a stetopher a/b/o au with pregnant omega stiles and alpha pair petopher falling in love. it started as a labour of love to someone I no longer have in my life. I have about 30k, a full outline, but idk. makes me sad to think about it they slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered - this is my big x-men first class rewrite that I honestly don’t think i’ll ever finish. I have a few thousand words, a full outline, but no love lost for cherik so. doubtful Physiotherapy (I'll Be Your Baby) - this was a fic I was SO excited about, and then it kinda flopped and stayed a wip because I didn’t have a plan or the motivation to finish it. it’s a winterspider human au with amputee bucky and science twink peter that I adore the premise of but who knows breathing you in chapter 2 - I have a massive second chapter planned for this fic but the first did so good so fast I am way too intimidated to write more in case everyone hates it lmao

there are more arjgoirjeg there are so many more but these are the bigger ones I can think of right now!

16) What are your writing strengths?

ughhhhh I hate answering this because I have, like, seriously bad imposter syndrome around my writing BUT I do think i’m able to weave poignant backstory into narration & i write strong, distinctive narrative voices!

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

literally I can’t write settings at all. I don’t know how people vividly describe settings but I absolutely cannot do that and it’s one of the reasons I haven’t delved into original fiction. I need to write the town my characters live in?? fuck that imma just use a location we’ve seen on screen & let readers fill in the blanks lmao

I am also shit at long fic. I don’t have the mind for long and interesting plots, and I don’t have the focus to write long fic (which is why every long fic i’ve ever posted has taken me literal years to complete smh).

18) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I like it! both as a reader and as a writer. as a writer, I generally only use a few words, or small sentences that can be understood by context, and I generally don’t 

19) What was the first fandom you wrote for?

the last thing I wrote and posted was this one:

Languish

Teen And Up Audiences | No Archive Warnings Apply | M/M | X-Men (Original Timeline Movies) | John Allerdyce/Bobby Drake | Bobby Drake, John Allerdyce, X-Men (Team) | Not Canon Compliant, Future Fic, Established Relationship, Summer, Teasing, Fluff

It was a really, really hot Saturday, and most of the school was outback, enjoying the sun, not caring about the heat, and having the time of their life.

Everyone but Bobby, of course, who was melting away.

“I just want to remind everyone that I make ice. I am the Ice Man. I am not built for the heat and soon enough I’m going to melt away into nothing.”

20) What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

this is another impossible question! I have a few I really enjoy, but I really don’t think I have a favourite that stands out above the rest!

i’m tagging: @4magicandmayhem @insertmeaningfulusername @midrashic @wynnefic @ikeracity @stronglyobsessed @elledelajoie @wolfnprey​ & anyone else who sees it and wants to do it! seriously! go ahead :)

blank questions below the read more!

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

2) What’s your total AO3 word count?

3) How many fandoms have you written for, and what are they?

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5) What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

6) What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

7) Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

8) Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

9) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

10) Have you ever received hate on a fic?

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

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

14) What’s your all-time favorite ship?

15) What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

16) What are your writing strengths?

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

18) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

19) What was the first fandom you wrote for?

20) What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

[jojolovenotes]

A nostalgia thing I'd love to show Pros is my fav tv shows! Especially dragon ball Z I wish I could show him my old merch and DVD collection but most importantly I'd tell him how I'd watch it after school and then watch re runs at night and I'd hope he would try to enjoy how ridiculous the catoon is I think he'd ask a lot of questions about the plot and powers because he doesn't understand the power system or why the characters act the way they do 😂 also it'd be fun explaining the history of dragon ball to him when it becomes relevant in DBZ maybe I'd even make him watch super 🤣

YES DBZ!! Oh my gosh help he probably talks a lot through everything and asks questions also he’s like “ this doesn’t even make sense!!” But eventually allows himself to get really invested and enjoy the show omg help 😂😂😂 He probably mixes up the character names a lot like the old man he is, but tbh he thinks it’s cute when you explain it to him plus you two can cuddle while watching 💕