#i haven't written in so long im actually excited to get back into it

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Timeloop!Vodka AU (First Loop)(Part 1)

All he could do was stare at his own reflection; he was supposed to be dead, but he was here repeating his first? Second? Year of high school. All he could do now was run his hands through his hair that he probably hadn't washed in days, he really needed to take care of that.

"Hey Saburo, are you alright in there? Next class is starting in a bit, I don't want you getting detention, or you'll miss out on our club meeting." Makoto slowly walked up behind him making sure not to startle him. He doesn't remember when he apologized for shoving him when he startled him once, but he should probably do that now just in case he hadn't yet.

"I'm alright Makoto, just got a little shocked I guess, sorry for er shoving you earlier" He replied hoping to reassure Makoto just a little bit, he was one of his only friends in high school and he didn't want to go through whatever this was alone.

"Oh, you don't have to apologize again, it's fine, let's go back before the teacher comes." He was relieved at least that Makoto had already forgiven him. They both walked out of the bathroom together and Vodka followed him, hiding the fact that he didn't actually know what grade he was in right now. He eventually gets his answer when Makoto entered class 1-A and he trailed behind him.

"Uokka, you can't just run off before class starts, you're lucky that you're getting off with a warning." He hasn't heard his real last name in years, he trained himself out of responding to that name as soon as he took on his first alias, now he'll have to train himself to respond to that name again. He mutters a short apology before making his way to his desk.

Vodka couldn't concentrate on anything the teacher was saying, he was probably talking about the Edo Period according to the words written on the board. His mind was spinning, he needed to process this, how did this happen, why did this happen to him of all people?

He was supposed to be dead, probably cremated and ashes disposed of or unceremoniously chucked into a lake by his ex-colleagues, or perhaps on an autopsy table somewhere, all eyes on his bullet-ridden corpse. But somehow, he wasn't. He was here in school again, the journalism club, his brothers, before the organization. All he could think about is what would Gin do in this situation, has Gin even set foot in a high school? Probably not, he's getting distracted again.

Gin would gather information first, he always told him to do that, look for the exits, 'observe your surroundings for once Vodka'. He knew where his exits were at least, he had sprinted out of one of them earlier and the windows were a few desks away. Other than that, he didn't know a whole lot, he would have to wait until after school to talk to the other members of the journalism club, he could try and figure out what he was supposed to do today. He at least knew where the clubroom was and knew school would be over shortly based on the time on his watch.

This was going to be an uphill battle and he knew it; he had no idea what to do now 20 years of his life had effectively disappeared and that he was trapped in a body that was around about half his size.

[its-stupidhours]

the big smir fic is. uh. it's gettin big!

[navstuffs]

Heart to-go

Pairing: RE2Barista!Leon x GN!Reader

Summary: You hate coffee. Of course with your luck, you end up falling in love with a cute blushing barista.

Warnings: COFFEE SHOP AU, SUPER FLUFF, blushing leon, tooth-rotting fanfic, reader DOES NOT like coffee (i could never), reader/leon are clueless and shy, sabrina and gabriel are names used in this fic, image taken from google

Author's Notes: hey, im back (sorta?kinda?). i had this fanfic saved for a while and since i haven't been able to produce new material, i decided to edit and post some of my old drafts. i plan on posting the other coffee shop au - nsfw version, but from now i hope you enjoy reading this one!

If someone told you before that you would visit a coffee shop and actually order the same cup of coffee every day, you would laugh at their faces. You don't like coffee, period. There is something about the smell or taste you just don't like it. Warm, cold, sweet, unsweet, with chocolate, you tried it all. It just isn't your thing, which made some people look at you as an E.T. sometimes, but hey, to each its own, right?

Your co-worker Sabrina is the one who invites you out to a popular coffee shop nearby your work. Before you even attempt to say no, Sabrina explains that yes, there were other drink options and some delicious pastries, like "some of the best brownies" she had eaten her entire life.

So you agree, with the promise you wouldn't regret it.

There is no line when you enter, around 5 pm. You pass this coffee shop often going to work, the smell strong in your nose if the door is open. You never entered, of course, but now inside, you must admit it looked cozy. A lot of natural light comes from the big windows in the front, illuminating the entire space. There are tables and chairs, at this time empty, compared to how full and hectic they could get in the morning.

As Sabrina orders her long order, your eyes wander the menu, written behind the counter on a giant blackboard. They had other options, as Sabrina explained before, such as handmade Italian sodas and some juices. When Sabrina is done, you turn your attention to the very attractive cashier. The kind you see on the cover of magazines, like a model or something. And cute. He has innocent blue eyes, a soft face, and blonde hair under the black cap. Your eyes glimpse at his name tag, "Leon," as he waits for your order.

"What do you want?"

And the words come out of your mouth before you can even think, something you would never have ordered in a million years.  

"A coffee?" 

You can feel Sabrina's neck twist, shocked. You ignore her, ignore how your voice went two higher tones than it should, focused on Leon, who continues smiling, patiently waiting for the rest.

"Sure, which one?"

"Coffee?" Your eyes roam around the many, many names and sizes as if you know what all those names mean, and you decide to risk it all. "How about your favorite order?"

Leon's eyes widen briefly before a faint red tone rises to his cheeks. He chuckles, surprised, before placing the order on the computer. 

"Right, okay then, my favorite order. Anything else?"

"Nothing, that will be it."

You pay your bill without looking up. Sabrina looks semi-concerned and amused when you are done ordering, a strange smile on her face.

"Are you okay?"

"I panicked," You whisper, hoping Leon can't hear the panic in your voice as you pull her to a table before she can start asking more questions.

You sit to wait for your order, and you notice Leon and another young blonde lady behind the counter. He seems to be blushing about something she says, and you wonder if that wasn't the most adorable thing you've ever seen.

"You are staring," Sabrina warns, her voice denoting humor. Why does it sound like Sabrina is having fun with your misery? You look out the window to the traffic slowing down since it is the end of the afternoon. When your order finally arrives, you turn excited, expecting to see Leon but being greeted by Ashley's happy face.

"Enjoy!" Ashley exclaims before leaving. You grab your small cup of warm coffee with a top layer of foam on it. It smells like cinnamon and vanilla. You really, really don't want to drink it.

"Careful now, Leon is watching," Sabrina teases, making you turn to look for Leon. He is indeed staring at you, his blue eyes filled with expectation. When he catches you looking, he turns his face away, a deep blush on his cheeks, too focused on cleaning something behind him.

"I can do this." You tell yourself, taking a sip from the cup. Yeap, still bad. Still bad as the first time you tried it. You drink another small sip because Leon could still be watching before placing the cup on the table. "I don't think I can do this." You confess in a whisper to Sabrina, who doesn't answer. She giggles, drinking her coffee as water. She saves you the dignity to not tease you anymore, at least.

Noticing she wouldn't be any help, you take small sips while listening to Sabrina's news. It was easier to drink while she talked so that you could ignore the sour taste in your mouth.

When your cup is finally empty, you sigh in relief. You have done it. You are NOT disappointing any cute blushy barista today. Leon appears at the side of the table, eyes filled with expectation.

"How was it?"

"It was so good. My friend over here loved it, right? Right?" Sabrina smiles happily in your direction. You want to strangle her, but you nod, smirking instead.

"Perfect, Leon. Thank you."

Leon's eyes lock on you, and you stare back, starstruck. No one should be allowed to be this charming. His smile lights up his entire face, making him look even more special. The type you could fall in love with if you aren't careful enough.

"I will get those for you, then," He cleans the table, then leaves, nodding in your direction. When he is out of a safe distance, Sabrina sings low.

"I think he likes you!"

"Shut up, Sabrina!"

-x-

After that, you start to visit the coffee. Daily. You get to meet the rest of the employees: Luis, a handsome man with a captivating smile who constantly flirts with you. You already know Ashley, a young college student who is always excited to see you. And well, there is Leon. It is odd how you click so fast with Luis and Ashley; you could joke with them as much as you wanted, but things worked a little differently when it came to Leon. He made you nervous.

He always welcomes you with a warm smile and treats you with respect. You tried to tease Leon once, but it died in your throat when you watched his expression. He just looked so innocent, you just didn't want him to dislike something you did or said. What if he misinterpreted?

You also continue ordering the same coffee. Your newfound trick to not throw it away? Take it to work and give it to Sabrina. You know you are wasting money, but Leon's smile is worth every cent, especially when you place the money on the counter for "Leon's order". Like one morning, two weeks after your first visit, you enter the shop, and it is Luis at the register.

"Hello, pretty thing. Same order?" Luis asks, winking. 

"You know me, Luis, I am loyal." 

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Luis sighs, pretending to be disappointed. Ashley waves in your direction when she sees you, asking. "Let me guess, another Leon's order to go?"

"You know, it is my dream. One of those days, you will enter those doors and ask 'Can I get Luis's order or maybe Ashley's?" Luis teases, "No, it must always be Leon's order. I have started to wonder why."

"I like his coffee," You whisper in your defense. Luis smiles, knowing exactly what you like. He points to Leon's back, too focused on a coffee maker. "Your boyfriend is waiting."

You show off your tongue, rolling your eyes and going toward Leon. He guides a cup of steaming milk into a to-go cup, almost as if he is drawing. You don't say anything, watching his concentrated face as he finishes. Every inch of his attention to whatever he is drawing. When Leon is done, he turns toward you, opening a smile.

"H-hey. Here it is."

He puts the to-go cup in front of you, uncovered. You find it weird but don't discuss it.

"Morning. Thank you. My favorite, as always." You grab a lid nearby, closing it. Leon seems disappointed but doesn't say anything. You quickly take a sip, holding back a scowl. "Perfect as always, Leon. Thank you. I don't even know where I would be without Leon's every morning... Leon's order, I mean!"

The frown is gone, and Leon smiles timidly, blushing. Of course, you must embarrass yourself in front of him, but honestly, you don't mind. Your mornings always got much better after seeing his smile. You leave the coffee, waving bye to Ashley and Luis. When you are gone, Ashley and Luis surround Leon, too curious.

"Did they see it this time?" Luis wonders.

"No."

"Such a nice person, but so clueless," Ashley sighs, holding her chin. "Maybe you should just try writing your phone number on the cup, it would be more direct."

"Or maybe they don't like me that much..." Leon declares, making his co-workers groan.

"Not this again, Leon."

-x-

Three weeks pass like that. You go in, say hi to Ashley and Luis, get your coffee with Leon, smile at each other, and leave for work. There is some teasing here and there from Ashley and Luis, you tease back, and that is it. You wonder if you should get a different order, but Sabrina seems happy enough with the coffee, you are happy enough to see Leon, so it works.

The next morning, you enter the café to find Ashley organizing a casket of brownies. After greeting each other, you grab one from the basket. So those were the limited edition brownies Sabrina always talked about.

"Hey, Ashley, are those the famous delicious brownies?"

"Yeah. Made by an extraordinary chef, but I can't reveal his identity. It is top secret."

"Can I get one? And also a Le-"

"Leon's order? Yes, yes, I know," She groans, sounding tired. Leon appears from the back office, opening his usual smile when he sees you. You like to think it is your special smile, but it is probably how he smiles at every single client.

"Hey."

"Morning, Leon."

He starts preparing your drink the way he always does. You wonder if Leon is bored or if he can even make it with his eyes closed. Maybe you should ask him if his favorite order has even changed next time? As you watch Leon work, you give a big bite to the brownie. It is delicious. The perfect balance between chocolate and sweetness. 

"Ashley, those are so freaking good!" You exclaim, bringing her attention back to you.

"Oh really? Our chef will love to hear that!" Ashley says with a suggestive tone, giving a quick side look to Leon. You finish the brownie in a few bites as Leon puts your cup on the counter, his cheeks painted red. Again your cup is uncovered. You grab the lid and close it. It has become a ritual by now. 

"Thanks again, Leon."

When you look up at him, Leon has a different expression in his eyes. He blushes, no more than he usually does, his hand raised. Before you can ask what is wrong, he places his hand over yours on the cup lid. His hand is warm, probably normal for someone working with hot drinks all the time. You don't say anything, waiting. Leon seems to be waiting as well, for you to say anything. Neither of you does, and the moment is broken when the door opens, a huge group of women coming in.

"Sorry, I don't know—" 

"Bye!" You rush out of those doors, not looking back.

Well, that was certainly odd, you think. Leon has never touched you before. It seems that he wanted to tell you something, but at the same time, he was waiting for you to say something? When you get to work ten minutes later, the cup still warm in your hands, you search for Sabrina, not finding her. Gabriel, your other co-worker, explains she is sick.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Nasty flu."

"Oh, okay. I will message her later then."

You look at the cup in your hands to her empty table before asking Gabriel.

"Hey, do you want some coffee?"

"Free? Don't mind if I do! What has on it?"

"I guess coffee, milk, cinnamon? I don't really know."

"You don't know?" Gabriel asks, grabbing the cup from you. "You don't know what is in your cup? Here, let me smell it, I have an excellent sense of smell." He opens the lid to smell it and exclaims, "Awn, this is cute."

"What?"

"The heart."

"What heart?"

Gabriel carefully gets the cup to show you a heart drawing on top. You want to hit yourself in the head; is that what Leon has been doing? That's why he held your hand this morning to show the heart? No, it couldn't be. When Gabriel starts taking the cup to his mouth, you pull the cup back, placing the lid.

"Sorry, Gabriel, gotta go! I will return with another one!"

You rush back to the store, holding the cup firmly. Maybe, just maybe, Leon has been drawing those for you only, and you always close the lid? Maybe this is what he was trying to tell you this morning. What if Leon draws a heart for everyone? Shouldn't you be paying for that? What if—? No, no time to think of that. Perhaps this is your chance. You enter the shop, gasping for air. Ashley is nowhere around, and Leon is dusting around the table. When he sees you, his brows furrow, but he doesn't hesitate to get close to you.

"Are you okay? Something wrong?" Leon sounds concerned, his eyes scanning you.

You try to speak, still catching your breath. You pull the lid, triumphant.

"What does this mean?" 

When you two look at the cup, the drawing is gone. There is just a mess of brown liquid, smelling like vanilla and cinnamon. You can't believe it. You turn to Leon, pointing at the cup and him, your mouth opening and closing.

"Have you been drawing hearts in my cup this whole time?"

"I have." He admits, blushing. 

"Thanks?" Jeez, you couldn't come with something better. Leon nods as if understanding before starting to turn away. "No, wait, please, I mean, I like them. A lot."

His face lights up, and you wonder how someone can look so adorable. It is so unfair for you poor heart.

"Tha-that's good, then. I was wondering when you would see them."

"Well, 'cause the lady who drinks my coffee doesn't open the cups!" You try to explain to him, biting your tongue. Leon waits, confused. "Yeah, I don't like coffee," You finally confess your secret somberly, like a sinner talking to a priest.

"So wait. You don't like coffee and keep ordering it? Why?"

Well, now it is your turn to feel your face burning. Realization passes through Leon's face, and he starts stuttering something before three older ladies walk in, going directly to the cashier. He grabs your cup, his heart thumping as he rushes to write something. When Leon gives you back, you see his number written in black ink.

"Ca-can we discuss this better later tonight? If you want to, of course," Leon asks. You nod. "Then you can tell me all about your hate for coffee."

"I would love to."

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send🍒 for nice words >:) ( accepting ) — whoever sent this, ilu

anon, you're so goated 4 this. gotta crack my hand knuckles and brain knuckles for this because WHEW....... i do have that many folks i'd love to yap about in no particular order. also, this is so long — that's my only warning ❤️️

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you're so silly, he's so silly, we're all so silly together. the marked literally became a whole ass community because of your enthusiasm. it genuinely encouraged me to not hold back and continue to yap about all of their stupid nuanced dynamics. and the way we have soooooo many threads together, but they all feel different? juniper's just babey!!!! he's the marked's babey!!!!! don't even get me started on ravi.... i did not think anyone would pick him up by the scruff and hang onto that bro frat man bro. hes so ridiculous but you RAN WITH IT AND WE KEPT SPRINTING. you're amazing, i'm so so happy i followed you all those months ago ❤️️❤️️❤️️❤️️

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For the Drabble/doodle prompt:

Fem!Reddie But I’m a Cheerleader AU

ohhhh babey hell yeah

me and @haaawaiianshirt actually discussed this au like a million years ago but I genuinely can't remember who was who, so after like a full forty five minutes of staring at a wall, thinking about Them, I reengineered it to make eddie megan... except she still gets to be a little butch

ficlet below cut:

i haven't written these babies in so long so I sincerely apologize if im rusty but have some Eddie-specific, non-canon scene, but i'm a cheerleader vibes:

Eddie… didn’t quite see it working out like this.

Which to be perfectly fair, isn’t, like out of the picture. The past almost two months have been exclusively didn’t quite see it working out like this. 

Being accused of lesbianism, being sent to conversion therapy, and, goddamnit, especially not the accusation being right.

But when she’d been sitting outside the office, panic coursing through her nervous system, waiting, Eddie had genuinely thought that she was going to lie. She was fully prepared to pretend she was straight, to say that none of it had ever happened. That she’d never loved Richie Tozier and she was so, horribly, incredibly excited to graduate into a dull, mind-numbingly pink life of heterosexuality.

Richie was going to look at her with huge, betrayed eyes. Richie was going to get kicked out. She’d already carved out a place in her brain for the guilt.

Eddie was a good girl, Eddie was a catholic girl, Eddie was her mother’s perfect daughter, Eddie was a fucking cheerleader. Richie was the brave, snarky, proud-to-be-a-dyke one, not her.

But for some fucking reason, staring her mother down as tears and snot dripped down her face, demanding she reconsider, while Robert fucking Gray in neat little blue suit grinned at her and told her she could have a second chance, she couldn’t do it. Fuck that, she’d thought, considering a life of boyfriends and a raised ranch in the suburbs and two and a half kids, Fuck that.

Richie had said she was braver than she fucking thought that night, her hand slid under her skirt in the back of the Cocksucker, her voice all soft and smiley and genuine. She hadn’t really realized that she’d meant it comparatively. That Eddie was brave because Richie wasn’t.

Maybe that wasn’t fair. Eddie just… doesn’t know how to feel fair right now. 

She was supposed to leave with her and she hadn’t.

(The spot in her head she’d reserved for betraying-Richie guilt has been instead taken up with the image of Richie herself, pale and crying and more quiet than she’d ever seen her be, mouthing silent ‘I’m so sorry’s. With the words, ‘It’s been decided, then. Richie will do the simulation with Connor. Edith, you can go.’)

Adrien and Don had told her to take her time with the whole thing. Stan had rolled their eyes and told her that she’d get over it. She doesn’t think either of them are fucking right.

Not when she’s so fucking mad and confused, and every time she closes her eyes she pictures Conner fucking Bowers, sleazy, gay Conner Bowers, simulating sex that she knows Richie doesn’t want to have. 

She stares hard at the ceiling of her new bedroom. It’s smaller than her one at home, the walls painted a bright, angry red, and self-help books and dyke memoirs and magazines she knows you can’t buy in the grocery stores unsubtly sitting on the bedside table. 

It’s a weird, hands off sort of acceptance she’s not used to. And it’s better than her Mother’s cloying need to have control, but it almost makes her uncomfortable.

She doesn’t know what the fuck she’s doing, in general and as a fucking lesbian and… god, maybe it’s selfish but she almost wishes Richie were here just so she could tell her the steps. 

Richie was the same age as her, sure, but she had more experience with this whole thing. She’d kissed girls, she knew what fucking… scissoring meant, she was good at it, she had the fucking training hours and everything that Eddie specifically lacked. 

(Though, she realizes, maybe that's the difference.

Richie knew. Richie came into this whole thing well aware she was a lesbian. From what she’d whispered, hidden in the dark corners of New Horizons, when they’d stopped making out just long enough to talk, it’d been one of the openly apparent things everyone around her knew and hated since she was thirteen. 

All her sex talk and bold sexuality shit that Eddie’d been so intimidated by at first, that she kind of longs for now, was just a defense mechanism that could be easily broken down and manipulated. 

Eddie… had honestly just never considered the idea before her mom sent her away.

Having sex with Conner would have grossed her out before, probably. She’d never even wanted to kiss Myran when they were dating, and now that she knew why, she wasn’t about to back down.

Somehow, Richie having more time to figure everything out made it even more complicated.

Christ, it’s not like any of this shit feels simple for Eddie, though.)

Without thinking about it she kicks herself off her bed and slams into the bathroom. 

‘Sweetheart, don’t worry about being a perfect lesbian,’ Adrian had soothed when she’d shown up, crying with suitcases, ‘Just worry about being yourself.’

It’d probably been good advice. If she’d known who the fuck she was.

She knew she was a cheerleader, that one had just been a fact.

She knew she was a lesbian, she’d figured that one out fast and then let it sink it incredibly slowly. 

She knew she was angry and she knew she was sad, and she knew that Richie might have had a point about her being brave. And that one had been after doing something impulsive and maybe stupid. 

She doesn’t really have time to recreate the first two, slowly burned life changes, but she can probably do the impulsive stupid one again. 

The least she could do was try, she thinks, digging in one of the drawers under the sink until she finds what she’s looking for. 

Her hair falls in clumps as she hacks at it with dull, bathroom cabinet scissors, uneven and probably ugly and she’s gonna have to get someone to fix it. Suddenly, though, she doesn’t think she gives a shit. 

She wonders if it’s a cliche, a dyke with short hair. She’s not necessarily sure she cares any more. Her head feels lighter than it ever has. 

She wonders why the fuck she hadn’t done this earlier, short hair would be so much easier for cheer than a fucking hair-sprayed stiff blow out. 

She wonders if Richie would like it. 

Richie. 

Fuck.

(Mother fucker… well, impulsive and stupid worked twice, right?)

She slams into Stan’s bedroom, the sudden plan shaking its way out of her skin too hard to take anything slow. They blink up from their book and look her over, cocking an eyebrow, “Nice hair.”

“Thank you,” She grins, feeling hot all over and shaky and kind of like she’s gonna pass out. Just, in a good way, somehow, “Wanna go crash the graduation tomorrow?”

[gritsandbrits]

Wait is archangel michael one of your Oc?

Technically yes in Soulless Hostel. Since he hasn't appeared in canon yet. what he looks like is up for grabs but im in the ballpark of him being Lucifer's twin. Except, Michael's hair is longer.

Since Lucifer is based off of circus ringleaders, Michael is modeled after late night talk show hosts. His home is set up like a studio, and he invites a LOT of spirits to interview them. He wears white and blue, has blue blush circles, and a hat adorned with blueberries. He's genuinely a friendly charismatic guy, and loyal to God, his namesake. He doesn't like Lucifer and Lilith but oddly enough he likes Charlie. He even planned on taking custody of her as a kid so he can shape her into becoming an angel because he thinks she's too good to stay in hell. But Char genuinely WANTS to be hell princess, and coupled with Michael's duties to heaven and personal grievances wirh his brother and sister in law, they ended up being estranged.

There's a story i haven't written yet, but it involves Michael disguising himself as his brother so he could talk my self insert out of her romance with him. He pulls off the disguise so well even my SI isn't able to tell he's fake. "Lucifer" takes my sona to different events on earth to stealthily convince her to convert.

Later the real lucifer asks charlie where my Sona is, only for her to reply she thought *I* was with him. that's when lucifer realizes what's happening and makes a beeline to earth to beat his brother's ass. Charlie, Evan and Vaggie go with him to make sure they dont kill each other, and when they arrive they see the faker and my sona in a meadow having a picnic. Evan is just excited to see 2 of the most powerful beings in the universe about to go at it. They get there just as Michael is about to put a necklace on me (enchanted to brainwash me) only to get punched away by a furious, Season 1 final battle Lucifer.

And then the actual fight ends up being this

All the while my poor sona stands there looking very confused wondering HOW 2 lucifers are fighting. In the middle of the brawl hen one of the Lucifer's blush marks falls off revealing bright blue ones....

With his ruse ended, Fake Lucifer takes off his hat revealing long and shiny hair~

THANKFULLY we clear everything up and Michael leaves but not before giving my sona his business card. He tells Evan he'll be keeping an eye on her since trusts his boss's judgment.

Ultimately, Michael is a genuinely good angel, but he tends to be pushy and overprotective. He needed to learn when to step back and let others choose for themselves, just like how Lucifer needed to step up as a king and a parent.

Im also thinking about giving Michael a son - Mattias - who's like a mix between Ben from Descendants and Jim Hawkins.

[corviiids]

8, 18, 23, and all the other numbers you haven't answered yet

ooohoho really enabling me there thank you very much. answered 23 in the last one! i wont do all of them or this'll get super long but ill put a few more under the cut!!

8. if you had to write a sequel to a fic, you’d write one for…

tbh ive been contemplating a silly oneshot sequel to as you like it but i do have to actually finish the damn thing before i even think about that so ill leave it there.

18. if you keep them, share a deleted sentence or paragraph from a published fic

im actually notoriously bad at killing my darlings so i didn't think i'd have that many deleted scenes, but i did find a few older versions of the makoto&ren scene in chapter 6 of as you like it that i had completely forgotten about. looking back on these i actually still like them

v1.0 of the grounding sequence ren goes through after his nightmares. i think i cut this because it was too long and didn't flow well in context, but im sort of fond of it in isolation:

this was from an alternate version of the scene altogether, where they go to harajuku instead of inokashira so ren can find some featherman merch futaba wanted. i dont like this version as much as the final but i am fond of the extremely long spiralled potato:

then a completely unrelated ren/akc date that i cut because it wasn't doing any work and i didn't think it was fun enough to be kept in:

...

a few more answers for fun (1-5)

writer asks

the last sentence you wrote

i cant remember which line i actually last wrote so here's the last line in current wip

He laughs again. In the silence where Ren tries to re-examine his own complexes, Akechi draws ahead on the wall.

2. a character whose POV you’re currently exploring

ren! i think he's fun because he's the player character and the protags are generally designed to be pretty malleable (or personalityless if you're feeling uncharitable... or wrong) so obviously there's a temptation to just make him whatever your story needs him to be, but i think he's a really tempting and interesting opportunity to really get your claws into a guy who has a personality but refuses to show it and have that be one of his character traits. he's so adaptable to every situation but there are so many moments where his stubbornness and inner values shine through in his limited dialogue, so the challenge becomes like, how do you deduce the rest of a character's hidden personality based on the little they show you? how do you unpack someone whose character is that he wants to be whoever you want him to be? what's going on in his mind? how do you understand him and fill in the gaps in a way that's consistent with what he does in canon when he gives you so little to work with? this is an irresistible challenge to me so he just lives in my brain. he's not even renting he owns the place and he doesnt have a mortgage

3. how you feel about your current WIP

i think palacefic is the project that ignites the most personal passion and excitement in me so im really so excited to finish writing it so i can share it and also so i can read it instead of reading my own chickenscratch notes and think about how excited i am to write it

4. a story idea you haven’t written yet

i keep coming back to circle this idea of postcanon akeshu and how they navigate a relationship (word used free of connotation) where they are constantly circling each other and obviously cant do without each other but also like. are so codependent and not at all functional enough to really have a normal romantic relationship or even friendship. i wrote like a short scene of this which i put on twitter a while back i might actually post it here. and i also started a short fic just to get some thoughts down but never had any plans for how to continue it

5. first sentence of the fifth paragraph of an unpublished WIP

im self conscious about how much of this has been about palacefic, so have a line from my death note longfic instead (i cheated this is like the tenth paragraph because the first paragraph is introductory and none of the lines make sense in isolation or they're too spoilery)

Well, when you eliminate the impossible.

[mochinomnoms]

i’m a sucker for these kind of ask games so i hope you don’t mind a bunch of emojis: 🙌 & 🦉& 🌠 & 🍎 & 🛌 & 👩‍🎓

Waaah so many! I see you so often in my inbox and in my notifs Im happy to answer all of these for you!

(ask game)

🙌What's a line or paragraph of yours that you're proud of?

I had to dig through some of my wips and stuff but I think my favorite are tied between two different lines I've written for RTU (aceyuu madoka au fic)

You think if he could, he'd drag God down from the spigot in which they drink their divinity and present it to you in a golden chalice. If just to do what he wants. He acts like he already has.

And

It’s light again, in the morning as the sun filters through the broken window, you poking him awake to get to class.

Ace has never been one to get sentimental, the idea of love is frightening, to be frank. But looking at you again, light curtaining your features, he was reminded why he did what he did.

The first is from the synopsis and the second from the original request I got the idea from! I'm very excited to officially start posting it as i have it's chapters just about mapped out!

🦉Is there another author that helped inspire you to write?

I don't think intentionally? I'm sure that I've picked up a bit of other's writing styles and got inspired here and there from multiple people, the only one I can think of I don't want to bother and tag them lol but I've reblogged their posts every so often. I know of one case with a-twistedheartslonging that I really want to write about the TWST museum post they had a while back because I know so much about museums yall

🌠What are your top three most commonly used tags on AO3?

Not sure actually, but I think for my own fics its usually humor or sexual content but I only post my long fics or requests on ao3 so I'm not sure if that's the best representation of my writing lol

🍎What's something you learned while researching for a fic?

I researched a lot about animal mating and stuff for that one headcanon post I did about non-humans in TWST and my search history was wild for a while.

🛌 What's a trope you haven't written, but want to?

I kinda want to write a soulmate au or something of that nature I'm such a sucker for those stories! It's the yearning that gets me, the yearning!!!

👩‍🎓 Do you have an 'official' creative writing background such as a degree or previous experience publishing?

I have 3 degrees (i made questionable decisions during my undergrad which is why i have multiple already lol) and published a paper, but nothing in the creative writing field since I'm in social sciences. I like writing but not sure if I could invest into it as a career lol

[xikerhunt]

hiii can i request a sumin, hunter, or yechan fic? just like and x member reader with like you guys having lots of pda like sitting on his lap during an internet with yalls hands intertwined omg im already thinking of thisss

Hiii, thank you for requesting. I chose to do hunter cause I haven't written about him yet. I tried my best. I didn't know what you meant when you said during a internet so I put a little twist on it. I hope you enjoy 🫶🏽

"We're not alone hunter!"

Hunter x reader

Warnings: nothing really just PDA, short and sweet

Genre: fluff

Your boyfriend hunter invited you to go to the mall with him and his band mates.

You've only met them a few times over facetime when they call hunter or he calls them.

Hunter was excited for you to finally meet the guys in person. He couldn't wait.

You on the other hand was nervous but tried to stay as calm as possible.

"You okay baby?" Hunter asked from the driver's side with concern on his face.

You just nodded. "I'm a little nervous to meet your friends, what if they don't like me?" You said but hunter quickly shut that down.

"They already like you y/n, don't worry." He says putting his free hand on your thigh to soothe your nerves.

"You know I love you right?" Hunter asked still looking at the road.

You smile looking at him. "Of course I know, you tell me everyday." You say with a giggle making hunter giggle as well.

"I just like to remind you. It makes me feel good to know that you know." You blush sitting your hand on top of his that was on your thigh.

Y'all finally make it to the mall and hunter gets out the car before you and walks to your side to open the door for you.

You thank him with a smile. He looks down at his phone. "They are already here.

Jinsik said that they are at the food court." He states before putting his phone in is pocket and taking your hand.

You both start to head inside the mall hand in hand. You see a red haired boy which you recognized to be Yechan.

He signals the two of you to come over.

You smile and wave at the boys and they wave back. They had pulled chairs from other tables to sit together.

You were about to do the same but hunter pulls you to his lap making you surprised.

"A perfect seat right here." He says with a smirk. You smile and look down getting shy cause you felt so many eyes on you.

"We're not alone hunter." You say hitting his chest lightly. "So what? They don't care." He says with a shrug.

"You know we can hear y'all right?" Yujun says sipping his drink.

You felt embarrassed but didn't move or say anything.

"Anyways how's everyone been?" Minjae asked trying to change the subject.

The conversation was going well or so you thought.

The whole time hunter was playing with your fingers making it hard to even concentrate on what minjae just said.

You push some hair that was bothering you from Infront of hunters eyes.

He does a cute little blinky thing with his eyes and smiles at you.

"I couldn't help it, she shouldn't have started crying out of nowhere." Yechan says with a laugh talking about a memory he had with the boys.

You laugh starting to actually listen cause hunter was less touchy but then he started tapping your thigh with his fingers.

You look at him kinda scolding him but he only smirks cause he loves making you sweat.

After a while everyone started to leave using different excuses such as "I have work early tomorrow." Or "I gotta get home to feed my dog." So now it was just you, hunter, sumin and junmin.

The four of you decided to get ice cream cause it was a pretty hot day today.

As y'all are walking hunter puts his arm around your shoulder and you grab his hand linking y'all's fingers together.

Small things like this always gave you butterflies.

It was a long line for ice cream and you were getting quite tired.

Hunter noticed and told you to get on his back.

You do as he says and falls asleep before you can even get your ice cream.

When you wake up your in the car with hunter who is driving. "Oh I see you finally decided to wake up." He says poking your cheek while still looking at the road.

You yawn and nod still feeling tired. "Ice cream" that's all you say before dozing off again and hunter laughs at your cuteness.

"Don't worry, I'll get you some tomorrow my love." He says in a whisper not wanting to wake you.

He links y'all's hands before kissing your knuckles twice.

[hergrandplan]

Hey Nina 💜,

I was wondering about 🌀❄️🌩️ for the writer asks.

Hope you're having a beautiful day!

Hi Sophia, I hope you're having a wonderful day too!!

🌀Post the fic summary for a fic you haven't written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing...

Simply because @bigalockwood shared her end of the deal... (like hers, I am writing summary right now, no other part of this fic exists yett but... it will. this summary is a lot less long though so i apologize if you expected more sakldgj)

If there's one thing you can be sure about when it comes to a Simon Eriksson music video, it's that Wille's going to be in it, one way or another.

Or: despite growing protests of directors and producers, Simon and Wille do everything in their power to get Wille a cameo in every. single. music video

❄️Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing.

okay i took the longest time debating over what to share and mostly, whether im not plugging this fic that won't go up for months too much but.... have the first few passages of a fic that i'm way too excited about

“I’m going to the Oscars, of course I’m going to bring my best friend as a plus one.”

The video cut to a shot of Felice Ehrencrona, former-actress-turned-food-influencer, walking arm in arm with former Crown Prince Wilhelm, laughing at some joke the audience wasn’t privy to. Simon scrolled past it, onto the next video, the same trend but a different person. “I’m an older sibling, of course”. He closed the app, choosing to stare out the window, watching the LA skyline pass by instead.

Why the Oscars thought it a smart idea to also start inviting influencers, despite the backlash other award shows like the Grammy’s and even the MET gala had received over doing exactly that, was beyond him.

It’s not like anyone actually cared enough about them, and people would only complain about it online.

Plus, what right did they have to be there? It was an award show for actors and actresses. And sure, Felice had done some acting gigs in the beginning of her career, but that was years ago. Inviting influencers took the whole prestige out of it. And to bring the former crown prince with her on top of that? Ugh.

Simon already found it hard enough that he had to deal with actual celebrities who’d probably manage to complain about every minor detail, and now he had to deal with influencers as well? Who somehow had gotten the thought in their head that they were even better than anyone else?

And not to mention a former crown prince, who probably had everything that ever happened to him, every opportunity, just handed to him on a silver platter, and who had never been told no or what he could or couldn’t do.

Maybe Simon should also hop on the trend.

“I’m going to be working at the Oscars, of course someone is going to yell at me because I brought them a regular coke instead of a diet.”

What a glamourous life he had.

🌩️ Share something funny/cracky from your WIP.

Simon sat down on the couch next to Wille, the widest grin possible on his face and a sparkle in his eyes. “I met someone. And I’m pretty sure he’s the one.”

“You said that about the previous guy. And the guy before that. And the guy before that.”

“Yeah, but this time I’m sure of it.” Simon fell back against the couch cushions, and ran a hand through his black curls. “He’s sweet, and considerate, and incredible in bed. I mean the way he–“

“Okay, okay, I do not need to hear you go on about your sexual escapades again, please. Where did you meet him?”

Simon’s hand got stuck in his curls, and he blushed. Actually blushed, and that’s how Wille knew the answer.

“Please don’t say the club.”

Simon didn’t reply.

“Simon, we talked about this. Not every guy you fuck is the one.”

Come ask me about WIPs! (and i have too many so repeats are fine)

[punkheadspace]

sloppy seconds

guys, please bare with me, I haven't wrote fan fiction in ages and college has been killing me and I have a HUGE crush on Steve, its so bad.

guys I genuinely haven't written in a long time but I need to post what I have written because im spiraling and its my first stranger things fanfic

mdi pls; 18+

Steve x Reader mentions of Billy x reader

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y/n perched herself on a table of the family Scoops Ahoy!, meticulously finishing off her manicure. A small bubble escaped from the bubble gum between her lips, followed by a giggle as she chatted with Robin.

"Dude, I know!" she cheered, her excitement palpable. 

Steve, organizing ice cream in the cooler, rolled his eyes in discontent. "No offense, but can you stop talking about your date with Billy and go put away these scoops?" he snapped at y/n.

y/n, unfazed, rolled her eyes back at him and slid off the table. "Do you see us telling you to do your job when those little kids come in here?" She gave Steve a playful peck on the cheek, more teasing than affectionate, before heading to the back to put the scoops in the sink, then came back to the front and sat at a table, it was after closing now.

Steve rubbed his cheek where she kissed him, a mixture of irritation and amusement crossing his features as he muttered, "Shut up, y/n."

"You're just jealous because you want me," y/n shot back, her tone teasing.

Robin observed the exchange, knowing the tension between them but surprised by the intensity of their argument.

"You wish," Steve retorted, his tone sharp. "I don't want Billy's sloppy seconds," he added, the words dripping with sarcasm.

y/n rolled her eyes, clearly accustomed to their banter. Robin couldn't help but chuckle at their antics.

"Guys, come on now, maybe don't act like that," Robin interjected, trying to diffuse the situation. "You two have a lot in common, you know."

“Yeah, like having sex," Steve quipped before breaking into laughter. "Actually, aren't you still a virgin?" he added, his tone teasing but tinged with a hint of mockery.

y/n cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but she refused to let Steve see her flustered. She shot him a playful glare, crossing her arms defiantly.

"Wow, real mature, Harrington," she retorted, her voice laced with sarcasm. "At least I have standards."

Robin couldn't help but shake her head at their exchange, wondering how they managed to be both friends and foes at the same time.

"Alright, alright, let's dial it back, you two," Robin said, attempting to diffuse the situation with a light-hearted tone. "We've got cleaning to do, and I don't think I want to witness a full-blown war between the dynamic duo of Hawkins High."

y/n and Steve exchanged a glance, both realizing they might have gone a bit too far. She shrugged, offering a sheepish smile. "Sorry, Steve. Got a bit carried away there."

Steve sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, my bad too. Let's just get back to work."

"Hey, Steve, remember that time you tried to impress Nancy with your movie recommendations and ended up suggesting 'Child's Play' for a romantic movie night?" Robin teased, unable to contain her laughter.

Steve groaned, rolling his eyes in mock exasperation. "Oh, don't remind me. That was a rookie mistake."

Robin chuckled, shaking her head at the memory. "To be fair, 'Child's Play' does have its own kind of charm... just maybe not for a date night."

“Ugh. I never understood what you saw in Nancy.” y/n spoke out, she never was fond of Nancy, especially with the relationship Nancy had with Steve.

"I never understood what you saw in Billy, but here you are still dating him," he retorted, his tone tinged with a hint of annoyance.

"Maybe it's because I never found someone worthwhile, and at least Billy knows how to kiss me," she shot back, sticking her tongue out playfully.

Steve couldn't help but chuckle at y/n response, a flicker of amusement crossing his features. Without a word, he strode over to her and playfully shoved a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth, eliciting a surprised but delighted grin from y/n as she savored the sweet treat.

"I don't think that kissing you could be that hard," Steve teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes. The quiet tension between them lingered, sparking a playful back-and-forth that only they seemed to understand.

y/n rolled her eyes at Steve's remark but couldn't suppress a smirk. "You wish, Harrington," she shot back, her tone laced with playful defiance as she swiped at the spoon, nearly causing a dollop of ice cream to fall onto the floor.

Steve chuckled, enjoying the banter as he leaned against the counter. "Oh, come on, y/n. We both know I've got skills," he retorted, winking at her with exaggerated confidence.

y/n laughed, shaking her head. "Dream on, Steve. Dream on," she teased, before taking another spoonful of ice cream.

As they continued to jest and joke with each other, Robin watched from a distance, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

y/n let out an exasperated sigh as Steve's retort rang through the air. "Again, I don't want Billy’s sloppy seconds anyway," he reassured, his hands coming to her face and cupping it gently, planting a small kiss on her nose before turning away. She groaned, letting her head fall onto the table in frustration.

"Billy doesn’t like you either, Harrington," she shot back, her voice tinged with irritation. Steve flashed her a smirk before turning his attention to Robin, who had been urging him to move on from Nancy to literally anyone else, though never suggesting y/n.

"Good," Steve replied, closing the cooler as their shift came to an end. He walked over to where Robin was sitting with Heaty/nher at the table. "Let's go," he said, ready to leave.

But Robin had other plans. "Actually, I have a date tonight with Vicki!" she announced, rising from her seat and heading toward the back exit of Scoops Ahoy, leaving Steve and y/n behind.

She sat up and looked at Steve, noticing the annoyance on his face. She grinned mischievously, finally excited to go home. "Help me down," she ordered, playfully raising an eyebrow.

Steve rolled his eyes at her request. "No, you can get down by yourself. You got up there yourself, you can get down," he insisted, crossing his arms.

"Please, Stevie," she pleaded, her tone softening as she pouted at him, knowing just how to push his buttons.

He sighed, reluctantly giving in to her request. "Fine," he muttered, stepping closer to her and lifting her down from the table. She wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself, their faces mere inches apart.

"What happened to 'in your dreams'?" Steve quipped, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"I just had to see if there was anything I was missing from King Steve," y/n replied with a playful grin, earning a shake of his head.

"Baby, you can’t learn anything from that peck," Steve teased, pressing his lips gently against her nose once more.

"Teach me, then," she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur, her lips brushing against his as she leaned in closer.

"You're dating Billy," Steve reminded her softly, though his resolve was weakening by the second.

"Are you going to kiss me or what, Stevie?" she teased, her eyes dancing with mischief as she awaited his response.

"I mean, who am I to say no to someone asking so politely?" Steve quipped, unable to resist her playful charm. With that, he leaned in, pressing his lips against hers. The sensation sent a jolt through y/n, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as she pulled him closer.

Their kiss deepened, tongues intertwining as Steve's hand slid beneath the hem of her shirt, his touch sending shivers down her spine. She found herself lost in the moment, the taste of strawberry lip gloss mingling with the lingering flavor of Cherry Chocolate ice cream.

As Steve continued to kiss her, y/n felt her heartbeat quicken, the intensity of their connection surpassing any she had experienced with Billy. When he finally broke away, a thin strand of saliva lingered between their lips, a testament to their shared desire.

"I need more," y/n murmured, her voice filled with longing as she gazed up at Steve, hoping he would fulfill her desires. Without hesitation, he pressed his lips to hers once more, the passion between them igniting anew.

y/n pulled him closer, her hands roaming over his back as she surrendered to the intoxicating sensation. Steve knew he needed to stop soon, lest they lose themselves entirely in the heat of the moment. With a gentle touch, he caressed her jaw, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek as he reluctantly pulled away.

"We should go home soon," Steve whispered against her lips, his breath warm against her skin. She was clearly about to disagree when he spoke again, his tone low and suggestive. "We'll go to my house, parents are on another business trip," he suggested, his gaze flickering to the obvious bulge in his pants.

She nodded in agreement, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she made Steve help her stand up once again. As they stood, her uniform slightly wrinkled from their makeout session, she leaned in and placed a teasing kiss along the fabric of his uniform.

With a hand in hers, y/n led Steve out of the store, watching as he locked the door behind them. "Stevie, hurry up," she whined, playfully stomping her feet to urge him along.

"Dude, you want me so bad," Steve laughed, turning to look at her after securing the door.

Rolling her eyes, y/n took his hand as they walked out of the mall together. "Shut up, dork," she retorted, a playful smile tugging at her lips as they made their way towards his car.

"Oh please, dorks have nothing on me," Steve teased, his laughter echoing through the empty parking lot. "I bet your boyfriend can't kiss you as good as I do.

She grinned at Steve's playful jab, her eyes sparkling with amusement as they approached his car. "You're awfully confident for someone who's not my boyfriend," she teased, giving his hand a playful squeeze.

Steve chuckled, unlocking the car doors and holding the passenger side open for her. "Well, maybe I'm just trying to prove a point," he replied with a smirk, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

She rolled her eyes, but couldn't suppress the laughter bubbling up inside her. "And what point would that be, Harrington?" she quipped, slipping into the passenger seat and flashing him a playful grin.

Steve followed suit, sliding into the driver's seat and starting the engine. "That I'm the best kisser in Hawkins," he declared confidently, a smirk playing on his lips as he glanced over at y/n.

She laughed, shaking her head in mock disbelief. "You really are full of yourself, you know that?" she teased, reaching over to playfully tousle his hair.

Steve grinned, enjoying their playful banter as he pulled out of the parking lot. "Hey, confidence is key, baby. Besides, you know you love it," he replied with a wink, earning another eye roll from her.

She laughed as Steve unlocked and opened the car door for her, appreciating the chivalrous gesture. She smiled and crawled into the car, then leaned over to open the driver's side for him. Steve got into the car and quickly kissed her again, unable to resist the pull of her lips. He knew it was wrong, but at that moment, he could overlook everything, he could overlook the pain of getting punched in the face by Billy, he could overlook the fact that every time he looked at her, he was reminded of the fact that he was actively making out with Billy’s girlfriend. 

Shit, he had to stop thinking about Billy so much, it was killing his vibe. Still, he couldn’t stop himself from the moves he was making on her, it was almost like it was meant to be, which was cringe on all accounts he could admit, but the way that her lips fit against his couldn’t be a coincidence. Not when this was the first thing he had done in a while without feeling regret, her hands were holding onto his thigh, he didn’t know what compelled her to kiss him, he wasn’t going to complain though, not as he drove up the roads of Hawkins towards his house, and he especially wasn’t going to complain when he turned and found her staring at him, a small smile on her face, see she was in her own thoughts and he knew that. Her eyes were glued to his face, she admired his side profile, the moles on his neck, the way his hair was combed over, god he was so handsome, she knew it was harsh to cheat on Billy with Steve, to cheat no matter what, but especially with Steve.

She didn’t know why, why she would put herself in this situation with the one person who physically would get pummelling. “Stevie.” she mumbled, he didn’t speak, just hummed in response, “you’re so handsome.” she whispered, her fingers gently massaging his thigh, he laughed and watched the road, it was only a ten minute drive or so. They slowly pulled up to a red light, there weren’t many other car on the road

“You’re not too bad yourself.” It came quicker, quicker than he meant, he meant it, he found her beautiful, the way her eyes glossed over when the red light lit up her face, he leaned towards her and pressed a kiss to her forehead, “y’ so damn pretty.” Her heart was racing with a mix of desire and lust. He forced his eyes back onto the road, his eyes tearing from her, then slowly accelerated as the light turned green.

She had wanted to be Steve’s girl since he was a sophomore and she was a freshman, though at that time he had wanted to be with Nancy, then in junior year he was with Nancy and finally when she was a junior, they broke up, but Billy moved into town. Billy wanted her in the way an addict wants a needle, not because he really wanted but because he was addicted to her. They ended up dating, so then she was Billy’s girl. Hopper hated Billy more than Steve, Hopper was her father.

"Stevie," she mumbled under her breath, her thoughts swirling as they neared their destination. Steve remained silent, sensing her distraction as he focused on driving.

As they arrived at his house, Steve was quick to get out of the car. He hurried to her side and opened the door for her, a small gesture of chivalry that didn't go unnoticed. Offering her his hand, Steve helped her out of the car, his touch gentle.

She took his hand, allowing him to guide her as she stepped onto the pavement. Before she could fully register what was happening, Steve leaned in and placed a small kiss on her lips, she kissed back, his hands cupping the back of her neck, her moans filled the air, “shit baby girl.” he coo-ed as his lips started to move down on her neck, a loud moan moan ripped out of her throat, his knee separating her legs as she felt the cold metal of his car hit her back, the knee grazed against her. He loved virgins, he did. 

“Stevie.” she moved her hips against his knee, ripping another moan out of her throat, she couldn’t take it, the way her uniform felt tight, “can we go inside, need y’ now please,” he nodded his head, the bulge in his shorts making him more uncomfortable than he thought possible. He walked to his door, holding her hand with his free hand, his other holding his keys, he opened the door and entered, when they both walked in she took off her vest and then peeled off her shorts, a small blush covered her face as he stared at her.

“Holy shit you’re so perfect.” he whispered, her body calling out in a hundred ways. He took a step closer and he shut the door behind him. The way she removed her shirt and undid her bra, he couldn’t help it. He took her into his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist, he held her and walked upstairs to his room before he laid her down. Her hair pooled around her, she smiled at him, as his hands moved quickly to pull down her shorts, she was eager as his fingers grazed over the wet patch forming in her underwear. “Stevie!” she moaned, his hands moved to the sides of her panties and pulled them off, his eyes staring at the glistening on her folds. 

"Are you sure you want this?" Steve's voice was tinged with uncertainty as he gazed down at her, his hands trembling slightly with anticipation. Despite the intensity of their desire, he couldn't ignore the nagging doubts that lingered in the back of his mind. He wanted to be sure that she was truly ready, that they both were.

But as he looked into her eyes, he saw nothing but a look of desire, clouded with need, it was almost pathetic. He wouldn’t have blamed her if she decided not to, but when she spread her legs further, it was all the encouragement he needed. 

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against hers in a tender caress. "If you're sure, then so am I," he murmured, his voice low and filled with a mixture of desire and affection. 

“Stevie,” she whined when his lips connected with her collarbone, moving down as he sucked the skin on her body. In his trail he left red marks down her body, her head moved back, her breasts sticking out, his fingers couldn’t help pinching her nipples, she was squirming, her hole dripping in her wetness, he kissed down to her navel,  goosebumps covered her skin.

“Yeah, baby?” He asked, she pushed her womanhood towards his face making him chuckle slightly. Her hand moved into his hair and shoved his face into her clit, his lips attached themselves to her clit, a loud moan escaped her throat, the feeling foreign. Billy had been obsessed with the idea of preserving the idea of her innocence until their month anniversary, “shit!” she screamed as one of his fingers pushed into her pussy, he stopped for a moment, it’d been a while since he had sex, let alone with a virgin. He slowly started to move, her hips grinding against his fingers and his face, his tongue went up and down her clit, her moaning became louder, and he felt the wetness of her expanding her hole. A second finger pushed into her hole, a pressure was starting to build in her stomach, then he started sucking on her clit, a loud moan ripped from her chest. 

The bulge in his shorts felt tight, god, her pretty pink pussy was right there in her face, his lips buried themselves between her lips once again. Her hands buried into his hair again, her hips pressed into her face. “I need you Stevie.” she barely moaned out, struggling to get her voice out. Her hole was squeezing her fingers, and it only got tighter as she came on his fingers. 

“You taste good, baby.” he said, pulling his fingers out of her hole and shoving them into his mouth, he licked all the cum off of his fingers. A blush covered her face as she heard the pop of his finger coming out of his mouth. “Let me kiss you.” he spoke, a small blush covering her face when he moved closer, his hips grinding into her naked cunt, her head threw back, his lips staying connected to hers. 

The taste of her cunt filling her own mouth, her feet moved into the band of his shorts as she tried to remove his shorts. “Slow down,” he murmured against her lips, his hands massaging her breasts.

“Please, Stevie, I need it.” She whispered into the kiss, he held back a laugh, he hadn’t known how desperate she was, how needy she was, her pussy swollen from desire. He slowly began to work off his shorts, his cock was throbbing whenever she spoke. His boxers came off next, his cock was throbbing and she saw the precum leaking from his tip, it was filthy and his dick was thick. “No way.” she sat up when she saw the size, the girth.  

“Do y’ wanna stop?” he asked, she shook her head no quickly, her thighs opened for him again, he lined his cock up with her entrance, he wasted no time pushing his tip into her, there was an initial struggle to get himself in, though after a few seconds he pushes himself deeper into her, she was screaming quietly into her hand which was covering her mouth, he watched the way that he bottomed into her, slowly, stretched, it was wet, he watched as a trail of blood went down his cock. His hands went to her hips, holding them up as he slowly thrusted into her, he watched as the pained moans quickly turned into pleasure, the way her eyes rolled back into her skull, the way her nails dug into his clothed back, shit. He was too hot, he pushed himself fully into her, it was getting to his head. He peeled his shirt off, exposing his chest, her hands ran up his chest as her finger dug into the skin, he grabbed her leg and put it over his shoulder, he started pounding her harder. Louder moaning filled the room, the sound of his balls slapping against her.

“Please! Please daddy please,” she was moaning, it is all he could think about. His other hand started to rub her clit, she tightened more on his cock, her eyes closed as she flinched to adjust his cock. He had no clue where she got this whole ‘daddy’ thing, but she closed her eyes, she couldn’t speak more, the only noises that came out of her were moans in desire and begging him to give her more.

He wouldn’t do more, not for her first time, he wanted to focus on her rather than everything that crossed his mind. Shit, she was starting to squirm more, his other hand went to cup her throat, not applying pleasure but it was helping him. The feeling of his hand on her neck made her cum instantly. A loud broken moan escaped her, he pressed his lips to hers, sweat dripping out of his hair and landing on her chest, his hand moved from her throat to her clit, he rubbed her clit harder which caused her to tighten. “Do y’ think I can get one more outta you?” he asked, a small no escaped her throat. His eyes narrowed slightly as he pulled all the way out, then he slowly pushed back in, she felt the way his cock grazed against her walls. Her legs were shaking, his nails dug into her hips, after a few more thrusts he pulled out and came on her stomach. She was panting and gasping, he laid to the side of her. He was panting quietly, but she looked at him, she wrapped her arms around him.

“You’re pussy is so good, never been sucked in so well.” his hands came to her thighs and he caress. “You took me s’ well.” he mumbled as he fell asleep quickly in her arms, she smiled and played with his hair and fell asleep with his head in her chest. 

[localicecreambiter]

Writing Warm-up: 7th times the Charm

I haven't written anything substantial in a long while so I decided to crank out a little thing for some practice. I didn't proof read so forgive the mistakes and terrible writing flow

my first actual loz piece

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"What can I do to help?"

It was always the same question. The same tone. The longer he knew the other, the more sure he grew that Link wasn't even aware it was something he did. The Hylian was just helpful by nature; a heart pure and true is what Ravio always said. Too nice for his own good.

So when a group of self proclaimed heros knocked on his dear friend's door, asking for Link to help on another quest, Ravio couldn't say he was surprised.

Lorule was a land buzzing with magic, despite the (previously) lack of triforce. It was a kingdom filled with strange monsters, items, and people. So to say the Lolian was magically inclined would be an understatement. Identifying Hyrule's magic had been challenging initially. Despite the similarities, there was a distinct difference in magical presence that threw the merchant off at points. Just as their lands mirrored not exactly the same, the magic reflected in kind. While he tended to get confused, there was no denying the glaringly obvious: these heros held the exact same magic Link harbored.

It was something unexplainable, not through words, at the very least. Call it a gut feeling, but he just knew.

Wisdom had always been drawn to courage anyhow.

The small cottage atop a hill in central Hyrule had never felt so empty as Link saddled his adventuring bag. His excitement betrayed the cool persona he attempted to keep, fidgety digits readjusting his bag strap every few seconds. They would make eye contact every so often as the party trotted along the pebbled road, greenery edging his vision. That was the toughest part about being friends with a hero: the guy had responsibilities set upon him by the goddess. No matter how much Link grumbled and complained, cursed and forsaken, he always did his duty at the end of the day.

It was one of the numerous things that set them so far apart.

He shook his head, vowing he had let go of that insecurity years ago. He wasn't 14 anymore, he wasn't the failed hero of Lorule. He was a merchant, and a friend of the hero of Hyrule. He wanted nothing more, nothing less. So when Link swung around to offer one last goodbye, pride swelled inside the cowardly rabbit.

"Try and make it back in one piece, pal." He tried for a smile, lip quivering with emotion. "Sheerow and I will always be rooting for you back home, so don't let us down buddy."

Link only shook his head, smirk doing nothing to hide the fondness on his face. "Yeah yeah, no promises. Make sure my house doesn't burn down… And don't pawn off my stuff." The pointed look was playful, they both knew he would never dream of it.

They could stand there and banter all day, but Ravio knew Link had more important places to be.

"I'll see you later." Not a question, nor an offer, but a fact. The merchant could do nothing but nod for fear he'd lose his composure. There was always some uncertainty when leaving for an adventure, but if Link was anything, it was reliable.

He always made it home without fail.

And as the portal closed, he was reminded of how fast things can change in a single moment.

There was always a constant, and as he turned to make the trek back to the empty feeling cottage on a hill in central Hyrule, he hoped silently Link would be that constant.

The odds were six to nothing. A reassuring ratio.

The Lolian smiled, he could live with those odds.

Link would be home before he knew it.

@kaite--s i figured you'd wanna see this since we've been discussing (but seeing as you lurk in the ravio tags as much as I do im sure you would have found it eventually)

[skyfcx]

𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧

What's your phone wallpaper? A Mario Galaxy wallpaper of Mario and Luma. unfortunately i cannot find the proper source to it.... Last song listened to: Endolphin Surge - Wet Floor (Splatoon 2) Currently reading: my drafts because im too tired to write rn but the brain still wants to do tumblr stuff lmao Last movie: The Boy, the Mole, the Fox and the Horse. Saw some clips of it on Youtube and thought "yeah sure let's go watch the full movie, this seems really cute and touching". i hate how it actually made me cry, christ the word economy on that movie is insane it's only 30 minutes long. Last show: Christ, do internet shows count? Because Dimension 20, that's honestly all I've got. I haven't watched a proper television show in so long. What are you wearing right now? Doctor Who dress. Basically been using it as a nightgown until I've got the money for a nice and proper nightgown. Piercings/Tattoos: Nada nothin' zilch zippo. But I'll wear clip-on earrings here and there. And I'm open to the idea of getting a tattoo. i would want my first tattoo to be some form of the winged sonic emblem because i am literally so lame and so obsessed. Glasses/Contacts? Glasses. I'm blind as a bat. Last thing you ate? ahem Harvest Swirl Cookies. ...they're just sugar cookies that have orange and white in them because it's almost autumn. Favorite Colour: Blue! Light and dark blue to be a little more specific. Current obsession: Honestly just writing in general. It's the thing I'm most excited to unwind with after getting home from work. It's been a fabulous detox method. Do you have a crush right now? yes my giiiiiirlfrieeeeeeeeeend. and also sonic the hedgehog, tails the fox, knuckles the echidna, rosalina lavonne, my oc fi somnium, my oc dustin lee, my-- Favorite fictional character: hrmmmmm i think i gotta say sonic. even though i haven't written him in a while, he's just the head representation of my life obsession that is the sonic the hedgehog series. also i just like him as a whole too. even if i enjoy writing other characters before him. Last place you traveled: uh. work? sdfgyhgtrf nah but probably florida to see my friends. last trip there was like. a year and a half ago i wanna say, maybe two. gotta get back down to the hell state to see them, miss my friends..........

[notsobxd]

task #3- absence

dear ma,

hi ma, it's james. jim. it's been a while, a long... long time, actually. i miss you.

i bet you're worried sick right now, wondering if i've managed to get myself killed — i'm sure you're looking to the stars and just hoping that i'm alright. hoping i'm alive. that i'm safe. i am, ma, i'm all of those things. i haven't gotten into too much trouble, and morgan is here with me— she's not really assisting in the staying out of trouble part, but you know they'd never let me do anything that would actually put myself in danger. maybe my reputation but, never me— never my life.

so, a bit of an explanation— i got stuck in this town on a planet called 'earth,' which is honestly a pretty fascinating planet. i remember hearing stories about it but, i always thought it ceased to exist. yet, here it is !! the town im in, it's called evermore. i know... weird name for a town, right ?? i thought so too. what's even weirder about it is that you can't leave it— no matter what you do or where you go, you'll always end up right back in town. that's why i haven't come home. that's why i haven't been able to contact you. i've written tons of letters like this but... space-mail isn't really a thing. not yet, anyways.

i've been here about a year or so now, though i'm not entirely sure. time seems to move so much slower on earth and yet i feel like the days are slipping through my fingers. i had a girlfriend for a little while, you would of loved her. her name is rosetta. she was... like everything you could have dreamed of for me to find in a partner. she was a gardener, and she LOVED flowers. i think you would have went crazy seeing how different plants are on this planet. she had this wild red hair and always was dressed to the nines, and her accent ?? it was adorable. she was adorable. though, as you can assume by my use of the past tense— we're not together anymore. she wanted to settle down, start a life here, make evermore WORK but... i'm itching to get out, ma. i can't stay here for the rest of my life. not when there are so many corners of the galaxy left to explore. it was for the best, and i still care for her even if i am lousy at showing it, but, god you woulda loved her. i know you would have. you both could have mothered me together, scolded me for not getting my life together in unison. now that woulda been a sight.

i've done a lot of things i'm not proud of here. i've fallen back into old habits, had some brushing-of-elbows with the law, made a couple enemies.... your head would likely be rolling hearing about some of the nonsense i get into— especially when me and morgan are left to our own devices but... i'm doing my best, ma. i'm thinking about you everyday. i'm thinking about you and the inn and long john silver. you've always been the strongest person i've ever known, and i wish i had a way to show you sign that i'm alive and i'm doing okay.

i've got some cool friends amongst the enemies, and... theres this girl i've had the most embarrassing crush on for as long as i can remember and i'm finally getting to know her. ma, she is out of this world. getting to hang out with her, to hear her thoughts, to see her smile ?? it's greater than any treasure i could find or adventure i could go on. she has the most fascinating outlook on the world, and everyday i get to know her a little better. she helps to keep me grounded, reminds me that there is still adventure left to have here. i don't know why she gives me the time of day but man— i'm a lucky dude for it. don't get too excited, though, i'm not going to tell you her name. i don't want to jinx it, but maybe one day, if i don't mess this up, you'll get to meet her. i hope you do.

i miss you more than words can describe, ma. i'd give anything to have you here with me right now. you always worried about losing me, but i promise that no matter how many lightyears apart we are— you'll never lose me. i'm still upholding my promise, and i'm gonna make you proud.

look for me in the stars, ma. that's where i always seem to find you.

your son,

jim.

[flesh-into--gear]

@rozecrest this was just easier but im so glad you liked it!

honestly you can't go wrong with any of his albums.

Purgatory is hilariously strong from start to finish and has these tracks which i love (i love the whole album but, in order)

I Swear (To God)

Feathered Indians

Tattoos

Purgatory

Universal Sound

Lady May

Live at Red Barn Radio I & II in absolute entirety tbh but the usual standouts are here

Shake the Frost

Deadman's Curve

Charleston Girl

Rock Salt and Nails

Follow You To Virgie (oof, about his mom, its a hard listen some days but FUCK its good.)

Bottles and Bibles

Country Squire was a mild style change-up, a little more honky-tonk. it's got some great tracks on it but it was also a mild writing departure for him as well, focusing a little more on country tropes and a LOT more tongue in cheek (the song Ever Lovin' Hand is a masturbation joke wrapped in a song about missing the person you love a lot). probably his weakest album? but:

Creeker

House Fire

Peace of Mind

All Your'n

Long Violent History is a kinda cool album, it's all instrumentals, old school holler jams and stuff. kinda hard to get into unless you're from that kinda thing i would assume? just reminds me of when i was a kid at thanksgiving and christmas back when we still spoke to my dad's side, and he and my uncles and one of my aunts would all get together and jam on some old gospel and bluegrass tunes. everybody brought instruments.... ah well. but i digress. you can take me out of the country but ill always be a big tomboy butch who gets a little too excited around jacked up trucks of a specific set of years, or the smell of gas and oil in the morning.

Can I Take My Hounds To Heaven i admittedly completely checked out on because i was deep in covid depression throes so i can't and won't comment because it won't be an accurate representation so.

Rustin' In The Rain I still haven't taken time to fully check out, as im working through a music backlog, but.

In Your Love is an incredible song and go watch the video because it cut me deep as fuck. i know a lot of people still stuck in those mines and i have friends with family members dying today because of coal companies. and im a trans woman from backwoods VA with all my roots in Appalachia from both sides (we had a handful of bootleggers in the family, explains a lot tbh). song hit me hard, in a good way.

anyway! im sorry! thank you for listening to me ramble about an artist i really enjoy! one of these days i should really just start a podcast called "Nobody Asked" and it's just me screaming into a microphone about stuff like this!

like dave matthews! like yeah i get it "ha ha dad rock" but come on!

Live at Radio City with Tim Reynolds is a fucking MONSTER album! and dave is a good guy! or at minimum is actually worthy of supporting because the dude has been doing activist things quietly and loudly for longer than ive been alive! and their music spans so many genres!

Eh Hee

Bartender

Still Water / Don't Drink The Water (back to back! they must be listened to together! please listen to this and Bartender off Live at Radio City)

#41

Two Step

Satellite

Some Devil

Grace Is Gone

and thats not even touching a fraction of this man's catalogue, he's been making music for forty something years

ahain im sorry i just really really love music and GAH theres so many artists from my chilhood and teen years and stuff that get so undeservedly swept under a rug because... i really don't know why. i feel like a lot of artists immediately get written off because of styles or genres or whatever and thats just so unfair and upsets ke geeatly.

that's not directed at you whatsoever rozecrest to be clear lmao sorry it may have come off that way

also anyone who has an interest in bluegrass/gospel go listen to The Seldom Scene's "Old Train" and "Live at the Cellar Door" in their entirety

[steeltwigz]

use this ask as an excuse to talk about maria robotnik :D!! love to see what you have to say :]

THIS HAS BEEN IN MY INBOX FOR SO LONG IM SO SORRY DHDJDN

Sorry this became kind of just a rant of me doing weird speculations UHM. Dhdndbdb

Maria is just sooo. Everything about her is so compelling to me! The way she's treated as secondary in her Own Story. Even when we're supposed to be thinking about her, Shadow or the ARK is always looming just slightly in the background. She exists in this vacuum of being one of the most important and recognizable human characters in fandom, yet we barely know anything about her! She's related to THE main antagonist and we've heard him talk about her maybe 4 or 5 times. She's a ghost and a martyr and a sacrifice and another name on a list of tragedies and Shadow's sister and Eggman's cousin and a sickly little girl and the catalyst for So MUCH Sonic lore. Everything we now about her, how she acts and why, what she was like, how she felt about her family and the ARK, is determined Mostly by fan interpretation (as far as I know. I mean, she was in Archie as a ghost or hologram or something, but I haven't read that far yet). Even still, the interpretation from fans seems to be always the same! That she was courageous, curious, reckless and active despite her illness. She sought out danger and excitement even if it meant she might accidentally hurt herself. Often times I see Shadow being written as the voice for reason, instead of her! They also agree that she inherited the Robotnik family trait of being intelligent and inventive (something that's actually actively supported by Sonic Channel artwork featuring her reading or excelling in classes). Fans like to think that she wasn't helpless, despite what her game writing would imply, and they kind of reject the notion that she was a perfect young girl who was quiet and polite and attentive which imo is the exact Opposite of what SEGA seemed to want for the character. I really really like this!! It's so fascinating to me how everyone seemingly agrees on these traits despite how little we know of her. What caused that? Coincidence? Did the way Sonic X rebooted Maria with the character Helen affect anything? Fans have given her so much more depth and I love to see it!!!

I want to know so MUCH about her. What was life like on the ARK, where are her parents, what's the Robotnik family tree look like, etc.? We know so Much about every other character, we kind of take it for granted I think. We know most of their favorite foods, songs, colors, flowers, bands, activities, weather patterns, where they live and who they live with, what they do for a living, what their daily routine is like. We even know some of their favorite Gaming Consoles!! But for Maria we get Nothing! Does she even like the color blue? How does she feel about the ARK? What's her favorite movie, song, food, animal? Does she like bugs or reptiles? Does she talk to the other scientists on the ARK? If so, what about? Does she like them? Do they like her? What was her relationship with Commander Towers, and why do we rarely see them mentioned together? When Shadow was created, did she start avoiding Towers, or were they never great friends? What books does she like to read? What's her favorite genre?

She's also just so tragic in a way that's so. Gets me ILL when I think about it for too long. She was Never going to reach the Earth. Did she know? Did she lay awake at night and think about it? She's so so optimistic and hopeful, I don't want to think she ever let herself give up on that dream tbh. And if GUN successfully shut down the ARK without killing her, would she have survived the trip back to the planet? She HAD to live on the ARK for a reason, and the government knew that. Was her death something they had already accepted as collateral before even stepping foot on the ARK? Did the soldier that shot her see her as a dead girl walking? Was the plan always to kill her as a way to make Gerald vulnerable and weak, and the soldier only thought about it enough to recognize it as himself taking the opportunity where he could? Did anyone else develop NIDS before or after those events? Did a proper cure ever develop? Did the citizens of the Earth ever do anything to honor or acknowledge the ARK tragedy? Did GUN ever formally apologize? Is there a monument or something out there?

And about her death! Did the Robotnik family ever find out she died? How long did they have to wait until they got confirmation? Did Maria ever get the dignity of a proper grave and funeral? How long did that take? Was she religious? If so, which religion? Shadow the Hedgehog (the game) is steeped in nods and references to Catholicism, was he Catholic? Was Maria? How did she feel about her religion? Would she have got along with Sonic and Co.? How would she feel about Eggman?

And she was like. Always going to be Shadow's Sister or The Sick Kid. How did that affect her? She's got the Secondary Character To Her Own Life and Doomed By The Narrative swag and it leaves me BEGGING for more information. We can learn a bit about her from Shadow, and assume some things about her based off the way he acts, but a story focused on her specifically would be so so interesting to me.

And about Shadow! Does he ever visit her grave? In Sonic X uncut, he makes a grave marker for Molly, someone who was a lot like Maria too. Did he do that for Maria as well? And if Shadow and Emerl were made "with her soul" or whatever, how much of them are traits of hers? If Gemerl was reprogrammed to be like Emerl, is he similar? I don't know how Maria acted, but I know Gemerl's personality well. Was Maria like that too? How far can you abstract from the original before there aren't any original traits left?

Anyways. Idk. She's so so cool to me. She can be projected on in basically any way becuz of how Little we actually have confirmed about her which is cool too!! Idk what SEGA's obsession with making little girl martyrs is, but I think all of them are cool. Thank God Helen didn't kick the bucket too, idk how many Maria clones my emotional state can handle. If Tikal is the original little girl martyr, would that make Maria a Tikal clone..... Much to think about!