#i need like 500 more words roughly

[moonlightpirate]

Anyone have spare motivation to give me so I can finish this essay?

[thesuperiorrobin]

𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝~

❥Pairing: Damian Wayne/Robin x Fem!Reader

❥Word count: 500

❥Warning: Description of being stood up but not on purpose.

During his nightly patrol, Damian could not help but feel like he was forgetting something. In the back of his mind, there was just something he could not remember, and he tried for his brain to remember something. But with you his duties in protecting the city, he pushes it aside for a bit until he reaches home. But it’s not until he visits you, bloodshed eyes, tear-stained cheeks, all dressed up for a special occasion that it starts to hit him after some time. When he first saw your appearance he was worried, asking you what the matter was.

“He stood me up” you sobbed, running into his arms as you clutched his black and yellow torn cape roughly “Damian stood me up!”

His heart sank to the bottom of his stomach as he hugged you back gently, frowning at the sight in front of him. You two are sat on the ground, thighs, and knees touching each other. Nothing but the sound of your sniffles could be heard and the soft whispering coming from both of you.

Months of talking to Damian, as he’s dressed in his Robin suit, having no idea that you’re talking about him right in front of his face without realizing gave him a new feeling. And explaining to Vigilant how much you like the boy who sits right next to you in most of your classes. Swooning over about how much of a helpful person he is despite others saying he isn’t—and it’s true, he’ll only help you. He won you over and you did the same without realizing it. You hold his heart right in the palm of your hands.

“I’m so stupid” he hears you whisper, letting out a breathy laugh “Stupid to think he actually liked me” he watches as you bring your knees up to your chest, hiding your face. Damian glances down at your form behind his green mask. He feels hurt—don’t get him wrong having people cry because of his doing gives him a sense of satisfaction. He’ll laugh and tease at those who shed tears—but when it comes to you, apparently being his first school crush. It’s a different story. He’ll hunt down anyone who makes you cry or feel insecure and in this case, he’ll have to hunt down himself.

Mentally, he beats himself up as he tries to watch the girl he had his eye on cry beside him, sobbing about his mistake that hurt her. He screwed up.

“I should have listened to the others when they told me it was just some stupid prank” you sniffle, chin propped up on your knees. “Rich boys have no hearts”

“It would have been he simply had just forgotten?” He tries to come up with something, but you just chuckle dryly looking up at the masked boy with sad eyes.

“Damian doesn't forget” you mumble “It’s a shame though. I really did like him” Your tears have stopped, nothing but the stained streaks down your cheeks left behind, your eyelashes seem to be longer than before and your eyes are a bit puffy. You blink once more and a single tear rolls down your face. Damian can only sigh, gloved hand coming up to whip it away

“I’m sure it was just a misunderstanding”

“I really hope it is”

A/N: Sorry I've been gone for like two weeks, I just need some time to myself bc I've been really drained for no reason. On top of that, I have finals, out of six classes I only have like two that I actually have to show up and study for so it'll probably take some time to post again, but I'll try to post as much as possible.

[fanaticsnail]

It's All Okay

Masterlist here

Word count: 500+

Summary: When submissive Koby gives in to his dominant craving, and all he's met with is support, praise and affirmation in your arms.

Notes: I watched One-Piece: Red, and I have some thoughts about this beautiful Marine Captain. I mean, I already love him. But, damn. Did they have to put him in waist chains? Did they have to dress him 'punk rock' like that? Did they have to make him so dominant. A man who is so pent up, he needs to let go?

Warnings: Mdni below the cut. NSFW drabble. 18+. Koby x gn!reader, penetration reader!receiving, rough, Koby is a switch - finally dominant after so long being submissive, pre-established relationship, little bit of angst, porn with plot if you squint, feelings, confessions of love.

Tag list: @sordidmusings (thank you for hearing my thoughts on the man) @mfreedomstuff @since-im-already-here @feral-artistry @gingernut1314

Koby, finally giving into his feral urges and cravings, holds your hips hard enough to bruise beneath his needy, grabby hands. Roughly and ferociously, his hips snap in vicious and brutal rapidity: rutting into you with every ounce of strength he can muster.

Whimpering, whining against your neck when you only meet him with sweet affirmations and praise, telling him it's okay for him to use you like this. You support him, you adore him, you love him. And you will continue to do all of those things, feel all of those things, no matter how harshly he bruises you with his unbridled lust.

"It's okay, it's all okay," you whisper your soft moans into his ear, pressing your lips to his cheek and smoothing over his hair, "I can can take it. You're safe. It's okay to be rough with me."

That phrase only seems to cause him to strive to go harder, deeper, longer: bruising you further with his brutal thrusts while sobbing that he'll keep being so good if you let him keep going in mewling pants of breath.

All further words escape him, his usually stress-plagued mind empty of all thoughts aside from how well you're taking him and how good it feels to let go. He's bewildered that his pent up rage and fury is only met with praise, affirmation and support. He's lost, entranced by your body sucking him in, and so deeply in love with you.

He's been so good. Every day, he's so good. Internalizing his fury, withholding his urges, and only ever being kind, gentle and loving towards you.

The history he had with all decisions being made for him: control relinquished and his heart bound beneath the chains of piracy under Alvida's dominating leadership. The first decision he made for himself to become a marine was met with more decisions being made for him, more relinquishment of his bodily autonomy as he trained to serve the world government.

And now it feels so good to let it out. So good to release his primal urges and give in to taking what he wants. All he wants is to live in this moment forever, feel how tight you are wrapped around him as you moan your praises into his shoulder.

Taking a moment to remove himself from the dip in your neck, he's taken with how beautiful you are like this: writhing beneath him and so lost in your own pleasure to notice he'd almost reached his peak. The flush of your cheeks, the winced tears of bliss in your eyes, the perfect 'O' your lips form as waves of your pleasure washes over you.

He can't get enough, vigorously chasing his high while chanting repetitions of "please," "thank you," and "I love you."

His eyes become glassy as his tears weep as his cock finally leaks his release deep within you. Finally relieving his pent up energy with his bliss coursing through his body and pummeling deeply into yours. He greedily leans down, capturing your lips beneath his as he sobs against your face.

Twitches of the aftershock pulses within your abdomen, his lips soothing the burn of rough treatment with how gentle the kiss felt on your bruised mouth. His bullying thrusts halt with his cock sheathed deep within you, your body aching alongside the blissful tingle of your orgasm's aftershock.

"How do you feel?" you whisper, gazing longingly up into your lover's eyes.

"Lighter," he confessed, his lips curling up into the soft smile you fell in love with, "Relieved."

He leant down, pressing his forehead against yours and sniffed back a soft sob. His hands withdrew from your hips, elevating to your shoulders as he nuzzled against your face. He peppered your lips with a rapid flurry of pecks, chuckling as you returned his affection by circling your arms over his back.

"I love you," your unison of proclaimed chorus echoed into the faces of one another, "I love you so, so much."

[onabat11e]

Hey! I know you’re not taking requests at the moment…but was just wondering if you’d ever write a fic (even if just a little blurb) about onas reaction to lucy in THAT outfit yesterday because god im obsessed!

ona would just send lucy this meme:

jokes aside, i wrote something short for this (thank you for the req)

rating: E for explicit (18+)

word count: 988 (tell me why i thought it would only be like 500)

Lucy: 1 attachment - time for the awards, miss u baby

Lucy sent a selfie of her in the mirror, showing off her outfit for The Best FIFA Football Awards. The blonde waves framed her face perfectly, showing off her small smirk and her chiselled jawline. Lucy slipped her phone away, needing to leave the dressing room to get ready to walk the green carpet. 

Ona sat up in bed after hearing her phone vibrate. She looked over to see a new message from Lucy. She felt her abdomen tighten immediately at the stunning selfie she had been sent. She typed a reply before opening the photograph to get a better look.

Ona: do you even know what you do to me Luciaaaaa 😭

Ona zoomed into the photo, wanting to take in every detail of Lucy in that outfit. The vest perfectly displayed Lucy’s muscular arms and strong shoulders. 

Her eyes wandered down Lucy’s arm, falling on the hand wrapped around her phone. Ona’s mind definitely did not start to imagine those fingers digging into her thighs as Lucy ate her out. And she definitely did not fantasise about the way those fingers would pump into her; the way her pussy would clench and cum around them, begging for more. 

She could picture the exact way Lucy’s bicep would flex as she pumped two fingers into her heat. The mental images made Ona’s stomach twist, a throbbing pleasure starting to arise between her legs. She almost felt embarrassed at how quickly she got turned on from the photo alone. She swiped off to send more messages for Lucy. 

Ona: that outfit is doing things to me

Ona: i need u so bad right now. so wet for you

Ona’s hand trailed down her torso, pulling her oversized t-shirt up over her midriff. Her hand dipped under her sweatpants, rubbing over the fabric of her panties. She inhaled sharply at the contact on her throbbing clit, feeling her body beg for more pressure. 

She quickly kicked off her sweatpants, letting them fall off the side of the bed. Ona raised her phone, the camera app open, angling it so her now exposed abs and underwear were in frame. She slipped her hand under her waistband before pressing the capture button. 

Ona: 1 attachment - wish u were here 

Ona dropped her phone before she dipped a finger into herself. Breathing deeply at the sensation, she gathered wetness from her entrance, rubbing it up her folds before circling the tip of her clit. She made slow movements, teasing herself the way she knew Lucy would. Her body heated up as the desire spread throughout it and her pace began to increase at her own neediness. 

Ona pushed a single digit into herself, feeling her walls flutter around it. Biting her lip, she let her mind wander again, thinking about how Lucy’s fingers would feel in her. She continued to work herself, her left hand fumbling at her phone to try and send another message to Lucy. 

Ona: need ur fingers in me so bad. mine don’t feel as good :(

She added another finger, curving it as she pushed deeper inside herself. Her head fell back on the pillow, eyes shutting as she imagined the way Lucy liked to fuck her into the mattress. Her free hand slid under her shirt, palming against her breast. She squeezed her eyes shut, visualising Lucy’s eyes darkening as she looked up at her, tongue toying at her nipple. Her fingers clasped a nipple, thinking about how Lucy would use her teeth to playfully tug on the bud. 

Ona’s hand continued to pump in herself, hips rocking to meet the thrusts. She increased her tempo, her left hand leaving her breast to play with her clit. 

The circles were roughly rubbing against her sensitive area, her body trembling at her rapidly approaching peak. With a final squeeze of her clit, Ona fell apart, a moan of Lucy’s name falling off her lips as she slowed her movements. 

Ona: just came thinking about how fine u are. i need u so bad right now baby

The fire in Ona’s stomach would not leave; she needed it to be Lucy between her thighs, not just her own hand. She fantasised about Lucy’s fingers deep in her, a warm mouth sucking her clit and cleaning up the cum leaking from her. She whined at the idea, fingers reaching down to play with her clit again. 

Ona: tell me you get to keep that outfit. i cant stop thinking about all the things i want u to do to me

She already knew her second orgasm would come soon, still feeling sensitive from the first. She bucked against her hand, the coil tightening in her core once more. Two fingers slipped lower, pressing into herself with ease.

Her movements got harder, the palm of her hand pressing into her swollen clit with every thrust. Her thighs clenched around her hand, body shaking as she came again, her clit twitching under her hand as fingers curved inside her to guide her high.

Ona: pls baby i’m so needy rn. i came again but it’s not the same. i need ur mouth on me. 

~

After the event had come to a close and all interviews had been done, Lucy was free to check her phone. She was shocked to see the number of notifications from her girlfriend. 

27 new messages. 

Lucy skimmed through the messages, feeling her face heat at the content of the messages. Her mouth went dry, looking at the numerous photos she had been sent of Ona touching herself and fucking herself. 

She quickly checked that no one could read over her shoulder before typing out her replies to Ona.

Lucy: oh my god ona?!

Lucy: fuck that’s so hot

Lucy: can’t wait to get back to barca and taste u

Lucy:*see u. sorry idk what happened there ;)

[pictureinme]

kinktober day xv. IMPACT PLAY – thomas shelby

word count: ~500 tags: dirty talk, paddling, d/s dynamics, cunnilingus/fingering masterlist | ao3

“Lay down for me, sweetheart.”

Thomas undoes the topmost buttons of his shirt, cigarette hanging rather daintily from his lips as he watches you lay your bare self on your shared bed. You lay on your stomach, of course, as he’s holding that very familiar paddle of his. You crane your head to watch his movements, waiting for another command.

“You’re a very good girl, you know that,” he leans over you, the cherry of his cigarette glowing in the darkness, “But sometimes even good girls need their… discipline, eh?”

Nodding, you shuffle your hips in anticipation of your aforementioned discipline, “Of course, sir.”

Thomas smiles at your eagerness, he loved seeing you so perfectly masochistic– a match made in heaven with his insatiable sadistic tendencies. He puts out his cigarette in the ornate ashtray of your nightstand, all while tracing the back of your thighs with the wooden paddle. You tremble in anticipation, he was never the type to warn you before striking.

Abruptly pulling you from your very much related thoughts, Thomas brought the wooden tool down to where your thigh met your bottom– eliciting a loud yelp from you. He hums as he caresses the area with his non-dominant hand.

Landing another strike against your other thigh, your back arches into it slightly, but enough for him to notice– and chastise you.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, doll?”

Thomas laughs deeply, not giving you time to answer as the paddle lands again, and again on your ass. You can’t hold back your moans, but he doesn’t seem to mind as you whimper pathetically against the sheets. You hear his labored breathing from above you but don’t dare to look for fear of more of his discipline.

“My good little girl,” Thomas places the paddle beside your hips, “Always do so well when I ask you to…”

You nod, mostly to yourself, as he kneels to face your neglected arousal. He spreads your legs open further, and you whine as he licks a stripe, collecting as much of your wetness as he can.

“Taste fucking amazing, God.”

He didn’t take his time for your sake, Thomas knew you needed release after that. You mewl as he enters you with his tongue, his hands grabbing at your already aching behind. Grinding against his touch, his chin rubbing against your clit– you felt terribly close.

“Sir, I’m, oh–!”

Thomas replaces his tongue swiftly with two of his thick fingers, chuckling at your cut-off sentence, “I know you’re close, love, don’t worry. I’ll take care of ya.”

He leans back in to lick at your clit– gently, despite the way he was so roughly fucking into you. You shake as his fingers curl inside of you, the angle making it feel so much more deep than you’re used to. Thomas begins to suck at your clit harshly, the painful pleasure of it causing you to fall apart at his whim.

You ride out your orgasm on his face– he was grateful enough to not ruin your orgasm due to your desperation. Your little whimpers and cries are like music to his ears as he continues to lick at you, even after removing his fingers from your still-tight entrance.

“So fucking good, my (Y/N)...”

[coyote-nebula]

tomato

Jason gets a weird phone call from Tim.

Prompt: "You owe me." Word Count: 500 Genre: hurt/comfort Characters: Jason & Tim Setting: Minefield AU

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“First of all: you owe me.”

It was a bold way to start a conversation, he’d give Tim that.

“That right,” Jason said, skeptical. He pinched the phone between his ear and shoulder while he laced a boot. “Mind refreshing my memory on how I incurred this particular debt?”

“I convinced Bruce one of his batarangs ricocheted into that nitro, remember? And blew up the evidence incriminating you in that drug ring case?”

Jason chuckled. “Just for the record, I sold them one batch, and it was strategic planning that Bruce went and screwed all to hell.”

“And who made sure he didn’t know that?… Me,” Tim said firmly. “I’m here to collect.”

Jason leaned back on his couch. “This better be good if you’re already this defensive.”

“Well,” Tim started, then stopped.

Jason waited.

Strangled, Tim said, “…One sec,” before a tap and silence.

The screen still showed an active call. Jason put it back to his ear.

A prolonged moment later, Tim came back on mid-throat clearing. “’Kay. So anyway.”

“Did you just put me on hold?”

“So anyway,” Tim repeated. “You know the soup you made? The one you put with the grilled cheeses?”

“Tomato,” Jason supplied. Then, pointedly, “the one I showed you how to make.”

“…Yeah.” Tim cleared his throat again. Another pause. “Actually. On second thought—”

The tap and silence happened without warning this time.

“The hell,” Jason muttered, checking the screen twice to make sure the call hadn’t ended. He got up and pulled his keys off the hook, hovering by his apartment door while he put the call on speaker and pulled up his tracker app. Tim’s dot was at the Manor with Damian’s, which wasn’t that reassuring considering the conversation they’d had last week about fooling trackers.

“…Still there?”

“Are you dying?” Jason demanded. “Because if you are and you didn’t lead with that—”

“I’m fine,” Tim said, sounding not fine. “In fact, I changed my—“

Another tap and silence, but this time the sound came back a half second later to loud coughing. Tim gasped and hacked some more.

By the time he groaned wearily and came back to the microphone, Jason was halfway to the ground floor.

“Your services… are no longer required,” Tim said roughly.

“The hell they aren’t,” Jason said. “You sound like shit.”

Another, comprehending, pause. “Oh. Huh.”

Jason sighed. “I’m coming over.”

“Everybody’s gone,” Tim said, defeated. “I’m supposed to be watching Damian and doing food this one night. And…”

Mounting his bike, Jason paused to listen.

“I have all the stuff,” Tim mumbled. “It’s the only thing that sounds edible. And I tried, I just… stared at a tomato for like, forty-five minutes, and then accidentally napped, and—” He stifled a cough. “Damian can eat cereal. I’m going to bed. Don’t come.“

“Tim,” Jason said. “I meant it when I said to call if you need something.”

“I don’t need this,” Tim said sullenly. “I want it.”

Jason started the bike. “That’s good enough.”

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[violentdelightsandviolentends]

request: smut, kendall roy, prompt - "Wanted this for so long."

<3

Me and You.

31. "Wanted this for so long."

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here if you're interested. my first time writing Kendall, and it's very overdue. can't believe I haven't written him sooner. also, this gif makes me feral.

Pairing - Kendall Roy x Assistant!Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - smut!! + cursing

Word Count - 700

Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.

"I quit."

Kendall looks at you incredulously.

You'd barged into his office, fire running through your veins. You'd swung the door open, not bothering to knock. He'd been sat behind his desk, answering emails. You'd marched in, stood tall in front of him and said the words you'd been tempted to say for months.

"What?" he asks in disbelief.

"You heard me, Kendall. I quit."

You're expecting him to be mad. You're without a doubt the best assistant he's ever had - punctual, hard working, understanding. You stay late, run his ridiculous errands, comfort him when it all goes wrong. You know he needs you. He'd never admit it, but you know. You're expecting him to be upset, furious even.

So why is he smiling?

"Kendall, you heard me, right? I'm quitting."

"I know," he smirks. "I heard you."

"So why the fuck are you smiling?" you spit, rage bubbling up inside you.

"Because you don't work for me anymore," he explains. "Which means I can finally do this."

With that, he's standing up and striding towards you, large, warm palms cradling your face. He smashes his lips to yours, kissing you with fervour.

You throw your arms around his neck and press yourself into him, desperate to be as close as can be. His hands tangle in your hair, and you moan into his mouth when he tugs roughly. You retaliate by grabbing his tie and pulling him towards you, urgency fuelling your movements.

He dips his head and scatters kisses behind your ear, on your jaw, down your neck. He inhales deeply, breathing in your perfume.

"Fuck, honey," he murmurs. "Wanted this for so long."

"Me too," you whine, shaky fingers attempting to unbutton his white dress shirt.

"Yeah?" he asks arrogantly. "You've thought about this?"

"All the time," you whisper, practically trembling. He's unbuttoned your blouse, deft fingers coasting over your tits, squeezing and pinching.

"Tell me what you think about," he commands.

You're struggling to form words as you feel him tug your skirt down, underwear following suit. You're trying to undo his pants, but your brain is finding it hard to multitask.

Kendall grabs your hips and hoists you up onto his desk, papers be damned. He grasps your chin with his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look him.

"Come on, pretty girl. Tell me what you think about and I'll give you what you want."

You take a shaky breath, hands fisting in his shirt that's now undone and hanging off his shoulders.

"You. I think about you," you begin. "Your mouth. Your fingers. Think about you bending me over your desk."

"Fuck, honey," he groans, unbuttoning his dress pants with more urgency. "I'll bend you over it next time, okay?"

Next time. Your core clenches at the thought.

"You ready for me?" he asks, but he knows the answer. He can see you dripping slick down your thighs.

Kendall slides into you with such ease, it should be embarrassing. You're too fucked out to care.

He sets a frantic, insistent pace, slamming his hips into yours with vigour. He's dreamt of this for so long that the real thing is almost overwhelming. He's quite convinced he's floating.

"God, you feel like heaven," he groans.

"So good, Ken," you whine. "Please, please, please."

"Please what, baby?" he teases, smirk plastered on his handsome face.

"Please don't stop. Don't stop, please, Kendall."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he breathes. "You close, honey? Can feel it."

"Yeah," you whimper. "So close."

Kendall moves the hand that isn't roughly holding your hip to circle your clit in slow, languid circles. Your hips cant up, your back arches, and you surrender to your climax, pulling Kendall over the edge with you.

You're both panting, sweat dripping down your backs. He rests his forehead against yours, grin painted across his face.

"What are you smiling at?" you tease, smiling along with him.

"Just thinking about how we're gonna do this everyday."

"Everyday?" you question.

"Oh, yeah. I'm never letting you go, honey. It's me and you, now."

"It's always been me and you, Ken," you grin.

"Me and you," he echoes.

Me and you.

[dodger-chan]

I wasn't actually going to write any follow up to The Morning After but I hate watching shoot outs and so started fucking around on my computer and now there's 500 more words, and I think they're a bit more optimistic than I originally intended.

@flowercrowngods I seem to recall you asking about potential follow up for this one.

“Harrington, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Steve had no idea what Munson was talking about. He didn’t even know the guy. Not any more than everyone in the school knew Munson, at least.

“Going home?” He hadn’t meant it to be a question, but it came out as one anyway. Stone-faced, Munson shook his head. He grabbed Steve’s arm and dragged him roughly from the empty hallway into an empty room. Closed the door behind them and pushed Steve against it.

“Try again,” Munson growled. His breath smelled strongly of cigarette smoke. His clothes, too, but with a hint of sweat and stale beer. It was nice. Familiar. Steve closed his eyes and took a deeper breath.

Felt Munson lean in closer, fingers wrapped around Steve’s arms, squeezing.

It hurt.

Steve felt himself relax into the pain, shift ever so slightly forward, and catch Munson’s lips against his own. Felt the pressure shift from a threat to a kiss.

A familiar kiss.

Steve opened his eyes when Munson stopped, pulled away, stared at him with shock.

“We’ve done that before.” Steve had meant it to be a question, but it didn’t sound like one. Eddie answered him anyway.

“Heather’s party. Week and a half ago. You really don’t remember?” Steve didn’t remember going to that party. He did remember forgetting that party, which was better than nothing. “Shit, you didn’t seem that drunk.”

“I wasn’t.” Not according to Heather. He’d checked with her to see if he needed to apologize to anyone, or pay for dry cleaning, and she said he’d barely drunk anything. He waved a hand at the fading green bruise on his face. “Head injury. Fucks with my memory sometimes.”

“Huh. So you weren’t just…” Eddie made some weird flailing gestures with his hands. “Letting me work myself into a panic before you murdered me?”

“Murdered you? For a kiss?” Eddie froze like a deer in headlights. “It wasn’t just a kiss, was it?”

“Not here. Not at school.” Eddie was right. Too many doors. Too many kids leaving clubs who might hear them talking. “My place? My uncle works nights; he’ll be gone by seven.”

“I can do that.” If his parents asked, he’d tell them he was meeting Carol to study. He didn’t think they’d ask.

“Assuming you don’t forget me again,” Eddie said, with a smile. Steve smiled back. It was kind of funny. “Wait, you were just at basketball practice. Are you playing contact sports with a broken head?”

“Basketball isn’t a contact sport.” And Steve couldn’t just quit on the team. “Coach said it was fine as long as I wasn’t, like, puking from the headaches.”

“Oh, I guess as long as you’re not puking.” Eddie rolled his eyes. “Fucking jocks. I used to have better taste.”

“I’m the best you’ll ever taste, Munson.” The meaning of his words hit Steve like a truck. “I mean-”

“Seven,” Eddie interrupted him. “Forest Hills, at seven, or I’ll call your house and you’ll have to explain to your parents why The Freak needs you to come over.”

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry, I’ll show.” They probably wouldn’t be home, anyway.

Note: Basketball is actually a contact sport, Steve's just being dumb. Athletes really did play through concussions in the 80s, even really bad ones.

[sosickastro]

hey!! just came across ur post about writer's block and ik how that feels I literally just got out of mine :)) if you're still looking for some requests, how about gojo with a crush on reader who works at a sweets shop he frequents?? wish you luck and happy writing!!

Thank you!!!

I'm very very slowly getting back into the hang of it

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warnings: Nothing really? Probably a liike ooc Gojo, but he is just a love-sick mess for the reader, fluff, fem reader, I didn't mention the reader's smell for once!

AND- you know the drill, lmk if I miss anything and Grammarly can only do so much for my bad writing <3

Word Count?!: Roughly 500 words

It’s unfair truly, the amount of money Gojo has dropped in this one sweet shop to just try and taste the sweetest of them all. 

But it is so, so worth it

Every day Gojo comes into the same “Sugar Sweet” shop every Wednesday, Thursday, and Sunday at 12:30, just 2 hours after his crush shift started. To make conversation, to try the desserts and pastries she recommends, to see her smile, to admire her eyes, to stare at her lips wondering just how sweet they will be-fuck. He needs to get a hold of himself, but how can he? Can you blame him when the prettiest girl he has ever seen just so happens to work at the sweet shop a block down from his apartment? Can you really blame him for wanting to wrap his long arms around his crush and cover her in sugar-sweet kisses in order to hear the beautiful melody that is her giggles? To always hear the honey dripping from her voice as she greets him with the same kind smile.

 And today? Oh god, today? She has the most glow to her face that looks like God himself is blessing her, “Hello, Mr.Gojo! Same as usual?” The soft giggles following her sweetened voice make the egotistical man choke up. He smiles back at her, and a soft chuckle flows out of his mouth as he nods his hand. “Of course pretty, but I also would like to try something new today.” Gojo watches with careful eyes to judge her reactions. He felt himself grow flustered at the sight of her big curious eyes land on his, the look was so pure so trusting. It makes him feel unworthy of being looked upon by her.

“Oh yeah? What can I get for you?” The innocent in her voice, oh god. Gojo doesn't know how much he can take before he attacks her with a smothering hug and obsessive yearning. She casts her eyes down to the tablet in front of her, typing in Gojo’s usual order. The lanky man lends down to the counter making himself more closer to her height. Creates less of a tension, he thinks. “Oh pretty, I would love a small, tiny, little phone number from you.” Gojo smoothly asks as he tilts his head to the side, making him appear more attractive. Internally though the snow-man is screaming at himself.

He secretly sweats, waiting for her reaction. The girl before him looks up at Gojo, with widened eyes and a flustered expression. Her eyes dart around the empty store, as she looks back at him. Another emotion is there, uncertainty.

“Oh! Um.. are you?” She takes a deep breath as Gojo feels his heart want to break out of his chest. “Are you sure you want my number” The insecurity in her voice breaks the rapid heart in Gojo’s chest. He reaches his hand across the table. Cupping her soft skin, he caresses her cheek with his thumb. Love and adoration fill his eyes. “Of course, I want your number pretty, how else am I going pick you up for our date?” Gojo’s tongue darts out to run across his bottom lip. The pretty girl in front of him doesn’t verbally tell Gojo, but the nodding of her head and the awe-struck look in her eyes tells the man all he needs to hear. 

[lunewell]

🍉Fanfic Requests For Gaza (:!🍉

As part of the lovely effort organised by the people over at @ficsforgaza, and to try and raise some more money for Palestinian individuals and families who desperately need it, I will be participating in the fics for Gaza initiative!

If you're a fellow fanfic writer or a fanfic reader wanting more in-depth information about this/wanting to find other readers/maybe looking to participate yourself, I heavily recommend checking out this masterpost and the @ficsforgaza blog in general.

For everyone else...

How do I request a fic?

If you're interested in requesting a fic, all you have to do is message me your actual fic request, be it a detailed outline or something vague like tone or ship or tropes, and then after I've confirmed I can do it donate to one of these vetted fundraisers for individuals and families, or one of these vetted fundraisers, then send me an ask or message with a screenshot of your donation (with any sensitive or personal information blocked out of course)!

The word count of the fic will be based on how much you donate, with a rate of 1$ for roughly every 100 words (for example, if you donate 5$ to a fundraiser, you'll get a fic that's roughly 500 words, and if you donate 10$, you'll get roughly 1000 words.). I'm not going to cut off a fic early if it goes a bit over, but the fic will be about however many 100 words you donate.

Please let me know what type of fic you want before you donate. This allows me to talk to you about your ideas, allows us to agree on a rough word count, and allows me to check my availability so I don't get overloaded with work. If I can't take a request due to my own lack of time, or a fic idea needs a minimum length to work, I'd much much rather figure that out before you spend any money.

What kinds of fics can I request?

Obviously don't request anything intentionally bigoted or hateful, but aside from that, anything goes! I'm a very open-minded person, and as a lover of all things horror and all things erotica there are no subjects too kinky or macabre for me to write about. I'll happily write everything from the most tooth-rotting fluff, to hurt no comfort, to PWP; just let me know what you'd like in advance (:

FANDOM LIST UNDER THE CUT

Anime/Manga (A-Z)

Assassination Classroom (anime)

Beastars (anime and manga)

Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji (anime and manga)

Blue Exorcist/Ao no Exorcist (anime)

Code Geass

Cowboy Bebop

Death Note

Fullmetal Alchemist (anime and manga)

Noragami (anime and manga)

Ouran High School Host Club (anime and manga)

Games (A-Z)

Cyberpunk 2077

Disco Elysium

Doki Doki Literature Club!

Fallout 4

Most Legend of Zelda games (I'm also familiar with Linked Universe)!

Life is Strange (every game but True Colours)

Night in the Woods

Pokémon

Stardew Valley

Witcher

If there's a more niche game not on this list that you're wondering if I've played, feel free to ask!

Note: @ficsforgaza is currently only doing fandoms within anime/manga and video games. If there's a fandom outside of these categories you're intrested in, please feel free to message me and ask if I can write a fic in x fandom. These fics and the donation for them are NOT affiliated with fics for Gaza, and will not count towards the total money earned tally that @ficsforgaza is currently keeping track of.

Still, the most important thing about all of this is raising money for various important fundraisers, so if you want a specific fandom not on the list and want to donate, ask me about it, and if I know it, I will happily still write it for you (:! I'll keep track of these donations on my own.

(banners from the game Snufkin: Melody of Moomin Valley)

[haywire-hetfield]

could you pleasee write 15 & 24 with 80s lars and reload era kirk?? KSJSKKS but make kirk be rough with lars.. AND AND AND lars just trying to hold his moans IHEEUURGGH GOSH

Sure thing!

Send me a number along with a pairing (or leave it to dealers choice) and I'll write you a snippet (500 words or less)

15) "If you want it then beg for it."

24) "Fuck, you're such a good boy/girl, aren't you?"

Bruises already bloomed over Lars’ body. He could see them every time he glanced down, various sizes littered all over his thighs and stomach, both from Kirk sucking the marks into his skin and his fingers pressing against him too roughly. Kirk hadn’t held anything back tonight and Lars had been taken aback by it at first. He’d mentioned wanting this to him before, but he hadn’t expected how good it would actually be. 

“You look so beautiful,” Kirk told him with a particularly rough thrust. Lars barely bit back the noise that threatened to escape him, his fingers curling harder into the blankets. Kirk slowed down at this, giving him a disapproving look. “I want to hear you, baby. Come on,” He encouraged, but Lars shook his head. It felt embarrassing to make so many noises, especially the ones Kirk always seemed to drag out of him. “If you want it then beg for it. I’m not moving again until you do,” Kirk told him. 

“That’s not fair,” Lars complained and tried to press himself back against Kirk, but his hands found his hips and held him still. “Fine! Fine. Please,” He said finally. Kirk stared back at him, clearly still waiting, although he had a small smirk on his face. “Fuck, please. Please, fuck me, Kirk. I’ve needed you all night,” He amended his response, giving in despite the blush creeping its way onto his face. 

“There you go,” Kirk praised and it made the begging almost worth it. Almost. It wouldn’t be worth it until Kirk held up his end of the deal and fucked him again. “Fuck, you’re such a good boy, aren’t you? You listen to me so well,” He added, leaning to press a kiss to his forehead. Lars huffed unhappily, not enjoying being made to beg for what he wanted, but Kirk just found it adorable. 

Luckily, he started moving and Lars decided that maybe begging hadn’t been so bad after all. Whatever reservations Kirk had earlier were completely gone, moving quickly and roughly. Lars wouldn’t be surprised if Kirk left bruises from how hard he was fucking into him and that was definitely a pleasant thought. This time around, Lars didn’t bother trying to hold any noises back and Kirk seemed proud of that fact. 

“Just like that,” Kirk encouraged, tightening his hold on Lars’ hips to direct him now. He moved Lars back against him and Lars was caught off guard by how easy it was for Kirk to maneuver him. It was like he was weightless in Kirk’s hands, nothing more than a doll that he could move around however he wanted him. “You’re taking me so well,” He rambled, falling back on the praises he was used to even as he fucked into him hard enough to nearly hurt in all the best ways. Lars had been surprised the entire night and he quickly decided he would beg a million more times if it meant he got this again.

[sinfulsalutations]

congrats on the follower milestone, nour!! <3 may i pls request my boy Wolffe with prompt #15? 🫢 excited to see what you create hehe

➼ ɴᴏᴜʀ'ꜱ 500 ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

⋆ ★ ᴀʜʜʜ, ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀᴜᴅɪᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏʀᴅ ꜱᴇʀᴠᴇʀ ɢᴏᴛ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ʙɪɢ ᴏʟ’ ᴡᴏʟꜰꜰᴇ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ. ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ 😉

➼ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ☆ “ʙᴇᴛ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ”

➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ☆ ᴡᴏʟꜰꜰᴇ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ʜᴏɴᴇꜱᴛʟʏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴛʀɪᴘᴛᴇᴀꜱᴇ, ꜱᴍᴜᴛᴛʏ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴀᴄᴛꜱ, ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ʙʀᴀᴛᴛʏ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ꜱᴏ ᴡʜɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡᴏʟꜰꜰᴇ (ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ)

➼ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ☆ 517

➼ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ

It’s a bold claim he makes in a heat of passion. After making him grit his teeth and hold back a condescending eye-roll, giggling to yourself with a thumb placed over your lip. Wolffe pulls away, clicks his tongue, and graces you with that look you’ve learned from experience is trouble.

“So you’re going to play this game, hm?” He asks you, coy and playful, but there’s nothing light about how he holds his body; out of reach and out of orbit of your own body, you still feel yourself heating up. Wolffe knows this, and he’s rather smug about the fact. So he claims without hesitation,

“Bet I can make you come without even touching you.”

With a raised eyebrow, you bring your hand up and lightly trail it over your thinly covered body, all to entice him and have him come back to his rightful spot on top of you.

“How, baby?” You say, all too sweet and soft and fucking bratty that it makes him grunt roughly under his breath. It takes a moment for him to respond, however. He takes his damn time scanning your body up and down, lidded eyes taking in his favorite spots, allowing himself to look but not touch.

“Pretty simple,” Wolffe answers bluntly, kneeling at the end of the bed. He dips his chin down, gaze kept on yours. “You can listen to me as I instruct you how to get off.”

The way he says it so casually like he’s ordering a drink at the bar or debriefing about a boring mission somehow makes it sexier. You shiver, a breathy exhale escaping you, though it could be a moan, you’re unsure. Wolffe laughs gruffly, leaning down a little more, though still not close enough for you to reach him. He waves himself like a treat you won’t receive because you’re not a good girl. You weren’t a good girl for him, so you won’t get what he so desperately wants to give you.

“Come on, love,” He encourages you, smirking in a taunting manner. “How about you prove me right?” His voice drops further, slow as he curls his voice around his words, purposefully getting you to cling to him like a wet cloth. It works like a simple charm, though he didn’t need to try very hard; you’re always wrapped around his finger.

“Alright,” You mutter, falling back onto the bed. You curl into yourself, rubbing your thighs together and placing a hand between the two, not venturing further, just to create a sweet little image for him. “Alright. Order me around then. Make me come without even touching me.”

He chuckles softly, raising an eyebrow to challenge you. But you don’t move at all, compliant and still as long as he doesn’t command you to do anything. Poised and pretty, you're the good girl he wanted just a few minutes ago.

Wolffe lets out another breathless chuckle before positioning himself above you and narrowing his gaze. With the look on his face, you know it’ll be a while before you even come close to finishing.

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[alpaca-clouds]

How To Improve Historical Literacy

As I have already established: If my life had gone according to my plan, I would have studied history at university, not IT/economics. Because history is to me one of the most interesting areas of study. BY FAR.

But being a history nerd also brings me one thing: I... kinda notice how little most people know about history. And I am not talking about the kinda stuff I love even - you know, pre-colonial Americas and stuff. No, I am talking like European history.

I recently allowed myself the kinda joke and ask around with friends and with colleagues of work for them to just generally date me certain historical events, that are definitely taught in German schools. The events were: Christianization of Rome, the Fall of Rome, the Crusades, the witch hunts, the revolutions, the industrial revolution, and the fall of Weimar.

What can I say? In some cases people were off by 500 years.

And sure, I hear you say, but history is not about remembering dates.

I agree with that. History is about understanding how and why things happened. But if you do not even get the general series of events right and how much time roughly passed between those events... you do not understand how and why things happened. Because you have no way of knowing this.

I also quizzed three people a bit about the history of Islam as it interacted with European history and... Yeah. Most I got in response to that were blank stares and the question of: "How am I suppsed to know that?"

We talk a lot about media literacy. What we do not talk a lot about is historical literacy. And I think... that is a big issue.

I talked with a friend about this recently. A retired history teacher. (Mind you, he is not that old, he just could not do teaching anymore because of health issues.) And we talked about how the curriculum in history very much is still following the Great Man narrative - and also repeats a lot of historical propaganda unquestioned.

Sure, at least over here in Germany we do very much interact with the Nazi propaganda in a critical way. But at the same time we absolutely unquestioningly learn stuff as "true" that came from colonial propaganda - or from the Victorian era propaganda about the middle ages.

We generally do fairly little in history over here when it comes to anything happening before 1600. Sure, we roughly skim over it. If you pick Latin class you get a bit more of Rome and Greece. But without Latin class you will barely know anything about those times in history.

And the problem that comes from that is, that most folks never actually LEARN how to even read historical sources. Be it primary sources - or just historical research. Which then leads to people taking words as gospel from some idiots who want to turn the past into their personal fantasy (Shadiversity for example).

And really... I will decry curricula in so many different classes. But none as much as history. Because in history, well... the folks do not even learn the basics.

You absolutely cannot teach history without teaching about how history interacted. You cannot just do German history. Technically the people know that. It is why we learned about the French Revolution, and about the Industrial Revolution in the UK. But that is just not enough.

Kids need to learn how the world works - and how certain things came to be. And something that Germany barely talks about is colonialism. Or the crusades. And both things are so inherently important if you want to understand the state the world is in right now.

More than that, however... Kids really need to be taught how to find historical research and sources to inform themselves.

And I mean that bitterly.

Years ago I did an analysis of certain kids books that had historical themes (like those non-fiction books for kids) and... Oh boy. It was not good. There was so much bullshit in those, that came from research that was at times more than 80 years old and had long been disproven. But those fairly new books had not updated that kinda stuff. And how are kids supposed to recognize those issues? And how are they supposed to develop a bullshit detector, when they are taught bullshit as kids?

And really... Media literacy is bad, btu I think more than anything we should talk about historical literacy.

Might also help with the conspiracy theorists.

[booksandabeer]

Hi,

First of all thank you for all the recs you do, it couldn’t be easy doing all that. I just wanted to ask you about your favourite fics where Steve and Bucky were already together during first avenger and get back together in the future? Once again, thank you so much. Even if you don’t answer this I would still be grateful because I got so many of my favorite fics from your blog. You’re amazing and take care.

Hi!

Thank you very much for your kind words. It's lovely to hear that I could help you find some of your favorite fics. 🥰

I've sat on this ask for a few days now because it's actually a really difficult one for me to answer/find recs for without getting into things that can be quite, uh, awkward to discuss "on main." But I will try. As always, I'm going to ramble, so I'll put this under a cut.

(There will be fic recs in here, I promise. Just scroll down if you want to skip the waffling.)

So. When it comes to fics set in canonverse, I mostly stick to either stories that end before the war or stories where Steve and Bucky only get together once they meet again in the future. I hardly read fics with the premise you've described in your ask because—and this is where it gets dicey—they are rarely ever done in a way that I personally find satisfying.

Here’s the thing: If you read a story set in canonverse, inevitably, at some point the war will arrive and with it: Peggy. Now there’s a much larger, much more complex discussion to be had here about Steve’s perceived sexuality, societal expectations of what constitutes "successful masculinity" in the 1930s/40s, and self-repeating and -reinforcing cycles of fanonization that I don’t want to get into right now, so I’ll just say this: Unless the author goes the polyamory route (which I personally don’t care for and therefore don’t read; at least not in that particular combination), usually none of the characters involved come out of such a scenario looking their best or like they haven’t received a personality transplant from one chapter to the next. I know that some people love that kind of conflict and are really into the angsty drama that comes with it—and they may find my stance on this boring and square—but to be honest with you, there’s already plenty of angsty drama in any story involving Steve and Bucky to begin with; I don’t need this on top of it.

And also—look, to be very blunt about it: If I click on a Steve/Bucky story I want to read a Steve/Bucky story, and decidedly not a story about Steve falling in love with Peggy halfway through—especially not when he’s already been practically married to Bucky for years. I'm okay with scenarios where Steve falls in love with her (or the idea of her, really) because he cannot or thinks he cannot be with Bucky for reasons ranging from very reasonable to entirely idiotic, but in a world where they are already together? Honestly, no thanks. I don't want it.

(Also, let's not even pretend that I don't have a huge Bucky-bias.)

But! you asked for recs and not 500 words of waffling, so I went through my lists and bookmarks to find stories that either try to grapple with this *problem* in a sensitive and thoughtful manner, find elegant ways around it, or simply skip over it entirely.

Here we go:

(Note: The exact meaning of 'Being Together' can vary greatly from story to story)

A Tree Grows In Brooklyn by newsbypostcard | 6 parts, 146K, T-E

Author's summary: "You keep asking me what I want," Bucky manages, eventually. "But on any given day, my number one priority is to get through the day alive and myself, and to do it without killing anyone. Everything else is extra." Each work is a standalone.

-> A Post-CW AU that also tells Steve and Bucky's history with each other through flashbacks. Apart from this series, you can really read any story by this author because they do this neat thing where they use roughly the same pre-war/wartime backstory and then depending on when they wrote it and where MCU canon was at the time, the fics branch off from there. Plus, all of their stories are simply wonderful and I will alway recommend them any chance I get.

The Good Morrow by Hark_bananas | 75K, E

Author's summary: Every night, Steve falls asleep and finds himself dreaming about a diner, and every night he finds Bucky waiting for him there. But in the waking world, Bucky has disappeared, gone on the run after the fall of the Triskelion and Project Insight, and the strange dream that they share may be the only way that Steve has to bring him home.

après nous le déluge by tomorrowsrain | 9K, T

Author's summary: After us, the deluge. Steve and Bucky break, mend, and try to find their place in the world without the mantles of Captain America or the Winter Soldier. AU, post Civil War.

-> Part 1 of gale song series, the second part of which which I recced in my Road Trip Rec List. In fact, there are quite a few fics on that list that fit the premise of 'together before/during the war and getting back together in the 21st Century,' so if you haven't already, you might want to take a look at it!

Roll On by jaxington | 3 parts, 306K, T-M

Author's summary: In 1938, there's a bar in Brooklyn called Sully’s where people are safe to be themselves. Behind the bar, a girl pours drinks. She's always got a big smile for Steve and she says queer like it's a good thing. On a regular basis, she takes his shoulders in her hands and tries to shake sense into him, saying, "When will you do something about that best friend of yours?" In 2012, Bucky’s gone, but Steve’s not, and the girl’s hands are too old to shake him. She does her best to make him see sense anyway. Steve had people who loved him before the war, and it turns out a few of them are still around when he finally comes home.

Practice Makes Perfect by nekare | 10K, M

Author's summary: And it’s just. It’s too much. Weeks of pain and months of missing Steve and his mouth and the stupid shit that comes out of it; years of molding himself to his back at night and pretending there’s nothing else to it apart from sharing warmth; a decade of his stomach twisting with the foolish desire to make Steve laugh.   It's August and sweltering when Steve asks, out of nowhere, if Bucky wants to try kissing. Just to see what it's like. Bucky then spends far, far too many years pretending it didn't mean anything at all.

a hat, a horse (a Hyundai), and the will to ride by synonym4life | 67K, E

Author's summary: After Steve and Bucky rescue their pals from the Raft prison, they decide to dig deeper into Zemo’s involvement in the UN headquarters’ bombing which sends them on a backpacking trip across select European countries. Steve and Bucky believe this is a story about their mission. Scott Lang and Sam Wilson, who join them halfway through, believe it’s a story about their Eurotrip (and they’re probably right). This writer, however, has been waiting to tell you that the fic’s true mission is Steve and Bucky missioning towards missionary. Follow them on their journey across Europe in tiny cars, packed subway trains and even on skis as they tumble down the Swiss Alps (in a fun way this time!), all the while reigniting untold feelings of the past through inappropriate sexual encounters and terrible communication skills.

Five times Steve kissed Bucky by paragon | 16K, T

Author's Summary: (+ once, finally, it was the other way around)

-> I'm very amused by how short this summary is, but the fic really is exactly what it says on the tin: Steve and Bucky kissing, pre-war to post-CA:TWS.

I Wanna Live in the Hidden Parts of Your Skin by Voylitscope_speed | 10K, E

Author's Summary: Sometimes, Steve looks at Bucky across the floor of their apartment or in the middle of the sidewalk, and it's not goddamn fair how good Bucky looks. It's not fair how Steve, who's spent his whole life fighting with his lungs for air and his heart for a steady beat, sometimes looks at Bucky and his breath and pulse are wrong for reasons that aren't his lousy health at all. And ever since the day with the purple ink, Steve can't stop thinking about people being canvases, like the models at that exhibit. Steve keeps thinking that Bucky'd be the most stunning canvas a guy could ever ask for. (Or: Steve and Bucky discover a kink in 1940. They find a reason to come back to it 80 years later. )

All The Angels and The Saints by Speranza | 48K, E

Author's summary: In which Steve Rogers loses God and finds God and loses God, and also: Bucky.

-> Look, this fic does some of the exact things I said above I usually try to avoid, but (1) it doesn't really do it (kind of, it's hard to explain), and (2) it would be *absolutely ridiculous* to not include it when putting together a list of fics with a pre-war to post-WS arc. This fic is legendary for a reason. It rewired my brain. It was one of the first Stucky fics I read that made me realize and appreciate the full potential and beauty of this ship, and to this day, it remains one of my absolute favorites.

▶ I'm really sorry that I didn't write something for every individual fic like I usually do, but I'm moving back to my home country in less than three weeks, so time is very limited right now. I hope this is still ok, and that you'll find something on this list that you like!

▶ There is a series that would've been perfect for this list but unfortunately it was deleted without warning a few months ago. If anybody has a saved copy of apricotcake's long is the road that leads me home that they'd be willing to share with me, I would be forever grateful! I'm still so sad that it's gone and angry with myself that I didn't download it when I had the chance. :(

[pfhwrittes]

Actually I know you said I wouldn’t wanna hear you bemoan your writing process, but I’m actually very interested in that tbh

What is your process for a longer fic? How do you format your outline? What does your research look like if you need to do that?

I’d love to see it! Maybe this is more of Talk Shop Tuesday question lol

tats you can have a little Talk Shop Tuesday as a treat!

so i briefly touched on my process (god i need a new way to phrase that it sounds so wanky) in this ask here where i admitted to kind of flying by the seat of my trousers/pants with writing ("live by the PWP sword, die by the PWP sword i guess" is probably one of my favourite sentences i've ever written).

but i'll expand further under the cut because i know i'm going to get long winded as hell.

firstly, i'm going to admit something slightly embarrassing. i'm not a planner, or a plotter, or a think further than the scene i'm writing writer. i'm just not. i write entirely on vibes or wherever the worms take me. i think that's pretty evident from the fact that most of my fics/drabbles for the fandom are shorter than my left leg. i consider it to be a minor miracle if i break 500 words, never mind 1000 words for my fics.

secondly, maybe mummies is my most rigidly outlined fic ever. i have a super rough outline for my festival fic (remember that? god those were the days) and for my bbc ghosts inspired thing (again, another blast from the past right there) but maybe mummies is the biggest document i have in my WIP folder right now and i'll use that as my example for my outlining process (and hopefully i won't spoil the fic too much).

What is your process for a longer fic? i always start every single one of my fics by dumping a synopsis of what i want the fic to be at the top of my document. first of all, it scares away the Fear of the Dreaded Blank Page (where The Blinking Cursor of Doom lingers), secondly it pulls me back on track when i start getting lost in the weeds as i always get lost in the weeds to some degree. thirdly, it's kind of silly and mostly vibes. i basically just talk to myself in the blurb and at some point that may translate to an author's note but sometimes it doesn't.

then i move onto notable tags i know i need to include. so that would be the general vibe of the fic ("Inspired by The Mummy (1999)"), the genre ("Action/Adventure", "Romance", "Comedy"), or notable triggers ("Bugs/Beetles", "Implied PTSD", "Implied Alcoholism"). the notable tag section is subject to change as i write but as soon as i pop something in my fic that i know could potentially trigger someone or make someone balk at bit at reading it, i update the tag list. as i work through the sections/scenes of my fic i list the tags/triggers that apply to that section and mark them with a star and match that star up to the notable tag section.

for maybe mummies, i started writing it chronologically while on my third(?) rewatch of The Mummy. i spat out the blurb during my first watch because the brain worms took me gently by my throat and calmly threatened me at knife point (no, i don't know where they got the knife either and at this point i'm too afraid to ask). then i yelled at @391780 over having an idea as i usually do and early enabled me like the Chief Worm Wrangler they are.

then i got bored of writing it chronologically on my fifth rewatch after blocking most of act 1 and act 2, so i went to the last scene of the fic, blocked that out with bullet points (and made myself laugh) before deciding that actually, an epilogue would really tie everything up wonderfully. so then i spat out the epilogue (and very shyly asked @syoddeye if the emotional beats hit right and they were kind enough to go "i love [this metaphor] and [this interaction]" which basically cemented the epilogue for me. so if you hate it, don't you dare blame sy, i'll come for your kneecaps with my makita drill if you do).

aside from that, i block everything roughly using bullet points. sometimes that's a badly worded sentence, sometimes that's a particular dialogue exchange that fits, sometimes thats just [JP and F!RC bicker] (anything in parentheses gets filled with more detail in at a later date), sometimes the worms wriggle and i spit out an entire scene.

if i'm struggling to write a scene i tend to either leave myself bullet points or break the scene into smaller chunks. it helps my brain to focus on the parts i want it to write better that way and it takes the pressure off so i don't get stuck in the mire of "oh god this needs to be the most perfect first draft that has ever existed".

How do you format your outline? so my heavily redacted outline for maybe mummies looks something like this:

Blurb (stream of consciousness babble/vibes/silliness)

Title (currently blank)

Notable Tags (all the current tags/triggers, and there are 23 currently!)

Characters notes - John "Johnny" MacTavish - Female! Reader Character (RC) - Captain John Price - Simon "The Ghost/Ghost" Riley - Kyle Garrick - Philip Graves (then some redacted characters)

Act One (the set up) - Scene 1 - Scene 2 - Scene 3 - Scene 4

Act Two (the rising action) - Scene 1, part a - Scene 1, part b - Scene 1, part c. (etc, etc. you get the idea)

Act Three (the crisis) (see act two and three for how that would look)

Act Four (the resolution) (heavily redacted bits go here) - Final Scene

Epilogue (this i have written out in full, but i can't share it with you because of spoilers).

Odds and Ends (this is where chunks of dialogue i want to add into the fic, or interactions i want to go live until they find a place in the fic. it's also where the parts i've "scrapped" go too. i never delete anything from my outline, it just gets moved to the odds and ends section).

What does your research look like if you need to do that? oooooh boy. okay, another embarrassing admission coming up. my research for maybe mummies has been my nigh on continuous rewatching of The Mummy. i'm on 13.5 watches right now (10 before my surgery date, 3 post surgery, and one time i started watching it and fell asleep about half way through while my brain was slowly stewing in the remnants of morphine and codeine). other than that, i've got about 5 or 6 tabs that i've shoved into a folder in firefox dutifully labeled "shit i don't know about 1920s eygpt".

in short, my research is more of a mess than my outline.

hopefully this answers your question and i'm so sorry i made you slog through what is essentially 1.1k of words that may be nonsense.

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

SO I HEARD POKEMON IS YOUR EARLIEST HYPERFIXATION AND YOU LOVED THE ASK FOR POKEMON X OP???

WE ARE MAKING NYARLA HAPPY WITH THIS ONE BOYS 🗣️🗣️🗣️ ‼️

Would you rather we ask you OP with existing Pokémon or some crack bs with OP blorbos *falling* into Pokémon Universe dur to like a devil fruit power or something?

Also who's your favourite Pokémon? And type? (MIMIKYU/SPIRITOMB FOR LIFE HERE AND GHOST TYPE)

I'd love if you could do the OP blorbos with a Reader who has a Mimikyu/Spiritomb (MY SPIRITOMB IS ALWAYS CALLED SPOOKY FUN FACT) and how they'd interact with said Pokémon/if their babies would get along with Reader's babies (DON'T FALL INTO THE TRAP OF ASSUMING GHOST AND DARK TYPES ARE ALL EVIL I PROMISE YOU MY BABIES ARE SWEET AF 😭 TIRED OF MISREPRESENTATION)

My brain when Pokémon/One Piece asks:

keep your composure keep your composure keep your mfing composure what would Mihawk do he would absolutely keep his composure be like Mihawk keep your composure Nyarla keep your BUT but but wait what would Shanks do INTERNAL SCREEEEEEEMING—

My brain is short circuiting.

My primary type is psychic. Sabrina was practically my goth awakening at seven years old, and Abra is my spirit animal (immediately teleport away when presented with anything unfamiliar or even potentially threatening). My secondary type is ghost, in no small part thanks to the fact that I started writing "horror" as soon as I could properly hold a pencil ("horror" here meaning silly lil ghost stories that probably made no sense to anyone but me).

I was also the kid glitching out my game with my older brother's game genie trying to catch all the Pokémon ghosts in the tower in Lavender Town because I was so sad that they were lonely, so that should give some insight as to how I feel about ghosts, Pokémon, and ghost type Pokémon in general.

Any asks are welcome asks, I did not realize I needed Pokemon/One Piece in my life but I am

I am—

I am not incredibly familiar with Mimikyu or Spiritomb (my last Pokemon games were Diamond/Pearl), but I will be doing research like a proper Pokémon Professor to learn as much about them as humanly possibly. I know more about Mimikyu and frankly the poor bb just wants to be loved and deserves absolutely all of the love.

Pikachu is overrated anyway. I said it and I will fcking stand by it, and Mimikyu's very existence only further solidifies this opinion within me. Out of all the iconic Pokémon in the original anime itself, Team Rocket's Meowth is and will always be my darling bb. Smart-mouthed lil mafia cat who deserves SO MUCH BETTER—

Ahem.

Brief reading into Spiritomb has, at first glance, enlightened me to the following:

Several Pokédex entries state that Spiritomb was sealed roughly 500 years before the present time. The Pokémon lays curses with its wicked thoughts. It will lash out at anyone with little thought, often exercising short-sightedness in its pursuit of vengeance.

And I am beyond intrigued by every last word of that. Historical ghost Pokémon? Vengeful lil ghost bb? I want one RIGHT NOW—

On an unrelated note, tysm for this, I just had a briefly horrifying moment because my cat made a mad dash out the door as I was taking the trash out. He is back inside and safe now but I almost had a heart attack when he zipped past my feet and into the darkness, and this has helped calm me down so much 😭😭♥️♥️