#i think only these kind of talk snippets of the au i can manage

[crunchystarz]

Twisted wonderland Self-aware au

Housewardens x GN!Reader

Cw- obsessive and possessive behavior, isolation all that good yandere stuff (remember none of this behavior is healthy nor do I condone it this is purely for entertainment )

A/n: I wrote this while dying of the flu I am not built for the cold weather release me from my chains

You downloaded the game for fun. As any normal person usually does. What you weren't prepared for was when your game started acting weird.

It started small, your characters dialogue wouldn't line up with the videos you've seen. No big deal perhaps they just got changed during an update.

It got a bit weirder whenever you'd start seeing new sprites you haven't seen anywhere else. You tried to shrug it off as you just managed to get a newer version of the game(somehow).

You swore the characters started to address you more directly but you again tried to ignore it. You just thought your brain was playing tricks on you.

It was only until you realized you left your phone at your apartment. You quickly rushed home to retrieve it just to find a very real house warden in your home.

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

REALIZATION:

When Riddle first suddenly became aware of the fact his existence was nothing but code he was unbelievably out of it. All the conversations he had, his harsh upbringing, everything was just part of his character. Were the feelings of anger, confusion and acceptance even real? He went on a bit of a rampage being harsher than usual but he didn't wish to shatter the reality for everyone else (he'd also sound more like a mad hatter If he tried to explain the fact they were just in a game) So no one knew why for the next month Riddle was more on edge than usual.

He came to accept the fact his life was nothing but a path set for him. He instead started to focus on you(or should I say yuu)

He soon realized that the ramshackle perfect was nothing but a hollow shell. No notable personality or backstory. But he soon managed to be aware of your experience. Glitches allowed him to hear snippets of your voice and how you truly felt. He was your favorite and he wanted it to stay that way.

He'd make sure he was always on your home screen. He'd even get risky and start talking to you directly. He'd listen to you ramble as you played the game. His face would flush red not out of anger but embarrassment when you'd change his outfits or get excited when you realized he'd gotten a new card.

He wished there wasn't a screen keeping you away from each other...

BREAKING CODE:

(I like to think this would be similar to an overblot In a way and enough emotion could cause them to lose themselves and eventually overwrite their code)

Riddle was over the moon. He was really in your room. Sevens he never thought a day would come where he'd be standing in your space. It was so you...

It felt weird, in a space that wasn't just there for scenes. It was actually lived in.

When he sees you he feels as if he succeeded in his life's purpose. You're confused and he can see that. He tries to explain to you how he didn't even know how he had gotten where he was.

You let him stay in your apartment because you couldn't really let him out in a world he knows nothing about. You're too kind he says.

DAY TO DAY LIFE:

Riddle takes care of most of the household chores. While you're gone, he keeps himself busy by tidying up, reading, or researching ways to improve the home environment. As well as constantly making rules for you to follow. He's so used to rules being set in place, it's what he was programmed to do so In the beginning you let it slide.

However he becomes controlling, trying to regulate every aspect of your life to “protect” you. He insists on setting the rules for "safety" and gets visibly distressed if you don't follow them.

Constantly checks if the you're eating properly or following a “schedule” he created for you both. If you don't he'll sometimes scold you harshly like he would in game. He'll apologize later in fear of upsetting you, he just wants you to be safe.

Becomes passive-aggressive if you end up spending too much time with others, interpreting it as rebellion. All he's trying to do is set you on the right path , can't you see that?

-"It’s for your own good [Name],Without guidance, this world will overwhelm you. Let me take care of you."

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

REALIZATION:

When Leona realizes he's in a video game he's surprisingly the calmest. He's upset and disorientated but he doesn't cause a big scene or let it be known he's losing his mind. He's used to concealing how he feels from others; it's in his codeHe's more laid back after this fact. No matter what he did he'd never be able to change his fate, because it was already set for him he had no control over it. So why did it matter what he did?

When you caught his attention the beast man was obsessed with proving himself to you. To him you were the only person who saw him for him. Who understood him. He was your favorite.

He'd never been anyone's number one anything before and the fact you choose him he wasn't going to let anything take that away from him.

The screen was just another obstacle he'll overcome to get what he wants.

BREAKING CODE:

Leona was really in your room...your room. He felt overcome with joy. Genuine joy, something he'd...never felt. Everything he felt up until then was just what the developers wanted him to feel.

Needs to say you were more than confused when you saw a lion hybrid snuggled up in your bed when you came home.

After getting an explanation you offered to let him stay in your apartment; if you didn't you were more than sure he'd be taken for government testing or something. Too bad you now needed a new phone.

DAY TO DAY LIFE :

Leona is still a lion at heart, he frequently loiters around you, draping himself over your furniture or bed like a lion staking a claim.He’s territorial and quick to anger if someone else tries to get too close to you. Despite his gruffness, he seeks constant reassurance that the you won’t leave him.

He's possessive and hates whenever you leave and doesn’t hide his irritation. He often tries to convince you to skip work/school, suggesting you should spend the day relaxing with him instead. (Sometimes he'll go out with you and will send looks to anyone who looks at you too long)

you're just happy everyone thinks that his animal features are crazy prosthetic since he refuses to hide them

When you come home, Leona monopolizes your time, insisting on napping together and getting all your attention.

He'd dislike the smell of other people on you when you come home and will drag you to bed for cuddles. None of these humans deserve your attention, he worked so hard for it not them .The thought angers him.

- "You're mine, I can protect you—provide for you —love you, you don't need anyone else but me those humans can't do what I can"

AZUL ASHHENGROTTO

REALIZATION:

Azul understandably does not take the life altering realization that he's not actually real well. His usually kept together appearance started to slip. He was all over the place. How could he not? This left Floyd and Jade completely confused why their boss was so out of it. It wasn't like him. He couldn't tell anyone else about this, not that they'd believe him anyway.

His interest in you starts as a mix of fascination and suspicion. He’s drawn to your influence but wary of your intentions. It became an obsession .

He saw you as the only real thing in his "life", Azul was your favorite out of all the characters, you picked him. He'd always make sure he looked right on your home screen (it wouldn't matter anyway since his sprite would always look the same)

You became the only thing he could think about, he'd have you no matter how much it took

BREAKING CODE:

Azul at first didn't think him being in your room was real. He thought it was a dream. When it finally set in that it wasn't just him losing his mind he was more than just happy.

He was in his darlings room. Everything felt so perfect. But not as perfect when he saw you for the first time. You were more than confused to see him(now in your living room) looking around.

After explaining the situation you let him stay with you in your apartment. You had no other choice where else would he go? It wouldn't be so bad to have extra help around anyway.

DAY TO DAY LIFE:

Much like Riddle , Azul takes care of most of the daily tasks. He offers to assist you with your tasks, whether it’s by organizing your work schedule or helping with assignments. However, he might feel a little hurt if you seem too busy for him. Pay attention to him please!

Don't forget that this is a sly sly man. Azul becomes emotionally manipulative, weaving situations that ensure you stays reliant on him. He uses your gratitude and trust to justify his control, often veiling his obsession with charm and just him being a "gentleman".

He'll shower you in gifts and constantly praise you on everything. He'll try and offer you deals just to make sure you have ties with him.

He'll text you at work with encouraging needy messages. He's always in your corner so just rely on him okay? You don't need anyone else.

- "You’d be lost without me. Everything I do is for you. Just let me take care of all your work."

Kalim Al-Asim

REALIZATION:

Kalim was in denial for the longest time about the realization that he was in a program. He couldn't wrap his head around it. He didn't want to bother Jamil more than he already did especially not with something this big. It was hard to not say anything while his mind was going crazy with thoughts as he tried to pretend nothing was wrong.

When he realized yuu wasn't just another side character and in fact the player he became obsessed with knowing more. He'd get so excited whenever the game would glitch and he could hear your voice and you talking as you played around on the home screen.

It made him so happy; Kalim was your favorite character. Others would wonder why he'd be more bubbly than usual whenever he'd hear you compliment him on his newest card. He wanted all your attention onto him.

He'd make your every wish come true. This screen wouldn't stop that.

BREAKING CODE :

Oh wow he was really in your room. It was way smaller than he expected but that didn't matter. It was your room so it made it much better. He doesn't know what he did to deserve this. He was basically bouncing off the walls; touching everything.

When you walked into your room you didn't have time to react before Kalim was pulling you a crushing hug causing you to yelp. He apologized a bit flustered.

After explaining (he could barely keep himself together) you allowed him to stay. He was so sweet how could you let him out into the world?

DAY TO DAY LIFE:

Kalim insists on accompanying you everywhere. Wherever you go Kalim is clinging to you. Your neighbors have all taken a liking to him so him being with you isn't so bad.

He isn't good with chores but he tries his best to clean and tidy when you're gone. He tries to cook but has burnt it multiple times so you tell him not to. He buys you gifts you don't even need all the time. He just wants to spoil you.

Kalim’s obsession is rooted in his desire to make you happy at all costs. However, his constant need to please you and keep you close becomes overwhelming, and suffocating. If you tell him this he'll make you feel bad, that he just loves you so much and wants to take care of you; you often cave.

When you return from work or school, Kalim greets you with hugs and insists on spending the rest of the evening together, often talking about what he did while you were gone.

-" [Name]! I missed you sooo much, you should let me go with you to work, you don't even need work I could make all of your wishes come true"

VIL SCHONHEIT

REALIZATION:

Vil did not take it well... He was absolutely losing his mind. His beauty was nothing but pixels. Was everything he worked for was fake? Everything he knew was just controlled by someone else. It was so frustrating. He ended up locking himself away until he could accept the truth.

When he realized yuu was the player he was...angry. However that anger subsided after he started to know you for you. Vil was...your favorite. It boosted his ego more than anything.

He wanted to be in the spotlight at all times. He craved your attention. It was like he became addicted to your praise. He'd smile whenever you'd call him pretty whenever you looked at a card of his.

He wanted to be perfect for you. He'd show you how perfect he could be, you'd see. He just needed to get rid of the screen.

BREAKING CODE:

Vil stood in the middle of your room. Everything was too perfect to touch. He took it all in. everything felt just...right.

He didn't even calculate how he got in your room but he didn't care. He was in your world and sevens he'd never felt better.

When you walked into him looking at himself in your mirror (taking in how he was an actual real person) . You were so confused why this gorgeous man was in your room.

After explaining the situation you agreed to let him stay with you; if you didn't you swear he'd get kidnapped or something to become a big model. It wouldn't be bad to have a pretty face to look at when you got home.

DAY TO DAY LIFE:

Vil insists on controlling your wardrobe and grooming, often brushing aside whatever protests you have. He discourages you from associating with “lesser” individuals, claiming they tarnish the your image.

He knows what's best for you come on, those other people will only be dragging you down from your true potential. But of course you wouldn't know that he couldn't blame you.

Vil’s obsession honestly manifests in his relentless efforts to “perfect” for you. He'll critique your choices and actions, believing he alone knows what’s best for you. His fixation often leaves you feeling scrutinized and trapped.

He believes you just need him. He'll do everything just as long as he gets praise from you. Tell him he's being a great help won't you?

"You deserve only the best, and I won’t let anyone drag you down—!"

IDIA SHROUD:

REALIZATION:

This is not as exciting as they make it in manga. Idia was having a crisis. Realizing that he was in a video game made him want to hide away even more than he normally would. It didn't matter how hard Ortho tried he just wouldn't budge. He stayed cooped up in his room trying so hard to distract himself from the fact that he was nothing but code just like the ones he's learned to manipulate. Idia is not going to recover from this.

Idia was already wary around yuu but when he realized you were yuu he wanted to know more. He was still too scared to leave his dorm so you didn't see him much other than the homescreen.

He was so taken back when he realized that, he — Idia shroud was your favorite. He'd never been anyone's favorite before. He was just a loser that stayed cooped up in his room all day and you still liked him?

He grew obsessed with that feeling of being seen, he wanted to just use whatever knowledge he had to break past the screen.

BREAKING CODE:

When Idia realized he was actually in your room he damn near fainted. No scratch that he did. He was so overwhelmed. He didn't deserve to be in your room. Oh man how did he even get here? Nevermind that.

He was so incredibly.. happy. He was in the room of the one person who he felt knew him more than anyone. It made him feel bubbly and his hair flashed pink a bit.

He looked for something to do fearing he'd have a panic attack if he thought about this too long. So you ended up finding him tinkering with your computer when you came home. He basically died when he saw you.

After explaining to you what happened, you, now trying to get him to calm down agreed to let him stay. Not that he'd leave anyway he practically already made your bed his sanctuary.

DAY TO DAY LIFE:

Your room basically became his. He keeps it clean but doesn't really do a lot of the house work other than that.

Idia spends the day gaming, tinkering with gadgets, or monitoring your online activity (just to make sure you're okay, of course!). He reacts the worst to you being away and just does not like it one bit.

Idia struggles with separation anxiety (like a once stray cat)and might try to convince you to work or study from home. If you insist on going out he bombards you with messages . He'll subtly manipulate situations to keep you away from others, convincing you the world is too dangerous.

When you come home, Idia is overly clingy, insisting you spend the rest of the night together and refusing to let you focus on work. He just wants his cuddles and your attention you were out with those normies all day!

-" Can’t you just stay here and binge-watch something with me? It’s way safer—and more fun."

MALLEUS DRACONIA:

When the fae realizes he's nothing but binary code strug together he's more than perplexed. Malleus has dealt with a lot of things in his time but nothing could prepare him for the crushing reality. He's completely disoriented and Sebek nor Silver can figure out why because he won't tell them. He started lacking on work and just overall seemed more spaced out.

He was very quick to put two and two together. Yuu was the player. It was obvious; human without powers manages to get into NRC and some how is involved with almost everything. It wasn't quite hard to figure out.

Malleus idealizes you seeing you as a perfect being. In his eyes, you are kind, compassionate, and the only one who truly understands him. He was your favorite, this confirms you too think you too are meant for each other.

He'd do anything just for you to join him when he takes up the crown, it's just the screen that's not making it possible.

BREAKING CODE:

Once in your room Malleus doesn't look like he cares at all actually but inside he was losing his mind in the most positive way ever.

Nothing was how he imagined. This is how you like your space? Noted. He tidied up your place a bit and sat in the middle of the room as to not mess anything.

When you walked into him just sitting there you were so confused but he just gave you a smile showing off his fangs.

After explaining the situation you let him stay in your apartment; too scared what he'd manage to get into if you didn't.

DAY TO DAY LIFE:

Malleus makes sure everything is perfect for you at all times. Everything is organized and you never have to worry about anything being out of place.

Like Leona Malleus has animalistic tendencies, him being a fae dragon causes him to be well.. possessive, not wanting anyone else to monopolize your attention. He might grow jealous of your coworkers, friends, or even family, viewing them as a threat to your bond.

He. Is.clingy. worse than Kalim and Idia. He insists on escorting you everywhere, even if it’s unnecessary. People recognized him as "[Name's] horned bodyguard!" Gods you hated it. He tries to insert himself into every aspect of your life, wanting to be by your side constantly.

It took him so long to just be okay with letting you leave on your own. Once you're home he's bombarding you with questions about your day.(Secretly snuggling up to you so you can have his scent again)

-" I could just use magic you know, there's no need—I'm simply a better option for this stuff you can rely on me"

MASTERLIST

[thegingerwrites]

I've been writing quite a bit lately including making some progress on the results of this poll from the beginning of the year at least until I found an idea to obsess over which i have

The current fic I'm really into writing started out as like an outlet for my id (which is, coincidentally, how short cycle started too) I just wanted like a scrap doc to put my horniest thoughts in and it has evolved into something even more fun than i originally thought.

It's a sort of post-rots, no order 66, palpatine is dead, the galaxy is saved, anakin leaves the order to be with padme and the twins au. Obi-Wan and Anakin haven't seen each other in 4 years. I love getting to wrestle with Obi-Wan's pov in this scene where he is, in his mind justifiably, kind of a bitch

And because I feel like I haven't been around lately, here's an extended snippet:

“What are you doing here?” Obi-Wan asks. He doesn’t bother to wonder how Anakin got in. So many things that should be unlikely or impossible are child’s play to Anakin. If enough desire is there, nothing can stand in his way. Obi-Wan knows him well enough by now to know that the question to ask is not how but why.

Anakin looks at him, all of him. He rocks forward on the balls of his feet like he wants to step inside Obi-Wan’s quarters but Obi-Wan doesn’t move an inch. It’s not like Anakin can sneak past him without a struggle if Obi-Wan decides not to let him in. “I had to see you again.”

“And so you have.”

“I’ve been thinking of you a lot lately and seeing you today felt like a sign.”

Always so dramatic. “Today was a coincidence, nothing more.”

“There is no such thing as a coincidence when it comes to the Force.”

Obi-Wan tilts his head, the expression on his face veering towards amusement so that it doesn’t flirt with anger. “You sound awfully like a Jedi for a civilian.”

“Obi-Wan—” Anakin begins and for all that Obi-Wan is dying to hear where Anakin is going to go with this, Anakin doesn’t seem to have the words.

He lets Anakin struggle and fall. Keeping his face placid and still is a challenge, so he overcompensates and feigns a small, amused smile. It’s a cruel little thing but Obi-Wan doesn’t have it in himself to be gentle with Anakin. Not after all this time.

“What?” he asks, when he’s finally had enough. “You came all this way but have nothing to say to me?”

“I don’t know where to begin—Obi-Wan, can I please come inside?”

“We could start right where we left off today, couldn’t we? Exchange pleasantries?” Obi-Wan keeps his voice light and manages to hold his tongue through iron self-control. He desperately wants to pile other questions on top of those. How have you been since you decided to leave the only life you’ve ever known? How have I been since you left without a word?

Anakin scoffs. “What, you want to talk about the weather? I don’t think we’ve exchanged pleasantries in the entire time I’ve known you.”

Because that is what strangers do and they have never been strangers to each other but they might be strangers now. Anakin has made certain of that. “What do you suggest we do then? I’m still waiting to hear what brought you to my door.”

“I’d like to come inside before someone comes to investigate a shouting match in the hall.”

Obi-Wan puts on a look of innocence and peers to the left and right down the hall. “A shouting match? I haven’t heard anything of the sort but I’ll be sure to keep an ear out. Kit does like to leave the volume on his holoprograms rather loud.”

This is fun, Obi-Wan realizes. For all of his nerves, for all of the rattling sense of inevitability, he hadn’t anticipated enjoying himself trying to goad and skewer Anakin. But he does have to be careful not to push Anakin too far. He can’t risk the man storming off now that Obi-Wan has the upper hand.

“Come in, then.” Obi-Wan steps back to let Anakin past him.

“Thank you,” Anakin murmurs. Obi-Wan tries hard to find the note of sarcasm that must be hiding there but he must not have the ear for it anymore.

He takes a minute to stand back and watch Anakin in the middle of his apartment. He blinks and tries to will away the shock of it. Remind himself that Anakin is real and tangible. He won’t vanish like a ghost or a dream. Obi-Wan tries to put himself in Anakin’s shoes, see his apartment from his point of view. It isn’t as though much has changed since he left. Obi-Wan has never had very many possessions. A throw blanket on the couch, a new mug by the sink, a succulent drying out on the windowsill. He can’t get a read on what Anakin makes of it, the same but different, but Obi-Wan doesn’t much care what Anakin thinks. He isn’t ashamed of how he has led his life, the code he has always tried his best to stick to.

“Shall I put on some water for tea?” asks Obi-Wan, ready to keep pretending that Anakin is just some other house guest for as long as it gets under Anakin’s skin.

Anakin gives him a look. It’s far too familiar and something in Obi-Wan aches at the sight of it. The feeling vanishes in an instant, replaced by a kind of disgust in himself for his weakness that is far more comfortable.

Then Anakin seems to come to a decision. He moves to the kitchen cabinets with a purpose. He opens the one over the sink and lifts up onto his toes to grab—ah, yes. There is a bottle of Corellian brandy Obi-Wan once confiscated from Anakin as a padawan. He came back to their rooms dizzy, drunk, and babbling after a night out somewhere in the temple with some of the other padawans, not more than fourteen years old. At the time, Obi-Wan told him they would share it one day when he was older, when he was an adult and could handle his alcohol better. Then it became something of a joke that no, even when Anakin was nineteen, twenty-one, twenty-three, he still wasn’t quite ready yet.

Patience, my very young padawan. Some things get better with age.

Obi-Wan doesn’t go into that cabinet very often. He’d mostly forgotten that bottle was there.

[skeedelvee]

Ayy! I'm finally trying one of these! Thank you everyone that's tagged me in theirs in the past, I always like getting the notifications so I can check out all of your wonderful WIPs! <3

Doing a few WIPs since I've got a bunch going and I've gotten interest in a few.

First up is Second Moon! This is a sequel to my fic First Moon in which Simon is experiencing his first time transforming into a were-dragon. These fics are inspired by @frjsti 's amazing artwork! The sequel is about his 2nd time transforming and how Simon and Baz handle it differently now they know what they're in for and they've had time to prep for and crave certain fantasies for the next full moon. Here's a snippet of them discussing Baz wanting to bottom this time around:

He’s got his academic face on, as if we were talking about the merits of some new magical theory and not him taking my foot long dragon cock up his arse. “Still, there's a lot of risk involved in this. Even if I don’t destroy your arse, there’s still my claws and my fire breath to worry about. It’s a bit dangerous, innit?” “I thought you were the one to always face danger head on.” “I am, but this really isn’t about me.” “Isn’t it? Listen. If you really don’t want to do this, I won’t press for it, but it’s what I want and I’m not afraid of what might happen. I trust you.” I mull it over for a moment before he adds: “And if you do manage to kill me, please make sure my headstone reads ‘Here lies Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch. He died doing what he loved: getting railed by Simon Snow’s monster cock.” I snort. “Your father would have my head if I even suggested that.” “Then I’ll have to have it written up in an official will,” he says with a smile. “What will it be then, Snow? Do you want this?” There’s no point lying about it. “Yes. I want it. I want you. You have to promise me though, that you won’t let me hurt you. Don’t muscle through it for my sake. Say your safe word as soon as things turn bad.” “I promise, Simon.”

@stitchy-queerista wanted to hear more about A Good High, so I'll do that one as well!

A Good High is a one shot non-magic college roommate AU where Shepard leaves a pot brownie for Simon on what he thinks is his desk, but is actually Baz's desk. Baz thinks it's a normal brownie from Simon, eats it and gets really high by accident. Simon gets back to the dorm, finds Baz in his current state and has to turn Baz's bad high into a good one. Here's a snippet:

“Have you seen Ratatouille?” I ask as I set up my laptop at the foot of the bed. Baz is hugging his knees to his chest, but he’s lost that panicked look in his eyes. They look sleepy instead, droopy and dark like they are first thing in the morning (it’s very distracting). “I have four younger siblings, of course I’ve seen Ratatouille.” “Right, of course. Well, it always helps me relax, so it might help you,” I say as I make a fluffy pile of pillows to collapse against. “Just try to focus on the movie for a bit and let it melt your anxieties away.” The movie plays and I sit back, kick my feet up, I get immersed in Remi’s story as a start to feel the gummy kick in. I’m so relaxed that I almost forget about how Baz was feeling, but as soon as I do remember, I can’t seem to think of anything else. I watch him out of the corner of my eye. He’s watching the film and his breathing seems relaxed, but there’s something about his face that still looks raw, something about his posture that still seems on edge. I wish I could magically make this better for him. If he were anyone else I’d probably know what to do to cheer him up, but we’ve only just (kind of, sort of) started to get along. I don’t know if I’ve ever truly seen him relaxed before now that I think of it, he even looks tense while he sleeps. Maybe I should just ask him about what would help. “Psst, Baz, can I get you anything? Tea? Or a snack?” “No, I’m fine.” “A blanket?” “No.” He curls in on himself more and I mentally start kicking myself. Fuck, I’m making it worse. I wrack my brains for an idea to make this better, ignoring the little voice in my head telling me to leave well enough alone. Maybe if I got him to laugh that might get him out of this funk. “How about a cuddle then?” It was supposed to be a joke, but I can’t manage to laugh at it. My heart is beating out of my chest as the words leave my mouth. It’s a silly notion, the two of us cuddling, and I know it's something he’d never go for. And part of me is still hoping he’ll think it’s funny and he’ll break into a smile as he laughs it off, but the other part of me is desperate for him to say yes.

And @roomwithanopenfire wanted to hear about my untitled Gareth/Rhys fic, so I'll do that one too

This one is fairly new actually. It's kind of inspired by an outfit of mine actually. A lot of people who have met me IRL will probably have seen me in this, but I like to call it my Gareth as a slutty queer woman cosplay; a black crop top, black short shorts, and a brown belt with a white jaguar enamel belt buckle. I was wearing it recently and thinking about Gareth and thinking about a fem Gareth (I call her Gi in this) wielding the magic thrusting belt buckle, and then I started to write this. It's a getting together story about Gareth and Rhys with mutual pining. It starts with the two of them in their room, unpacking and settling into the space for their 8th year. Gi has her skirt tucked into her underpants and it's a whole thing for Rhys. Here's a snippet:

I can feel myself blush down to my toes. Thankfully, Gi discovers the state of her skirt and is distracted from seeing the full state of my complexion. “Has it been tucked in this whole time?” “Pretty much,” I wince. She snorts and then giggles as she unbuttons the thing and kicks it underneath her bed. I try to keep my eyes above her waist. “I hope my grandma saw. It’s what she deserves for insisting I ‘dress like a lady’ in her presence.” She’s stepping into her school trousers now, she has to do a little wiggle jump to get them over her thick thighs (it’s poetry in the making). “She has seen how you cast spells, right? Surely trousers should be the least of her worries.” “I wear the buckle as a bracelet when the old bat’s visiting. Mum says she has ‘a poor constitution’ and I’ll ‘send her to an early grave’ if I try thrusting spells around her.” Gi does a poor imitation of her mother’s voice, playing up the theatrics for my entertainment. I watch her as she lovingly threads her belt through each of the loops on her trousers, it’s like watching a superhero put on their suit for the very first time. She does a turn in front of the mirror, smiles at her reflection, and then shoots finger guns at herself. I can’t help but smile too. I’m so in love with her, it hurts.

And here’s my belt buckle that inspired this:

I think most of you have already posted yours for the day, but I'll tag: @bookish-bogwitch @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @aristocratic-otter @roomwithanopenfire @stitchy-queerista @artsyunderstudy @noblecorgi @monbons @rimeswithpurple @ileadacharmedlife @facewithoutheart

[hockeynoses]

Sick!Steve: A College AU, Part 2

Summary: A sequel to this fic. Steve is sick again. This time he's in class with Eddie, but they don't know each other yet. Eddie has the fetish and it's from his POV. This is set in the Spring semester, following the last fic which was in the Fall.

Warnings: Mess, contagion. 3.2k words.

Notes: I finally finished it! I started this last July and let it sit for far too long. It's one of my favorites that I've written in a while.

I imagine the professor to look like Jaime Cam/il from Schm/igadoon, but that's neither here nor there. The snippets of his lecture are directly taken from the Wikipedia entry on the Renaissance.

One tiny scene was inspired by this post by gemsden.

I hope you all enjoy! 💖

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At five minutes to the hour, Eddie strolls into class as though he has all the time in the world. He’s learned from years of being punctually challenged that it’s easier to fly under the radar if you don’t appear rushed and frazzled when you make your entrance. There are only a few seats left in the large lecture hall, and they’re all up at the front. Reluctantly, he chooses one on the very end of the curved row, the seats in the hall forming a semi-circle that fan out like those ancient Greek theaters the professor had mentioned last week.

World History 101 – the most basic of basic history classes. Almost everyone here, Eddie included, is taking it as a required core class. But it isn’t the worst thing in the world; Eddie makes a game of it, searching for little tidbits he can add to his D&D games when he’s in need of inspiration.

The eye-candy isn’t half bad either. The professor, Mr. Smith, is actually pretty hot. Dark hair, a well-trimmed beard, glasses… Eddie can get on board. And halfway through his lecture, without fail, he’d take off his suit-jacket, loosen his tie, and roll up his sleeves, drawing the undivided attention of half the class. Aged to perfection, he can’t be more than in his early 40s, his hair just starting to get that salt and pepper color to it.

Unfortunately, he’s also known for being kind of a hardass. One of those guys with lots of chili peppers on RateMyProfessor, tempered by lots of comments about what a stickler he is for the rules.

The doors at the top of the hall open just as the professor is about to get started, and Eddie looks up.

Speaking of eye-candy, he thinks. It’s the guy that he’s had his eye on for half the semester. Hot-prof doesn’t hold a candle to this guy.  Steve. The name floats through his mind and his heart gives a little kick.

He hasn’t managed to talk to him yet, or even figure out how to covertly snag a seat near him. This class is pretty much just lectures and tests, no group projects – which doesn’t offer a lot of openings for an introduction. Eddie only knows his first name because he’d heard Mr. Smith use it once or twice. He may be an asshole about the rules, but he does try to learn their names. As much as one can with a class of 100+ students.

Steve hurries down the steps to the first row of seats. The only open desk is in the dead center, about 10 feet away from Mr. Smith’s podium.

“Shit,” Steve says under his breath, looking embarrassed. Eddie’s glad he’s not in his shoes. Even though he’s in the front row himself, he’s somewhat hidden off to the side. The curvature of the row gives him a great view of Steve without it being obvious he’s looking at him.

The professor greets Steve with a firm nod as Steve sits and pulls his notebook out of his backpack, settling in. Eddie sees his nose scrunch up in a sniff. Probably just from the run over here to make it on time.

“Welcome, everyone,” Mr. Smith pulls up a PowerPoint on the screen behind him, “Today’s lesson is going to cover the Renaissance, which is a period in time ranging from the 1400s to the 1600s. The Renaissance was a cultural movement that profoundly affected European intellectual life in the early modern period.”

A sound crackles through the air, and Eddie’s eyes snap back to Steve. He’s got his face buried in a tissue, eyes closed, blowing his nose for all he’s worth. Heat sparks to life low in Eddie’s belly. Oh god…is he-?

Mr. Smith shoots Steve a look over his glasses, waiting for him to finish. Steve sighs and swipes at his nose, managing to find a dry section of the ruined tissue. When he notices the professor’s gaze, he looks sheepish and whispers, “Sorry.”

Steve hides the crumpled tissue away in a pocket of his backpack and then pulls out a fresh one from – Is that a fucking car pack of Kleenex? Eddie wonders. Leave it to pretty-boy Steve to go out and buy the perfect size tissue box to fit in his backpack. Eddie would’ve just brought a roll of toilet paper.

With a nose that beautiful, he deserves the best, he can’t stop himself from thinking. Then he chastises himself for being so gone on this guy. He focuses back on his own notes, or rather, the doodle he’s already started, and tries not to be too much of a creep.

Mr. Smith drones on for several minutes, punctuated every so often by Steve’s wet sniffles. Eddie can see him rubbing the bridge of his nose out of the corner of his eye. He wonders if the whole class can hear him – auditoriums are designed to carry sound, after all – or if Eddie’s just hyper-aware.

The sniffles turn ominous, and Steve reaches for a tissue just as his breath starts to hitch. He holds it at the ready, splayed over both hands, inches from his face.

“Ha... ehh…hih…hih’AEESSHH’IUE!” The sneeze bursts from him as he snaps forward and buries his face in the waiting tissue. The sound ricochets throughout the room and lightning pulses through Eddie’s veins, white-hot. Oh fuck.

“’Scuse be,” Steve mumbles, his eyes glazed over as he snuffles up the loosened congestion.

Jesus, he’s actually really sick, Eddie thinks, his own elation at the sight at war with the pity he feels for the guy.

Mr. Smith gives a small, put-upon sigh. “Where was I? Oh yes - The unique political structures of Italy during the Late Middle Ages have led some to theorize that its unusual social climate allowed the emergence of a rare cultural efflorescence.”

Now that Eddie knows for sure that Steve is sick, it’s a struggle to keep his eyes off him. He doesn’t want to miss a moment; his gaze darts across the room without his permission, tracking every movement of those busy hands, the fluttering eyes, the flaring nostrils.

As the minutes tick by, anticipation curls warm through Eddie’s gut. Steve is holding a Kleenex in his hand, wiping his nose with it as subtly as he can, forced to breathe through his mouth due to the congestion that has taken up permanent residence deep in his sinuses.

Eddie wonders how long he’s been sick. If these are brand new symptoms or if he’s been suffering for the better part of a week. He looks contagious as hell, red nose constantly dripping into the tissue that he presses to his septum. Eddie feels for the students who were unlucky enough to sit next to him, but he would also happily take their place.

His thoughts are interrupted by a hitch in Steve’s breath, no doubt building to something more obscene and uncontrolled than the first go-round.

“Ehh… Oh god, haa-… hih-EETSSHHOO! Ha’AEESHHah!  Uhh…huh…ITTSCHHuh!” He groans, low and pained. “Oh bmy god. SNF. Sorry.” Eddie watches as Steve holds the destroyed tissue to his nose while fumbling in his bag for a fresh one. There’s no way that abused tissue contained all those haphazard sneezes. If the students next to him have to sit through an entire hour of that, they’re definitely screwed. Hell, Mr. Smith is probably screwed too, being directly in front of him, albeit several feet away.

“Are you quite finished?” Mr. Smith says primly.

“Ugh.” Steve gives a liquid sniffle and swipes under his nose with his bare hand. “I hobe so.”

Jesus Christ, Eddie is going to pop a semi in the middle of class. He slides his jacket off - it’s getting fucking hot in here anyway - and sets it over his lap.

The professor clears his throat and continues. “As I was saying, one theory is that the devastation in Florence caused by the Black Death, which hit Europe between 1348 and 1350, resulted in a shift in the world view of people in 14th century Italy.”

“Ha….HA’EHSSHHOO!” Steve’s whole body shakes with the strength of the sneeze, drenching his fistful of Kleenex. Oblivious to the teacher’s glare, Steve’s eyes flutter, his brows inching higher and higher with each sharp inhale, fighting against the prickling itch deep in his nose that’s begging for release.

“Italy was particularly badly hit by the plague,” Mr. Smith continues, pausing to direct a stern, pointed look at Steve. “And it has been speculated that the resulting familiarity with death caused thinkers to dwell more on their lives on Earth, rather than on spirituality and the afterlife.”

“Huh-ITTSSH’IEW!” The relentless barrage continues, Steve struggling helplessly against it. “uh…huh’GGKSSHH’IUE!”

Eddie stares, entranced. He can hear how wet they are, thick with mess that’s barely contained in the clump of increasingly soggy tissues Steve’s got a death grip on. Eddie gets another glimpse of Steve’s disobedient nose - pink, wet, and sore - as he pulls back from the tissues with a wobbly inhale, clearly not done. A flush darts up Eddie’s neck, his toes curling in his sneakers.

“It has also been argued that the Black Death prompted a new wave of piety, manifested in the sponsorship of religious works of art.” Mr. Smith soldiers on, agitation clear in his voice. “However, this does not fully explain why the Renaissance occurred specifically in Italy in the 14th centu-”

“Ahh…ihh…hih…HIH’EERRRSHH’IUE!” The last one tears through Steve in the middle of an attempt to grab a new batch of tissues. He curls into himself, unleashing the spraying sneeze across his lap and part of his desk. There’s a visible sheen on his cupid’s bow that he desperately swipes at with the back of his hand.

“Steve!” Mr. Smith says sharply. “I do not appreciate these interruptions!”

“I’b sigk, dude!” Steve argues, as if that isn’t obvious by the gurgling, cold-ridden noseblow that immediately follows. His features are a tired mix of annoyance and embarrassment.

“Please don’t call me dude, Steve.” Mr. Smith pins him with a flat look, clearly exasperated but unwilling to kick him out just yet. Steve glares at him.

“I’b sigk, professor – hih…ha’AESSHH’IEW!” The sneeze erupts from Steve, forceful and clearing. He puts much less effort into covering this one, holding the tissue inches away from his face and releasing a huge, spraying sneeze openly down onto it. Eddie can see the escaped stray droplets misting the air.

This motherfucker better not make me come in my pants, I swear to god, Eddie thinks as he adjusts himself, trying to find some kind of relief. He feels too hot in his own skin.

The students nearest Steve are leaning away from him in mounting horror, trapped without any open seats to flee to.

“If you’re feeling so poorly, why did you come to class today?” Mr. Smith radiates disapproval.

“Idt’s your attendance policy, bman.” Steve scrubs a finger back and forth under his raw nose. “I didn’t thigk it wa-aah…hah–Ha’ERRSHH’IUE!” The sneeze is only half-muffled against his fist, the rest scatters free into the air. “Ugh. Allowed.”

Mr. Smith’s mouth pulls into a frown. “Exceptions can be granted when there are legitimate… health reasons.” He eyes the growing pile of tissues on Steve’s desk with disgust, calculating the odds of how likely he is to catch his cold, no doubt increasing with every one of Steve’s careless, pathetic attempts at covering, with every slimy tissue added to the pile, cluttering up the desk, creating a foreboding minefield of germs.

Steve snorts up the clogged mess in his nose and clears his throat. He’s so congested that even his throat sounds thick with it. Pulling a tissue from his pack, he lays it across his cupped palms, ready, waiting.

“I didn’t thigk this would count. Idt’s just – heh – just a c-cold – Ha’GGSHT’CHUH!” His head snaps forward as he unleashes the sneeze vaguely downwards toward the tissue spread across his hands. Eddie can see the unrestrained spray of it swirling around in the several inches of open air between his agitated, rebellious nose and his hands.

He folds the splattered tissue up to release a crackling blow, so loud that Eddie thinks he must be doing it on purpose. When he’s done, Steve offers a pointed, “’Scuse mbe,” with a telling twist to his lips. Now apparently fully committed to his appearance as a plague rat, he breathes through his mouth, dabbing at his sore, chapped nose with the tattered remnants of the tissue. When he pulls it away, he has no shame – his red, glistening, contagious nose is on full display.

Oh, Eddie likes this one. A buzzy warmth fills him down to his toes, and he has to stop himself from shivering with it. His cock is rock-hard in his jeans. Has anyone ever died of blue balls? he wonders, shifting in his seat.

Rather than hiding it away in his backpack, Steve adds the sodden tissue to the pile on his desk like a challenge, trying to get a rise out of Mr. Smith. The brazen audacity of it is doing nothing to help the heat under Eddie’s skin.

“If you’re ill to the point of being a distraction in class, you should have emailed me, and I would have given my approval,” Mr. Smith says in a tense, clipped voice.

“I didn’t thigk I felt that ba-hah… bad – hih - odn the way over h-here,” he argues, quickly scrambling for a fresh tissue, “but I – huh… I cadn’t stob – ihh… s-sneeziihh… Ha-iih’ERRSSHH’IUE!” His brow furrows with the strength of it, shoulders curling in. He’s crumpled the tissue under his nose, anticipating the sheer amount of mess, which unfortunately leaves his mouth uncovered. The sneeze forces the breath from him in a violent gust that causes the used tissues on his desk to flutter and threaten to topple over the edge.

Eddie’s pulse jumps and he almost snaps his pencil in half, tapping his foot on the ground in an effort to not shake out of his skin with want. He tries not to openly stare as Steve pulls back the Kleenex from his face, having to pinch off the mess that still clings to him, wiping the spit from his lips with his other hand.

“Ugh, what a bmess.” Steve says, really playing it up. “Sorry. I’b trying to stob but they’re too strogg.”

“I can see that,” Mr. Smith grinds the words out between his teeth.

“I thigk I’b really contagious.” Steve presses the tissue to the underside of his tender, dripping nose. “I already godt all of mby roobmates sihh-sigk. Heh…Huh-HA’IIGGGHHH’SHOO! Ughhh. Trust mbe, you don’t want this…” He punctuates his warning with a truly miserable-sounding noseblow.

“I agree. We don’t need you getting the whole class sick.” Mr. Smith takes a few careful steps back, looking like he’d rather be running from the room entirely. “You can get the notes from one of your classmates.”

“Are you s-sure?” His nostrils flair and he cups a hand several inches from his face in a sluggish attempt to cover another impending outburst. “ihh – hih’iiiiGGHH’shue!” It scrapes from his throat, the last syllable drawn out into a pained exhale.

“Yes, I’m sure,” Mr. Smith says. Having reached the end of his rope, he points to the door. “Go. Before you infect us all with your pestilence.”

Satisfied, Steve gathers his things, touching them all with his germy hands in the process. The used tissues are scooped up and crammed into an open pocket in his backpack. The car-pack of tissues stays out. Clinging to it like a lifeline, Steve pulls two fresh ones from the cylinder.

“Thaggs, professor.” He quickly bunches the tissues to his face, his chest heaving with every hitch of his breath. “ahh… hiiiih… Hih’AAIIGH’shoo! SNF. I’ll see you next weegk.”

With that, he turns and makes his way up the stairs, pausing every few steps to shudder with a wrenching sneeze, barely contained in his damp fistful of Kleenex. Now that he’s not even trying to control them, it seems he’s completely at their mercy, pitching forward in several small fits, trying to cover as much ground as he can between them until he finally makes it to the door. Fumbling the clump of tissues into his pocket, he pulls at the door handle, finally making his escape into the hallway as an awkward hush settles over the rest of the class.

Mr. Smith attempts a joke and tries to refocus everyone’s attention. Eddie doesn’t hear any of it. His head feels all floaty and he’s trying not to come in his pants. That was insane. He blinks, trying to shake himself out of it.

By the time he’s managed to bring himself back to reality, Mr. Smith is making a show of marking off Steve’s excused absence. “Steve Harrington,” he announces as he notes it down, enunciating clearly as if to let the entire class know who’s to blame when half of them come down with this cold from hell.

Harrington. Something clicks in Eddie’s mind at that. Chrissy’s knowing smile flashes through the haze. A months-old memory washes over him in waves – she was telling him about some guy she made friends with in class… going on and on about him. About how one time he’d shown up for class sick as a dog, and how she wished Eddie could have been there - he’s just his type. She had wanted to introduce them.

At the time, Eddie’s interest had been piqued, how could it not? But this guy sounded like a Grade-A jock, and although he trusted Chrissy, Eddie dating a jock went against practically every facet of the Munson Doctrine. He had filed it directly under “Never Gonna Happen” in his brain, and they’d both forgotten about it, buried in finals, before heading off for winter break.

Since then, Chrissy might’ve mentioned her and Steve meeting up for coffee once or twice since they didn’t have a class together this semester, but her hopes of introducing them got lost in the throes of a busy Spring semester. If Eddie had known this was Chrissy’s Steve – a bit of a jock, sure, but still sweet and smart and with sneezes straight out of Eddie’s wildest fantasies – he sure as fuck would’ve made that introduction more of a priority.

Fuck. Now Eddie has to see if there’s still a shot. If Chrissy was going to introduce them, that means there’s a slim chance Steve might be into him, right? He’s going to text her as soon as class gets out and tell her he’s seen the light.

Eddie wonders if he could give Steve his notes from class. Didn’t the professor say something about that? Yeah, he’ll get his number from Chrissy, then bring him the notes… maybe some tea…

Shit, he’s got to get ahold of himself.

For once in his life, Eddie tries to take flawless notes. He’s only partially successful. It’s almost impossible to focus with replays of Steve’s little spectacle parading through his head. And if that wasn’t distracting enough, he can’t stop himself from imagining scenes from their future together like some kind of lovesick fool. He taps his pencil to the page, daring to hope.

He’ll start with notes and some tea.

[raphaelesbian]

Hi! I'm really interested in your Brother Sun AU. Admittedly I've only watched some parts of the series, but I would like to ask: how does Leo handle Raph's (fake) death? You mentioned about the one part of the au where Mikey accidentally takes Raph's pulse wrong, declares him dead, and Leo has a crash out. I would LOVE to hear more about Leo's reaction to the brother he arguable loves the most being dead. if you're willing to share.

aaaaaaaaaaa thank you for asking!!!!!! I have been lowkey obsessed with this AU for the past few weeks and would LOVE to share fhaksdlghlksdg. I do actually have a snippet I'll share of the actual Scene, but in a broader sense:

It happens right around where Leo and Raph both were starting to kind of settle in and like, feel like maybe they could actually stay here? When all this is over? I wouldn't necessarily say they OPEN UP lol, because Leo especially is very closed off, but they're both warming up to their younger brothers and really liking what it feels like to NOT live under Saki's thumb, for their reputations to matter LESS (though it has still followed them). Leo starts MAYBE thinking he'll be able to convince Saki to let the two of them stay in NYC

Obviously, this whole situation ruins that. The tiny amount he'd managed to open up is slammed shut. He still has a job to do, and he'll do it, but his interactions with the family beyond that are as short and impersonal as possible.

He basically tries really hard not to think about it so he doesn't fall apart, and shuts down any attempt to comfort him or talk about it.

I think, in any situation where he has to fight, he loses a bit of his polish. Like, I see Leo as a very efficient killer, while Raph is more erratic and excessive, and in the wake of his death, maybe Leo goes a bit overboard a few times—how else can he express his grief?

Basically any desire he had to stay in NY is gone. Not because he genuinely doesn't want to, but because he can't imagine having a better life without his brother. He doesn't deserve it on his own.

Scene under the cut

Leo was out of the car before it had even stopped moving, hand on his gun. He'd been gone for a day, and already Mom had been kidnapped and Mikey was off trying to save the day. He expected–... Well, he didn't know what he expected, but it wasn't anything good. Chaos, probably. The three of them sprinting away from a burning warehouse, maybe, Raph cackling with delight. 

What he got was Shen at a brisk walk, hand wrapped around Mikey's bicep. 

There was a faint buzzing in Leo's ears as he ran to meet them. There didn't seem to be anyone following, which was good, though he had to wonder how they'd managed to escape without any sort of tail. 

Mikey made a strangled sound, a wet-sounding gasp from their mother's side. Leo had moved to Shen's other side, watching their surroundings, but a quick glance revealed fat tears rolling down Mikey's cheeks. 

There was blood staining Mikey's hands. Splotching his cargo shorts. 

Leo's voice sounded far away to his own ears. “Raph?”

Mikey choked on a broken sob, and Leo's pace stuttered. Shen didn't reply, and it felt like his eyes moved through molasses as they turned from Mikey's wet, splotchy face to hers, staring resolutely forward. 

The buzzing became a dull roar, sending static through his skin. He felt, rather than heard, the scrape of his shoes against asphalt as the world ground to a halt, and Leo with it. “Mom, where's Raph?” 

Shen stopped walking, too, and Leo watched her take a breath, straighten her shoulders. 

Nevermind, he thought nonsensically. I changed my mind. Keep walking.

The whites of her eyes were pink when she looked back at him, but her voice was steady. “He protected the family.” 

Leo couldn't remember what happened next. He must have resumed walking, though it was impossible to imagine how, when the ground had so thoroughly crumbled beneath his feet. Must have watched their surroundings as they got into the car, and then climbed in after them. Must have watched the mirrors for anyone following, anything suspicious to be aware of, while Mikey bawled in the backseat and Donnie and Shen’s voices rose. 

He didn't know how long it had been when the static finally faded, but Leo recognized he was in their room, the door closed tight behind him. His breathing felt so loud, each ragged inhale something he had to think about. 

Raph's side was erratic, as usual. Just like him. Not messy, but not organized, either, with a shirt tossed across the bed and jewelry piled on the bedside table. One of his necklaces had been knocked to the floor, and Leo picked it up, rubbing the beads between his fingers. 

Dumbly, he wondered about Raph's stupid sai earring. Leo'd given it to him years ago, more as a joke than a real gift. Bright red and chrome, dangly in a way that begged to be torn out, practically a stereotype of insecure masculinity to wear a fake weapon in his ear. 

Raph had worn it almost every day since. Leo wondered what would happen to it, left on some dirty warehouse floor. Where it would be moved, if it even was. Leo was careful as he drew his legs up onto the bed, not wanting to disrupt the shirt laying across the pillow. It was one of his silk ones, and Raph always griped about how easily they wrinkled. He closed his eyes, focusing on his breathing and allowing himself to drift, away from that voice in his head screaming that he was alone.

fsahkgsklgsdg thank you again!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[astra-aeterna]

aced it - chapter 12

i wanna be clean when you say my name

[peers out from around the corner to make sure nobody wants to throw tomatoes at me about the last two cliffhangers]

hi. the moment you've all been waiting for! this chapter is... chapter 54 and 55 for this au if you catch my drift (do check the updated tags. it's pretty canon-typical but so you're aware!) enjoy <3

snippet below the cut

Feyre looked at her phone, at the plane tickets that would take her back home for Solstice break. 

Plane tickets that would take her hours away from Rhys.

Rhys, who she still hadn’t apologized to.

She’d meant to, honestly, but it had taken her a good four days to work on untangling the complicated knot of feelings in her gut enough to know what she wanted. And what she wanted was Rhys. 

And by that point, both of them had been knee deep in study materials for finals and resource managers for final research papers. Rhys was even worse off than she was, considering he had a concussion and wasn’t technically cleared to read or use his phone or computer yet. But the University didn’t much care for that particular recovery timeline— he’d only been given the reprieve of taking his exams online at home.

(Feyre only knew that because Mor had been keeping her updated.)

So she hadn’t sought him out to apologize, hadn’t wanted to distract him from the already difficult task of writing final papers and studying for final exams with a concussion. And it had also been a handy excuse to put off the terrifying conversation she knew they had to have eventually.

Besides, it wasn’t like Rhys had sought her out, either. 

But then again, she knew he was staying away because he thought it was what she wanted. Because he thought he wasn’t good enough for her. Because he probably thought he’d ruined things with her back in the hospital.

How was she supposed to leave Velaris when things between them were so messed up?

It wasn’t as if she was particularly fond of her family, anyway. And they weren’t particularly fond of her, either.

Between a Solstice (and birthday) spent with people who would only silently judge her and remind her that she wasn’t good enough for them, and a Solstice spent in a quiet house with Rhys, even if they hadn’t talked, Feyre knew there was a clear choice.

Her finger hovered over the button for a long while, but eventually, she swallowed, gathered up her courage, and pressed ‘cancel trip’.

And then she was left to figure out how the fuck she was supposed to make things better with Rhys.

She left him lying in a hospital bed, for fuck’s sake, she couldn’t just say sorry and think that would be the end of it. (Rhys would probably accept her ‘sorry’ and call things good, but Feyre wasn’t about to let herself off the hook any time soon.)

An idea occurred to her the day before she was originally supposed to leave– three days after the end of finals week. Three days of silence too many, but… well, Feyre didn’t have a time machine, so that was that. The problem with her idea was that she needed the living room and at least two or three uninterrupted hours.

With a sigh, she slipped out of her bedroom to go find Mor.

“So you need me to take Cass and Az out of the house tomorrow afternoon?”

Mor was grinning, her brown eyes sparkling warmly in the winter sunlight. She was far too thrilled about this turn of events, but at that point, Feyre didn’t begrudge her. She’d been hounding Rhys about confessing for longer than Feyre had been agonizing over her feelings, apparently, so she’d kind of earned the right to her glee.

“Yeah, please. I’m gonna do a whole thing, and I just… y’know. I’d rather nobody else walked in on it.”

“Can I request that if you fuck in the living room, you put a blanket down on whatever surface you’re doing it on beforehand? I don’t want to have to clean cum stains out of the couch cushions. Again.”

Feyre nearly choked. “I— gods, Mor, no, I just don’t want to have an audience for my inarticulate apology, that’s all. And… wait, what do you mean again?”

She laughed, a beautiful, melodic sound, and shook her head in fond exasperation. “Cassian has the self-awareness of a drunk bumblebee, especially when he’s turned on, so…”

“Ew,” she groaned. “Didn’t need to know that, actually. And I’ll be avoiding the couch from now on.”

“Oh, don’t be a pussy, it’s fine. I cleaned it!”

“Okay, okay, fine,” Feyre laughed. “I’ll chill. But you can make sure we have the place to ourselves tomorrow afternoon?”

Mor’s smile softened as she grabbed Feyre’s hand. “Absolutely. I’ll take them out to the movies, and then we’ll get food or go for a drive or something. You’ve got this, honey. You’ll do great.”

She snorted. “At least one of us has faith in me.”

“Hey, none of that now. You’ve got this. Believe in yourself! Or, at the very least, believe me, because I’m basically never wrong.”

Feyre spent the entire morning worrying. 

Worrying that the food she’d ordered wouldn’t arrive in time. Worrying that she wouldn’t have enough time to set up once Mor got the boys out of the house. Worrying that Rhys wouldn’t want to talk to her at all. Worrying that she might have fucked things up irreparably.

Even a scalding hot shower and an hour with a paintbrush and her watercolors didn’t help.

She knew she wouldn’t settle until she knew Rhys would still want to talk to her. Because as painful as it would be if he rejected her romantically, she was pretty sure she’d die if he left her life completely. If the only way she could have him was as a friend, she’d just have to learn how to make that good enough for her.

When Mor called her goodbyes as Feyre lounged on the couch, pretending to read a book, she scurried up to her room to grab her laundry basket full of supplies: as many soft blankets as she could pack in and her laptop.

It didn’t take her as long as she had feared to set up the nest of blankets and pillows on the floor of the living room. She was just rearranging the coffee table so they could use it to eat when her phone buzzed with the notification text that her food had arrived.

The warm, spiced smell of Sevenda’s cooking filled her nose as soon as she picked up the bag from the front steps. Her food was always to die for, rich and filling and tasting like… home. Not like the food that Feyre had grown up on, but like food that was made with love, in a kitchen full of laughter and joy. It was Rhys’s favorite restaurant and had quickly become hers as well.

She queued up what Mor had told her were Rhys’s favorite holiday movies on her laptop, then hooked it up to the TV. Fuck concussion protocol. He’d been taking his finals on his laptop anyway, and it was the holidays. A few movies couldn’t hurt.

Breathe, Feyre reminded herself as she poured two mugs of rich hot cocoa and plopped fluffy marshmallows into each of them. Breathe. You got this.

Once the spread of their favorite meals from Sevenda’s was set up on the coffee table, complete with the mugs of cocoa and glasses of water, Feyre swallowed thickly, steeling her nerves, then ascended the stairs.

[libraryofgage]

WIP Weekend (again, yes lol)

This series (I'm calling it Final Girl Steve) is the reason I haven't updated my tumblr series lately because I've been possessed by the muse lmao

Anyway, you can blame @whatthemeepever and the following picture from a mostly obscure 80s time travel show for the absolutely wild AU this has become

Bonus points to anyone for managing to guess how this picture relates to anything lmao

And now the snippet:

“So,” Eddie says, trying to find that confidence from earlier but falling so short that all he manages to say is, “you like horror.”

What the fuck? No, seriously, where the fuck is that smooth talk from earlier? How is it fair that the moment Eddie thinks Steve isn’t the Rich Scion of a Golden Boy he immediately rolls a nat 1 on charming him?

Somehow, though, it must be the right thing to say, because Steve’s shoulders slowly relax and he glances at the book in Eddie’s hand. “Yeah, uh, they’re good books,” he says, licking his lips before asking, “Have you read any of them?”

“Frankenstein for class,” Eddie says, looking down at Carmilla and idly flipping through the pages. It’s not a long book, but the writing is old, the kind that makes his head hurt when he has to analyze it. “And some Poe. The ones about the heart under the floor and the wine cellar.”

“The Tell-Tale Heart and The Cask of Amontillado,” Steve says, the names falling from his lips so naturally Eddie wonders if Steve had predicted what he’d say and gotten them ready. It reminds Eddie of the way he can spout Black Sabbath song titles on command if someone only asked. “I like The Cask of Amontillado more because it’s kind of funny. What dumbass wouldn’t notice himself getting sealed in?”

Eddie snorts and slides Carmilla back into its spot on the shelf. “Wasn’t he distracted or something?” Eddie asks. 

“Still. I’d notice if something like that were happening.”

“Sure,” Eddie says, grinning when Steve glares at him. There’s no heat behind his gaze, though. “Anyway, you still want that joint?”

[kipperlillycopperkettle]

wip snippet ask game

was tagged by @grasslandgirl my beloved fellow mutual in long unfinished fics and a million wips <3 thank you so so much for tagging me <3333333 this is also only my fic folder bc otherwise this list would be a million times longer and it's already long enough. also stealing from sav and putting the fandom in parenthesis next to the titles. also i chose not to include the wip titles that got asked last time that i have made absolutely no progress on in the last year and two months because i have made no progress on them and have nothing new to say about them :(

“Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag people! This isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? DnD campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!”

bad ends for hardwon & moonshine (naddpod)

marvel fic (thg)

bad kids parent issues

never tasted as sweet a poison as you have. (thg)

d20 rarepair zine original (d20, acoc)

i fought and fought hard and i should've died. (thg)

callieder fic (naddpod, c3)

i know there's something waiting for us in the light. (d20, tuc)

penny fic (d20, the seven)

die trying right now. (incryptid)

and it's hard to be at a party when i feel like an open wound. (d20, spyreverse thg au)

delly tribute au fic (thg)

fig & being a tiefling (d20, fh)

the bad kids road trip (d20, fh)

please tell me someday i'll at least be able to sleep. (d20, spyreverse thg au)

thg daemons (thg)

cashmere fic (thg)

the kind of radiance you only have at seventeen. (thg)

i spend nights stitching up the loose threads of my soul. (d20, spyreverse thg au)

patia fic (exu calamity fic)

fate is to all appearance more unavoidable than unexpected. (thg)

evil pete fic (d20, tuc)

we must be killers. (the old guard)

i can take a hit i ain't scared of the pain. (thg)

let's raise a glass to all the people you're not speaking to. (d20, aso)

everyone thinks that they're too young to die. (d20, spyreverse thg au)

pamelia fic (d20, acoc)

haymitch fic (thg)

[first house discord exchange fic] [*this is not the actual name of the doc i just needed to redact it for spoilers reasons bc i can't talk abt it yet] (tlt)

katniss sole victor au (thg)

cytherea and pro (tlt)

only code it knows is rote survival. (thg)

og lyctor secret history (tlt)

caramanda (d20, acoc)

kasya fic (d20, acoc)

my titles are so simple (unless i actually manage to name the fic before i finish it) mostly bc i have a million docs in my google drive and i want to be able to find what i want to write quickly. i say this as though half the time searching a character's name won't get me to the doc i want faster than digging through my google docs but still

tagging: @cav-core, @dubiousfruitsalad, @browncesario, @aberfaeth, @nakdraws, @thelongestwalk, and anyone else who wants to do it (this means you who is reading this) <3333 also if i tagged you and you don't want to do it do NOT feel obligated mwah love u <33333

[cataschism-moving]

do you think beth was more privy to information on her brother than hannah? ie his mental health? additionally — we see beth’s hair longer in the portrait with her family but she has the blunt bangs started — by the time we see her, her hair is more definitively cut to mark her different as hannah — do you see that as beth starting to find her own identity? or something else entirely?

was there ever a time it was hard to have an individual identity? would she have continued to struggle with that had she lived?

and does she see herself autonomously or just part of a greater whole?

I think Beth was somewhere privier to Josh’s mental health without actually being allowed in. Josh might have told her snippets, but I think what she actually heard was mostly from their parents’ arguing about treatments, therapy sessions, and psychiatrists. I think Beth was a very quiet child and sister, and so often just hung around doorways when she heard arguing and would stick out the fight to know what was going on. I think Beth was often like that - always refusing to keep her head out of other people’s business, always wanting to know more, and be in the middle of everything. I think it kind of wrenched at her to not be knowledgeable about something.

In the same vein, I think she very much hated not being listened to when she offered advice, and also hated not being listened to when she gave unsolicited advice. Her thing with pairs and not trusting Mike felt obvious to her and so she was supremely irritated up until the end that Hannah believed Mike, even when Beth told her she shouldn’t. I think the fact that Josh didn’t tell her how his mental health was saved him a lot of unsolicited advice from Beth about how to manage it.

(More under cut)

To the hair question, I think it was actually less for Beth and more for Hannah, in a weird way. I think it was less for Beth to differentiate herself from Hannah, and more giving Hannah an opportunity to shine without having to change. I think Beth was far more the willing sister to commit to the initiative, and so just cut her hair to help Hannah define herself without having to ask Hannah to change first. 

I think, much like her advice, this “change” is unsolicited, &. Beth did not ask Hannah if she felt like a difference was needed between them for two full personhoods. I think that was entirely Beth deciding for Hannah that someone needed to change first. ( i also think beth blamed this “change” for hannah’s death, had she survived, because maybe if both of their hair styles were the same they wouldn’t have bullied hannah &. split it between bullying them both. )

So, tldr, not a change to differentiate Beth from Hannah, but to make Hannah shine by herself. I think Beth views herself as not even sacrificial but just kind of the one between them who takes the leaps.

I talk about it here, but I think due to the fact that Beth views people in twos she doesn’t like having her own identity. I think she would have majorly struggled with having her own identity or going into her own field if they both lived. Truthfully, I think the only way Beth can be a person on her own terms is if Hannah died, and only then. Otherwise she would’ve tried to restring her entire life into becoming a pair or some kind of complementary field to Hannah, and would have really messed up her life in the process.

I think having a separate identity of her siblings is really uncomfortable for Beth. I legitimately do not think she knows who she is without them &. it’s partly why, in her swap au where she’s the sole Washington kid, she’d be much more outright on the “psychological warfare” aspect than Josh, who was pretty contained. She’d literally have nothing to go off of, and so would just go off.

To the final question, I think she definitely views herself as a part of an whole. Her siblings specifically are her whole, and since the kids bullied Hannah, they didn’t fit in her whole. Her parents were included in a greater whole, but because she didn’t wanna go into film she felt separated from them.

Beth has to live in the context of other people, because I don’t think she knows what that Beth underneath looks like. &. honestly I don’t think she wants to. I think it’s why the creature verse (survives instead), stranger verse (where she relies on Jack as his protege to sort of define her existence) and the swap au (where she has no one to pair up with) make her the most interesting. It defies where I place her core and her values, so she literally has to rebuild herself from the ground up.

Thank you for asking!

[hyperfixation-or-death]

Um, if your ask game's still going:

59. Lying curse/forced to lie about something- Victor Deslandes?

Okay, I tried to write the lying curse in a fantasy AU. Didn't work. Then I tried to write it in a vigilante AU. Didn't work. Then I came back, noticed the "forced to lie about something" part of the prompt, and had another AU idea that ultimately did not work either. Finally, I decided to just set the snippet in regular post-canon, and lo and behold, I managed to write something. (The lying isn't technically forced, but. That did not entirely occur to me until halfway through.) It kind of ran away from me, and I'm not completely sure whether or not I like it, but here you go!

Victor Deslandes wasn't great at lying. But he needed his phone, because it was the only way to contact Bilal and Romane outside of school. And maybe it was because of Romane's newfound separation anxiety, or maybe it was because Bilal had started having nightmares, or maybe it was just Victor making excuses because he couldn't handle being alone again, but whatever the reason, the thought of not being able to contact them was making him want to throw up. It was an obvious problem with an obvious solution. Lie. Convince his parents he's sorry, convince them he thinks the whole fight was his fault, convince them to stop being furious with him. This was going to suck.

[timeskip]

"I'm sorry." He mumbled, trying very hard not to grit his teeth. His mom looked skeptical, and his dad looked ready to pounce on any hint of disrespect, he needed to elaborate right now to make this work. "I…I was really tired, and-" They were definitely going to call that an excuse. "-I'm not saying it's an excuse." He needed to slow down, he almost snapped that last part, they were just going to get more annoyed, and then he wouldn't be able to talk to Romane or Bilal unless he was at school. And it would be his parents' fault, because he hadn't even done anything this time. They were the ones who had accused him of cheating on homework assignments with literally no evidence. So he got mad, and they got mad that he was mad, and suddenly even Sam's desperate attempts at changing the topic weren't enough to prevent the inevitable trainwreck. Victor's eyes were starting to burn. This was stupid. This was stupid, and he hated this whole situation. Just get through it, he repeated in his head. Be convincing, and then you can go back to your room and pretend this never happened. "I shouldn't have snapped at you. It won't happen again, and I'm really sorry." Hopefully, they couldn't tell the difference between almost crying because he was angry and frustrated, and almost crying because he genuinely felt bad. Victor studied the floor. There was one dead ant in the corner. His mom would hate that. "Okay. Thank you for apologizing." It was impossible to tell whether his dad believed him or not, but his tone made it clear that the discussion was over. They hadn't taken his phone. His parents had (probably) bought the act. As his dad turned back to the email he had been reading, his mom placed a hand on Victor's arm. "You know we don't like having these conversations with you, Victor." He nodded, resisting the urge to jerk his arm back. She smiled, and let go of his arm. Victor managed a faint imitation of a smile, and hurried back upstairs.

[timeskip]

Now, Victor was sitting on his bed, considering whether anyone would notice if he started screaming into a pillow. He felt almost sick with fury, and he didn't even know why. He had gotten what he wanted, and it wasn't like it was the first time he'd had to apologize for something that wasn't his fault. But the 'why' of it didn't really matter, because he was starting to feel the energy of his powers involuntarily tugging at his hands, and that was kind of terrifying. He was getting better at controlling the powers, though. Even if the headache got worse the longer he pushed back the energy, it was better than risking the alternative. Better than doing something that couldn't be undone. Someone knocked on the door. Three knocks in a row, which meant it was almost definitely Sam. "Who is it?" Victor called anyways, just to be annoying. Instead of answering, Sam nudged the door open and stepped inside. "Hey." Victor glanced at him, and realized there was a bag in his hand. "You doing okay?" "Nope. What's in the bag?" "Well, you said that not using your powers when you're upset gives you a headache, so I thought it would probably stop that from happening if you had-" Victor caught a glimpse of the bag's contents, and cut him off. "You stole a bunch of plants for me to murder?" "I didn't steal them, they were on the side of the road." Victor couldn't help but snicker at the offense in Sam's voice, and reached for the bag. "Thanks." "Sure." Sam smiled. There was a short pause as Victor dug through the bag, pulling out a dandelion that was already half-wilted. "Did you get grounded?" Sam asked, somewhat cautiously. Victor closed his hand around the stem of the dandelion, and it shriveled up completely. "Nope."

Thank you so much for the ask!!!

[silenthillmutual]

i keep looking at my own fic ideas from like a couple years ago that i have outlines for and going "wow, i really don't want to write these!" so here's a comprehensive list of fanfics i still have on my desktop which i have started but made litle progress on:

masterpiece theatre - an akira/mob psycho 100 crossover. the premise of this one was that tetsuo managed to create an alternate universe at the end of the film/manga, which was the mp100 universe. he's just kind of there trying to live a normal life while navigating the trauma from his past life. naturally this does not work out well and he winds up both meeting people from the akira 'verse and people from the mp100 'verse. i think i had in mind that it would end roughly around the first season of mp100. anyway this was roughly inspired by my musings about mp100 reminding me of a sort of inverse of akira's storyline that i can no longer articulate because it has been years since i read mp100 all the way through.

cause - this was just going to be a complete rewrite of rebel without a cause where i fixed what i saw as a pacing issue with the film and also gave more context to the characters' lives because i have a love/hate relationship with the original

it's not my party, but i'll still cry if i want to - a really short fic that was taking characters from rebel without a cause and plopping them into a modern 'verse just for the sake of having jim infodump about the 50s while sulking because he thinks judy & plato are doing something together and generally having rsd

where worlds collide and days are dark - all i got is that it's for mgs and i still have a hold of this document despite it just being snippets of fic i wrote like years ago.

statement of daniil dankovsky // statement of artemy burakh - magnus archives crossovers for pathologic, the first one being daniil's statement about the world being alive (based on pathologic classic) and the second one being artemy's statement about seeing daniil die, only to be "replaced" by another actor the following day while everyone else acts like nothing ever happened.

when you finally get involved, face to face - danganronpa ishimondo fic that was a project to see if i could focus long enough to write 100k. instead of getting together as teenagers, the fic would take place over the span of 10 years, where they'd get together as adults. i was really excited about this one when i started it, but people started being transmisogynist in the comments so i stopped working on it and got into pathologic instead.

a document titled 'cool ishimaru has a chill day with boyfriend' which i think was about ishimaru discovering he's trans, that was meant to be a non-despair au and with everyone being generally supportive of him.

flaws - danganronpa fic where taka talks to makoto about feeling possessive and how horrible it feels but i never actually finished or published it. it's pretty much done now... i could go back and edit it down to where i'm satisfied with it but i don't know :/

i wanna ruin our friendship (we should be lovers instead) - some kind of au where either it's non-despair or everyone lives... it was going to have hina and taka bonding over having crushes on their best friends who are oblivious. it was gonna be from hina's pov bc i love her

in the middle - okay this one i swear i will write one day... whenever i replay trigger happy havoc... it was going to be a polyamory fic where mondo is dating chihiro, who used to date taka and desperately wants mondo and taka to be friends. they'd be in college here. chihiro is transfem and taka is transmasc and mondo realizes he's nonbinary i think was a plot point. anyway,

an untitled danganronpa fic wherein hope's peak decides the classes need mentors and taka picks juzo, w ho came out of the closet for the express purposes of getting out of having to mentor anybody. but taka thinks it was very brave of him and wants advice on coming out despite being a public figure.

letters - this was just going to be eight, thirty-one from taka's pov

jojo's despaire adventure - jojo characters put in a danganronpa situation. pretty sure polnareff was going to be the protag of this one. it was going to be a simulation dio was running to try and rewrite the universe, hence why so many characters from so many parts were there and also had no memory of each other. i think kakyoin was going to be the first casualty.

all of my started but unfinished assorted jjba works you can still find on ao3: next chapter of cherry wine was going to have a karaoke section because fox gave me the funniest image of hol horse singing a shitty maroon 5 song. i have no idea where i was headed with heads on a science apart. not sure what the next chapter of heart of glass was going to be and i don't feel like pulling up the outline but i can tell you how it ended if anyone is curious about that. she told me to come but i was already there - there was going to be a battle of the bands kind of thing wherein we were going to get hol horse singing 'ride a horse, save a cowboy'. that was the highlight of the chapter and i don't remember what else i had planned for it. starfish crusaders was going to have a mechanic where some of the joestars were part merpeople and could transform at will. warmth, though, i have no idea where i was going with that.

alexithymia - a patho fic exploring the turmoil of not knowing, understanding, or articulating your own feelings. with daniil, of course.

something just titled 'angst outline' that is for a long form pathologic angst fic i was never going to write because i was convinced nobody was going to read it. it was going to be burda but with even more problems and issues and angst for the sake of angst.

a fic about artemy's insomnia

some unspcified fics about daniil being autistic

bio murky - okay this is really obvious but the reason to read the fic was that it was transmasc artemy. essentially artemy and daniil met and hooked up and maybe started falling in love in the capital and then artemy left for home unexpectedly... because he was pregnant. i think this was going to be an everyone lives kind of au or potentially even a no-sand pest au.

a blurb about andrey and his bipolar disorder

e pluribus unem - if i ever actually write this one i'll have to find a title that won't invoke such a knee-jerk reaction but anyway this was a fic about daniil going about wooing artemy by making amends/friends with those of artemy's bound. it was going to be told in little shorts of daniil meeting with the kids. originally i wrote this from daniil's pov but i think if i write this one i'll do it from the kids' povs.

a blurb about daniil having a breakdown after the end of classic

let's climb the cliff edge and jump again - this was gonna be a fic about daniil and andrey's tentative friendship in university where andrey is a horrible influence, a horrible friend, and a horrible brother. it was loosely inspired by my toxic girl friendships i had in college [a/n: i was a girl in college] and the first time i got high. i wanted it to be My Dandrey Fic but without happy dandrey at the end... hints of griefdrey instead... and again thinking about andrey's bipolar disorder because i'm always thinking about it!

a mark/rubin fic that was gonna be nsfw.

mystical inclinations - a soulmate au with tattoos i think? polyamory and platonic soul mates were going to be a thing in this au but i kind of don't remember what i was doing with it.

another pregame burda au

a fic i started where rubin is mortified to be caught in between artemy and daniil's...whatever

a fic about artemy & daniil's first kiss

talk too much - daniil, who is usually a smoother talker, has a habit of sticking his foot in his mouth whenever artemy is around

another fic entry in my modern au thing, where artemy's kids meet daniil for the first time

vince malum bono - clara talking to each of her bound on the last few days of the plague, patho-2 version

when my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold, dark earth - this was going to be mashing up daniil and artemy's routes (and at the end, clara's as well). with burda. of course.

when the day met the night - burda fic where daniil is about to get taken out by the government because he's a criminal against common sense and good morals, and artemy panics and tells the emmisaries who show up that they can't take daniil because they are to be married, and they can't take the menkhu's husband. and of course the emmissaries aren't stupid so they say they'll be back for the wedding. very romcom.

[mamamittens]

Got a new keyboard for Christmas and decided to test it out by writing a little snippet of that fucky hitman AU from a while back.

Starters: the very nice keyboard is LOUD AS SHIT and I type fairly fast so... I may buy some dampeners just so I don't give any war vets 'Nam flashbacks or something. Very nice sound otherwise but at the speeds I'm typing it's very distracting if I slow down suddenly and speed back up. Noticable, I suppose. Apparently little o-rings are one of the ways you shut these up a bit besides foam mats...

Life is weird sometimes.

Anyway!

It was nice! Only writing I got done today lol, and very odd to remember how much I wanted it to be a genuine question if Thatch was going to change his mind/realize he's crushing on Nikia or end up legit murdering her.

Does add suspense though! So that's fun!

Personally hoping to buy the last parts I need for my computer soon, so you guys may be subjected to video game rants soon, sorry not sorry.

May post the snippet I wrote as a fun, snazzy gift and apology for not putting anything out recently. I don't tend to fall asleep easy, so with work as busy (not as busy as it needs to be, legitimately speaking, new bosses just have shit time management so we're definitely getting more overtime than needed) I haven't been sleeping much. Which isn't strictly new, but with so many hours I've been just... Staying fatigued lol

Really wish I didn't work Sunday too but it's not a 12 hour shift so I guess I have that going for me.

In another life, I wouldn't be so shy and nervous and I'd be a sugar baby without any of these money problems. But alas, it takes a special kind of confidence to do that so ¯⁠\⁠_⁠༼⁠ ⁠ಥ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠ಥ⁠ ⁠༽⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Unexpected snow fairy bread ramble below

Funny idea, sugar baby Nikia... Maybe my next ramble will be about that (edit after: whoops too late). Funnier if Thatch and Izou don't originally start off looking for a sugar baby, but are just desperate to worm their way into Nikia's life. I think Thatch specifically would try and make it a little more exclusive because he's a generous man, but he doesn't like actively sharing with a lot of people, especially partners. Or maybe he'd work out very specific boundaries about that... Hmm. Have to think about it. Would be a turn if Izou was the more possessive lover despite Wano doing the whole harem thing. Maybe he gets aggressive about it before talking about his actual problem in a slight bout of emotional constipation.

Like, rough sex or at least aggressive foreplay. Ah, but I don't see Nikia being much of a physical type of sugar baby. Pictures and voice messages? Phone sex? Maybe. Probably more of a 'girlfriend you do light sex stuff with but mostly wanna be lightly mommied about your life stress' so most of her stuff is offering a sympathetic ear to lonely men.

But not likely to do actual sex.

A work from home type of sugar baby, I suppose you could say. Maybe a dinner for a very favored sugar daddy (laughing at the idea of tiered services, based on price and mostly vibes, and Thatch/Izou working very hard to reach the high level needed for in person dates, let alone sex).

I don't even know if sugar babying can work like this. Probably? I can see some rich dudes not wanting to do in person stuff for reputation reasons but eager for the other stuff. And if you're good enough in just about any industry, you get to set your own rules to at least a point.

Izou cashing in a tier reward to watch/get ready for bed with her through face time, which is the least sexy option on paper. And she's surprised he's interested in seeing her least curated self possible. But it turns out surprisingly nice, with him complimenting or recommending better skin care products for her. Hair tips. He's got a very good face card that requires upkeep, after all. He's not totally a saint though, having paid a little extra for some groping as she applies lotion all over.

He sends her a basket of her favorite care supplies, some of his recommendations, and a bottle of his cologne as a gift afterwards, as thanks for the clipped video of her teasingly applying lotion to various parts of her body.

Thatch is probably weak enough to cave for a video session after a long week. And only mostly regret not having his hands on her for real in that moment. Without her to physically distract him, he's very mouthy and describes in detail what he'd be doing if he was there in person. Guiding her through the session with a husky voice, praising her as she falls apart. His cock throbbing in his grip as he makes a mess of himself too. Very pleased at how surprised she looks at the end.

She gets a very nice basket of bath supplies and pajamas, with a note about how nice it would be to see her using it.

Thatch almost screams at a calendar confirmation later that week for another video session simply titled "bath". Izou offers double to join and grins as it's accepted along with a form of request able supplies to be used. Half of it the expected bath supplies. Soaps, scrubs, masks, and whatnot (basically if they want a literal bath time routine) and the other half being various toys (if this is an excuse for water sex, basically).

Her set up is pretty professional looking, with good angles and cameras. Very worth it, though they'd still be willing to drop just as much cash if it was just a shitty phone camera honestly. The quality is just better appreciated.

This is a lot of thought for a random excuse to write multiple sex scenes, ngl

Would be interesting practice tho, at different set ups. Don't think I've ever written phone sex before actually...

Food for thought!

[sanchoyo]

anyway. youtuber OC AU

-mira would have a sakura-hime/magical girl manga/anime focused analysis and theory channel. all of her videos are like 3-4 hours long and involve corkboards. she posts on a very strict regular schedule. she WILL argue in the comments too. until masayume is made the comment moderator and she is RUTHLESS with blocking comments that even dare suggest her girl is wrong, lmao. masayume is well known as her mod and will usually leave very long comments of her own on mira's videos (she is also one of the first ppl to view each of them) that will get voted to the top (and theres always people replying like 'how are you so fast and also on ALL of her videos??' and other people being like 'lol hii mod masayume thanks for your hard work <3!!' she doesnt have a huge following, it's kind of niche, but there is a Small dedicated fanbase.

-persimmon's channel has an ungodly amount of subscribers, like well over 5 mil. she does GRWM/makeup stuff and storytimes + vlogs. shes got a very chill vibe while talking abt the most insane stories u can imagine. and then sometimes she'll upload a wildcard video like 'i made a wardrobe app then programmed my mirror to it so I can play dressup IRL before getting dressed' and people are like. are you an engineer too, what?? and she'll just drop the github code for the thing with easy instructions like nbd. all of her titles are lowercase and theres never clickbait even if they can sound like it 'the time i worked at a shady cafe with a dark secret in the basement'...

-aqua would have the vibe of very early poppy content. like kind of ominous artsy stuff that isnt very long or its just her filming tiny snippets of things she thinks are cool and posting with no description. she had no following until some rando found it, got confused, and posted to reddit, where a bunch of theories about it got started. people are convinced its some kind of ARG and are trying to solve it. theres nothing to solve, but aqua thinks its really cute and will make references to the ARG/fake hints because it seems like people are having fun?? shes not actually TRYING to be weird or mysterious about anything?? occasionally she'll cameo in persimmon's videos and people are like 'crossover of the century?? how do they know each other???'

-sapote would be someone who had a lot of controversies/problematic content in the past but since has mellowed out and just does random podcast guest appearances and has her own now that she posts to youtube only. she will have the most random guests on from both the mews and aliens side and talk about basically anything. a lot of people dont like her still but no one can really deny her content is very entertaining (trashy reality tv kind of funny) and she's gone viral several times. when people find out her and persimmon (who has a mostly positive rep) are related they lose their minds and persi ends up having to block all comments abt sapote on her videos. she's the type you'd think 'wow i used to watch them all the time as a kid, wonder what theyre doing now..' then when you check you're floored at how much she's calmed down!!

-queen has a science channel where she explains really difficult concepts in accessible ways, usually in bite-sized videos to make them even more digestible. arilla would keep her on a good schedule for posting (I do not think she would have a decent schedule on her own, he would basically be her channel manager) her videos would have a verrrry high production value. she would be a youtube darling whose praised for being unproblematic and helpful, until the internet goes CRAZY at some big scandal she does. if youre wondering what the scandal is you'll have to watch a like, 5 hour explanation video because its so convoluted and several other youtubers of other genres are involved?? she goes awol for like a month to lay low them comes back with a ukulele apology. it is very passive aggressive and never directly addresses what shes apologizing for, either

-cara would not be a youtuber. she's a tumblrina.

[toroshitken]

thank you for liking the comic!

despite all of the SH are in the bad timeline state and probably won’t reconcile/rediscover themselves until they’re 60(for this 40sanji case- regaining his memories)- I feel like drawing 19luffy to hug him//

[dysco-lymonade]

Clexa #7

7. Visiting them at their place of work.

It’s like you’re in my head, Anon. I’m thinking of posting on this AU as a series of snippets to ease myself back into the game.

Lexa tugs her jacket tighter around her shoulders as she faces the cool midnight breeze of downtown polis. She has two blocks to figure out what she’s going to talk to Clarke about tonight. She can only small talk about the weather so many times before the blonde thinks she’s got as much depth as a puddle.

Lexa had just barely managed to get her latest assignment submitted before the 11:59pm cut-off time, and her one and only motivation was seeing the corner store clerk on her way home.

She picks up her pace as she sees the neon store sign up ahead. The mantra of ‘don’t fuck this up, be cool, be brave, be suave,’ running through her mind on a loop. She pushes her way through the door, ready to plaster on her most casual grin as she makes eye contact with the cashier, only to falter in her steps.

Instead of seeing Clarke, she holds the gaze of a floppy-haired frat boy, who looks all-too-pleased to see her walking through the door.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Lextra Woods.”

“Bite me, Collins.”

“God, I would love to.” He retorts with a smarmy grin.

Lexa rolls her eyes and moves on to the drink coolers. Of course, Finn fucking Collins works here too. Finn fucking Collins, the bane of her existence. Beta Fish Chi fucking- whatever frat president Finn fucking Collins. The boy had been making her life an absolute living hell for the better part of the semester. Every time she would cozy up in her favorite corner of the student library to work on her assignments, in would walk (read: stampede) Finn fucking Collins and his gaggle of pledges. Lexa wasn’t even convinced he was part of an actual fraternity, but rather, just trying to have every guy at Polis U begging to be his friend.

She scoffs as she yanks a bottle of water from the cooler.

“Rough night?” She hears from behind her, ready to turn on a dime and give Finn fucking Collins what for.

Only she turns around and is met with the cool blue gaze of none other than Clarke Griffin. She damn near drops the water bottle.

“Oh- uh, yeah. You could say that.” She mentally slams her head into the glass door of the drink cooler. “Better now, though!” She pulls what she hopes is a charming smile onto her face. In reality, Lexa is pretty sure she looks like a serial killer.

“So… Lextra, huh? Interesting name.” Clarke flirts, actually goddamn flirts, with that mouthwatering bite of her bottom lip.

“Lexa… actually. Collins is total tool. Thinks everyone deserves a nickname.”

“Don’t I know it; he won’t stop calling me ‘Princess’ and I want to vomit every time he says it.” Clarke rolls her eyes and moves towards a rack of potato chip bags to presumably reorganize them.

“How utterly condescending of him.” Lexa picks at the label of the water bottle for a moment, contemplating asking, but eventually goes for it. “I really haven’t given you my name after all this time?”

Clarke shakes her head in the negative. “Nope.” She pops the ‘p’, of course she does. “I’ve been fiddling with a few possibilities. Heather seemed too uptight, Brittany too lackluster, I knew it had to be something more unique.” She winks. Actually goddamn winks, and Lexa damn near passes out.

“I would say thank you, but I didn’t pick my name.” Way to be suave, Woods, get it together. “I’m glad I ran into you, actually.” There she is. “I wanted to ask you something. I haven’t seen you on campus, but I’m assuming since we seem to be the same age, that you must go to Polis U. Otherwise why would you work so close?” Stop rambling, get to the point! “Anyway. There’s this fundraiser. It’s more of a bar-crawl, honestly, but it’s to support my program. You buy a wrist band, and the proceeds go to the Law department… I know, bar-hopping for the law… kind of silly…” GET TO THE POINT “Anyway, I wanted to see if you might want to come along with me?”

By the time Lexa is finished rambling, Clarke’s eyebrows have pretty much reached her hairline. But the soft smile on her face, and subtle tilt of her head give Lexa pause. Maybe she didn’t totally fuck this up.

“I did go to Polis.” Oh, did she graduate already? “But I had to take a leave of absence.” Interesting… “And I can’t actually go with you.” Clarke bites her lip, but not in a flirty way. Lexa tilts her head, clearing asking the blonde to continue. “Look, Lexa…” Oh god, this isn’t good. Abort. ABORT. “No, no! It’s not you.” Oh god, I’m going to hurl. “Fuck. That sounds terrible but it’s NOT! Listen, come here for a minute?” Clarke starts making her way toward the back room of the store.

“Clarke, it’s fine. Seriously, you don’t have to expl-“

Before Lexa can finish, Clarke has yanked the right leg of her jeans up to expose her ankle.

Her ankle, currently sporting a thick black band with what appears to be a large battery pack attached to it.

“Uh, Clarke I’m not sure I understand.”

“I’m on house arrest. Well, house and work arrest, I guess.”

Lexa blinks once, not fully grasping the situation.

“I got into some trouble, nothing serious. I didn’t hurt anyone or anything. I just. I can’t go anywhere other than my house or work… for now. I have an appeal hearing in a few weeks.”

“Oh my god. I thought you were just feeding me a line.” Lexa chuckles and leans against the wall. “So, I’m crushing on a criminal? That’s what you’re telling me?”

Clarke looks up at her with a devilish smile. “Crushing?”

Oh fuck.

Lexa takes pause. The cats out of the bag. Just go with it Woods.

“Well yeah, hasn’t it been obvious?”

“You mean, like how you’ve never given me your name, or any type of way to contact you?” She lifts an eyebrow in question and Lexa basically falls to her knees.

Lexa takes a moment to scratch the back of her neck, in what she hopes is a cool demeanor. “I wasn’t sure you were interested. You flirt a lot with, you know, everyone.” She shrugs her shoulders and scuffs the toe of her shoe on the floor, breaking eye contact.

“Tips.” Clarke says simply. “They only pay me minimum wage here, you know, being a hardened criminal and all. I gotta pay the bills somehow.” She chuckles and suddenly Lexa feels the other girl’s hand on her bicep. “Lex,” Lexa would normally scowl at the nickname, but it sounds so sweet coming from the blonde’s raspy voice that she’s decidedly changed her outlook on nicknames. She meets Clarke’s eyes and sees sincerity. “I really would love to go out for a drink with you some time. Maybe just give me a few weeks? Or more, depending on the outcome of my hearing? And in the meantime, can I have your number?”

[the-bau-quinjet]

Marvel Masterlist

Bucky Barnes

One Shots

My Name Isn’t - You find out the guys (Bucky, Steve, and Sam) have a bet as to who can kiss you first, so you confront them about at Tony’s team building karaoke night. 

Seven Drinks - There's a reason Y/N has never had more than 3 drinks around the other avengers, and they're about to find out. warnings: depression, thoughts of suicide, panic attacks, angst (there's fluff too)

One Misunderstanding - You struggle to fix Bucky's first impression of you. Bucky struggles with his own feelings.

Want a cookie? - Bucky hears you singing in the middle of the night.

You're Teasing Me - Sam offers to help you when Bucky refuses to duet with you on karaoke night.

Round 1: Fruit Snacks - Steve, Sam, and Bucky try to prank you. Emphasis on try.

Round 2: Tik Tok - You enlist Peter to help you prank Steve, Sam, and Bucky.

You're Shivering - Request! Bucky helping the reader out with rubbing lotion on sunburn.

My Only Girl - Request! Reader has to decide between keeping her secret and saving the man she loves. In the end, it's not a hard choice.

Shut up! - Request! Bucky and Y/N hate each other... or so they say.

Oops... - Sequel to Shut up! Bucky and Y/N team up against Sam.

You're an Idiot - Request! Bucky panics when he thinks Y/N is catching on to his surprise.

I've Always Loved the Rain - Request! Y/N can manipulate the weather, but sometimes her emotions get the best of her. What happens when Bucky brings his girlfriend to Tony's garden party?

Hygge - Request! Y/N introduces Bucky to the little things that he missed out on since the 40s.

I Can Do More - Request! The team underestimates Y/N's strength until one day when her powers save them all.

I'm Your Buckaroo - After a one night stand, Y/N is met with a few different surprises.

Barney - Tony comes to the team for ideas on what to sing to Morgan.

Let's Go Back to Sleep - Bucky knows a thing or two about nightmares, but you still manage to surprise him.

Nobody Else - Request! Reader is stressed about college and Bucky is there to help.

23 - What happens when Bucky finds out your biggest secret?

Series

Memories (complete) - You were captured by Hydra. What did they do to your memories?

Steve Rogers

One Shots

He’s Like a Brother to Me - Pretending to be a couple for a mission is normal, so why is your Captain so upset?

I don't give a damn - Sometimes Steve's forgets how times have changed. You're there to sing him a song about it.

16 hours isn't enough - Request! All you want on your day off is to sleep, but your dad has other plans. Steve x daughter!reader

Hey Stevie - Someone switches your karaoke song, revealing your feelings for Steve.

Is that my sweater? - When lounging around the compound, Steve wears a lot of sweaters. When he's on a mission, you "borrow" those sweaters.

Comfort - Request! Steve comforts the reader after a bad day.

Set Us Up - Request! The other Avengers keep trying to get you and Steve to admit your feelings.

Always - You overhear Steve talking to Bucky about going back to be with Peggy. Rather than confronting the situation, you write him a letter. Inspired by the album Ashlyn by Ashe.

New Relationships, Old I Love You's - Y/N Stark calls Steve to pick her up from a bar, all kinds of emotions are revealed.

A Song For You - Snippets of Steve and Reader's life together as she sings a song she wrote for him.

Lily - Steve has a secret... until suddenly he doesn't. Steve x Single Mom!Reader

Mistakes Forgiven - Steve made a mistake?

Rose Colored Glasses - Request! Soulmate au where you see in black and white until you meet your soulmate.

Trending - Steve thinks you’re too young to like him despite the obvious hints you’re dropping.

The Watermelon Song - Request! Steve likes reader, but thinks she's too young for him.

Letters - Steve finds letters you've written in your closet, but they're not what he thinks. (TW: death of a child)

Cause I'm Yours - Soulmate AU where each set of soulmates has a song that only they know that kind of explains their love story! What happens when you and Steve start living yours?

Leo - Your neighbor has the cutest dog.

Six Years - Y/N forgets her life with Steve, but it's not as simple as just remembering.

Hurt/comfort Drabble

Timeless - Steve breaks up with singer!reader because he doesn't want to hold her back. He starts to question everything after hearing the song she wrote for him.

Another hurt/comfort blurb

Series:

Plum Cobbler Series (complete) - What happens when Steve confronts the woman who's been sitting outside the compound every Saturday for a month? Steve x Barnes!reader, Bucky x platonic!reader, Bucky x Natasha

Stucky

One shots

At Least You Tried - Request! Bucky and Y/N try to cook a meal for Steve when he gets back from a mission.

Epiphany - Fury sends you back in time on a mission. How will you handle seeing Steve and Bucky in the 40s?

Peter Parker

One Shots

Next Time - You and Peter make plans for "next time", not realizing just how quickly they would happen. (Kind of a sequel to 16 hours isn't enough.) Peter x Rogers!Reader

the evolution of breaking up - Snippets of you moving on from a bad breakup, frequently turning to your best friend, Peter.

Emotionally Stunted - Tony lets Peter and Y/N plan team bonding...

Natasha Romanoff

One Shots

Surprises - Request! Typically you spend every birthday alone with your mom, so a big party with all the avengers is definitely a surprise. Natasha x daughter!reader, Natasha x Bucky

Tony Stark

One Shots

Both of You - Request! The team stumbles upon you and Morgan in the living room. Tony only falls more in love with you.

Three Wishes - Request! Reader comforts Tony after a nightmare (but also some team shenanigans)

Family Should Come First - Request! Tony always seems to be too busy for your Morgan, and Peter.