#i wrote this faster than my last fic cuz my last fic is also an afternoon frenzy

[felikatze]

shrek au real. good night.

[chiiyuuvv]

BESTIEEE

I FINALLY PASSED MY HISTORY EXAM💃💃💃💃

I failed this exam A LOT OMG

BUT guess what...I PASSED IT WITH 100/100

Girl I can't believe it🥹🥹

SAUR how do you think xikers will react to you passing an exam/important test that you were working on for a long time/stressing over a lot?

You can write it whenever you can cuz I think your requests are closed, BUT I CAN WAIT. I want YOUR thoughts because you are the best writer on this app frfr. So take your time

Anyways take care bestie, don't skip your meals, love youu🤍

-🌵 anon<3

• PAIRING — bf!xikers x gn!reader

• GENRE — proud xikerss :DD, slight kissing, almost wrote a whole fic for hunter-

• WORD COUNT — 782

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — sorry this is so late!! And good job on your tests :O

• TAGLIST — @lil-elle , @hyunukitty , @cake1box , @mars101 , @nenede , @soul-is-a-strange-kid , @the-lemon-boy , @yuniniverse

MASTERLIST! – JOIN THE TAGLIST!

MINJAE ☆

Hes not even surprised atp, he knows how smart you are

But boy does he pretend to be shocked, his hand covering his mouth as he takes in another gasp

But his other hand is hiding behind his back

You seem to notice and the only thing he can do is giggle, revealing an neatly folded box

Turns out there was a very pretty necklace inside, minjae spinning you around to put it on you, whispering in your ear how pretty you look and how proud he is ♡

JUNMIN ☆

Makes sure you do nothing for the rest of the week

So what if its monday?? He'll do anything for his precious baby since you worked so hardd

Will make your meals and clean the kitchen, your room, your study area

Even gives you a bath

And he wont stop either, that is, if you want cuddles ♡

SUMIN ☆

Sumin knew how stressed out you'd get with your exams so he prepared you a little smth!!

(And also some tissues)

Finally uncovering your eyes, you find a self portrait of yourself studying

And lemme just say how beautiful you look

The lines sketched with such care and patients, now you know why sumin had been smiling so much lately ♡

JINSIK ☆

I think this calls for pizza!! 🗣🗣‼‼

Also makes sure you do nothing. All you gotta do is just there and look pretty and that was already took no effort

Also a movie night because why not, and you've been meaning to catch up on some movies, also why not??

His arm wrapped your shoulder at all times, and will whine if you try to move around

Plus random cheek kisses, yeah, thats about it ♡

HYUNWOO ☆

Decides to buy tickets last minute and takes you to the fair!!

Lots of hand holding and pda, wiping some off the cinnamon off of your lips caused by your churros

Will attempt to get you those huge teddy bears, but sulks when he cant so you just gotta give him some kisses

Also the ferris wheel!!

Makes sure youre at the tippy top then he processed to tell you how proud his is and how special you mean to him, sealing it with a kiss ♡

JUNGHOON ☆

Yall know junghoon isnt that big on physical affection

But when he hears the news hes a changed man

His eyes shot open and his hands moving faster than his brain, picking you up and spinning you around when he gives you the biggest kiss on your cheek

Wait whaat??

Wdym he did that no he didnt stop being so delusional he didnt kiss your cheek and secretly enjoyed it but not enjoying your teasings rn shut up 🙄 ♡

SEEUN ☆

"Really?! I thought you failed!!"

His response earned him a huge punch

But hes only joking, ruffling your hair before dialing his phone, calling everyone and their mom to tell the news

Man does more than just spill the tea, he makes it from scratch

Hes overally dramatic when he tells your adventure, saying how you had to cross 7 seas just to find the right answer.. but you love him anyways 🤷‍♀️ ♡

YUJUN ☆

Hes wants to hear all about it, so spill the tea 😠😠

Another one to think you taking a test was so dramatic, having to slay a dragon just to get the right answer to a question

And boy is he listening!! (He listens to you more than minjae)

He'd be so awestruck when youre done, his jaw lefted open and hes looking at you with sparkly eyes

Hes so proud of you too :(( ♡

HUNTER ☆

Also think hes like minjae with the gift giving, pulling out this beautiful bracelet he bought months ahead of time because he knew you'd do well

But unlike minjae, he takes you out to dinner!!

Yes, a big, fancy dinner. And hes paying for it all by himself <3

Hunters prince agenda omgomg

No bc he'd drop down on his knees to kiss the back of your hand, making sure to look up at you in the process, opens every. Since. Door in sight and also pushes you into your chair. Andd he also leans against the table to wipe something off the corner of your lips, giggling to himself bc youre just so adorable. i could write a whole fic honestly... ♡

YECHAN ☆

You passed your exam? Give him a hug

You got an A?? Give him a hug

You thought you were going to fail? Frowns at you, before hugging you tightly

Spends the rest of the day giving you so much love, youre only allowed to be in his arms

And is the boy so soft??? The most gentle hes ever been ♡

[dlthedescent]

some Descent headcanons

So thanks to @thatguyender​ for starting this, I made two lists: a skill tree list for Mad Jack, my OC kickboxer, and a skill tree list for Freakazoid. I’ve had these thoughts way at the start - since when I first started the fic, I also thought of it game-design-wise - but never really sat down and wrote them out.

Though I expect myself to put a balance patch cuz I might have overdone it for Freakazoid... Eh. shrugs

First off, Mad Jack, my DL OC, Crane’s wingmate/crazy partner and Descent deuteragonist. She’s in a manner of speaking, a jack of all trades but also a skilled brawler. I do see her having some abilities/skills like old human Crane’s (power, survival, agility) because she is still a human fighter thrown in the same situation as he was (and not an overpowered infected). She’s no mercenary, though but she makes up by being crafty like a con artist.

Power

- Professional kickboxing brawler for 9 years (give or take). As true to her name, Mad Jack the Wild Dog, she can be a real berserker in combat. And when need to be defensive, tai chi (a lil hobby she took up in recent years) so that she can divert attacks thrown at her. 

- She's ambidextrous. Able to use double weapons faster and effective than Crane would one handed weapon.

- She has a couple of power moves like Crane's. A suplex move, a roundhouse kick, maybe a dual wielding move etc. Can even put a man in a head choke

- She knows how to use guns. Had used them in the past. But she actually won't use guns right now (there's reason to my madness here, story purpose). If in game, her skill in using firearms would be the last thing unlockable down the tree. And if unlocked, added with her ambidexterity, she can be very deadly. She can use bows easily btw.

Agility

- Almost on par to old Crane's parkour skills (had learned them from her cous), relearning the ropes and such.

 - More agile in combat and escaping/dodging than on parkour, where she puts her energy into.

 - She has high tolerance to pain. Like a berserker, she can endure being inflicted when in a pinch.

- Taunts, bring the fight to her and not to other people.

- Thanks to tai chi, she can regenerate stamina faster (have a mental moment to get like a second wind) 

- Will bite. Helps her get out of a sticky situation

Survivor

- Not a pro survival expert unlike someone who puts corpse grime onto himself. But willing to learn if it means surviving (doesn't mean she likes it)

- She has an eye for detail and is very resourceful, something from her past job. Which means she has better chance in looting than human Crane.

- Good with her words, twice good at bartering/haggling with shops (except with the Ravs. They know her tricks)

- She pickpockets. In battle, out of battle. She literally pulled a flash grenade off a Demolisher's body while being chased by it

- (tw blood, was a little unsure about putting this down) With her blood perk (poisonous to anyone infected), she can coat a bit on her weapons just by running her bloodied thumb/finger on it. Preferably sharp weapons work best.

- Open to new ideas on devices and tools if they can help with her survival. Example, the ascenders from the Junction. Plus only way to keep up with Freakazoid.

- Uses methods and tools that’s meant to distract enemies or lure them to a location. Examples: loud devices, fire alarms, her taunting.

Next up, Freakazoid (aka Kyle Crane as Sentient Day Hunter/Volatile).

And oh boy this is a long list. I might have given Jack more work as his teammate than I anticipated... Oh well. I’ll nerf him later.

Also, I took some liberty to base his infected passive and active abilities on the Night Hunter. With inspiration on other games’ abilities cough.

Power

- He still has the standard moves, windmill, drop kick, etc. Plus some Hunter moves like Arial Ground Pound, leapfrog, etc. In a way, he fights like his old self with new tricks as an Sentient infected. A super soldier 

- Pick claws or fists anywhere, anytime. Claws swipe faster, dealing damage faster than punches but of course, punches hit harder.

- Has tendrils like a Hunter so can grapple an enemy (anything weaker than a volatile) to bring them right to him so that he can smash their head to the ground. Can also pull himself to an enemy (anything stronger than a Viral/Biter/Common) and literally kick them.

- He has a blade bone on his right and now a bone-spike gun on his left. That doesn't mean they're more effective than normal weapons or that he can't use weapons - they just serve as being convenient. He can use weapons but they break faster than normal human Crane would (which means future craftsmen gotta make him weapons suitable for his strength. Note to self, make that for side quests)

- With his infected side, can get a defense and power boost like Jack's second wind ability

- Charge into a large group like a bulldozer, stunning his enemies (edited)

Agility

- Also has the same agility moves as his old self, but with some new tricks as well. 

- Can wall run, wall latch, wall climb far better than Aiden. Talons sharp enough to latch on a wall longer than Aiden can stay in the air.

- With tendril locomotion, can dart around fast but still hindered with turns/rotations like the Night Hunter. Escape is also more convenient by tendril. He can yeet himself out of combat.

- Faster health regen than his old self at night, slower in day. All thanks to his infected side.

- Instantly leaps onto an opponent like a Night Hunter but rather than sinking teeth down, he snaps the neck

Survivor

- He has some of his old skills, minus his haggle/talk for the time being. Jack helps him with that until he finds people not too freaked out by him. You know, because of his new body situation?

- Still can do throwing stars - because why wouldn't you want an infected throwing shuriken like Genji?

- Has the infrared eyesight of an infected where he can see human enemies behind walls. This can be switched on and off game-mechanic-wise and isn't effective in daylight.

- Not just with camouflage, can land critical stealth skills after being cloaked or in darkness.

 - UV resistance/block duration increase down his skill tree.

Infected - this is a new branch on Crane’s skill tree I made as a category, special thanks to Ender for the idea. Since there are some things like mutations, his telepathic way of communication, and skills/abilities that don’t fit with the other three categories entirely (even though the above, it’s a harmonic mixture between his old and new self)

- Pretty much higher defense (iron skin), higher attack (claws), faster regen, better scenes (can track infected/human easy like a bloodhound)

- Howls, can inflict fear into humans and staggers enemies. Good with clearing space against groups

 - With his mutations, he can be undying in combat (final passive skill in the tree). This gets reset back to normal until the next fight. He can also give this to his infected allies, namely Jack (concept in the works btw, may not be included), a sorta telepathic link to them to prevent them from dying.

- Tempted to give passive ability that he can feast on infected to regain back some health, considering the kind of person in the past to eat anything he grabs in the middle of an outbreak. Jack will most likely stop him on that. Or not. She can't completely control this beast.

-- Below are skills not lockable on the tree but gained after defeating a rare type of enemy; Sentient Volatiles.

- Invisibility - his first infected skill he starts with. Can go invisible as long as he has stamina to burn. Helps with his crit stealth kills. Uninfected human enemies can still see him however.

- Rage - Lets out the beast from within, as long as he has stamina to burn.

- Doppelganger - second infected skill, gained after defeating another sentient Volatile like him. Creates a shadow to distract enemies off him (similar to Mother's fight with her clones)

- Other newer skills he'll obtain after defeating three other Sentient Volatiles, in the works currently. 

and a sidenote from story; he has this territory bubble where his presence makes infected not want to come to him. So his presence helps safezones be warded off from troubling infected. Didn't know if should have been under infected branch

And that’s it.

God this post is so long...

[cherryobx]

I should’ve seen the pain//Drew Starkey x reader

requested?: yessss “Can you do something about your first fight with Drew? I wanna know what he'd be like in a fight/argument cuz he just seems so baby and soft and I can't see him get angry, but then he's so the type to forget about it and comfort you when he sees he's made you cry. Also think he would let you go to bed angry with each other. Could you maybe turn this into a fic or something please?”

A/N: i wrote it a tiny bit differently that the request but i hope you still like it

summary: your first argument/fight with Drew

warnings: angst, a few curse words, grammar mistakes probably, my bad writing ig idk

WC: 1075

(NOT MY GIF, CREDS TO THE OWNER!!!)

You knew what you got yourself into when you started dating Drew Starkey. You knew the risks and all the ups and downs of it. And you also knew it wasn’t going to be easy.

One of the problems was that Drew’s work schedule was inconsistent and it made it hard for you and Drew to find the time to spend some time together. Sometimes you felt like he was prioritizing his career over you. 

Of course, you were proud of him and where he was now, but he focused so much on his work that he barely had time for you.

And it upset you. He left early in the morning even before you woke up and came home late at night when you were already asleep.

You were the type of person that kept all of their problems to themselves. You didn’t like to talk about your feelings that much because you felt like you were annoying everyone around you.

Yet again, you found yourself alone at home, sitting on the couch, a random tv-show playing on tv. You didn’t pay much attention to it though. Your mind and thoughts were elsewhere.

You missed Drew. So much. It was one of those nights where you needed him the most. Honestly, you weren’t feeling that great. All the stress from your own work was building upon you and you just wanted to be between the arms of the man you loved the most.

You left him a few text messages, not bothering to call. He wouldn’t have answered.

You sat on the couch for hours until your eyes just couldn’t stay open anymore.

The next morning you woke up to the sound of the front door opening and closing. You weren’t sure if Drew had just arrived home or gone to work. Looking at the alarm clock next to your bed, it was almost 8 a.m. You had to be at work in an hour.

So you got out of bed and got dressed for the day. You brushed your teeth, made your hair look presentable, and put on some light makeup to cover up the dark circles around your eyes from the lack of sleep.

When you were done getting ready you made your way to the kitchen to make some breakfast for yourself.

“Hey, darling!” Drew greeted you, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

You didn’t say anything back to him and continued making your breakfast.

“I got your messages. You want to talk about it?” 

You shook your head. “Not anymore.”

“Are you sure?” he asked again. You knew he was worried about you but it was a bit too late now.

“If you don’t mind, I’m running late for work. Please let go of me.” Hearing you say these last words to him, broke his heart. He just wanted to help.

He let go of you and took a step back to give you some space.

“Have I done something wrong?”

You turned around to look at him dead in the eye. “Have you, Drew?”

“Please just tell me, so I can fix this.”

“Tell you what? That I barely get to see you anymore? That I have to go to sleep alone every fucking night? That I don’t know anything about your whereabouts? That I’ve been feeling like shit recently and you haven’t been there for me? Huh? Is that what you want to hear? I feel like we’re not even in a relationship anymore. And it’s breaking me, Drew.”

“I know that I’m barely home but what do you expect me to do? Quit my job? Y/N, you know it isn’t that easy.” He slammed his hand on the kitchen table, making you flinch. 

His facial expressions softened when he saw the tears rolling down your cheeks. “Y/n-” He tried to come closer to you and hug you put you toom a step back.

“I don’t want you to quit your job. Maybe come home earlier sometimes or take a day off. I’m just asking you to be here for me when I need you.”

And with that, you rushed past him.

The whole day at work you couldn’t get your mind off of the argument you had in the morning. It was eating you alive. It was your first argument with Drew.

The words that were said that morning were tearing you apart.

Arriving at home in the evening, you were surprised to see Drew there.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, dropping your purse onto the couch.

“Can’t I be in my own house anymore?” he asked sarcastically.

You crossed your arms on your chest. “You know what I meant.”

“I came home early today. Just like you asked me to. You should be happy.”

You scoffed. “I should be happy? Are you fucking mental? Screw this, I’m leaving.”

Picking your purse off the couch and turning around, you started making your way back towards the front door.

But Drew wasn’t going to let you leave. He was faster than you, so he ran in front of you and stood in front of the door.

“Get out of my way, please.”

“No.”

“Drew,” you said in a warning tone.

“I’m not letting you leave. I want to fix this. Fix us.”

“Let. Me. Go.”

“No.”

You started hitting him in the chest with your fists, but he didn’t even move an inch.

That’s when you broke down again and started sobbing uncontrollably. Drew wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against him. You cried into his chest, making the front of his shirt wet.

“I can’t take this anymore,” you sobbed.

“I’m so sorry. This is all my fault. I should’ve been home more. I should’ve seen the pain that you were in. The pain that I was causing. I can’t express to you how sorry I am.”

“I’m sorry too. For saying all those things in the morning. I should’ve just not said anything.”

“No, don’t be sorry. This is all entirely my fault. I’m sorry for causing all of this.”

He placed a small kiss on top of your head and pulled you even closer to him if it was possible.

“We should both take a few days off. What do you think?” he asked.

You moved your head a bit so you could look him in the eyes and give him a small smile.

“I’d love that.”

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[ressjeon]

2021 TUMBLR YEAR END REVIEW

rules ; post the top 5 works you're most proud of that you released this year (not necessarily your most popular), your top 4 current WIPs that you're excited to release in the new year, your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year, your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year, and your number 1 favorite line you've written this year!

tagged by these amazing people: @taegularities @amourtae @agustdakasuga @jjksblackgf @kithtaehyung @hisunshiine @playmetheclassics @spideyjimin & @jimilter (ily all 🥺💖)

5 works i’m most proud of

order up - usually i’m very slow but i was even shocked with myself how i finished this faster than usual and that’s how inspired i am? like damn? and i feel like i was able to characterize well on this fic even though i never really thought of the characters as always

in this paradise - not only that this fic reminds me of where i grew up (environment wise) but this is also the longest oneshot fic that i’ve ever written so i’m very proud ngl since i said before that i can't write a fic longer than 15k and it pained some people too so hehe ;)

down the hatches - i wrote this in less than 8 hours i think since i confused the deadline so i’m shook again with my brain when its procrastinating plus i think this is the first time that i went all out in a smut with Hobi of all people (it’s hard for me to write him before let alone write a smut for him 0.0)

sleep who? - this is the first time that i wrote something in present tense and with 3 perspectives too. it was really a struggle to balance all of them but because it was a dream of mine, it helped ig? when it comes to immersion though its only a pwp

cupid’s curse - my very first smut that was supposed to be a full ass plotted fic but turned pwp lowkey. i’m glad it turned it well even when i’ve never written any smut in my entire life until this one, y’all can tell that i’ve majored with angst prior when reading 😗

4 current WIP’s i’m excited to release

Where There’s Smoke, There’s Fire from the Warm This Winter collab - mainly because it be my life currently lmao (relationship-wise)

Jag Börjar Fatta - this was originally a JK fic but i think it would fit as a Hobi fic that i can’t wait to post during the Summer months (it’s outlined already)

Just an Illusion - whew another Jimin one inspired by a lovely “former something” of mine when i saw an ad of him 🥴

Wanna Play? - a Taehyung fic that i meant to post last year and i love how the idea’s unique hehe so i’m pumped

3 biggest improvements

i would say oml a lot when it comes to writing in general, i never thought that i would start writing and i don’t have any background on it or anything

if any of you have known me in the beginning, baby yannie was very scared to write smut and now look where we are 🤣

i think i’ve improved on a lot of stuff like i tried a lot of firsts in the past year, including venturing to other genres outside my comfort zone

2 resolutions

to not be hard on myself, i was too ambitious last year and in result, i was that strict to myself because of it

just do my pace and follow my inspirations cuz i think i can write more in that way rather than force myself to write something that i’m not inspired on atm

1 favourite line

i don’t really have one lmao i forgot what i’ve written 🤡

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[imastrangeone98]

Sloppy

(A/N: the first in a 4 pt smutty mini "series" to celebrate 90 followers! Hahahaha!!)

I kinda see this as an "epilogue" of sorts for early morning, but it doesn't have to be seen as one if you'd like ^_^ but it definitely takes place after lost and found, that is for certain

Ngl I'm actually super proud of how this turned out 😅

WARNING: (most likely) unrealistic and unprotected sex. Plz- in real life use protection and other things. This is a fic so I can have fun how I'd like XD Some very very light angst/fluff if you squint

...I didn't know what gif to use so I just picked at random XD but he cute tho so I guess it works out in the end. Then again, Dante is always cute

Dante had long since lost track of how many times they fucked.

All he knew was that it was long enough for Faith's voice to grow hoarse, and for the tight hole between her legs to get ridiculously sloppy with cum.

He also knew he couldn't stop. Literally. He physically could not stop fucking her.

His dick was still rock hard. And even as sleep tugged at his eyelids, he continued to grind his hips into her, chest to back, nose buried in the crook of her neck, enjoying the lewd squelches that erupted from her cunt with each thrust.

Evidence of the long night they'd shared.

"Baby..." he groaned, licking at her skin. "You still up?"

A soft moan was her only reply. Her hips canted, and his cock sank in just a tad deeper into her already drenched pussy.

Fuck.

He sank his teeth into her shoulder and hooked a hand under her thigh, dragging it over his leg. The slow, wet slap of their bodies meeting sounded louder now.

She let out a low gasp. "Dante..."

"Just one more," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Just one more, angel, please?"

That got her out of her sleepy haze. "You... you said that hours ago..."

"I mean it this time." His thrusts grew faster, but only slightly. He felt the sticky cum splash onto her inner thighs as he resumed stroking her pearl, coaxing her into one last orgasm.

"You said that, too...!" she whined, only to get muffled by a heated kiss.

"Just relax, babe. I got you." He began to piston inside her, unable to get over just how tight she still was. Hours spent pounding her into the mattress, shooting load after load of his love deep inside her womb, yet she still held on with a vice-like grip.

Fuck. She was so warm. How long had it been since he'd felt this warm?

It made him oddly sentimental. For one split second, old memories of a cold office and an empty bedroom flashed behind his eyelids.

She felt it. He knew from the moment he felt her hand slide through his hair.

"Hey..." she croaked. "Are you...?"

"I'm okay." He was quick to reassure her, and just as quick to buck against her sweet spot. A long, raspy moan spilled from her lips, and it sent a jolt of heat running down Dante's spine.

More cum sloshed out of her. So sloppy. So delicious.

His eyes were locked onto the large bulge that protruded from her stomach with each roll of his hips.

She was so tiny. Sometimes he wondered how she managed to fit him.

But not for long. Her velvety walls squeezed tight around him, and he cursed. More cum oozed out of her, coating his fingers with their combined slick. He fought the urge to bring them to his mouth for a taste.

He could always have his fill of her later.

"Dante..." she moaned. Fuck, she had such a sweet voice. "I can't... Too much...!"

"Yes, you can." He kept pounding inside her, desperately chasing for the high they both needed.

"I- I'm so full..."

Some dark part of himself whispered no, she wasn't full enough. She needed to feel his essence run down her legs with every step she took; she needed to reek of his scent from head to toe. Every inch of her skin needed to be branded by his teeth so anyone looking at her would just know she belonged to him.

He sucked in a deep breath, pressing a kiss to her bare skin. "I know. Just one more."

"Please..."

"One more."

He bit into the back of her neck, savoring the taste of her skin. And he felt her tighten around him as she came, to the point where it was impossible for him to resist falling over the edge himself.

His vision turned white. The pressure in his gut lessened as he pumped yet another hot load inside her overstuffed cunt. He ignored the way half of it soaked his hand and sack, choosing to simply fuck some of it back inside until Faith whined from the overstimulation.

He kissed her. She tasted of salt and leftover ice cream.

It was absolutely addicting.

Dante pressed his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling in the hot air of their bedroom. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw the slightest hint of daylight.

Faith's beautiful golden eyes were glazed with pleasure, and she dreamily reached up to stroke his cheek. "I love you."

"Love you too," he murmured, pressing a kiss to wherever he could possibly reach- her cheeks, eyes, nose, lips- before pulling out from her snug heat.

She winced beside him. "Ouch."

"Sorry." No, he wasn't.

With a grunt, he shifted her from her side to her back, and he crawled to kneel between her legs. "How bad is it?"

A soft groan escaped her throat, and she drowsily dragged a pillow to her chest. "Sleepy... Check tomorrow...?"

He couldn't help a small, exhausted laugh. "I'll be quick. Promise." And he pushed her knees apart.

The skin of her inner thighs glistened with spilled seed. More of it dripped down from her hole, and when he dared to widen it slightly with his thumbs, an impossible amount of the liquid gushed out- a never ending stream of white cream.

She smelled like she was his.

...

...He was hard again.

Shit.

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A/N: I actually managed to write this in one day, and im very surprised at myself. When I wrote my two very first smuts, it took me a WHIIIIILE to finish just cuz I got super embarrassed 😅

Also why do I feel like this is exceptionally more filthy than the others? Is it cuz I just skipped straight to the smex???

[certifiedceraunophile]

I just wrote something under Caroline’s POV in a WIP Klaroline fic I’m writing, and honestly I feel weirdly accomplished.

‘And there Klaus sauntered in as only millennium old millennials do, in all his ‘Turning Heads Since circa. 992 AD’ swagger, and Caroline is left to ponder how this singular man can methodically dismantle any and all truth in the saying “With age and experience comes wisdom and maturity.”

Because honestly she’s been squinting for the last three minutes and she can’t see any of it ’

I absolutely love the ‘Caroline being so absolutely done with Klaus’s hybrid jerk ass but regrettably, *sigh* she decided to cash in on However long it takes, so she’s just gonna have to learn how to deal with this temperamental man-child with mood swings that switch faster than wind-shield wipers. *sigh* someone tell her why She thought this was a good idea’ Dynamic and

Honestly as a writer, having Caroline drag Klaus’ ass through the mud in her head as she muses internally and then proceed to offer up an eye-crinkling aureole-inducing beatific smile and say

“Oh it’s nothing I just zoned out, By the way , any chance you wanna have shitloads of rough animalistic sex so I’m reminded of exactly why I still let you tag along in my life cuz honestly I think I’ve lost all sight of it somewhere between Australia and Brazil and also I really really need some sort of added incentive to keep myself from flying off this bed and clawing out your eyeballs because you absolute asshat this not how you deal with *insert the most unsparingly random ‘woe is me’ circumstance* unless you wanna get yourself castrated by my hand.”

Is so cathartic.

[nekoannie-chan]

Noctis et tenebrae

Pairing: Steve Rogers (eventually Dark! Steve) X Vampire! OC (Agatha Rouwens).

Word count: 4626 words.

Summary: Steve met a mysterious woman from his past, with whom he became obsessed, so he won't rest until he finds her.

Warnings: Mention of death and torture, murder, stalker, betrayal, dub-con not explicit, violence, loss of virginity, abuse, mention of blood, and obsession. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, DON’T READ IT.

A/N: My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English, if you notice any mistake please let me know and I will correct it.

This is my entry to the @nellblazer ‘s The Penny Dreadful Writing Challenge with the creature prompt:

“Vampire”

I’M NOT THE AUTHOR OF 2 PARAGRAPHS I PUT IN THIS FIC OF THE POEM CALLED “THE LADY OF SHALOTT” BY ALFRED TENNYSON, THE PARAGRAPHS ARE IN ITALICS, AND THE WEBSITE I VISITED TO READ IT IS THIS.

This is the first dark fic I wrote for this fandom, so I hope you enjoy it.

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Present-day, New York

 Blood...

Blood... he needed it...

Steve was very thirsty, the water was not going to calm her, she had warned him, he knew that the more blood he drank the faster the sensation would go, it was the only way.

Agatha had warned her what could happen if she accepted the deal, she explained each of the possibilities in great detail, she did not care, she wanted to be with her, she was willing to pay any price, she believed that she was ready for what was going to happen, He thought it would be similar to the serum, but he was wrong, it was very different to feel it in his body.

He had lost count of the victims from whom he took his blood, he did not know how much blood he would need to be satisfied, he grabbed yet another victim, who has paralyzed thanks to Agatha; he had not yet learned to use his new powers, but he would soon.

Steve drank every last drop of blood from the victim, the thirst had finally subsided, not even bothered by the drops running down his chin.

But thirst was not the only thing he had felt increasing inside him, also the lust increased.

He dropped his limp body to the floor, he needed to feel that way again Agatha, it had been too long since he was with her like that, his wait was so long that he didn't even care if she wanted or not to make her his again

Agatha saw him with satisfaction, very few times had he converted someone simply when he noticed that he was special, finally, Steve was, and she smiled benevolently at him

Steve approached her, took her by the hair and kissed her, she bit the woman's lips, laid her on the floor, quickly took off her clothes and put one of his big hands on her lover's neck.

He didn't care about the mess around him but simply and being able to possess her like that time before the serum

6 months before

 In the dark Steve moved, he was pretty sure he knew that she was the author of those murders.

It was the sixth time in less than a month that they had found the same crime scene, the only difference was that this time the police had called the Avengers.

"I don't understand why they want us here, we don't take on these kinds of crimes," Tony complained.

"Maybe it's a serial killer with technology or something," Natasha commented.

They froze when they saw the bloodstained alley on the walls as if one of the victims had exploded. The other inert bodies but without a single drop of blood as if they had been completely removed

"How is it possible ...?" Natasha asked dumbfounded.

"No wonder they called us," Tony muttered.

The scene is not alien to Steve, but it was incredible to come across something like that after more than 70 years.

"I can't find any logical explanation," Bruce commented as he tried to examine the scene.

“It's as if they were EXPLODED!” Clint remarked as he moved his hands trying to mimic an explosion.

Despite the scene, Steve was almost certain to perceive perfume or scent of the author of the crime, he had not forgotten a single detail of her.

But the question that hung around Steve's head was one he didn't know how to answer, the same person he had met years before; in his youth, who had caused all this trouble? If it was true that meant then it was not a person but another type of being and if it was a human it could probably be a HYDRA experiment.

Although he also needed to check if she still looked like he remembered her.

When he woke up from the freeze and was outside, on the street when he tried to escape the facilities, he thought he saw her briefly, but it had probably been a hallucination, it was not logical that he knew where he was.

“Steve, Steve!” Nat called him.

“What?”

"Are you okay?" Clint asked.

“Yes, if I am, it is that all this… I don't know seems to me… this is implausible”

As soon as they reached the base, Steve began to search through his belongings for what was practically the only memory he had of her; he began to despair because he did not see it until he found the drawing, at that moment he would have liked to have the power to materialize it, he wanted, rather he needed to see it again.

1936. Brooklyn 

 It had been a few weeks since Sarah Rogers passed away, Steve felt lost, yes, he had Bucky, but still, the feeling of emptiness inside him was present and seemed to have increased, perhaps unconsciously he began to look for more normal problems.

This time he was in real trouble, he was "dealing" with three guys, who were obviously taller, stronger, and bigger than Steve, they were beating him up when Agatha appeared and saw the scene, she was hungry, she came closer, she saw how they beat Steve, however, noticed something special in the boy's eyes, Steve was bleeding.

“Am I interrupting something?” Agatha said suddenly.

“Are you planning to defend it?” one of the guys scoffed.

She moved to where the four of them were, still watching Steve, who had raised his head at the voice.

"Leave him alone," Agatha ordered.

"Will you come with us?" One of them suggested. 

She smiled, blinked a few times, looked at the men teasing Steve, released him, suddenly it seemed as if they were hypnotized or paralyzed

Steve was too hurt, he couldn't move, he probably had some broken bones, he felt the blood in his mouth, despite the pain he didn't lose a single detail of what was happening.

She approached the others, took one of them, Steve could not see clearly what was happening, was the girl hugging and kissing the guy?

Suddenly she dropped the body when she no longer had blood, the others could see the terror on her face, but it seemed as if they could not move, she continued with the next, drank every last drop of blood from the three men.

When she finished she approached Steve, took his face with one of his hands, he was amazed at the supernatural beauty of the woman, if he was going to kill him it did not matter, anyway no woman had paid attention to him as she had done, I was sure that other people had passed before and ignored what was happening.

She took it carefully and kissed him on the cheek, Steve passed out after that.

The smell of flowers could be felt, it was a little annoying, perhaps it would cause an asthma attack, he was sure he was in paradise, he opened his eyes he did not know where he was, he did not feel pain, the last thing he remembered was that kiss.

He was lying in a very luxurious bed. How had he got there? There was no trace of blood, he didn't even feel pain.

Music was playing, he opened the door, he went down to the living room, the woman was playing the violin, and she stopped when she felt Steve's presence, turned around with a warm smile?

Would she have kidnapped him? Would she kill him there? It made no sense, why did she want someone like him?

"Dinner is served," said Agatha.

Her voice sounded like music, he followed her, Steve was ecstatic, and probably never in his life could he eat those dishes until he noticed that she was not eating.

“Miss, won't you eat?” He asked, intrigued.

"I already eat," Agatha replied.

"If it's what I'm eating is because of you ..."

"I really already fed myself, you can eat whatever you want," Agatha interrupted.

Steve couldn't stop admiring her, he didn't understand how someone with such paleness was acting so normal, and maybe he had some illness.

"What's your name?" Steve asked, trying to sound casual.

He wanted to know who that woman was and why she had an interest in him.

"Steven, that doesn't matter," Agatha replied.

"How do you know my name?" Steve asked in surprise.

"I know many things, enough talk, you must rest," he ordered.

She guided him back to the bedroom for some reason he trusted her.

“Excuse me miss, where are you going to sleep?” Asked Steve worriedly.

If his mother knew that perhaps he would share a room with a woman without being married, she would die again.

"I have my own room unless you want me to stay with you."

"No, not what I was thinking ...”

Steve was completely flushed

"Underneath the bearded barley, The reaper, reaping late and early, hears her ever chanting cheerly like an angel, singing clearly," Agatha recited.

"That was beautiful," Steve flattered.

"It is part of my favorite poem."

“Which poem is?”

"Rest," Agatha said, then kissed him on the forehead.

She was struck by the necklace she was wearing, a beautiful gold capital letter A, probably very expensive, just like the house she was in now.

He took her by the arm, he was not sure what he was going to do, Agatha approached him and kissed him, Steve was dumbfounded he swore he could have felt some fangs

He noticed the mark on the inside of her forearm, how had he done it? Or had someone dared to harm a woman as tender and beautiful as her?

"That scar, how ...?"

I kissed him again, Steve didn't ask any more questions, since it seemed to her that she wasn't going to answer him anyway, he didn't know if his body was going to be able to withstand what was happening, at least if he died it would be in a happy way.

Agatha licked and bit Steve's earlobe, he seemed confused by the sensations but didn't dare touch her either.

She took off her clothes, guided Steve's hands to her breasts.

Steve found the beauty he was contemplating exorbitant, trembling began to caress her, little by little he took confidence, and he needed to memorize every inch of the woman anyway.

She took his virginity that night.

The next day he did not know how he had returned to the house of Bucky, who bombarded him with questions.

He could never offer her such luxuries, no girl like her could notice someone like him.

He came to think that it had only been a game, he had no clues other than the brand and that necklace, he did not remember how he had come to that house, or even how it was on the outside.

He did not know his name, not even if he was still alive, he had to check it, he was urgent to find her if he saw that he was no longer that same boy “at least physically”, now he could offer her something else, everything she wanted.

Steve couldn't stop thinking about what had happened the night before, in everything he remembered of his life there had never been so good for the first time; Despite what they had ... what they had done, she did not have an asthma attack when doing some physical activity and less of that type, she could not get the woman, who was still a mystery, out of her mind, she did not know who she was and not even any detail if I would see her again.

He hadn't even told Bucky what had happened, he simply told him a lie to explain his absence, which his friend believed or Steve thought.

He supposed that if told Bucky about her and he met her again, she would choose her friend, as always happened, after all, he wanted to have something that belonged to him, something like what Bucky used to do, even if it was once in his life to be able to have done the same as normal boys their age

He took out his notebook and began to draw her, he needed to capture all the details while they were fresh in his mind, he wished he had had one of those expensive cameras that in his life he could buy to better preserve the exact memory, however, he did not stop until that he was sure that he had captured even the smallest detail of the woman.

Nueva York present

 A longdrawn carol, mournful, holy, 

She chanted loudly, chanted lowly, 

Till her eyes were darken’d wholly, 

And her smooth face sharpen'd slowly, 

 "What's the matter with you?" Clint asked him.

"N-nothing," Steve replied.

"Perhaps we should return to base to rest; this case is affecting you too much,” Bruce suggested.

Steve made no objection.

His companions were watching him, they wanted to leave him out of the mission since he refused to speak about the subject or anything, and they believed that in some way it affected him perhaps because of what he had experienced in the war.

Steve managed to escape one of those days, he was not going to stop until his curiosity was satisfied

He saw her in an alley in the dark; his heart began to beat strongly, she was there despite the null light he could recognize her perfectly, he supposed she was busy so he observed the scene without interrupting her until she finished with the men.

Agatha approached the person who was scared and paralyzed on the floor. She took it delicately just as he had with Steve, he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.

"Everything is very small, they will not disturb again," Agatha assured.

Steve recognized the voice, with that he already verified that she was the one he was looking for, he had to be agile so that she did not escape.

Agatha stroked the girl's hair and said a few words that Steve found unintelligible.

The girl that Agatha had defended came out of the alley as if nothing had happened.

"You were slow to find me," Agatha complained.

Steve was startled, he was sure that he had not made any noise or something so that his presence was betrayed.

"What did you tell her?" Steve asked annoyed.

Agatha approached him to stand in front of him.

“To the girl?”

Steve nodded.

"I just defended her, a simple spell to make her forget what had happened before I arrived and what happened next, she won't remember anything from about the last hour of her life," Agatha explained.

“Y-you were the one that the other times ...?”

"They were people who hurt others as they did you," she cut him off.

Agatha put a hand on Steve's cheek and kissed him fiercely, Steve didn't want it to end, on the contrary, he wanted more, he needed more.

"I have to go," said Agatha, turning around.

"Please don't go," Steve asked and held her wrist firmly.

After that Steve began to feel dizzy. 

1944, World War II

Carter tried to get Steve's attention in several ways, but he only had in mind the woman he had met that night many years ago, yet he used people as a front so that no one suspected the Captain's "darkest secret".

If she saw him as he looked now, after the serum, he could definitely ask her to marry him… if she was not married although if that were the case he would force her to leave her husband and family, he would take her away no matter if it stained her reputation, would do whatever it took to have it.

In the middle of the battlefield he seemed to see that woman immediately he became alert, it was very dangerous to be there for her and he could not allow something to happen to him, he tried to reach her, but he could not find her 

Present time, unknown location

 They were in the house, which was still as he remembered it. 

“Do you belong to HYDRA?” Steve asked suddenly.

"HYDRA ... they seem like children compared to the things that people did in my time," Agatha replied mockingly.

“In your time?”

"You are not the only one outside of time Steve, in fact, I am much older than you," said Agatha.

“I don't understand, I mean you look the same as the time we met.”

"I was born in the Middle Age, so stop talking."

Agatha squatted on top of him, began to watch him, and then proceeded to kiss him.

“The Middle Age? How is that…?

"Enough talk," Agatha said exasperated.

"At least tell me your name, please," Steve pleaded.

“Agatha, Agatha Rouwens”.

She quickly turned him around and practically ripped off his clothes, it had been so long if Steve had had sex with other women but none was Agatha, none pleased him as she knew how.

The sounds she made seemed like music to Steve, the skin as smooth as it was pale as he remembered it, it didn't seem like he had aged a single minute, he still looked the same as the last time they were together.

She was definitely not human, she had told him that she did not belong to a HYDRA experiment either, and so what was Agatha?

The next morning he appeared at the base, he did not remember how he had returned there.

2011, New York

 The game Steve listened to was the last one he had attended with Bucky, he was not sure if it was a HYDRA cheat although he did not remember how they had captured him or what exactly had happened, his last memory was very blurred and confusing.

He ran out of the place after the "agent" had become nervous, where was she? It didn't seem like the place he remembered, what were all those lights?

It didn't seem like the city he knew, then he realized he was surrounded by cars and more agents apart from a crowd on the street.

"Are you okay?" Fury asked.

“I just remember…”

He thought he saw the woman sneaking through the crowd, with all these people it would be impossible to follow her without counting that thousands of questions flooded her head.

“…I had a date.”

It couldn't be true what he was seeing, it was probably a hallucination or maybe he was dead or not, but if he was still alive and maybe she had also survived seventy years, everything was a mystery, somehow he was going to try to solve it, he wanted many explanations.

Not to mention that he had a date with her ... which he could never reach...?

"Soulmates are destined to meet several times at different times" his mother used to tell him every time he came home sad because some girl had rejected him.

What if that woman was his soulmate?

Present-day, Avengers Compound

 When he went down to breakfast nobody asked him many questions, it was as if they hadn't noticed his absence.

He trained a little on what he tried to remember and process each of the details of the previous night, now he had more questions, the answers were few, although it was vital information, and he could not get Agatha's beautiful green eyes out of his head.

On the internet, he searched for information, there was no point in everything that she had told him with what he found, according to what he read she was from a family that had been accused of witchcraft in the Middle Age and they were executed, the last to die had been the only daughter of the marriage so there were no more family records to be any descendants.

That woman had lied to him, but he already knew where to find her, when he woke up there was a note with an address and a date on his nightstand, where he would see her again.

The next time they met she wouldn't let herself be entangled, now he was going to demand all the answers, he would kidnap her if necessary, he knew very well the techniques to make someone speak.

"Rogers, I think you need to rest, you are obsessing over the whole case," Natasha said entering the office.

"I'm fine," said Steve.

Nat walked over and saw the computer screen.

“Witch hunt? Is that your theory to solve the case? ”Nat asked sarcastically.

"No, it's not. I was just looking for information from the past." 

"You're not good at lying Steve, you need help because of everything you've been through, and I know it's been very traumatic”

Steve had had enough, it was as if they wanted to separate him from his Agatha, he had gone through a lot so that now they kept him away from her.

Suddenly he grabbed Natasha by her neck and slammed her against the wall without releasing her, began to hang her.

Hearing the commotion the rest of the team entered, Steve had not even realized that he had raised his voice, they were all separated.

"What the hell is wrong with you Steve?" Bucky asked.

"Barton, take Romanoff out of here," Tony ordered.

"You ... you don't act like this Steve," Bucky said confused.

Steve refused to answer the questions they asked him, so Tony ordered FRIDAY to keep Steve locked in his room, although that didn't matter much to him, he would find a way to escape.

Bucky was worried, he was beginning to fear for his friend.

“It is not the first time that he behaves like this, when he was eighteen he disappeared a whole day, he never wanted to tell me what happened to him,” Bucky explained.

Steve refused to speak to the others, he even tried to attack his best friend.

On the day of the appointment, he managed to escape, this time he would not miss or lose the opportunity presented to him, he did not care about anything else, he needed Agatha, to kiss those full lips again.

"I was beginning to believe I would have to go for you," Agatha said when she saw him arrive.

"You lied to me," Steve said.

Agatha raised an eyebrow, Steve made an enormous effort not to launch to kiss her and possess her.

"I didn't lie to you."

“I searched the internet, there were no survivors according to the story you told me.”

Agatha pulled up one sleeve of her dress exposing her scar.

"What I had left of that event, they tortured me for almost a week, I wasn't going to survive until Mother saved me," she explained.

She knew that she was not going to be able to hide her nature or her past for long, it was time to tell her the truth.

“Mother?”

"Not my birth mother, my creator," said Agatha.

“How…?”

"Come with me," Agatha asked, ignoring the question.

"I won't go until you tell me the whole truth," Steve refused.

"I'll tell you when we get there."

She turned around and started walking, Steve saw her figure attentively, felt the desire begin to throb in him and show himself physically so he followed her.

"Wait a minute," she asked when she reached the place.

A few minutes later he returned with some very old books and a doll.

"It was not a lie that my family came from a long line of witches, we were the richest and we helped the people, there were always good harvests, my people were the most prosperous in the entire kingdom," Agatha began to count.

“I don’t understand.”

“Of course we never said what we were, that meant the bonfire, my parents decided that it was better for me to learn, travel and do things very different from the other women of my time, I rejected many suitors, none was interesting, at least not like you.

She stroked his cheek and then she smirked.

“I was over twenty years old, to be exact twenty-five, it was inconceivable that a woman of my class had not married and had children at that age. One day the baron of Mercier went with his son, a stupid spoiled boy who was furious when I rejected him, as revenge, he accused us with the Church of witchcraft.”

"Because he has despaired ...”

“They were for us, I remember perfectly how my parents were murdered, my father did not endure more than five days of torture, and my mother almost reached the sixth day...”

"What did they do to you?" Steve asked, trying to stay in control.

He felt the fury increase within him, he took her hand to give her confidence.

"The details do not matter, it was a bit of different torture, not only physical but also psychological, they did everything to get a confession, I never said a single word, when they thought I was already dead they threw me in a ditch, I prayed so hard, maybe even to the Devil, that night Mother appeared and took me out of there, she is a very old vampire, one of the first, one of Lilith's favorite daughters, she turned me around and taught me everything about my new life.”

"Vampire?" Steve asked incredulously.

“Why do you think all those people had no blood?”

“Do you only attack the bad guys?”

“Not always, two years later I obtained my revenge, obviously without the Rouwens the town sank into misery, no one had tried to defend us more than our servants, my maid asked me to end the life of her youngest son, he was not going to survive the illness he had, she did not want him to suffer.

“Why didn't you convert it?”

“He was a boy of a year and a half or so, he was going to stay in that state forever.”

"Make me one of yours," Steve asked.

“Why should I do it?”

"I love you, you were the only one who really noticed me when I was nobody, I can't be without you, I need you, and I go crazy every time we are away" Steve confessed.

"It will hurt a little," Agatha warned.

She bit his neck, started drinking his blood, then she gave hers to drink, the metallic taste flooded Steve's mouth, he felt like he was going to fade, maybe he was dying.

Then he began to feel much stronger and more powerful than when the serum had been injected.

After they finished they started laughing, they kissed.

Present-day, New York

 "So what now?" Steve asked.

"We can travel the world, I don't know what you want."

“Rogers!”

They turned when they heard the voice, there was the whole team.

“She was, right? “ Sharon asked.

"Steve, what are you doing?" Nat inquired.

"What does this mean?" Bucky questioned in complete disbelief.

"Steve thought you and me..." Sharon started to say.

“What you and I what? There is no "we", she's the only one I love “Steve cut her off.

"You know what to do, they want to separate us," Agatha whispered in his ear.

Steve quickly grabbed Sharon and started drinking from her blood.

"Steve stop!" Bucky asked.

Everyone was stunned, they didn't know what to do, and Steve dropped Sharon's lifeless body.

"We must go somewhere else, I assure you they won't find us," Agatha murmured.

She moved her hand and erased the memory of everything that happened to the rest of the team.

"They'll think you fell into the hands of the enemy."

Blood was still running down her chin, she approached Agatha and kissed her.

He would go to hell himself for Agatha, his soulmate.

[alloveroliver]

Author Interview

I was tagged by @peacheat and @dear-mrs-otome THANK YOU GUYS!!! (I also added more Qs if you want to answer those as well *sweats*)

Name: Ash Knight

Fandoms: Now: MLQC, Ikemen Revolution, Ikemen Vampire, Ikemen Sengoku, Mystic Messenger, annnnnd one or two other otomes I like lol.  Want to do in the future: Obey Me (Currently playing) Ikemen Genjiden (translating got to be too much but its GOOD!) Tokyo Debunkers (when it comes out in April!!!)

Where You Post: Mostly Tumblr but also Ao3!

Most Popular One-Shot:  By far Victor x MC “In This Moment.” I’m glad cuz I spent a lot of time on this one and I love the concept of Victor stopping time because he know’s he’s going to miss MC <3

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: Mmm, I don’t have any muli fics yet BUT I do have 10 chapters of my blood thirsty fics!  they are all oneshots though. 

Favorite Story You Wrote: Its actually my first Oliver fic I posted around Aug of 2018 (Omg have I been doing this for that long???) It needs to be rewritten BUT heres the link. Oliver x MC “Giving Up Control” I still think about this fic often lmfao. Femdoming Oliver is 🤤👌

Story You Were Nervous to Post: Ooof, a recent Oliver fic. Only because it had alcohol themes and smoliver asking her on a date. Just due to his curse and things I didn't want to change too much but it was all consensual with adult Oliver. I was just nervous some people would read into it and take it the wrong way :( Oliver x MC “In A Perfect World You’re Happy With Me” (Looking back at it, it actually got a good response! I am surprised cuz I posted it then tried to put it out of my mind lol. #thanksanxiety

How You Choose Your Titles: First thing that comes to mind. Song lyrics, one word that sticks out in the fic. Or if its a common word or a word/title I’ve used before I put it into One Look Reverse Dictionary and find a similar word that means the sameish thing. I don’t dwell on titles too much tbh. 

Completed: Last I counted, I had over 500 short stories under my belt. You can read them all on my blog but not everything was put into my masterlist. This was just due to the tumblr purge we had and I had to make a new masterlist since a lot of my fics got shadowbanned due to the tagging system back then. I didnt wanna repost them all lol

Incomplete: I have an entire spreadsheet that I plop all my ideas on... and it is FULL. I organize it by fandom, suitor, and fluff vs. smut. Ummmmmm.... See below: Coming soon lol. 

Do You Outline? I usually start writing when I have an idea and if I need to step away from my computer I will do a quick outline. AKA just some quick bullet points of what I was thinking would happen next lol. If I ever take the time to properly do a full outline, I 100% go off the rails and do my own thing away from the outline. I am what is called a ‘discovery writer’ lol. I discoverer my own story as i write it then go back and edit it and act like I knew what I was doing all along lmfao.

Coming Soon/Not Yet Started: I have 3 substantial WIPS (like 2-3k words) I bounce between that I’m working on. Victor x Mc, Vincent x MC and Faust x MC. 

A plan to do part 2 of Gavin x MC’ s ”Distortion” . 

I also have an long running AU fic with Gavin x MC (8k currently) but that is far away from being done lol. 

There is also an 11 chapter fic I am planning. I have 2 chapters written but I cant seem to figure out one major plot detail and its keeping me from getting it done anytime soon :( 

There is a chapter fic im writing for a cradle born MC, however its a mesh of our MC and my OC and its kinda complicated. Also its fluff and I’m less interested in writing that BUT I really want to share this story <3

Valentines day is actually prob going to be the next thing yall see from me tbh and that is TBD

Do You Accept Prompts? I used to every once in a while but I have so many WIPS and no personal computer at home rn. (SOON THOUGH!) So I don’t have the chance to write as much in my free time as I used to. I’ll take prompts but I let them sit in my ask box until I am able to write them <3. I am not the person to ask people to stop sending them, cuz I like to see what yall want me to write and take that into consideration for sure. I like taking asks for Thirsty Thursday (even if its not thurs, I will hold onto them until then) and answer them 😍 I love those because more people are involved other than me and I like being a part of something bigger than myself 🤗

Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write: My Victor x MC story. Its UMMMMM........ ITS SLOW BURN YALL. LIKE WHO AM I?! lmfao. 

*(I am going to personally add a few questions to this tag that I am interested in knowing about others as well lol)*

What do you use to edit?: I pay for Grammarly (its AMAZING even the free version is super worth it) 

For word meanings, synonyms, and better wording I use OneLook Reverse Dictionary ALL THE TIME for every single fic. (and like I said before, to help with titles)

When I feel like something is off and grammarly doesn’t quite know and I don’t know, I put the fic through Hemmingway Editor. It tells you HOW readable a sentence is. If its hard to read I rewrite it and make things a bit simpler for the eyes. Its free in the browser. 

Writing setup: Ideally, the sun is coming in through the window, It’s cool inside, I’m wearing a fuzzy sweater, I have hot coffee or tea, and my head phones are in. 

I listen to lofi music station on youtube but If its distracting I put on lofi without lyrics. I love THIS playlist. (this is live so it’ll prob break but here’s an alt link to their offline playlist) If I am in an upbeat mood I like “Electropose” music. Or I listen to the ‘setting’ a fic is in. Like if its raining in the story, I put on rain ambiance and things like that. 

Do you use a beta reader? No 😬, not really. Anytime I have someone beta read and they comment on the content and not the editing I get way too nervous to post the fic and suddenly it get sick to my stomach laskjdlsdj. I trust a couple gals to beta read in an editing mind set but I don’t bother them all the time. I like to go balls to the walls and trust grammarly, post the damn thing, and bite my nails hoping for the best. 

Where do you get your writing inspo?: Bruh, #1 READING! Reading books, reading fics, reading summaries for things. Also, reading the routes in otomes, watching anime, and letting my mind wonder lol. I also like to chat with people on discord and let the stories unfold. Inspo has also come from a lot of my dreams tbh. My dreams are hella vivid and I try to write them down when I wake up if they are interesting lol. 

Can we get a quote from an upcoming WIP?: 

[     Without cars and crowds, the evening wind picked up nothing but serene sounds. Crickets gently chirped and leafs quietly brushed one another. The branches rustled together, making an organic symphony that the wind carried up to the balcony you leaned on. 

*****’s warm hands ran up and down your forearms, warming your chilled skin. From behind, he bent forward and nipped at the shell of your ear. 

“Is that better?” His silky hands moved faster, creating heated friction. 

“Mmm,” You relished in the sensation. “Much better.”

His gentle chuckle against your pulse made you wiggle into him. ***** pressed his solid chest against your back and sighed. “Maybe if you were wearing more than just my shirt, you wouldn’t be so chilly.” 

“I just want to be out here for a moment. The fresh air is nice.” You pressed your lips together into a small smile and angled your face up to him. “Don’t you agree?”  ]

tagging: @somethinglacking @pseudofaux @tarralin @steph-writing @kiarigirl @otonymous @jennacat84 @xathia-89 @toloveawarlord @moonlit--river @thequeenshuntress @thirstyforbishiesimagines <3 Honestly I want to tag more people but I don’t wanna be annoying SO if you do this feel free to tag me cuz I am soooooo curious about other writers! Lets be friendsssss <3 

[virusdotsneeze]

The Professor’s Sneeze Rag (Snzfic)

I’ve had this idea in my head for some time. I didn’t know if I wanted to draw it or write it. So, this is a Fi//re Em//blem: Th//ree Ho//uses fic. Basically in this fic, Edel has the hots for the professor, who’s hella sick, and they’re using a real crappy rag to sneeze into and stuff. And it’s bothering her, and stuff. She doesn’t have the kink, it’s just...weird. Idk. Also I suck at titles.

Quick thing, much like in this fic by @sfanimeakahana (Is it OK to do that? M’bad if it’s botherin’ ya!) I wrote the main character to where it could apply to both genders. Just cuz. I thought it was neat. I didn’t do that in my last fic...cuz it’s my ship and shit...so ye.

Click Show More/keep reading/whatever it is to read the thing. Call me out on my hella crappy writing if that’s the case, so I don’t embarrass myself anymore, pls.

The cold winter air of the early Ethereal Moon blew throughout the land of Fodlan. The cold air from the mountains near Garreg Mach Monastery drifted down onto the grounds of the campus. Students and professors donned their best winter attire as they wandered the halls and kept as warm as they could within their dorms and their classes. Try as some might, however, some had fallen victim to the cold. In the Black Eagle class, taught by Byleth Eisner, students sat in their seats, listening to their professor lecture about newer, more advanced battle strategies and tactics.

 “Hih’tchu!”, the professor sneezed into a heavily used handkerchief. If one could call it that. It was more of a worn rag that they carried around with them. They rubbed their raw nose with it and continued lecturing.

The house leader of the Black Eagles, Edelgard Von Hresvelg, sat in the front row of tables, and listened diligently to everything the professor was saying, including their constant sniffling and sneezing. While Edelgard was a very studious woman, a bit more on the stern side of the spectrum, she was very attentive to the clear suffering that her professor was going through. She sniffled, herself, as the air from outside had gotten to her a bit on her way to the room-- much like several of her other classmates-- however, she and none of the others were nearly as bad as the professor was having it.

She felt it was a bit interesting. For the past several moons, she had seen her professor be so strong, so reserved, so confident, yet here they are, practically crumpling before their students, in a sniffling, dripping mess. It was so unnatural to her, seeing their professor like this. ‘What do the others think of this? It’s so...unusual. Is the professor really going to keep teaching in this state?’ Edelgard thought to herself.

“Hih’tchu! Atch’chu!”, sneezed the professor, almost forgetting to cover with their handkerchief. 

‘That thing isn’t going to last them much longer. Should I lend them mine? Should I ask them if they’re doing well? Not now. Not while they’re lecturing. Although…’, Edelgard continued to think to herself. No one else was really saying anything. There were a couple of throat grunts, and some sniffles and coughs, but no one really paid any mind to what was going on. 

Byleth sniffed heavily, trying their best to not allow the mucus to drip to their upper lip. They continued to dab their nose away with their sodden handkerchief as the lecture continued on. Time felt as if it was going faster when they weren’t sneezing, but the sudden stops in the lecture felt as if everything was coming to a halt and slowing down, and whenever it happened, Edelgard felt heat rising in her chest as she felt that she had to do something.

“Hih...h-hi’tchuh! Hiih...H-Hieh’chih!!” the professor sneezed, the wet sound emanating from their rag of a handkerchief.

“Blessings, professor.” spoke Edelgard without hesitation this time.

Byleth turned to her, rubbing their nose, raised their hand a bit, not to silence but in a sort of acceptance, and nodded. The lecture continued.

Edelgard felt a bit of the burning in her chest leave, although as she saw Byleth continue to use that rag of a handkerchief, the heat came back. She felt she needed to do something more. It all just felt wrong to see her professor like this. Edelgard’s mind was both trying to focus on the lecture, but she couldn’t focus while seeing her professor like that. Edelgard sniffled, still debating on what she should do, if anything. Turning her attention back as to what was happening in the lecture, Byleth was discussing something regarding the positioning of a sword weilder’s hand when they suddenly stopped again.

“Gh-hiegh--hi’tchmph! Hih’chrmph! Hiih’tch--tchrmph!!” they sneezed violently into their handkerchief, visible with a new sort of dampness. 

They leaned a bit against their podium, rubbing their raw nose. A bit of visible drippage reared its head as they pulled their handkerchief away, only to quickly put it back to their nose to keep rubbing.

It was at this point that the swelling heat in Edelgard’s chest was at its highest point. If she didn’t do anything now, it was going to linger in her head until the goddess knows how long. She raised her hand a bit, “Excuse me, professor?”

Byleth turned to the young woman, their handkerchief--their sodden rag-- still pressed to their raw, reddened nose. Edelgard took out a white, soft cloth handkerchief folded into a square, and extended it out to the professor. 

“Excuse me for interrupting, but... here.” she said, not in her usual confident tone. She could feel herself getting a bit flustered. She didn’t really plan out what she wanted to say. Byleth, still covering their nose, walked towards her and gratefully took the handkerchief. They put the rag in their coat pocket, and quietly thanked Edelgard. They went back to the podium and continued with the lecture, the professor using the new handkerchief from that point onward. 

Edelgard was able to focus more on the actual lecture rather than what was going on with the professor. She was glad she was able to help, as well as rather foolish for making such a big ordeal of the situation in her head. Interesting enough, when Byleth had gone to take the handkerchief from her, she noticed a certain look in their eyes that they don’t usually show.

Considering the professor was never the best at emoting, it certainly seemed much more noticeable at that instant when they saw the white fabric in her hand. Almost as if they were waiting, hoping, for someone to do what Edelgard did.

[phanomeheart]

Creator tag

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2019. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

Thanks so much for tagging me @etceteraseverywhere!

This was the first year that I ever posted any fic, so it’s nice/wild to be able to participate! I’m still not 100% sure how I feel about posting my writing, but it did get me to actually fully finish a story (9 of them!) for the first time in my life, and folks have been so generous with their interactions with them, so overall I’d say it’s been a positive experience. 

I also just wanna say a big thank you to @phandomficfests​ and @phanfictionevents​ cuz 8 of 9 of the fics I posted this year were for fests and I don’t think I would have had posted nearly as many (or possibly any) without the external motivation/deadline.

Below the cut cuz it got long, of course:

1. Growing Pains (T, 6.3k): Sometimes Fi thinks about how her life would be different if she had been born a boy.

My first fic and my first fem!dnp fic! I signed up for the fest to give myself a deadline and motivation and then realized writing about dnp as women was a lot harder than I’d anticipated given my own complicated relationship with womanhood. It wound up being 6k words essentially about my own journey with gender identity as told through an afab/genderqueer Phil, but people were very very kind about it and some phanfic authors who I admire a lot commented on it/reblogged it and that was so incredibly encouraging and wonderful as a first time poster.

2. Effort at Speech Between Two People (T, 2.1k): Learning a new lover is like learning a whole nother language, Phil’s mother had told him once.

My weird middle child. I wrote this fic in one sitting after listening to the poem of the same name on OursPoetic and I thought it came out kinda weird, maybe not the easiest to read, but was in the style that I like to read and write in and was just plain fun to write in a way writing hadn’t been in a while. I got a few very kind comments on it though, and I still think it’s an interesting topic.

3. just a piece of paper (G, 2.5k): Phil doesn't think marriage is just a piece of paper.

I wrote this in honor of my biggest phandom pet peeve. I just think Phil is a romantic and thinks that marriage is more than just a piece of paper. Though part of the ending is a little funny/out of date now in the post BIG/whatever Phil’s initialism is universe. 

4. turn a little faster (the world will follow after) (T, 3.7k): It takes Phil longer than perhaps it should to wrap his head around the idea of marriage. Not the concept itself—that’s pretty basic and hard to escape if you’ve ever seen a commercial or watched a movie or spoken to another person ever. One man, one woman, promising to love each other forever, build a family, have kids, make a life. That is how you construct your future, the world tells him over and over, implicitly and explicitly, surrounding him with examples of the right way to do it. It's a roadmap to success and happiness, pre-planned, waiting patiently for him to begin. One he can’t quite seem to find the you are here marker on.

I just love me some gay introspection, what can I say? Another self-indulgent queer one.

5. like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of nowhere) (T, 33.5k): Dan is in his second year of uni studying law– or he would be if he hadn’t failed his resits. After being talked into a semester-long leave of absence to get his life in order, he takes a job at the café of a local botanic garden through a flatmate’s family connection. Or so he thinks.

This was for the spring exchange fest and I fell in love with two of the prompts I got, and decided to combine botanic gardens and magical realism. The genre was a bit out of my comfort zone and a lot of it was written very last minute because of some life stuff going on and good old fashioned procrastination, so I’m always worried about how it came out. But a handful of people were and continue to be so incredibly kind and generous with their engagement with it and it has meant the world to me and shown me all of the wonderful possibilities of people being invested in something you created.

I’ve been off tumblr all day and have no idea who’s been tagged (@velvetnautilus? @babethepig? @itsmyusualphannie? @geniusphilester?). Do it if you’d like to! 

[lazy-safetastic-13]

omega lamia,alpha lamia, trespassing, and aggressive flirting(sorry if its too many words). And dude! I relate to the most recent drabble you wrote! I read this story and the protagonist's lover was getting experimented on and i thought there would be more so there would be a happy ending and the next day, the author said the story was completed. I was so angry and sad, the comment section just exploded the next day demanding more or having crying emojis or that the story shattered their hearts

Oooo D’: That cutsdeep into the soul. And daaaaaamn, what a coinkidink! O-O 

At least it’s finished?? Better than having towait for thousands of years for an update, and ends up being incomplete in theend. :’) 

(Totally not saying that be me k? I plan tofinish all my fics or so help me ToT)

Also, not sure I can do aggressive flirting.Cuz I’m close to passing out. X’D 

Also more snakies! XD

Red was sure that he hadn’t gone far out. Asfar as he knew, he was still in Sans’ territory. 

Thus, when he was suddenly approached, itstartled him terribly; almost shrieking as he became defensive to theapproaching black kingsnake lamia. It didn’t help that the latter was at leastfour feet in length, which is really not that much taller than him, but enoughthat he still had to tilt his head up much to his dismay. 

He was here again. Red thought as he inwardly sneered. Non-venemous and aconstrictor like him, he didn’t appreciate how the latter doesn’t get the hintthat he wasn’t interested. 

In fact, the first time, he was cordial enoughsince it’s been a long while since he’d seen other lamias around. He didn’tthink that after that day, the kingsnake would keep coming back. 

Of course not completely nearing their den, justthe borders of their territory. But still, it was starting to get annoying.Especially when the other has been persistent. 

Red made sure to move away whenever the otheradvanced too close for his own comfort, keeping a safe distance between them.He already had Sans so he will never be receptive to anyone else’sattempts. 

“Derek, can you fucking leave? You’retrespassing again, and this is the last time I’m going to warn you.” Red tensedup into a striking position. 

Seeing that he was actually being threateneddidn’t settle well for his own ego. As an alpha, he ought to teach this omega’splace. Derek began to emit an unpleasant musk and shook histail. 

“You’re ordering me? Aren’t you just playing too hard toget.”

Red hissed. “You’re just a stupid ass whocan’t take a hint!” And although he knew that they were going to break out intoa fight, the small cornsnake’s soul trembled. 

As much as he wanted to, he wasn’t adept tofighting. And he knew that he was going to lose, especially to an alpha. Oncemore, Red was reminded of how lucky he was to have Sans as his partner. Assuch, he was going to still do his best to defend his honour. 

This was their territory.

Their home.

Like hell he was going to give that all up tothis fuck. Even if he was scared shitless. 

Derek lunged for Red with deftness, but just ashe was about to do any harm to Red, a large bone smacked him from theside; flinging him to crash to the ground meters away.

Seeing the blue magic coursing around thebone, Red quickly turned around. “Sans!” While he was relieved, he wasalso very concerned. It was nighttime, and his mate wasn’t even supposed to upat this time. Sans was supposed to be resting. 

Sans slithered to his mate, checking first ifhe was all right, before heading towards the trespasser. Like hell he was goingto let the fucker live after that show. Sans bared his fangs, and with his ferocious speed that was much faster than the kingsnake, he punctured the other’s neck;making sure to dig in deep. It helped that he was much larger than him. So theholes were large and truly deep. 

Red couldn’t help butwince at the scream that tore the kingsnake’s throat. Although he watchedat the sidelines, he had thin needle-like bones floating around him, ready tohelp if Sans needed it. Not because this was a fight between alphas that Redcouldn’t participate, but it was because Derek had challenged the right forterritory. It was Sans’ job to make sure that he still stayed as the ruler ofit. So he cannot interfere.

But for the life ofhim, if that asshole managed to injure his mate, don’t blame Red for beingruthless.

Sans continued to bitethe lamia in various places. Ignoring the blood spilling forth and uncaring ofthe other’s struggle and relentless shrieks.

… It wasn’t even afight. Just Sans simply killing another lamia: the predator and the prey.

Derek’s carcass fell tothe ground with a loud thud. And Sans turned to Red. “I’m just going to be disposinghim somewhere. Be back.” Receiving a nod, Sans used his magic to lift the other’scorpse and slithered away.

Watching Sans leave,Red’s soul thumped hard against his chest in relief, awe, and love. He’d never seen Sans fight sofiercely, reminding him that alphas could be so ferocious. But then, Sans was his alpha. His mate for life. The one he’llsolely and completely devote his life to.

Red has no need tofear him. Because he knew that Sans loved and cared for him just as much.

Seeing his mate’sfigure coming back, Red rushed forward to embrace him. And Sans returned thegesture just as tight. It was a good thing that he already washed off theblood.

Red pulled back,worriedly inspecting for injuries that he may not have been able to see fromhis position. “Are you okay?” It also didn’t ease his worries and escape hisnotice how tired Sans looked. He was diurnal after all.

Sans chuckled tiredlyas he fondly gazed at Red. He gently took the other’s hands off of him and placeda kiss on the other’s head. “‘M fine sweetheart. Just tired and sleepy.”

“I’ll bet.” Red movedto support his partner before they both slowly made their way back to their den.

“How ‘bout you,” Sans waved his hand to imply he was talking about the whole scene. He knew his lover was scared of alphas, and Red had never really seen him that way. Although tired, Sans was inwardly nervous about the other’s answer. He almost didn’t want to ask, but he did. “Areyou?”

Red smiled, makingsure to convey to Sans that he was really okay, and that he wasn’t scared of him.There was no need to after all. “Yeah.” He affectionately nuzzled his head against his mate’s chest. “Hehe, you were really cool Sans.”

Sans’ shoulders slumped in relief before he shrugged andgrinned. “Well, it was a piece of snake.” 

And Red’s laugh echoed in the quiet night. Sans wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Gonna make this the last one so I made it long enough. =v=)b gonna pass out. 

Totally a Bone-us content now for Ryu’s giftfic ‘The Lucky and the Unlucky’

[ittybittypbandj]

The Internship - Chapter 2

A multi-chapter Bittyparse fic with fluff and angst! Woot! 5 chapters, weekly updates. Also on ao3. <3

Summary:

Eric Bittle arrived in New York two weeks ago, newly single and ready for a fresh start. This internship was just what he needed to jumpstart his life.

Kent Parson loved his life in New York. He was at the peak of his NHL career. He had friends, the world’s greatest cat, and everything he thought he needed.

He never expected a small Southern blonde to burst into his life and turn everything on its head.

“Lordy, Bun, he winked. Winked! What on earth was I thinking, stayin’ late like I could just make myself at home?”

Señor Bun listened patiently, all floppy ears and non-judgmental beaded eyes. Bitty turned away from the desk, where he’d just finished organizing video clips on his laptop for work the next day, and pulled back the covers to climb into bed. He settled Señor Bun into the crook of his arm and tugged the quilt up around his chin.

“You’re the best listener, Bun.” Bitty nuzzled the worn rabbit and closed his eyes. He hadn’t talked to Señor Bun when he lived with Jack – it seemed too juvenile for his serious-NHL-star boyfriend’s bedroom – but he always felt better after spilling his feelings to his rabbit, and today’s events definitely needed Señor Bun’s comforting touch.

The thing was, Bitty had liked Kent’s wink. Really, really liked it. He’d enjoyed the whole day, in fact. Kent was surprisingly warm and welcoming. He’d been a great host, offering them drinks, chatting with the crew, picking up lunch from the Cantonese restaurant on 10th Ave.

He was also easy to look at, and Bitty wasn’t blind – built like a daydream with his blonde waves and solid muscles. He was only a few inches taller than Bitty, but Bitty would bet he had thirty pounds on him, all pecs and abs and quads, mercy.

But he shouldn’t be thinking about all that. It was too soon after his and Jack’s breakup to be thinking about someone else, and Kent Parson of all people. What on god’s green earth was he doing?

He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling in the dark. Sometime last month, he’d stopped counting the number of days since the breakup. One day it just didn’t make sense anymore. It was like he’d looked down at himself and found a millstone in his hands he never realized he’d been carrying, and once he realized its weight, he could finally drop it.

He still had sad days, and little things sometimes knocked him off-balance like a gust of wind. Jack had been his first boyfriend, first real love. Bitty missed a lot of things about their old life. He’d hear a person speaking Quebecois on the subway, or see ducks in a neighborhood park, or smell maple syrup as he walked past a café, and memories would wash over him.

Bitty hugged Señor Bun tighter and sighed, feeling guilty for the little part of him that desired Kent Parson and his muscles. It was disloyal. Kent was the Bad Guy. Wasn’t he?

“We’ll get through this, Bun, just you wait and see. We’ll be courteous and professional. It’s a business relationship, that’s all.”

As reassurances went, it felt a little hollow, but Señor Bun didn’t comment and Bitty let the conversation drop. He closed his eyes, burrowed a little lower under the covers, and focused on his breath until he drifted off to sleep.

_/_/_/ \_\_\_

Kent: [image07194421.jpg]

Jack: Is Kit wearing a Rangers jersey?

Kent: dude

Kent: read better

Kent: it says Purrson 90 on the back

Jack: Hah, you got her a personalized cat jersey. You’re ridiculous.

Kent: you’re just jelly cuz she could own ur ass at hockey

Kent: her FO% is .52

Jack: I repeat, you’re ridiculous. How’s your day?

Kent: her slapshot tops 90mph

Jack: Did you run today?

Kent: yeah but it was muggy as balls

Kent: u?

Jack: 6 miles, 39:50, light hills

Kent: slacker

Jack: What was your time?

Kent: a gentleman wouldn’t ask

Jack: C’mon, Kenny…

Jack: Please?

Kent: haha

Kent: oh man I forgot I ordered delivery. gotta go, food’s here [sushi emoji] [grinning cat emoji]

Jack: OK weirdo.

Kent dug the heels of his hands into his eyes. Ugh, why did all of his texting turn into piles of steaming shit?

He was texting Jack to build their friendship. Back when Kent was seeing his therapist regularly, they’d talked about what Kent would do if Jack started communicating with him again. They’d written down a list of strategies that Kent could use to help rebuild their friendship as adults, without the tangle of hormones, stress, and unresolved mental health issues that led to their first fiery downfall.

This – texting Jack pictures of Kit – was part of Kent’s Being-Friends-With-Zimms List. So far Jack had initiated most of their text conversations, sending Kent his workout stats and asking him for Netflix recommendations. Kent figured it was his turn, and Kit looked hella cute in her Purrson jersey. He wasn’t about to offer Jack his morning run time; he was always faster than Zimms and it wasn’t polite to brag.

He wanted to eventually get around to asking about Eric, since he was pretty sure adults asked each other if it was OK to be friends with their exes. But, like, one step at a time.

And then Jack had called him Kenny in his text. It was the first time since that party at Samwell years ago. Kent called Jack ‘Zimms’ all the time, and Jack called him ‘Parse’. Those were hockey nicknames, Parse-and-Zimms, Zimms-and-Parse.

Kent’s stomach felt twisted in knots. ‘Kenny’ wasn’t a hockey nickname. It was intimate, and a decade ago it would have been followed by desperate, whispered Quebecois. Kent had convinced himself ages ago that Jack didn’t think of him as ‘Kenny’ anymore.

So, Kent totally freaked and aborted the conversation with made-up sushi. Fuck his life.

He sighed and flipped his phone over. This friendship plan was therapist-approved, damn it. He wouldn’t waste his best chance at being friends with Jack on one stupid texting freakout.

Kent: sorry Zimms, the delivery guy was downstairs

Jack: It’s no problem.

Kent: so, tell me about ur run. get passed by any little old ladies?

_/_/_/ \_\_\_

Bitty and Kent emailed frequently in the two weeks leading up to launch. There were a surprising number of details to iron out. They exchanged photos. Bitty sent a list of proposed posts for Kit’s Instagram and Twitter. Kent replied with changes (Kit always wrote in first person, #NYClife was better curated than #NYC, etc.). Bitty appreciated Kent’s thoughtfulness.

He didn’t appreciate sorting through a deluge of emails from Kent, though, and he wished they could do some things over text. Kent had a habit of sending an email half-written, then replying four or five times with additions and random thoughts. Was it weird to give a professional contact his personal number? It wasn’t, right? He had Meesha’s number. But with all the weird history between him and Kent, what if it was a bad idea?

The night before launch, after sifting through another forty emails from Kent, Bitty finally bit the bullet and emailed Kent his cell number.

Tomorrow’s the big day!!!, he wrote. The advertising placements go live at 3am, social media at 9am. We’ll monitor the comments and retweets from the office. You and Kit are going to do great.

Here’s my cell if you need anything. Shoot me a text if you want help replying to Kit’s comments, or if you need me to use the admin functions to block a troll (not that Kit will have any trolls, she’s the sweetest li’l thing and the internet loves her).

Talk to you tomorrow!

Eric

An hour later, Bitty’s phone dinged with an incoming message.

[Unknown Sender]: hey this is Kent

[Unknown Sender]: texting so you have my number for tomorrow

Bitty: Hi Kent! How y’all doing tonight?

Kent: good, watching minority report and drinking wine. Kit’s practicing her autograph

Bitty: She’s such a sweetie [grinning emoji]

Kent: u?

Bitty: I’m waiting for a batch of mini-pies to finish baking, then I’m off to bed. You & Kit should get some sleep too, big day tomorrow

Kent: pie??? [pie emoji] [heart-eyes cat emoji]

Bitty: I’m a bit of a baker. It helps when I’m nervous [blushing emoji]

Bitty: Someday I’ll bring you some, how’s that sound? My blueberry cream cheese pie was first runner-up at the Georgia state fair

Kent: you are my hero

Bitty: Lol talk to you tomorrow Kent

Kent: night Eric

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“Can I get something started for you, sir?”

Kent stepped forward and smiled at the barista. He ordered a latte and a morning bun. She rang him up and efficiently prepared his order, handing him a to-go mug and a pastry the size of Kit’s head. He squeezed into a booth with rustic benches and a bud vase of daisies, and waited for Eric.

This was Kent and Eric’s first Post-Launch Monthly Touchbase, or whatever businessy name Eric had called it in his email.

The day was gorgeous – cool and dry, which was unheard of in New York in August – and Kent didn’t want to waste it by meeting in an office. He’d asked if they could meet somewhere else, and Eric had recommended this sunny café near Washington Square Park. It was eclectic and cute, and Kent was going to chirp Eric to hell and back over the hipster croissant/bagel hybrid – cragels? bagants? – the café was supposedly famous for.

After ten minutes, Kent spotted Eric through the window approaching the café, tugging earbuds out of his ears and looping them around his thin fingers. He wore a pale yellow sweater over a light blue button-down and navy khakis that hugged his thighs, and Kent silently, sternly reminded his dick that this was a business meeting.

Eric ordered and made his way to the table. He set down a small pastry between them and looked at Kent with his warm, inviting brown eyes.

“Have you tried the cragels? They’re just lovely. I got us one to share, they always sell out.”

Kent groaned.

The business part of the meeting was efficient and smooth, like all of his and Eric’s interactions so far. In the two weeks since launch, they’d texted regularly and kept up with the marketing plan, so really all they needed to do was confirm the advertising placements for September.

Kent enjoyed working with Eric. He was capable and self-assured. Although Kent was starting to discover he was something of procrastinator, if the number of emails Eric sent after midnight was any indication.

Bitty tapped lightly on his phone screen. “Let’s see now, you’re in training camp starting September third…any dates we need to work around before then?”

Kent tore off a strip of morning bun. “Well, we’re already back to training every day, with morning workouts and ice time most afternoons. I don’t think there’s any conflicts though,” he took a large bite and paused as he chewed, “I’ll text you if something comes up.”

Bitty looked up and his lips quirked into a smile. “Lord, I forgot y’all’d be in daily practices already. I can’t believe how quickly I’ve forgotten the hockey schedule. This meeting wasn’t at a bad time, was it?”

Was Eric making a reference to Jack’s schedule or his own college days? Kent wasn’t sure, so he politely ignored it.

“Nah, you’re golden. I started early and did upper body work before coming here.”

“Bulking up for the season?”

“You hadn’t noticed?” Kent asked, fake-sweetly. He flexed comically and Eric laughed.

“Well you keep workin’ on that morning bun, hon. I’m sure that helps.”

Kent gawped. Eric was chirping him. He grinned. It was on.

They joked and talked as customers filed in and out around them. Kent’s cheeks hurt from smiling. Eric’s short hair had gone a little fluffy where he kept unconsciously running his fingers through it. Kent had an irrational desire to grab Eric’s wrist and gently kiss each of his fingertips. He squashed the impulse and rearranged their empty plates in the center of the table.

Somehow the conversation turned to Vegas. It was less weird than Kent expected, although he knew they were both dancing around some of the particulars.

“Why did you move to New York? The Aces wouldn’t have traded you, right? Not right after the Stanley Cup win. I expected them to give you the C or something.”

Kent nodded. “They wanted to. They were ready to re-up my contract, add a no-move clause, the whole nine yards. I just, I never really settled in Vegas, I guess. I’d made a few friends, some guys on the team I’m still close with, but it was hard being all the way across the country. When the Rangers put out feelers – Smith was retiring as Captain, they were looking for something long-term…” He shrugged. “I was interested.”

Eric made a supportive noise. “I reckon it’s nice being closer to family. I know I’d love to have my mama closer than a plane ride away.”

Kent shrugged again. “I’m not really close with my mom and stepdad. It’s cool to be near my sister, though.” He couldn’t hide a grin as he bragged a little. “She’s a senior at NYU, majoring in Biomolecular Science. A total whiz kid. I have no idea where she gets it.”

Eric smiled at him and something warm fluttered in Kent’s belly.

“What about you? How are you liking New York?”

Eric tensed subtly, a tightness in his shoulders and jaw, before he relaxed and leaned forward.

“It’s great. I mean, it’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, y’know? I always wanted to see the world outside Georgia, and this is my chance.” His smile faltered and he picked at the napkin in front of him. He appeared to be thinking.

“I never really thought New York was where I’d end up, but it’s been a good change. When–”

Eric stopped. Kent held his breath as Eric exhaled and squared his shoulders.

“When Jack and I broke up, I was worried I wasn’t gonna find anything up north and I’d have to move home with my parents. I felt like such a failure. When Shitty – he’s a friend of mine from college – when Shitty helped me land this internship, I was nervous as all get out. New York City, lord. But if this was my chance to stay and make something of myself, I wasn’t going to waste it.”

Kent nodded and watched Eric’s face. This was the most personal conversation he and Eric had ever had – shit, it was the first time either of them had mentioned Jack – and he watched Eric’s eyes for any sign of regret.

Eric glanced up and caught Kent’s eyes, then returned his gaze to his napkin and huffed a little laugh.

“Listen to me, ramblin’ on. You’ve probably got all sorts of important things to do today and here I am, monopolizing your time with my life story.”

Kent wanted so badly to reach out and press his fingers against Eric’s face, smooth the frown from his cheekbones. He squeezed his fingernails into his palms under the table.

“I like your life story,” he offered.

Eric looked up, questioning.

Kent smiled in a way he was sure looked dopey, but whatever. “I mean, I like talking to you. Although your choice in cafes is abhorrent. I’m totally choosing the next location. Us New Yorkers gotta educate you newbies.”

His chirp had exactly the desired effect. Eric’s eyes lit up and he straightened in mock indignation.

“Abhorrent? Mister Parson, this café is adorable. Where would you have us meet, a hot dog cart?”

“Somewhere that respects the sanctity of the bagel, for starters.”

Eric laughed, full and rich. He shook his head as he began to bus their dishes. “Well, you just let me know what New York institution you think I need to try first, and we can meet there for next month’s meeting.”

Kent smiled and grabbed their things. He wants to do this again, his sentimental brain thought stupidly.

When they got outside, Eric turned to walk toward the subway at the same time as Kent started walking the other way. They both stopped and turned quickly to face each other, and Eric nearly collided with Kent’s chest. Kent grabbed Eric’s upper arm instinctively, steadying him as he laughed.

Eric’s cheeks flushed at the contact, and at that moment Kent wanted Eric so, so badly. Eric was handsome and bright. He lit up Kent's day like a ray of sunshine through clouds.

And okay, Kent realized that was a corny metaphor. And the whole 'cloudy day' thing wasn't totally accurate – Kent loved his life in New York. He was at the peak of his NHL career, leading the league in assists and taking his team to the playoffs for three consecutive years. He liked the guys he played with, he’d made friends, and he kept in touch with Troy and Scraps.

Hell, he’d even dated a little, something he couldn’t have imagined as a rookie in Vegas. Neither of his recent ex-boyfriends had been endgame material, but he was proud of himself for the serious therapy that finally helped him feel stable enough for a relationship.

In short, he hadn’t expected a small Southern blonde to burst into his life and turn everything on its head. But right now, he felt like there was an Eric-sized hole in his world, and here was Eric, right in front of him.

Eric’s laugh faded and he looked up at Kent with wide, vulnerable eyes. Kent stared at his eyelashes, flitting open and closed as he blinked.

Oh god, Kent suddenly realized he’d been staring for way too long. Had Eric noticed? He dropped the hand on Eric’s arm.

“I, um–” he started, stopped.

Eric jumped in, “I, uh, I’ll email you about the advertising placements.”

“Yeah, the advertising placements,” Kent echoed.

They watched each other in silence. Eric licked his lips, and Kent’s mouth went dry.

“I have to get to the office,” Eric said finally. He waved a hand in the general direction of midtown, but kept his eyes glued to Kent's.

Kent nodded. “I should get home, feed Kit before she gets hungry and starts hunting the neighbors.”

Eric laughed, and just like that the moment passed.

“Take care now, Kent. I’ll be talkin’ to you soon.”

Kent returned the smile. “You too, Eric.”

He watched as Eric walked away. He lifted his left hand and lightly traced his lips with his fingers. If he concentrated, he could almost imagine the feeling was Eric's lips brushing his.

Fucking hell, he was such a sap. He shoved his hands in his pockets and, when Eric’s blonde head finally disappeared down the subway stairs, he turned and walked toward home.

[peakyxshelby]

Finn Shelby x reader Word count: 1389 Warnings: THIS IS VERY DARK, mentions of smut, a lot of violence, some fluff, and swearing Request: Hey i love the fic you made, so thank you, i wad wondering if you could write something where Finn finds you hurt cuz you are in a relationship with him or something. Author’s note: I really like the way i wrote this one, let me know how you feel about it, i love feedback! :)

There she was, lying there pretty much lifeless. The love of your life, covered in blood eyes closed, chest not moving. So many people were rushing around her at this point. Polly grabbing towels pressing them to the open wounds, tears streaming down her face. She was screaming orders, but you couldn’t hear anything but the shallow sharp breaths (Y/N) was taking. John had her head rested on his leg trying to keep her awake, keep her eyes open. “The cars ready!” You saw Michael pick her up off the ground and rush her to the car. Everything was going in slow motion. Her new position showed off al her wounds. You sunk to your knees no longer feeling numb and let out a cry. You had never felt this type of pain. You couldn’t lose her. “Come on Finn,” Tommy said grabbing your shoulders, helping you up to your feet and finding your balance. “I’ve fucking lost her Tommy,” the words barely came out your mouth. Tommy hugged you showing you that he was there for support. And god knows you’d need it. She was your absolute rock and now her limp body was being rushed to hospital in the back of John’s car. “If we leave right now we’ll reach the hospital at the same time.”

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“I have to go Finn,” you say as he nuzzles into your neck. “Stay,” he whispered in your ear sending goosebumps through your body. As much as this was a tempting offer. If you weren’t back in the house by the time your brother noticed you’d be dead meat. Even though you were 17 your brother was very protective and being friends with John and the rest of the boys meant he knew all too well what trouble the blinders brought around. You also knew how dangerous the men were, you’d been brought up with them. Your mum passed when you were just 5 and Aunt Pol helped your dad raise you and your brothers up. She treated yous like one of her own. “Finn,” you start to say before he cuts you off placing a kiss on your lips. You lean back giggling at the boy you loved trying so damn hard. “Listen i need to go, if George finds me not in my bed here is the first place he’ll be looking and we will both be in a lot of trouble.” Finn groaned pulling you closer to his chest and as much as it was tempting you knew you had to get home. When you eventually got out of his grip you started pulling on your clothes and jacket, he got up and started getting dressed too. “What do you think you’re doing?” “Walking you home.” “I don’t think so.” “It’s dark out, you shouldn’t be out on your own.” he said looking at you with a concerned expression. “I’ll be fine, I promise. It’s only the next street down” “But..” you cut him off by pressing your lips to his. He sighed already knowing there is no way he’d be winning this argument. “I love you (Y/N).” “I love you too Finn,” and with that, you turned and left out the door.

The streets were dark and you could see the steam of your hot breath against the cold air. The dark looked calming and gave her time to reflect on the day, but all she could think about was Finn. All of a sudden you saw a man peer round one of the back alleys that lead to the next street, when he saw you were looking he quickly dipped back behind the wall that was hiding him. His was bad news. You could already tell this man wasn’t a friendly passer by also walking around Small Heath at 5 in the morning. You quickly turned on your heels and started picking up the pace making your way back to the Shelby home. You could here quick footsteps behind you and you started to sprint, but this man was bigger and faster than you could ever be. He soon had his hands tightly round your shoulder and a sharp cold knife pressed up against your neck. You froze. You couldn’t shout or fight. Your life was in this mans hands. Tears started falling as the man turned you around and shoved you hard against the wall, you could feel your warm blood start to trickle down your neck where your head made contact with the wall. “Help! Help me! Help!” you shouted so desperately hoping that anyone could hear you. “Shut up!” the man yelled back putting his hand over your mouth and pushing your head back against the wall. You let out a shriek of pain as the gash on your head from the last blow was squeezed back against the wall. “Now little miss shelby,” The man hissed millimeters away from your face. “The fucking blinders killed my brother, killed my fucking brother.” The rage in this man’s eyes burned like flames he didn’t realise how hard he was pushing on your neck until you started to slump over. “Shit.” he muttered under his breathe. At this point you were seeing white and your head was pounding, but the man didn’t look like he wanted to kill you, you prayed that he didn’t want to kill you. He was still holding you up against the wall and you managed to lift your head to look at him. “Sorry,” you gasped out barely audible from how weak you were feeling, tears streaming down your face. The man looked you dead in the eyes, tears had started to brim in his own eyes. “I’m sorry too, but they have to pay, they have to lose someone like i lost someone.” You knew that there was little hope for you know. “Please,” you whispered as the man quickly shook off his emotions. “Please!” you screamed again hoping anyone could hear you. That’s when you saw a light turn on just to the right of you. John’s room. Hope. “Help! Help me! John! Help!” It took everything you had to scream and scream until eventually John was at the window, looking down in horror. You heard him start shouting frantically waking the house up. And that’s when it happened. A sharp, crippling pain right through your core, the man had plunges his knife into your stomach. He pulled it out and you dropped into his arm as he stabbed you one more time just next to the first. You could hear John scream and a gunshot go off as the knife was pulled out of your stomach you let out a small scream before your whole body gave in. You only saw white flashes and your vision was blurry, when you were picked up in John’s arms as the rest of the family came down to see the horror.

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You arrived at the hospital the same time as (Y/N). Polly got out the car covered in blood and ran straight in to get a doctor while Michael and John tried to get (Y/N) out of the car without hurting her anymore. Her eyes weren’t open anymore, you ran over grabbing her hand. “(Y/N) if you can hear me know I love you, know we all love you. Just please please keep fighting” and with that she was whisked away into the hospital. You stood outside looking into the sky praying that she was ok. You became so worked up your heart started pounding and couldn’t catch your breath. Arthur was out by your side trying to calm you frown and handing you a hip flask. “This is all my fucking fault! I shouldn’t have left her alone!” You broke down sobbing when, (Y/N)’s brother pulled up infront of the hospital. When he saw how broken you were he also started to cry. “Where is she?” You couldn’t speak and Arthur was trying to get his words together. “Where fucking is she?!” “They’re operating on her, seeing what they can do, no one is allowed in.” And with that her brother ran threw the doors Arthur chasing after him. Leaving me alone. “I’m so so so sorry,” Finn whispered to the sky as the sun just started to rise. “I love you.”