#if anyone wants to be untagged also lemme know

[epiphainie]

i really enjoy your writing and i was curious about what your favourite bucktommy fics are 👀👀

(only if you feel like answering!)

thank you! i feel like i keep reccing the same fics but i adore them a lot sooo... i'll try to mention more this time:

(edit: putting it under read more bc it got really long)

one way trip to the sun by @newtkelly i've read this twice, i adore the writing, the film homages, the nonlinear format. it's made for me

what the agony had been for by @alchemistc honestly, anything by catie but this is one of my fav tommy focused fics and it being by buck's pov is a feature

a promise of forever by @firehose118 i love the flavor of domesticity bucktommy have in this one, it's so comforting

identify me by @kinaaaard i dont know how to explain it but this fic ruined me for some reason

histocompatibility by @rcmclachlan loved it on tumblr, loved it on ao3 again

five ways to fall in love with the man in the mirror by @userautumn i've just read this this morning and it managed to make me cry with its less than 2k words, it's gorgeous

baby, if you think you're able (you need to take this rough medicine) by @dadbodbuck best smut muah

rule four (you were only waiting for this moment to arise) by daisyblaine (idk if they're here) anything with these vibes is made for me honestly, just this liminal piece of character study

an outlier that should not be counted by @dadvans this is a classic to me

old dog new tricks by @watchyourbuck this one makes my brain go brrrrrr age gap smut you will always be famous

mr july by @lazybakerart this is how i aspire to write in buck's pov honestly, his voice is so good here, so buck

jealousy doesn't always come with green eyes by elizabethgee my fav jealousy fic

Versatile by cjr2 (please tag the writers if you know theyre here) i remember this making me laugh out loud

like sun on my skin (so this is love, i know it is) by @buckera im a slut for these types of flash moments on a theme fics and this is so sweet

Awful quiet here since love fell asleep by @cecilyv @liminalmemories21 one thing about me: the first thing i read when i get into a ship is the breakup fics and this is so beautiful my absolute fav

display me by WallabyWhump i think about this all the time, fav smut oneshots top contender

get undressed, leave a mess (worry 'bout it after) by @prettyboybuckley i read this before i watched the show and it changed my brain chemistry, it's so filthy (positive)

[heylavellan]

2024 writing round up

saw @inquisimer doing this, so thought i'd jump in as well. i like stats (i study it!) so i thought it would be fun to see what i did this year, especially since i picked up writing again about in august! if you feel comfortable sharing your stats, feel free to jump in. thought i'd also tag a few people (lemme know if you wanna be untagged!!): @lasatfat, @miladydewintcr, @shouldaspunastory, and @rookfeathers

words published: 47,643

additional words written: 45,616

total words: 93,259

fandoms: oops all dragon age!! mostly inquisition, veilguard, and origins, but there was a smattering of awakening and the books (aka various authors)

highest kudos: this actually surprised me! it's a tie at 39 for both of my viperquin/tashur fics! My Personal Andraste and Business as Usual. Very thankful to the Viperquin brainrot community on Tumblr for being so supportive!! ;u;

highest hit oneshot: also Business as Usual! my rookanis fic, sous chef was a close second by 10 hits.

new things I tried: mostly getting into fic writing again! i started up in august after a two year hiatus from fan writing in general. i published my first smut, took part in gift exchanges, and tried an epistolary.

fic I spent the most time on: Two of Your Finest Vints for @dapolyshipping. two and a half months trying to figure out how dorikrembull worked in a way that felt genuine. it's established qpr krem bullee figuring out that they both want dorian. krem falls in love and bull slots in just right :')

favorite thing I wrote: it's really silly, but Pigeon Proofing. writing with shale's voice is so fucking fun, and the prompt i got for this one had me shitting myself with laughter. also, wynne and shale have a delightful friendship.

honourable mention to frocks, frills, and thrills, a fun 4+1 things fic written as a part of @black-emporium-exchange. i had fun researching the dresses and avoiding writing my masters thesis. also is the reason that LettersandCoffee and i have been designated to be friends by the universe!

favorite thing(s) I read: so so many! here's a selection below:

Wingin It by @lioncubofboone. Dorian/Cullen/Krem. Krem plays wingman for Dorian/Cullen but misses the fact that he is sorely in love with them :')

All Hail West Thedas by @blarrghe. Dorian/Adaar/Bull. When I say you need to consider gay cowboys, you need to consider gay cowboys!!

Excised by jtph. Couldn't find their tumblr, so I've linked their YouTube. Dorian/Anders, past!Handers, FenHawke. Modern AU where Anders is a brain trauma patient at the hospital Dorian works at and they spend more and more time together.

If You Want by romanticiding. Couldn't find socials. Alistair/m!Cousland. Bros help each other come, right?

Teagan's Chance by @cherieofthedragons. Teagan/f!Cousland. Meriana never wanted anyone during the Fifth Blight, but she wants Teagan :')

writing goals for 2025: finish "As the World Falls Down," a post DA:O zevwarden fic where alistair made the final sacrifice. publish at least one work per month. and do another gift exchange! they're fun

new works: 27

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[bumblebeerror]

I’m sorry, I know this is beating a dead horse but I HAVE to break down this anon.

For context: This anon was sent to me, and similar ones were sent to @maybe0rdinary [if you want to be untagged lemme know] because we both expressed nondisordered (in this context, meaning: symptoms that do not negatively or significantly effect our quality of life at this current moment) symptoms that are associated with psychosis. In my case, I have ongoing hallucinations of common repetitive noises, such as doors closing or opening, footsteps, doorbells, phone buzzes/text tones, phones ringing or hanging up, dogs barking, people talking, etc. These hallucinations happen almost daily, but because they are easy to check and only startle me occasionally, I’m both used to them and don’t really have an issue with them. I don’t know why they happen, and honestly I don’t particularly care to find out unless it becomes more bothersome.

So, let’s break it down, shall we?

I don’t know what “fucking disgraces to the medical community” is supposed to mean, if I’m honest. I’ve heard of transmeds? Maybe it’s something similar but either way. I don’t really care that much tbh. The medical system has a long and sordid history with mental health and I don’t really seek their approval whatsoever.

Whilst I absolutely can HAHA FUNNY 🤪 my way out of whatever I want because I am awesome and cool,

I in no way said that faking a mental illness is okay. However, I will say that fakeclaiming random people online based on your understanding of a book of diagnostic criteria meant to be used by doctors is absolutely far more harmful to mentally ill people as a whole than someone pretending to be mentally ill for clout.

L.A. and I are in no way effecting doctor’s opinions of psychosis in any meaningful way. I assure you that just like homophobes, doctors in general who already have low opinions of psychotic disorders and the people who have them will not be further swayed.

Ah yes, I forgot I cannot have Symptoms until I am designated my Disorder by the doctor.

Delusions can and do happen in disorders besides psychosis. In fact, there’s a whole disorder called Delusional Disorder. They can present in Bipolar Disorder and even Major Depression, dementia, and that’s not even mentioning various schizophrenic disorders…

Visual Hallucinations can also be caused by various schizophrenic disorders, bipolar disorder, dementia, and also PTSD, Borderline Personality Disorder, Parkinson’s, migraine…

Auditory Hallucinations can be caused by the above and also by insomnia, narcolepsy…

Point being, psychosis is not the only disorder or condition that causes delusions or hallucinations.

“OBVIOUSLY you would have had to have gotten them treated” presumes a lot about the cost in both time and money of getting those things diagnosed. It presumes a lot about someone’s resources. It presumes a lot about how much literally anyone at a job or in the medical field cares about someone who is struggling, even if said struggle is obvious.

“Literally wouldn’t be able to hold down a job” presumes that anyone with psychosis or a disorder that can cause hallucinations or delusions is helpless, useless, or otherwise incapable by default of acceptable or masking behavior, mental fortitude, or any other ability really.

Which is incredibly ableist to assume off the bat about such a wide and varied spectrum of disorders and such a large number of individuals.

“Shut the fuck up and let people with actual psychosis speak” is presumptuous at best. I won’t say anything more.

I do not have psychosis - and I have never claimed to. I don’t presume to speak for everyone who’s ever had an auditory hallucination the same way L.A. talking about a delusion from years ago isn’t presuming to speak for anyone but them and their own experience, and I feel that was obvious from the way they phrased their experience.

Disorders are disorders only if they negatively effect your quality of life. If you were to have clinical depression, and you learned coping techniques to combat it effectively to the point that it doesn’t impact your day to day life, your brain has not stopped having a predisposition to not having enough serotonin receptors. Your brain has not magically been made neurotypical. But, provided that your coping mechanisms adequately negate the symptoms that negatively impact your life, you could be considered no longer disordered.

The same is true with any symptom or condition that could be categorized as a disorder - if it doesn’t impact your quality of life… it’s not a disorder. It is a requirement when it comes to shit like this that the thing be hurting you. If it doesn’t hurt you, like my auditory hallucinations don’t hurt me, it’s not a disorder.

Speaking about a symptom of a possible disorder does not equal stolen valor or speaking over others with that disorder, and using it as such feels very much like a silencing tactic. I hope you think carefully about doing this in the future.

All in all, I think maybe you need to spend more time researching and speaking with other mentally ill people in general.

I think you are probably pretty young and pretty new to discourse in general, and that’s okay. The benefit of the doubt is a powerful tool, and I hope when it comes to these things you use it more, because your passion is admirable.

I’m glad you were on anon - it means I can pull this ask apart now that I’m done clowning on it and explain why I clowned it without fear of you getting personally hurt.

I think this is an opportunity to learn, and I hope you take it. I think that this is something you care deeply about, and I hope you continue to do so and aren’t doing so only for internet points. I hope you can take a moment to listen to new voices, and try new perspectives. They have important and helpful insight to offer.

[goldrose-star]

AJ & Clay - Wedding Invitations

Just a little something I came up with. I had a wedding invitation in mind and worked on it but it somehow didn't turn out how I wanted it to, so I made these instead. The pics below are all the same three pictures, I just choose different flowers and different bg colours. I hope you like it.

Edit: I created a new wedding invitation (more or less..) and the flowers may be a bit too much but anyway.

Also, Clay and AJ don't know each other (yet) and that's just me shipping Teethy's Clay with my OC AJ, so not canon.

Also a lil something because why not?

AJ leaned over the wedding invitations she's been working on for a while, having printed dozens of stickers of different flowers, varying in colour, size and form. Said flowers which she currently used to assault the invitations with, it seems.

Clay, hearing AJ quietly laugh to herself, makes his way in her direction. Looking over her shoulder he raises one eyebrow in surprise. "Don'tcha think that's a bit too many flowers sugar?" he questions, amusement lacing his words.

The paper was coloured in teal, getting lighter to the bottom. Tiny stars and crescent moons, as well as two orange orchids were adoring the invitation. Their names, a small text and two more flower elements were also beautifully arranged on the paper. What seemed to be more than enough tho were the flower stickers.

Hearing his voice AJ turns around, the corner of her lips tilting upwards. "Never" she just says, which in turn makes Clay grin. Looking up at the man she's lucky enough to call her own, she reaches one hand up, cupping the side of his face. The redhead covers her hand with one of his own in return, the difference in size between both their hands noticable. Angling his head to the side he puts a kiss to her wrist, which makes AJ melt in adoration.

"I love you" she quietly says, the fondness in her voice evident. Rising from her chair her other hand finds the front of Clay's tee, tugging him gently closer. Clay takes a step forward, both of his hands cupping her face, pulling her closer while leaning down until they are face to face, both of their noses nearly touching. "I love you too" he whispers against her lips before closing the distance.

The invitations forgotten for the time being.

Well.. I tried? 🫣

Tagging my beloved girl Teethy (@rottent33th) 💖

Also: @bluecoolr @slaasherslut @solmints-messyocdiary @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @the-pinstriped-hood @visceravalentines @myers-meadow @damien-mlm @probably-a-plant-thing @shonkgobonk @sketchbook-of-shadows @tahlalilian @devil-doll13 @flower-crowned-lady

(I dunno if anyone else is interested, so if you want me to tag or untag you lemme know)

[dragonballwish]

Do you have any like-minded dragonball blogs you would recommend?

Hi anon! Thank you for asking :)

(Sorry in advance for tag, lemme know if you want me to untag you!)

Here are some people I’d definitely recommend based both on bias (they are my db friends) and on content (we have similar opinions and often are in the same circles):

@gokustits this is the blog you will love if you love goku :) fantastic takes and also really cute-awesome-inspiring art journey

@dbzebra this guy has the answers to any db questions, practically a db historian with good takes, resident Goten and Marten stan <3 ⛵️ you should 100% read their fics they are very soft and sweet

@dailycupofcreativitea very creative mostly Gohan content, but very cute and/or emotional art that mostly surrounds the son family, as well as piccolo and trunks and so on. Definitely one of my personal favorite dragon ball blogs!!

@masenkoha dragon ball z gif LEGEND, Ri is awesome and great and has really awesome content <3 100% recommend their blog

@birdantlers not necessarily all dragon ball posting (?) but you will not regret following, awesome art and really awesome ideas about AUs and also dragons. God. The DRAGONS !!! Very cool I go insane every time (affectionate)

@chestnutisland iconic legendary amazing k18 posting, very wholesome content geared toward the krillin family <3 also has a very lovely artstyle and hosts the chestnut fest that is going on as we speak !

Uhmmm that’s what I can think of off the top of my head !! Thank you sm for asking me personally I feel very honored :)

If anyone else with like-minded blogs could uhh reblog this or reply that would be great !

[akirafanarts]

Theo’s Birthday Countdown 2020!

Aaaaaahhhhhh yesssss!!! only 10 days until his birthday 🥰😍 I’m soooo excited!!! I hope I make it through lol 🤞🏻 Who’s with me on this? 👀

Let’s start with Mr. Grumpy McGrump face 😂 I love my men pouty 😁 also isn’t it fun to tease the tease?! 😉

Remember the fun Easter avatar gacha? 😈 I can practically hear him saying, “Get over here Hondje and I’ll punish you” lol 😂

Tagging: @mikotomizuki , @littlemissyina , @paopufruittt

Lemme know if anyone’s want to be tagged/untagged 💕

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[felicityollies]

send me a cosmic sign

olicity || gen || fluff || 1792 || more fics

summary: Did you know after returning to earth, astronauts often drop common objects fully believing they will float? Felicity seems to be having this problem. Oliver, a barista she meets, happens to think it's kind of cute.

a/n: based on the prompt @thefrizz13 posted on twitter! also part of the quarantine and chill fic drive prompt: coffee shop au. all the prompts // more quarantine and chill fics

read on ao3 ||  buy me a coffee? || ask a question

★ @alexiablackbriar13  ★  @almondblossomme  ★   @bazingagubicorn  ★ @blackcanarydinah  ★  @bisexualfelicity  ★  @coal000  ★ @deathandindignitybedamned  ★   @flowerandsunshine ★ @garrickjay ★  @green-arrows-of-karamel  ★  @hope-for-olicity  ★ @imusuallyobsessed  ★ @it-is-jay-amaya  ★ @jaspertown  ★ @mammashof  ★ @memcjo  ★ @miriam1779  ★ @missafairy  ★ @missyriver ★ @mickeysjones  ★  @mochababychristy  ★ @myhauntedblacksoul  ★ @nerdyandturdy  ★  @olicitylovemaking ★ @oliverfel4  ★ @omglovechrissie  ★ @pleasantfanandstudent  ★ @pjcmfalcon  ★ @releaseurinhibitions  ★  @smoakqueenz ★  @sweetdawn129  ★ @tdgal1  ★ @therewas-a-girl ★  @vicky-vale  ★

if anyone wants to be tagged/untagged lemme know

[flurryflair]

“When the Magnolias bloom” - Dean/Cas, Chap 2

Here we go, chapter 2 now up! This one is from Dean’s POV and the boys get to actually talk to each other so hope you’ll enjoy it!

Thanks everyone for your support for this story, it means a lot <3 @petrichoravellichor @all-or-nothing-baby @eyesofatragedy67 @tipofmemory (if anyone wants to be tagged/untagged please lemme know, I’m really not the best at tumblr etiquette!)

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> Garth (RECEIVED 20:24)

-Sorry bud

-Got caught up

-Can’t make it

“Damn it, man,” Dean huffs under his breath. Of course Garth would send his ass to a fancy bar just to bail on him last minute. He eyes the outside of the place for a second, an expensive hotel he can’t see himself ever staying at, already feeling out of place in his flannel and scuffed up jeans. They’re the nice ones, dark denim fitting tight over his legs, good enough for a carpenter meeting his clients, but likely not good enough for an upscale piano-bar like this one.

> Garth (RECEIVED 20:25) -You should still go -Enjoy the finer things in life for once

He kind of wants to tell the man to go fuck himself, kind of wants to go check out the place since he’s already made the effort to find parking downtown. He sighs as he shoves the phone back in his jeans, might as well get himself at least a beer at this point.

Resolved to spend his night at the bar, he retrieves his small sketchbook from the glovebox. It’s a small, battered thing, but it’ll do for now. There’s a couple of ideas for a set of oak chairs floating in his head, and he needs to see how they look when he actually puts them on paper.

The bar is as upscale as he had imagined, but also warm, inviting, as he strides towards the counter, itching to sit down and have a drink in his hand already. There’s a young bartender smiling at him as soon as he finds an empty stool, eyes sweeping interested and a little shameless over his body in a way that almost makes Dean flush.

“Hey, man, I’ll have a beer; whatever IPA you got on tap,” he says, 'cause it’s a safe choice. He watches the guy pour him one and feels more relaxed as the glass fills up. Soon the cool glass is in his palm, and with every new sip he feels like he belongs a little more.

The sketchbook is open in front of him on a blank page, ready for him to draw, when a woman, a singer, Dean realizes, walks to the piano. He watches her, mesmerized by the way the sequins on her dress catch the light, shimmering like a mirage on her sparkly dress as she walks up slowly to the microphone.

She starts singing an old Elvis song; the hair on Dean’s neck raises up in a soft wave of goosebumps, and it takes him a couple bars to place it. When he does it’s with the picture of Lisa’s face, his nose buried in her dark hair, smelling like jasmine, as she swayed against him, hands curling under his suit, her wedding dress sweeping low on the floor as they danced in the center of the room, all eyes on them, the loving couple.

He hadn’t wanted the song, had thought it too sappy, but Lisa had liked it. She had kissed him quick and sweet, told him he could add one Zeppelin song to their playlist in exchange, so he agreed. It had been easy, light like a smile, warm like a hug.

The memory is a sweet one, and he almost feels it like a real thing in his mouth, an overwhelming sweetness that has already turned sour on his tongue.

He clutches his fingers around the glass, takes a sip and as the bitter drink chases the sweetness down into his chest, he pretends it’s enough.

“Hello, Dean.”

Suddenly there’s a voice in Dean’s ears, a raspy gravel that scrapes him all the way through; it seeps through the soft piano music, nestles in his head, seeps down into his chest, where there’s something tender that thrums softly in recognition.

Keep reading on Ao3

[dabblinginmarvel]

Grazed

Plot: You and Peter are on a mission together and he pushes you out of the way of a bullet.

Blog Tag: @heyjess-marie

A/N: Part Two of Mom’s a Superhero. I had so much trouble writing this because of my writer’s block, I hope it doesn’t suck.

Warnings: Brief use of foul language

Word Count Total: 1225

Short Imagine #213

Title: Grazed

You chuckled, ducking around your mom’s staff swing. “I keep expecting to hear you say, ‘Constant vigilance!’”

“I may if you don’t start to pay better attention soon.” She took another swing at you and you just barely deflected with your staff. You tumbled out of the way, aiming your staff at her in defense, and your mother grinned, taking a relaxed stance. “Alright, I think today’s lesson has been successful.”

You stood up and nodded to her. She walked past you and swiftly swung her staff at your ankle. You deflected in the nick of time and your mother chuckled. “Very good. Okay, now we’re done.”

“Promise?” You grinned.

“I promise. Go take a break.”

You dropped your staff and hugged your mom, just in case she got any ideas to surprise you on your way out.

Natasha had finally come around to training you in the fighting style of a widow a few months ago. You had begun sneaking away to learn how to fight and when she found you, you were about two seconds away from twisting something. So, she had decided to train you in fighting properly.

It was useful, especially when they had need for someone to run backup on missions. Natasha had not been very thrilled about the prospect of her daughter on missions at first, but you proved you could sneak in anyway and had no choice but to say yes. With you and Peter Parker, stealth missions were much more successful. It was rare that anyone tripped the alarm on either side anymore.

Later that day, the mission alert came over FRIDAY’s speakers and you suited up.

Natasha poked her head into your room. “Ready to head out?”

You nodded, tightening your wrist braces built into your suit before following her out.

Right before you made it to the jet, Peter just about ran into you, adjusting his suit over his shoulder.

“How did you get here so fast?” you asked, brow furrowed.

“I was already here.”

“And I didn’t know this?”

“I got here ten minutes ago to discuss some upgrades to the webslingers with Mr. Stark.”

“Have you asked Bruce yet?” You stepped up into the jet with Peter right behind you.

“Dr. Banner? He’s back from his trip?”

You nodded. “Yeah. It’s the first time in a long time he’s had a stress-free conference to go to and he got back two days ago really relaxed. I had to do a double take because I almost didn’t recognize him.” A laugh left your mouth.

Peter grinned and buckled himself in. “I’ll make sure to meet him. Do you think you could introduce me?”

“Any friend of mine is a friend of Uncle Bruce’s, he likes to say.” Your buckle clicked, too.

He looked alarmed and you laughed again. “Don’t be frightened. It’s been a while since I had anyone I trusted to be friends with and he already likes you.”

“He does?”

“Yeah. Not only have I told him about you, but so has Uncle Tony.”

“Unc – Mr. Stark has told Dr. Banner about me?” he squeaked. You grinned.

“He sure has. All bad things, right Uncle Tony?” you called out to Tony.

“Terrible, terrible things. Only the worst.” He winked back at you. Peter chuckled nervously, looking back and forth between the two of you.

“Oh, don’t worry so much.” You hit his chest with the back of your hand. “He likes you. They both do.”

He smiled nervously.

- - -

The mission went sideways. No one knew how it happened, but shit hit the fan and you and Peter were dodging bullets, running away from the cement building. Natasha and Steve were sharpshooting nearby from some underbrush, taking out those running out, guns blazing, and any hidden guns in the outer walls. The hard rain falling made it hard for the bad guys to see you, but also made it hard for you to see where you were going or where the bullets were aimed.

“Y/N, move!” Peter slammed into your side, a bullet grazing his upper arm. You both, dazed, sat up slowly as the others converged on the shooters, taking them down quickly.

“Y/N, are you okay?” he asked quietly. You nodded.

“Are you?”

He nodded.

“Did you get hit?”

“Uh, I don’t think so.”

“Lemme see.” You walked on your hands and knees behind his back and looked him over. On his right arm, you saw a small trickle of blood. “Peter, you’re bleeding.”

“I am?” He turned to look. “Oh. I am. Well, it doesn’t look too bad.”

You looked up at him in bewilderment. “What? A bullet just grazed you.”

“I’ve had worse,” he said. “Tis but a flesh wound.”

You stifled a grin, trying not to encourage him. “You need medical attention nonetheless.”

He smiled. “When we’re safe.”

“Uh, lovebirds?” Cap said over the coms. “We’re good to go.”

You chuckled and stood up, pulling Peter up by his non-injured arm.

“Wait,” Peter said.

“What?”

“It’s raining. I-I’d like to kiss you on the cheek.”

You grinned and nodded. He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. Before you had a chance to return the gesture, your mother made an all-call for you both to get to the jet and head out before enemy backup arrived. You grabbed his hand and both made a run for it.

The door closed up behind you two and you made him sit so you could take care of his scratch. Your mother handed you the first aid kit.

He pulled the suit over his shoulder and gingerly pulled out his arm. You dabbed at his wound with a cotton swab dipped in antiseptic. He hissed, but didn’t move away.

“Sorry.”

He smiled up at you, causing you to smile back. As you bandaged his arm, you saw goosebumps rise on his skin and he blushed when your fingers brushed his shoulder. You winked and his blush got deeper. When you declared your work done, he thanked you and you took the kit back to the other side of the jet. You snapped the kit back into its place on the wall.

“He got shot for you, huh?” Natasha smirked coming up from behind you.

“Grazed. It’s different.”

“Mm, not really. He could have gotten hit.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to keep a smile hidden. “Okay, maybe.”

She patted your shoulder. “He’s a keeper.”

“You’re okay with it?”

Your mother nodded. “I am. I know him well enough that I don’t have to worry that he will break your heart. If he does, which I doubt, you’ll break him.”

You laughed. “Mom.”

She shrugged. “What? It’s true. You could do it.”

“I don’t think I will need to.”

“No, I don’t think you will, either.”

You thanked her and walked back over to Peter to sit down.

“What did your mother say?” he asked.

“She said she approves of you.”

He turned to look directly at you with wide eyes. “Did she really?”

You couldn’t hide the smile on your face. “Yeah. I think you got brownie points with everyone, in fact.” You kissed his cheek, resulting in a few resounding ‘aw’s from the Avengers crew.

“I’d better not find any tom-foolery happening at the compound between the two of you,” Natasha said sternly. You and Peter snickered.

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Masterlist

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[vizhi0n]

Sawney - Part 1

BACK ON MAH BULLSHIT

Anyway, this is a random Negan fic that I a’thunked up at like 1am. It starts about a month before Rick and co. discover the Saviors, and will go through the entirety of AOW. I’m still unsure of what the final pairing will end up being, but it heavily features Simon, Negan, and Arat. So yeah. 

Warnings: nothing for this chapter, but I will say that this fic is REALLY REALLY REALLLLLLY DARK. (everything from cannibalism to incest to rape/non con, torture, gore, and copious amounts of smut. All the fun stuff, ya know?) Anywho, enjoy this fuckfest. If you want to be tagged or untagged lemme know!

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“I need you to tell me exactly how you fucking got here.”

Say nothing. Do nothing.

Desa hadn’t meant to veer off track. She’d left the Estate on foot, intending to grab a few supplies before returning. A large group of biters had ambushed her, driving her deep into the woods. From there she’d kept walking, and walking, and walking, until she hit asphalt.

Then she walked even more.

She’d gathered a bag full of canned foods, some ammo, seeds for planting, and cooking supplies. It was enough — more than she usually stumbled across while scavenging. Never before had she encountered something she considered “seriously life threatening” — save for a few heavy-set biters that just didn’t want to die — much less any other survivors. Scavengers were forbidden to interact with anyone outside the Estate, and if anything other than a biter were to approach…

Shoot on sight. Stab. Maim.

Desa had done just that. She’d slit a man’s throat. Stabbed a woman seven times and left her to die. She’d left their bodies to turn and rot.

“I’m not allowed to talk to you.”

“Not fucking ‘allowed’? Who the fuck told you that?” 

After gathering enough supplies, Desa had backtracked, attempting to find her way back to the Estate. She wasn’t as great of a navigator as some of the others. She relied heavily on maps and tree markers. But this time, the group of biters had pushed her too far. There were no tree markers in sight, just overgrown bushes and abandoned cars. The expanse continued until it opened up, revealing a building Desa had never seen before. And it was alive.

She could see the guards perched atop the balcony of the massive, humming factory. Another was down by the gate. And, chained to the fence like cattle, were biters. Dozens of them, some impaled on spikes, others legless and lying, reaching grubby, grimy arms at nothing.

Instincts had told her to ignore the place, leave it be and report it back. But curiosity won over and she’d ending up creeping along the edge of the trees, weaseling her way past the guards. The perimeter fence had a slight gap, and she’d managed to slide through with ease.

“You fucking stabbed one of my men. He’s in the fucking infirmary now because of you. So don’t think for one goddamn second that I’m going to let you off easy.”

She’d been caught snooping around storage, in the middle of stuffing her bag with food. A deep shout, followed by pounding feet had been her cue to run. She had, but not fast enough. There had been no time to learn the layout of this new community, and without ease, the man had cornered her. The moment he’d attempted to lay a hand on her, she’d drawn her knife, slashing away like a madwoman until she felt the blade sink deep into flesh.

Reinforcements had arrived shortly after. She’d been tackled, spat on, kicked and punched, before being dragged across the concrete and into the depths of the building. The injured man was carried off in the opposite direction, blood gushing from the jagged line of sliced, marred flesh right beneath his ribcage.

And now Desa sat, exposed and tied with her hands behind her back, weaponless, before the leader. He was a handsome man, tall and imposing with a seemingly permanent smile on his rugged face. It wasn’t a genuine smile. In fact, it made Desa uneasy the more she looked at it. Even more so than the barbed bat he had leaning against his chair.

“Still not going to say shit?”

“I’m not allowed to talk to you.”

“So you’re a fucking broken record. Or is that all you know how to fucking say?” the man sighed, easing back into his seat. One gloved hand came up to run down his face. “Shit. At least tell me your name.”

Desa gambled. Weighed her options. She had no doubt that this man was capable of killing her slowly, painfully. Possibly just as slowly and painfully as those back at the Estate.

“Desa.”

“That’s your fucking name? Desa?” the man raised his eyebrows. “That’s a fucking weird ass name. Well, Desa, I’m Negan. It’s a fucking goddamn pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“Ne-gan,” Desa tested the name on her tongue, before clamping her mouth shut before she said something she’d regret. A million comments were swirling through her head, none of which were remotely friendly. After a long pause, she added, “I need to leave. You can take your stuff back. The stuff that I took.”

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re on, but you’re not going anywhere,” Negan growled. “Not until I find out where you came from, and who you are exactly. You’re going to fucking tell me everything, Desa.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Nothing? Do you have a group?” Negan’s face fell, and he stared, quizzical. “Are you…fucking settled somewhere?”

“My people don’t want any sort of diplomatic relations.”

“Better off alone, huh?”

“Yes. Not my policy but…it’s worked out for us.”

“Doesn’t seem to be fucking working out for you. If you want to be left the fuck alone, you shouldn’t have poked your nose where it didn’t belong,” Negan licked his lips, raising his bat to rest against his shoulder. “Listen, I’ll forgive your past fucking transgressions if you answer my questions. Honestly. No bullshitting, no swinging our dicks around like a bunch of immature fucking schoolboys. You can do that, right, Desa?”

“Will you untie me if I cooperate?”

“Fuck no. Not until I know you won’t try and fucking rip my throat out. I saw how you jumped on Gavin like that, and I’ll be the first to admit that it got my fucking dick hard as a rock. But I’m not taking any chances here.”

“You are afraid of me?”

“I’m not afraid, but I’m also not fucking stupid. You’re alive right now because I stopped Simon blowing your brains out the back of your head. He really, really wanted to pull that fucking trigger, and if you spout any more bullshit, I’ll indulge him.”

Desa cringed, lowering his gaze to the floor. When she lifted her eyes, the end of Negan’s bat was pointed inches from her nose. He snarled, “Now, let’s start again. Where’s your group?”

“We live at the Estate. It’s about two hours from here. It used to belong to some rich asshole before the end of the world.”

“What’s it like?”

“I’d like to keep that private.”

“What? You have some big, fucking secret you need to keep under wraps?” Negan snorted. “Remember what I said about bullshitting? Who sent you out scavenging. Who’s your leader?”

“There are two.”

Negan raised his eyebrows.

Desa said shakily, “Mother and Father. They own the house. They own me.”

Negan leaned back, lowering his bat. Long, dexterous fingers drummed against his thigh as he contemplated what to say. There was no reading his expressions. There was just that goddamn mischievous smile, and Desa hated it.

“Well write me down as fucking intrigued. You said it was about two hours from here?”

“By car, yes.”

“Fuckin’ A,” Negan stood, towering over Desa like a shadowy demon. “Because you’re going to take me there. Now.”

[felicityollies]

crazy colors in the gray (our love)

olicity || mature || angst || 1193 || more fics

summary: Felicity is usually better at making decisions, but on one fateful night she chooses to walk home alone in the dark. She's attacked, but lucky for her she's saved by mysterious creature. .

a/n: If you've been following me for awhile you might remember a little oneshot called Pard about wereleopard!oliver. This is in the same universe, but I have decided to take down Pard and start fresh! This chapter is more like a prologue? I hate labeling it that way just because the chapter titles get all wonky but anyway.This is also for the quarantine and chill fic drive prompt shapeshifter // more quarantine and chill fics

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CHECKMATE (CH6)

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summary: Oliver is trying to move forward with his life. He wants Felicity to be happy, but he also wants happiness for himself. He thinks he might find this happiness with Adrian. It's not as easy as it seems with the threat of Prometheus hanging over him and the team and the still burning flame between him and Felicity. Love, jealousy, and the looming darkness pull at the strings of fate. chapters: 6/? chapter word count: 907 a/n: disclaimer: This is a season five rewrite. It is going to feature Oliver/Adrian. The relationship between Adrian and Oliver is a manipulative and abusive one. That’s canon and it continues in this fic, but in a different way. The farther the story goes the closer it’s going to get to an Olicity ending, but if you are not interested in Adrian/Oliver then I suggest you skip this story.

From this point forward it will be moving toward the Olicity ending but be warned there is a lot of angst ahead (i.e 5x17 rewrite). 

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[felicityollies]

“My head hurts.” - pregnant olicity!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <3

Felicity sat on the couch, her legs crossed, rubbing her temples.

“Are you okay?” Oliver seemed to appear out of nowhere.

“Ack!” She pulled away from him. “My head hurts.”

“I read in the first trimester headaches are common, increase in blood and hormones.”

She frowned at him.

He wrung his hands together. “Is there something I can do?”

“Aspirin?”

“No.”

“What do you mean no?”

He bit his lip momentarily. He didn’t want to piss off his loving and pregnant wife but aspirin was not on the approved list of things she could have. “You should try to get rid of your headache naturally. No aspirin or ibuprofen. If push comes to shove you can have a little acetaminophen.”

She glared at him. “Why have you done more reading than I have?”

He shrugged. “I wanted to be prepared.”

“Fine. Help me get rid of this headache.”

“Try sitting up straighter. Sometimes the headaches can be caused by bad posture.” He winced at the way it sounded coming out of his mouth.

She narrowed her eyes but wiggled until she was sitting up a bit straighter.

“You might be dehydrated too. I’ll get you some water.” He dashed off to the kitchen.

Oliver came back with a chilled bottle of water. She kept her eyes narrowed and on him as she unscrewed the cap and took a drink.

“It could also be low blood sugar. Do you want a snack?”

“I always want a snack. Do we have any of those mint chocolate chip cookies you made left?”

He ran off to the kitchen again without another word. When he came back he brought with him the entire plate. Felicity rubbed her hands together. Oliver moved behind the couch and set his hands upon her shoulders.

“Stress is a big factor too.” He rubbed her shoulders.

“I’m always stressed.” She said with her mouth full.

“I know.” He worked his thumbs into her neck and the base of her skull.

“Oh god, that feels good.”

All Oliver wanted to do was dote on her. Take care of her and Mia or Lucas. He was full of nervous and excited energy over this pregnancy and he wanted to put it all into her.

“Is any of this helping?”

“A little.” She tilted her head back to look at him. “You don’t have to do all this, you know.”

“But I want to.” He kissed her forehead. “I love you and I want to take care of you.”

“I guess I can’t argue with that.”

“Good.”

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[felicityollies]

mini prompt: some smoak-queen family fluff consisting of felicity and will making a pillow fort in the living room while oliver is at city hall and him coming home to find it and then join them in after a long day of work

Oliver trudged up the stairs to his and Felicity’s apartment. Every muscle in him seemed to ache. Long days did that to him. It made him feel like he was thirty-two going on sixty-three. The grey hairs sprouting at his temples agreed. He sucked in a deep breath and pushed the door open. When he stepped inside, he paused at the sight before him. Pillows and blankets stacked high. Furniture was moved about, so the blankets had a place to be draped and pinned.

He closed the door a little loudly in hopes to get a response.

Felicity and William popped out from under a blanket, still mostly hidden by a large stack of pillows. He didn’t even know they owned this many pillows.

“Hi dad,” William grinned.

“What is going on?” he asked, his own smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

It was hard not to smile when two of the people he cared about the most were looking like the world’s biggest goofballs.

“Felicity wanted to build a pillow fort,” his son explained, “So we bought out the Bed, Bath, and Beyond.”

Oliver’s eyebrows went up.

“That is a little bit of an exaggeration and if you really must know, this is a physics lesson…” she could barely keep a straight face.

He crossed his arms.

“A physics lesson,” William nodded, “And we’re also knights protecting the castle from evil doers.”

Oliver chuckled. He stepped closer and found what appeared to be the entrance.

“Wait,” Felicity exclaimed, “What’s the password?”

He looked at her very serious expression and thought hard. If she came up with the password then he was pretty sure he could figure it out.

“Bali,” he said.

“You can come in,” she waved him forward before ducking down beneath the blankets again.

William joined her.

He shook his head as he crawled into the blanket fort. The stress of the day melted away. He was enveloped by his childhood, tall blankets and pillows, knighthood, and laughter. The years that weighed heavily on him dissipated and he smiled brightly.

His wife met him for a kiss, but quickly pulled back to hand him a toy sword.

“Welcome fair knight,” she said, “May your bravery keep you safe in these harrowing times.”

William giggled.

“Sir William,” she gasped, “This is not a time for laughter!”

He straightened up, “Of course not, Lady Felicity.”

“What are we protecting the castle from?” Oliver asked.

They both looked at each other and huddled quickly.

“There may be a dark knight in our midst,” Felicity pointed her sword at him, “Have I trusted thou too easily?”

He narrowed his eyes and held his own toy sword, “Maybe you have.”

It was an unfair fight. Two well trained knights against one. He never stood a chance. The battle was great, but the defeat was greater. He found himself face first on the floor with half the pillows on top of him and a sword faux stabbing him in the side. Felicity and William were collapsed in a fit of giggles. He couldn’t have been happier.

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[felicityollies]

Checkmate (Ch4)

adrianollie & olicity || mature || angst || 6101 || more fics

summary: Oliver is trying to move forward with his life. He wants Felicity to be happy, but he also wants happiness for himself. He thinks he might find this happiness with Adrian. chapters: 4/? chapter word count: 853 a/n: is anyone surprised i’m updating this again? It’s a short one, but it’s important

disclaimer: This is a season five rewrite. It is going to feature Oliver/Adrian. The relationship between Adrian and Oliver is a manipulative and abusive one. That’s canon and it continues in this fic, but in a different way. The farther the story goes the closer it’s going to get to an Olicity ending, but if you are not interested in Adrian/Oliver then I suggest you skip this story.

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“I’m heading into Hub City this weekend,” Oliver said.

“Oh?” Adrian quirked a brow.

He swallowed thickly, but the lie came easily, “Just business. I’ll be back before you know it.”

The truth was he was being dragged to the other city to recruit someone new into the team. He didn’t want to, but considering he had been doing his best to avoid Felicity and everyone else as much as possible, he knew they needed the extra hand. Oliver hated himself for doing that to the team, but he hated himself more for being a curse onto them. He could barely look at Felicity anymore after what he did to Billy.

“I don’t remember there being business in Hub City,” Adrian leaned closer to him.

And Oliver was still a terrible liar.

He looked into the beautiful blue-green eyes of his boyfriend and sighed, “I know.”

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