#intro of a fic i am slowly working on too

[darkshrimpemotions]

Between Harvey declaring he'd like to be a merman at DragonCon and Kayvan's new haircut and un-dyed grays making me feral, a Nandermo merman/sailor AU was just inevitable, right?

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Guillermo is a merman who is both drawn to the air and sun but wary of humans. There's an old story in his family about a great aunt of his who was beguiled to the surface by a handsome human, who sang her sweet songs and cajoled her into staying longer than she meant to, night after night. Until one night she found she had been away from the sea too long, and could no longer return.

Guillermo has been frightened of humans ever since he first heard the story as a wee child. But the warmth of the sun is hard to ignore for long, and one day as he's basking on the surface in his favorite hidden spot he sees a small boat coming, and hides. There in the shadow of his favorite sunning rock, he watches a man tie up his boat and leap straight into the water for a swim, rather than going ashore.

The man is beautiful, all long limbs and tan skin. He laughs aloud as he surfaces, seemingly out of the sheer joy of being alive itself. The sunlight glints off the little gold hoops in his ears, the silver streaks in his hair as he moves through the water as gracefully as any merman Guillermo has known, and Guillermo is mesmerized. He finds himself returning day after day against his better judgment just to watch this beautiful human from a distance, staying until the sun sets and the man retreats into the bow of his little ship. Guillermo watches the way he navigates into and out of the tucked away little spot effortlessly, goes about his daily tasks with a smile and a spring in his step, the way he rescues a beached starfish and speaks softly to it as he does so...the way he sits on the sand with his feet in the water sometimes, staring out at the waves and looking as lonely as Guillermo sometimes feels.

He imagines sitting beside the man and speaking to him, talking to him long after the sun has set and the golden hues of day have given way to the soft blue shadows of night...though he knows he can never take that risk.

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Nandor loves the ocean. He always has. He never feels more himself than when he's at the helm of his little boat, except for maybe that moment when he plunges into the water at the end of every day. The briny green waves close over his head, blocking out the surface world, and he for a moment he feels perfect peace.

Sailing is in his blood, he never really made a choice about it. It was simply the only option that ever made sense. And he loves it. He loves the wind in his hair, he loves the lap of the waves against the boat. He even enjoys the chatter from excited tourists when he takes them out to sight dolphins and whales, the chance to meet so many different people even briefly.

He just...well, he gets lonely sometimes.

There's one place he never feels lonely, though. One place in all the world where he always feels, strangely, as if someone is near. Watching, but not in a way that gives him the creeps or makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up. No, this unseen gaze feels like the warm interest of a friend listening to you prattle on over dinner, pleased by the simple sight of you.

It's a little cove near the lip of the bay he returns to again and again, docking there instead of at the shipyard. He enjoys the quiet, the stunning view of the open ocean, the expanse of the sky...and that sensation of friendly eyes on him, a warm presence just out of sight.

Until one day he looks out at the dying embers of the setting sun, and meets a pair of dark eyes peering back at him from the shadows of the rocks that shelter his favorite little cove.

[violettwrites]

american teenagers — intro.

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helloooooo my loves!!! here’s an intro into my comeback fic, american teenagers! i sat on this idea for a little while during my tiny break and i honestly couldn’t get it out of my head. i was heavily inspired by ethel cain for the vibes of it all, hence the name :)

please bear with me in all this as i do get easily overwhelmed and experience burnout very quickly but you guys are always supportive so i have no doubts!!

i’m not sure when the first chapter will be out, but i’m slowly working on it as i am very excited for you guys to read it! lots of love xx

the summer of 1987 was supposed to feel different. everyone in town kept saying it— teachers, parents, the tired voices on the radio between commercials. they said it like graduating highschool meant anything would actually change. but for the kids in the trailer park on the outskirts of town, it wasn’t much more than another hot season stretched out between long days and longer nights. the same parties by the lake, and the same dreams about escaping that no one really believed in.

the days were always the same for you. early mornings at the gas station counter, and evenings at the diner pouring coffee for truckers passing through. anything to keep you out of your father’s path really. your nights were often spent on the roof of your trailer, a cigarette in one hand and a notebook full of half-finished plans and dreams in the other. for daryl, the boy you had known since he was a scrawny little thing with clothes too big for him, it was merle’s shadow and busted knuckles, endless hours fixing bikes and cars in the sun while dreaming of roads that led anywhere but this small town.

you couldn’t remember a time when daryl dixon wasn’t around. his trailer was only three down from yours. you had been inseparable since the day you caught him standing by the broken fence of the trailer park, segregating the southside of town from the rest of the townspeople. the two of you had seemed like an odd pair to everyone else— daryl’s constant silence and smoldering anger along with your rough edges and restless energy —but somehow, it worked.

the summer after highschool felt like your last chance to figure out if those dreams the two of your had whispered about on those late night drives would ever come true. but the weight of this small town— the trailers, the jobs that paid barely enough to keep the lights on and your fathers off your backs, the scars you didn’t talk about —it all hung heavy between the both of you.

you didn’t really realise it at first, the way your feelings for daryl had shifted. it wasn’t a lightning bolt or this big grand revelation in your head. it was slower than that, like the way the heat crept up during june, making itself known in those hazy afternoons and the sweat dripping down your back. you started to notice those small things— how his voice softened when he talked to you, or the way his shoulders relaxed when the two of you were alone. you couldn’t pin point when it changed, only that it had.

daryl wasn’t any better at handling it either. he’d always thought of you as the one person who saw him for more than what people whispered about the dixons— trailer park trash, troublemakers, destined for nothing. you didn’t flinch at the bruises he didn’t explain, or the scars he wouldn’t talk about. you were his anchor, his light. but now, everytime you smiled at him or touched his arm, it felt like something inside him was breaking apart and putting itself back together all at once.

that summer wasn’t just about the heat, the bad decisions, or the endless nights spent sitting under a starless sky. it was about the weight of knowing you could only hold onto each other for so long before something— or someone —pulled you apart.

neither of you had the words to say it yet, but you both knew: the end of your childhood was here, and whatever seemed to come next would either bring you both closer or tear you apart for good.

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[ayellowdaylily]

Commander's Needs [NSFW]

» pairing: canon!Hange x afab!Reader » summary: Delivering Levi's paperwork to a certain Commander turns into something you could only dream about. » word count: 3.4k » notes/warnings: smut... p in v, please read my Hange headcanon for this! lots of pet names (dear, darling, good girl, love), Hange has a cock and boobs *Vine boom*, major slow burn » a/n: I had sm fun writing this so I hope you guys enjoy it (first fic on Tumblr so pls be nice T-T) this is also half not edited bc it's 3 am... so uh don't mind it being practically all over the place » song recommendations: Intro: Singularity by BTS » Ao3 link Happy reading ദി(。•̀ ,<)~✩‧₊

Only the sound of the crickets outside the window, as well as the quietness of the night, could be heard from Commander Hange Zoë’s office as they immersed themselves in some rather last-minute paperwork. The oil lamp’s flickering flame reflected off their glasses as they wrote, signed and stamped. 

The soft silence was suddenly broken by the sound of knocks at the Commander’s door, drawing their attention away from the messy paperwork splattered across the desk, to the unexpected raps. It was rather late, why would anyone come knocking, Hange thought as they got up from the chair.

“(Y/N), what are you doing here at this hour?” Exclaimed the Commander as they opened the door to reveal the sudden visitor.

“Oh- so sorry for the late disturbance,” You said with a panicked tone as you glanced nervously at the papers in your hand, guiding them towards the Commander’s direction. “Captain Levi had instructed me to give these to you.”

As Hange sensed your tense posture, they swiftly grabbed the papers from your hands, examining them with an apparent curiosity about their contents.

“No need to worry! So Levi’s got you to do his dirty work this time?” Hange asked jokingly as they leaned against the door frame.

“I was just passing by, I’m guessing I was one of the few still awake at this time. I don’t mind tho.” You replied with a shrug of your shoulders.

Hange removed their weight from the doorframe as they returned to their desk “Now that you’re here, I might as well enjoy the company.” They pulled a chair and patted it. “Come, sit down.” 

With hesitation, you slowly approached the seat and settled yourself beside Hange. The sound of a chair scraping at the floor broke the awkward silence as the Commander scooted themselves closer.

“So, besides being Levi’s mail person, what else do you do?”

You didn’t answer immediately as you gathered your thoughts, holding your tongue before answering.

“I volunteer in the medical bay quite often, if not I'm just your regular old scout.”

Hange took the time to examine you as you spoke, taking in every detail - from your hair to how the soft orange light cast by the oil lamp’s flame reflected in your eyes. You simply looked… captivating. 

“A medic, huh?” Hange finally spoke once they acknowledged they had been silent for too long. “That means you know a thing or two about anatomy, right?”

“I do, I’ve seen and learned lots of things.” You responded quickly as the Commander’s question took you aback.

Hanges eyes surveyed your face, looking for any hint of hesitation, but it wasn’t intimidating, it was… more curious than anything. Moist began covering the palms of your hands as they took their time to answer once more. Quickly, you wiped them on your pants.

“Do you think you could take a look at my neck real quick?”

“Of course! What seems to be the problem Commander?” 

Slowly, Hange’s blouse revealed their shoulders as well as the upper part of their chest while they undid the first few buttons. You felt a soft plush crawl at your cheeks at the sight of Hange’s exposed skin but as the Commander turned around, you observed a swollen part of their skin located on the upper back.

“This spot has been killing me. I don’t know what the hell happened but can you take a look?” Hange said with their back turned, awaiting your medical remarks.

“Well, I think you have a knot in your neck… I’d need to take a closer look to be sure.” You explained softly.

“Do what you must, doctor.” Hange joked.

You gave them a soft hum before reaching out. The contact between your cold hands and the warmth of their body sent jolts up your spine as you touched Hange’s skin, softly touching the tense muscle.

Hanges nerves followed the touch of your fingertips on their back, they leaned into your touch a little, their breath catching in their throat when you started touching them in a not-so-delicate way, contrasting your previous soft touch.

“Have you been stressed recently?”

“Yeah, I’ve been a lot more stressed than usual lately. It’s been a rough few months, with the new position.”

“I wouldn’t doubt it…” You said as you continued to examine their skin with your fingers. “You simply have a muscle knot, you could always let it go away on its own, or I could loosen it a bit to help. But for it to get better in general, you need good nutrition and rest.”

Hange listened intently as you explained, their mind fixated on the way your touch felt on their skin. They nodded in agreement as you suggested to help loosen it slightly, but hearing your last suggestion caused a small chuckle to escape their lips.

“Rest? That’s a good one, I don't think I’ve gotten a good night’s sleep in weeks. I don’t have time for-”

“Commander!” Gripping their shoulders, you turned Hange around to face you. “It’s important for you to get rest. As a matter of fact, as your acting doctor, I want you to go to bed now! The paperwork can wait.” You persisted.

Taken aback by your insistence, Hange simply stared into your eyes. They weren’t used to someone, especially a lower-ranked scout, telling them what to do. The corners of their lips quivered as they fought back the smile threatening to spread across their face.

“You think you can tell me what to do? I have lots of important work to get done tonight.” Hange said with a teasing tone as they folded their arms across their chest. You knew damn well you had absolutely no right to order the Commander around, but you were genuinely concerned for their health.

“Commander, please. It really is important to take care of yourself. No matter how much “important” work you may have.”

The only reaction Hange gave you was a soft chuckle at your persistence. They weren’t used to someone being so headstrong with them, but they secretly found themselves amused by your determination.

“Alright, alright. I’ll rest. I guess you only have my best interest in mind, right?” Hange responded as she shook her head in defeat. 

“You bet, Commander!” You said with a bright smile plastered on your face that Hange couldn’t help but return. There was something about your presence that put them at ease, even though your determined attitude, they were enjoying this little back-and-forth banter.

“You’re feisty, you know that?” Hange exclaimed as they slipped their blouse back onto their shoulders, not bothering to rebutton the top buttons. “I like it” 

A soft blush began covering your cheeks as you ignored their last comment.

“No time for joking around, you need a good night's rest for once.” You said demandingly as Hange held up their hands in surrender with a faint laugh.

“Yes I’m going, I’m going.” They said in a low voice, getting up from their chair with a groan.

“One more thing though…” Hange continued, stopping you in your walk towards the door.

“What is it, Commander?”

Hange remained silent before they stepped closer to you, observing you once more with a curious gaze.

“Is it a part of a doctor’s job to also ensure the patient they’re checking on… enjoys the experience?” Their voice dropped to a lower, more intense tone as they asked you. Their gaze fixed so intensely into you.

Your words came out with a stutter as Hange loomed over you, their imposing presence slightly intimidating you. “O-our patients' experience is the most important part of the job.”

The Commander smirked at your stammered response. They could tell they were making you seemingly nervous, but your reaction only fueled their enjoyment and encouraged them to push further.

“Is that so” Hange taunted under their breath as they closed the small gap between you two, their strides bringing them overwhelming close, forcing your body to make contact with their office door. They raised a hand and delicately caressed your cheek while slowly tracing the outline of your face tenderly, their touch sending pleasurable shocks through your body. Faced with the Commander's unexpected boldness, you only stood frozen in shock, unable to react any other way. A soft snicker escaped Hange’s lips as they watched your flustered face and nervous stature. With their soft fingertips still tracing your face, they pushed away a loose strand of your hair behind your ear.

“You’re awfully red… aren’t you, my darling?” They murmured into your ear. Shivers were sent down your spine as their soft breath tickled your ear. The comforting warmth of Hange’s touch disappeared from your face, their hand slowly continuing its path along your body before it came to a stop at your waist, trapping it in an intimate embrace. To your surprise, your body reacted strangely to the Commander's intimate touch, the warmth of their hand against your skin sent sparks of anticipation down your spine, brewing a heat deep within you that you couldn't explain nor ignore. A smile slowly crept to Hange's lips as they felt your body tensing up to their tender touch. The Commander continued to revel in the effect they had on you, the hand resting at your waist travelled higher, their fingers dancing across your bare skin, tracing patterns that sent tremors of pleasure through your body. You couldn’t help but look down as your cheeks flushed in embarrassment and trepidation at their touch. The anticipation in you grew stronger and stronger.

“You’re terribly quiet, darling… speak up.” Their hot breath tingled against the crook of your neck as Hange whispered, the hand that was once simply resting by their side now forcing your chin upwards.

“Commander…” You muttered as their touch sent sparks of anticipation down to your core. Hange’s grin widened at the sound of your frailed whisper, fueling the desire boiling inside of them.

 “Call me Hange, dear.” Their lips ghosted against the line of your jaw, drawing you closer. The soft, velvety touch of their lips sent subtle shivers of pleasure rippling down your body, the tender caress was an inevitable invitation to your anticipation. 

“Coma- Hange” You whispered. With a hum of satisfaction escaping Hange’s throat, the sound of their name coming from your lips fueled their enjoyment.

“Ah, that's better. I like the way it sounds when you say it like that.” They continued to pepper your jaw with soft, tender kisses, their lingering breath hot and warm against your skin. Hange’s hand, which had journeyed to your stomach, slowly trailed downwards, the tips of their fingers tracing a torturous path along the hem of your pants, creating a delicious tension that left you yearning for more. Leaning even closer, now bodies fully pressed onto each other, Hange’s face left your jaw and brought their lips to your ear.

“You’re struggling to keep it together, aren’t you?”

The Commander couldn’t help but grin a little wider at the soft serenade of you moaning their name. It was such a sweet sound, yet it sent such terrible images through Hange’s mind. Pulling their head back slightly, just enough to view how much of a wreck they had created.

And there you were, Hange’s eyes darkened, taking in your flustered state. With a small smirk appearing on their lips, they permitted their hand to venture further down your body, delving under the waistband of your pants to trace the edge of your underwear teasingly. Such close contact near your core sent jolts of excitement through you. You felt yourself becoming wetter as Hange’s explorations became bolder. Your eyes were drawn to Hange’s lips as if magnetized, you felt the longing hunger grow inside you as you remained powerless. The Commander's gaze bore onto you more intently, noticing the way your body trembled as their hand discovered newer parts of your soft, lush skin. They couldn’t help but flicker their gaze down to your lips for a brief moment before returning to your eyes, boring the same eagerness as their own. 

“Hange.. Please” You muttered quietly, you couldn’t wait any longer, the delirious tension had taken your mind by force. 

“Please what, darling?”

“Touch me, please…”

It was as if a string had broken, releasing a rush of need inside of them. 

Hange didn’t hesitate for a moment before allowing their hand to venture downwards towards your core, their fingertips finding your sensitive clit through the thin barrier of your underwear.

In response, you simply let out a soft moan of their name. Relieving, that’s how it felt. Darkness overtook your vision as you closed your eyes, letting the sensation of Hange’s fingertips caressing your sensitive core overtake you. 

“Keep your eyes on me.” With a forceful hand, the Commander took your chin and tilted it upwards. You obeyed their command, letting your eyes bore into theirs, but, you needed more, you needed them.

“Good girl” They whispered, their voice soft and intimate as they leaned forward, gently resting their forehead on yours. The closeness intensified the moment, their words filling the air between you like a shared secret only for the two of you. Your core became needy. You couldn’t stop yourself from lifting one of your legs, wrapping it around the Commander’s hips, bringing them even closer than before. 

“More… Please, more.” You muttered under your breath, begging Hange to feed your core’s hungriness. Oh, how your sweet begging and your desperate moans drove them wild; the Commander was more than happy to comply with your request. Their movement was painfully slow as they pushed the delicate fabric of your underwear to the side, finally letting their fingers come into contact with your bare skin. Hange teased you ever so slightly as they dragged their fingers down your slit, covering them in your slick. 

And before you knew it, a finger entered your needy core.

“Is this what you wanted, my dear?” The Commander’s breath tickled your ear as they whispered, their finger thrusting into you. You could only gasp at the sensation, bringing your hands up from their idle position to venture into Hange’s messy hair, tugging and combing through it. It was Hange’s turn to let out a soft moan at the sensation, your touch sending sparks down their spine.

“The way you’re sucking me in, it’s driving me crazy.” They whispered, their voice raspy with desire. An empowering rush of confidence overtook you as you allowed your hand to trail down Hange’s body, slowly moving until coming to a halt at the bulge of their pants. The bold move sent a thrill through you, the touch of your hand against their evident arousal filled you with a sense of excitement. The Commander let out a gasp as they felt your hand press against their core, the unexpected feeling ignited a sudden wave of heat and desire that coursed through their body. The intimate touch sent a shockwave of sensations around their body, their body responding instinctively to your caress by leaning into your touch, they felt every ounce of restraint slipping away. 

Hange moaned your name as their eyes darkened, not being able to hold back, they entrapped your lips into a searing, messy kiss while adding a digit inside of you. It was sloppy, yet you were trying to memorize the feeling of Hange’s lips on yours. The warmth of the hand that was once softly caressing the skin of your jaw now left it unattended, while suddenly entrapping both of your hands together. Without warning, the feeling of Hange’s fingers inside of you disappeared. You whined in protest.

“Shush darling, let’s get to the good part, shall we?” 

The sound of your ruffling blouse could be heard as the Commander unbuttoned it impatiently, all while leaving scattered kisses across your neck. Finally free from the confinement, your arms wrapped around Hange’s neck as they ventured lower, continuing with lingering kisses down your body. Hange hummed ever so slightly into every kiss. With a swift move, they hoisted your legs onto their shoulders and brought you off the ground. Their hands under your thighs, they held you securely against them while guiding you towards the bed. Your back made contact with the plush blanket as Hange gently put you down, their lips trailing up to yours to meet in a tongued kiss. The Commander’s lips were now seared into your memory, their tongue dancing with yours. You let yourself sink into the mattress as Hange unbuttoned your pants, leaving your covered core in the air. You bucked your hips as they pushed their knee to your sensitive area, grinding yourself onto it to get the least bit of pleasure. Admiring the view, Hange swiftly undid the last buttons of their blouse before tossing it with the rest of the discarded clothes on the floor. The warmth of their hands returned to your body as they ever-so-slightly lifted your back off of the bed to unclasp your bra, revealing your breasts. Your hands covered your sensitive buds as the cold air hit them before being pried away. 

“Don’t be shy, love, we’re already past the point of no return,” The Commander whispered greedily. Before you knew it, Hange’s mouth was latched onto one of your breasts, sucking and twisting your bud with their tongue as their hands worked around your panties, slipping them off of you while you were too exhilarated from the new sensation. 

Your eyes trailed Hange’s now naked body when they finally removed their garments, revealing their pretty bust and their needy cock that leaked precum. Joining you on the bed, Hange gently lifted your leg, their lips began a soft trail of pecks up your body until you were face to face. Honey-brown eyes bore into yours, searching for hesitation.

“Are you sure, my love?”

“This isn’t very professional,” You said in a teasing tone before instantly regretting your choice of words.

“To hell with professionalism.” They muttered in a ragged voice before entering you without warning. Your pussy sucked in Hange’s cock as if it was built just for them. Soft moans of your name left their lips at the sensation. Each one of their thrust made their cock explore a new cove of your core, making your hips buck every time. Your hands cramped up as you gripped the sheets before you tangled them into Hange’s dishevelled hair. You hadn’t expected the Commander to fuck as if possessed, their thrusts were rough yet relieving to your neediness. Sweet nothings kept spewing out of their mouth as you moaned; you could barely hear yourself over the sound of your skin slapping.

“So good, so good,” Hange muttered frantically as they buried their face in the crook of your neck, the feeling of their breath tickling your skin added to the many sensations you were feeling. It was almost overwhelming. Hands now holding onto their back, you clung onto them, nails digging ever so slightly into their skin. The Commander's soft grunts kept resonating in your ears.

Your walls began clenching around Hange’s cock, your breath becoming more and more ragged. Each trust sent waves of pleasure through you, you couldn’t get enough. 

“Fuck, I needed you so badly.” They mumbled as their elbows came to rest beside your head. “You look so pretty, getting fucked like this, my dear” 

You let out a lewd moan as Hange’s thrusts became rougher, you could tell by how their cock quivered inside of you that they were close. With a limp move of the hand, the Commander brought your legs to their waist. You held them tight with your wrapped legs, letting their cock access you deeper. Each thrust, groan, and squeeze threatened to push you over the deep end. Hange overtook you, you let it happen.

“Inside me, please… Hange,” You said in multiple breaths as your walls began quivering around their member. They gasped loudly at the sensation while letting out a cuss.

Stumbling over your breaths, you became undone on the Commander’s cock. Legs quivering and nails digging into their skin, you moaned Hange’s name over and over again as they fucked you through your high before they plunged deep inside of you for their last thrust, filling you up with their cum. 

Slowly, Hange slipped out of you, a gasp escaping your lips.

A smirk appeared as their eyes examined your now fucked-out body, as well as the soft white that escaped your hole, spilling onto the sheets. Hange was admiring their work of art.

With a lingering kiss on your temple, the Commander let their body fall beside you with a squeak of the bed. “Let’s get some sleep now, my dear,” 

“You’re such an idiot,” You chuckled before snuggling into their arm tiredly. 

[teamred]

re: your tags - I am dying to know about your Wade’s sister!reader x Logan fic, omg that sounds so fun 👀💖

-@eupheme

omg hi j!!! @eupheme (gonna tag you in case the ask post doesn't do it)

i actually have two wade's sister!reader x logan fics in the works! i hope you don't mind me sharing both~

the one i was referring to in my tags is called "dusk till dawn".

summary: vanessa is kidnapped, so while wade runs off to save her, he assigns logan to be reader's bodyguard. however, they don't get along, but they start to fall for each other over time.

it'd be a road trip/motel hopping au with lots of banter, sharing one bed, tension, angst, and steamy moments of course 👀

i'm taking inspiration from some of the moments with logan and mariko from the wolverine (2013) movie!

i'd love to share snippets, but it's really in the draft stages right now!!

second fic i have is called "can't help myself" (title tentatitive)

summary: wade only has one rule for logan: his sister is completely off-limits. but of course, logan never plays by the rules, and you couldn't give two shits about what your dumb-ass brother says.

this one would be more of a fun fic!! just like messing with wade but also having fun with logan and lowkey falling for him too

lots of dialogue, especially with wade, smut, fluff, etc. just a vibes fic

wouldn't be as long as the other fic - i wrote quite a bit for this already! here's a snippet of the intro:

“Don't look at her,” Wade paces around his apartment’s living room, listing the things Logan, his new roommate, should avoid when he meets his sister tomorrow. “Don't breathe in her presence, don't even think about her, and especially don't—” 

“What, ya gonna tell me I can’t fuck her next?” Logan cuts in with an amused chuckle, reclining on the living room couch with a hand above his head. 

“Yes, bingo!” Wade exclaims, pointing at him excitedly. “Exactly that, you geriatric sexy vampire. Or should I technically say vampire hunter?” He pauses, wondering for a moment. 

“Anyways,” he continues, “you can have any woman you want in this new universe—hell, I’ll cry my heart out every night after my evening jerk-off seshes, but you can even have Vanessa—but my sister? We’re gonna have a repeat of the Honda Odyssey fight, Wolvie, and that won’t be a pretty sight to see.” 

“Okay,” Logan replies, getting up from the couch and heading toward the kitchen. “I’ll make sure to fuck your sister until she forgets the fact that she's your sister. Got it.” 

“Hey!” Wade smacks him on the back as he’s bent over, trying to grab a beer from the fridge. A low growl escapes from him. “I’m being serious here.” 

“When are you ever serious?” Logan asks, popping off the beer cap with his thumb. 

“Now! I am being serious now.” Wade’s voice rises before he takes a second to compose himself, closing his eyes and inhaling slowly. Logan watches him carefully, sipping his beer. 

“Please, Logan,” he barely whispers, avoiding eye contact. 

The silence, punctuated only by Logan’s sipping, feels uncomfortable and heavy. Finally, Logan lets out a sigh.

“Fine,” he grunts. “I won’t get involved with your sister.” 

Wade breaks into a relieved smile and extends his pinky. “You promise?” 

Despite Logan rolling his eyes and shaking his head, he ends up hooking his pinky around Wade’s, sealing the deal.

Except Wade doesn’t see Logan’s other hand behind his back, with his middle and index fingers crossed over another.

[hwavenscloud]

A pinwheel, standing alone... (Part-1)

Pairing: Seonghwa x reader

Genre: angst, hurt

Words: 3k

Summary: It was the holiday season, which meant you returning back to your hometown, a place which wrapped you with warmth and familiarity. Yet, at the same time, a place you despised because of those bittersweet whispers of memories from every street corner for which you never got a closure. Why? Because he left without a word.

Mic testing, author speaking: so hey to whoever is viewing this<3 first off all it's my very first time writing a fic and it HAD to be angst. Also yes, sadly, I suck at choosing pictures for the intro.

This work is inspired by the song called 'pinwheel' by svt's vcu. (I am a huge carat btw)

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It was the holiday season, yet the town felt lonelier than ever. The streets were dusted with a thin layer of snow, and the wind played its hollow tune, brushing through the alleys and abandoned corners. At the top of the hill, where time seemed to pause, the old pinwheel spun faintly in the breeze, almost as if it were searching for something or someone, to give it meaning. Its creaky rotations mirrored the ache in her chest, a void left unfilled.

She wrapped her scarf tighter as she made her way through the bustling streets towards the hill. The bright lights and cheerful chatter of holiday festivities were a stark contrast to the quiet storm brewing inside her. Across the streets were massive posters, their bold letters proclaiming the pride of the place, the one who had risen from this small town to dazzling heights. In the centre of it all was his face–the face of the boy who had once been her entire world.

Her eyes lingered on the name printed beneath the confident smile. Park Seonghwa, it read.

The very sight of it sent a churning turmoil deep through her, a storm she hadn't expected to feel after all these years. To everyone else, he was a star, the town's crowning glory. But to her, he was a question that had remained unanswered, a wound that time had not healed.

The snow crunched beneath her boots as she wandered past old haunts, her breath clouding in the icy air. She thought she'd moved on, but everything about this place, this time of year, had her confronting the wounds she thought had healed. And then there was him. The one who had promised they'd face the world together before vanishing to chase his dream. She didn't resent his ambition–how could she? But she resented the silence he left behind, the way he hadn't even looked back.

The pinwheel spun harder as a gust of wind rushed through. She glanced back up the hill, where it stood-lonely and restless. Much like her, it had endured the passage of time, clinging to memories of a connection that had been severed too soon.

As she stood there, frozen in thought, a commotion broke out at the bottom of the hill. Fans had gathered, screaming and cheering as Park Seonghwa tried to move discreetly, clearly not wanting to get noticed. Fangirls were in their typical behaviour—screaming, shouting. Don't get him wrong, his love for his fans has always been evident throughout his idol life. But right now, he just wanted a moment of peace, away from the noise.

Disguised beneath a cap and scarf, he manages to fleet away from the crowd. He sees the pinwheel on the hill and is struck by how little and how much has changed.

As Seonghwa quietly climbs the hill, the pinwheel spinning steadily in the wind draws him in like a memory that won't fade. He approaches it slowly, almost reverently, as if disturbing it would undo all that was left unsaid between them.

At the same time, she hears the fan commotion from the hilltop and instinctively steps back, heart thudding. She doesn't want to see him–not like this, not surrounded by the chaos that took him away in the first place.

She begins to descend the opposite side of the hill, her back to the path he's now taking up.

They miss each other by seconds.

Seonghwa reaches the top and stands by the pinwheel, letting the silence seep in. He gazes at the town below, unaware that her footprints are still fresh in the snow just meters away.

He exhaled a quiet sigh, a sigh of exhaustion or maybe a sigh of longing. For a brief moment, he closes his eyes, letting the past settle around him like snowflakes. His eyes landed on the pinwheel-old, weathered, but still turning. Still holding on.

"It's still here..." he murmured, almost to himself. A flicker of a smile tugged at his lips, but it didn't reach his eyes. He stepped closer, brushing his gloved hand gently against the worn stem. The cold metal buzzed faintly with the spinning blades.

Memories hit him without warning–

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He had stood right here, suitcase heavy in his hand, heart heavier in his chest. Her house was a short walk away. A minute or two, maybe.

But he couldn't make himself go.

He told himself there would be time later. That she'd understand. That chasing this dream was everything they used to talk about.

But when the taxi arrived and he stepped in, he didn't text. He didn't call.

He just left.

Back then, it felt easier. Cleaner.

Now?

Now it felt like betrayal.

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He glanced around. Snow blanketed the hill in a quiet hush. For a moment, he felt like a boy again, chasing dreams with someone who believed in them as much as he did. Someone who had stood right here beside him once, eyes wide and full of fire.

He wondered if she still came here.

If she thought of him like he thought of her—when the cameras were gone, when the world quieted.

The pinwheel turned once more, a little faster this time, and a strange feeling stirred in him. Longing. Guilt. Regret.

He looked down the other side of the hill, unaware that just minutes earlier, she had stood exactly where he was standing now. Her footsteps in the snow were already starting to disappear.

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The evening went by and the night came colder than usual. The mushy snow started collecting against the windowpane as she silently rummaged thro­ugh an old tin box­–the one that held fragments of her memories which she thought won’t affect her like it did to her teenage self. Memories she’d thought she left behind. Memories of the chapter which closed abruptly.

Buried beneath those childish bits of paper and items of her past, she found an envelope. The envelope she could swear she would never forget. How could she? It held what her heart wanted her lips to speak back then. But lips? They sometimes betray their keeper–they spit sharp daggers when raging emotion are high, or stay shut when desperation begs for release.

With careful fingers she smoothened the folds and the wrinkled edges of the envelope. Her fingers glided over the inked words–Addressed to Park Seonghwa. Slowly unfolding the letter, she found herself slipping into the depths of the word she had written back then.

"You left without a goodbye, but I still waited for one. I don’t know if I hate you or if I just hate how much I miss you."

"We always talked about chasing dreams. You ran toward yours, but I was left standing alone."

"Did I ever cross your mind, even just once?"

“You’ll always remain faintly, here, in my heart.”

“Please, even if it takes a long time, turn around, and you’ll find me again.”

She lets out a quiet laugh–one that was empty and maybe a bit frustrated. Frustrated, after reading the last few lines. She remembers writing it in anger, in grief, in all the emotions that swallowed her whole the day he disappeared without a word. Yet, yet, in the end of the letter, she longed for him. She despised how at present too, she found herself trapped in the reflection of her past. As if the time had only moved, not her feelings. Her resentment always ended with her love for him. She couldn’t bring herself to hate him completely.

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Meanwhile, Seonghwa slumps on his bed. Though his body was heavy with fatigue and exhaustion, his mind was wandering with thoughts of guilt, regret and shame.

His phone vibrates on the nightstand–a sharp interruption to his spiralling mind. Thinking the notification would catalyse as a temporary refuge from his thoughts–he exhaled a sigh. He picks it up, eyes scanning the screen. To his dismay it’s just a message from his manager regarding his future schedules. He swipes it away. But instead of locking the screen, his thumb hesitates. It hovers over the messages app for a few seconds. His brain mulls over numerous thoughts. Finally, he decides to open it–he scrolls almost till the very end of the list.

Her name appear–with an unsent draft beneath. He clicks and scrolls through their last exchange, nothing grand–just them being silly over what to bring when they visit the pinwheel on the hill next Sunday. Sure, a faded memory, but never forgotten. Then his eyes landed to the unsent message in his drafts.

“I wanted to stay.”

"I wanted to tell you that before I left, but I was too much of a coward."

"You believed in me more than I believed in myself. I should've told you that."

“Because of this world, you and I drift apart.”

The words stare back at him, a confession frozen in time. He had typed them on the night he left, thumb trembling over the send button. But fear had stopped him.

Now, reading it, he feels the weight of what could have been done. What should have been done. He himself couldn’t justify what he did back then. All he had to toss the blame on was his ‘teenage emotions’. You see emotions are sometimes self-delusion. They serve a fantasy–an illusion, a false perception to how its holder is making a correct decision. It deludes its holder to make spontaneous choices ignoring the incoming second thoughts.

For a fleeting moment, the urge to send it—now, after all these years, surges through him.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, he locks the screen, sets the phone on the nightstand and closes his eyes. The unsent words remain unsent.

And somewhere across town, she stares at her own phone, fingers brushing over an old, crumpled letter, unaware of the message that never reached her.

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Next day the morning is crisp, the remnants of last night’s snowfall glazing the rooftops and streets with a delicate frost. She steps out of her apartment, stuffing her hands deep into her coat pockets, exhaling into the chilled air.

She has things to do, places to be–all in all, she has to be occupied with something or the other at any cost as she thinks there’s no room for lingering thoughts—not today.

And yet, somehow, fate has other plans.

She reaches the small café in the corner of the street–her favourite one. The familiar cozy scent of freshly brewed coffee lingering in the air, reaches her nose–soothing her mind for a moment. Reaching the counter, she ordered her usual go to coffee. After paying and grabbing it from the slab, her mind oddly decides, instead of sitting and drinking in the café itself–why not have it while walking and enjoying the snow-covered views of the street.

Outside, the streets started bustling with people. She adjusts her scarf, mind elsewhere, barely focused. Then–

Impact.

She collides with someone, too preoccupied to see the coming. The force was enough to knock the purse off her arm. And there goes her lip balm rolling, keys landing near the stranger’s boots, receipt fluttering against the cement road, coffee splattering out of the cup and the–

An envelope.

Her envelope.

But she doesn’t notice it yet.

“I—sorry,” she mumbles, crouching quickly to grab her scattered items, fingers scrambling over the icy ground. The stranger kneels too, already reaching for her fallen things, handing them back without hesitation.

That’s when she hears his voice. “Its fine…”

And everything inside her stops. She knows that voice.Slowly—too slowly—she looks up.

And there he is.

Park Seonghwa.

Time rushes back in violently, knocking the air from her lungs. She doesn’t move. Everything inside her screams no, but she can’t move.

Can’t react fast enough.

Her fingers shake slightly as she grabs her things, stuffing them recklessly into her bag. She doesn’t dare meet his gaze, doesn’t dare acknowledge that after years—after everything—this moment is happening.

And then—

He picks up the last remaining item.

The envelope.

The letter she never realized she carried.

The letter she never meant to bring with her.

His name is inked across the front, bold and familiar.

His fingers hover over it, his brows furrowing, confusion flickering across his features.

She doesn’t see it.

She’s too frantic, too desperate to escape.

She grabs her things, whatever her hands can reach. Shoves them into her bag. Rises too quickly, mutters something incoherent–and walks away.

No—runs away.

Seonghwa stares at her back going away. His grip tightens around the letter she unknowingly left behind. He glances down at it again. By looking at the slightly crumpled edges he can figure out that its old but carefully folded. His name in her handwriting stares back at him.

A message addressed to him, but never meant for him to read. And now, he holds it in his hand. And she has no idea.

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Hours pass. The encounter with Seonghwa lingers in her mind, replaying over and over like an echo she can't silence. She tells herself it was nothing—a meaningless collision, a chance meeting with someone she once knew. Nothing more.

Yet, something feels off.

She sits at the edge of her bed, her bag beside her, mind drifting somewhere far away. Her hands move absently, digging through the contents—she’s not looking for anything in particular at first. It’s just a habit. Routine.

Wallet. Keys. Lip balm. Receipts.

She exhales slowly, fingers brushing against loose paper at the bottom. She pauses.

Her heart tightens slightly, though she isn’t sure why. Her search becomes deliberate now. Focused. She rummages through all the possible fabrics of pockets, every hidden fold, eyebrows knitting together as unease starts to tingle through her system. And realisation strikes her mind like thunderbolt.

The letter.

It isn’t here.

Her pulse skipping, then spiking.

Shit. No.

She scatters all the items out of her bag across the bed. For a person who hates unorganised things–it was the first time she ignored the mess forming around her. Well, ignore would be a wrong word to use, she never noticed the mess.

It was there this morning—she was sure of it. Maybe she hadn’t intentionally placed it in her bag, but it had been tucked away somewhere, buried beneath old receipts and forgotten things. So where did it go? Where was it now?

She tries to calm herself for a moment. Squeezing her eyes shut, trying to steady her thoughts. Think–she tells herself. She retraces her steps, recalls every moment since she left the house.

Had she taken it out somewhere?

Had she dropped it at home?

Had she—

Her stomach twists.

Had she lost it when she bumped into him?

The moment crashes back into her mind—sharp, sudden, like a slap against her thoughts. The collision. The rush. The desperate scramble to pick up her things. She had been barely thinking, barely aware. Had she even seen the envelope when she grabbed her belongings?

Her chest tightens painfully.

She thinks back—tries to remember everything she shoved into her bag, every item her hands touched as she scrambled to leave.

Had she picked up the letter? Or had she left it behind?

A cold realization grips her.

He had helped her pick up her things.

Had he seen it? Had he touched it? Had he kept it?

She presses a hand against her forehead, eyes squeezing shut as anxiety coils through her. If he had seen it—if he had taken it—that meant he had it now.

That meant he had read it.

Or was reading it.

She doesn’t know which is worse.

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The envelope rests before him on the table. A quiet and potentially harmless thing against the polished surface. The faint rhythm of tires screeching against the asphalt road and the muted buzz of the conversations outside goes unnoticed by him. He simply can’t drift his concentration away.

Not now.

Not when his name is staring back at him from the paper that was never meant to reach him in the first place. His fingers hover over the edges, tracing the worn creases, feeling the weight of years pressed into every faded fold. The ink has smudged slightly in places, the corners softened with time—proof that this letter has been carried, kept, touched more times than he can count. And yet, until this moment, it remained unread

He exhales, slow and uneven, as if the very act of breathing might shatter whatever fragile restraint still holds him back. He shouldn’t open it.

He knows he shouldn’t.

Whatever is inside was never meant for him now—only for the version of him that had walked away. The boy who had packed his dreams into a suitcase and left without looking back. But what if…

What if she had waited?

What if she had written something meant to be read then but still mattered now?

What if, in all the moments of silence between them, she had been waiting for this—waiting for him to finally understand what he had done?

His thumb presses against the seal, hesitation coiling tight in his chest. He lingers. Debates. The weight of unread words sits heavy between his ribs, heavier than the years that have passed since that night on the hill.

Did she resent him?

Did she miss him?

Did she hate him for disappearing?

Or—

Did she still…

His pulse pounds at the thought, fingers tightening slightly around the paper. He could leave it unopened. He could slip it into the depths of his coat pocket and carry it with him like another unspoken regret.

Or he could unfold it, let the past rush back in. Let her voice—her words—reach him in a way they never had before.

Outside, the city blurs into the quiet murmur of passing footsteps and distant car horns. Time stretches unbearably thin.

And then—

He presses his thumb against the seal once more.

Breathes.

And—

author speaking: so what do you think will happen? Will he read? Will he leave it aside?

Tags: @deltamoon666

[violetsareblue-selfships]

Metal Bouquet

F/O: Sevika | Word Count: 1315 // hehe wrote this last night and i'm too eager to share so here ^^ like a direct follow-up to that last fic ^^ anyways i hope you enjoy it <3 // also I've linked the song my s/i plays on the jukebox if anyone wants to listen

Building up the courage takes a while. Weeks, maybe even months. All through it, April endures Jinx's teasing that she can't even ask a girl out, but she takes it as a good sign. If Jinx didn't approve of the potential relationship, she certainly wouldn't be teasing about it, right?

She starts slow: asking Sevika to stay a little longer any time she comes over for repairs or to pick Jinx up from April's shop, going to the Last Drop specifically when she suspects that Sevika will be there so they can chat more, and buying her the occasional drink when they're out together.

Yet every time she thinks she's gathered the nerve, her brain goes all fuzzy when their eyes meet and the moment's lost.

Her inability to think around the older woman leads her to seek out a different form of confession. She toys with the idea of a letter for a little while. It'd be easy. Writing her feelings down has always been easier than speaking them aloud, yet Sevika would recognize her handwriting, she's sure.

And she's not ready to reveal that she's been Sevika's secret admirer just yet. She'll save that for Sevika's next birthday, so the gift will (hopefully) be the last as just an admirer and the first as her girlfriend.

Flowers would be a sweet idea, but the air of the undercity isn't quite clean enough yet for those (she's sure even a bouquet wouldn't fare well anywhere but topside).

It's only while sifting through some metal scraps she's been tempted to give to Jinx that she gets the idea to make her something.

She works on it between her usual repairs and commissions, feeling a bit cheesy that she's crafting flowers out of metal. She doesn't even know what Sevika's favorites are much less if she has a favorite flower, so April sticks to roses with a few lilies thrown in.

As soon as the fake flowers are crafted and painted to her liking, she bundles them up with a bit of twine, resisting the urge to rush out at that very second to find Sevika.

It's a few days before she leaves her shop with the metal flowers tucked carefully in her arms. It's early enough in the day that the Last Drop should be mostly empty. She'd really prefer to not have other eyes on her for this…

Her eyes land on Sevika the instant she steps inside, the sight of her bringing both relief that she doesn't have to do this another day and nerves that this is it. The nerves cause her to loiter a little, heading over to the jukebox and setting it to play a song that's always calmed her nerves.

Though, as the familiar intro blares, she realizes just how cheesy it is for this music to be the background for her confession.

Sevika turns as the music changes, raising her eyebrow curiously at April. "What? Can't a girl be in the mood for a familiar song?" April asks, a sheepish look in her eyes.

Sevika snorts, blowing a puff on her cigar before pulling it away from her mouth. "Sure." Sevika leans back in her chair, her eyes slowly appraising April's form from head to toe. "What has you all dolled up? You look like you're asking for trouble," Sevika murmurs, her lips quirking up in a teasing smirk.

April giggles nervously, resisting the urge to fidget with her hair or the metal stems in her hands. Instead, she slowly approaches Sevika. "Maybe I am," She murmurs, exhaling sharply through her nose to quickly get rid of her nerves. Then her hand extends the flowers to Sevika, her heart rate skyrocketing as she waits.

Sevika's eyes widen, all traces of her teasing dropping. For a moment she just stares at the flowers before cautiously reaching to take them from April, her fingers almost trembling as she makes contact with the metal. Her eyes are full of question when they meet April's again.

"I like you, Sevika," April says softly, looking anywhere but those pretty grey eyes that will shut off her ability to speak. "I couldn't figure out any other way to tell you. Janna, you get me so damn tongue-tied, you know that?

Real flowers would just wilt down here, so I figured these are the next best thing, right?" April says, fully aware that she's starting to ramble. "Sorry, I didn't know your favorites, so I went with a mix of mine."

She seems like she's about to continue on, but the soft sound of Sevika's laughter cuts her off. Her heart jumps at the sound until she recognizes that it's soft, warm, fond laughter, not anything mocking.

"You're too cute," Sevika murmurs. "These are beautiful. They must have taken quite a bit of work to make."

"I-I mean not really? I barely noticed the time passing…" April murmurs, scratching the back of her neck so endearingly that Sevika has the urge to tug her down into a kiss.

"Mm-hmm." Sevika idly fiddles with one of the petals on the stem. She should be astonished at how detailed the flowers are down to the roses having little metallic thorns, but she knows the amount of detail April puts into her work.

Her eyes raise back up to April's, and she chuckles at the sight. April's still not looking at her, but she's restlessly fidgeting with her fingers. "Aren't you going to look at me?" Sevika asks. "I do have an answer for you, but I'd prefer you look at me when I say it."

April immediately looks at her, and her nervous expression has Sevika softening. "I like you too."

"You do?" April asks softly, taking a hesitant step closer. Some of her nerves dissipate when Sevika shifts the flowers to her metallic hand so that her human one can take one of April's.

"I do." She gently squeezes April's hand, a little amused at how much smaller her hand is.

"Then… you'll go out with me?" April asks. "We don't even have to go out. You could come over and I could make you dinner." Just date me. Be mine…

"That sounds nice." Sevika gently tugs her a little closer. "Just let me know when, sweetheart." She smiles at the faint blush that takes over April's face at that.

"I mean… we could… tonight?" April says.

"Mm, eager, aren't we?" Sevika teases, chuckling as it makes April's blush grow darker.

"'vika… I've been wanting to go on a date with you for years at this point. Yes, I'm eager." It's embarrassing to admit it, but the way it makes Sevika blink at her is worth it.

Sevika mouths the word 'years,' so many things slotting into place at that realization. All those times that their eyes met and April shyly looked away from her… "Right," She says, the word coming out a little strangled. "Tonight works."

"Cool," April says, giggling in the cutest way that has Sevika's heart clenching. She's going to have Sevika wrapped around her little finger soon if she doesn't already… "I'll go get ready for that then. Any preference for dinner?"

Sevika manages a laugh at that. "It'll be your cooking. That's enough for me."

April giggles again and nods. "Great! See you tonight, 'vika," She says softly, a mischievous look crossing her face for a moment before she dips her head down to kiss the top of Sevika's head, a feat only managed by the fact she's still standing while Sevika's sitting down.

"See you," Sevika murmurs, giving her hand one last squeeze before letting go. April heads toward the door, pausing to blow a kiss at her shyly before ducking outside again.

That only confirms that she's done for. If her heart weren't already April's, that flirtatious little move would have done it.

Gods, she can't wait for tonight…

[wednesdaynn]

for everyone to see

a/n: i haven't written for women (properly) in so long, neither on tumblr so i hope i do this a bit justice, this fandom is lacking sm on the women department in general, but god, there are no fics on here. so here i am, spoiling myself a bit with my own fantasy! also this was supposed to be more porn than plot tbh but i needed a good intro... so do with that what you will.

also happy KINKTOBER, even though i won't be participating i cant wait to read all these smutty things after watching too many horror movies.

summary: marlene invites you, her girlfriend, on her stream for the first time and her fans couldn't be more fond over misty marls' sweet girl

warning: sex (duh) oral (i guess fem receiving doesn't work in this context) visual pornography.

pairing: camgirl!marlene mckinnon x fem!reader

word count: 2412

you see her walk towards the camera tripod snapping the camera into the cage and attaching it. She checks the screen to make sure both of your body's are in perfect view and the light is correct, smiling in satisfaction when everything works out.

you lean back on your hands, rolling your shoulders back and taking a deep breath. The nerves are getting worse with the minute and you can't seem to snuff them out. you hope marlene doesn't notice your hesitance because you know she'd call this stream off immediately if she knew you were even slightly tense about this situation. and it's not that you don't want to do this with her, it's just, this is all new to you, and it's making you nervous. you've been planning this for weeks, and have been excited for weeks. The thought of it alone made butterflies go around in your belly.

Marlene turns on the camera and walks back over to you, settling next to you. She grabs her laptop and makes sure the camera is connected to the bluetooth. going to the streaming platform and clicking on the live+ button, checking the camera one last time, turning towards you to make sure you're alright to start. but when she turns, instead of meeting your excited eyes, she is met with hesitance. she frowns and turns her full body towards you, grabbing your hands and rubbing her thumb over your knuckles.

"talk to me, what's going through your head?" she asks and you shrug. you feel embarrassed to tell her what you're thinking. you look up to meet her eyes and squeeze her hand affectionately.

" ’ave got some nerves, good nerves I think." you give her a small smile as to reassure her she casts another glance over your face to make sure you're not lying just to please her, but finds no tell-tale sign of a lie. she leans over and kisses your lips.

"so, am I good to start?" you nod and she gets up from her spot and turns on the stream, looking at the screen and seeing both of your body's on the big screen and the flashing red light in the corner. you slowly start to see her subscribers flood in and the comments all talking about how excited they are about the new stream.

Marlene turns back to you and shoots you a wink before sliding behind you and maneuvering your body to face the camera. she puts her hands on your waist and slowly massages the skin there, her lips on your neck, kissing and softly nipping at your skin. you roll your shoulders back and lean into her. there's a soft ping from the laptop and you see the first tip come in, you smile softly, it calms your nerves slightly.

her hands make their way downwards towards the hem of your shirt and slowly lift up the hem and tug it off of you. revealing the lacy bra that barely covers anything. She places her hands on your shoulders, kneading out the little knots and glides them over your clavicle bones and hooks her fingers underneath your bra strap, trying to make all her actions seem as sensual as possible to her viewers.

And it's working, her comments flood with people leaving messages about how sweet you look, and how much they wish they could be Marlene right now. it gives you a certain confidence boost. you lean back into marlene, and she lets out a soft giggle. you know she does this mostly for show, but it's working for you as well.

She lets go of your bra strap and reaches between you two to get to the clasp on your back, unhooking it and brushing the straps off of your shoulders, revealing your breasts to the camera. The cold breeze makes your nipples harden.

she shuffles around and moves in front of you, sitting up on her knees. she leans over and kisses you, at first it was very soft and sweet. open mouth kisses with little pecks in between when you both need to get some air. but it turns more heated once she puts her hands on your boobs and starts kneading them between her hands, your nipples catching between her fingers where she occasionally pinches them.

you let out a breathy moan, which she swallows with her own mouth. licking your lips and sliding her tongue between. your kiss turns filthy very fast, all tongue and spit, teeth clashing and it's slightly uncomfortable but you imagine it'll put on one hell of a show.

her lips make their way downwards, resuming her past administrations by nipping at your jaw and downwards, leaving behind tiny little marks, which the camera just barely picks up. you lean your head back and let out little sighs.

she pushes your shoulders, your back hitting the mattress and her lips re-attach themselves to your skin, this time on your breasts. sucking tiny bruises on them and sucking softly on your left nipple. her teeth scrape slightly before she bites on them, making you hiss out in pain. she soothes it quickly by licking your sore nipple. she makes her way over to your right breast giving it the same treatment, leaving you breathless.

her hands find the button on your trousers and make quick work of unbuttoning them and pulling the zipper down. she reaches for the hem and you lips your hips so she can take them and your panties off in one move. she kisses the marks left by your trousers on your legs as she makes her way back up your body again. leaving a little trail of kisses up your inner thigh and bites into your skin, right where your thigh meets your mound.

blowing cold air right above where you want her the most. you lean up and rest on your elbows, looking down at what marlene is doing. she meets your gaze and you flush slightly. you look over at the laptop and see a couple thousand tips already in the inbox.

"That's all for you, baby. they're excited to see you." Marlene says. you humn and bring your hand to her head, letting yourself fall back on to her mattress, threading your fingers through her hair and giving a soft push to get her to where you need her. she huffs, acting as if she's annoyed by the gesture, but you can see the smirk adorning her face.

she licks a stripe from your hole up to your clit where she licks around it, teasing you until she wraps her lips around the bud and sucks on it. you let out a gasp followed by a low moan. her thumbs spread your lips apart. revealing more of you to her. she moves her face to the side, leaning it against your inner thigh, her tongue circling your hole. The camera can now see everything, your glistening cunt, her lips and chin wet with your slick and the way your stomach goes up and down in fast movements.

marlene's tongue pushes into you and and you keen, your hips rut up and your hand pushes her head even further. your other hand glides up your stomach and makes a line from your belly button to the valley between your breasts. you palm your boob in your hand and give a slight pinch to your nipple, heightening the feeling in your stomach.

Marlene is good at giving head. she prides herself on it, she uses it as a form of foreplay, just to tease before actually doing what she wants. but right now, she intends to make you cum, a lot. so her right hand collects your slick on her fingers and she pushes her ring finger into you, her tongue going back to torture your clit. she quickly adds another, when she notices your breaths getting heavier and moans becoming more sporadic. she pumps her fingers in and out of you and curls them in just the right way, making you arch your back and retreat your hand from her head.

you grab onto the bed sheets next you, knowing it won't be long until your impending orgasm hits you. she sucks, and licks and nips on your clit. her face fully covered in you. The sounds coming from her mouth are downright filthy. and the continued pumping of her fingers in and out of your hole doesn't make it any less dirty.

and when she curls her finger just right and sucks hard on your clit, you're a goner. your orgasm comes in hard and your mouth falls open with a silent moan. your legs start shaking and your hips buck into marlene's face who is letting you ride out your orgasm.

she comes back up and leans over you. she kisses you and your hands pull on the hem of her shirt and marlene gets up in a sitting position beckoning you to do the same. you lean on your knees, following her movements and putting your hands to good use by hooking your arms around her waist and pulling down the zipper at the back of her skirt. Marlene pulls off her own shirt and unhooks her bra, throwing both of them somewhere on the floor next to the bed. 

she grabs your face in her hands and starts kissing you again. from this side the camera can pick up on everything that is happening where it faces both of your almost naked bodies. you quickly push her skirt  and panties down and she tries her best to get them off without falling. when she sits back down with her legs spread wide open you assume she wants you to go down on her. but instead she makes a come hither motion with her finger and you lean over where she whispers in your ear. 

you nod your head and bite your lip, lean back in the same way as her. legs slightly bent and spread wide. she shuffles closer and watches the screen to make sure you’re both in perfect view of what’s about to happen. her legs intertwined with yours, her left leg pushes underneath your right one, her other leg hooks over your left leg.she moves towards you and shifts her hips, both of your cunts barely touch each other and it sends a shock up your spine when it rubs touches your clit. 

she lowers both of your legs that are in front of the camera making sure that the camera records your bare pussy’s. she makes an experimental grind against you, and you let out a small gasp. she shifts her hips just slightly, making sure your clit’s are rubbing together. hitting the right angle she starts out slowly. grinding on you slowly getting a feel for it and building up your pleasure. She knows you stay sensitive after an orgasm for a while, and normally she wouldn’t mind making your legs shake from oversensitivity, but this is the first time on camera for you and she doesn’t want to make it too overwhelming. 

 she throws her head back for show and leans back on her hands, making it easier for her to grind upon you. she speeds up and starts chasing after her own orgasm. but the angle isn’t right, it’s too slippery and you have barely any control. you can both feel it and marlene’s eyes move up your body and lock them in with yours. She moves her legs slightly, but to no avail. it makes no difference on the way it feels. you can barely reach the point of having an orgasm, and that’s with the sensitivity that you still have from your first, you can’t imagine how unsatisfying it must feel for her. 

the initial pleasure you got from this position has worn itself out. your hands push themselves upwards and and move forward the little amount you still can and sit up straighter making you practically ride her pussy. she lets out a loud gasp, surprised by your actions and leans back onto her elbows unabashedly checking you out. you graze your hand up her leg and grab onto her waist, giving you more hold to move faster and more deliberate. marlene reaches one of her hands, practicing a balancing act on her other elbow. her fingers put your hair behind your shoulder, getting it out of your face and you roll your head backwards. 

you speed up your hips, getting closer to your orgasm. “Get it baby, get what you need.” she lets out a soft laugh at seeing you get so desperate. her eyes wander to the laptop perched next to the bed, checking if the camera is still picking up the right angles and people are still putting in tips, and good lord… you make her so proud. It's been flooded with excited comments from viewers and the tips are going crazy. 

“Are you close too? marls… wanna cum with you.” your whine and your hands slips from her waist and to the bed next to her, your other hand mimicking. you lean over her and start kissing her. you can feel her nod her head and push your hair out of your face again letting everyone see your faces connecting. The kiss is more panting and moaning into each other's mouths, but it doesn’t matter to the both of you. it’s getting you closer and just being near her is enough for you. marlene starts letting out heavier moans, disconnecting from your lips and leans her forehead against yours. 

she shuts her eyes and releases a few heavy breaths before letting her head drop back and let out a silent scream, her orgasm hitting with force. You ride her until she’s too sensitive and slowly move off of her, accidentally bumping her clit and she shakes slightly, letting out a giggle. you’re both huffing and puffing from exhaustion. 

"You didn’t cum?” marlene says, pout on her face, but you shake your head. exhausted with a pleased look on your face. “It's alright, I would've continued if I needed to.” you wink at her and she leans over and kisses you softly, small laughs coming from you both. She bites her lip and looks over at the camera. she crawls over to turn it off and you throw in a little smile before the stream shuts off.

[alyxmakesthings]

"Over The City" info post!

Guess what has a name finally! So this post is an intro to not only the 'reader' character I've made for my fic I'm currently working on. But also just a quick look at what it will contain since there does need to be a content warning should you choose to read. This post won't spoil too much and I was inspired by @stellaspectral's post for her story "Sun Killer", which I love!

Link to the post for chapter one!

https://www.tumblr.com/alyxmakesthings/779284482131918848/over-the-city?source=share

The plot revolves around the reader insert character Seraphina Daniels, a cisgender bisexual female, and it will touch on her family and backstory as the story goes. While I will not get into the details of what happened to her, here or in the fic during her last 2 years of High School, there will be a reference to past non-con/assault as well as the lose of a family member.

Now that I have my biggest content warning out of the way! Sera starts the story trying to gather as much info as she can on her, kinda but not really BF, that she is only dating to try and get him busted. How ever as she learns that he has crazy connections the plan starts to look nebulous. That is until she realizes there is a certain team of vigilantes also investigating him after they accidentally keep her from getting caught allowing her to get away with the data she stole. So Sera then makes it her mission to find the mutants that got her out of that sticky spot in order to get them the info she had been keeping in order to avoid giving it to the wrong person. [She knows who the Turtles are, kinda, due to the fact that her family moved to NYC shortly before The Krang attack. BAD TIMING!]

Now this will be Reader X Raph but it is gonna be a slow burn because I love a good slow burn! [Imagine two dum-dums who like each other, but they are dum-dums. You're Honor you don't understand these are my emotional support idiots.] Now these two aren't the only ships and as of right now I mostly have Capril and Leoichi and the side ships but I know I will include Warren and Hypno because I love Rys Darby so... Hypno my beloved! That being said there will be some explicit content in later chapters and I will be using the 'afreakingdork' method of marking the title of the chapter with an *.

Now I will be playing a game with the chapter titles since I listen to music for inspo like all the time and the chapter titles will be lyrics from the song that inspired it in the original language. In the author note before each chapter I will provide full lyric, if I cut it down which some are, and a translation if the title isn't in English. I guess I wanna see if anyone recognizes the songs I use as a little extra thing people can engage in.

Now I will get into a few more spoilers, mostly about Sera. So her family originally was her and her brother Kellan with their parents Tormond and Marion Daniels. [Marion's maiden name is Valentin] Her mother's side of the family is pretty fucking big and Valentin Holdings is a fucking giant company so Marion's family doesn't look to favorably on Tormond. Despite everything the 4 of them all got along fairly well when the kids were younger since they moved around alot before settling in NYC due to Tormond's business being established here. [The Daniels Corporation, a medical technology company] However, Sera's brother dies before the start of the story due to a super weird illness, that I am still working through the science on, which leads to the state of the family during the start of the story.

Sera does deal with being neurodivergent with her autism and ADHD which isn't helped by the fact that she has CPTSD and mostly self soothes because she never shared anything that happened to her with her parents. She only ever told her brother and he is gone now. [Kellan was 2 years older than her when he died]

Sera lives in a residential building in Manhattan that her dad slowly bought up in order to bring the best of the graduating medical students and engineers from all over the country by giving them housing. [He is technically building a safe building to keep his family safe since he is having a bad time with his oldest being sick.] Eventually he bought the whole building and everyone that lives and works there are technically his employees.

Now I do have a funny link between Sera and Kendra because they dated in the past and had a bad break up! Kendra will show up in the story pretty early on so I'm very very excited for that chapter(s). [I am slowly warming up to her the more I think about her chapter] Sera love taking photos and sketching but has a lot of art supplies due to her being rather introverted. [I have so much paint and other supplies it's nuts so...]

Well now that I have a perspective pinned down I can really start writing, since I'm like 35 chapters into my outline. I can't wait!

[epichik]

intro of a ranger fic - working title "nothing that i need"

i have had writer's block on this thing for over a month, and the idea of this story has been cooking in my brain since like the summer of 2012.

feedback is appreciated!

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I can’t help but gaze out the window during class today. After starting school in the blazing heat of summer, the autumn breeze is more enticing than anything I could learn indoors. The leaves have just started to change, green slowly fading to yellow. I tap my pencil absentmindedly against the wooden desk, just quiet enough to make sure neither Ms. April nor any of the other students would notice.

“Well, class, I have something exciting to share,” Exciting? I perk up a bit in my seat at Ms. April’s words. Our teacher, sweet as she may be, hasn’t referred to a lesson as “exciting” in quite some time.

This could be good, I’m thinking. I glance instinctively over to Rhythmi, my roommate, who’s attentive as ever, and then over to Keith, who’s seemed to have snapped to attention as well.

“For this next assignment, you will be doing a survey on the ecology of southeastern Almia,” Ms. April continues. The survey will take you from the Ranger School to Vientown and just south to Chicole Village.”

This seems cool. Plus, I’ll get to go home. But that’s a lot of journeying…. A couple of days’ worth.

“To work with you, keep you accountable and supervise you, each of will be paired up with one of the second-year students in Mr. Kincaid’s class.”

Rhythmi glances back at me this time. There’s a spark of something in her eyes. Adventure? No. Mischief.

Not. A. Word. I glare back in response.

~3 months earlier~

“Rhythmi, who is that?” I ask without pointing at the taller boy walking across the schoolyard with Isaac. The early summer sun is high in the air, the local Starlys soaring overhead. Something about him looks… familiar.

“Who’s who?” Rhythmi replies, shielding her eyes from the sun. “Mushroom head? You remember him from class orientation. Isaac, from our class.”

“No, the guy with him. Of course I know Isaac.” Rhythmi never shuts up about how smart he is.

“Oh! That’s Kellyn, he’s-”

“Wait, Kellyn? Kellyn Clark, from the Ranger Times back in April?” That���s gotta be it.

“Uh… oh, yeah, I remember the paper being out here after that crazy rockslide rescue. I don’t know what we would’ve done without him. The Vientown rangers didn’t show up for another twenty minutes after Kellyn got those kids out of there.”

“Wow, that’s…” I’m looking back up at Kellyn and Isaac as they pass by us in the courtyard. Both of them smile at me in greeting, but Kellyn’s eyes catch mine just a moment longer. Uh oh. Rhythmi notices and her eyes grow wide as dinner plates. Double uh oh.

“Ooh, does Katie have a crush~?”

“No! Dude, no. I don’t even remember the last time I had a crush… on a guy.” It’s true. At eighteen, I haven’t dated anyone. High school saw a few crushes, almost exclusively on girls. None of those went anywhere. I was definitely too nervous to put myself out there, and not so sure that ranger school could turn over a new leaf.

“But Kellyn isn’t really a guy, you know.”

“Huh? What do you mean by that?” I’m not sure I want to know what she means, but I ask anyway.

“Well, sometimes I hear the upperclassmen calling Kellyn ‘they’ instead of ‘he’, I think. Although he- they- seem to be fine with either, I think.”

“I’ve never heard of that, but that’s cool. Does that mean Kellyn isn’t a guy, though? What else is there? I’m interested, though – wait, not like that! I don’t know, Rhythmi. I just think Kellyn Clark is cool. Learning about what he – they - did in their first year at the Ranger School really got me motivated to come to school here.” I’ve already said too much. I really am intrigued, I didn’t know you could “be” anything else, really. If it’s how you’re born or what you choose… Or both. I don’t know.

“I getcha. Plus, it’s normal to have crushes on the upperclassmen. Or any other student, for that matter. A lot of people marry someone they went to school with.”

“Rhythmi! I don’t even want to think about that right now. I just want to learn Ranger stuff. And… And what it means to be, uh, not really a guy.”

“I dunno. I’ve just heard stuff. I think… I think it’s just something they started going by. Kellyn is totally handsome, though. Not my type but I totally get why you like-”

“Shh! Just… let’s drop it, okay?” I hate how red my face has turned. I’ve literally never even met Kellyn. People always say never meet your heroes, and maybe those people know something I don’t. And he’s just some guy. Or some… person.

~End Flashback~

“Rhythmi, you’ll be with Linda Delphi, since you’re both in the Operator program,” Ms. April started to list off names.

“Okay!”

“Keith, you’ll be with Asher Litman.”

“Thanks, Ms. April. Asher is cool.”

“Caroline, you’re with Dillon Rainier.”

“Okay!”

“Opal, Izzy Timmins.”

“Of course,”

“Isaac, your partner is Leland Honeyman.”

“Okay, Ms. April.”

“Ponte, Adrian Grace.”

“Got it.”

“Kate, you’re with Kellyn Clark.”

I definitely feel something like my heart skipping a beat, or puke coming up, before forcing myself to calm down. I try not to look at Rhythmi, who, by the vibes I’m getting, is absolutely grinning back at me. This might be worse than high school.

Ms. April passes out the project packets to the class, heavy reams of paper with lots of space to write in. She’s describing the due dates for the project just before the bell rings for lunch and outdoor time. It’s technically called “recess” but us students think that’s a little too grade school, so outdoor time it is.

“It would be a good idea to meet your partners during the break if you haven’t yet!” Ms. April calls after us as we clamor from our seats and out the door.

“Kate, OMG!” Rhythmi grabs my arm as we head out together. “Lucky you!” She really has no concept of personal space.

“Shh! Don’t-” I’m cut off by our friend Keith joining up at my other side.

“Ooh, lucky Kate indeed!” He elbows as both he and Rhythmi begin to laugh.

“What?! Rhythmi, what did you tell him?” I can feel the fire of anger rising. I know we’ve only been friends for three months but I thought I could trust…

“Nothing! I-”

“She didn’t have to. I could tell how excited you were when Ms. April paired you guys up.”

I can’t help but shake my head. “No. I don’t believe it. Guys, can we just drop this? I do not have a crush on anyone, let alone the most popular guy in the entire damn school.” We’re heading outside now, the autumn sunlight and my annoyance narrowing my eyes.

“Kate, I don’t think there’s anyone in our grade who doesn’t have a crush on Kellyn,” Keith elbows me again, to which I can’t help but give him a massive shove. Nearly losing his footing and falling into a decorative shrub, Keith rubs his arm with feigned annoyance.

“Hey, I’m just saying. I wouldn’t complain.” He gives a parting wave and heads off in the direction of a picnic table where a few other first years have gathered. I’m not sure I want to follow him after that.

Rhythmi and I are looking around the courtyard, noticing that both Linda and Kellyn, our project partners, are sitting with a group of second-years and their own first-year partners.

“Should we go sit with them?” Rhythmi asks, her blue eyes all innocence. I know it’s a front.

“Only if you don’t say a single funny thing about me and… you know.” I’m already sighing as I follow my giddy, golden-haired friend to the grassy clearing where the other students are hanging out. Well, I’ve got to meet him- them? - sometime.

“Hey guys!” Rhythmi greets the group. The others seem chill with our arrival and make room for us at one side of the circle. To our luck, Rhythmi sits down next to Linda and I’m beside Kellyn.

“Hi!” Kellyn immediately greets me. My pulse is speeding up, but not because I have some schoolgirl crush on… them. I think it’s the social anxiety of meeting upperclassmen in general. “You’re Kate Starfall, right?’

“Um, yeah. Hi, Kellyn.” They know my name? Interesting.

“Oh! No need to introduce myself, then,” They’re… screw it, he’s smiling, and it’s as if his gray-blue eyes are laughing at me.

I think I’m blushing something fierce. I guess I know his name already, too. “I mean…”

“Kidding. Yep, I’m Kellyn. It’s okay, I spoke at your orientation, so you probably know me from that.” No, his eyes aren’t laughing at me. I’m overthinking it. He seems… alright.

“Actually, Katie read about you in the paper!” Rhythmi pipes up from her conversation with Linda. I’m biting back a curse and forcing myself not to swat at Rhythmi’s hand. Linda seems amused, too, and I try not to notice. So. Embarrassing.

“Yeah, um, the Ranger Times.” Damage control. "About that landslide that happened back in the spring. That was you, right?” Obviously.

“Oh, that? Yeah. I didn’t think that was big enough news for the regional paper. It’s cool you remembered. I don’t know, I just happened to be in the right place at the right time. Any Ranger could’ve done that.”

“You don’t have to act so humble,” Linda chimes in. “That was a pretty big deal.” Okay, maybe she doesn’t think I’m dumb.

“Thanks, guys,” Kellyn seems accepting of the praise but moves on quickly to another topic. Thank Arceus. “Kate, we’re partners for the ecology project, right?”

“Yeah. Ms. April told us to find our partners during the break today.” I didn’t think I’d have the cajones to actually do it, but here I am. Thanks, Rhythmi, for something.

“Cool. Well, I’m looking forward to it. I’m not from around here, and-” He’s cut off by a flurry of wingbeats from a nearby tree followed by alarmed chirping. I know those calls anywhere.

“Star! Staravia!” The large monochromatic bird seems to be calling over to our group of students, obviously panicked by something.

“W-woah! What’s up with it?” Rhythmi stands up, backing away from the Pokemon.

“Hold on,” I’m getting up slowly, standing next to Rhythmi, watching the Staravia. It seems to lock eyes with me and soars out of the tree, across the clearing to land in front of me.

“Eek!” Rhythmi scrambles behind me. I know it won’t hurt us, but don’t say it. The other students have stopped chatting and are watching us, not sure whether to stay or scatter.

“It’s okay, Rhythmi. Staravia isn’t going to hurt you.” I finally say. I’m familiar with the bird, native to both Sinnoh and Almia. Slowly, I inch towards it. “Hey, there. What’s wrong?”

Staravia seems to gesture towards the tree it had flown over from then flies back towards it. I turn to Rhythmi, who looks unsure but not as frightened as she was a second ago.

“It wants me to follow. Stay here.” I turn to go, but another voice follows me.

“I’ll come with you,” Kellyn falls in next to me. “Just in case.”

I try not to roll my eyes, not looking back at him. “It’s just a Staravia. I’ll be okay.”

“I still want to check it out. Could learn something, you know?”

Sure. But he’s a second-year, I can’t imagine he hasn’t run into a Staravia before. “Don’t spook it. Just stay calm. She’s already upset about something.”

“She?” Kellyn follows as I make my way across the courtyard to Staravia’s tree.

“Yeah. Look at the tuft of feathers on her head. It’s not super pronounced, so that’s a female Staravia.” It’s common knowledge to me, but I guess to anyone who isn’t from around here it’d be hard to tell.

All the other students on this side of the courtyard have gotten out of the way of the panicked Pokémon. Once we arrive at the tree, Staravia greets us with a sharp call and flits up to a branch about fifteen feet overhead. I try not to cover my ears as it flaps and screeches, calling for help.

“I’m gonna follow it,” I declare, hauling myself onto the first branch. It’s sturdy, and the tree doesn’t seem to have any dead limbs as I look up to make my next move.

“Do you need me to-”

“No. Stay here. I’ll let you know what’s up.” I can handle this, I think, as a country kid I grew up climbing trees. Plus, I don’t need Rhythmi making any Kate-and-Kellyn-sitting-in-a-tree jokes. I push the annoyance at the thought aside and hurry up to the tree, grateful that the branches are thick and spaced so closely together. Once Staravia is just overhead, I peer through the leaves to make out just what the problem is.

There in the crook of a branch, against the tree trunk, is a gray, black and white egg that looks just like Staravia. A Starly egg, I bet.

“There’s a nest up here,” I call down to Kellyn. Upon further inspection, I notice Staravia has started pecking away at tough, red and green vines that are snaked around the branch and towards the nest. Following the vines outward, I finally realize…

“Carnivine! There’s a Carnivine going for her nest!”

“Are you okay? Is it-”

“I’m fine! Just give me a minute!” I carefully unhook the practice styler from my belt. Here goes nothing.

[ohwell-itsme-but-danganronpa]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24128233 all the way back in 2020 I wrote this short intro to an angel & devil on the shoulder AU

But in my mind I had More

so I was going to go Big on misunderstandings and have Kaede think that Kokichi & her are already dating when he's not even considering it and focusing on trying to sway Shuichi to his side, while Shuichi is crushing on Kaede & Kokichi is the only one who noticed and Kaede told Shuichi she's dating Kokichi Also Kaede and Kokichi are roommates, it's just oumatsu coworkers au with Saihara being there too tbh Like Kaede explains Kokichi just appearing one day & moving in with her as being her bf when telling Shuichi about him And Kokichi is trying to be difficult to put distance between them from the start, but it's just not working for him

Kokichi: I am going to be a bad roommate and she'll give up on befriending me in a month Kaede: awww, he's gotten comfortable so quickly, I am going to get good grade in partner and like, the main reason Kokichi acts like he's allergic to her is because he thinks she'll try to fix him, but she had it way too easy all her life with how Shuichi is, so her reaction to him is "I could fix him, but whatever is wrong with him is funnier" ngl, they don't fully work out their communication skills in the first decade, but that's how I like it

and I didn't get into that in the fic, but another important part of the world building is that they're both there physically, pretending to be human, but can "whisper" things to Shuichi to suggest things to him without anyone knowing, the "on the shoulder" part is real, yes, they have tiny chibi forms that are invisible to humans

[answering a question about how this misunderstanding comes about] it's a bit like in the Siren & Merman AU where I had Kokichi not understand Shuichi is flirting because for him this level of touchiness and compliments was just friendly, except it comes from Kaede assuming Kokichi's way of showing affection is like That, while his way of being affectionate is actually not that different from hers, he is just not trying to be, cultural differences between supernatural beings strike again, she sees him as a stray cat that has to slowly allow her to get close enough to pet him, so she takes him eating her leftovers as a good sign he leads her somewhere by the wrist (rushing her), or lets their legs touch while they're sitting on the couch (because he doesn't care) and she's like "[pleading_face emoji] my scrunkly showing his soft side, I have to treasure this moment" because she has this idea that all demons are mean, prickly & stand-offish as a default and don't go about showing affection in standard ways and the way he acts fits really well into those ideas, he is rude when he's being kind and she's so sure that she understands him

[bricky-brikson]

Writeblr Intro

Hello all ! I'm Bricky, but you can call me Brick. I'm a fresh young adult, currently in university for medical sciences. I'm an acearo trans man, and since I'm on Tumblr I'm predictably clinically depressed, probably autistic, and have some other mental weirdness of the personality disorder type going on.

I've been here for a while now, but I thought a writeblr intro should be in order as I am very slowly re-organizing my blog.

I mostly write historical fiction, horror, and crime procedurals (all featuring whump), but I often branch out in attempts to try new things. Some of my favourite tropes/themes/subjects include Victorian aesthetics, obsession, social isolation, medical or psychiatric settings, cannibalism, and snakes (hence the dividers). So you know, only the cheeriest of things around here.

My current original WIPs (and their tags) are...

#dear cassedy : a murder mystery set in 1920's Toronto, centred on the area of St John's Ward, which was where most immigrants and impoverished of the time lived. I've been doing a lot of research about the history of marginalized groups in Toronto for this story, and research is like, my favourite part of historical fiction.

#echolalia : a creature feature, featuring the creature, set in a rather nebulous 80s-90s somewhere in Canada. Not quite sure what to do with it, but I'm currently ironing out character concepts.

#spirit phone (title pending) : as the name implies, a story (or series, still not sure) inspired by the album by Lemon Demon. I'm still trying to figure out what it's even about. There's cults and demons involved, that's all I'm certain about.

#psycho-therapy (title pending) : one of the first stories I ever made that I'm now re-working. Likely going to be focused on psychiatric abuse mixed with paranormal horror

#group projects : a general tag for a couple of unnamed stories that are based on random RPs I do with some of my friends. One is vaguely realistic and about a small drug trafficking ring. Another is an urban paranormal setting where monsters and other such creatures are a fact of life.

#writing about injuries : a series of posts about injuries and their effects, aimed primarily at whump authors.

I also write fanfic (predictably). I share them on my AO3, if you'd like to check them out. Some of my fandoms include Cookie Run (CRK/CROB), Psychonauts, Gravity Falls, Sky: Children of the Light, and Hollow Knight. I'm into some other stuff too, but not super interested in writing fic about it. Currently I'm working on...

#no cost too great | psychonauts : a Psychonauts fanfic focusing on Lucrecia's experience in Grulovia leading up to her assuming the title of Maligula.

#poor thing | cookie run : a Cookie Run Kingdom fanfic about Shadow Milk visiting the dreams of Pure Vanilla post Beast-Yeast 8.

#no mercy | cookie run : a Cookie Run Kingdom AU considering what things might be like if the Beasts were to win the final battle between the Union and forces of Darkness, mostly focusing on Beast x Ancient whump. I like seeing the Ancients suffer :)

So, those are my WIPs ! I hope something caught your eye. Throw me a follow or a reblog if you're interested in what I have to show :]

My asks are always open, feel free to send me questions or requests ! I can't guarantee a finished product, but you'll get some thoughtful rambles at the very least.

Above divider by @/cafekitsune. I sadly do not have the source for the snake divider.

[true-blue-sonic]

“Sunflowers” is definitely that type of intriguingly vague that just makes you wamma know what's in it, but I am ALSO GLANCING HEAVILY AT SILVER TALKING TO GHOSTS?????? Chat my boi is so cooked 😭😭😭😭😭

I answered for Sunflowers here, it's an Espilver story ^-^

In Sonic '06, Silver does talk to a ghost! The ghost looks just like the normal NPCs do, but he's actually a dude who didn't manage to succeed in a flying competition before dying and he asks Silver to finish it in his place, or something like that. Beside, it's also the game wherein Silver is talking to a pigeon for a spell there... I just really like the idea he talks to things and people others can't perceive or don't see the value of, haha. In Run To You, he talks to the trees and the sky and the wind as well. But I believe I got this fic idea because of that NPC from '06, with me liking the idea Silver can see ghosts and helps them solve their regrets and stuff. It does make me wonder if Sonic would also be able to see them, since he's Sonic, but in this fic he can't. I've got an intro this time, but not an ending... I'm not sure how it can end, to be honest. I guess with Sonic giving Silver some comfort and telling him he's doing good work helping ghosts with their business... Hmm, I'd have to think that one over!

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Silver likes talking to himself, Sonic had figured after multiple days of wondering just what his enigmatic future friend was doing.

It’s strange. It’s a strange conclusion to come to. Silver’s not untalkative, but he’s also not the person who extensively dives into little nothings and meaningless chatter. But everything had pointed towards it: how he’s sometimes so lost in thought or mumbling little things to himself that Sonic and friends need multiple minutes and calls to grab his attention again.

So Silver talking to himself in this situation too had seem logical. Or so Sonic had thought at first. Because, from where he lays discreetly eavesdropping on his friend while the branches of the tree he’d clambered into before the grey hedgehog appeared, he cannot shake the feeling Silver is more talking to someone else. The monologue is not constant: it pauses, it hitches, Silver’s looking a bit up into nothing yet with laser-focused eyes, and sometimes he shrugs or rubs his chin. Not at all what Sonic figures somebody talking to himself would look like… It certainly isn’t how the speedster does it.  

“Got it,” Silver below him speaks. “This forest does look like there hasn’t been anyone here in a while. I get why you’re worried.”

And, well, especially that last sentence makes Sonic frown and ponder.

[…]

“I’ll go tend to the flowers; you just stay here. And Sonic, it’s rude to eavesdrop.”

Jolting right up as his name gets called out Sonic blinks owlishly. Below him Silver crosses his arms, an unamused golden gaze leering right through the branches that Sonic thought hid him so perfectly. “Found you.”

“How did you…?”

Taking to the air with cyan enshrouding him Silver huffs. “I’m psychic.”

“Is that why you were talking to yourself just now?” Sonic grins back at him, legs thrown over the branch he’s been laying on so he can sit upright.

“To myself? I was talking to Andrea down there.”

“I ain’t seeing nobody, though.”

“That’s okay. She said as much too.”

“Hm.” Slowly Sonic rubs his chin, eyes darting between Silver and the spot on the grass the hedgehog had been standing beside. It’s empty, and yet he cannot shake the feeling…! “What else did this Andrea say?”

“She told me she always used to care for the flowers in this forest when she was still alive, but she can’t anymore now that she’s dead. She was worried they’re going to perish, so I promised I’ll check up on them all.”

Still alive. Dead.

Sonic raises an eyebrow ever so slowly.

“You’re talking to a ghost?”

“Would seem that way, wouldn’t it?” the deadpan answer gets sighed back at him. With it, something troubled crosses over Silver’s face, but before Sonic can ask the psychic has already turned away and flown back to the ground once more. “Well, I’ll be off.”

“Can I come along?” Sonic immediately asks.

“Why?”

“I love flowers.”

“Oh. Sure, then.”

A final wave gets thrown over Silver’s shoulder before the hedgehog darts off, but Sonic still sees nothing or nobody it could have been aimed at. “So, a ghost,” he brings up, easily catching up with his friend again. “You’re acting like this is normal.”

“Because it is?” Silver retorts, with that exact tone of voice that implies Sonic just said something dreadfully stupid that cost an insubordinate amount of braincells to process. “Just because nobody else but me seems to see them doesn’t mean they’re not real.”

[501st-rexster]

My OC Fic

So this is the intro to the fic I wrote about my OC, Cormick. I meant to post this like... last year, but way too many things are going on so I'm posting it now.

The New Kid

CT-1133 is a shiny assigned to the Coruscant Guard, and he's not exactly like other clones. He's far more enthusiastic, upbeat, his childhood freckles never went away, and he loves to dye his hair bright colors. Everyone wonders how this kid made it to the CG, and Commander Fox is not happy with his new soldier. But Cormick is determined to prove he can be just as good as his older brothers, that he can be a part of the esteemed Guard, that he can make Marshal Commander Fox proud. Cormick won't give up. It's not something he does. 

Commander Colt looked over the troop assignments, curious as to where the new soldiers were sent. He was rather proud of the newest troopers; they’d done well in training and were determined beyond belief.

He nodded at the several that he saw were being sent into the 212th and the 501st, then his eyes caught on one particular boy.

CT-1133.

Assignment: Coruscant Guard.

Colt’s eyes went wide. CT-1133 had been one of his favorite cadets, but he wasn’t exactly ordinary. If anything, he was rather unorthodox. Still, he’d been the best of his batch in training. He was a good soldier and Colt knew that he had it in him to be successful.

But all he could think about was the fact that CT-1133 wouldn’t last long under Commander Fox.

Marshal Commander Fox sat at his desk, reviewing the stack of endless datapads that he honestly wanted to throw into the lower levels of Coruscant but knew he couldn’t. He let out a hard groan and blindly reached for his cup of caff. When he found the mug that had a little tooka on it, he went to take a sip, then looked in the cup with wide eyes to see that it was empty. “Damn…” He muttered as he dropped his datapad and stood up.

Caff was more important than work.

He walked out of his office and over to the caff machine in the open area, starting to pour himself a cup when a voice called his name. His head tilted back with an exasperated sigh. 

“Hey, Fox!” Thorn’s energetic tone grew closer, then he leaned against the counter to stare at Fox, eyes gleaming with his signature grin.

Fox stared at Thorn, the faint circles under his eyes matching his five-o-clock shadow and the scars along his jaw. His deadpan stare met his younger brother’s. “Yes, Thorn?” He grumbled.

Thorn grinned wider. “Our new soldier is almost here!” He said excitedly.

Fox’s eyebrow rose. “We’re getting a new soldier?” He asked as he took a long sip of his steaming black caff.

Thorn’s shoulders slumped. “I can’t believe you. You forgot.”

Fox rolled his eyes. “I honestly don’t know what you expect from me at this point, Thorn. I can barely remember what I did half an hour ago, how am I supposed to remember that we’re getting a new soldier?”

Thorn crossed his arms and tilted his head. “Because the men have been talking about it constantly? We’re all excited about having a shiny-”

Fox nearly spit out his caff. “He’s a shiny?! Why the hell are we getting a shiny?”

Thorn shrugged. “Apparently one of the Commanders recommended him here.” He then waved his hand. “Come on! The ship should be here any minute!” He reached and grabbed Fox’s arm, yanking the man from his desk. Fox let out a small yelp, doing his best to not spill his drink. He was dragged outside, where a few other members of the Guard were waiting, watching the gunship that was slowly descending. Fox took a sip of his caff, following the ship with his eyes as it finally landed.

The doors slid open, and a clean-white armored clone hopped out, happily waving back at the few clones in the ship, and they gave him casual salutes and waves back. The young man then spun around and ran over to the Guard waiting for him. He stopped in front of Fox with a sharp salute.

“CT-Eleven-Thirty-Three, sir! It’s great to meet you!” His voice was incredibly energetic through his helmet, and Fox glanced over at Thorn to find him grinning.

Fox sighed. “Alright, kid. You got a name?” He asked tiredly. The boy nodded enthusiastically. 

“Cormick, sir! When I heard I was being assigned to the Guard, man, I couldn’t believe it! I thought for sure I’d be in the Five-Oh-First or something, but Captain Rex said he actually put in a good word for me and suggested I be assigned here!”

Fox looked at Thorn. “You said it was a Commander who sent him here-”

“Ah, sir, technically it was. Commander Blitz was the one who told me I was being assigned here. He relayed the message from Captain Rex, and well, here I am!” Cormick said happily.

Fox sighed, then his eyebrows hit his hairline when Cormick removed his helmet to reveal the smiling face and upbeat eyes. The other Guard stared at him with shock, except for Thorn, who was close to squealing.

Cormick still had his childhood freckles that dotted across his face, something that most cadets lost at age twelve, but he somehow still had his five years later. But what had attracted everyone’s attention was Cormick’s maroon hair, cut a bit longer than regulation and ever so slightly messy. The boy’s smile was incredibly radiant and he didn’t even seem to notice the other clones staring.

Fox took a long deep breath through his nose then nodded to the boy. “Kid, what the hell do you call that?” He gestured to Cormick’s hair.

Cormick’s eyebrow rose. “Wha… my hair? What about it?” He quickly put a hand to it. “Did it get messy from my helmet-”

“Kid, it’s purple!” Thire remarked, but Cormick shook his head.

“Actually, it’s more like a merlot, or a combination of plum and burgundy-”

“Enough!”

Cormick’s head snapped back immediately, eyes wide at Fox’s exasperated sigh. “Why did Rex decide to send you here? You definitely belong with him more than us-”

“He said you would say that, sir,” Cormick said. “On the Venator. The Five-Oh-First was the one that picked me up when they were getting their new soldiers. That’s why I thought I was going to be with them, but Captain Rex said he had somewhere special ready for me.” He smiled genuinely. “He said that some fresh blood and a little self-expression might be good for you.”

Thorn finally burst out laughing. “I’ve been telling Fox that for years!” He stepped forward and put his arm around Cormick’s shoulder. “C’mon, kid. Let’s get you situated.” He knocked his head against Cormick’s. “And for what it’s worth, I love your hair.”

Thire and Fox moved to stand next to each other, watching as the two new friends walked inside. Fox groaned. “I’m going to have a little chat with Rex,” he grumbled.

Thire nodded. “Your baby brother never misses a chance to torture you, does he?” He remarked.

Fox swigged the last of his caff then shook his head. “No. No, he does not.”

Fox stood at the holotable, angrily typing in his little brother’s code and awaiting the answer. After a few minutes, Rex appeared in the holotable, and he smiled. “Fox! What’s going on, ori’vod-”

“What are you playing at, Rex?” Fox demanded.

Rex smirked. “Based on that reaction, I’m assuming Cormick arrived.” He said casually.

“What the hell makes you think he’ll fit here?! He’s the opposite of professionalism, Rex! And what’s up with his freckles?! Those are supposed to go away-”

“A slight deviance in his genetics. I like it. He’s cute.” Rex grinned. “Come on, Fox, give him a chance.”

“Why should I?” Fox snarled.

Rex’s arms crossed, his eyes narrowing slightly. “I wouldn’t expect the esteemed Marshal Commander Fox to turn someone away based on looks. Surely you’re more honorable than that.” The Captain spat.

Fox’s eyes widened then narrowed to slits. “Rex, don’t you dare question my ho-”

“If you don’t want me to question your honor, then prove me wrong.” Rex stated. “Cormick was the top cadet in his entire class. He’s enthusiastic and a bit extra, but so was Thorn when he first joined the Guard. Now look where he is.” Rex sighed. “He’s a good kid, Fox. Trust me on this one?” 

Fox dropped his head. He hated when Rex used that ‘skill’ of his, the one where he was able to make anyone do anything he wanted just by asking because his voice was so darn endearing.

“Okay. Okay, okay. I will give him a week, then we’ll see where we are.” His arms crossed tightly. “But I’m testing him in a few days. I wanna see what skills the kid has.”

Rex smirked. “You won’t be disappointed.” He then reached down and ended the call on his end, and Fox watched as his youngest batchmate flickered away. 

He let out a long sigh then walked back into the main area to see Cormick sitting in Thorn’s chair with Thorn, Blu, and Kosmos all playing with his hair. Blu grinned. “Oh my god, your hair is so fluffy, Cormick! I love it!”

“Thanks! I did the dye myself, it was a little hard, but I’d seen our older brothers with their personalized hair, so as soon as I was off-planet, I grabbed the first dyes I could find! Some of Captain Rex’s boys gave me some bottles. They kind of muddled together but I really like it!” Cormick responded excitedly. Fox snickered almost silently, then he cleared his throat. The four looked up and all quickly stood at attention.

Fox bit his lip. “Alright, Cormick. I think we got off on the wrong foot. Rex said to give you a chance, and, well-”

“He can’t say no to our little brother.” Thorn said, leaning on Cormick’s shoulder with a snicker.

Cormick’s smile widened. “Captain Rex is your batchmate?” He exclaimed, and Fox nodded.

“As annoying as he is, I do still love him. Drives me insane, he’s probably the second reason I have so much gray hair, but I love him nonetheless.” Fox put his hands on his hips. “Now. Rex said you were the top cadet of your entire class?” When Cormick nodded, Fox hummed. “I look forward to seeing some of your skills.” He waved his hand at Thorn. “Thorn will show you around for the rest of today, Taungsday morning I want you at the firing range at oh-seven-hundred. I want to see what you can do.”

Cormick nodded and saluted his new Commanding Officer. “Sir, yes, sir!”

Fox smirked slightly. “Dismissed.”

When Fox walked away, Thorn shook Cormick’s shoulder gently. “I think he likes you!” He said jokingly.

“Well, he’s trying to, anyway.” Blu remarked. “It’s not you, Cormick. Fox is a very hard man to make happy. For the first three months I was stationed here, I didn’t even think he knew how to smile. I've never exactly been his favorite person.”

Kosmos leaned back against the desk. “I just can’t believe that Captain Rex sent you here himself. Like, he full-on went out of his way to make sure that you ended up in the Corries. That’s saying something special about you.” He then rested his chin on his hand. “Though I do have to agree with the Commander that you seem more like a Five-oh-First trooper than a Guard.”

Cormick rolled his eyes. “I don’t know why people say that like it’s a bad thing. Everyone wishes they were part of the Five-Oh-First!” He remarked.

Thorn, Blu, and Kosmos all shared a silent nod then Blu shoved Cormick’s head down. When Cormick looked up he saw the smirk that met him. “C’mon. I’ll take you to the barracks. The bunk above me is empty. Wanna be bunkmates?” He asked, and Cormick nodded, eyes shining.

“Yeah!”

Thorn watched the two walk away, happily talking to one another, then he glanced to the side at Kosmos. “Ten dataries says Blu asks Cormick out within two weeks.” He muttered, offering his hand.

Kosmos hit his hand with a smirk. “You’re on.”

I've had trouble writing recently so I've neglected all of my WIPs, but I really wanted to post the intro to this fic. I also have a fic about Cormick with a very possessive Fox so if people respond well to this I'll post a bit of that as well. Anyway, I just want to share with people what else I've done with my beloved OC Cormick and a camio from Blu.

[oldiesstationlover11607]

🎶And I say hello🎶

Hello! Tis I! 💛. Your favorite anon. Oddly enough, right before I was going to send in this request, you posted about missing me. First of all, that made my night (like, honestly, I was having a bad night and it made me smile so big). Second of all, your most recent Blurryface fic was amazing (you’re making me into a Blurryface Tyler fan slowly but surely). Also, and I know you have absolutely no reason to care, but I’m going to the Clancy tour this week! I may drown you in your related requests…just a heads up.

Anyways, my request. I am currently in a master’s program (forensic psychology master’s students for the win!) and so I was wondering if you could possibly write a one shot where Josh tries to help the reader study for a test (doesn’t have to be forensic psychology related. Could be any class. Though I’d like it to be a college class), but ends up being more so a distraction/hinderance than a help.

As always, you can change this request up and bit if you like or you don’t have to do it. It’s up to you! Like I said, I’m but a humble freeloader and you are the artist. 😊

Study - Josh Dun x reader

Relationship: Josh Dun × Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1632

A/N: Rahh I love this idea! I’ve been looking forward to going to college and am in study mode so it’s perfect! When you submitted the request I was having a bad day too so I'm glad we're able to cheer each other up :) Forensic psychology sounds cool, I have a friend who is interested in doing it but I have no idea what it’s about other than crime and psychology. I'm wanting to do a major in cinematic arts (basically film school) but I'm not sure what I want my minor to be. I'm interested in so much it's hard to choose but I'm looking at music production, classics, or journalism. Because I've been working on my media studies project at school I though I'd make the subject she's studying for related to that (I hope that's okay). ALSO I’m so excited that your Clancy Tour show is this week!! That’s so exciting 😁 I have to wait till November, my show is the first international show and I’m low key scared that they’re going to change the setlist. I’m bringing my non clique friend to the show and if they decide to add or take away songs from the setlist she’s going to think I’m having a mental breakdown (which I 100% will be lol. In a good way). Anyways, sorry for the long intro/rant thing, I don't have many friends at my school and I needed to rant 😭

The last place I expected to be with Josh was my college library, considering the fact that he didn’t go to college and never planned to. In fact, I was pretty sure the last time Josh had stepped foot in a library was all the way back in high school. I’d only found out a couple months after we’d started dating that we had gone to the same school. He had graduated two years before me so we didn’t know each other but as fate would show, we met at Guitar Centre after I’d decided to teach myself drums. Turns out teaching yourself drums is hard and you do in fact probably need a teacher, and that teacher will probably end up being that cute boy that sold you your first pair of sticks. Normally, Josh and I would hang out at home or with our friends but this week I was in full study mode with finals coming up. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to meet me later?” I asked, finding an empty table to sit down at. I placed my bag on the chair next to me while Josh sat down on the opposite side. He was wearing a black hoodie that he’d bought at the mall the other day and a beanie, perfect for the autumnal weather outside. It had been raining a lot recently, the light pitter patter of rain becoming a common occurrence as we fell asleep each night. 

“I’m sure,” he laughed, folding himself over the table and resting his head on his arms. 

“Okay,” I shrugged, pulling out my computer and opening it to my work. I had a couple pages of notes to read, and a practice essay to write. Yay. College. Josh pulled out his phone and started scrolling through social media, the speakers of his phone playing music–loud enough to hear but quiet enough to not bother anyone other than me. With each scroll of his finger the audio changed, progressively capturing my attention and pulling me away from my own screen. Josh clearly noticed I was getting distracted because he put his phone away and pointed to the blank notebook page in front of me. 

“What are you supposed to be learning about anyways?” he asked, tilting his head slightly and peering over my computer screen. I tilted it back so he could get a better look, the display showing two pages from my textbook for media studies. 

“Well, I’m reading this textbook section about the media and how people have different lenses that they view things. It’s kind of interesting,” I explained. Josh smiled, resting his head on his chin and listening attentively. “It’s like how you’ll view a musician character differently to how someone who doesn’t make music would.” Josh nodded as if he knew what I was talking about–he did in fact have no idea. 

“Let me help you, I’m sure it’s not that hard,” he suggested. He got up and moved around to the chair next to me, grabbing my bag and placing it on the ground so he could sit down. While I knew full well that Josh wasn’t going to be any help but I wanted nothing more than to spend time with him–he was always busy with band practice or work, making me cherish every moment we had together. He pulled my computer closer to him, reading the textbook page and taking notes with my pen. As he wrote each word on the page I could feel my body tingle with excited nerves. Josh had always been able to do that to me. If he was close, I had to fight off the butterflies to the point where I would lose focus on what I was supposed to be doing–which was exactly what was happening right now. “You get that?” 

“Huh?” I looked up at him as he let out a soft chuckle. 

“Do you understand the concept? The uh, natural bias of viewers impacts how they see the characters in movies, books, and tv,” he repeated. I listened, taking notes and bullet-pointing what he was saying. He sounded almost like he was in the class himself, which was surprising considering Josh was the least academic person I knew. 

“Mhm, yeah,” I nodded. As the lunch period ended more and more students piled into the library, filling up the tables and making the room louder. 

“It’s getting kinda hot in here,” Josh said, pulling off his hoodie to reveal one of his band’s merch shirts and his perfectly toned arms. Twenty one pilots was starting to get more and more popular with their latest music being played on college and city radio, meaning the likelihood of him being recognised was rising every day. Josh was looking around the room as more people poured in but I couldn’t look away from him. My boyfriend was hot and I couldn’t deny it–I was practically drooling and couldn’t wait for that night, when we’d be able to snuggle up in bed together. 

“What?” he questioned, snapping me out of my daydream. I could feel my face heat up slightly. 

“You’re distracting,” I smirked, causing him to laugh. 

“How am I distracting? I’m literally just sitting here,” he pointed out. I tapped my pen against his shoulder. A large smile crept onto his face along with a flush of warmth. 

“You like?” he teased, causing me to roll my eyes. 

“Yes. A lot,” I joked back. I leaned my chin against my hand and smiled widely at him. “Stop staring,” he laughed. I couldn't help it. What I really needed to be doing was studying but Josh was the most distracting boy on the planet and if we kept going the way we were, I wasn’t going to get any work done. 

“I was supposed to be studying,” I chuckled, rolling my eyes. He knew how important my finals were for my grade and he knew how much work I’d put into my courses, but somehow he couldn’t hold back his cheeky self, even when it mattered. 

“Okay, okay.” He held up his hands in mock surrender, trying to appear apologetic. He leaned back in his chair and looked at me with a sly smile. I got back to my work, taking notes and trying to figure out what I was going to write my essay on. Once again, Josh pulled out his phone, this time texting Tyler about their next gig. As he typed, he occasionally glanced at me. Without warning, he suddenly reached out and tickled my side, trying to get a reaction out of me. I laughed loudly and covered my mouth, trying to muffle the noise. 

“Josh! Stop it!” I took a deep breath between laughs. Suddenly, a group of girls approached our table, their eyes wide with excitement as they clearly recognized Josh. One of them spoke up, a blonde woman wearing a white crop top and a bright pink skirt–clearly a sorority girl, my mortal enemies. 

“Excuse me, you're Josh Dun from Twenty One Pilots, right?” Josh looked up from his phone, clearly taken aback by her boldness. He flashed the celebrity smile he’d been working on in the mirror lately and nodded. I rolled my eyes, trying to hold my focus. Josh shot me a quick smirk when he saw my reaction, clearly amused by the situation. He then turned his attention back to the girls who were bombarding him with questions. I could tell they were starstruck, which was weird considering that it was just Josh. The Josh I’d met at Guitar Centre, drum teacher Josh, wearing a blonde wig and making stupid skits Josh–my boyfriend Josh. A short brunette clutched her phone tightly, moving in closer to him. 

“Oh my god, can I please get a picture with you?” she asked, her voice quivering with excitement. I moved closer to my computer, trying to regain my focus despite there clearly being no hope. Josh chuckled lightly at the girl's request and looked over at me, noticing how irritated I was. He could tell I was trying to focus on studying for my finals and the sudden intrusion by the girls was clearly not helping. As always, he tried to be polite. 

“Sure, but can we make it quick? My girlfriend really needs to focus on her studies,” he responded, emphasizing the word ‘focus’ when he looked at me. I couldn’t hide the smile on my face. The girls nodded and Josh took a couple of photos, moving into different poses so each girl could get enough photos on each of their phones. I wondered if this was going to become more common with time, whether Josh will get recognised more often. According to Jenna, Tyler was getting it a lot but she’d found a way to cope with the fuss. She was always better than me at the celebrity girlfriend thing. 

“Thank you so much!” the blonde flashed an award-winning smile at Josh.

“Good luck on your finals,” the brunette waved goodbye. I was surprised they cared enough to even address me. 

“Thanks,” I smiled. The girls walked away whispering to each other about the interaction, clearly excited. “They were nice,” I said, turning to Josh. 

“Most people who recognise us are. The people who like our music are different, they care. But… you need to get back to studying. It’s already 5,” he responded. I looked at the clock on my computer and sure enough it was 5pm, we’d been sitting there for an hour getting incredibly distracted with each and every interaction with each other. 

“Remind me to never allow you to ‘help’ me study ever again,” I chuckled, getting back to my work. 

Josh pressed his lips to my temple and ruffled my hair.

“Noted.”

//

REQUESTS ARE OPEN HUMANS! I've gotten a lot more followers recently so feel free to request anything! Can't wait to see what ideas you guys have!

[bengiyo]

Step by Step Ep 12 (Finale) Stray Thoughts

Last week on HR violations, Jeng faced the weight of the homophobia on the board of the company and apologized for inconveniencing them with his queerness. He convinced Pat to stick around and commit to the proposed test of their project and joined the new bubble at work of all of the people who know about them and support them. Though they were required to complete this ad campaign with no money, they used Ying’s skills as a fic writer and Pat’s former relationship with Put to pull off the campaign. Put was also forced to essentially closet himself and play up his fake relationship with his costar. Jaab and Jen are a hot mess, because now Jen is all the way in Japan. Unfortunately, Jeng blew it and used his own money for ads, undercutting Pat’s success. Pat, understandably furious, has broken up with Jeng and left Jian Group. Jeng fell right into his dad’s trap.

Two years later? The girlies are going to riot.

Okay, I love that they formed their own team, and also that the Wi-Fi password is so easily compromised.

So Pat, Ae, and Chot run a successful ad company together, and are about to compete with Jian Group for the Fjord contract. I am excited.

New Intro song in the finale??

I’m with Chot. I don’t care about all this other gay drama. I wanna qiqi with my former work besties if we are at an event together.

I love Chot and Nan so much it makes me feel silly. Chot has to rush off because he knows Pat and Jeng are gonna mess each other up again.

I know meeting Jeng is a stressful situation, but Pat didn’t wash his hands!!!

I get Pat’s stress. The entire problem with Jeng was about Jeng flirting through work. I’m totally with Pat on not accepting overtures that are tied to work.

Damn, Jaab ain’t have to cut his brother like that, comparing his behavior with Pat to their dad’s with Jeng.

I’m enjoying the cross-cutting on the different pitches.

Oh shit, Pat is bitter bitter.

Okay, I’m with Tae. He extended the correct professional courtesy by offering the karaoke night ad campaign to Pat’s company. It’s not his fault that Pat always suspects Jeng of trying to manipulate them into contact.

My man is eating sad noodles and chicken!!!

Chot realized things were bad enough that he called in Pat’s dad.

Ying is now a successful BL writer. OMG.

I feel so bad for Pat. He’s right that Jeng’s presence brings into question any accomplishments he had. Sure they got the Forge account, but Pat can’t be sure that Jeng wasn’t involved somehow. It’s really sad that Jeng perverts acts of service as a love language.

I am still with Tae. My dude said he is tired of these two sucking all the life out of the room. They need to grill this beef and eat it.

My current sexuality is Pat in these blue jeans and this oversized black shirt with a slutty amount of chest showing.

I love when people write and delete messages in modern dramas. That’s so real.

I just know Up suggested he dance.

GOOD NEWS! Chot and his man are still together!

Shrimp nuggets?? I’m gonna McFuckinLoseIt.

Up Poompat is so goddamn pretty. Holy shit.

Sometimes the only person who can really kick you out of your romantic shit is your ex.

Karaoke emotional processing? Bracing.

I’m feeling a bit mixed on the kitchen reconciliation. I don’t think Pat should apologize about being irrational, but I can accept that ghosting Jeng may have felt like too much. Overall, I’m okay with them recognizing that they’re still stuck on each other and want to sort that out. Im okay with them taking it slowly.

I respect the dad for leaving to give them space to work this out.

Jeng traveled with that porridge. How is it so hot? Or did they just throw it in a microwave?

Oh, roleplaying a new first meeting is kind of cute.

He wore all blue to quit his job. I’m so glad this man finally quit his job.

I want some green curry now, too.

Very excited to meet Jeng’s mom. She has two queer sons. She has stories.

So if Pat started this show at 25, turned 26, broke up with Jeng, and now it’s been two years, Pat should be 29, right?

I am with Pat. It hurts to be called your partner’s friend, especially when they know.

So they really had Jeng cover his lips in white icing and then kiss Pat.

Okay so the rest of that was wind down.

Final Verdict: 7.5, Recommend for Fans of Queer Cinema. Despite how much I enjoy the characters and the performances, none of the elements of this show fully connect for me into something greater than the sum of their parts, and I feel like we had to work far too hard to understand the intent of much of it. In many ways it has the opposite problem of A Boss and a Babe, which cared more about character moments than big thematic ideas. This show cares a lot about its ideas about queer people in the workplace, but struggled to use its queer characters to elegantly express them.

[kireilien]

hi so I am in a crisis and I kinda need ur opinion abt it because Idk what to do :((

so I always wanted to write on Tumblr and post fics here and that, but the only problem is that I get lazy so easily and I have sm work to do due to college (because it sucks) so I was wondering how do you manage your time with posting and at the same time going to college because I saw in your intro that you are also a college girlie !!

so yeah, if it's alright answering you can but if you're uncomfy with it feel free to delete!

also I've been lurking in your account and I haven't properly announced myself as a new anon hopefully lol

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kyaaa hi 🌺 anon!!!!!

if i can be honest i dont manage it well LOL i procrastinate a lot just last night i literally waited until 11:50pm on that day to start it bc i was too busy writing! OOPS which having a large following, i dont want to perpetuate that since SCHOOL IS TOP PRIORITY! if youre stuggling with motivation, i would HIGHLY suggest free writing!

have a day when youre completely free of any other work and simply write what comes to mind. it doesnt have to be good at all– if anything it can be shit, but itll allow you to understand how you write, when the best condition comes to you, what your writing style is, etc!

i also suggest going to your favorite writers masterlists and see how they write! idk if this goes for other writers but, for me, feel free to look at my work and even copy how i would write if you enjoy my writing style and you find yourself wanting to write like me in a similar fashion! obviously dont post it since you still technically copied my work LOL but you can save it as a reference in how to write later on!

finding consistent time however is a little tricker. i typically write on my laptop, but i also find myself writing in my notes app like 50% of the time! just little 50~200 word count pieces! they eventually become my brain rots! those are quick, simple, and easy to put your thoughts down on a page on the go that you can post then and there, or it can slowly build into tolerance for writing works in the thousands!

like i said under my tumblr coach lien hashtag lol, no one is forcing you to write! writing is a passion that comes naturally in everyone and i wouldnt describe you as lazy, moreover that passion is being dormant and locked up rn! exercising it can allow it to come out and itll make you start writing consistently, youll find the tiniest pockets of time where you can write! i usually write in between lectures, when im having breakfast or lunch, and most importantly my gooner hours of 11pm to 2 am!

gah i hoped this helped 🌺 anon!

dont be afraid to ask any questions again, i love giving advice! and theres no need to have a quote on quote proper intro, js join us hehe, ill see u around~