#pls pls pls you can trust me to be normal about that i am completely normal about that i am so normal about these themes

[featherymainffins]

I hate to say it but I might have to admit that Redditors can be pretty based sometimes

[cryingaboutit1514]

hello chaotic it me zali on my 2nd account

may i request yu q wilson edging and teasing fem reader with aftercare(uty tbh) pls i am so normal about this guy💁‍♂️💁‍♂️💁‍♂️

Author's note: Bonjour Zali hru! One Yu Q Wilson smut coming (lmao) up!

Summary: Our famous hitman and hero loves you to death! And sometimes, during love making times, he doesn't want to stop.

Contains: NSFW content, hitman is edging, dom! Yu q Wilson, some aftercare, soft moments, might be ooc Mdni or dont I'm not ur mom

"Hello love," you greet softly as Wilson steps inside the house you two own together. You help him take his coat off and hang it on the coat rack. "How was your day?"

"Exhausting," he sighs, wrapping his arms around you as you embrace the hug, rocking back and forth slightly. "But all in a good day's work."

"I'm so proud of you," you mumble against his chest with a tight squeeze that makes Wilson grunt.

He laughs, kissing your forehead affectionately. "Thank you. You're the best, you know?"

You hum affirmatively. "Damn straight. And don't you ever forget it."

"Trust me, I won't," Wilson chuckles. He leans down and lays a light kiss on your bare shoulder and your skin burns at the contact. You aren't wearing anything except a pair of underwear and one of his big t-shirts that was quite literally a dress on you. "That shirt looks nice, whose is it?"

"You idiot," you snort, pinching his cheek and he yelps.

Wilson rubs his cheek with a pout. "That hurt."

"Good," you sing, skipping back to the kitchen to prepare him something to eat. "You deserved it."

You explore the cabinets with a hum, peeking in each and trying to figure out what to cook. You glance up at the top cabinets, climb onto the counter, and open them to skim over its contents.

A pair of hands squeeze your hips and you squeak in surprise. You turn your head to give your boyfriend a angry glare and Wilson just smiles up at you.

"Need help?" Wilson teases and you huff, returning your attention to the shelves.

He helps you down, his hands never leaving your hips. You roll your eyes, facing him and arching a brow at him. "What do you want?"

"You," Wilson says against your skin, trailing kisses up your neck. His kisses tickle you and you giggle, your hands lightly pushing against his chest.

"I was gonna make you dinner."

"Dinner can wait."

Wilson kisses you deeply, his hand holding the back of your neck gently. You kiss him back with just as much love, his lips molding against yours. Your arms find purchase around his neck, pulling him closer.

Wilson bunches the t-shirt in his hands, slowly raising the shirt up and over your hips. Picking you up carefully without ever pulling away, Wilson places you on the counter, standing in between your legs. You smile against his lips, one hand tussling his blond hair playfully.

"You really are hungry for something else, aren't you?" You whisper with a big smirk.

His cheeks burn pink, his eyes avoiding yours for a moment. "Shut..."

"Aww, what's wrong baby? Can't handle a little-?"

Wilson cuts you off with a hungry kiss, sliding his tongue in your mouth that effectively shuts you up all while shoving your panties aside and plunging his fingers into you. This rips a loud moan from you, which Wilson swallows with a soft growl.

His two digits piston in and out of you and you gasp, his mouth finding your neck to bite. You grip his shoulders hard, spreading your legs wider for easier access. His fingers curl just right, rubbing against that spongy spot inside you.

"W-Wilson," you whimper, noises spilling out of you as the knot inside your stomach tightens. Wilson chuckles, nipping your ear as he continues his harsh pace. "I'm gonna..."

"Gonna cum? already?" Wilson tuts, slowing down before stopping completely. You whine pathetically, grinding against his hand. "That won't do."

"Please," you plead as Wilson pins your hip down so you stop squirming. His fingers are still deep inside, unmoving.

"Just a little longer sweetheart," Wilson assures you, pulling his fingers out even though your walls squeezed around them, trying not let them go. Wilson brings his digits to his lips, tasting you with a groan. "Can't wait to taste you more... but later..."

Wilson's hand snakes up your shirt, brushing against the sensitive nub of your breast. You bite back a whimper as he traces it with a finger. With a pinch, he causes you to moan softly, the heat increasing even more. You feel so hot all over, and you wanted to find release, but your hitman wouldn't let you.

The shirt rolls up and Wilson pops the tit into his mouth and your hand immediately digs into his scalp, causing him to groan. His tongue swirls around the nub, sucking harshly and leaving bite marks around it as you press Wilson closer.

"You like that?" Wilson asks huskily, a small smirk on his lips.

"Wilson, j-just like that," you gasp, your head rolling back as the moand pour out your mouth. His other hand pinches and rubs the other breast and you feel yourself reaching that peak again.

But once more, Wilson moves away and you groan out of frustration.

"Shh, I'll get you there, just one..." His breaths ghost your skin, down your chest, down your stomach, over your scalding core. Sliding your panties down and gently putting your legs over his shoulders, tilting you back.

The second his mouth goes into contact with your heat you trap him in between your thighs. Wilson moans against you and the shudder takes over your body. He laps at your clit, the arousal and his own saliva combining to make such sinful sounds. Wilson pants like a starving animal, tongue sliding in and out of your wet hole with such speed, you begin to see stars.

"Yes yes!" You exclaim, canting your hips up to him. "Please please I want to cum so bad please-"

The knot unravels in a burst and all you see is white for a brief moment. You release all over his face and Wilson slurps it all up, letting you ride out your orgasm as you come down from heaven. He pulls away from your sex, cheeks still red and blue eyes observing your satisfied expression. Wilson licks his lips, wiping the mess on a napkin before taking you in his arms, and you notice a spot on his pants. You conclude that he too also released without him even being inside you. You smile softly, snuggling against his neck as Wilson carries you to the bedroom.

He lays you on the bed before disappearing into the bathroom. Wilson returns with a semi-wet towel, cleaning your legs up carefully and placing a small kiss on your thigh. You sit up, unbuckling his jeans and helped him clean up as well.

You lay back on the pillows and Wilson crawls on top of you, resting his head on your tummy, his arms holding you tight. You play with his hair in comfortable silence.

Wilson props his chin on your stomach, gazing up at you. "I love you."

"I love you too," you reply, smiling affectionately as you caress his cheek. Wilson goes back to burying his face in your belly and you laugh at the feeling.

What a sweetheart.

[kierancaz]

Hello mellon nìn, i have seen you are interested in writing for Legolas, sooooooooooooo if you are up to it of course, write something??

So here is my idea (this can be a headcanon if you want something short, but write how you want):

Reader is an elf (female reader pls) and she gets sick (wich is super rare for an elf) and Legolas gets super worried, and just stays with her and stuff. Just something fluff, you know.

Don't worry for mischaractherizing (idk if i wrote it correctly, lol) him.

That's all thank you!! You can ignore this, if you don't want to do it.💜

𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬

A/N: AHHHH THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING NEVER HAVE I GOTTEN OUT OF BED AND TO WORK SO FAST SJKDJJDJSJD but iyayah this was such a pain. I kept rewriting it to try and get it to my liking but I just couldn’t do it 😭 I HOPE YOU LIKE IT THO AND I HOPE ITS NOT TO CRINGE OR ANYTHING <3333

Warnings: possible spelling mistakes, not proof read (I wanted to get it out as soon as possible), and fluff (or as fluffy as I could make it), and I don’t know how elf housing works soooo if I got this wrong you’re gonna have to deal with it I’m sorry :’)

Synopsis: you fall ill and Legolas takes care of you.

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Legolas admired you greatly. He admired how hardworking and bold you where. How you never gave up and always completed the tasks set to you. How you had such a commanding presence that people just couldn’t help but be drawn to you. In fact, that’s what had drawn him to you in the first place.

Recently though he hadn’t been able to see you. Not only because he was busy but because you where busy as well. You where always running from one place to the next only stopping in the halls for a quick hello whenever he called out to you.

Coming back from patrol one day he was greeted at the gates by a elleth that he only vaguely recognized as one of the people in your charge. You where a captain of the guard, another thing he admired about you.

“My Prince,” the elleth bowed her head politely and Legolas returned the gesture. “(Y/n) is sick, she’s been taken to the infirmary and is asking for you.”

Legolas eyes widened in shock. Sick? You where sick? How long had it been since an elf was sick? Immediately it took off to the infirmary.

He was overcome with worry. What happened? How did you get sick? How sick where you? Elves didn’t often get sick and if they did they’re was usually an on hand cure and everything was solved in a couple days so why where you asking for him? Was it really that bad that you would call for him? For a moment he wondered if you where calling for him because you where on your deathbed or something before he realized how preposterous that was.

He reached the infirmary in no time and upon entering he was more then a little stumped by what he saw. There was you, sitting on the edge of the infirmary bed looking both unwell and very upset. And then there was another elf standing before you, clearly annoyed and pinching the bridge of his nose.

You spotted him at once and grinned, “Legolas!” You said and waved him over. “You have to tell Belanor that I am perfectly fine. He won’t listen to me!”

“You don’t look ever well to me.” Legolas said as he helped bring you back to balance after you stood up. You were holding onto his shoulder tightly and swaying a bit.

“That’s because she’s not well,” Belanor interrupted. “She’s got a fever. Nothing to horrible but it’ll take a few days before she’s back to normal health and… well it might get worse before it gets better.”

“I’ll be fine! There’s absolutely nothing wrong.” You said and pushed yourself off of Legolas, as you did so you where overcome by a dizzy spell and fell back onto the bed.

“Now, since you are clearly not fine, you could either stay here in the infirmary for a few days while I watch over you. Or you could go back to your own home and have someone else take care of you. I don’t trust you to take care of yourself but I’d rather not have to deal with you any longer. Make your choice quickly please.” Belanor said and crossed his arms.

You looked up from where you had your head in your hands and glared at Belanor. You opened your mouth to make a comment about what he could possibly be busy with that he needs you to make a quick decision about this but before you could Legolas spoke up.

“I can take care of her.” He said it so casually it took both you and Belanor by surprise. Again before you could say anything you where cut off.

“Ok then,” Belanor said in a still slightly surprised tone. “Try and get her to actually rest, if the fever rises anymore put a cold rag on her head. Make sure she takes this at least twice a day,” Belanor handed him a jar. “And don’t get surprised if she gets a bit delirious or throws up. Have fun.”

He walked out of the infirmary immediately after leaving you and Legolas to blink silently at each other. “So,” Legolas began. “How did you even end up here?”

You felt heat rising in your cheeks and looked away from him. “Passed out…” you mumbled. “It wasn’t too bad, I feel better now.”

You where, in fact, lying. To save face. You didn’t want him to see you as anything other then strong and independent. You didn’t need anyone caring for you and you certainly weren’t weak enough to get sick. Though, you’ve never felt so horrible.

Your nose was stuffed up and you couldn’t breath properly, your throat was sore and swallowing hurt, and your head felt all fuzzy. A couple times you thought your vision was beginning to blur as well. It had been like that for a couple days before finally you collapsed while out on patrol and one of your friends had to carry you all the way here before you finally woke up.

Suddenly there was a hand to your forehead. You brought your eyes back to Legolas who was now standing in front of you, eyes narrowed in concentration and maybe even concern with the back of his hand resting on your forehead. “Um, what are you doing, my Prince?” You questioned.

“I think it’s a human thing.” He said and moved his hand to cup your cheek. “I’ve seen Aragorn do it to others. To check if they were sick.”

You couldn’t help but lean into his touch. Maybe you where already going delirious like Belanor said, but his hand felt so warm and soft, despite the callouses on his fingers. He brushed a strand of loose hair behind your ear.

Before you knew it you were sept off the bed. It made you a little dizzy but you couldn’t do anything but stammer and pray to the gods Legolas didn’t here or feel the pounding of your heard. “Uh, what are you doing? Where are you going?” You asked quickly.

“I’m taking you back to your house.” Legolas said simply, like this was no big deal.

“I can walk on my own you know!” You protested, wiggling around a bit. “And what if someone sees us Legolas? It would be such a pain if rumors started flying around. People can be so nosy.”

Legolas chuckled, “just a few minutes ago you were struggling to stand on your own. And so what if someone sees us? Let the rumors fly, they dare not ask me about them.”

“But they will ask me.” You protested.

“There is no need to worry mellon nìn,” Legolas said, his voice ever so light and calming. “Relax for now and let me carry you home. Just this once.”

You weren’t really in the position to argue. He was right after all. So you just hummed grumpily and rested your head against his chest.

Soon enough you had fallen asleep. Legolas hoped the sound of his heart thundering in his chest wouldn’t wake you. While he was concerned about you, he couldn’t help but think about how cute you looked.

Eventually he had reached your house. He was comfortable enough to walk in on his own and set you down on your bed. He had been to your home on more then one occasion so he was familiar with the layout.

He grabbed a bowl and filled it with water along with a towel and brought it back to where you were still sleeping. He felt your forehead again before placing a cool towel there. You opened your eyes and looked at him.

“This is completely unnecessary.” You said and then coughed.

“Mhm,” was all Legolas said and nodded.

“I mean it.” You repeated. “I don’t need looking after.”

“I believe you.” He was smiling now and all you could do was glare and pout at him. There was a long stretch of silence before you turned over.

“Feel free to leave whenever you want.” You said, and it came out rather aggressively. You couldn’t see it, but Legolas eyebrows scrunched up and the hurt he felt from your comment clear on his face.

“Ah, um, alright then, I’ll get going.” He got up and walked to your door, stoping in the doorframe. “I’ll come back tomorrow morning, don’t do anything stupid mellon nìn.”

You hummed in acknowledgment and listened as he left your home. You don’t know how much time had passed before you fell asleep that night.

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The next morning Legolas did as he said and made his way early over to your home. He knocked twice, waited, knocked again, and when you didn’t answer he decided to let himself in.

“(Y/n)?” He called out when he entered, but he got no response.

“(Y/n) are you here? Is everything alright?” He asked as he walked through your home before checking your bedroom.

You where having a troubled sleep. Your covers kicked all over the place, brows furrowed in distress, pale as ghost with a sheen of sweat on your forehead. Immediately he went and got a bowl and filled it with cold water and after damping a rag he placed it on your forehead. You stirred slightly at his gentle touch.

“Legolas?” You asked softly, bleary eyes beginning to open. His heart beat a little faster as he brushed away some hairs that where sticking to your cheek.

“It’s me,” he said and took the bottle of medicine that Belanor had given to him from your night stand. You groaned as he lifted your head from your pillow and tipped the medicine into your mouth. You wouldn’t drink it. He sighed, stubborn as always.

“It’ll help you feel better.” He said bringing it closer to your mouth.

“It smells gross.” You mumbled, opening your mouth just enough so he could force you to take it.

After that you fell back asleep. He stayed for a few hours, watching you go in and out of sleep, tossing and turning. Every once in a while he would have you take more medicine and replace the cloth resting on your forehead.

Eventually, you where able to form a coherent thought, and the first thing you said (that wasn’t unintelligible mumbling) was, “what’re are you still going here?”

“Ah- well, I was looking after you.” Legolas said. He didn’t understand why you felt the need to always dismiss him when he tried to care for you. There was a time when you could hardly walk due to a wound on your leg and you still refused to let him carry you. He stood up from chair, “but if you wish me to leave then I shall go—”

His sentence was cut off when as he turned away and a hand clasped his wrist. “Stay…” you said looking him dead in the eyes, barely audible, but the clarity in your eyes… “I want you to stay.”

“Alright then…” Legolas said tentatively as he sat on the edge of your bed. You didn’t let go of his hand and instead, ran your thumb thumb soothingly across his knuckles. There was a long stretch of silence where all you did was that and stare at his and your hands resting on his thigh.

“I’m sorry about what I said yesterday.” You spoke finally. “I didn’t mean it to come out that way.”

“It’s alright,” he said quietly.

“I just don’t want you to see me as weak.” Now this, this surprised him.

“Mellon nìn, how could I ever view you as weak?” He started and grasped you hand with both of his and brought it to his chest, leaning forward like he needed you to see him, to look him in the eye and really listen to him.

“Mellon nìn you are the strongest person I know! You are beautiful and talented and so incredibly strong, how could I ever view you as weak? Where on Arda could you even get this notion?”

You just blinked at him. “You think I’m beautiful?”

“Eh—” his face, plastered with a look of shock, began to flush red. After recovering he pulled away and looked off to the side, trying to conceal his rising blush. “Well I mean, you are.”

You stifled a laugh and he looked back to you, “Legolas, would you like to lay down?”

“Would you like to lay down?” You repeated slowly.

“Mellon nìn I could not—”

You laughed, “you say that and then continue to call me mellon nìn?”

“Ah, well…”

“Legolas, lay down next to me… please?” There was a small smile on your face. Legolas sighed and gave in, placing himself next to you on the bed. Immediately you rested your head on his chest and slung your arm around his waist. Gingerly, he placed his arm around your shoulders and tugged you a bit closer.

“Are you sure you haven’t gone delusional?” He asked.

You hummed contently and yawned, “I might be.”

“If I can’t call you mellon nìn anymore… what shall I call you?” He asked.

“There’s an assortment of endearing nicknames out there,” you mumbled. “Take your pick by the time I wake up.”

Not even moments later you had fallen into a comfortable sleep in his arms. He stared down at you studying your face and using his free hand to twirl stands of your hair and brush them away from your face.

“I believer there’s only one name for me to call you now,” he whispered. “Meleth nìn.”

[football-and-fanfics]

Advice - Trent Alexander-Arnold

Who: Trent Alexander-Arnold, Jordan Henderson Request: Trent asking Hendo for advice bc he’s thinking about proposing his gf. Like asking how do you know she’s the one and stuff. Strong big bro, little brother vibes. Requested by: anonymous Warnings: none

Trent had been thinking about proposing to you for a while now. He was convinced he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, but with that, so came the doubts. Did you want to spend the rest of your life with him? You had once mentioned that it was a dream of yours to be married one day, but you and Trent had never spoken into any further detail about it.

Trent thought long and hard on it, but finally decided to confide in the one person he trusted most on matters like these: Jordan.

"Hendo?" Trent gathered up the courage after today's training. "C--can I have a word? In private?" Jordan nodded, before taking Trent apart from the rest of the team still out on the training pitch. "Are you okay?" "Yes," Trent answered, "but... I need some advice." The worried frown on Jordan's brow loosened. "Anytime."

Trent hesitated, silently searching for the words that would do justice to what he felt. Jordan didn't pressure him in any way, and patiently waited for Trent to talk.

"I..." Trent nervously fidgeted his hands together. "I want to propose to my girlfriend, but I am at a complete loss on how to handle this." A soft smile played on Jordan's lips. "That's perfectly normal." He rested a hand on Trent's shoulder. "It's not just any decision you're making, so I would actually be rather surprised if you had everything figured out immediately."

Trent took a shaky breath. It was a relief to hear that what he was feeling was perfectly normal. "So what do I do?" He looked helplessly up at Jordan. "How can I be sure she feels the same way about me?" "Has she given you any reasons to doubt?" Jordan asked. Trent determinedly shook his head. "No, never. I'm very sure I want to do this. I mean, I've had the ring for weeks already." "Than don't worry," Jordan reassured, "trust your gut. And if you ask me: there's no chance in hell she'll say no." "You really think that?" Trent mumbled. "Yes," Jordan winked, "because I know true love when I see it."

Trent felt a weight lift off his shoulders. With Jordan's reassurances, he suddenly felt like he could fight the whole world.

"I'm going to do it." A broad, intensely happy smile broke over Trent's face. "I'm actually going to ask her to marry me! We're going out for dinner tonight, and I'm-- I'm going to pop the question."

Jordan chuckled at the happiness radiating off of Trent. "Good luck, mate. And I'll see you tomorrow as an engaged man."

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[blindmagdalena]

Did you or do you ever struggle writing character x reader fanfiction? I read it quite a lot but I just can't get used to writing in that format. I'm writing an OC x Homelander story, though.

I had never created an OC before, but I am certainly more comfortable writing a character that has a name, face and backstory of their own than using a generic reader. Particularly when I'm writing about the character's past and other individual characteristics, addressing the reader as you seems so weird to me. It makes me feel like I can't give in to specifics because it breaks the illusion.

Also, I've enjoyed the act of creating an OC. Giving them a name, a story, motivations, designing their psychology, etc.

However, I find it discouraging to see that OC x HL stories are nowhere near as popular as HL x Reader and I worry that I may not find an audience. When I post anything in ao3 it gets like two likes and in tumblr I'm just ignored completely 😢

Could you please give me some advice pls?

oh my darling! i hear you. the disparity in interest between x oc content vs x reader content is undeniable, but it's also inevitable. all the reasons you describe struggling with reader perspective fics is why it's so popular: the lack of detail allows the reader to adopt a nebulous perspective, whether they see their own oc in that situation or their literal selves. it doesn't require them to get to know or become invested in your creation, it allows them to indulge in what feels like their own.

i don't think readers get enough credit for their suspension of disbelief and the mental work they put into filling in the blanks that authors leave. similarly, it's absolutely difficult to tell a compelling story while leaving what is often the perspective character a near blank slate. that said! the fics i get the most feedback on are where the reader does have a stronger personality. people love banter, and even if the reader's voice doesn't always feel like something they would actually say, it always produces much more engaging interactions.

i've definitely had my struggle with this in the past, but i'm still learning. the series i'm working on right now, Guilty Pleasures, features a reader with quite a lot of personality, and i've established things about her that i wouldn't normally go into such detail, and the response to it has been great! your reader perspective SHOULD still feel like a character with thoughts, motivations and feelings. otherwise, the story is going to fall a little flat.

if it's easier for you to write the reader perspective as if they're your oc, you should do that. there's a delicate balance between too much and too little information when it comes to reader fic. sometimes taking liberties really works, and i think you'd be surprised how well readers can stretch that illusion. reader perspective should resonate, but not be so overpowering that the actual person reading doesn't like them.

but you absolutely do not need to force yourself to write a particular style of story if it's not something you actually enjoy. i also write and enjoy oc fic! i honestly think my oc fic Eat Your Ego is some of my very best work. unfortunately, it's rare that any of those chapters ever break close to 100 notes, whereas even little reader drabbles will see 2-3x those numbers, sometimes more.

but i write it because i love it, and it's the story i want to tell. that's what matters! and because of my dedication to the story, people have been kind enough to trust me with their time and investment. oc fic will never have the same broad appeal that reader fic does, but that doesn't make it less valuable. you just have to invest more in promoting yourself and convincing people that your story has something to offer them.

my best advice is just don't give up! i'm horribly erratic when it comes to the creative projects i work on, but i've been writing Eat Your Ego for over a year and it has gathered a lovely little following. feedback on that fic means SO much to me. even though there's less of it, the joy it brings me is immeasurable because that fic is special to me. don't give up on your story! it deserves to be told. 🖤

[msanimedolphin]

~Back In The Game~

~Chapter Twenty-Six~

-Series Masterlist-

What happens when a girl who loves volleyball joins a boys' volleyball club? Does she find love? Will she relive her past or move forward? Join (L/N) (Y/N) on a journey with fun twists and turns.

I don't own Haikyuu or any of the characters.

-Last Time-

“Hinata, you little squirt! Don’t butt in like that!! You totally ruined my chance to say something cool!!!” You giggle at them. The whistle is blown indicating the start of the next rally.

The Municipal Team serves and Ennoshita receives the ball. He calls for cover from Kageyama while Ukai thinks about how everybody needs to work on bumps and passing. Kageyama runs to get into position to set along with Hinata coming to his spot.

‘Hm. He figured out quickly where the ball would be coming down. First step is confident and correct.’ Ukai thinks about Kageyama. ‘This setter’s supposed to be a rookie, right? So. Who’s he going to use…’ Ukai’s thought is answered as he sees Hinata jump.

Ukai, Takinoue, Shimada, Ashai, and Noya stare at Hinata. They are shocked by how fast and high he can jump. Hinata hits the ball and earns his team a point.

“Yeah!! Nice one, Hinata! Kageyama!” Tanaka praises.

Noya, Asahi, and Ukai are left with their mouths agape. Suga is looking at Asahi and Noya expectantly, while Takeda is looking at Ukai the same way. You have a look of pride as you see their reactions.

“Whoa!! Shoyo, that was awesome!! So awesome even I couldn't help but stop and stare!” Noya praises excitedly as the first-year blushes.

‘There were no hand signs. No verbal cues. And they still…?!’ Ukai thinks before speaking. “Hey, you!!” He yells causing Hinata to flinch and he and Kageyama to look at the coach. “Why did you jump where you did?! How did you know?! Short Stuff!”

“Short…?” Hinata begins. “Well… I just jump wherever I want, because the ball always comes wherever I am. Coach.”

‘...!! My eyes don’t wanna believe it, but I know I saw it. When Short Stuff jumped, his eyes were closed. Are you telling me that rookie setter was able to match his set to his movements that perfectly?!’ Ukai is shocked. ‘And how can he be so completely sure the ball is always going to be there? What normal player can trust so much that he’ll jump and swing totally blind?’

“YOU TWO FREAKS OR SOMETHIN’?!” Ukai yells at Hinata and Kageyama.

“Freaks…?” They respond simultaneously. Tsukishima chuckles.

“Why?” Hinata asks.

“Don’t ask me.” Kageyama replies.

“At first I didn’t get what that whole conversation right before the game was about…” Ukai begins, getting you and Takeda’s attention. “But…I think I see now. So that rookie setter’s likely a prodigy of some sort. Compared to a player like him…the normal slobs have to feel inferior. But… A set and a spike happen in less time than a single breath.” He continues as the game resumes. “Players need a whole lot of hours working together to get that kind of timing down. Faith like that isn’t something you can build in a day. So if we say what our rookie setter has is overwhelming talent… then what his senior there has is years of trust and stability.” He observes each of the players before beginning again. “This Karasuno team is pretty dang good!” 

‘Took you long enough.’ You think with a chuckle.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner, sensei?” Ukai asks Takeda with a pat on the back, while you roll your eyes.

“I did. Multiple times.”

The game continues with Ukai’s attention refocusing on Hinata.

“Who woulda thought short stuff would be a middle blocker just from looking? He’s got a mean quick attack… but how’s his blocking?” Hinata is standing by the net getting ready to block. Asahi is standing across from him and notices his intense stare. This makes Ashai avert his gaze. 

“Oh, come to think of it, this game is Hinata’s first chance to play against the ace position that he’s idolized so much.” Takeda points out.

“Hm?”

“Well, you see, Hinata’s idol is a player called “The Little Giant.” He was someone who played during Karasuno’s golden age. That’s why he chose to attend Karasuno, too. He is always giving his best, saying that someday he’s going to be an ace too. And now in this game, Hinata gets to face off with Karasuno’s current reigning Ace!”

“Now isn’t that neat. Though from this angle, it looks a lot like a grown man playing an elementary kid.” Ukai replies. This makes you slightly laugh as you look at the two. You see Suga uses a hand signal for Asahi. ‘Probably telling him the kind of set he’s going to use.’ You think.

Hinata looks at Asahi with such concentration that it’s a bit scary. Karasuno serves and Noya receives it, passing it to Suga. Suga sets it to Ashai. ‘A shoot.’ You think. Asahi jumps and gets ready to spike but is surprised when he sees Hinata in front of him in the air, ready to block.

‘He popped up out of nowhere!!’ Asahi thinks.

Asahi spikes the ball and it hits Hinata’s hand with great force. The ball ricotes off of Hinata’s hand and goes behind him. Daichi and Tsukishima run to save the ball from hitting the ground but neither make it in time. The ball hits the floor earning a point for the Municipal Team. Asahi watches as Daichi talks to Hinata.

“...I knew he could jump, but it’s really shocking to see him pop up right in front of my face like that. How high can he go?” Asahi says to himself.

“That was awesome!” Hinata says looking at his red and stinging hands. “And he hasn’t played for a month!” You smile fondly at the first year.

“Yo, Hinata!” Kageyama begins. “You’re using your hands wrong when you block! If you’re trying to stop them, your hands go like this!” He demonstrates. “See? Like this!” Hinata doesn’t pay attention to Kageyama because he’s too focused on watching Asahi. “Are you even listening to me, boke?!” Since Hinata still wasn’t paying attention, Kageyama started squeezing his head. ‘At least Kageyama tried helping him…’ You think.

“Kageyama, you’re going to hurt him…” You say worryingly. Kageyama stops squeezing Hinata’s head and just stares at him.

“Hey…” Kageyama begins but is interrupted by Hinata.

“Man, the Ace is awesome!! He can hit the ball so hard it doesn’t matter if there’s a block! It’s still gonna smash through and score a point!”

“...”

“? What?”

“Nothing.” Kageyama says walking away.

“?”

“We’re running out of time, so let’s dive right into the second set, everyone.” Daichi says. The game continues. Hinata starts staring at Asahi and gets lost in his thoughts.

‘...If I was as tall and strong as he is…then I could…Whoa whoa whoa!’ Hinata starts shaking his head. ‘Don’t think about that. The Little Giant was awesome and short too! Though he was taller than me. Still…’

“Asahi!!” Someone calls out for Asahi to spike.

‘That’s so cool…’

“?! Hinata!!” You and Daichi call out at the same time.

“Huh?” Hinata snaps out of it and sees the ball flying toward him. Before he could react, the ball hit him straight in the face, causing him to fly backward.

“?! That idiot!!” Kageyama yells.

“AAAA” Asahi yells, frightened.

“GAAAH!!” Tanka yells worriedly.

“HINATA!!!” You scream, quickly running over to him.

~To Be Continued~

[spacexseven]

omg i REMEMBER that line from when I read the day I picked up dazai! very good LN I liked it a lot. maybe that line made me subconsciously start thinking about eelzai lol.

I've been meaning to bug u more about yanderes As Is My Brand but I have SO MANY ideas banging around in my cavernous skull that I end up not being able to pick one and just rambling like a lunatic in my notes app. I will share a little bit about sea monster dazai since he was brought up, though: I've been considering two big things. 1) I remember a while ago reading that there is a belief that a mermaids kiss can allow you to breathe underwater, if dazai happens to learn about THAT little tidbit of information you KNOW hes gonna run away with it! or, swim away with it, rather. he has to test this new theory right away! come on, get in! he has ZERO ulterior motives for insisting you let him kiss you its JUST an experiment come on please? Please? or if we're going with the storyline where ur mad at him for such a frivolous reason as he attacked and tried to eat you (it was only gonna be a BITE! see, not so bad! its was all a misunderstanding pls come back...) it could be a little stunt on his end to get you to trust him again, etc. hed be a bit frustrated if the effect was only temporary, as this puts a wrench in his plan to take you down to his cave and keep you there forever, but the silver lining is now he can demand kisses from you every few hours and have an excuse as to why. 2) in most depictions of sea monsters I've seen, even ones that are mostly humanoid, theyre rather large! like, almost completely dwarfing pirate ships level large! can probably pick a human up with one hand large! there's even a scene in the little mermaid where Ursula gets that big, so do you think dazai would be able to do that? maybe he sticks to a manageable- but still rather Long thanks to the tail- size usually out of laziness and a desire to stick near the shallow shores (cuz he likes the food better, not cuz thats where his little darling lives. just a coincidence.) where there's less room for him to get to his full size. but once he's in the open ocean? ohhh boy.... maybe try to avoid going put too far on any boats, darling, lest dazai decides to start showing off.

- 🩹

finally answering this oh my god i am so sorry again for the delay 100/10 would read ur notes app rambles you have so much fun thoughts it's insane

cw: yandere character, obsessive behavior, non-con kissing, descriptions of sea monster! dazai (including him being unnaturally large, eel-like body, sharp teeth, etc), manipualtive behavior

please don't proceed if any of the warnings make you uncomfortable!!

i do hc eelzai (cute name btw) as being Huge. he can sort of 'elongate' his body when he needs it, but usually sticks to a length of around 10 feet. thing is, when he's underwater and darling is on the surface, they can't tell how big he actually is. relative to regular people, dazai does have larger hands, but it isn't to an alarming extent. it's pretty normal for something not-human to be bigger than an ordinary human, after all. i'd think it's easier to navigate this way, 'cos dragging around a long body isn't the most efficient way of getting around. there's no doubt in my mind he can definitely go bigger. pirate ship big? possibly, but he hasn't really tried to see how much he can grow. it's too much trouble, too easy for some pesky human to spot him. if darling wanted to see, though, he would entertain them without a thought.

THE KISS THING that's so cute actually but not so much in this context. eelzai hears about this from chuuya (aka the most reliable source of information in the seas) and immediately decides it is the perfect solution for all his problems. now he has an excuse to kiss darling all the time, and can keep them with him underwater where their annoying human companions won't bother them. in the 'darling is mad because dazai is insane and tries to attack them' timeline, dazai lures darling in with the promise of breathing underwater despite not knowing if the kiss theory holds any water. what if mermaids were referring to sirens, like chuuya, and not monsters like him? of course he doesn't tell darling this, opting to just lie through his teeth about how they can finally see all the pretty things under the sea up close. what did they mean, asking if he was telling the truth? does he look like a liar? would he risk darling's safety over a rumour? he's almost offended by their lack of trust in him.

fortunately for him, it does work. unfortunately for darling, it has a pretty short duration period. this means if they want to stay longer, they have to kiss him more. dazai thinks it's an amazing deal, of course. but if this happens to a darling who isn't very well acquainted with dazai yet, it's just terrifying to be dragged underwater and sloppily kissed and later dragged down deep by a large monster with too-sharp teeth and a dangerous look in his eyes.

[alostlovergirl]

Bucky’s Breeder: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: you never wanted this life.

Warnings: non-con, kidnapping, breeding, implied forced pregnancy, slight manipulation, tied up.

You missed your family. You missed the way your mother would yell at you as you steal a piece of chocolate from the cookie batter. Or the way you and your younger brother would play fight about the most random things. The way your dad would hug you tightly when you came home from college. You missed everything, evening the 8 am classes almost every day. You will never get to experience that ever again as you laid on the hard concrete floor with limited water and food. Your freedom was completely taken away from trusting a classmate.

He seemed like a normal blonde, golden retrieve boy. Sweet and slightly intimidating with his deep voice, and tall stature. When he approached you, he was asking for help with some homework, you being the smartest in the school. Of course you agreed, your kindness getting the best of you. You went to meet him at 9 pm in the school library. This was stupid of you, but he said he had football practice and you believed him.

You stood there and waiting for him. And waited. You waited for 2 hours, thinking that he had forgotten. So, you turn to go back home and there he was, all clad in black and knocking you out. When you had woken, you were stripped naked and tied up on a table in front of a bunch of people, all clad in black clothing. Like any normal person, you freak out. You kick and let out muffled screams as these people were poking at you.

" are you sure she will be able to handle him, Steve? She seems kinda small." A man with a neat goatee spoke to the blonde, golden retriever who kidnapped you. You felt betrayed for some reason cause you barely knew the guy, but why did he kidnap you? The blonde, named Steve chuckle a low amused chuckle, staring at goatee guy.

"Tony, I promise she can handle him, unlike the last girl." he smirked, slapping his hand on your thigh. The searing pain made you kick him. He didn't react, but you saw the slight flinch. " we just gotta make sure she is fertile enough."

Fertile!? Why do you need to be fertile for whatever sick game they had planned? Tony just sighed and nodded. " Let’s hope your buddy enjoys his present. " next thing you know, you are lifted on Steve's shoulders and now you are here, awaiting your fate.

What was gonna happen to you? Who's present were you? Could you escape?

Your mind was racing, hearing people walking by your prison. Steve told you to behave for him because yup wouldn't like when he gets pissed off. You were terrified for your safety. The door opens, making you tense up in fear. A man with short hair and a bow resting on his back walked towards your naked body. " He’s ready for you." was the only words he spoke before picking you up, throwing you over his shoulder. You started to breathe heavily, already feeling the fear settling in. Your stomach was tossing and turning,unconsciously begging. He squeezes you and looked at you.

"Why are you begging me? Should be begging the person who is about to get you." he seemed amused with this whole situation. That you were begging him for mercy, making him smile with his own sick pleasure. He couldn't do anything to you, but he could listen to your sweet sweet voice plead with him. He placed you in front off a secure room door. He presses in the code and the door slid open with the sound of screeching metal. He pushes you in and the door closes, quickly.

Disorientated by the bright lights, you stumble to the ground. You whimper as a dark form goes over your naked body. You look up at the figure and see a man with long, silky brown hair. He had dark circles under his eyes and his gaze was icy as he looked over your trembling body. You pop up, moving away from him, but he just stalks forward, eyes raking over your body with a disgusting glaze. He backs you up into the wall, face halfway covered with a mask. He stands over you, humming a old war song. His hands are placed upon your hips and leans into your shaking figure. He gets real close to your ear.

"I suggest you don't struggle, bunny..." he whispers, voice deep and threatening. He laughs, softly when tears come running down like a waterfall. " Do you know what you are to me, bunny?" he pulls you off the wall, letting you crash into his warm body. He tilts your head up, smiling at you. You shake your head, trying to pull away. He grabs your biceps and squeezes them, holding you close to his hard chest. " Oh... Bunny..." he teases you, squishing your cheeks.

"You are my breeder, bunny. I am gonna break your pretty ass. " his voice lowers, grabbing your hips before scooping you up, tossing you on the bed in the middle of the bright room. You yelp and immediately try to crawl away from him. He grabs your ankles, dragging you to the foot of the bed. Tears started to flow down your cheeks and he " tsks", wiping the tears away from your eyes. " You are too pretty to cry, dear...." he spoke, softly in an attempts to calm you down, but it only makes you more scared and tense about everything. He pushes your legs apart, pressing his groin against your warm cunt. You were scratching at his arms as he held your face, watching as you search the room, looking for the way out. Bucky leans down, licking his lips with the underside of his tongue before kissing you, deeply. Sweetness filled your senses immediately, as he forces his tongue pass your lips. Your mouth hangs open as the sweetness started to burn your lips and cheeks, it was hurting bad.

Saliva was filling your mouth and tears were pooling in your eyes as your pussy started to wetten. Unconsciously, you started to grind against his crotch and he laughs to himself. " Horny? " he asked in a teasing voice. He knew what he was doing. Steve had warned him that she was a fighter and gave him a pouch of powder. It was sex pollen, a stronger version. The powder made the person docile and horny, making it easier to fuck them. He made to kiss you for a long time, letting the powder seep into your saliva and bloodstream. He pulls away with his lips coated in a thin coat of saliva. He presses his warm lips against your neck, as you drool. You were completely outta of it, your mind racing. You were only thinking about having your cunt filled up.

Bucky grinded against you, making marks all over your neck. His warmth covered you completely, making you feel hot all over. His hands travel down your shivering body, thick fingers dancing all over your stomach and inner thighs. He hums to himself, pressing his fingers on your cunt, feeling the slick wetness. You whimper, trying to fight off the sex pollen, but to no avail. You couldn't fight off the want of the man who was trying to take you by force. You squirm and he just held you down, shushing you. Unzipping sounds scare the hell out of you and his cock slaps against your warmth.

He gets off of you, smirking. " Face down, ass up." was all he said, your body moving by itself without consent. Your airways were almost cut off when he pushes your head into the pillow. He runs his thick head between the folds of your warmth and gently fills you all the way up. Pleasure comes spilling out of your lucious lips, enjoying the feeling of being filled up. He holds your hips, letting you lift your head and breathe. He pulls you back with every thrust, loving the moans coming out of you glossy lips.

"I am gonna make you nice and round with my children. You are my breeder. Bucky’s breeder..." he purrs, pulling your hair. He wraps a make shift ponytail around his knuckles and holds you against his chest. He whispers disgusting things in your ear as he fucks your pretty pussy silly. His metallic hand wraps around your throat. He cuts off your airways making you grab his sleeves. You scream louder the harder he fucks.

Your body shakes as tears flow down your cheeks. You were all his and you never had a choice in this fated life. You were Bucky’s breeder whether you liked lt or not.

🖤

Note: Just a little Drabble, keeping me from going bored at school.

[ssreeder]

THIS IS GOING TO BE AN INTERESTING READ SREEDIE BC IVE GOT VAVAVOOM BY NICKI MINAJ STUCK IN MY HEAD RN

hey handsome ;)

I’m back bc you can’t get rid of me ever <3

katara is so real for finding comfort in arbitrary routine. like I’m not following the politeness rules for YOU I’m following the politeness rules for ME so that I feel better >:(

ALSO what I think is really important to remember and usually gets lots in fanon, the fact that zuko like.. literally IS the face of the fire nation in the war for katara. like she has nobody else to project on OF COURSE it’s going to be fucking Rough to overcome her hatred for zuko when he’s literally synonymous with genocide for her. unless there’s somebody else she can realistically focus on (ie. the fire lord is too abstract a concept for her rn), it’s never really gonna get better AND YOU CANT BLAME HER bc how else are you meant to process fear and anger if you have nowhere to direct it (does this line of thinking mean I need therapy sreedie?? answer honestly)

OHOHO look at that sreedie. I’ve gone an anticipated katara’s own musings. I’m so psychic today.

also really depressing that zuko actually does canonically look like his father so like… katara isn’t exactly Wrong to imagine his face

aaaaaand he’s back to normal with the monosyllabic responses !! and anger !! he’s healing so well.

trust zuko to argue about the semantics of life saving lmfao

CRYING WHEN ANGRY IS SO FUCKING ANNOYING I FEEL YOU SO HARD KATARA

not katara accidentally predicting the zukka relationship out of anger T-T

NOT THE “I will be back” NOTE ZUKO PLS

SLAY AANG ILY AANG YOURE THE BEST ZUKKA WINGMAN EVER

ughhh FUCK OFF IROH just say you’re homophobic jfc

YES JEE I’m always in the I Love Jee camp so this is nothing new BUT YES CRITIQUE IROHS HANDLING OF ZUKO

jee is TOTALLY a literature nerd with all the analysis of implications of zukos outfit that he’s doing and I am so here for it

HAIR RUFFLES WIDNWLDNQPXBWFORN THE HAIR FRHDKWE AODKW I am completely calm and reasonable about this.

sokka is like “I’m so good at being subtle about being in love with zuko :D” and zuko is like WE JUST FUCKED IN FRONT OF EVERYBODY MAYDAYMAYDAY

LMAO jee is like FINALLY some drama to become invested in

I LOVE CULTURAL CUSTOMS AHHHHHH I’m such a goddamn nerd ohmygod

YAYYYY TOPH I love toph she’s a ride or die fr

nooooo now I’m emotional about jee. the whole being fire nation first and human being second is a really nice touch though, in terms of world building and reasoning behind why fire nation citizens are so committed to the war effort despite their own suffering bc of it

wait wait maybe I’m going insane rn but WAIT a moment please… so this is what I’m working with: when zukka got separated, sokka became like Both of them?? like they didn’t have each other to balance themselves out, so sokka adopted zukos personality (without the zuko skill set Unfortunately) and conversely, zuko like… Had Neither personality bc he was fucking Dying so he had other priorities. and now both of them are out of whack bc their personality divisions are fucked

OMG RASU telling sokka he groped zuko in front of everyone T-T he’s doing the lord’s work

ohohohoboho rasu knowssssss ʰᵉʰᵉʰᵉʰᵉʰᵉ

THESE BITCHES ARE ENGAGED OMG

DADKODA AND CHANGGGGGGG oh I’m so happy rn. I’m genuinely going to squeal when chang and zuko reunite AND FUCK IROH HE CAN GET FUCKED JEE GET A BETTER LEADER TO DEDICATE YOURSELF TO

anyways :D

I’m expecting zuko and chang to have the most magical long awaited airport reunion imaginable, and if these two bitches DONT hug I’m going to cut all your electrical wires and clog your toilets

KISSES XXXXXX

I have accepted I’ll never be rid of you, so I’ve stopped trying. <3

Haha, I think we could ALL use some therapy lol <3 but as for Katara I think she is allowed to be upset and dramatic because she is 15 and tired. So stop being an asshole Zuko.

I think both Zuko & Katara left that interaction feeling less than satisfied.

I love writing Jee as the man who notices shit. Haha. Why is his collar so high? IDK JEE WHAT DO YOU THINK?!

fucking love Jee

I’m a sucker for details, and unfortunately I can’t always get them all out into the writing but I wasn’t going to CUT (hahahaha GET IT??) the hair lore mwahaha.

Dude Chang and Zuko reunion is long over due but also I might be a dick and just bomb everything before Chang gets close

Why not right?

KISSSSSSESSSSS XOXOXO

[missmeinyourbones]

kin assign your moots :)

ok this has been sitting in my drafts for so long and kin is too hard so i decided to ship my mutuals... so basically i am not answering ur question but alas here we are

also i have a lot of mutuals so i think im just gonna do a few rn... maybe the ones i interact w the most or who i see the most on my dash ???? idk i also haven't talked to some of my mutuals bc im a dumb scared baby so if you are not on this list please do not crucify me i love u and if anyone wants a ship/more of these pls ask me i swear i can be normal

@crysugu - why do i wanna say... d-d-deku.... I DONT KNOW something about him is making a lot of sense with you! two lil sweethearts who are so so selflessly kind but ik u guys are Freaks when it comes to one another....

@soumies - i know megumi is such a safe answer but its so real... like so real i cant even think of another name to put down here. my two sweet little babies !!! :3 ;P you match one another energies so well... i trust him in ur hands (and more importantly, i trust u in his)

@alert-arlert - porco LMFAO its always gonna be porco with you ryn! i want you to walk him like a dog so fucking badly. he is so annoying and you are so powerful i just KNOW you have the ability to tame him. close second is hange tho for similar but less intense reasons

@ghostbeam - again there is no answer that is not dabi... but weirdly... i see you with dabi more than touya ??? idk something about the dabi-eqsue yearning closed barriers angsty dark love that shouldn't work but it does fits you guys so well. an icon in the dabi universe is what you are

@demxnscous - im fearful that im saying osamu. and im saying this because the way u write him is so RAW that you cant not be soulmates. i swear you could turn anyone on to him and THAT right there is such a power to wield.... the power of ur love for that man deserves this title

@izurou - SUNA please my favorite suna baby. he annoys you and you let him and its so beautiful. you just get him !!!!! which is tough but you're tougher. i think about ur characterization of him all the time, specifically in the routine and thursday and i could cry with how lovely he is when it comes to you

@augustinewrites - augustine.... you feel so Classy to me. like in my mind u radiate the purest of elegance. a god-tier creator on this app amongst us mere mortals. i feel like your poetic way of existing could compliment sakusa really well! the two of you are so sexi you look like you'd bully people but in reality are so kind just a bit intimidating

@maplesuna - maple i love the idea of you and atsumu becuase i cant stand him half of the time and i absolutely adore you so i love the concept him just being absolutely whipped for you. like u boss him around and he adores it and i get to watch it all front row w some buttery popcorn

@touyangel - sunny my baby you are so sugary sweet i know that hawks would treat u sooooo good. because hes kind and a little fucked up but you truly see the very best in everyone and i think you could save that man from himself. also pls take his #2 hero money u deserve fancy things

@utahimeow - gojo!!!! char u are one of my go to gojo babies whenever i want to giggle and make fun of him or completely tear my hair out thinking about him...i know ur always game. u understand him so well!!!! u are also not afraid to humble him <3 which i love

@kentoangel - choso. choso choso and choso. i know u love him but it feels so right. u guys are like a quiet kind of morning love... like when you sit in a sunlit window and don't need words to explain how you feel. also i think about your mango piece every day of my life... need i say more?

[dead-loch]

Chapter 4 of Missing Time is up.

I got back into the groove of things with this chapter, I think. There is one important warning for this chapter (which is noted) and I've expanded on it a little below the cut (read the chapter first pls)

First of all to anyone who experiences traumatic flashbacks during intimate moments, incl. sex, I'm sorry.

I've actually never seen this explored much in fic (not in my lil corner of fandoms anyway) and considering I can, unfortunately, get flashbacks just from reading or seeing something (so, even when the thing isn't happening to me), it's something that I've wanted to explore because it's a real thing that happens and can Fuck With Your Head. And writing is cathartic!

So, I'm definitely weaving lots of my own experiences into Eddie, mainly in terms of how she deals with the fallout of having been in a relationship (of sorts) with Ray.

From him lying to Eddie to manipulate her into opening up about something (Lou/Bushy), to trying to gaslight her when she's rightfully pissed off at him, to him once again bringing up a fresh trauma so that he can throw her off and attack her, and like his entire demeanour changing when he gets upset (idc what anyone says, you could see the kind of person he would be in a relationship and it is SCARY), these things would wreck havoc on you after the fact. Like yeah, obviously it sucked in the moment, but considering he wasn't outright violent with her and didn't let his true colours really show through until the end, and considering he literally has the capacity and propensity for murder, it's easy in the moment and immediate aftermath to say, "I'm okay because I didn't suffer as much as ___".

However, when things have settled, these are also things that are going to hit you pretty hard. It could make you seriously doubt your ability to read people, would create and/or exacerbate trust issues, and knowing that you've been intimate with someone who is capable of harming others is, frankly, fucking terrifying.

With that out of the way, I also wanted to touch base a little on why I am playing out a (sexual/potentially romantic) relationship between Cath & Eddie moving faster than a relationship between Dulcie & Eddie.

Eddie has spent the ENTIRE season trying to convince herself and others that she isn't attracted to Dulcie (whether that's true or not). It's easier for Eddie, now the dust has somewhat settled, to have this relatively safe crush on Cath, especially given that Dulcie has not and will not react in jealousy to the little moments between them. As children (and adults tbh) we often develop crushes on people we have zero chance with, these end up being safe ways we can begin to explore our sexuality.

In this fic, although Eddie has "experimented" (which is canon), it was over 20 years ago, and never developed further than kissing before she was thrown into a world of toxic masculinity (and I'm going to assume it came with the usual misogyny, cis- and heteronormativity, racism, etc) and immediately decided that being the woman of colour on the force was preferable to being the queer woman of colour on the force. I do want to clarify that this wasn't a decision she just made one day. As with most things, it's something that developed over time until it became the new normal.

So, Eddie is realising that she may be developing a (sexual) attraction to Cath earlier than she's realising she may be attracted to Dulcie, too (even though there have been little moments between Eddie/Dulcie already). Cath feels like a safer crush because Eddie doesn't think that Cath would ever cheat on Dulcie.

Finally, shoutout to anyone who has to withdraw completely from human interaction every once in a while. This is something I've come to accept about myself, but it was a long time coming. As a child, whenever we had family anything (dinner, reunion, holiday, etc), I was the one who would disappear off to the basement, or outside, or even in a fking washroom, just to get some peace and quiet because socialising drains me so completely.

It's not exactly the same here in Eddie's case- she spends two days avoiding people because she's trying to sort out her thoughts and doesn't fully understand what she's feeling. But the end result is the same: she didn't want to be away from anyone in particular; she just needed some space for herself.

Bonus: the discussion at the end of the chapter isn't the one I was going to write initially, but Eddie is stubborn and it didn't feel natural for her to confess to any kind of feelings at this stage.

PS: in case this is bothering some people, Dulcie was NOT creeping around Eddie's bedroom. She honestly was just going upstairs lmao

PPS: if you don't think Eddie's capable of giggling (as she does several times when she's drunk in this chap), I urge you to watch Madeleine Sami on Taskmaster NZ.

[gokartkid]

Chalex + running (pls give us more of your AU!!)

Alex always feels— medium, about parties. He slouches back against the wall, glass bottle sweating in his palm. It’s a sweet vodka-thing, all lemon and citrus trying to cover up the cheap alcoholic flavour. 

There’s a fan in the corner furiously trying to keep the house cool in a losing battle against sweaty teen bodies. George is in there somewhere, probably making out with his girlfriend in that way they do, intense concentration as if it took skill to look like you were eating someone’s face. Alex has third-wheeled them enough at this point to get a sixth sense for they’re-about-to-start-kissing signals. 

He takes another gulp of the now lukewarm drink in his hand, screws up his face. The temperature is doing it no favours. Still, he’s got a good buzz going and— he doesn’t really want to get fucked up tonight. Not when they’ve got a track meet tomorrow. 

Inevitably, the way that he always is, his eyes are drawn to Charles. He’s dancing completely uncoordinated amidst the crowd, all wiggling hips and waving arms. Alex thinks he looks like one of those things at the front of car-dealerships; maybe influenced by his outfit. He’s gone full out for the 80’s theme, highlighter orange sweatband and tank top, neon yellow shorts.

It’s definitely… eye catching. 

Alex went simple, his normal running gear but stolen leg warmers off of Carmen, who laughed when he asked for them but still handed them over. 

Charles turns, as if he can feel Alex staring at him and smiles.

“Alex!” He calls, waving furiously and almost braining the person next to him in the process, “come on! Stop just standing there, you look so bored mate.”

“Maybe I am,” he shouts back, can’t stop himself from smiling.

Charles shimmys his way out of the crowd towards him, takes the bottle out of Alex’s hand in one smooth motion and puts it on the table beside them.

“You have got to dance. It’s a party!” 

“I don’t have to,” Alex’s complaints go unnoticed as Charles takes his hand and starts moving them side to side, like a slow and uncoordinated partner dance, “and you know, someone’s going to steal my drink as soon as we move.”

“Then we won’t move,” Charles says, “we’ll just do it right here!”

Alex feels— jealous, sometimes, of the completely unself-conscious way that Charles moves through the world; even now, eyes closed and doing whatever he likes, trusting that Alex would be going along with him but not caring even if he wasn’t. 

They step from side to side like that together as the song picks up. Charles looks at him, mischievous before letting go of one of Alex’s hands, and raising the other in the air still joined.

“Spin! You have to Alexander,” Charles wiggles their hands. 

Alex is feeling loose enough at this point that— yeah. He can go along with this. Fuck it! 

He ducks under their arms— has to contort himself a bit seeing as Charles is shorter than him. When he comes back around, Charles is still looking at him, something else in his eyes now. 

Alex sways. The spin had revealed, he thinks dizzily, that he was maybe much more drunk than he thought. 

He’s still thinking about that when Charles leans up— almost moving in slow motion except Alex is moving even slower — and presses their mouths together. 

He must have just licked his lips, Alex thinks, because they’re a bit damp. His next thought is more appropriate. Kind of along the lines of ‘oh fuck, what the fuck, he’s kissing me.’

Charles pulls away, just a touch — probably confused about the lack of action and why Alex was acting like a complete corpse, lips unmoving — and Alex blinks hard before he—

Well. If there was anything more high school than having a poorly thought out make out session at a party thrown by someone you barely knew then Alex would eat his own beat up shoes. 

It’s sloppy, and all teeth and tongue, and gross, and— kind of fucking perfect.

“This is—“ Alex says against Charles’ mouth, hands grasping desperately at that stupid orange top, fabric bunching between his fingers, “a really bad idea.”

“No it’s not,” Charles says, arms draped around Alex’s neck and hands in his crunchy-blonde hair, “I think it is great.”

Well, Alex thinks, closing his eyes, hungover-future-Alex would be the one dealing with the consequences anyway. Right-now-Alex was going to milk this for all it was worth. 

ship + word for a fic!

[alfamangle]

bingo on. shit which was the cat you kept asking if she was a vriska. FUCK. i cant remember. im sure you know the one. the only other cat i remember the name of is firestar. also do hershel layton. also do clive.

Uhh first up is mapleshade. you may notice 4 of the squares relate to or just say mapleshade discourse. she sure does cause it. anyways my actual thoughts on her is. like from a character perspective she is interesting as FUCK. i like her. girlie who hated one guy so much she became a bloodline curse. i also want to throw her in a blender and hit the power button and watch her die forever. do you get me?

Mr Layton. I feel like all the notes are kinda self explanatory but sir please go to therapy. please go to therapy. please go to therapy. pl-

I feel like the knowledge that after completing lost future i fuckign went out and physically made myself a button of this guy as an autism creature and how fast he went down the cannon refrence -> how i draw you is riddled with headcannons pipeline should tell you everything. also. you know my favorite ghost trick guy. you can imagine i was Very Normal apon playing lost future. i am not lying. i am not lying. trust me on this one. dont worry about it.

[elle-mary]

Hi! I hope you're staying hydrated and healthy!!

So I keep on seeing "Darling force sex" and Noncons and I'm so sick of it! Sooooooooooooooo Liam with a darling that's addicted to sex?

Like, when it was still in the 'stalking' stage, reader instantly got seduced by him (I just imagine that reader and Liam met and that's how he fell in love with darling).

Have a nice day!

And can I be 🍋 anon?

Oh. Ooh.. I love that Idea anon! And yes, you can be my first official anon ! And I'm sorry if the request wasn't answered at first, I was too deep at Liam's past! (This man will be the DEATH of me, I swear)

And as always MDNI

So I like what you're saying anon. That Liam and you met but he wouldn't just fall in love easily. He seduced and manipulated many women, heck, he even slept with them! So, he wouldn't fall in love in a matter of seconds.

Well, there is one way... You see, he had a loving and kind mother but was killed by his own father. They were a normal family, but someone manipulated their way to ruin his family.

He was betrayed by the person he was close the most and that was his uncle. Liam and he were like close friends.

So that leaves us with the question, why did he ruin the family the nephew he loved?

The answer was pretty simple. He only loved Liam because he looked so much like Liam's mother: Emma.

oh, oops. might've gotten a bit overboard on Liam's past. My bad! Moving onwards!

So now, I feel like Liam would be a bit hesitant to trust you. He is with everybody else, but you just hit too close to home. He really thought that you might've poisoned him with something. But of course, you weren't.

The final straw that leads him to his obsession was you protecting him. He can protect himself, yes, but never was he the one protected.

Doesn't matter if you were just protecting his dignity but all that matters here is that you protected him. He wouldn't go over the obsession just cause of that. So, count your Lucky days!

But here, you love the man, right? You can give your freedom, right?

I can honestly just see Liam doing Liam stuff and then you, having a full-on fan girl mode. He's not even trying tbh.

So, let's just think that both of you are together. You've been trying to be ATLEAST hiding the fact that you want to have sex with him. It's already been too much, you both just had sex earlier! There's just no way that he will continue.

But you hadn't thought that he wouldn't notice your strange actions this past few days. He was observant, given that that's practically his job.

When he confronted you about your recent behavior, you stutter a bit.

What should I say!?, You can't really just say that you've been craving sex and you want more rounds-

"Is that so?" You slightly flinched. Well, being an open-minded person was your disadvantage for today. You completely said what was on your mind, much to your embarrassment.

"Nope! Just pretend that I said nothing!" You said, trying to dismiss the topic at hand.

Liam took your hand and kissed it. "Pls do let me, how am I a good lover if I can't even please my own lover?" Oh, that made you tear up a bit.

You had relationships before but they all said the same thing when they broke up to you. "I'm sorry but I don't think this relationship will work." You knew why, every single time.

"You were really annoying." Is what they said. "My dear, you don't have to cry." Liam's voice snapped you out of your own little daydream.

Your mind was focused on him, "You are important to me, so your actions have been on my mind recently."

"Oh that.. I was just uhh" You don't know what to say. Saying you want to have sex with him will most likely turn him off.

You didn't get to finish on what you're saying when he suddenly carried you. "Let's continue this in the bedroom, shall we?"

[d0ntw0rrybehappy]

journallllll 5/21

now that i’m moving out it’s gonna be harder to see my mom cause i’m further away and she’s gonna be sooo sad. i worry about my mom bc inside she is the world’s most lovable sweetest well-meaning person but she has less self-awareness/emotional control than most people so people judge her rly hard. i always want to be like guys just roll your eyes and let it go and let her know she is loved, she just has some weird kind of like, specific mom dementia/brain glitch, and deep down you KNOW this so lay off. there are so few people my mom lets in or will actually listen to. she was this kid runaway who built a life for herself in the art world copping designer clothes and flying to paree like a fucking pirate and then she had me instead of getting married and i’m one of the like MAYBE 3 people she actually likes. lol. nails & teeth metaphor “you’re the only one she’ll listen to” or “you’re the only one who can talk to her.” i miss her friend jaime who was an indubitably brilliant depressive semitic russian translator who never once judged my mom and they had this kind of relationship where they’d lie feet-to-head on a couch and just chat chat chat. she was my favorite of my mom’s friends. she died from cancer and self-neglect basically. bullshit. shauna’s friend alex reminded me of her the last night and i was like ugh i miss jaime. i wish my mom still had jaime!!! what am i gonna do? i have to have my own life but i have to protect my mom. stupid WASPs be like “you can’t take on your moms problems” shut the fuck up WASP you don’t know shit. other kids be rolling their moms around in wheel chairs and don’t complain you piece of individualist propaganda. nails & teeth metaphor the ignominious but resolute fighter (the progeny) lol.

so anyway this isn’t a post about my mom this is a post about henry cuz then i remembered henry lives on the west side like my mom. henry whom i’ve been on two dates with and have a major crush on. not a normal crush, a “oh you’re about to buy a horse son” level crush. and i imagined when i come to the west side, henry joining me for dinner on the days i visit my mom. not because that sounded like oh so much fun to him but because it was a way for us to spend time together. there are ppl who are married who do that kind of stuff for each other. it made me want to cry bc that would mean so much to me. this is fantasy henry not real henry but probably he would. i’ve only been on two dates with him and everyone is like avaaaaa don’t have too many expectations and like I KNOW i know i’m in it like ?? what’s the phrase? in it like jarvin? lol. besides if he dumped me i would DESERVE IT!!! i got fuckin’ KARMA to pay baby i broke more than a couple hearts the past couple years THIS IS WHAT THEY FELT LIKE?!? THEY FELT LIKE THIS?!?!?? wow FUCK

um but yeah obviously i would survive and if we break up it’s cause we’re not a match and there’s nothing *wrong* with me, duh, duhhhhh, totally notttttt a completely unhinged and slightly unhygienic individual, plus now i know what to look for - kind!!! stable!!! people!!! people i have a lot in common with!!! smart!!! part of the same world as me!!! people with a vision, a goal, passions!!! who take care of themselves!!! okay there’s gotta be lots of guys like that. so if it’s not henry FINE. but guyssssss guys i could actually see a future with him wtf was i doing before??? wowww i played so many games without realizing. 

anyway so we’ve only been on 2 dates so far but i am fully smitten with him (with spells of crushing doubt) and if one more person tells me to play it cool and not have expectations i WILL bite bc bitch I KNOW can you give me SOME OTHER KIND OF ADVICE PLS i have obviously not TOLD him any of this so stop putting more pressure on me to act or feel a certain way trust me I GET IT. and i think it’s dumb this is the advice given to women anyway.

also i’m going to europe probably for an entire month and as long as i don’t lose my job i’m gonna have a fucking amazing summer. losing job doesn’t seem that plausible, however, terrifying thought, bc i’m on my own now and need the moolah. and was a little uneven the past few months but that’s just a learning lesson ig. plus there’s always more jobs. right??? right. *sailor moon handhold sparkle fx*

ok thanks for being witnesses to my online diary my friends anxietyposting on here actually kind of helps, really excited for the future, it’s amazing that i’m getting these opportunities and the reason i’m so anxious is bc i care and i have something to lose. !

[doorsclosingslowly]

❌ (most challenging wip) 📝 (snippet) 👻 (most intimadating scene) pls and ty!!

my most challenging wip is part 3 of the sun summoner kaz au!! because i have to find a way for those three idiots to destroy the darkling and like. i know that the key is that jesper's mind works completely differently to that of kaz anf the darkling and so he's hard to predict but how exactly?? i am still searching

most intimidating scene. this is one i've almost finished drafting, ch3 of pull me up to your mouth, which is a kaz pov scene of jesper's most private fears that he's tried to pretend he's not feeling at all, he's just a happy friendly guy, to everyone in his life for fifteen years and kaz forces him to actually admit he's unhappy. and it careens from topic to topic and it's about colm and about aditi and about being a tall black guy (formerly) in a relationship with a blonde woman etc etc and i have so many fucking notes

snippet: this one's from Night of the Jackal aka feed the pig to pigs, because I haven't written much lately haha. content note for brutal killing of a cop.

Dirtyhands is as silent as the plague when needs must, and the Slat his home turf. The most familiar part of a city he knows better than the back of his own hands. He knows every eccentricity of every floorboard here, to the chagrin of the owners of various rooms he’s sneaked into and relieved of valuables. He wouldn’t steal much from an honest Dreg—at this point, their trust is more useful than their money—but not everyone has figured out yet that if you mock Dirtyhands, you go poor. He only stole from Rieke once, but given her room’s uses, he studied the silencing of these door hinges especially carefully.

Also, he’s not Jesper.

Jesper’s loud. A normal person waiting for Jesper might expect a boisterous greeting, or an attempted sneaking close so Jesper could breathe a compliment into their ear. This sleazebag is waiting, perhaps, for manic pacing in front of the door or a despairing kick. Sobbing, if he’s even worse than Dirtyhands can imagine. Definitely sobbing.

And the officer’s definitely not expecting Dirtyhands creeping over the shoddy carpet and swinging his cane right at his temple. He’s not expecting the only justice that’s left in the world.

The blow’s well-aimed, but it doesn’t cave in the stadwatch officer’s skull. Yet. It stuns him, though, too much to yell or fight back, and so Dirtyhands rains down another blow—the officer collapses to his knees—and another blow on top of his head. By the third blow, the brainpan is concave. By the fifth, blood and globs of grey matter spray against Dirtyhands’ face, and by the eighth blow, the fifteenth…

“I think he might be dead,” Jesper mumbles, from somewhere behind Dirtyhands.

He’s holding his suitcase up to his chest and clutching a bucket with the other hand. He closed the door again behind him, too: Jesper’s always smarter than Dirtyhands wants to admit out loud. He’s got a big enough head. It’s too much already that he knows he’s beautiful, charming, funny and deadly.

“This is strategy. No-one will recognize his face now. You found everything?” Dirtyhands asks instead.

Jesper nods.

“Help me strip him, then.” The uniform will come in useful, especially given the Dregs sadly lost their dirty stadwatch contact. He won’t be able to stash the clothes in his room, though, because neither Haskell nor the stadwatch can ever find out… maybe among the Opera House’s costumes…

The jacket and shirt are drenched with blood and brain matter, but it’ll wash. The trousers are worse, somehow. It’s not that they’re particularly soiled. The stadwatch officer’s fly is open. His soft prick is pulled out through the slit in his underpants. Jesper looks like he wants to puke.

“Go scrub the floor,” Dirtyhands says.

“Ew.” Jesper screws up his face, but he’s not protesting. Mercifully, he’s not vocally grateful, either. He’s already on his knees, digging in his suitcase for a scrubber and harsh soap, while Dirtyhands removes the rest of the man’s uniform and boots and then gets to work, dealing with the body. The hammer that Jesper found is pathetic, and he’s better off using his cane, but the saw’s a real old carpenter’s tool, sturdy and sharp.

Dirtyhands slams his cane on the creep’s wrists first. When he’s sure the bones are broken, he moves on to his neck and smashes the vertebrae as well, and then he gets to work sawing off the head and both hands.

“You’re cleaning that puddle,” Jesper mutters at him, and then he turns a weird colour and presses his rag back over his nose.

“I’m your boss,” Dirtyhands cheerfully reminds him. A thorough search of the corpse reveals a small tattoo of a heart and the name Marga over his heart, so he cuts that away as well. No identifying attributes must remain.

Jesper’s quickly done scrubbing and filling his bucket up with bloody rags. There’s still a stain: but then, there were seven large bloodstains already on the floor of Rieke’s room. Another faded one won’t matter. “This wasn’t an authorized hit, was it?”