#preferably the kind of fic where you're not going into it with a bad mood but by the end you go yeah i needed that

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A Cowboy Like Me : Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Series summary:

I've had some tricks up my sleeve

Takes one to know one

You're a cowboy like me

Javier Peña is a playboy, sleeping his way across Bogotá, never settling down. And he's used to being the only one. What happens when he meets his match? A friendly challenge between friends couldn't hurt, could it? Unless that friend is you...

Chapter Summary:

Javi is your friend, your coworker, your neighbor and a royal pain in your ass. He always thinks he has the upper hand but he doesn't know you have a little secret.

Pairing: Javi Peña x f reader

Rating: 18+ minors DNI

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: language, allusions to sex, drinking alcohol/being drunk, not much really

Notes: This is my first fic, I actually started another one but this Javi idea snuck into my head and we'll here we are. I just kept thinking, what if Javi was down bad for a fem reader who is as much of a slut as he is? A little turning of the tables? And what happens when they finally collide 👀 I don't have a concrete plan for how things end up where they're going so bear with me. I hope you enjoy it!

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Rain assaulted the panes of your bedroom window seemingly from nowhere, a blitz attack to break through the standoff between humidity and air pressure. If it wasn’t so frenzied it would feel like a release.

You couldn’t take your usual leisurely stroll to the office this morning, considering the current weather. You silently thank the DEA’s preference for efficiency and budgeting as your corner apartment was sandwiched between those of your fellow agents, Murphy across the hall and Peña to your right.

Your appreciative mood sours when you get no answer from Steve Murphy’s door, realizing he likely had left already to afford his wife the same respite you were seeking from the rain and drive her to work at the clinic. You knew Peña would still be home, the catch was you didn’t know if his (very noisy) overnight guest would still be lingering this morning. Maybe it was just the expected awkwardness of meeting a coworker’s hook up or perhaps it was having to stifle the urge to look at them with pity when they practically purred to him “call me, Javi baby” as they carried their heels down the apartment staircase; either way you didn’t exactly enjoy meeting his conquests.

Preparing for whatever scene lurked behind his door that it was still too early in the morning to witness, you rapped three times on the wood beneath the peep hole. The tension in your shoulders subsided when, as soon as your hand pulled away, there he was in the threshold fully dressed and seeming to be on his way as well.

“Buenas, chiquita. Looking for a ride?” his small smirk and the spark in his eye letting you know he was expecting you.

“I don’t know, Peña, did you tire yourself out giving someone else a ride last night? Your friend sounded so grateful."

"Oh I’ve got plenty of energy, muñeca. You looking for a different kind of ride?” He stepped what would appear, to the layman, uncomfortably close to you but you don’t waver. It’s all a part of the game.

“En tus sueños, Javi,” you almost whisper before turning on your heel and bolting down the stairs as you yell behind you. “Last one to the car buys coffee!”

“Mocosa…” he mutters to himself, following behind you. He slides two fingers into the pocket of his button down shirt to find nothing there. You lifted his smokes before bolting to the car.

He sighs and shakes his head when he slides into the driver seat of his car that you’ve already let yourself into, both of you drenched just from the sprint to the vehicle. You think you catch his eyes gliding over your soaked blouse but quickly decide it’s more likely a glare of annoyance at your early morning antics. Javier didn't see you that way.

“You sure about that energy, Peña? Better hit the coffee shop post haste.” You tip the pack of smokes toward him in an offer, as though it’s yours, a lit cigarette already dangling lazily from your lips, a small smile tugging at one corner of your mouth.

Javi plucks the whole pack from your fingers and lets out a low chuckle, lighting one for himself before slipping them back into his shirt pocket.

“Fine, pendeja. The first round tonight is on you, though.”

And this is the way it was between you, a never ending game of wit and sarcasm, playing chicken and skirting the edges of propriety. Always in jest, always reigned in long before invisible lines were crossed, made easier by Steve playing mother hen to the two of you.

Always just a stupid game.

Sliding into the curved booth that evening at your favorite watering hole, you finally took what felt l like the first full breath of the day since stepping into the agency this morning. The moment your toe touched the speckled tile you and Javier’s easy expressions turned to grimaces at the mountains of paper work on each of your desks.

“Settle in, kids,” Steve grumbled from behind his own paper piles, “we’re gonna be here a while. I made coffee.” Endless stacks of red tape redundancies and dead end phone tips had your neck sore, eyes strained, and a dull ache settling between your temples.

You take a deep, cleansing breath as the time worn cushion gives way to your form and the dim lighting offers reprieve to your tired eyes. This is just what you needed after today.

“First round on you, kid, don’t forget.” Javi chides as he observes you sinking into the booth, Steve taking a seat next to you.

“Tell you what, Peña. I’m not moving for at least 20 minutes so why don’t you be a lamb and go grab those for us?” you say. It’s a statement, not a request and he rolls his eyes as you slide a few crumpled bills to him at the end of the table. “Quick like a bunny, sweetheart, or I won’t tip ya.”

Steve does nothing to hold back his laughter at his partner’s expense and Javi sends the both of you a death glare before snatching the cash and walking away to the bar.

“You sure know how to ruffle his feathers, man.” Murphy shakes his head lightly and chuckles, lighting a cigarette.

“Ah it’s too easy, he’s such a delicate flower.” Your eyes drift shut as you take another deep breath, enjoying the soft upholstery beneath you and inhaling the pleasant mix of liquor, leather, and smoke that permeates the small bar.

“Maybe more than you know.” Steve mutters quietly. You couldn't even be sure you were meant to hear it until you crack an eye open and see him looking at you with an expression that’s almost…solemn.

You open your mouth to ask what the hell he means by that but the words die on your tongue as Javi reappears, three whiskeys in hand and confusion painted across his strong features.

“Damn, Murphy, I leave for two minutes and she hurt your feelings already?” he throws a conspiratorial wink at you and slides into the booth on your other side.

The blonde agent’s face softens and he recovers from the moment so quickly you think you must have imagined it.

“Ah you know I’m sensitive, Javi. And this one’s just so damn feisty.”

“Yeah she is.” Javi pinches your cheek and you swat him away.

“Hey man I was napping!”

“Ah, ah, ah, cariño, I need my wing man awake.”

“Oh so I’m just dead weight?” Steve gasps, feigning offense.

“Second string, Murphy. I’m the MVP.” You jest, taking a generous sip of the amber liquid in your glass.

“Well now you’ve both hurt my feelings.” He pouts while you and Javi snicker.

The truth was, Javi didn’t need a wing man. Women seemed to clamor for a chance to fall into his bed; a never ending parade of Bogotá’s finest ladies rotating in and out of his apartment, keeping you awake with their…appreciation. It annoyed you endlessly, your precious sleep stolen as you lie awake thinking there’s no way he’s THAT good.

This is why you never brought your own conquests home. Why deal with the intrusion of your space, the prying eyes of your nosy partners, and the inevitable task of shooing them off? No reason to when you could simply whisper ‘lets go back to yours’ and get a night away from Javi’s theatrics before sneaking off to work early and slipping into the fresh shirt from your desk before Thing 1 and Thing 2 arrive to the office.

While Javi’s reputation was public knowledge, your escapades remained confidential and you preferred it that way. It kept things easy between you and the two men that had become your closest friends, maintained the dynamic that worked so damn well. Not to mention, you didn’t need it to be broadcast around an agency of frustrated men that you were no stranger to a one night stand.

You don’t consider yourself a centerfold by any means, but you know you must have a certain allure from the way that you never had to go home alone if you so chose. No need to give cause for the DEA bachelor’s club to start making pit stops at your desk to ask the time and look for files that don't exist.

You liked your little secret night life anyway, always one to keep your cards close to your chest, but after a couple more whiskeys (and a shot of tequila somewhere in between) your lips become looser.

“You know the more you two drink the more you start soundin’ like me.” Steve teases from his spot in the booth. As the alcohol warmed your cheeks and loosened your vocal chords, you and Javi both let your Texas drawls slide thickly over your words like honey from a road side stand.

“Hey now-“ Javi starts, but you cut him off.

A little more sauced than your cohort, and somehow even spunkier than you usually are, you point your finger at Steve with purpose. “Look it here, pal, we don’t sound nothin’ alike. Texas is a whooole different ball game. Did Tennessee used to be it's own country? Hmm? I didn’t think so.” You said with determination and a slight slur, ending an argument you were having with no one.

“I reckon she’s right.” The brunette man slung his arm around your shoulders in solidarity. Steve raised his eyebrows and smirked at the spectacle of drunken Texas pride before him, entertained by his friends that were much more inebriated than he was.

“Should we tell him?” Javi whispers to you loud enough for anyone to hear.

“Well bless his little heart, he don’t know?” You don’t know either, but you can see that it’s a part of the bit so you’re going to play along anyway.

Javi takes a dramatic breath before looking at the other man solemnly, “I didn’t wanna offend you, bud, but…”

He steals a glance at you and throws another wink your way, “turns out everything’s bigger in Texas.” Javi waggles his brows suggestively and you dissolve into a fit of giggles together.

“That’s what they say, isn’t it?” Steve leans back in his seat and sips the beer he’d switched to earlier in the night.

“Oh it’s what they ALL say, I hear ‘em every time I try to sleep at my place.” Both of the men next to you shoot you a surprised look, wondering what would come out of your mouth next.

“That can’t be true, I don’t have a guest every night,” Javier offers, “gotta sleep occasionally.” He's quipping back, playing the game as usual, but you’re just getting started.

“Well, seems like. I guess your nights off are just the ones when I’m not home, Casanova.” You tease, casually taking another pull of your drink that was mostly melted ice now.

“Not home?” Steve looks at you with his head cocked. “What’re you doin', playing secret agent without us? Girl’s out to catch Escobar all on her lonesome.”

“Nah, nah, naaaah. I’m doin’- like Javi does,” you stumble over your words, “entertaining my companions. He’s a cowboy. Like me.”

You miss the way that Javi’s jaw nearly hits the floor, unable to control his expression with the liquor coursing in his veins. Steve doesn’t, though.

“Well I’ll be damned, chica, who woulda thought it.” Steve laughs, still keeping a steady eye on his partner’s reactions.

Javier didn't expect you to be celibate, and maybe it was bit archaic to assume, but he never imagined you to get around like he did. And he really didn’t want to. Pushing the imagery from his mind, Javi set aside his shock and the little antagonistic twinkle forming in his eye has Steve standing up to try and wrangle you both home before something stupid falls out of his friend’s mouth. But it’s too late.

Neither of you are moving to follow him and before Steve can start his rounds of ‘its getting late’ and ‘let’s call it a night’ Javi pipes up.

“I don’t fuckin believe you, cariño.” He takes a thoughtful drag from the cigarette between his plush lips before tapping it on the edge of the ashtray. After a brief but pregnant pause he continues. “In fact I think you’re home every night. Ear pressed to my fuckin wall, apparently.”

Anger bubbles up hot and sudden in your chest. He was still playing, still jesting. So why did red suddenly paint your complexion and creep over your field of vision? This cocky bastard. Pendejo. You’ll be damned if Javi gets the last word here, especially if that last word insinuates that you sit like a sad puppy next to your shared wall eavesdropping on his sex life.

You lean in close to the man, catching the musk of cologne and sweat radiating from his warm body. His shirt is unbuttoned into a deep v, skin glistening from the humidity and the alcohol. Javi watches as your pupils expand just so, the slightest shade of blush blooming across your cheeks.

Doubling down, you poke his exposed chest with two fingers. He shivers and you think it must be your hands, cold from wrapping around your low ball glass.

“I’ll prove it to you.” You reach up to pat his cheek before leaning back into the booth with resolve. “After this next drink.”

When you stand to cross the room and falter it’s Javi’s strong hands that fly to your waist to steady you. A burning sensation flutters beneath your skin where he holds you in place. It feels like a leather car seat on a summer's day back home. The sear of the supple material, jarring at first on the skin that peeks out from cut off shorts, soon absorbs and melts into you, sweet like sunshine, until you have to peel yourself away at your destination. Like you have to peel away now from his grip.

Seeing his opportunity Steve takes your hand and begins ushering the two of you out towards his car. Javi, seeing that his ride is leaving, gives in as well.

“Come on, sweetheart. We can have another drink when we get home. Tell Connie all about your secret love life, how’s that sound?” your friend coos to you in an effort to put you in the car willingly.

“Steve - I fucking love your wife.” You manage as you all but fall into the back seat behind where Javi already sits in the passenger.

“Same here, kid. ‘swhy I married her.”

Before Murphy can even choose a radio station a faint snore floats up from the backseat, your eyes glued shut as sleep takes you. The men stay silent on the drive home.

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[honeeslust]

Toji Fushiguro | The box

🖤 I'll be honest. I drew inspiration for this after watching Dexter. But initially,  there was that comment from a reader on wattpad asking for a fic where homeless Toji fucks us in a box.

… Also, @biscuitsngravie @blkkizzat @littlemochabunni @ryomens-vixen have me stuck on Toji who calls you mama/mamas. Like are you kidding me?? I'm folding immediately!

Anyway….

Challenge accepted!

🖤I suck at TW’s but maybe this Toji is manipulative and posessive. Its not crazy but just know its implied.

🖤 WC 3K+ (it’s a bit jumpy cause i really didn’t proof read. My bad. Im tired 😩)

Wait!!

is that..?

No that can't be.

I'm trippin'.

In all of .5 seconds, that's what races through your thoughts when you caught sight of him. No way that Adonis-looking creep who just winked at you was your toxic AF ex.

The one who got your car towed last year, maxed out your discover card and put your boss in a cast for 6 weeks. All that after you had bailed him out for. Although…your boss might've had that coming to him.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He just had to be at this bar of all places?

Eyeing... NO!  Eye fucking you, as you moved your body to the music. How long had he been watching you?

Toji stood back, confident that he had stolen your attention away from your date. He hated the way he was touching you, but wouldn't cause a scene. Not unless he had to.

He preferred this anyway. He knew what he was doing. Getting under your skin a little before dragging you back into the 3ring circus that was his life. How could you blame him? You'd left him so suddenly and he couldn't handle that. No! He refused to handle that.

He just wanted you to know how bad he wished he could take back all the dumb shit he put you through before. It wasn't his fault. The only reason he maxed out your card gambling was to get the cash he needed to buy back that Cadillac Deville he stole from your uncle. He didn't know it was a prize winning collectors item. too bad you never gave him a chance to say that.

Meanwhile, there you are on the dancefloor. Acting as if you didn't care.

Nope! There was no familiar pang of excitement rippling through you. There wasn't a need to feel those hands on you instead of the ones that were touching you now. You were easily ignoring that tight black tee he wore. Your eyes were not drawn to that faint line running down the center, barely concealing that line between his abs that you loved to carve out with your tongue.

Pathetic. You're fucking pathetic y/n. Thats what you thought as you ground your hips against the guy you were dancing with, wishing you had any substantial amount of will power in you to just disappear out the back door.

Shiiit! Suddenly the hands on your waist brought your attention back to them. Ugghh. you weren't in the mood to dump him. You were more inclined to hurry this along to let your ex scratch that itch that only he could.

Maybe......

After all, he didn't know where you lived now. Just one night wouldn't hurt. Yeah. Fuck it!

Uhh, my friends here, sorry I gotta go. you hollar  into your dates ear.

As what would likely be the dumbest decision you could ever make had your feet moving in his direction. You could almost see the 4th wall breaking and a little blurred out blip of yourself screaming over your shoulder, look at this big bobble headed ass dummy!! Bitch! What the fuck are you doing?

You ignored the blaring red flags and ear ringing sirens going off in your head and proceeded to exit the sea of swaying bodies.

You make your way to the bar where he sits, a conceited grin on his face, that scar on his lip pulling to the side damn near making you forget just how much he was all kinds of wrong.

He stares you down, not a hint of shame in his eye as his enamoured gaze swept from your lips to your chest and down to your hips.

He pulls you into a soul pleasing hug,  chrushing your body against his, nuzzling his nose into your neck and telling you how good you looked. You shuddered, feeling a tattooed hand possessively gripping your ass and squeezeing too tight.

Cmere. Missed you mamas.

He smells all cedery and sweet, probably some expensive shit he stole from someone elses gym bag. Ether way, the scent clouded your judgement with the memories of the damage he could do with just that hand alone.

He'd once clocked a guy so hard he swallowed his own teeth. You remember the way he just couldn't stand it when someone thought they could have what was his. It was brutal. But damn, that look in his eye was everything... fuck.

He apologized for that didn't he?

If memory served, and it did now that he was standing in front of you looking all kinds of tall tan and handsome.

Yeah, he did. With his tongue until you thought your heart would actually stop if he didn't.

Now you were thinking, Was what he did really that bad? It was just uncle Earl. Who didn't even come to your 3rd grade dance recital cause he had the flu.

Your morals had died about two shots ago and what ever self preservation you had left had fucked right off into oblivion.

Now, instead of that nervous ache in your gut telling you he'd hurt you all over again, there was a fire burning. The flames stoked by the thrill of not knowing how this would end up. But you simply didn’t care. As long as tonight, you ended up on underneath him.

Hmm. If that dress was any tighter I might have to actually get a fancy job to buy you more.

Maybe you should just buy a shirt that ain't so fucking tight it's screamin I don't fit you!

Ouch he mocks you, laughing at your terrible dis. You're agitated already. Just what he hoped for.

Hmm. He nods drawing his lower lip under his teeth.

That's too bad.

What's that? You asked leaning to hear him over the music.

It's a shame. He ain't fuckin' you right. I can tell.

'Fuck. Why did he have to say that? Here we fuckin go!'

Excuse me. The fuck is that supposed to mean?

Half yelling, your world tilts a little and suddenly you're aware of the light buzz that seaking up on you.

You need some dick just ask.

Your eyes rolled skyward. His smart ass mouth getting to you more than you expected it too. You were getting ready to tell him exactly how far he could fuck off. But you froze, feeling Tojis eyes still on you like all he was waiting for was even the slightest indication that you were ready.

You don't know shit Toji.

You gonna leave your boyfriend hangin like that? He teases.

You follow his gaze to the guy across the way who was likely realizing your "friend" was stealing you away. Damnit! You didn't mean for that to happen like that.

Sorry, you mouth out with a shrug before turning your attention back to the dark haired man damn near breathing down your neck.

Everything happening was so irrational. You were imagining the taste the cheap beer on his breath. Normally the prickly ale scent would turn your stomach, but now you were about 30 seconds from letting him drag you off into one of these restrooms. Just to get a taste of it off his lips.

What's the matter? Can't decide on which it's not you it's me speeches to give him?

Fuck You! you blurted out fighting the smile coming to you lips.  You think you know every fucking thing, thats your fuckin problem.

His laugh rumbles in his chest. That smile too beautiful to accept coming from such an asshole.

He leans in, placing his hand under your bar stool and pulling it closer. A sly hand slips over your thigh, touching just under the hem of your dress. Please do. He teases, brushing his finger back and forth until your pulse staggered behind your ribs. Tell me how I'm wrong then, mamas.

First of all I ain't fuckin him. You breathed out when you fully intended on yelling it. You assumed wrong. That's not my man.

Yeah? He says with a darker look about his eye, causing a moment of prolonged eye contact. Ok. Guess I stand corrected then.

Guess you do! You agreed, the look you gave telling him everything your body already did.

You ready to go?

You scoff, playing off your immediate will to jump up and down screaming yes.

God you're such a fuckin creep. Does this usually work for you?

I think we're both about to find out.

I can't stand you. Is what you said but you were making your way toward the door with him.

Once you're out of the building his impatient lips descend upon you. Hungrily and breathlessly.

Why don't you get us an uber so we can go to your place. He says lining your collar bone with kisses.

You almost pulled your phone out. But for once you listened to that voice. Stick to the plan. He doesn't know where you live so keep it that way.

You push against his shoulders, you get the uber. And we're going to your place.

I'm banned from Uber he says moving his hips against yours causing you to wrap your legs around him.

God Toji you accidentally moan when he clutches your nipple between his teeth and follows the searing pain with his tongue. He carries you along, kissing and marking your neck and chest as you clung to him.

Fine. Your choice. We're not far anyway.

What does that mean?

His mouth is so good to you, and your overly sensitive body to really question anything. He kisses and nips, leaving you to barely notice the awkward empty hallway he sneaks you into.

Hold it. Let me get the key. He says setting you on your feet. Imagine your surprise when he goes for the padlock in the door.

The fuck is that. You say gasping for air as your eyes struggle to focus. The hell are we??

Toji, are we in a fucking storage unit??

You ask eyes still searching the place.

He cups your face, kissing your lips once again. Shut up. Once I'm fucking you it'll feel like the ritz baby.

He raises the sliding door and the loud ricochet makes you jump as you plucked your lips away from his.

Wait. There's no fucking way Im about to do this. Am I? That's what you said grinding against his palm the moment he shoved his hand between your legs, expertly nudging that answer towards a yes.

Every moment you stood there questioning how low you were setting your standards was a second too long for him. You got away from him and now he needed to show you exactly why you found your self ready to be slutted out in a fucking box.

As soon as your foot crossed into that tin square, he shut the gate behind you. He had a point to make. That much was evident in the way he shoved your skirt up over your ass and dragged your pussy into his face where he inhaled the scent of your arousal.

His nose tickles, making you giggle out loud.

Do that again. -shit makes me want to fuck you till you can't stand pretty slut.

his words registered as a million little tingles in your core. All of which needed to be sought after, one by one until everything wrong about this felt right.

He tears  the lacy thong from you waist. Slipping his fingers through the wetness, he drags a slick path between your folds. Making your soft moans rattle from your chest no matter how hard you tried to quiet them.

Mmmmhmm. I knew you missed me. He groans shoving his digits inside you.

Fuck y/n you're tight. When's the last time you fucked.

Your cheeks burned as you looked away, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing you hadn't been with anyone since him.

You'd be able to take me by now if you hadn't left me. He rasped out as if he wasn't damn near busting out of his pants at the chance to eat you six ways to Sunday.

He brings his tongue down gently against your clit at first. Giving soft intenttional flicks meant to test how sensitive you were. You writhed and twisted, shivering away from his tongue, making him force your trembling cunt back to his lips. Sssss-stop fucking runnin' in y/n, I need you dripping if I'm gonna fit Mamas.

You did more than just drip. You came down in torrents. You were elated, manipulated by satisfaction blooming in those those impossibly emerld eyes. His fingers working madly against the tight wet womb seizing up around them.

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. It was so much robbing you of your sanity, so many sensations overwhelming you. The slurp. The smacks.  His middle and index fingers pulsing in and out. His tongue tending to that aching clit. A pleasurable heat swelling and releasing, over and over again.

Every climax up until now has sent so much satisfaction through you that every muscle in your body is wrought with exhaustion. But he doesn't care that you can't move.

He lays you on the cot in the corner. Making you side eye him a moment before. Damn. This was the the most outlandish shit you'd ever done. But shit. Toji looked so fucking good it hurt. His shirt comes over his head and those jeans come off.

He gives himself a few preparory strokes before smacking that heavy cock head against your clit, laughing as you jolted again and again and cried out for him to finally fuck you.

He arches, guiding himself inside, your swollen cunt pulsing and pulling him in. The slow descent into your gummy wet entrance warrants him the chance to really get to see the way he spreads you.

When he finally bottoms out, youre lustful mewls are echoing out through the hollow metal walls, putting a certain emphasis on the sound of his name erupting from your lips.

Sssss fuck mamas. He stills, tucked deep inside you, his dick jumping at the sound of your voice.

You can't keep this pussy away from me baby. His hips rock steady, fucking you into the sorry excuse for a mattress, loving the way he can fuck you plain stupid. Fuck, I could break you right now y/n.

You were always the prettiest little slut when you took this dick. Baby. Look at you. Why would you ever take this pussy from me Y/n?

The harsh slaps to your tits drags you back into your body. He ruts into you, teasing your clit back and forth, breaking you all over again until you were dripping once more, this time around his cock as he slowed the rock of his hips.

cmere he says flipping you onto your stomach and dragging your hips back. He pushes your shoulders to the bed, and slips his finger around and around the messy display before him.

Sssssss You'll take me back won't you?

Shit. You're ready to say it. But you bite bike your moans. No no no. Do NOT take him back.

Answer me mamas. He grunts out, prodding your puffy wet clit with kisses from his dick.

Let me hear you say it. He taunts, pushing in, pulling out. Pushing in, pulling out.

Fuck you growled fighting tooth and nail not to give in. But fuck, everytime he pushed in, you gushed, every time he pulled out you cried, desperately clenching around nothing.

Fuck Toji. Fuck me please.

His hand burns at the back of your neck. A second later your braids/wig/locks/curls are tangled up with his fingers when he palms the back of your head like a Spalding and snatches your body back against him, leaving nothing between you. Nothing to stop him from making you his all over again.

Tell me I can come back. I can make it all up to you. Baby?

He kisses around your ear, his hand cutting off your air supply just enough to make your head spin outta control from the mind numbing climax creeping up on you. You heard me mamas? I'll do it right now. He brags, hitting your spot.

You hated that it felt different, like your pussy was trying to get used to him all over again. Like you were ready to fall for him and all his bullshit. Consequences be damned. It hurt so good that you cried down your thigh, shaking and whining in perfect pain and pleasure.

Fuck Toji. I swear- nngh I hate your ass so bad.

Na nah nah darling. You don't get it do that. Not when this pussy is gripping my dick the way it is.

His fingers clench handfuls of your flesh and he drags his hips back and forth, every pump shallow but intense. Nudging and nudging and nudging until you were on edge again. 

Fuck he was right. You loved it. You wanted this. You needed this.

You'll always be my pretty lil slut? won't you? I've ruined you, and you like it. Let me hear dat shit mama, say it!!

I- I'm ruined. I'm no fucking good. I'm just your slut Toji, please. Ugh.

I can move all my shit back in?

Yes!

Toji was feral. Using his strength to prop you up and keep fucking you. He could still taste you on his tongue and you were coming so hard he couldn't pull out if he tried.

Shit! You must want me to come in you, don't you mamas?

Yesss. I want your cum. Cum in me please. You cry out as he pinches and tugs at your nipples, his tongue ghosting your ear.

He bucks faster. That's what the fuck I thought.

Your skin claps against his, ensuring anyone in the building most definitely could hear him beating down your slutty walls.

Tell that curly headed JT looking fuck I'll kill him if he calls you again.

Mhhmm. Yes Toji, yess. He could ask you anything right now and the answer would always be yes.

Whoahh! He sputters spurting his release against your swollen cervix. Satisfied, he pulls out leaving you empty and aching. Just a dumb fucked out bimbo with her ass out as he gleamed at the lewd display.

He slips his thumb over your clit, catching the bit that leakes out of you. Ah ah, don't waste any, he says shoving it back inside. Let's go. You gotta eat at least 3 plan bs for how much you just sucked outta me.

Ok you manage to whimper, lying flat, wincing as your walls contracted and the pain set in.

You lie there spent, officially dicked stupid.

Hey mamas, lemme ask you something.

What Toji?

Can I hook my ps5 up to the big tv?

Listen. I know he didn't fuck us in a box per a literal sense but hey. This was fun. What do you think?

[thana-topsy]

Fic Lines! Tag Game~

Thank you to @dirty-bosmer @kookaburra1701 @elfinismsarts @friend-of-giants @mareenavee @ehlnofeh and... anyone else who tagged me that I might have missed. It's been hectic irl for me, and I haven't gotten a chance to devote a lot of time to Tumblr Tings, but this seemed like a lot of fun.

I'm gonna try to pull from "Breathing Water" and "Liminal Bridges", since I'm currently working on the latter -- so I'll include some unpublished stuff from that as well!

The rules are to share:

A line from your fic that makes you laugh

“You’re in a mood,” Neloth declared through a chuckle. “And you’re distracting me. Which is not helpful, mind you.”  Teldryn leaned in a bit closer. “Is that a bad thing?” “Shoo. Away with you.” Neloth flapped a hand at him. “Let me do my work. Unless you had a terribly important reason for coming to find me.”  “Maybe I just missed you.”  “Yes, well, absence does make the heart grow fonder. So go away.”

(from Liminal Bridges) Neloth and Teldryn's banter makes me laugh a lot.

A line from your fic that makes you sad

“I do…” Neloth began, and Teldryn jumped ever so slightly. Neloth’s voice was so ragged that he felt a little startled himself, barely recognizing the sound. He cleared his throat. “I do… feel.” He twisted the stiff bedroll between his fingers. “I do.” Teldryn said nothing, continuing to look straight ahead.  “It’s just…” He didn’t know where he was going with this, but the words were clawing their way out of him, like some kind of sick, emaciated animal emerging from a cave. “I don’t think I… feel… correctly .”

(from Breathing Water)

A line from your fic you're proud of

For a long moment, all he could see was darkness. Then, the shimmering light of his spell began to catch the edges of shapes, vague and distant. Dozens of ships, scattered like the splintered bones of giants across the ocean floor.

(from Breathing Water)

A line from your fic you think could have been better

Neloth hadn't quite gotten used to the new way of things.

(from Liminal Bridges) I actually went in and altered this line to read: "Neloth had difficulty adapting to the new way of things." but I'm still not entirely satisfied with it. Bleh... best not overthink it too much, I reckon.

A line from your fic that makes you want to punch a character

“It’s not like you even teach me,” Talvas argued. “You just use me as a–a slave.”  “I’ve owned many slaves, my dear boy. If you view the meager work I assign to you as akin to slavery, then there’s no doubt you are just as weak as I previously anticipated. You would have found yourself in shackles had you lived in Morrowind not two hundred years ago.” He sneered, beginning to turn away. “But very well. Get out of my sight. Such spinelessness is unbefitting of anyone who wishes to carry on the legacy of House Telvanni.”

(from a yet-unpublished chapter of Liminal Bridges!) I want to punch Neloth often. It's why I love him so much.

A line from your fic that makes you go 'aww'

“Cold are you?”  “Damn you,” Neloth retorted, looping a leg around one of Teldryn’s. He was as hot as a furnace and Neloth groaned at the warmth, wriggling his frozen toes beneath Teldryn’s calves.  “Aye!” he yelped, trying to jerk away. “You have icicles for feet, you bloody frost troll!” “It’s your duty as my partner to warm my feet,” Neloth argued, tugging the covers up around his shoulders and shifting down to press himself against Teldryn’s side.  “Partner, is it?”  Neloth looked up, a flicker of panic catching in his chest. He’d said that, hadn’t he? Partner. Teldryn was looking down at him with soft eyes, the barest hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.  Neloth cleared his throat. “Would you prefer a different term?”   “No.” Teldryn slid further beneath the covers, wrapping a warm arm around Neloth’s waist. “No, not at all. I… I like that.” He pulled their bodies together, no longer flinching away from Neloth’s cold feet. “And I certainly need to uphold my duties.”

(from Liminal Bridges)

A line from your fic that's full of symbolism

Neloth said nothing, chewing nervously at the side of his tongue as Teldryn slipped a hand beneath his linen undershirt, running a warm, smooth palm across his sides. What on Nirn had possessed him to say ‘partner’? It was supposed to have been harmless banter; their usual back-and-forth. Now, the future stretched before him in branching uncertainty, sprouting delicate buds of possibility that could so easily be clipped or stunted by the cold.

(from Liminal Bridges) A continuation from the scene that "makes me go 'aww'". Honestly it took a while to pick a snippet. I write in unintentional symbolism all the time, or so it's been pointed out to me lol. That, and I love metaphor.

A line from your fic that contains an Easter egg

“For now, we need to try to talk our way out of this. I don’t think I’ll be able to cast any time soon.”  Teldryn let out a low chuckle. “Well, luckily, that’s something I can do.” He unstrapped his bracer and pulled his right glove off. On his middle finger sat a glimmering ring – a moon and star. “I can be incredibly convincing.”

(from Breathing Water) The Moon and Star ring has a charisma boon -- it fortifies personality and speechcraft LMAO.

A line from your fic that's shocking

He looked down at his own body and a wave of sickness washed over him, coupled with the feeling that what he was seeing couldn’t possibly be real: a sword protruding from the center of his stomach.

(from Breathing Water)

A line from your fic you want to talk about more

Agatha huffed a laugh under her breath, removing an empty alembic and replacing it with a kettle on her alchemy workbench. “Your charisma is one of your greatest strengths, Mister Sero. You would make a good diplomat.” “I beg to differ,” he scoffed. “Look at all the good it did me in the First Era.”  A sudden coldness settled behind his breastbone at his own words. An odd slip-up. He’d taken great care throughout his life to separate himself from Nerevar. The phantom memories that came to him in dreams, the loyalties he couldn’t seem to shake, the opinions that seemed to spring from his head fully formed, as if crafted by decades of experience… No. It was the result of knowing his history—knowing Morrowind’s history. Teldryn Sero and Indoril Nerevar were not the same person. To imply otherwise was too frightening.

(from an unpublished future chapter of Liminal Bridges!)

The difference between past Topsy writing Breathing Water and current Topsy writing Liminal Bridges, is that I've actually PLAYED Morrowind now and have a lot more insight into the whole Nerevarine business. And I really wanted to dig a little harder into Teldryn's relationship with being the Nerevarine, specifically what that means for him psychologically. I know there are 100 different ways to spin the reincarnation, but I've settled on the shape of "He's literally just Nerevar".

I tag @vidvana @trickstarbrave @tkwritesdumbassassins @daedrabait and anyone else who wants to jump in and hasn't already been tagged!

[zeawesomebirdie]

for the fic ask game :D 🙌 🥘 🦗

[for this ask game here]

Thanks for the ask J!!

🙌What's a line or paragraph of yours that you're proud of? I'm giving you two paragraphs, one from a posted fic and one from a wip >:)

From Distractions, Distractions [brudick, rated E, underage]

Bruce Wayne was not the kind of man who hid from others, particularly not when he had something he needed to discuss with them, regardless of what Alfred might say to the contrary. Yet he had spent the majority of his day in the Manor rather than in the Cave, even though Dick had the day off from school and had announced at breakfast that Bruce was welcome to come down with him. No, he was not the kind of man who hid, but at the same time, he was also not the kind of man who could picture himself walking down to where his partner was likely turning cartwheels, nor could he see himself telling Dick just why his costume needed changing.

(yes that is the very first paragraph shhhh I've never been more proud of an opening before 😌)

And from a brudick wip I'm writing for @ful-crum in which Dick and Bruce fuck in the Cave and Dick mistakenly believes that they'll be able to be together now, only for Bruce to ghost him for two months straight

That was the crux of it, in the end, the grit of sand that irritated his heart into submission: that night of The Incident had been a one-off, and it was obvious that Bruce had meant nothing by it, no matter what Dick thought would come of it. And that was fine, or it would have to be; after all, Dick had had a few one night stands before, and while it wasn’t his preference, he could understand the appeal of such things to people like Bruce. Dick was just going to have to take the L, then, because otherwise he was going to mope his sorry ass into nothingness, and then what would become of him? It would have to be fine, there was no other choice, even if he was going to remember that night forever as one of the rare moments he and Bruce were truly a team again.

🥘What wip are you most excited about? Um, well, does all of them count?? Because I really don't think I could choose just one to be most excited about, honestly. The closest to actually being finished is another little insomniac!coldflash one shot for Stories I Tell Myself When I Can't Sleep, after that, the aforementioned brudick fic for @ful-crum is the most complete, and I've got half of a 5+1 Dick fucks Bruce to distract himself from his emotions written, and for the brubarry Old West!AU I've got all of Bruce's arc plotted and half of Barry's arc at least planned. And then beyond that, there's a dickjay gameboy fic and a 5+1 times Riddler saves Robin!Dick in the works, both of which I'm also excited for (and don't even get me started on the three wips I have for Bad Things Happen Bingo, one of which is for MASH, one for Star Wars: Legends, and one for Gunsmoke). Which one I'm most excited about depends on my mood and my energy, I suppose (yeah that's a non-answer, sorry!)

🦗Do you write in sequence or jump around? Mostly in sequence, but I keep a notes doc for every longfic so that I can jot down scene ideas whenever they occur to me!! Though with the insomniac!coldflash one shots, those I'm writing out of order bc they really weren't meant to be more than a one-off thing, and I'm still plotting the whole longfic that'll eventually give context to the one shots; that's just not normally how I do things, normally I write pretty sequentially ^.^

[captmickey]

4, 16, 20, 21, 29? ☀️

4 - How do you channel characters' voices and personalities? The short answer? A lot of rewatches/replays on the given media. The long answer? I uh... I kinda break down the character into aspects? Like a stats bar of sorts, if that makes sense. Example being like, how heroic are they? How much sass do they actually toss? When is said sass used? How kind, patient, naive etc are they? And then I go on a deeper level and go "how was their mood when x happened?" and from there go "I think they would feel like x based on the aforementioned stats".

It uh... it sounds weird, but that's me trying best to translate how I channel characters.

16 - How important is it to you to stay true to the original creator's vision while writing fanfiction? It depends on the media (re: me vs. MI3A or me vs. Nomura's hatred towards Kairi) , but for the most part? SUPREMELY important. Like, yeah, fanfiction is meant to branch off into the what-if, the expanded material and so on, and I am absolutely guilty for veering a character in a way that's not seen in-game or in-show, but I always always ALWAYS try my hardest to make sure that I stick as close as humanly possible to the original vision. Because, to me anyways, a good fanfiction is one you can see happening in the media, like a cut content from a game or deleted scene from a movie.

(this is not me saying I'm sticking my nose up in the air to those that veer off, but it's just a personal preference of mine OTL)

20 - How do you approach action sequences or intense moments? I actually approach like a comic? Like, I try to see what it would look like in image format and then go "now describe the picture" and work from there. Saying 'he punched' is fine, but saying 'he swung his fist with all his might, forcing his balance to stumble' gives just that right amount of 'oomph' at describing an action. And when it comes to intense moments, I always always always love describing what that feeling is like. Kind of like how Ghibli has big crocodile tears when crying. It's not what crying looks like, but it sure feels like it when you're in the moment. 21 - Have you ever used fanfiction as a way to explore your own emotions or personal experience? HA, BOY HAVE I! ABSOLUTELY!! In fact, some of my more recent fics were just that - exploring my emotions out of a really really REALLY bad situation, although sometimes I use the more surreal experiences of my life to put into fanfic. Which, I should mention, it was interesting to me how people reacted to some, it had me go "Oh, wait. That situation WAS bad, actually if this is the response.....". I even had once someone comment that a chapter I used said surreal experience on felt TOO specific and I started to laugh. 29 - Are there any characters, relationships, or general character dynamics you've never written about but would like to try? Actually, there are a few! Off the top of my head, I would love to write one where it's a one on one with Whisper and Acorn since I always have Graham in the mix, I would love to write one with Zelda and Elaine (and even Valanice)... and one that I realized, shockingly I never really did? I would love to write a more serious dynamic between Guybrush and Winslow. I wrote one years ago as a one-off, but I'd like to write something that kind builds more on their friendship. ....Also I so desperately want to write a fic with Zelda and Guybrush. It just makes me smile when I think of the two together.

[arctic-shard]

Outer Child, chapter 11

( Victoria gets an offer from someone she absolutely never wanted to see again. )

Outer Child, chapter 11

Warnings: A major one - last time West and Odious met, it had sexually assaulted her and intended to kill her, so that gets brought up and West doesn't mince words. Tumblr!Odious is a lot less horrible and creepy than fic!Odious. Scroll down to the second scene marked by the '---' or search for 'Victoria woke up' if you want the gist of the plot without the possibly-triggering part.

Words: 1100~

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"Saluti, mia fiamma."

Victoria was in an empty black space, wearing her pyjamas and glasses. Before, Amica used to visit Victoria in her dreams almost every night. It was able to do so through their bond.

So Victoria recognised that this was dream communication. However, it didn't feel as real as it did with Amica, the connection was weaker. The voice wasn't a smooth baritone purr or even that oddly-deep child's voice, but a grating hiss just below a falsetto.

It's a dream. It can't hurt you for real. It's just a dream.

"My Victoria, you know I could dream you to Alagadda, where this would be very real. But I don't want to deal with Diligence and Mirth whining." The Yellow Lord stepped out of the shadows, the light in its eyeholes flickering.

She felt her fists clench. She was terrified of Odious but her fight-or-flight response was stuck on 'fight.' "Odious. How the fuck did you get here?"

It circled its centipede-like body around Victoria, not close enough to touch, just hemming her in. "You're finally angry enough that I can reach you." It settled itself on its first few sets of elbows, using its tail as a pillow, and looked at Victoria. "Anguish keeps you too happy."

"You intended to rape me to death," Victoria reminded it flatly.

"It would have been glorious," said Odious, utterly unbothered. "Unfortunately this isn't a social call. What happened to Anguish? I could just tear the information from your mind, but I prefer the sound of your voice."

Was this Odious' idea of flirting or of kindness? Victoria was fairly certain it would in fact prefer to go digging through her mind. "An anomalous object transformed it so it has the appearance and mental capacity of a three-year-old human. We're trying to figure out how the object works. The Ambassador already tried to kill it, so you can fuck off."

The Odious Mask flickered expressions several times, too quickly for Victoria to see what its other aspect was. It settled back on the snarl. "Oh it did, did it?"

"The Black Lord threatened to tell the King. That seemed to get rid of it."

"Hmm, so destroying Anguish is not the will of our King. Which means sending our own assassins wouldn't end well for us. Too bad." Odious settled itself more comfortably. "Diligence wants you to bring Anguish to Alagadda. I suppose you would insist on bringing the little doctor man as well."

Victoria folded her arms. "And how do you expect me to do that?"

"There are ways. Ardente hasn't been moved from your fortress, it knows the way," said Odious. Ardente was a collerice reveller that she and the Doctor had sort of kidnapped and was currently an inmate of Site-19. "I don't care what happens to Anguish, but Mirth and Diligence want it back. Bring Anguish to us and you won't need to rely on your Foundation, you'll have all the science and magic of Alagadda working to restore it to its proper self."

"What if it can't be done?"

"Diligence has considered that, and I think it prefers that outcome. It has the idea that if Anguish can't be restored, then Diligence can educate it properly. Give it a second chance to be what it was meant to be."

Odious lifted itself up, uncoiling slightly as it came towards her. It didn't seem in a violent mood, so Victoria decided not to kick it or try to break its arms in case such action would spur it to attack. She took two steps backwards, then tripped on one of Odious' arms and fell to sit on its back.

Its lower arms slipped out from under its robes and grabbed her ankles to hold her in place. Odious set two fingers under her chin to tilt her face up. "And if you crave mature company, you are always welcome in my - What the fuck?"

It was nothing Victoria had done. Odious leaned down to get a better look at her neck before rearing back, eyeholes blazing. "The Ambassador harmed you."

The rope burn had faded away over the past four weeks, but apparently it was visible in this dream. "What the fuck do you care? You wanted to kill me."

"You are not its to harm. You are mine."

Odious uncoiled and slithered off into the darkness, presumably to go beat up the Ambassador. Good. Those assholes can rip each other apart.

The dream faded into a true dream that Victoria wouldn't remember in the morning, but she would remember Odious.

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Victoria woke up with a pair of small masks pressing into her neck. She reached up, patting the Doctor's hood and ruffling Amica's hair. "Mmph. You two are clingy this morning."

"Victoria had a bad dream," said Amica.

"Odious paid me a visit," Victoria agreed. "It told me that Diligence and Mirth want you to go home." She couldn't tell it that they wanted to restore it to its former self - Amica had no idea that any transformation had occurred.

"I don't want to."

"I know, Amica." The problem was, the offer was extremely tempting.

Victoria had no way of knowing how the Foundation's work at figuring out the unknown anomalous object was coming. Hell, it had to have a numerical designation by now and no one had told her what it was. The Foundation might even prefer Amica and the Doctor as toddlers, weak and harmless.

But Alagadda. They wanted Amica to be restored, they would do everything in their power to help it. The other Humours hated the Doctor, but he seemed to have a bit of protection - hadn't the Hanged King let all three of them go? The King seemed to want her and the Doctor alive. And once Amica was restored to itself, it would turn its efforts to helping the Doctor.

Odious would be a problem. It wanted her and she didn't have the power to fend it off. Fighting back only made it want her more. Diligence just wanted a return to the status quo, but Mirth had sided with Amica when they stood before the King. Maybe there was some protection there …

What Victoria should do with the information was to tell Usher that Ardente might be able to escape on its own whenever it wants and to put more security around it. What she did was quietly tuck the knowledge away, just in case. Ardente had been classified Euclid and didn't have any dangerous anomalous abilities that could help it breach that the Foundation knew of, it was up in Light Containment. She didn't know exactly where, but she could find out without raising suspicions.

[bunnygirl678]

I feel like doing a silly interview of myself so I'm just going to straight up answer these lmao

Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

i wrote mpreg, it's Red, it's bad, i mean the writing is great, lots of emotions but holy shit i don't even like mpreg but i did it for an omegaverse, it just fit, for the record he has twins

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

idk usually when green is upset about his parents, or when they finally work out their issues

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

Anytime Green/Rai/Leon get together and drink

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

literally all the time, in ode to my soulmate, it was originally going to end after they got together, none of the angst (or the failed attempt at a cliffhanger lmao)

✍ Do you have a beta reader?

I typically don't have use one, but occasionally will ask my homies to take a look, there are a couple i'm working on that i'm worried are too technical so those will need betas to make sure it's understandable by a layman

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

Green is rich, Red can't cook, there are certain phrases i use a lot, almost always have some kind of star gazing trope (at least in the longer fics)

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

skfdhsdfhj blood bank or under the alolan sun, but the wild parts aren't published yet?? Or maybe the ones i haven't published idk

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

i have a nice ass, i'm great at world building, compliment for me and my writing ^_^

💋 First kiss fics. Love em or hate em?

Love them, but love first time fics more

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

most of the time, christmas music,

🛠What tools/programs/apps do you use to write?

docs, i switch between my phone and computer a lot,

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

Only one, i was trying to do too much, my writing skills weren't back up to par yet, i think it helped me get to where i am now, the plot was too much, idk, i might steal a scene or two for other fics, but i'm not going to spend any time trying to improve the writing or plot. There are a bunch that i started a while ago and haven't touched in months, but i'll head back to them eventually, i have to be in the ~mood~ to work on a fic

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic?

Yeah, multiple people know, but they don't know my username

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

ummm that's published, under the alolan sun maybe? or maybe Lost, that's not published, single riders will be paired (coming sometime next year lmao it's a high school au super cute i'm really nice to green in it, red is a shy mute kid with no friends who ends up getting stuck on a roller coaster ride with green who is the most popular boy in school, green's actually super nice and the rest of the day kinda turns into a date, they go to school and red's like oh he's gonna be mean but he's not and it's really cute and sweet, and red gets accepted into the group and lajfdl;sjdf)

🍷 Do you drink and write?

yeah and then end up scrapping everything lol,

🍆 Do you write the spicy stuffs? If so, what's your most popular nsfw fic?

yes, i'm still working on improving my skills, but most hits/kudos ratio (let's be honest someone can do kudos once and read 15 times so not the best metric but what else do we have), is make you feel my love, but i'm working on one that will be published by valentines day where green gives red head in his neochamp outfit

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

all day? When the adderall hits? idk it's really just when i have time, when i have my kid i really only get to at night when she goes to bed, but on her dad's weeks i write after work.

💖 What made you start writing?

i wanted to read stories that weren't written, i have lots of aus bouncing around in my head

💌 How do you feel about comments and feedback?

dopamine hit

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

ummmmm idk, used to be mpreg, but that ship sailed, i don't really love poly romance, i like the smut but am not really interested in writing it as a romance

💲 Would you ever open commissions?

no, i found that i do my best writing when i want to, which is why wips take forever for me to finish because i bounce from idea to idea as i feel like it

🧐 Do you spend much time researching for your stories?

not really...I'll google a fact or two, i mean unless you count game time or reading the manga, but like googling little details not so much.

🏆 What's your most popular fic?

gonna do for reguri, when the wind stole my walls, i never felt less alone; it's my longest finished fic

🎃 Do you write fics for certain holidays? Which is your favorite holiday inspired fic?

yesh, i really liked Lost, and Auld Lang Syne, but also i threw in a couple Christmas themed chapters to Under the Alolan Sun, which was fun

🎯 Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?

ugh yes, lmao, blood bank, they didn't guess the exact details but the general idea, i was like oh shit i'm glad they picked up on the crumbs i threw lmao

🎨 How do you feel about fan art of your stories?

Always an honor! I might even make some one day, if my art ever improves enough for me to feel comfortable tagging it lmao

📈 How many fics do you have?

37 on ao3! I'm not going to include the ones on ff.net cause i can't remember my username, i have 50 open works (some as basic as an outline, some have 20k+ words) sitting in my docs that haven't been published

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

Depends, usually outline, i typically start writing then add an outline later,

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

This one i stared on a while ago, the actual writing needs a lot of edits but i'm obsessed with the plot, after Green loses he flees to Kalos, changes his name to Blue and becomes the champion there, everything is great until Red randomly shows up to learn how to mega evolve his charizard, Red obvs knows who he is, they deal with things, red can't mega evolve at first, it's fun orrrr my hs au that i mentioned earlier, or the ones where green becomes a coordinator, either after losing or instead of battling, in 2024 i'm releasing more pokespe works and branching out on some of the ship stuff, gonna publish a few silver/gold, lance/cynthia, and a few others,

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

Just keep writing, not everything will be amazing, but everything can be edited and rewriten

💞 Who's your comfort character?

Green oak i like to see him cry <3

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

Red: He can't cook to save his life

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

Green, duh

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

Green loses his memories after an accident during a battle

Red felt a tap on his shoulder, who would be bothering him this late? He turned to none other than the person he had been avoiding.

Green smiled up at Red. Red looked around for an exit.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” He stated flatly, a finger poking Red’s chest.

“Maybe.” Red said, looking away. He attempted to make eye contact with any of his pokemon to get them to create a distraction.

“It’s okay, I know why.” Green said, Red stuck his hands in his pockets and looked down at the ground. 

Instead of retreating, Green got closer right inside of Red’s personal space. He placed his hands on Red’s chest. Red was suddenly worried Green was going to push him. Was he angry? He wouldn’t have had any memories of the championship would he? Maybe he read up on it? Red knew he was physically stronger than Green, but Green had been hurt recently, and he really didn’t want to have to get into a fight with him tonight.

“I may not remember all of the events that took place to get us here, but there’s no way I could forget these feelings.” And with that Green crossed the short distance and pressed his lips to Red’s. 

Wait, what?!

Green pulled away and looked up at Red through his long eyelashes. He leaned up and pressed another chaste kiss to Red’s lips. 

“Sorry Red, I don’t remember anything about you except for how much I love you. I look at you and I get the warmest most wonderful feeling in my chest. I feel like I’m flying on the clouds when I think about you. I love you Red.” Green wrapped his arms around Red’s waist and laid his head against his chest. 

😬 Which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon?

My omegaverse mpreg red one, that's not even published lol (may not ever be published hahaa)

🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success?

probably kudos and hits, but really it's if i go back and reread it over and over again, everything i write is self indulgent so

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

i can't think if it, but there's little phrases or hcs that pop up in a ton of them

📚 Would you ever want to turn writing into a career?

nope i do it for fun, if it became a job it wouldn't be fun anymore, although i am published it's technical accounting writing, and i do eventually plan on getting my phd once princess is older, so maybe? But that writing is research not fiction lol

⌛ How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?

I'm a ridiculously fast typer, 34 words per minute is my average, 10k is a typical length, but my achilles heel is that i skip around a ton from fic to fic, so it may take months to get a fic done even though it's only 12k words

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

I suck at writing battles, working on improving my smut skills though!

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

Yes, cried writing ode to my soulmate, Lost (cried a bunch on that one and ended up calling my cousin and we talked for a few hours because i miss him), then this one break up fic called RIP that i'm not sure how it's going to end, i usually write a happy ending but i might leave them broken up idk

💥 How do you feel about criticism?

I don't handle it well, i don't like it, it makes me not want to write even if it has good intentions, sometimes i'll read wips that stopped posting years ago, and i'll check out the comments on the last chapter and i'll see criticism and it pisses me off cause i think, 'hm did the author give up because of this shitty comment??'

🤭 Do you have a favorite tag to use when posting your works?

I am so bad at tagging, like minimal tagging, i tag triggers but the rest i suck at, i don't do any of the cutesy ones

🥰 How do you feel about reader interaction? Are you open to receiving questions about your fics?

Friends, romans, countrymen, lend me your ear, please do this. i will happily write out a writers commentary of my fics, or maybe if my voice wasn't so annoying i'd make a video with a dramatic reading and a dvd style commentary

[appleciders]

6, 8, 18, 19

beautiful flipped symmetry in these numbers bro thank u!

6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?

ooh, all the time i'm not sure, but i'm a serial bookmarker (LOVE to bookmark something) and i definitely do come back to stuff!! i'm having trouble thinking of names right now. there's just so so much incredible fic out there tbh. if you're willing to do some sifting, here's the full unfiltered (💀) list that's been growing since i was like 14

(oh wait: actually, just remembered one that i do come back to probably at least once a year, until the sun makes the hills its grave. i have no idea how i even found it, given that i only watched the first two seasons of the 100 and i'm missing half the context for it, and i don't know why this one resonates with me so much, but there's a certain kind of mood i get into where i love to reread it)

8. What project(s) are you currently working on?

i haven't been writing too much at the moment! moving and life stuff has thrown a wrinkle in it. i've got a bunch of half-finished ficlets for bad sisters that i don't know if they'll amount to anything bigger, especially bc the response to the last one wasn't super interested. for in-progress projects that have been on new-hyperfixation backburner that i hope to return to, i've got my mary circle of magic au for wn and my lupe butching her way through domesticity fic for aloto

18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?

oh hmm. this chunk from housed as they are has been sticking with me all through this year, so right now i care for it a lot!

“Another part of me can’t stay here.” She tips her face toward Addison, almost apologetic. “Both hurt. But I love too many people to keep away from either.” “So go,” Addison says. “Go and come back.” Like the tide, Maggie thinks. Like the circulation of blood from the heart. Go and come back.

less seriously, i love a lot of the silly little jokes i made in this same fic lol

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

i wish i could give you a chunk from the prompt that's sitting in my inbox, because i do hope to get some wn brain soon to be able to fill it for you!! but here is some mary&lilith from the mary fic i mentioned in the meantime (with bonus shannon)

Lilith makes a face, entirely ungrateful of Mary’s prodigious restraint. She looks around. “Where’s Beatrice?” Shannon and Mary give her matching looks. “Still? Yanna’s hands.” Exasperated, Lilith appeals to the Living Circle god of healing. “One day, the pipes for the private baths will break, and she is going to have to bathe in the trough with the pigs.” Mary shrugs. “She might prefer that. Over you.” Lilith scoffs, splashing a wave of water at Mary. Mary slaps the water to spray her back. Shannon, caught in the crossfire, retaliates by shoving Mary off the bench. Mary grabs Lilith in her attempt to keep purchase. The two of them fall sideways in slow motion, Lilith’s vice grip clenching around Mary’s wrist. They surface, spluttering. “Oh, you–” Mary starts. “Shannon,” Lilith harmonizes. To any outsiders, Shannon would seem placid, at most mildly amused. To the two who know her best, she is utterly, unbearably smug. Mary looks at Lilith. Lilith looks at Mary. As one, they lunge, grabbing Shannon on each side and yanking her in. She lets them; she comes up laughing. All three of them are grinning, then, neck-deep, droplets of warm water hanging like clear beads from their faces. Lilith doesn’t even start a whirlpool, though, as she readily threatens, she could.

[diedinparadice]

Yeah, I could go for a found family multi chapter fic with tagged romantic relationships that aren't explored too deeply, but in that kind of comfortably uncommitted kind of way where you could technically read them as friends since their relationship is mostly just a plot device to advance dialogue and avoid cluttering the story without a surplus of copy and paste friendships. Why do you ask?

[jamiewintons]

Mat Baynton Characters + Someone Walks In On You

Characters: Thomas Thorne, Jamie Winton, Ariel Conroy, Bill Shakespeare, William Agar, Chris Pitt-Goddard

Tags/Warnings: S*xual Content (I don’t really go into details, but the implication is there).

A/N: Requested by an anon, who is apparently trying to help me overcome my embarrassment about writing these kinds of things. Please don’t read if you’re under 18. And as always, reblogs and comments are very much appreciated!

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Thomas Thorne

When someone walks in on the two of you during a private moment, Thomas is embarrassed, of course, but he’s more concerned about you. He’ll try and cover you up to the best of your ability if you’re too shocked to do so yourself. How likely he is to snap at the person who walked in depends on who it is, and how quickly they leave the room, but he’ll definitely be annoyed at the interruption regardless. If someone makes any jokes or comments about it later, he’ll get quite riled up — especially if the comments are aimed towards you — and will probably get into a fight over it.

Jamie Winton

When you and Jamie are interrupted while in bed together, his face goes bright red, and he is likely to get a little bit snappy with whoever it is that walked in, semi-politely asking them to leave (if we’re being realistic, it’s probably Dave, who would definitely think the whole situation is very funny). Once the two of you are alone again, Jamie will be an embarrassed mess, and you’ll have to stop what you were doing to comfort him and assure him that it’s not that bad. He’s mumbling under his breath about how the one time he forgets to lock the door, this is what happens. If he’s reminded of the incident again later, he’ll go all red again and want to leave the room.

Ariel Conroy

Ariel is not happy when someone walks in on the two of you together. He hates that someone else has seen you in such a compromising situation, because you’re his and these kinds of things should be for his eyes only. He’ll definitely end up yelling at whoever walked in, threatening and chastising them for not being polite enough to knock before entering a room. After you’re alone again, he’ll be perfectly willing to get back down to business, but he may be a little bit rougher with you than before due to being so frustrated over other people’s incompetence.

Bill Shakespeare

Bill isn't too bothered about being caught, but he’ll make sure to get the other person out as quickly as possible. Once it’s just the two of you again, he’ll probably crack some dumb joke to try and lighten the mood, though if the joke doesn’t land because you’re feeling too embarrassed, he’ll try his best to comfort you and let you know that you have nothing to be ashamed of. If you want to keep going once you’ve calmed down, he’ll be happy to, but he’ll also be fine to stop if that’s what you want instead.

William Agar

William pretty much goes into shock when someone catches the two of you together, regardless of who it is. He won't be able to get a word out, so you'll have to be responsible for getting the other person to leave and restoring your privacy. He might take a while to settle his nerves enough to be able to speak again, and even then he'll most likely be too shaken to continue what you had been doing, which of course, you're understand. If someone brings up the situation later, he'll go back into shock again.

Chris Pitt-Goddard

Chris isn’t really that embarrassed that you’ve been caught, but he is quite irritated that the intrusion has brought things to a standstill. He’ll be very impatient for the other person to leave so the two of you can continue as soon as possible, and will shoo them out of the room if need be. As soon as they're gone, he'll just look at you with a smile and ask "so, where were we?", and will be very enthusiastic to get straight back to it, almost as if you were never interrupted.

Requests for fics/drabbles, headcanons, and character preferences are currently OPEN!

[secretobsessionstuff]

hi! if you don't mind a request, could you please do a sick/angsty dakota (eg: emeto because or something bad that reminds him of another occasion)? i read you dakota x blair fics, and absolutely love how much they adore each other. you're an excellent writer! <3

Here's an interesting change from my usual fics! Also thank you for that beautiful compliment!! I stared at it for so long!

Content Warning: Traumatic childhood memory involving near-drowning, head injury, blood, unconsciousness, and neglectful parent!! Emeto, graphic descriptions of vomiting!!

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*Please read the CW and do what makes you comfortable* 💙

They kept going back to the same Airbnb because this one was perfect—even if both Dakota and Blair took turns with a stomach bug one weekend at said cabin.

But that was behind them. They were determined to make good memories at this place because they were starting to form a friendly relationship with the owners. 

After some exploring, the two of them stumbled upon a mini beach. It was a fair hike away from the house, but that was okay. Usually by the time they found the secluded beach, they were both ready to jump off the rocks into the water. 

Like most small and private beaches, this one was rocky. There were a few patches of soft sand, but mostly the rocks took over. Dakota and Blair liked this just fine. They jumped off the rocks into the cool water nearly every day that they stayed at the cabin. 

That afternoon, Dakota did not feel like swimming. He preferred to rest in the sun while Blair stayed in the water. His head was swimming enough as it was, overflowing with thoughts from the call he just had with his father.

“Baby, swim with me,” Blair shouted from in the lake. She treaded water to keep herself afloat. Dakota could see that the tips of her shoulders were getting red from the sun. 

He squinted at her, his vision awash with bright afternoon light. “I don’t feel like it.” 

“You’re no fun.” She pouted. “Why’d you have to pick up that call? What did your dad want anyway?” 

“Just wedding stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?” Blair didn’t like his lifeless tone. Moments before his phone call, he’d been bouncing with excitement, eager to make the hike to the beach. Now he was withdrawn, preoccupied. 

“Just...” He sighed. The pebbles and sand at his feet were suddenly the most interesting things in the world. He dragged his foot back and forth in the sand, creating a small trench. He could feel Blair’s gaze on him like the heat from the sun. Fine. He would have to mention it sometime. “Apparently my mom heard about the wedding.” 

“How the hell did she find out?

“Maybe Logan said something.” Dakota’s sister had opened those communications lines a year ago, while him and his father stayed radio silent. Logan couldn’t seem to accept the silence with her mom and broke the no-talking streak. 

“Okay,” Blair said cautiously. “I’m not saying you invite her to the wedding, but maybe you can send her pictures. Can you blame her for asking about it? Her son is getting married and she was the last to know.” 

“She wasn’t supposed to know at all.” His foot scrapped along hard clay at the bottom of the trench he was digging. He grunted and kicked a cloud of sand towards the water. No, no. His mom did not get to show up at the wedding, without having shown up at any other point in his life.

“I’m sorry,” he conceded. “That phone call really ruined my mood. You swim. Have fun. I’m just going to lie here for a bit.” 

He fell back against his towel, trying to find a comfortable position where no rocks poked into his back. The heat of the day was a welcomed distraction. Pretty soon sweat gathered around his nose. He was sure that his bare stomach would turn just as red as Blair’s shoulders. He didn’t care. 

Water lapped against the stones with each wave and each movement that Blair made. She liked to swim back and forth in the small bay made by the rocks. With his eyes closed, he tracked her progress by how far away her heavy breathing got. 

He saw only red on the inside of his eyelids from the sun glaring down on him, but in his head, he saw skinny arms emerging from the water with each front stroke. He and Logan used to swim in a lake like this one, with rocks along the shore in place of sand. Logan was a much stronger swimmer than he was, always beating him to the other side of the rocky bay. 

They spent many good summer days in their secret spot, but Dakota could only remember one day. This one day washed away all others. 

Caught up in that day, Dakota did not immediately realize that the sounds of Blair swimming had stopped. It was quiet, and he was so tired. So tired, he could have fallen asleep. But then his mind realized that something was missing. Some sound. Some presence was lacking. 

He opened his eyes, hoping to spot Blair’s snow blond hair or sun burnt shoulders peeking out of the water. 

There was nothing along the surface.

“Bee?” Dakota stood up quickly. “Blair!?” 

Dakota walked briskly along the rocky shoreline. He couldn’t see her. He couldn’t see anything; the white light of the sun washed away the colours of the landscape. A harsh wave crashed against the rocks, making him jump. The sound was as loud as a crack. The crack of a skull. 

She made a gurgling sound in her throat as water invaded her open mouth. Blood seeped from her head of dark brown hair and dissipated in the water. The wound continued to bleed, creating a trail of red as the waves pushed her body around like a doll. 

She. She. She had dark brown hair like Dakota’s. She had tanned skin like Dakota’s. She floated, face down in the water. 

Dakota—both young and current—jumped into the water. He splashed around, trying to get to something that was out of his reach. 

“Blair," the now Dakota mumbled under his breath. "Blair!?" The water was cold, making his voice quiver. “Where…where’d you go? Bee?” 

The young Dakota reached the spot where his sister floated, unmoving. “No, no.” He dragged Logan out of the water, her head flopping back. He held on tight until he pulled his sister onto the rocks. 

The now Dakota had nothing to hold onto. There was no one in his arms that he could pull to safety. So, he kept searching, thrashing in the water. He plunged his head beneath the surface and opened his eyes. There was only the dark shadows of the rocks and the murky expanse of the lake beyond the bay. That was the now Dakota.

Young Dakota was just that. Young. 

He didn’t know anything about anything, not head injuries, not unconsciousness. He thought he could see Logan breathing but his brain focused only on the fact that she looked dead. Not moving, not responding, not waking up. Dead, to a child. 

The only thing he did know was that he needed someone. The only someone around was his mom, but she was at home. Before ushering her kids out of the house for the day, telling them to stay outside until dinner, she had told them not to bother her. She had said she was sick that day and didn’t care where they went as long as they went. 

Dakota—young and current—yelled. 

“Blair!” 

“Anybody!” the shrill, tiny voice of a boy. 

“Blair!” the deep, yet strained voice of a worried man. 

“Help!” 

Only the now Dakota got a response.

The young Dakota, not knowing what else to do, ran home in his flipflops and bathing suit, praying this his mom wouldn’t be in one of her sleepy moods. Those moods made the whole house smell sour and lonely.

The now Dakota froze in place when someone replied.

“What?” Blair came running out of the tree line. “Dakota, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” 

“Oh my God,” he breathed out as he crawled onto the shore. He wanted to run to Blair, but his knees gave out and he crashed onto the sand. Rocks pierced his knees. “I thought…I thought—I don’t know what just happened. I thought you were gone. I don’t—”

“Shh, shh, honey. Calm down,” Blair said, taking his face in her hands. Her eyes were wild with concern. She knelt down on the sand with him. “I’m right here.” She hugged him to her chest. 

Dakota’s shoulders hitched with each shallow breath. “Are you alright?” he asked, running his hands over her body. He checked her head, not finding any blood. There were no scraps along her stomach from where the water pushed her against the rocks because that had not happened to her. There were no gashes running down her legs because Dakota had not needed to yank her from the pool of water. 

“Of course, I’m alright. It’s you I’m worried about.” She grabbed his wrists to get him to stop moving, to stop checking her body for non-existent wounds. She held his hands firmly in hers. Her eyes darted back and forth, looking intently at him. “What happened, Kota? You look terrified.” 

Dakota swallowed thickly.

The young Dakota had only just arrived at his house and threw open the door. The kid would soon find his mom, draped over the couch like a smelly, threadbare blanket. No matter how hard he jostled her or how loud he yelled for her to help, she would keep waving him away. Her eyes would be drooping and unfocused. She would tell him to shut the hell up and go and play with his sister. 

“Dakota?” Blair said, pulling him back to the now. She put a hand on his cheek, watching the colour drain from his face. “You don’t look well.” 

“I’m gonna be sick,” he mumbled before doubling over and heaving his lunch on the ground between them. 

“Whoa, okay,” Blair said, grabbing hold of his shoulders. A sharp spasm went through his whole body, making him shake as a sludge of vomit splattered onto the sand. Considering they’d been hugging seconds before, much of the sick got on Blair as well. 

Dakota cough and burped up the food in his stomach at the same time that his younger self would have run out into the street, shouting for help. The kid’s cheeks would be wet with tears, much like Dakota’s cheeks were now with tears of exertion squeezing out of his eyes.

He moaned, feeling like every part of his body was being crushed. The pain in his belly was deep, so deep it came from a place that he didn’t recognize. Pressure threatened to make his head pop. The memory had been sitting there on the surface since that phone call and it found a way to force itself out. 

He gagged and sputtered as another wave of sick came rushing out. It was like his body was having a sale. Everything must go. All the pain. All the toxins that bubbled in his gut. All the resentment. It had to come out whether Dakota wanted it to or not. 

So too, came out the tears. Not tears of exertion, but of hurt.

“Ugh Blair, he whimpered. “I was so scared.” Dakota wasn’t sure he was talking about the past or the present, but it didn’t matter because the sentiment applied to both. “…and alone.” 

“You’re not alone anymore,” she said, rubbing his back. He was still dripping wet from jumping in the lake, and now he was shivering uncontrollably. Blair grabbed his towel and wrapped it round his torso. She rubbed her hands along his arms, trying to warm him up. 

“Here, sit down. That’s it.” She made him sit, away from the puddle of vomit, and continued to rub his back. “I’m right here. You’re not alone.” 

“I thought you got hurt in the water, and then I couldn’t see you and I panicked,” he rambled. “Where did you go?” 

“Well, you were asleep, and I didn’t want to wake you, so I took a walk by myself.” 

“I fell asleep?” Dakota asked, very confused by the news. He thought he’d been awake the entire time that she swam, but that must not have been the case.

“Yeah. Did you have a bad dream or something?” she asked. “Something must have spooked you because it’s not like you to panic like that.” 

“Not exactly,” Dakota said, looking at his hands. “It wasn’t a bad dream, just…a bad memory.” 

Dakota told her the entire thing. About lifting his unconscious sister out of the water, begging his mom to get up and help him, being thrown back out onto the street for being too loud. He explained that eventually his neighbour came driving down the street and noticed Dakota running back to the lake. Mr. Ruth called an ambulance then drove Dakota and himself to the spot where Logan was still unconscious. Dakota remembered throwing up in Mr. Ruth’s car as they sped back to his sister. He still had the taste of vomit in his mouth when the ambulance came. 

“Obviously she was fine, but it still stuck with me,” he admitted. “And with everything going on with the wedding and thinking about my mom, I guess it just came back up” —he nodded to the pile of sick drying on the sand— “literally.” He sniffled. “I’m sorry if I freaked you out.” 

“There’s nothing to apologize for, babe,” Blair said softly. She grabbed his hand and brought it to her lips for a kiss. She was reassured by the fact that he seemed to be breathing normally again. “How are you feeling?” 

“Like I just got punched in the stomach.” 

She chuckled and leaned her head on his shoulder. “So, about that walk home…” 

“Just…just stay.” He sounded so tired. “Here. With me for little longer.” 

[imatechbummerliketomholland]

sorry seems to be the hardest word - h.o

Word count: 3171

Warning: angst, swear

Pairing : harrison osterfield

Request: no.

N/A: It took me so long to write this. I remember i asked @soft-haz to write something with the "sorry seems to be the hardest word" vibe, it was so good! But i wanted to write something by myself too. Remember, english is not my first language, so be kind if you spot mistakes, i really try my best. Italics parts are flashbacks

Thanks to @petersasteria because she correct a big part of this fic! Love you. Don't hesitate to tell me what you think of the fic! Love you all! xx

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part 2 (harry hollad x reader) - part 3 (harry holland x reader)

The few rays of sunshine in London today and England's victory over the Croats had improved your mood. Tom and Harry were home as soon as the game was over, they found you sitting on the couch with a glass of wine. You hadn't wanted to join them at the bar for obvious reasons: to keep your privacy as much as possible. Living with four boys was not easy, but living with four boys, one of whom was a world-famous actor and another in the midst of the media boom, was even more so. Of course, fans knew that Tom, Harrison, Harry, and Tuwaine had a female roommate. But you've always managed to never appear with your face uncovered in any media activity of your four-favorite divs.

The bottle was already nearly empty and you were already on your drunken streak, not wanting to stop when two of your drinking buddies had just entered. What a good opportunity to continue the evening.

"Will you join me, boys?"

“Mmm yeah, sure, love.” Harry said.

But a problem presented itself to you: the boys drank beer, you drank wine. You had two options now: either open a new bottle of wine for yourself or continue the evening with beer. Your eyes turned to your glass, spilling the rest of the bottle into your jug before swallowing it dry. Harry had a stunned expression on his face as Tom smirked.

"I see hanging out with us leaves its mark."

"You wish, Holland. I knew how to do it before I even knew you existed."

"You've known me since I was 19."

"And you think I waited for you to learn how to drink?"

"Fair enough."

You met the boys in a pub. You’ll never tell Nikki that, when you met them, her precious twins drank too many beers even if they weren’t old enough to drink (technically, they weren’t criminals, drinking beer at 16 is legal and come on, it’s England!)

❀❀❀

So, you met the boys in a pub. It was one of the nights when your friends and you wanted to drink until you're blackout drunk. You were in that pub/club, looking up after one of your friends. She had detected some pretty boys in the back and left you there, alone. You moved around the room without paying attention: glass in hand, your phone you stared at in the other. You suddenly felt an arm blocking your chest with force. The surprise had made you drop your glass.

“What the heck?!?”

“You will not pass, miss.”

“Oh yeah? Why? Is the pope there?” You said sarcastically

The man who stood in your way raised an eyebrow and you looked at him, waiting for a response.

“You are very funny. It’s a VIP space.”

“Once again, why is that?”

“None of your business.”

“Actually, I don't care if Sir Elton John is in that bar or if it's even the Queen of England. I'm just looking for my friend: tall, blonde, balloon-sized fucking boobs, red dress."

“Not seen."

You sighed. The situation annoyed you to the highest point. You had lost your friend and that big asshole had broken your glass. The man in front of you seemed to be marble. Short answer, arms crossed, and an imposing posture. All you wanted tonight was just to have fun. You didn't care that God-knows-who, any famous or rich enough to book a VIP space, was in that bar.

"Would the asshole that hired you tonight, at least be kind enough to buy me the glass you broke with your bullshit?"

From his side, Harry had noticed the altercation. He then walked towards you, he laughed when he heard you insult his brother through the bouncer's fault. And as the Colossus' bodyguard was about to tell you that you could always dream of getting that free drink, Harry spoke up.

“The asshole, maybe not directly. But the asshole's brother. Certainly. It will be on his check anyway.”

“For God's sake, what are you waiting for then?”

And just like that, you met the boys. Harry paid you for the glass that the other jerk broke, invited you to this precious VIP space and you could talk and dance the night away. You had exchanged your social media and over time, your phone numbers. And as fast as you couldn't imagine, you had found yourself stuck in an apartment with four adorable idiots as roommates.

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"Hey, y/n, where are the others?" Harry asked.

You grumbled and grabbed the beer the curly had just opened. He protested as you took a sip. Tom gave you a curious look and you frowned behind your bottle.

"y/n?”

"I don't know where T is, but Harrison's gone on a date with Gracie."

The two brothers exchanged a look heard in the face of the bitterness they had perceived in your voice. It was no longer much of a secret that you had feelings for Harrison. You had feelings for Tom's best friend for almost as long as you'd met him. Harry had noticed it first, because you were much closer to him than to Tom. The actor had understood at the start of an evening, at the beginning of the relationship between Harrison and his girlfriend.

However, you didn't hate Gracie. She was beautiful, kind, and very funny. She really brought out the best in Harrison, she made him happy and you could see that because of the distinct smile on his face. You didn't hate her; she just wasn't you and you just weren't her. And that was the whole problem. Jealousy consumed you and you hated yourself for it.

“Are you alright, darling?” Tom asked you since silence filled the room after your last sentence.

"I'll be fine after one more drink" you simply answered.

You took a sip of the beer you stole from Harry. Drowning in alcohol was certainly not the solution. But you just wanted to forget the blond a bit for tonight. Tom's worried look made you roll your eyes.

"Oh come on, Tom. Don't give me those eyes. I will be fine ..."

“Yeah, sure.” he said with a doubt.

"Can we just watch a silly movie or play a silly game to make my night better?"

Harry seemed to hear you as he shrugged and took a sip of his drink. He knew you by heart. At this point, he really considered you his best friend. So he knew you needed something to clear your mind. Something where your mind should be quick to think about.

“One,” he said nonchalantly.

"Two" you responded with a huge smile on your face.

"You are both stupid." the Holland elder complained about the game you had just started.

"You say that because you're a lousy actor who can't remember his lines. Play Holland!"

"Three". He capitulated.

And you continued like this until 21. Then, there followed a multitude of rule additions each time you reach the number 21. The 7 turned into "I'm a poor liar", the 18 into "I'd rather kiss a guinea pig" ... And every time one of you made a mistake, he drank. After an hour, the game looked like a strange conversation from the outside.

"Squirrels are scary, man." Harry said, mimicking his older brother.

"Black Widow is the best president of the United States" Tom said

"But she’s a bad lay." you responded, with a fake sigh of disappointment

"I'd rather kiss a guinea pig"

"Because you have no taste"

"Twenty"

It was at this precise moment, in the middle of the conversation, that Harrison decided to enter the living room. His blissful smile gave way to an air of amazement and disbelief at the talk between his three roommates. It was Tom who first noticed his best friend. He nodded to greet him. Harrison wore a simple black t-shirt with chinos. You took a look at your roommate and your cheeks flushed a little more than they already were.

"Hello mate! How was your date?" asked Tom with a big smile on his face

"Awesome. Can't believe it will be a year in 3 freaking days." Harrison said.

You could see his large smile, and blissful air. He was sweating happiness and although you were happy for him, it tore your heart. You purse your lips to avoid comment. Harry spoke up.

"We're playing 21. Do you want to land with us?"

"In fact, you can take my place." You got up from the couch and walked over to the kitchen to drop off your beer drain. Harrison frowned as Tom exchanged a new look with his brother.

"y/n, you can stay, It's an unlimited players game." Harry almost begged.

"No, I'm tired. I'm going to take a shower and then go to bed."

“y/n” Harrison tried to call you to hold you back a little longer.

But you were already gone. You've never climbed the stairs so fast to run away from your roommate/best friend. Harrison looked at Tom and Harry, worried about your behavior. The curly one just shrugged his shoulders as his brother shook his head, silent. They weren't intending to get involved in this. You were the only master of your feelings and the time you'll decide to confess them to Harrison. That is why they preferred to be quiet.

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You spent the whole next week to avoid Harrison as much as possible. Established more distance with him was your solution to protect yourself from your feelings especially after his one-year anniversary date with Gracie and his absolute cute instagram post. It broke you down. Your heart was in peace but you couldn't blame him or his girlfriend. You were in love with the wrong guy, that's all.

But you couldn't hide from him forever. After all, you both lived in the same house, you had the same friends. So, it was hard to pretend he didn't exist.

Today was not your lucky day. You bumped into him in the kitchen. That was his opportunity to hold you down. He grabbed you by the shoulders, preventing you from burying yourself. Now he would finally find out what was wrong with you. Because Harrison wasn't a fool. He had noticed that you acted with him differently. Your behavior remained unchanged towards the other boys in the house.

“y/n. Don’t avoid me; please, please y/n, look at me”

You have plunged your eyes into its bewitching blue irises. Big mistake. You were drowning now in the turmoil of your feelings for the blonde. He had always had that effect on you, always. Tears started to bead at the corners of your eyes, you were biting your lip to hold back the torrent of tears that was already beginning to flow. Harrison's throat tightened at the sight of you like that and his hold on your shoulders slowly loosened.

“I hate seeing you like this. Please talk to me” he almost begged you

“Harrison…” your voice struggle as soon you pronounced his name.

“Please darling…tell me what’s goin’ on”

As a perfect angel, Tom was the one who saved you by interrupting this quick talk. You wiped away your tears with the end of your sleeve and run away to your room. Harrison sighed in despair. He didn't understand why you were running away from him like the plague.

“Dude, do you know why she's like that. What did I do? » He finally asked to Tom.

"I can't tell you Haz. She's the only one having the right to tell you about this"

"Bullshit. Fuck you all." Harrison said, frustrated.

Then he just quit, leaving the kitchen.

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Sunday came and Tom asked you all to spend the night with him before his LA trip the next evening. It was a normal night with friends. And despite your pent-up feelings and wanting to avoid Harrison at all costs, you didn't want to miss Tom, he was your friend.

There was only the usual gang: Harry, Tuwaine, Tom (obviously) and you. But the tension was felt within the group. The lingering unspoken words about your feelings for Harrison were beginning to weigh on all of your friendship. It was so bad that it hurts to stay in the same room as Harrison. All you could see was his constant happiness, this wonderful man he had always been but in a more radiant version of himself. And you weren't the cause of that. You hated it, you hated being selfish that much. You were ready to sacrifice your friendship with the young Netflix actor for two reasons: you wanted to protect yourself ... and you weren't ready to be that obstacle in the midst of Harrison and Grace's happiness.

You were in the kitchen with Harry, pretending to help him with drinks and snacks. The curly boy could see you dragging your feet, repeating like a mantra this phrase "come on, you can do it ... do it for Tom, it's his night. Don’t be selfish, you can make it." And you really wanted it ... have a good time with your friends.

Sometimes Harry felt guilty for introducing Gracie to Harrison. They worked together as set PA in 2018 and became close friends but not as close as you were with him. You considered him like your best friend. It made sense for him to feel a bit responsible for your broken heart. But you never said a word about it.

“I’m sorry, y/n” confessed Harry.

“For what?” you simply responded.

"For having hampered your happiness. I was stupid to introduce Grace to Harrison and ignore your feelings. I wanted to help my friend. "

"Bullshit Harry. Never apologize for that. You've been a great friend to Harrison."

"But not for you."

"Who cares?" you asked, trying to minimize your feelings

"Me ... you are one of my best friend y/n"

"Just like Harrison is your best friend. Don't apologize for making him happy. Fuck, I'm the one who should apologize." You said, with a tone of anger and despair in your voice

And that's how you crack, breaking in all your sensitivity. You couldn't hold back your tears from falling as you blasted everything that was on your heart. You don't even realize that Harrison is a few feet behind your back. The weight of your feelings, your anxieties explode in the kitchen as when a cup is dropped on the immaculate tiled floor.

“What I got to do to make him love me? What I got to do to make him care? Not as the sweet friend Harry. I’m deeply in love with him and it’s gonna drive me insane! What I got to do to make him want me? Huh Harry, can you tell me? All those question in my head…and no answer to that. And you know what? It's sad, sad situation…more than that it’s a shitty situation, because I'm getting away from him and it makes us sick. Because I'm unable to tell him why.”

“You just told me.” Harrison finally said.

You jumped for a second before you froze. Harry is caught off guard and rushes into the living room stammering an apology. You are trapped. You are trapped and you can hear the footsteps of your roommate coming closer to you, so close, that now you can feel his breath on the back of your neck. Gently, he places his hands on your arms and exerts pressure for you to face him.

"You love me"

"It depends ..." you replied with difficulty

"On what?"

"On what you heard before."

"Enough that you can't contradict me."

Her thin smile doesn't help you relax. Instead, you look down, admiring your two pairs of feet. You felt like being stripped naked and you didn't like that feeling. If you could have kept this secret in your grave. But now he knew and you felt even heavier than the Titanic.

"So ... is that it? Nothing more to tell me?"

"What do you want me to add to what you've already heard?"

"Sorry?" he tried.

"For what?"

"For what? y/n are you kidding me? Sorry for being distant with me, maybe? Sorry for hiding all these things from you? Sorry for not trusting our friendship to come to me and speak?" he exploded…

"What would that have been for, Harrison? You don't love me back…" you screamed back.

"I ... I’m ..."

"See, sorry seems to be the hardest word."

After that last ironic reply, silence fell in the kitchen. So was that it? Was that how your friendship was to end? The great giants of the universe had reserved this dramatic scene for you to break years of bonding. You didn't know how to get out of this situation. You didn't even know if there was a few more things to save. You were broken and had just spoiled the happiness of one of your best friends.

Harrison was silent. He seemed to be probing your body, your attitude, analyzing any gesture that might give him the opportunity to take a step towards you. But the solution was there, finding everything ... It was enough, for both of you, to swallow your pride.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?" you echo your previous conversation

"Sorry for not feeling the same as you. For not being who you want me to be to you."

"You know ... I don't hate her."

"What?" he asked, confused.

"Gracie. I don't hate her. She makes you really happy. I just hate the jealousy I feel towards her… I hate that I am not her. But I don’t hate her, she's a really good girl."

A small smile dawned on Harrison's lips, the blonde toyed nervously with his fingers and the ring he always wore as an accessory.

"Yeah ... yeah she's great."

"I'm really sorry ... about everything."

"It's ok. We don't control how we feel. I..I can understand"

"Yeah..."

"y/n?" he tried; a little bit shy about what he’s gonna ask.

"Mhmm?"

"Do you think we can be friends again?"

You bow your head, taking a minute to think. Was everything really broken? Were you going to be able to rebuild a solid friendship after this conversation? Were you going to be able to squeeze out your feelings? You sighed before plunging into those beautiful blue eyes that you loved so much.

"Maybe. I hope so with all my heart."

"I hope so too. And I hope you find someone like I found Grace."

"You can always dream. You dripping with love, it's impossible to find someone like you two."

"Don't despair. He might be closer than you think."

He winked at you and you looked at him confused. But after a few seconds, a smile appeared at the corner of your lips. No, you had no hope of him talking about him. But you were happy, because that little sentence opened the door for you to a bond that you were trying to find.

[hobipaint]

Sunshine, Inc. - Masterlist [hiatus]

summary: Every trip for Hoseok is the same. Show them around, take pictures, let them eat, souvenirs, back home. It's easy to smile while doing this, but over the years, he's been on the same route - travelling the world the same way, chasing the sun in one direction. It's only obvious that his awe has reduced. To his surprise, though, there's someone who can rival his disinterest - you.

↳ pairing : hoseok x female reader

↳ genres: fluff, angst, world tour! au

↳ disclaimers: mild cursing, discussions of mental health. warnings will be given at the beginning for each chapter.

a/n: hey there, you! this fic is currently on hiatus because I have once again been thrown on the loop de loop called exams. chapters are currently in work, but I have big ideas and even bigger drafts rn so idk when its going to come back. till then, please be patient! thank you so much for being here 💞

• Destinations:

Hey there!

Welcome to Sunshine, Inc.!

Here, we give you the list of cities for our world tour package we call Strands of Colours™. In this tour, there'll be fun, adventures, food, and maybe, some romance?

Any conditions about the travel will be mentioned alongside the cities as we travel - so rest assured as our capable team takes care of your travels.

We hope you have a wonderful trip, and thank you for choosing Sunshine, Inc.!

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• We begin with our pick up from Los Angeles - in case you're from outside LA, we can arrange for pickups from there as well. No biggie. Your necessary flight details shall be emailed to you with utmost attention paid to your preferences. Just sit back and relax; envision yourself in the flight that will begin your trip.

here is the mood you'll want in this city!

• We head on to London, the capital of the United Kingdoms, home to the Brits. Here, our tour guides shall take you along with locals to showcase the finest sights in a city that holds thousands of years of history. Lose yourself amidst the flowers that line the city's numerous parks, feel like royalty near Birmingham, and of course - try the London Eye!

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• Next up: the French capital, Paris. Singles and couples, prepare yourself for the abundance of romance that is carefully sprinkled in the air of the city of love. Trace years of French history with heritage walks lined through the heart of the city- including a visit to the majestic Louvre. Our local guides shall also showcase to you how to experience a true Parisian experience, comme les français.

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• Welcome to the city that holds the legacy of European football, Madrid! Tingle your party sense in the hubbub of Madrid's active nightlife, with evening strolls that show the beauty of the Spanish city. Find peace in the day with the cooling gardens and fountains of the Buen Retiro Park and the Crystal Park. Find various flavours hidden in the delicious streetfood of the city, different from the rest of the world - a truly unique experience.

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• A city rich with history, welcome to Berlin. Our local guides shall take you back through numerous pages of the city's story, the good and bad, pleasing your senses with architectural beauties like Brandenburg Gate or Reichstag. Watch the numerous memorials of the wars this city has faced, and wonder at the beauty and peace of the city today. All while being accompanied by the best in German food.

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• After all the heat, we take you to the coolness of Zurich, Switzerland. Let us take you through one of the most luxurious cities in the world, at the foot of the Alps and home to Lake Zurich. Its numerous art galleries and museums will be sure to be of your fancy, and of course, loads of Swiss chocolate will be available for you!

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• When in Rome, do as the Romans do! Let our guides show you around this marvelous city and its beauty that transcends generations. Enjoy popular attractions like the Colosseum and the Spanish steps, and the Italian grace that lines the cobbled pathways of the city. Also, visit the Vatican city, just a 15 minute walk from the heart of Rome.

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• Get a feel of the Ancient Greeks in Athens while walking through its streets, aeons of power and tradition shining in its history. See the Greek architectures that are the fame of this city, interspersed with its bustling night life and modern lifestyle. There are surprises hidden in around every corner in this city - showcased to you through customized tour packages that you can choose.

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• Where Europe meets Asia, welcome to Istanbul! Experience the archaic yet modern vibe of the city, its colourful architecture and its leisurely pace. Visit the historic Silk Market, the beginning of the Silk Route; also, don't forget to join us while visiting the famed Spice Bazaar, Bursa and the other exciting destinations in this one-of-a-kind city.

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• An ultra modern city, Dubai has proven itself as one of the most indulgent, glamorous and progressive cities in the world. Home to marvels like the Burj Khalifa, Atlantis, while showcasing the beauty of the deserts surrounding the city - let yourself soak the opulence of this city while navigating its multiple shopping areas; all the help of our guides, of course.

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•The city that never sleeps, Mumbai is sure to awaken all your senses. The Gateway of India, this city will give you a chance to see all of its cultures mingle in one place. Watch the life of the city through its numerous theatres and galleries. Experience the hubbub of one of the most populated cities in the world along with its savoury street food with the help of our guides.

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• Next, we visit Shanghai, the modern yet quaint capital of China. Take walks around the Bund and its 52 unique buildings, or visit the Yu Garden and the Jade Buddha temple. Soak yourself in classical Chinese art at the Shanghai Cultural Museum and more places - all carefully planned for you by our guides.

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• Right in time for the cherry blossoms, Seoul will lead us to a spring fairyland that is filled with the natural beauty of the mountains surrounding it. The city also houses massive markets that boast of sumptuous street food and vibrant clothing, and tourist attractions like the Seoul Tower - don't miss out on any!

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• An ultra-modern city, Tokyo boasts of multiple museums, festivals, internationally appreciated cuisine and sports clubs. This city is also rich in music and theater, with rock and pop concerts, dramas, musicals and symphony orchestras. The city also forms a base to explore all of Japan - pieces of which shall be showcased to you on this tour.

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• Bangkok is a fascinating city: crowded, noisy, colourful and exciting. There are wonderful, ancient temples and sites, and modern malls that boast of high fashion lined in their shops. The tour shall also be including a visit to Phuket, as a getaway - be sure to be there!!

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•Home to the Merlion, Singapore has been well known as a tourist destination for decades now. The city's simplicity in transport and beautiful architecture have made it a favourite, and the variance in attractions - from the Gardens by the Bay and Singapore Zoo to Orchard Road and Clarke Quay - makes it a wonderful place to visit. We'll make sure that you don't miss out on any!!

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• Bali - the name of the city itself brings thoughts of tropical airs, sizzling peanuts, roaring mopeds and the gentle gamelan music. This city is hailed as one of the most popular tourist islands in the Indonesian archipelago, and with all good reasons only. Come and explore more about this island along with us in an all new style.

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• The oldest of Australian cities, Sydney brings about a wonderful mingling of chic modern styles and energetic adventure. The city is home to famous destinations like the Opera House, and is packed with activities for everyone to give a try! Make sure you don't miss out on any while travelling with us.

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•Finally, we make the trip back home to LA, where you'll be dropped back to your homes. We hope you will enjoy the your with us, and keep travelling with Sunshine, Inc. Thank you for your time!!

a/n: this is the masterlist for Sunshine, Inc. clicking on the cities will lead you to the chapter for that particular city -if it is confusing, feel free to leave a comment about the same! Thank you for reading 💞💞 Also, if you want to be added to the taglist you can leave a comment or ask for the same! love, hazel 🤗

[lifeofkaze]

When Stars Ignite - Chapter 14

HPHM Rockstar AU

A/N: Katriona Cassopeia (in mention) belongs to the gorgeous @kc-and-oc

General Warning: This whole fic has a general warning of being NSFW / 18+. We will give specific warnings for every chapter in itself, but several adult themes will be more or less present in every chapter, may it be explicitly or in mention. These include sexual topics, drug abuse, (ab)use of alcohol, smoking and a whole lot of cursing.

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Find the masterpost here, the previous chapter here and the next one here. The songs featured before every chapter can be found on this pretty badass playlist here.

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This work is a collaboration with @the-al-chemist

Taglist: @slytherindisaster @carewyncromwell @night-rhea @thatravenpuffwitch

Man, we were killin' time We were young and restless We needed to unwind I guess nothin' can last forever Forever, no… ~ Bryan Adams - Summer of ‘69 ~

Much to his relief, Orion’s fear of having been discovered seemed to prove unwarranted. Skye was a direct person, never shy to speak her mind; if she had truly seen something not meant for her eyes during the interview, Orion was sure she’d have already come and spoken to either of them.

But nothing of the sort had happened. She had acted just like she always did and his first surge of worry had died down again. Sometimes even the most focused mind was prone to being tricked and, as he had to admit to himself, focus was something he found himself lacking in these days.

It wasn’t only because of Lizzie’s teasing getting riskier that he found his mind wandering more often than not. Ever since the show they were meant to be playing for the children from the foster system had shown its face on the horizon, an ever present restlessness had been growing in Orion.

Dreams that he had pushed to the edges of his mind a long time ago had started haunting him again; they kept coming back whenever they held an event stirring the buried memories of his childhood. He loved seeing the light in the children’s faces when they were spending time with them; he knew it was a rare sight, after all. The emotional mess Orion carried back with him afterwards was the dark side of the coin, however.

The charity event was scheduled for the next day; they were to play a small acoustic set for the children in the afternoon and their regular show only a few hours later on top. To keep their spirits high before the double load, Ethan had scheduled a day off for them.

The weather was still uncharacteristically hot and so most of the band and crew had found themselves at the small pool on the rooftop of their hotel. Much to everyone’s surprise, even Artemis had joined them.

Charlie had followed Skye’s advice to take Artemis for drinks a few days prior. He had been unusually tight-lipped about it when they had asked him how it had gone down.

“It was good,” he had shrugged, “told you she’s not as bad as you all think.”

While the young pyro tech still kept her distance from the rest of them, Orion had seen her chatting with Charlie outside of their work on stage since then. He was glad she seemed to be taking a step into the right direction, lowering her armour even for the tiniest bit.

But Artemis’ tentative attempts at integrating herself with their group lounging by the pool were counteracted as soon as she took her shirt off. Everett audibly wolf-whistled at her black bikini with surprisingly colourful patterns crisscrossing it. Her withering glare was met with a lewd grin as Artemis picked up her stuff and dumped it on the deckchair farthest away from them.

Lizzie gave Everett a smack on the back of his head. “Well done, Ev, you’ve scared her away. I wanted to have a chat with her.”

Everett looked at her over the rim of his sunglasses. “I’m not stopping you. Two beauties in bikinis getting close? Who would I be to object? You could rub her back with sunscreen.”

He laughed to himself. “If Artemis isn’t up for it, I’m always here for you, gorgeous.”

A hint of the same irritation Orion felt flickered over Lizzie’s face. “You’re a real mood today.”

She got up from her own deckchair and started over in Artemis’ direction anyway, but was stopped by Charlie catching onto her wrist.

“Woah, where are you going, little rockstar?”

“Go and talk to Artemis, see if I can convince her to come over if Ev shuts up.” She gave the singer lounging in his chair a dark look.

“Nah, I don’t think so,” Charlie said and pulled her down next to him. “Trust me, if you push her you’ll be the one scaring her away. She’ll come over if she wants to.”

Lizzie opened her mouth to object but Charlie shook his head. “You can’t force her, sunshine.”

“Fine,” Lizzie snorted, not pleased by the situation, “so what’re we gonna do now?” She nodded in the direction of the pool. “Anyone up for a round of water polo?”

Everett declined, preferring to seek a better place to tan, while Merula did the opposite and withdrew to the shade with a book. So it was Charlie, Lizzie, Andre and Skye who made their way to the water. Orion would have joined them, but he was preoccupied with some ideas that had been floating around in his head since that morning; he wanted to write them down before he’d forget them.

He was lying on his stomach on his deckchair, notebook open in front of him, but found it hard to concentrate. The match of water polo going on in the pool had turned into some kind of wrestling match, like it always did eventually. Lizzie and Skye were sitting on Charlie’s and Andre’s shoulders respectively, trying to knock the other into the water; a lot of giggling and shouting was involved as they fought for the upper hand.

What really distracted him though, was the way the sunlight was refracting in the water droplets on Lizzie’s skin when she moved. It let her slender body shimmer, her tan she always got so quickly in the summer months a beautiful contrast to the vibrant red of her bikini. Her wet hair looked a lot darker than it actually was and it was clinging to her back.

Skye almost managed to knock her off Charlie’s shoulder and Lizzie laughed as she righted herself again. It was the kind of laugh that made her stand out amongst all the others, bright and captivating. It gave her an aura that was impossible to escape, drawing eyes whenever she entered a scene. She had the ability to light up a whole room with her smile, as fresh and beautiful as a sunrise.

“I’d say I’m 95.9 % sure what you’re staring at, my friend,” Orion suddenly heard the voice of Murphy next to him, “or should I rather say who?”

Orion tried not to let his surprise show; he had been so lost in thought that he hadn’t heard his best friend approach. “Your meaning is obscure to me,” he answered evasively. “I’m simply trying to work here.”

Murphy couldn’t hide his smirk. “When you’re working, your attention is usually 87.5 % focused on your work, more if no one is distracting you. Four out of five times you don’t even react when spoken to.” He glanced down at the mostly blank page of Orion’s notebook. “Today I’d say your focus is reduced to abysmal 30.9 %.” Never missing a detail, his eyes flicked to the still on-going wrestling match in the pool.

With a sigh, Orion closed his notebook and rested his head on his arms. Murphy was far too observant to be lied to, but he didn’t have to know all the details either.

He indicated their laughing friends with a slight nod of his head. “It is good that our friends are having a great time, it strengthens their bond of friendship. But they are making a lot of noise, it’s bound to draw attention.”

The dismissive sound Murphy was making clearly showed that he wasn’t buying it. “It’s obvious they’re distracting you. But from what I’ve seen, 95.5 % of the time you’ve spent looking at them were devoted to one of the pairs, and while I do have to admit that Andre’s new gold bangles are surprisingly flashy and apparently water resistant, I highly doubt it was him that drew your attention, same goes for Skye, although her hair usually is an eye catcher, I’ll give you that. That leaves Charlie and dear Lizzie, and last time I checked, you weren’t one for redheads, that’s more my thing. Not that I want to say I find Charlie particularly attractive, although some might say so, but I digress. So only one option remains, and as the one and only master of logical deductions, the great Sherlock Holmes, once said, ‘Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable…”

“...must be the truth’,” Orion finished with a sigh. “I know the quote. You're quoting numbers all day every day, do you really feel the need to go into literature as well now?"

Ignoring him, Murphy was grinning from ear to ear, clearly satisfied with his conclusions. “Is there something you want to tell me?”

Orion wasn’t answering immediately; he didn’t like Murphy’s prying at all. “Are you done, Detective McNully?”

“Fine, don’t answer me then, I don’t need confirmation,” Murphy snorted. “The stats never lie, my friend.”

Orion rolled his eyes, hoping Murphy wouldn’t delve into another one of his statistical sprees. Although he was right in that his numbers were seldom wrong, Orion himself preferred a more open-minded view of his surroundings to Murphy’s cold, analytical observations; especially, if these observations were directed at his own behaviour.

But of course, Murphy wasn’t deterred. “To the attentive observer, which of course you know that I am, all the facts are there. Eight out of ten times your mood changes for the better when Lizzie enters the room. Seven out of ten times she starts smiling when she looks at you. You two look at each other during shows and soundtracks 46.4 % more often than at the others and yes, I factored out the times when you need to because of the cues she’s giving you, thanks a lot for asking. You hug each other at the end of the shows significantly longer as well. When you leave the backstage area, you’re never leaving together but almost always in close succession.”

The blond sound technician crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Are you really sure there isn’t anything you want to tell me?”

Orion was more than a little shocked at all the facts Murphy had just thrown at him. “I had no idea it was that obvious.”

Murphy shrugged, a sly smile appearing on his face. “Only to me. You’ve been my best friend for as long as I can remember, and my above average observational skills, which of course not everyone possesses, solved 82.3 % of the mystery.”

“What’s with the rest?”

“What I can offer in facts, I sometimes lack in interpreting. Katriona connected the dots.”

“Obviously,” Orion sighed.

“So, what’s the deal with you two? Are you dating?” A frown appeared on Murphy’s face. “I thought you had a clause about this in your contracts. Ethan’s not going to like this.”

Orion vehemently shook his head. “No, you got that wrong. We’re not dating, everything is just like it has always been. We’re just enjoying additional pastimes, which - I’ll give you that - may exceed a regular friendship.”

He looked at Murphy intently. “No one besides you knows about this, and I would appreciate it if it stayed that way.”

Murphy made a non-committal sound. “Of course this doesn’t include Katriona.”

“As if any of us could keep a secret from her.”

“I normally don’t go for absolutes but that’s 100 % true,” Murphy laughed. He looked at Orion curiously. “So how long has this thing between you and Lizzie been going on now?”

“A while,” Orion answered evasively.

“The definition of ‘a while’ ranges from two weeks to up to a year. Judging by my numbers, it’s definitely not the former. Doesn’t sound like a short lived fling to me.”

“I wouldn’t call it a fling,” Orion said; it was surprisingly hard to put what was going on between them into words. “But we’re definitely not emotionally involved with each other. It’s not a matter of the heart, more of a physical extension built on the base of our friendship.”

Murphy leaned back into his wheelchair and grinned. “The old classic, friends with benefits.”

“If that’s the label you want to stick on it.”

Murphy hummed in response, following Orion’s gaze to the pool again. His voice was quieter when he spoke this time. “Do you really think that’s a good idea?”

“Why wouldn’t it be? We are both on the same page about it.”

“Just saying, things like these seldomly work out as well as they start. Approximately 89.6 % of physical relationships end in chaos, tears or both.”

The memory of his own initial worry emerged in the back of Orion’s mind. He watched as Skye gave Lizzie a final push that sent her toppling from Charlie’s shoulders. She shrieked before she crashed into the water, but was already laughing again when she resurfaced; Orion firmly pushed his concerns away.

“It won’t escalate with us,” he said. “Both of us value our friendship, and the fate of Equinox even more so. We’ve established very clear rules. I appreciate your worries, but they are misplaced.”

“As much as I love rules for the structure they’re bringing, rules can easily be broken,” Murphy said. “Just be careful, okay? Mixing friendship with sex can be a lot of fun but the devil’s in the detail.”

They both watched Lizzie climbing out of the pool and heading over into their direction. When she passed Everett, he pulled down his sunglasses and watched after her, his eyes very slowly travelling up and down her body. He said something to her Orion couldn’t hear, but Lizzie only rolled her eyes, shot something back and continued on her way. Murphy's eyes flicked from her to Orion.

“Aren’t you bothered with Ev hitting on her?”

Orion shrugged. “Why would I? She’s not my girlfriend, and she can perfectly handle herself, as you’ve just seen.”

“That she undoubtedly can,” Murphy laughed, “I’ll better be off now and leave you two alone. I wonder where my beautiful wife is. I haven’t seen her in quite a while now.”

[fkevin073]

for the fic reader ask meme: 1, 10, 16 and 28

1. what's your favourite fan fiction trope?

I mean mutual pining. Definitely. it frustrates me so much but I love it. just chefs kiss.

10. rec a fic that stayed with you

Oof. That's a tough one. I mean for the fear Street fandom I'd probably say "wherever you're going (I'm coming your way)". That was just so good. they took on something I never had the guts to do and did it so well. I mean anything by the author havisham for fear street has also been great. And "nightmares" by serpent in the garden. so many and yet somehow not enough lmao.

16. what tags do you look for first when entering a fandom?

I mean usually I just stick to the couple I like most from the fandom I'm entering and just look through the fics. Usually I only read completed ones or fics I know will be completed bc I hate when some of my favourite fics are left unfinished (though I get it, inspiration is tough as a writer. As a reader, it just kind of sucks tho). Usually depends on my mood or what the fandom is tbh. Like for marvel I love chaotic fics so much. I remember I read one where Loki lived in Avengers tower. just so good. so honestly it depends.

28. are there popular ships that you cannot get into?

My time has come!

God, there are so many.

#1: Damon and Elena. Just no. I can't do it. I don't know why. if you ship it that's fine. But I never could. They were so bad for each other. Like I love a good redemption story or whatever, but Damon never changed. I never understood why people kept on saying that he did. They were just toxic and annoying by the end of it in my opinion, though the actors are great!

#2: I never really got into Buffy and Angel tbh. I mean if it wasn't for that one scene in Season 6 which kind of turned me off from the show in general because it was just gross and unnecessary, I'd say I whole heartedly preferred Spike and Buffy. But that scene happened and I can't forget it, so... neither of them, I guess.

#3: I mean we've talked about this already but Jane and Rafael. Good characters individually, but not the best together. It would have been cool if Jane ended up with Petra ngl. But yeah, in my opinion Michael was the better option.

#4: I know people are going to hate me for this, but Clarke and Lexa from the 100. I think they had the potential to be so cool and great and the actors had great chemistry, but from what I remember the relationship itself was pretty rushed. I also generally preferred Bellarke, but yeah. If the actors for Clarke and Lexa had been given better (and less problematic) material, I'd probably ship them more.

thanks for the ask! 💕

[baticorngirl]

Hello, my dear followers! I received my @badthingshappenbingo card not too long ago, and I'd like to ask you (and anyone else who may be viewing my blog) to help me decide what to do for each prompt!

This post will be updated as I do each prompt. Yellow unicorn horn will indicate that I've received an ask for that prompt, and pink will indicate that I have completed my fic for that prompt. Please only send me asks for prompts that are completely uncovered.

On top of this, I am doing the bingo for the Teen Titans Cartoon, Batfam, and DC Comics fandoms only. Anything else will not be allowed.

Now, you may be wondering- what information should you specify in your ask?

Here's a list of things you can specify, on top of the required prompt specification. Please include at least one of the following:

1. Victim Character(s): Basically just whoever the bad thing is hurting. If I haven't already written (or done a different kind of fanwork) for them before, there's definitely a chance I don't know enough about them to do the prompt. If so, I'll let you know. But to avoid this, I recommend trying to do characters from Batman Comics or the Teen Titans cartoon, since that's more my area of knowledge. That being said, you're allowed to ask for literally any DC character as long as you're okay with it being rejected.

2. Relationship(s) of Comfort: This is the relationship of the victim character and whoever is helping/comforting them. If #1 is not mentioned, they will be chosen out of the characters inside the ship. The relationships can be platonic, romantic, familial, whatever. As a solid rule, though, I will not be writing for any inc*stual, p*dophillic or otherwise inheriently abusive ships (No hate to the shippers of course, this a personal preference), at least for this category. The prosecutor and victim having an abusive relationship of some kind is very different, of course.

3. Culprit/Prosecutor Character(s): This is basically just whoever is causing the bad thing. In some situations, such as sneezing, this may not be an option at all. But in the situations where it can be specified, the same rule as for the victim applies- I have every right to reject a request due to a lack of knowledge about the character. That being said, I am going to be much more open with this one since it's easier to write bad guys you don't know too much about than a whumpee.

4. AU: Coffee shop AU, Highschool AU, you know the stuff... just please don't get carried away with how specific your AU is, especially if more than one other thing on this list is already being specified. I still need some creative freedom!

Now that's over with, please send some asks! I'd really appreciate it so much if you could just quickly throw a prompt and character or something in there!

And if you need some suggestions, I also have some extra examples and whanot under the cut. Not necessary to read, but can be helpful.

Need Examples of characters? Here are some that I've already written plenty for and/or want to write for more:

-Damian Wayne/Robin

-Talia Al Ghul

-Bruce Wayne/Batman

-Dick Grayson/Nightwing/Robin

-Starfire/Koriand'r*

-Raven*

-Beast boy/Garfield Logan*

-Terra/Tara Markov*

-Cyborg/Victor Stone*

-Alfred Pennyworth

-Duke Thomas (Just finished reading Batman & The Signal recently, so I'm still in a mood)**

-Jason Todd/Robin/Red Hood

As for more villainous culprit type characters, here's some examples:

-Ra's Al Ghul

-Slade Wilson/Deathstroke*

-Joker**

-Trigon***

Romantic Ship Examples:

-Brutalia

-Brutalina**

-Talina**

-Robstar*

-BBTerra***

-Ra's Al Ghul/Sora**

-Raestar***

-RobX***

-Slade Wilson/Trigon (Both the Cartoon version and the Tiny Titans version)***

-DamiJon**

-Cyborg/Sarasim***

Platonic Relationship Examples:

-Dick Grayson & Barbara Gordon**

-Beast Boy & Raven*

Familial Relationship Examples:

-Talia & Damian (or pretty much any of her kids)

-Evelyn Grayce & Talia Al Ghul**

-Bruce Wayne & Dick Grayson

-Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne

-Bruce Wayne & any of his other kids

-Damian Wayne & Dick Grayson

AU Examples:

-Roleswap AU

-No Capes AU

-Crime Drama AU

*Character/ships who I've mostly just written (or simply know more) for the cartoon versions of. Some of them have similar enough personalities to the comics that it won't be a big deal, while others (like Terra and Starfire) may be very visibly different. If you need it to be the comic version, please specify that, although for some characters, I may have to reject it because of not knowing enough about their comic versions.

**Characters/Ships which I have not actually written for (or at least posted fic) of. They are still on this list because I know plenty about the character/ship and I want to write with it and/or I have written things with them that I have abandoned/neglected to post. Plenty of these I may have also done fanart for, but not fic yet.

***Both of the Above

Obviously, though, those are nowhere near the full extent of your options. They are simply ideas to get your brain going, but if you've thought of a different character/relationship you want, feel free to ask for it! Just as I've already said before, all you need to keep in mind is that I'm allowed to say no if it's not an area I know about.

Just for a little extra reference, though, here's some full examples of how you can format your ask:

-Working through the Cold with Bruce, please?

-Can you do sneezing with brutalina?

-For the paralyzed by fear prompt- What about Raven is paralyzed by fear, and Starfire comforts her?

-Hate plague with the Teen Titans, caused by Slade, please?

-Reluctant Caretaker + Bruce Wayne & Dick Grayson?

-For BTHB, can you please do "trying not to cry" with Cyborg if you have to time?

I hope some of these examples were helpful! Now, if you've came up with something, please go over to my ask box and send it to me!