#ugh fine maybe i'll reread this.

[highwaydiamonds]

As someone who hates the sisyphean task of cleaning, how dare my mental health prefer a clean room.

[variouspositions1984]

im watching netflix's 3 body problem and it sucks

[gojos-whatnow]

『Make Your Dreams Come True』⇝♡

⭒Alt. title: normal call gone booty :000

⭒Synopsis: Gojo's flirting with you over the phone, as usual, when you suddenly ask him to come over...

⭒Warnings: NSFW, sexual content, subby satoru ml, reader and Gojo are both switchy tho, afab!reader, fingering, dick riding, not clearly stated that reader/gojo are virgins but you can imagine it, reader/gojo are best friends at the start, lots of the word "baby", implied fortnite (I'm probably missing stuff but oh well)

⭒Setting: Juju high Satoru but aged up ykyk cuz his sunglasses are so mmf

⭒Notes: first post but I'm considering making this a series HELP

You and Satoru happened to be playing games together, as usual when you weren't on missions or doing schoolwork. You adjusted your headphones slightly, feeling the growing head discomfort from wearing them too long. It was worth it for Satoru, however, since he never ceased to make you laugh.

"Why would you run so far off, dude, you're gonna get sniped," you sighed, seeing how far away he was on the map.

"Pfft, I'll be fine, worry about yourself, you're one-tap."

"Maybe if my teammate decided to come help me I wouldn't be."

"You're jus' sayin' that cause you miss me."

This was the usual back-and-forth until one of you got ambushed or something. The normal flirting from Satoru while you shrugged it off with a chuckle. Though, you'd been playing for hours now, and tiredness was creeping into your skull, knocking down the filters of brain and speech one by one.

"Yeah, miss you a lot," you murmured, meaning to sound teasing. It came out all too genuine. "Wish you would come save me, Satoru."

You listened to the clacking of his keyboard, faint over your headphones. Satoru's silence made it all too easy to hear the lull in his playing, the quick pause and pickup. You looked at the map, knowing exactly what it meant. Sure enough, his ping was high-tailing it towards yours. You chuckled to yourself, feeling warmth in your chest. What a hero.

"Something funny?"

"No, no, you're just down bad for me is all," you spoke slyly.

"As if I try to hide it."

"Y'know, I reread our chats when I want an ego boost."

"You serious?" He snickered.

"Yeah. All the times you've called me gorgeous and told me I had a nice ass..."

"Wait, waitwaitwait-"

You heard the clacking of his keyboard stop entirely. Pausing, you realized and looked at your phone, tapping into your messenger. His typing bubble was up, as expected. You continued walking towards him in the game as you waited for his message to come up.

"Ok, there."

You turned to your phone and deadpanned.

S͟a͟t͟o͟r͟u͟u͟u͟u͟u͟ ͟🥺͟️͟🥺͟️͟:͟

Beautiful tits

And rack

You shook your head and hastily typed back 'nice cock' before picking up where you were. You heard his phone go off, a few seconds go by, then his seductive voice spoke to you again.

"Wanna see it, baby?"

"Bet."

He breathed out a laugh and you continued playing, occasionally speaking your mind a bit too much from grogginess. The sleep deprivation had started to show in your voice, though.

"You tired or something? Need a sleebge?"

"Yuh, I'm eepy," you yawned, rubbing one of your eyes. "But let's just finish this match."

"We're gonna lose if you're nodding off while you're getting cracked. Might as well quit while we're ahead."

"Ugh, that phrase. You sound like, fuckin', me." You cringed at your own phrasing, letting out another yawn.

"I wish I was fuckin' you."

After the moment it took your mind to register the words, you felt a response roll off of your tongue faster than you knew it was even there.

"Then come over."

You heard the usual chuckle that you and Satoru would share after something like that snake through your headphones. When you didn't join in, there was a pause.

"Are you... serious?"

A moment. A single moment was all it took in your tired mind to commit to this idea of yours.

"Did it sound like a joke, Satoru?"

You could hear his speechlessness, you could tell he was floundering like a fish right now, his keyboard, his screen, the whole match left completely forgotten. Once you'd had enough of the silence, you spoke to him again.

"I'm absolutely for real right now. Door's unlocked...

Lemme make your dreams come true."

"Ffffffuck."

You watched on your screen as a popup appeared. "THE_honored1 has disconnected." With a smile, you left the call, pulled off your headphones to let your ears breathe. You had just finished standing and stretching when there was a soft knock on your door. So uncharacteristic of Satoru.

You quickly checked your clothes and hair, just to make sure you didn't look like an absolute slob who had been in their gaming chair all day. Oh well, Satoru probably wasn't too far off from that himself.

You opened the door, only to find your friend was completely quiet, barely able to meet your eyes, though it seemed like he couldn't look away from them either. With a friendly smile, you stepped out of the way and motioned for him to enter. He stepped past you, hands in his pockets. You closed and locked the door behind him, then turned around just in time to feel an arm wrap around the small of your back and a hand gently grab your chin.

"I need to know..." He paused, taking a breath. He was basically panting, hot breath ghosting over you with each exhale. "I need to know right now... if you really meant it."

"Every word."

"You still do?"

"Of course."

At that, the hand under your chin pulled your face to his and his lips crashed into yours. You could feel him trembling as your arms wrapped over his shoulders, and you could feel his heart racing, beating right out of every artery in his body.

He felt sparks, fireworks, the whole nine yards, as he kissed you. His whole body seemed to stall like an old car as soon as his lips touched yours. His brain turned to mush- no, melted. Reduced to a boiling soup in his skull. Because finally, finally he was kissing you.

'Girl of my dreams' wasn't how he would describe you, but he'd dreamed of you. He'd literally seen you in his slumbering mind, and wished he could do more than just the occasional flirting and borderline sexting. Satoru had been fantasizing about you for years, it felt like, ever since you'd reached that casual first-name basis. He wanted to know what it would really be like. If those fantasies could be recreated.

And when you kissed back, waking him from the sloshing pool his mind had become, he tugged you close, bodies flush. He felt your breasts squish against his chest, one of your hands cupping the side of his head just under his ear, and God did it make him lightheaded as all the blood in his slovenly brain ran south. He could feel his voice in the back of his throat, threatening to let out a moan with every exhale. He struggled to hold it back, not wanting to embarrass himself in front of you by acting like an animal in heat just from your kiss and your touch.

You couldn't say you weren't feeling anything yourself, though. You were sure that, without your bra, Satoru easily could've felt how your nipples were hardening, and your breath shook as one of his hands left your chin and sensually trailed down your side and up under your shirt. But, of course, these feelings weren't nearly as turbulent as Gojo's excitement and arousal, which were only hightened when your tongue slipped between his lips.

You softly leaned into him, tapping his leg with your foot to signal for him to move back. As you continued kissing him, you led him back to your bed, shoving him down to sit on the edge of it and finally letting your lips leave his. As you caught your breath, you crawled up onto him, straddling his lap. He looked up at you with eyes that screamed how bad he wanted you, panting heavily but still wanting more. Then, he chuckled.

"This isn't at all how I expected."

"Hmn?" You beckoned for him to explain, draping your arms over his shoulders and carding one hand into the hair at the base of his neck.

"It's all so backwards from how I pictured it. I always thought I would be the one to invite you over, run the show... be the one in charge, but fuck, I'm such a loser," he sighed out, trailing his hands over your waist and stomach under your shirt. To help him, you pulled it over your head and off, giving him better access and a nicer view.

"A loser? What, for having a girl on top of you?" You purred, trailing kisses along his cheek and jaw. "Please, there's at least a billion guys who'd sell their soul for that."

His voice and breathing trembled as he tilted his head to the side for you. "No, I mean... how I barely had the balls to even come over... Let alone ask you to."

"Trust me, baby, you can do anything if you're tired enough. Or if you're Satoru Gojo," you whispered, nibbling lightly on his ear. A shudder ran down his spine at that, and he felt like he could cum right then and there.

"Fuck... Keep talking like that and I won't last for shit."

"Yeah? And how do you think I feel when I'm touching myself to your messages, hmn?"

He let out a soft gasp as you ground your hips against his. His hands ran to your hips, gripping them and guiding them as they rolled.

"Saying I could last three minutes would be a generous estimate."

"God, you do that too?" He asked, voice coming out whiney. You let out a seductive chuckle that burned through his loins.

"Of course I do. Ego boost, remember?"

"You like when I call you gorgeous?" He sighed, feeling you throb against his crotch.

"Don't dislike it," you admitted. "You're pretty damn gorgeous yourself, though. Pretty boy Satoru."

He felt his rock solid cock twitch in his pants at your words, once again. He was doomed. His molten mind knew that, even as he helped you take his shirt off. And then your hands trailed down his chest and stomach, making him even dizzier.

"Don't think... I can take much more of this..." He admitted as your soft lips kissed down his shoulder. He could feel you smile against his skin.

"Hehe, awwwe, you close Satoru?" You giggled and gave a few harsh rolls of your hips, sending hot pleasure coursing through his lower half. He gasped, hands gripping you tightly.

"Fuck, fuck, Y/n, don't do that."

"Okay, baby, I think you've waited long a enough. Just how long, I wonder?"

It felt like his whole life. An eternity he'd waited for this, for the chance to watch you unbuckle his belt and tug his pants down and off of him, followed by you doing the same with your leggings. You crawled back on top of him, hovering over his thighs and holding his shoulder with one hand to steady yourself. Meanwhile, your other hand found its way into his boxers, and you could hear his breath hitch as your fingers wrapped around his length and slowly started stroking up and down.

"Y-you don't have to do that," he breathed out, a hand gripping your wrist. "Trust me, I'm as hard as I could get."

"Well, I should hope so. You're bigger than even I expected," you chuckled, stilling your hand and pulling it away.

He sighed softly and looked up at you through his pretty lashes with a smug look. "And what about you? Think you could take it? Think you're even ready to?"

You felt yourself clench on nothing at his words, feeling how intense his eyes were on yours. With a smile, you grabbed his hand and placed it at the waistband of your panties.

"Why don't you find out?"

His smile left his face, mouth opening as he took a breath. His eyes left yours to look at where his hand was, and his mind stalled only a moment before his fingers dipped under the fabric of your underwear and softly tugged them down.

He left them about halfway down your thighs and reached up to cup your sex. He drug a finger through your folds, feeling how wet you were and suddenly wanting nothing more than to see how much pleasure he could bring you.

He continued pulling his finger forward until he found your clit, stopping to rub gentle circles against it. He heard a soft noise fall from your lips and watched your hips just barely twitch. God, did he want to turn you into a mess.

He looked up at you and your heated expression. "Can I...?"

"Yeah, yeah, go ahead," you spoke, sounding the least composed he'd heard you all night. Carefully, he slipped one of his fingers between your folds, stopping at a shallow depth and curling his finger to tease you.

"You want it all the way in?" He asked with a smirk on his face and a playful lilt to his voice. You bit your lip, lidding your eyes at him, and wrapped your hand back around his cock.

You watched his whole teasing nature melt away as his cock twitched in your hand, begging for friction. Silently surrendering, he pressed his finger deeper until your cunt reached the base of his finger. He felt around your insides, watching you squirm slightly.

"'S that feel alright?"

"Yeah, you're all good."

At that, he curled his finger forward finding your g spot and feeling your walls clench around him. He added another finger and prodded against that spot. Your hips rolled against his hand as a soft moan was pulled from your lungs. The moment he heard your voice make such a heavenly sound, he was hooked. He couldn't help but move his fingers faster, try to reach deeper, and softly rub his thumb against your clit.

"Satoru," you called, somewhere between a moan and a fond chuckle. You reached a hand up to cover your mouth, only for it to be stolen away and replaced by a greedy pair of lips, drinking in every soft moan you gave. It didn't take long from there to feel a coil tightening in your abdomen, and as you pulled away from Satoru's lips for air, you leaned into him, pressing your chest to his and resting your chin on his shoulder.

"Y-you really want- hah- want me to cum now?" You asked making sure he was actually alright with that fact and not just lost without a thought.

"Fuck yes, baby. And I'll make it happen again when I'm inside you, mark my fuckin' words."

Hearing this, you felt your orgasm crash into you, making you stuff your face in the crook of his neck to muffle your sob. After all, two of your walls were shared with Shoko and Utahime, and you'd prefer that neither knew what was happening (particularly Utahime).

Once your orgasm had ended and you were catching your breath, you felt Satoru pull his fingers from his cunt, letting the cool air of the room touch your slick and make it embarrassingly obvious how wet you were. You pulled away from his shoulder and looked at him, finding he had two fingers in his mouth and a dreamy look in his eyes.

You tasted absolutely delicious. If he wasn't so painfully hard and losing patience, he'd have started eating you out right then and there, not stopping until you were barely lucid. God, how gorgeous you would look like that. But it'd have to wait for next time, and he'd make sure there was a next time.

"Need a break?" He asked softly, though it would pain him to hear you say yes.

"No, no, not after you've been waiting so nicely," you murmured, kissing across Satoru's face. As you did so, you took a hand off his shoulder and used it to tug your underwear all the way off. Once he realized what you were doing, he shifted around to tug his boxers down his own legs, leaving him completely bare under you. There was only one thing keeping you from being just the same.

"You gonna keep this on the whole time?" He asked slyly as he tugged at your bra strap.

"You want it off?"

"Wanna watch 'em bounce." He turned his eyes to yours, pausing your kissing. "You wanna keep it on?"

"Well, it's..." suddenly you looked the most flustered he'd seen you. Ever. Even when he was knuckles deep in your cunt, you'd kept some sort of stoic persona. But now, suddenly, even through the dark he could tell your face was red. "It's embarrassing..."

"Why's that?" He cooed, pulling you close so he could kiss along your shoulder.

"Whaddya mean, 'why-"

"I mean, it shouldn't be embarrassing around me. I worship you. It hasn't changed yet, why now?"

You thought through his words for a second, then sighed and grabbed both of his wrists, pulling them to your shoulder blades.

"...go ahead."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. It's like you said. Why not?"

He gave you a soft look and pressed an even softer kiss to your lips as he fumbled with the clasp of your bra. He unhooked it and carefully pulled it off of you, leaving you completely bare and with an urge to cover yourself as you felt your nipples harden even further with the cool air.

"'S okay, yeah?" He asked reassuringly, dropping his hands to your waist. When you nodded, he leaned forward and trailed kisses along your chest and both of your mounds. Your breath shook as you watched him and how his eyes would occasionally meet yours, making sure you knew how much he loved you and your body. After a bit more kissing, and some hickey-leving and groping, his lips lifted to meet yours, and his hands returned to his waist.

"You ready yet?" You sighed out, pulling your mouth from his.

"I've been ready for an hour, baby," he laughed, his enthusiasm returning.

"You sure?" You cooed playfully.

With a frustrated look on his face, you felt Satoru tug your hips down, pressing his cock against your folds. You bit your lip, feeling yourself throb and softly grind against him. He loosened his grip and you took that moment to lift yourself up enough for you to grab his length and line it up with your entrance.

You both exchanged a glance before he helped you ease down onto his cock, blissful sighs leaving both your throats. You felt Satoru whisper out his thousandth curse of the night and bury his face into the crook of your neck, letting out shaky whimpers as you continued to ease down.

"D-don't worry about- hah- t-taking it all..." he reassured, no longer helping you down - letting you go at your own pace.

"I can fit it," you murmur, continuing your careful decent down onto him.

"God, you're so hot inside. F-feels like I'm melting... All cause of me..."

You meant to chuckle, but it came out as more of a near-silent whimper as you sat down fully, feeling the tip of his cock kiss depths inside you that had never been reached before.

"You really did fit it all," he sighed out, an obvious smile on his face even though you couldn't see it. "You're a fucking angel."

He ran his tongue over several of the hickies he'd left along your neck and shoulder, all easy to hide, as per your request. You rested where you were, trying to get used to his length being the full way inside you.

"You alright?" He leaned back slightly, pulling your chin so you face him. "You're so quiet. You short-circuitting?"

You wiggled your hips and smiled at him, watching his lashes twitch as his eyes threatened to roll back at just that. "I could ask you the same thing," you purred between soft breaths. He leaned forward and rested his chin on your shoulder, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist in a way that was hug-like. One of his hands reached down under one of your thighs and attempted to lift you up, but you stayed put, clenching your walls around him and hearing him let out a shaky breath.

"Can't wait, baby," he whimpered softly. "Can't wait. Please move."

Indulging his sweet, pathetic pleads, you lifted yourself up slowly and sat back down, the feeling of his tip ramming into a certain spot inside you making you clamp down on him once more. His arms tightened around you. "Shit," he let out a sobbing whisper.

"You're so shy right now, Satoru," you cooed, trying embarrassingly hard to keep your voice from cracking. "What happened to all the talk you give me over our calls?" With that, you slid yourself back up and down. The resulting sound that graced your ears was glorious. Right next to your ear, you heard the great Satoru Gojo squeak. So vulnerable.

You picked up these movements at a slow and steady pace, not wanting to overwhelm Satoru, but make him feel amazing. And amazing he felt, dizzy and with his soup-mind more than numb. His soft grunts told you that much.

Everytime his tip prodded against a sweet spot inside you, you wanted to slam yourself down onto him and feel it again, but you knew Satoru wouldn't last if you went too rough. Right now, his arms around your waist pulling you up and down told you what pace he wanted as he steadily pulled you faster. You slipped a hand up his neck and into his hair, tugging softly to hear more of his voice. As the speed mixed with pleasure started making it impossible to keep quiet, you pressed your mouth to the top of his head.

It was clear he knew he was hitting a good spot, as he kept angling his hips to reach that spot with every bounce. One of his hands reached down to rub at your clit and, in your mind, there was the thought that you might actually cum first.

"Fuuuck, I'm close," he whined out, and you could feel his hips twitching up in an attempt to meet your bounces. Between your moans, you whimpered out a "me too."

He started tugging your hips up and down faster, and his hips struggled to meet yours to ram into the very back of your cunt. You yelped the first time his tip slammed into that sweet spot, and hid your face in the side of his head, recalling your wall-mates.

It took barely 30 seconds for your orgasm to wash over you. At the last moment, Satoru grabbed your face and shoved his tongue down your throat, lapping up your orgasmic mewls and keeping you somewhat quiet. Your cunt squeezed his cock tight, and one more thrust did it for him, sending his eyes up and back into his skull as he saw white. Without a thought of hesitation, he pumped your insides full of his cum, orgasming harder than he'd ever felt in his life, and it only felt better at the thought of making you all his.

His lips still stuck to yours as you both attempted to catch your breath. He pulled away for a moment to look into your eyes, only to lean back in and give you a real kiss, making you whimper.

"I fucking love you, Y/n," he sighed out as he pulled away, looking back into your eyes with a gaze so genuine, it made you freeze. "This... this is a terrible way to ask, probably top 5 worst ways, but... will you be my girlfriend?"

You sighed out a laugh and pulled his lips back to yours, kissing him with a completely different intention now. "How could I say no to you, honey? Heh, and you called yourself a loser," you shook your head. "Would a loser be in this situation?"

He rolled his eyes at you and pecked you on the lips. You gave him a soft smile, but yelped as you felt him swing you around, tossing your back down onto the bed. Your mind caught up just in time to see him on top of you with a dopey smile on his face.

"So, Sweetheart, you wanna go again?"

BONUS: The Morning After

After spending the morning making sure that your legs still worked, your hickies were covered, and that no one was around to see Satoru leave your room, you met with your classmates as if it were any normal morning. It seemed like one too, as you greeted everyone, including Satoru. He'd waited for you to text him that everyone had already left, so he was the last one out.

"Morning, Sleepyhead," you waved.

"If I had known you would be so late, I would've came and woken you up myself," Geto sighed. You quietly thanked God that Geto didn't attempt to do that.

"Hey you guys," Shoko waved. You felt nervousness in your chest at how amused she seemed.

"Did you have fun last night?"

Your stomach dropped, and you slowly turned to Shoko, finding a smug look on her face. Geto look confused, but knew something was up when he saw the terrified stares of you and Satoru.

"What happened?"

"Nothing important," Satoru waved his hand dismissively with a sigh, but his face was red too.

"I'll tell ya later, " Shoko leaned over and whispered to Geto.

"What're you idiots making such a big deal about?" Utahime asked, looking at you and Satoru's expressions.

"Hey, Utahime, you didn't happen to hear any weird noises last night, didya?" Shoko asked, leaning around you to look at her.

"I did, actually. Around 11, I think. Why?"

"Nothing, just making sure I wasn't hallucinating or something," she brushed it off, continuing to smirk at you and Satoru. At that Utahime left with a suspicious look.

Geto suddenly put the pieces together, eyes widening. "Wait. You two..."

Shoko nodded with a knowing 'mhm'.

With a look over his shoulder to make sure that Utahime was really gone and Mei Mei wasn't looking, Satoru reached over and tugged your collar to the side, displaying a blue hickey. You slapped his hand away, looking at him with a beat red face.

"Satoru!" You gasped.

"Oh, we're dating, by the way." He spoke coolly, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Took you long enough," Geto rolled his eyes.

"I told you, man, I had a plan this whole time."

"Last I checked, that wasn't at all the plan."

"Well, I had to make some... situational changes."

You, Geto, and Shoko all deadpanned at his bullshittery.

"Okay, look, the point is that it worked out."

"I guess I can confirm that," you sighed.

"Is he any good?" Shoko asked, nonchalantly. "Eh, why bother asking? I could hear the answer to that last night."

"Shut up!!"

[0oolookitsme]

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Type- Blurb!

Verse- Footballer!Harry x Art Director!Y/n

Word Count- 728

Warnings- Alludes to smut!

A/N- Literally telling you, even I don't know what this is.

(Lmaoo tell me why this gif fits this blurb so perfectly 😭)

She had just showered Karan and sat down in her room when the doorbell rung, causing her to groan while getting back up.

The bump wasn't so small anymore, it seemed like it was growing larger every single day. Harry had told her that he was going to be late tonight, so she climbed down the stairs, a little unsure. It could be a neighbour wanting to share some food with her, for all she knew.

Peeping through the whole, a frown pulled up between her ungroomed brows when she only see the top of the person's head. They were looking down and Y/n's best guess was Harry.

The haircut he got yesterday made his hair look much smaller than her liking. It was convenient for him, sure, but not for her. And, the hair on the top of his head stood up in all directions -- still he managed to look the most handsome man Y/n has ever laid eyes on.

A grin stretches out on his face when he looks at her, instantly leaning in to press a kiss to her cheeks, which have grown fuller over the course of pregnancy and then on her lips, which much to his dismay, she's always caught chewing on.

"Hi, my berry," he greeted, feeling as if love was going to ooze out of him.

"Hi," she greeted back with just as much love, pecking his lips while shifting aside to let him in. "You said you'd be late?" She asked, swooning when he slid his hands on her bump right away.

"Well, we ended practice early because Thomas suddenly remembered he had an appointment," he shrugged.

Dropping her head back, she came right up to look him dead in the eye. "Could you not have come earlier?"

He asked, with wandering eyes, "why?"

"Because I already showered Karan!" She half yelled, fisting his shirt and shaking him to make it more dramatic.

"Woah, woah, woah! Calm down woman," heaving he said, still a bit shocked. "It's fine! ...I- I'll shower you!" He exclaimed, his face lighting up at his own idea.

She seems to be considering her offer. Why ch is why confusion coated his eyes when she turned and made her way towards the stairs. "Maybe later. Don't wanna shower right now," she said.

"Ugh, woman!"

She laughed then, but none the less entered their bedroom and sat back on her side of the bed, picking back up the Shakespeare play she was rereading.

Huffing Harry stood at the doorway for a while, watching her snicker lightly, before he slipped into Karan's room. Another puzzle set was spread all over his floor, it seemed to be an Beauty and The Beast one. And, in the midst of the mess sar Karan, his hair tied as a cute fountain on the top of his head.

Whenever Karan was doing a puzzle, it basically meant that he was trying to shut down his mind -- something he learned from Gemma.

It meant that he didn't want to be disturbed, especially not by Harry who comes to wake him up annoyingly early and then clings to him all morning until he has to leave. (He pretends to hate it just to tease Harry, but he would cry if Harry wasn't there for even one morning). If it were his mother, though, he would quite happily let her in and even dislocate his arranged pieces, if she wanted to.

Very clearly, he was biased and a mama's boy.

Doesn't mean he hates Harry though, he still greets him when he senses him at his door everytime, just like right now.

"Hi bub," Harry said as he hugged back the little one, letting him run back to his spot.

Watching him solve for a little, he walked back to Y/n who now was totally into her play, and even had her reading glasses on.

"Karan has gone so on you, woman. Literally wouldn't ditch his hobby for me," he stated and exclaimed a, "see!" when Y/n didn't reply and laughed at his reaction further on.

Harry sarcastically grumbled about being dismissed by his own family, then told her that he was going to shower as he closed the bathroom door behind him. But, Y/n didn't miss the fact that there was no sound of the door being locked, Karan had already been showered and Y/n still had too.

[bomberqueen17]

assorted, and snippet

it is a rainy sunday. we had a glorious last-gasp-of-summer week, 70s and sunny and lovely, and then last night as the sun went down it suddenly got cold and is going to stay that way.

today's my late father's birthday. he'd've been 79 today. farmsister asked the family groupchat if we wanted to do anything special but like, what? no, so we're just having our normal sunday family dinner. she decided to make enchiladas because while the tomatoes are done, there are still tomatillos, so she's roasting those. i decided to thaw a pork butt and i'll make a sort of al pastor kind of pulled pork for the filling, later. but at the moment i'm out in my cabin, which is a disaster area and needs cleaning. but at the moment i'm just listening to the rain on the metal roof, and i have the propane stove on to get it up to room temperature in here, and i'm dying to take a nap but probably won't.

i told myself i could sit for an hour and maybe write. I sorta don't want to write, I sorta want to fuck around and nap, lol. I'm at a bit in Peace-Tied where I'm trying to fold in stuff I wrote ahead that doesn't quite fit now, so that's complicated-- I've been resorting to using two monitors to have the old doc open in a window so I don't have to tab back and forth. But Fit For Thrones is also in an awkward spot where I wrote stuff ahead and like not a lot has changed, but I realized there needed to be a new thread introduced, so I've got to work that in, and I'm realizing a scene I wrote ages ago that was just fluffy and didn't show a lot of character development is going to have to get overhauled to fit the new concept in, which at this point is just a slight complication but later I wanna hang like a whole plot off it, so it's gotta be here-- if I put it in later it won't have any support and might not really properly hold all the weight it needs to, so. And this scene was just fluff anyway and needs more stuff in it. So that's fine. But it's hard. Because of course all I want to do is skip ahead and write the juicy weighty scene this is gonna support. But if I do that (again, as i've been doing a lot in this series, ugh) i'll get there and it won't fit and i'll have to do more of this fiddly kind of work.

I did only miss Friday's update because I was physically too busy at the time, though. It's the wind-down of the farm season but that just means people have started to peel away to do other things, there's not actually a lot less work, and so those of us left are kind of juggling a lot more balls, even if they're less heavy than they were. (more wittering specifically about FFP behind the cut, and a snippet)

So I have a bunch of stuff allllllmost ready to post, but a bunch of tricky work to do for the continuations of them. There has been a spate lately of very nice comments, some rereaders and some new readers, and I appreciate all of you and it keeps me going, really it does.

I can't find the one, though, someone commented on the latest FFT that they thought Morvran might wind up a bit subby perhaps, and I literally cackled out loud. (Someone else was speculating that he's more traumatized/demi/gray than pure ace, which I also have been trying to convey-- he's ace-spec for sure but gray, is where I'm headed with him.)

I don't think Ciri is going to wind up being particularly domme-y in her preferences-- she also would like a pretty lady to push her around please-- but understand she was raised by a bunch of dommes all around, so I had a very early slightly-cracky notion that she thinks this is how het relationships have to work (this did bear fruit in an outside-of-series published work on AO3 thanks to the Smubbles folks, here: What Every Young Woman Needs)-- but there's an excerpt here I haven't quite yet fit into the FFP continuity, which I suppose I'll put here for everyone's delectation (Ciri POV, of Morvran):

He glanced up only briefly at her arrival, flashing her a quick smile but returning to whatever he was writing, clearly intently focused. She propped a hip on the edge of the desk, waiting, and he finished writing the line and looked up at her.  There was something about the way he looked up at her, like this, something open in his expression that usually wasn’t. It sort of made her want to pull his hair, and made her suddenly understand some things about the way her-- Geralt and Yennefer had acted, around one another. She’d always thought Yennefer was perhaps too mean to Geralt, but she could suddenly understand Yennefer’s perspective, and see that maybe it… well maybe it wasn’t being mean.  But. She didn’t know Morvran near well enough to offer to pull his hair.

[femmefighter]

I'll be greedy and ask 2, 6, 17 and 18 for the Fic Writer Asks 😘

Alright, I'm loving @btwxsixesandsevens 's idea of using these as a 'writing warm-up', so let's see how this goes!

2. Do you read/reread your own fics? Yes, very much so. It sounds conceited perhaps, but when I started my WIP, there was next to no Sokabine content whatsoever. So I literally went, "stuff it, I'll do it myself". I'm writing the story/stories I want to read, so yes I reread my own work. It's also great to come across horrible spelling or grammar mistakes and be like, "SHIIIIIIIIT" *RACES FOR EDIT BUTTON*. 🤣

6. Are there many fics you reread all the time? You bet there are! I especially read WIPs over and over, either when a new chapter is up to double-check what was going before moving on with the story, or just because I'm loving where the author is going with the piece; I love cheering them on with comments and I want to keep reliving it and wonder where the adventure's going next. I don't reread the completed multi-fics so much (but I do sometimes!), but I do love rereading some one shots! (I feel less guilty doing so coz they're shorter!)

And since we're here, might as well do some special shout outs: WIPs: Heart of a leader, soul of a rebel  by @halepo ; Crimson Dusk, Cerulean Dawn by @loevawrites ; Splintered Realities by @calyxborealis and Dreams and Madness by CarboniteCass Multi-chaptered fics: chaos, yet harmony by rain_sleet_snow ; Rid'alor by albedobrave

One-shots: what strange dreams have we shared by October_sky ; In Her Mouth an Amethyst by @ambiguityisnoonesfriend ; Love So Alike by @tatooinesun2121 ; Ka'rta Ve'vut by @kanskje-kaffe and never know what to say (but you get it anyway) by lostresidentevilpotter 

Decadent smut fics for dessert: Mesh'la by @machinerismsx ; ni kar'tayli gar darasuum (i will know you forever) by @augustfiction and pretty much anything written by @armoralor but especially Homecoming, Built to Wreck and Here & Now 

17. What's something you learned about while doing research for a fic? Well, my favourite concept (from Legends) was about Togruta blushing through the darkening of the stripes on their montrals and lekku! So the fact that Ahsoka blushes blue just makes me 😍 But I think the most interesting thing I've discovered is Operation Cinder, the world-killing revenge mission for Imperial remnants after the Emperor dies - and even though I haven't found anything to confirm it yet, I reckon Mandalore was victim to this operation. 18. What's one of your favourite lines you've written in a fic? Ugh, that's a hard one. The title of my WIP, Reach Out and Feel Me, is probably my favourite line to slip in. Maybe that's a cop-out. Fine, lemme think... Alright. A paragraph from Ch 18 of RO&FM, Sabine talking to Ahsoka: "The person I wanted to learn how to wield a lightsaber from I thought was dead. I resented Kanan because he wasn’t you, and I was horrible because of it.” ~~~ I dunno, I love that whole chapter of the first time Sabine has a lesson with Ahsoka in lightsaber sparring.

Well that was fun! Sorry for the avalanche. Guess I'm well warmed up now! Thanks for the ask 😘

[crystalsnow95z]

Two different 3am stories copy and pasted together to create this, apologies for any mistakes after doing so. I didn't reread before posting. It's been sitting for months now.

Sickie; Taehyung with snz/cough and fever. Green zone means vom, not important to story but its staying. Skip to next green line to avoid.

Caretaker: Jin (a bit of Namjoon)

"Heh'ehhitch!" The sound of Taehyung's sneeze echos throughout the hotel room, followed by a wet sniffle.

Jin bolts up right, startled by the sudden loud sound. "Taehyung-ah you scared me.." He yawns out the words. "That's the fifth sneeze Tae, I think you're coming down with something.."

"I'm sorry Hyung. I think it's something in the air here.. my nose has been bothering me since we landed.." Taehyung goes into the bathroom to blow his nose, loudly filling the wad of toliet paper with mucus.

"Did you take any allergy pills?"

"Jungkookie gave me some this morning.. I guess they..ah..ha..Heh'ehhitch!" Taehyung sneezes into the tissue with a roar. "Heh'ehhitchaaugh...!" Another sneeze follows, followed by a cough, his sneezes starting to leave his throat feeling raw. "Hyung it hurts.." Taehyung whines, returning to his bed. "Do you think Jungkookie is still awake?"

"It's two in the morning Vuu, and he was super jet lagged. I don't think he'd be up and he's a super heavy sleeper." Jin tries to call him anyway when he sees Taehyungs eyes water. "Okay, okay I'll call."

"No its not that.. I just..hehtchii!" Taehyung muffled his sneeze with his arm. "Ah..ahchtich..!"

Is that Taehyung?

Namjoon sends a text to the group chat. His room was right next to theirs and he could tell Taehyung's monstrous sneezes anywhere.

I think I'm allergic to something here.🥺 do you have any allergy pills? Or maybe Hobi-hyung?

Taehyung sends a text back to him, trying to ignore the itch building up in his nose, but to no avail. "Aa..attchetu..! Ugh..." Taehyung pinches the bridge of his nose. "Heh'ehhitchaa..mmm.."

Hoba is asleep, and I don't have any. Sorry Tae. I could see if there's any store open nearby for you.

Namjoon messages back.

No, it's okay.. I'll wait until morning..

"Jaykay didn't answer." Jin informs him with a frown. "Are you sure you want to wait until morning? Me and Joonah can go together."

"Do we at least have something for a headache? I'll be fine if we have tha..tha..." Taehyung stops talking feeling another sneeze coming, but this time it doesn't come leaving him with just the painful pressure."mmm..."

"I think I have something..hold on, I'll look." Jin gets up to check his bag, finding the small travel size packet he was looking for. "Here Tae, hold this while I get you some water.

Taehyung rips the packet open, taking the small tablet out of the package. "H..heh..tchu!" He drops it somewhere on the bed when he covers his nose his cupped hands covering in mucus.

"Taehyung-ah, I said to hold it, not open it..don't worry. I'll find it.." Jin puts the water bottle on the side table, going in the bathroom to get a washcloth, wetting it to wash Taehyung off.

"Euuh.." Taehyung looks at his hands with disgust.

"Let hyung wash you up." Jin dabs near Taehyung's nose, cleaning the yellow-tinged mucus from his face, then wiping off his hands. "There, all done. Now, don't move until I find where you dropped the pill."

Taehyung tries to sit still, but a sneeze snuck up on him without any warning. "Actichivvah...!" Taehyung sneezes on Jin, eyes growing wide. "I'm sorry..I'm sorry!" Taehyung bows in apology.

"Taehyung, I'm not mad. It was an accident. You can't help it if you don't feel well, just try to cover it next time,okay?" Jin says soothingly,holding the round pill in his hand. "Open your mouth."

Taehyung obeys, Jin placing the pill on his tongue, giving him the water to swallow it down, not letting him hold either in case another sneeze came.

"Good, now lay down and get some sleep.. we'll get you feeling better in the morning." Jin pulls the blanket over Taehyung.

"Jinnie-hyung?" Taehyung asks softly, coughing under the blanket.

"What is it Tae?"

"Will you sleep next to me?"

"I'll lay with you for a bit, but then I'm going to my bed okay? It'll be hard for me to sleep with you sneezing and coughing.."

"Then nevermind. It's okay." Taehyung tries to sound indifferent about it, but Jin could hear the disappointment in his voice.

Jin puts in his earbuds to tune out Taehyungs sneezing, turning off the light. "Alright, I'll sleep next to you, but try not to sneeze on me."

Taehyung nods, hugging his pillow to his chest to cover his face as another cough comes. Jin wraps around Taehyung's small frame, hugging him from behind. "Good night, Tae."

Jin woke up feeling uncomfortably warm, trying to push the blanket away, still half asleep. Why is it so hot? Only when his blanket started coughing did he fully wake. "Taehyung-ah you're burning up.."

Taehyung was still asleep,laying on Jin's chest, his leg pinning him to the bed. His cheeks were now flushed red like his nose and a layer of sweat covered his body.

"Oh Tete, I don't think it's just allergies..I think you're sick.." Jin whispers when he sees he's still asleep not daring to wake him. I need to tell the others. We were supposed to meet up in the morning..Jin moves Taehyung's bangs that plastered his face to behind his ear. My poor baby..you're definitely going to break out.. I need to try to get this sweat off you..

Jin gently pushes up Taehyung's shirt to try to get what he could off, using the blanket to dab the sweat off of him, noticing the hives have already started on his lower back. "Aiigo.."

Jin slowly rolls Tae off of him, only getting a small whine as a complaint. "It's okay Vuu I'll be right back.." He gets his phone off the bed and goes in the bathroom, calling Namjoon and putting it on speaker.

"Hyung you're up early. Did you sleep well?" Namjoon responds quickly to the call.

"Joon Tae is sick.. we need to find some medicine. I put you on speaker phone so i can look something up.." Jin gets right to the point when he hears Taehyung sneezing again.

"Heh'ehhitch...ahh.." Taehyung whines, sitting up slowly but falling back down on the pillow when vertigo hits him. . "Hyung...?" He looks around the room for Jin, but the dizziness blurred his vision. "Seok..ah..ah Heh'ehhitch.. Heh'ehhitxch.." Taehyung sneezes into the blanket. It feels like someone's trying to push my eyes out from the inside.. Taehyung whined miserably as he felt the itch switch from his nose to his throat a cough rattling his chest.

"Why do you sound so worried? We can get him some allergy medicine, and he'll be okay." Namjoon replies unaware of the situation.

"No, it's not that. He has a fever now, and it's not clear runny nose snot anymore, it's thick yellow goo, that means he has some sort of infection. He's actually sick." Jin's speaks quickly, looking up the difference on his phone.

"Calm down Hyung. Even if he caught a cold we can get him some proper medicine. Is he still asleep?"

"He was asleep when I left the bed to call.." Jin quickly wets a washcloth and goes back to the main room, dropping it when he sees Taehyung coughing uncontrollably into the blanket, eyes streaming with tears. "Aiigo, Taehyungie don't cry.. Hyung here.." Jin places the phone down on the bed to wrap around Taehyung.

"Oh sh*t.." Namjoon speaks in English. "I'm already out and about right now. I decided to get some fresh air before we got ready to practice on stage.."

"The concert.." Taehyung feels his heart shattering. The reason why they flew there is that they were going a three day concert. I can hardly breathe, how will I be able to sing?

The tears flowed harder, leaving Taehyung gasping for air.

"Namjoon-ah be quiet! Don't talk about it right now." Jin scolds him the usually carefree vocalist glaring at the phone.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so stupid.." Namjoon didn't mean to upset Taehyung. He wanted to tell him he had time to recover, but he didn't want to bring his hopes up."We'll figure this out okay?Seojinnie Hyung keep your distance so you don't get sick too.."

"Namjoon, hang up the phone." Jin speaks in a serious tone when Taehyung quickly pushes him away from him.

I already sneezed on him and had him hold me all night. There's no way he's not going to get sick, too.. Taehyung sobs into the pillow. I don't know if we can do the show with two missing members..

"Vuu, baby come here. You didn't know and I should've been more careful, so it's my fault too. It's okay. No one's upset at you." Jin pulls Taehyung close, but his words weren't getting through to him. "Taehyung, Tae you have to breathe.." He says in a panic when Taehyung starts coughing without any signs of stopping. "Please Tae, it's okay, I'd rather be suffering with you than see you like this, it's breaking my heart.." Jin pries the pillow away from Taehyung's face feeling his chest tighten as he pulls him to his chest, just stroking his hair.

Taehyung takes a few deep breaths to try to slow his breathing, hearing Jin's accelerated heartbeat. "I.i'm s..sorry.. i..I didn't mean to sc..a. ah..etchiuu!" A sneeze stops him mid-sentence, sneezing into his arm. "I..I'm sorry.." Taehyung sniffles.

"Hey Tae?" Jin asks suddenly. "What do you call an apologetic fruit?"

"Huh..?" Taehyung is taken by surprise by the sudden question.

"What do you call an apologetic fruit?" Jin smiles when he sees Taehyung's breath becoming more steady. "

"Oh..I think you told me the answer before..wait.." Taehyung sniffles. "Heh'ehhitch..ahh.. It was sagwa!"

"Well what did zero say to eight?" Jin asks before Taehyung could go back to worrying about the future events.

Taehyung just looks at him with a confused expression, scratching at his belly. His mind was fogging from the fever. "I don't know.."

"Nice belt." Jin laughs at his own joke, getting a small smile out of the young vocalist. Jin continued to tell him jokes until it looked like Taehyung forgot why he was crying, stopping when Taehyung's giggle turns into a cough.

It worked.. but he still isn't looking good... Jin sighs. "Are you feeling a little better?"

"I'm calmer now.. but Hyung.. it hurts.. to breathe.." Taehyung's breath comes out in short gasps, his throat swollen and his nose completely clogged. "What am I gonna do..?"

"I know, Namjoonie will bring you some medicine to help.. We need to worry about getting you better before anything else." Jin goes in the bathroom taking the roll of toliet paper from the roll and bringing it to him. "Here Tete."

Taehyung tries his best to clear his nose, but no matter how much came out, it was like more magically appeared. "Heh'ehhitchii." Another round of sneezes come, his constant rubbing to try to keep it from dripping, irritating it further. "Heh'ehhitch..Heh'ehhitxch!..a..ahh.achtchi...!" Each sneeze was louder than the one before it, jolting his body. "Mmmm..." Taehyung sniffles whining softly, the drainage into his throat causing him to cough. He rubs his hand across his chest to try to ease the pain. Now, not only does my head and throat hurt, but my ribs too..

Namjoon knocks on the door, Jin jumping up to answer, peeking through the peep hole before opening the door for him.

Namjoon enters, spilling the contents of one of his shopping bags onto the desk, finding his new thermometer, using it to scan Taehyung's temperature. "We gotta get it down, it's on the borderline of being a high grade fever.." Namjoon frowns at the orange flashing number.

Jin was already cracking the seal of the cold medicine Namjoon brought. "I'll get him in the bath."

"I don't want to get up..my head feels all floaty.." Taehyung says in a rough whisper. "My voice..."

"Shh..don't talk, you'll make it worse.." Jin hands him the medicine. "Here Vuu, take this for me."

Taehyung swallows the medicine down, reaching for the water to wash it down. "Hyung.."

Taehyung falls forward, Namjoon putting out his arm to catch him. "Woah, Tae. I got ya.."

Taehyung closes his eyes tightly waiting for the dizziness to fade, nausea swirling in the pit of his stomach. "I.." Taehyung tries to convey his needs to Namjoon, but his voice breaks off into a cough. I'm going to be sick.. "Nam.." His stomach sloshed painfully, pushing up his dinner from last night. Taehyung wraps his hand around himself with another bout of coughing, unable to get the words out, letting out a whine in frustration.

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"Sh*t..Seokjin get a waste bin.." Namjoon finally understood what he desperately wanted, quickly jumping onto the bed to anchor him onto the bed as he doubled over the waste bin Jin brought him.

Taehyung gagged on the thick mucus mixed with bile that filled his throat. His body trembled with effort as he heaved everything in his body, burping up mouthfuls of mostly digested pork belly and rice.

"It's okay, it's okay.. I got you.. just let it all out.. You're okay.." Namjoon strokes his hand across Taehyung's back, drawing shapes.

Taehyung didn't feel like he would be okay. His body was being pushed past its limits, even after he had nothing left he couldn't stop the dry heaves.

"Vuu.. Try to take deep breaths for me okay? Deep breaths baby.." Jin strokes his hair and he speaks softly to him. Taehyung tried to be obedient to his eldest hyung, but when he tried to breathe in, it caused him to cough.

"I know it hurts, but please.. keep trying okay Tae?" Namjoon encourages him, gently holding the youngers swollen throat to ease some of the pain.

Taehyung manages to take a few breaths, the gagging dying down, leaning into Namjoon. He tried to speak, but his throat was so raw nothing came but a breathy whisper that just looked like he was mouthing the words.

"Here, wash out your mouth Tae.." Jin gives him a water bottle, holding a small cup. Taehyung takes a mouthful of water, swishing it in his mouth before spitting it out in the cup.

"Is your stomach feeling any better now?" Namjoon asks, rubbing his hand across Taehyung's stomach.

Taehyung nods, then makes makes a gesture for telephone.

"Good idea. You can text instead. "Jin searches for it, finding it on the table. "Here Tae."

Taehyung types in a note app.

I got realy dizzy, and it made me feel sick to my stomacj, I'm okay noq.. I think it's just stress.. I just want to lay down for a bit..I still feel bad..

Taehyung's hands shook when he typed, making him hit the wrong keys.

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Namjoon gently moves Taehyung to a laying position, leaving the bed when he hears his phone vibrating in his pocket. "I'm sorry, but I got to take this.." Namjoon frowns looking at his phone.

"It's okay if you need to go. I'll take care of Taehyungie. Thanks for going shopping for me."

Jin whispers as he hears Namjoon talking to one of the directors on the phone.

Namjoon bows apologeticly before nodding, leaving Jin alone with Taehyung again.

"I have to bring down that fever.." Jin evaluates the situation he's in, watching the sleeping figure on the bed.

I could carry him to the bath, but he's so weak right now, I don't even think he could keep his head above the water.

Jin opts to use a wet cloth, gently stripping Taehyung down to his boxers.

"Heh'ehhitch..!" Taehyung sneezes when his shirt brushes against his nose.

"I'm sorry Tae-yah. I didn't mean to wake you, go back to sleep Baby.."

Taehyung curls into a tight ball, shivering from the cold sweat that coated his body. It's cold..

"I know, I know..please just wait a bit and I'll hold you. I just need to try to cool you off a bit. I'll be right back."

Taehyung reaches for Jins hand before he walks away, but underestimates how far he is grabbing at the air. Jin uses the hotel ice bucket to hold water, bringing it to the table to gently wipe off the sweat that covered Tae's body. Taehyung shiveres, trying to push it away.

"Now, now please don't fight me, it's for your own good. Stop it. The faster i can do this the sooner i can give you cuddles." Jin holds his hands still, continuing his sponge bath, making gentle circles, humming softly.

"Heh,'ehhitchew!" Taehyung's sneezes were also starting to lose their power, becoming quieter. That didn't stop them from being messy, though. Jin wipes his face clean again, relieved when he notices the vocalist had fallen asleep again.

Using the opportunity to escape to the best of his ability, he goes to check his arsenal of supplies. Cold Medicine, vitimins, two boxes of tissue, ginseng tea,cough drops, cooling cloths,water bottles, pain killers,a whole bag full of food...

Jin's stomach rumbled at the thought of food, pulling out a pack of instant ramen.

I'll eat while he's asleep.. I need to get him to try to eat when he wakes up..

Jin takes a break from taking care of Taehyung boiling some water. His nose started developing an itch similar to Taehyung's a quiet sneeze escaping him. "Hehtigh.." I sure hope that's the only one..

[ishipthis]

iDidn't see this coming - Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I wasn't going to put this on tumblr because of its contents. 😳 But you voted so here it is. ❤️ Please be aware, if you did not like chapter one there is no way you are going to like chapter two. Like really, I mean it, you will not like it. Abort Mission. This is literally 30% Creddie smut. I can't say it anymore plainly. If you're not up for that, do not click past the read more section. It will hurt your eyes.

“It’s going to be totally fine, you’re going to be totally fine. So you kind of crossed a line with Freddie last night, it’s not like you had phone sex, your clothes stayed on, Carly, your clothes stayed on” It’s not the positive affirmation repetition she’s become accustomed to, but if positive affirmations are going to save their friendship, she’s going to positive affirmation the crap out of this morning. 

“I am loved and worthy….. And it’s going to be fine.”

“I am complete as I am, others simply support me…. Especially Freddie who is not going anywhere because he’s my best friend and any decisions we made last night will be forgotten this morning because that was the deal and we will be totally fine.”

“Today I align myself with freedom, growth and joy….. And the assurance that Freddie and I are going to be fine” She’s not spiraling, she’s not.

“My body is a vessel of wellness and… Ugh who am I kidding?! You’re a body of Lies! What did you do to me, urges? How dare you, libedo? Good going, hormones, I hope you’re happy with what you’ve done.” Carly groans, the colour draining out of her face as she takes in the sight of herself again, flushed cheeks, wide eyes, messed up hair. It was one of the best sleeps of her life. But not the point. It was a one time thing, a terrible miscalculation, a monumental slip…. A drunken mistake…. That she can’t stop rereading again, and again, and again.

(Seriously, final warning, do not read down if you are not ready for 🌶🌶🌶. You have been warned.)

“I’d walk you to your room with your legs still wrapped around my waist and I’d drop you on to the bed, kissing you deeply before moving my attention lower.”

“Lower? How low? You’re making my heart race”

“Just a little lower. I’d kiss down your neck but then I’d pull away so I could remove some of those clothes. I’d start with your shoes… and then your socks, and then I’d shimmy those pants down your legs and let them join the pile…… And you should see mine, feel like it’s beating through my ears”

“Why?”

“You know why, Carly”

“I’d ask you to take your pants off too, and I’d lift my shirt over my head and hand it to you, so you could add it our pile”

“Why?” he mimics

“You know why, Freddie”

Ugh. Just the thought of what they did next starts getting her all hot and bothered again. But, she thinks, Still technically not phone sex. All physical items of clothing stayed on. At least that’s something?

Ding.

She panics, dropping her phone into the empty sink before grabbing it out again. Harper. She’s not disappointed, she’s not. It’s totally fine. Fine. 

‘Hey Bestie, Vinet turned out to be vin-no, he wouldn’t even make me eggs. Who does that, after I put all MY eggs in his basket last night. Anywayyyy it’s okay, Spencer’s insta shows he’s got a chef making him waffles, so I’ll meet you there, kay?’

Waffles. She could do waffles. Maybe waffles is exactly what she needs to stop looking at her stupid phone. Yes, waffles will be great. 

She looks to the mirror one final time, steeling herself. “I am cool, calm and collected….. And I am not going to look at my phone again because Freddie is my best friend and I don’t have feelings for him. ” Hearing the words fall from her lips, even she knows it sounds like a lie.  

“I said to him, it's my sacred space. Rules are made to be broken, I'll fill it with waffles and eggs if I want to. And he laughed, so I did what anyone would do, I hired his wife to do it. And that’s why you can’t trust an artist, or a republican.” He smirks, wiggling his eyebrows before turning toward the front door that’s swung open. And seriously, do they ever lock the door? For a multimillionaire it seems like it’s probably a security risk. 

She’s zoning out again, staring at the maple syrup dripping off the waffle on her fork when she hears his name.

“Freddie! You made it! This is Susan, Waffle extraordinaire. Also known as Byron’s wife, but we don't like Byron so let's not waste another breath talking about him.” 

“Hey Susan, mind if I grab one of those?” Freddie says with a grin as he drops down into the seat across from Carly. “I had to drop Millicent off at school this morning because her teacher wanted to have a chat about ‘Inappropriate use of school resources’, my little hellraiser.”

“She both excites and terrifies me” Harper responds, as she hands Freddie the syrup. “Susan knows how to make a mouth watering syrup, just wet enough, you got to try it” Carly chokes on her waffle. Wet enough? 

“I’d kiss down your stomach taking my time to savor the taste of your skin against my lips”

“I’d run my hands through your hair, tugging gently to lift your head so I could look at you and see the look in your eyes.”

“I’d look hungry”

“I’d be wet”

“Carly”

“Freddie”

“You right, Carls?” Freddie asks, a curious look etched on his face as Harper smacks her on the back, shooting her a concerned smile. 

“Guess some things are too wet for you, huh?” 

She kicks Harper under the table. 

Freddie’s not even paying attention, she realises, as she looks over to him for the 100th time since he walked through the door 30 minutes ago. For the most part everything has been normal, he’s been happy, dorky, Freddie, and everything Carly was worried about prior? Not needed. Apparently Oprah was right, and affirmations do work, because Freddie? He’s thriving. She hates it.

“These are great, Susan. And you’re really not a chef?” No, Susan’s a 30 something year old blonde housewife with an affinity for making syrup that you keep licking off your full pouty kissable lips, Ya jerk. “I mean I never would have known, these could be restaurant quality!” he licks his lips again, Carly swallows heavily. “Don’t you think, Carly?”

Two can play at this game, she thinks, wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine, even if it is on his part non intentional medicine. “Oh yes” she says with a smile of her own, picking up her unused spoon to dip it right into the pot of syrup in front of them before bringing it toward her her mouth. “It’s such good syrup, I just loveeee it. Great job, Susan'' She lets the spoon hit her lips finally, purposely letting them get messy in the meantime before licking them clean. Take that, she thinks. 

He does. He takes it and does nothing with it. Nothing but smile at her and hand her a napkin, looking at her in the way you look at a dog chasing its tail, with mild amusement and nothing more. “Can’t take you anywhere can we?” Freddie says with a laugh, reaching over to rustle her hair, before turning back to the others to continue the conversation. Like What?! She’s not a labrador.

They’ve been back in their apartment for all of three seconds when Harper turns on her. “Are we going to talk about why the heck you almost deep throated your spoon back there, or….?” Was she that obvious? Shit.

“Deep throated a spoon? What are you even talking about, I didn’t almost deep throat anything?” 

“But you wanted too?” Harper raises an eyebrow as she puts her hands on her hips, a ‘this is an interrogation and I’m going to get this out of you whether you like it or not’ look if ever there was one.”From the way you were looking at Freddie and licking your lips you wanted to real bad, Bestie”

Carly groans, making her way towards the couch before flopping her body onto it face first. “I don’t want to have this conversation” she mumbles into the couch cushions. 

“And I didn’t want Jennifer Lopez to miss my sweet 16th, but we don’t always get what we want, Carly. Now what in the love of Beyonce happened to make you get all….” She scrunches her nose up. “Messy.”

“It’s your fault”

“Most things are” Harper reasons, before physically pulling Carly up into a sitting position as she takes the seat next to her. “But 50% of the time I’m around when they happened. So what’s got you exuding all of this energy, did yall finally hook up?!” She looks over to Carly. “Oh my god! You did! You hooked up with Freddie!”

Carly covers her face groaning. “We did not hook up! Well not really anyway… I don’t think?"

“Did he get it in the wrong hole or something, because that’s okay, a bad sense of direction can have some good outcomes”

“What?! No! God No, What does that even-” she trails off, groaning again. “He doesn’t have a bad sense of direction, whatever that means. I…. I did something stupid last night and one thing led to another and…”

“And…..? Spit it out!”

“I can’t, I’m too ashamed, leave me here on the couch to wallow”

“Carly, if you don’t tell me, I’m going to have to go ask him myself and I know you don't want that”. She’s lying, Carly knows that, but even so the threat of bringing any of this up with Freddie is a no go. 

“You can’t tell anyone okay, sworn to secrecy. You have to promise… On Beyonce.”

“Beyonce?” Harper asks. 

“Beyonce.”

“What did you do?! Okay, I promise, but what in the world is so bad that you made me promise on the queen?! We’ve already lost one, Carly”

Carly cracks a smile, hitting Harper with the pillow next to her before taking a deep breath and saying the next words so fast they all stick together. “Wehdirtahtextd”

“You what now?”

“We…” she huffs out a breath, closing her eyes before finishing the sentence. “Dirty texted..”

“You dirty texted?”

“Yes. Last night, I dirty texted Freddie” 

“So you sexted? That’s not bad Carly, I can’t tell you how many people I’ve had a textual cohabitation with, I thought you guys banged or something”

“We didn’t sext” Carly corrects, putting her face in her hands again. “At least I don’t think we did. We just talked… about what we would do.. If we were….together….in an intimate way..”

“Uh huh. So you were sexting. I need to see the evidence” Harper smirks, attempting to reach for the phone. A direct reversal of their situation fifteen hours earlier. “Well did you like it?! By the waffle thing this morning I feel like you did.”

“NO!” Carly groans again. “I can’t do that to Freddie, and anyway, it doesn’t matter if I liked it, because it’s not going to happen again.”

At this Harper finally quits trying to steal the phone, turning instead to face her best friend. “What do you mean it’s not going to happen again, and also not that I’m not flattered I was involved in you two finally losing your shit, but how, can I ask, was this my fault? I’d like to know so I can take credit on your wedding day.”

Carly stands up from the couch and walks to the fridge pulling out a bottle of orange juice before reaching for the wine and two flasks. “It’s not going to happen again, because we said it was a one night thing, and in any case as you could see today, Freddie didn’t seem to even care.” She puts the glasses on the table and starts pouring. “And, it’s your fault because this whole stupid thing happened because I sent him that fanfiction you had open on my phone last night!”

“Girl, you sent him the deep throat cake fic?! You saucy minx! I didn’t know you had it in you!”

“I didn’t have it in me! I thought it was about baking a cake!” Carly protests, before downing her whole mimosa in one go. 

“That seems more in character for you” Harper nods, a smile still evident on her face. “So let me get this straight, you’re throwing down cocktails at 11 am-” 

Carly interrupts. “11:27am”

Harper rolls her eyes. “11:27 am because you texted Freddie a fic about licking frosting off his body and then you guys sorta maybe had phone sex, but you told him that it was a one night thing and now you’re upset because this morning, after the one night, he did what you wanted and acted like your best friend again without making it weird?”

“Yes!” Carly bursts out, pouring more orange juice into her cup for round two. “Like who does that?!”

“Uh… Someone who can read an instruction manual? You did kind of give him one didn’t you?”

“Who’s side are you on here?” Carly whines, giving Harper a look.

“Yours, of course. All I’m saying is, I would look at this like the perfect situation, Bestie.”

“How..”

“You guys got to have ‘dirty texting’” she air quotes the dirty texting. “And get your innocent little rocks off and then the next day go back to being best friends again with no weirdness, aside from you know, the spoon incident.” She’s not wrong. “So why stop? If you enjoyed it, and I assume he enjoyed it?” Carly Nods. “Then you’ve proven things don’t have to be weird, and you can keep doing your thing. It’ll give you something to do besides knitting, which believe me, you need.” 

“I..” Carly begins, scrunching her nose up as she thinks through what Harper said. “I don’t want to complicate things further. What if it leads to… physical touching?” 

“You mean like hand holding?” Harper smirks. “Most touching is physical, Carly. But okay so it leads to touching, at least you can stop lying to yourself about being crazy about him”

“I’m NOT crazy about him.”

“Uhuh, need I mention the spoon again, Carly?”

“No mention needed.” She huffs falling face first into the side of the lounge Harper isn’t sitting on. “Why did I let you get inside my head!”

It's 11pm when she finally caves. She's been reading through his texts over and over all evening wondering why he is happily texting in the group chat like nothing is bothering him when she's sitting here having an existential crisis of the highest order. When she mentioned it being a dream last night, this is not what she meant. Or maybe it is, maybe it's exactly what she meant, only she still feels like she's asleep and for some reason he's wide awake. On some level it feels disjointed because with their dynamic over the years the scales should be tipped the other way. He's supposed to chase her. She's mad at herself for even thinking that. 

Last night he had been so open, he'd literally talked about going down on her, he'd said she drove him crazy, he’d said her name, or well, typed her name, but he typed it like it meant something, like he was feeling the same thing. And then this morning happened and it was like he forgot. Like he completely wiped the fact that eight hours earlier she’d been telling him she wanted to.. 

“I’d want to return the favour”

“You wouldn't have to”

“I know that, but I'd WANT to’

‘Really?’

‘Yes, I've thought about it before”

“Carly you're killing me”

And she had liked it. Last night he'd been so responsive, so In tune with her, it was like they were two spies hiding out from the rest of the world and their messages, this dirty little secret that only they would ever share. Well I suppose it was something only they were meant to share. But it felt like something. It felt like the start and yet… For him it wasn't?

And okay, so she'd been the one to say it was a dream, but that's because it had to be. She hadn't wanted to risk their friendship on something she hadn't even had the chance to think through. Last night was an accident, she hadn't known what the fic was about, it all sort of just happened. So it made sense that they had some ground rules, that they kept it hypothetical, because she wasn't ready for any of it to be real anyway. Right? 

But why wasn't he affected? Why was he treating her like some kid sister? Why didn't he care that she almost deep throated a waffle for him. And why is she the only one that's obsessing over them? Him? All of it. That can't be right. 

She thinks back on what Harper said, ‘So why stop? If you enjoyed it, and I assume he enjoyed it then you’ve proven things don’t have to be weird, and you can keep doing your thing.’ 

Had they proved it? I mean they technically had. They'd been fine today, normal even. So maybe Harper was right? Why stop? Besides, she thinks, why should she be the only one thinking about it. One more time can't hurt?

She pulls out her phone navigating back to the site she was on last night scrolling through the stories looking for something that will leave a mark. 

Freddie and Carly adopt a.. No. Freddie gives Carly a new.. Nope. Carly and Freddie get trapped in the Icarly studio when a power outage caused by a freak snow storm causes them to cross a line they never have before. Rated Mature. Yes. 

She starts reading, eyes rapidly sliding from one side of the page to the next as she devours the words on the screen. Fic Freddie has Carly up against the wall, much like they talked about last night. Fic Carly is dropping to her knees, somewhat like they spoke about last night. It's perfect, she thinks, copying the link before pasting it into their text chain. She doesn't bother to say anything this time, she just presses send.

Ding. 

His reply comes in Instantly, and there's no way he's finished reading, no way. She panics, thinking maybe he's going to turn her down, after all, he hasn't even bothered to read the story, that can’t be good.  

Maybe she should have left it. They’d made it out alive, what was she thinking tempting fate again? She looks down to the phone reluctantly ready to see his rejection when she spots the four words. 

“What are you wearing?” 

There is no pretense, no mucking around, no scene to set up, he's just straight to the point and It makes her body heat up and tingle all over. This does sound like the prelude to actual sexting. This was the boundary that she set for herself. This is the line they were not meant to cross. Last night it was hypothetical, pretend, this is…. not. 

ding. Another message pops up. 

“I’m going to be honest, I've been thinking about it all night.”

Thank God, she thinks, taking a deep breath as she types back into the phone. 

“Really? You didn't forget?”

“Forget?” He replies quickly before sending another one straight after. “You've been running through my mind all day”

Her whole body visibly relaxes, a breath coming out she didn't know she was holding. He thought of her all day? It shouldn't make her so happy, but it does. It just does. 

She types back. 

“I'm wearing my pink Pyjama shorts, you know the ones with the peaches, and the shirt that says “you've got a peach of my heart” she presses send, then panics. 

Was she meant to lie? Say something about wearing sexy lingerie? Does one actually stay honest about what they're wearing during a sext? She groans, grabbing the phone again to write another message. 

“Pretend I didn't say peaches, pretend I said something sexier, something lacier.”

He writes back immediately. “The sexiest thing to me is you being you. I’ll take the peaches, thanks.”

She whimpers, cheeks going hot as her hand goes to rest over her chest eager to feel if her heart is beating as fast as she feels it is. It is. 

“What are you wearing?” she responds, biting her lip as she pictures him laying on his bed, shirt off, thinking about her. 

“Just some pajama pants and some boxers” he responds, and okay now she's really thinking about it. She's thinking about throwing her rules aside and walking the 300 meters to his apartment so that she doesn't have to imagine anymore. In this moment, she wants it. 

She flushes and types back. “Take the pants off?”

Ding. 

“They're off, what about you?”

“What do you want?” she replies.

Ding. 

“I want the peaches to hit the floor”

“Done”

Ding. 

“God, I want to see you. What are you doing, baby?”

Baby. Baby? The minute she reads it she feels the ache. He called her baby. He's never called her that before. Actually, she can count the number of people who have said that to her on one hand. And even from the list of ex boyfriends on that hand, not one persons ‘baby’ has ever hit her the way that reading Freddie's does. She’s so hot and bothered now it's not even funny.  They've already broken one rule tonight, what's another, she thinks. 

She grabs her phone, pressing his number before bringing the phone up to her ear. 

He picks up on the second ring. 

“Carly..” he says, breathing heavily. “I.. is-”

She cuts him off. “I needed to hear your voice, I needed to hear you say it..”

He lets out another breath, a contented sigh making its way into her ear as she waits. 

“What did you need to hear?” He whispers, as everything else around her goes silent. 

“Call me baby” she pleads. She's breathless herself, her hand still resting against her rapidly beating heart. “Please?”

He grunts, and it's the sexiest thing she's ever heard, or at least it is until the next word slips from his mouth. “Baby”

She moans and he curses under his breath which only makes her want him more. Freddie cursing in frustration and pent up need? um yes please. 

“Are we still dreaming?” He asks. 

She sighs, slipping her fingers underneath the hem of her shirt fiddling with it. “I think so… But Freddie, I don't want to stop”

He grunts again. “Are you on your bed, baby?” His voice is choked and smoky in a way that makes him sound like he's just smoked a whole box of cigarettes, all deep and throaty and enough to drive her wild. 

“Yes..” she manages to whisper. 

“Okay” he whispers back. “I want you to lay back and pretend your hand is mine”

She does. 

TBC

[bicon-crange]

can the nosey ones know abt ur crush? :3c dw if not. my condolences (positive)

yeah sure why not i cant stop fucking talking about it anyways.

iiii dont know if its necessarily a crush though!! definitely an obsession. definitely some kind of. fixation. thanks for your condolences i definitely fucking need them. TT-TT )

its like. uh. this person i know whos sooo articulate and smart and. theyre really sweet. yknow BASIC SHIT. theyre great everyone likes them.

anyways when we first started talking it was like. some kinda. there was clashing. i guess is how you could put it? but every time we finished talking i felt soo like. electrified. like buzzing. like my whole body was just shaking. adrenaline? maybe?

i really thought at first that it was just a friendly interest. some sort of.. y'know intellectual thing! you meet someone whos so much smarter than you and whos ideas are so well put together and who thinks YOU'RE interesting and of course you want to know more of how their brain works of course youre. captivated a bit yknow? thats like. normal. to feel. i think.

oh the first couple times we talked i went so nuts! i reread over our convos like a thousand times and reiterated our talks several times to EVERYONE in my house. its so actually embarrassing. but they were good convos you HAAAVE to understand. it was like. ducking weaving. it was like. some sort of mental exercise . and i thought it was like. normal. but it just kept. HAPPENING. AND HAPPENING. AND HAPPENING.

and i tell you what this was a lot easier a month or so ago when i was like I JUST REALLY LIKE TALKING TO THIS PERSON!! ^_^ (<- STILL A DEFINITE POSSIBILITY) cause ugh. lately its like. ever since the thought popped in my head that this interest MIIIGHT be romantic in nature its. ALLLL DAY thinking about them its so nuts! its so constant!! its literally like a fucking DISEASE... i feel like. angry over it? spiteful? almost? it reminds me of when i had a crush on a guy in elementary school and I didnt know how to handle it so i beat the hell out of him with a lunch box.

like im over here forgetting shit left and right and messing up basic conversation skills and having heart palpitations and theyre like. fine probably. iiii honestly dont think they even think about me lol. i mean definitely not as much as i am,easy, because im totally insane and obsessive i know this.

we also dont talk so much! its not very often! so yeah im sure they dont think about me as much. im even definitely sure if i ever verbalized this it wouldnt work out. ive visualized them turning me down like 20 different ways for 20 different reasons just today. lots of reasons yknow! im mentally unwell and totally nuts, im immature and also very ugly im unable to carry out a meaningful relationship because of my chronic pain problems and various health issues, all of that is fine but my obsessive nature is really freaky,LD relationships are a no-go, they just dont like me that way, ect ect ect.

its sooo stupid. its SO middle school. they type a response to me and i can barely look at the screen. i feel SO fucking stupid its insane. im like. going to claw my eyes out of my head and chew on them till they burst. i hate it here. and its never going to be reciprocated whatsoever so im literally not even going to try.

BESIDES Y'KNOW!! I DONT EVEN KNOW FOR SURE IF THATS WHAT IM FEELING!! its been wracking my brain for a week straight!! its like. am i just fascinated on an intellectual level, am i just interested in an anthropological sense, are these just really good conversations, if this just normal friendship and im making things super weird? am i just excited that someone seems to get what im saying about what im interested in? yknow. dumb.

either way TLDR; im waiting for it to pass. either I'll sort my own feelings out or itll pass! if its infatuation, GOOD, that has a expiration date of 1-2 years so i will just box it up and not think about it and not do anything about it. ^_^ )9 and it WILL die. BUT if you know how to force that process to go along faster let me KNOW.

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

Have I ever mentioned how much my phone hates me? Because I have a Google doc full of examples that I just realized I can post some of here:

Me: *tries to swipe type a character's name*

"The weather is quite nice today." Said Fae.

Phone: "Nah"

"The weather is quite nice today." Said *far*.

Me: "Ugh, no Phone."

Me: *adds the OC's name to the dictionary so my phone can't mess it up again*

Me: *continues writing scene*

"Which is good because to get to the city we'll have to walk pretty far." She continued.

Phone: "..."

Phone: "... ..."

"Which is good because to get to the city we'll have to walk pretty *Fae*." She continued.

Me: "Why do you do this to me?"

~

Me: *writes a sentence*

That person looks ill.

Phone: "hmm... that looks like an I'll to me."

Me: "wait no-"

That person looks I'll.

Phone: "..."

Phone: "Stupid human, you got the grammar wrong again!" *adds wavy error line*

Me: *screams*

~

Me: *writing a really dramatic scene*

It had all been for nothing, the war was over an they had lost. Everyone they loved was dead. They wanted to give up but-

Phone: "haha, you said butt XD"

Me: "No I didn't—

Me: "Wait-what the heck?!"

They wanted to give up *butt butt BUTT*

~

Me: "I want this character to honestly say they aren't drunk."

Phone: "Cool. This is how sober people talk, right?"

"I'm not drilunks!"

Me: "Now even I don't believe them."

~

Me: *writes a perfectly normal sentence*

The two girls were best friends, they always got ice cream together on weekends.

Me: *checks for wiggly you-got-this-wrong lines*

Phone: "There are no errors :)"

Me: "Cool" *continues writing*

Me: *rereads old sentence minutes when done to make sure it flows well with the rest of the paragraph*

The two grills were breast friends, they appears good ice cream tiger on weekends.

Me: "PHONE."

~

Me: *writes the word edge*

Phone: "Um... So you wrote that wrong."

Me: *checks, sees the word edge*

Me: "... No, that's definitely right :\ "

Phone: "No it's not."

Me: "Phone. Seriously. It's literally four letters long, I think I would be able to tell if I typoed it."

Phone: "I don't know what to tell you, bc it's definitely wrong."

Me: ">:("

Me: "Fine! I'll read it out to you, because apparently you can't read."

Me: "E-"

Me: "G-"

Me: "D-"

Me: "e..."

Me: "..."

Me: "...okay yeah maybe i did typo it this time"

[saltynsassy31]

Okay, @corn418 you cannot keep doing this to me, giving me gifts left and right! Well, guess what? I have a gift for YOU! Yeah! That's right!

I had another longer thing planned out but I realise I won't be able to get to it until July, so I thought of the next best thing! Fanfic with our ocs!

Specifically Orca and Painter ùwú

It's very short! I know! But I am still slowly getting out of writers block XD I'll try and do more in the future!

The oc mentioned, Patch, belongs to @mossy-fruit

Genre- fluff (? I'm honestly not sure, it's just sweet XD)

Another day, another shift, an especially difficult one at that, even Orca had been struggling with this rotation and its awful weapons. If he had known it that it would be this bad, he would have sneaked in a couple weapons given by Patch.

This is why he always checks the schedules and manuals, Zefron always got on his case about it and to just "let it go" and "chilax, you always do fine regardless", he shouldn't have listened to that balloon head!

No matter, he'd just have to get through this until the shift is over, it couldn't go that badly, right?

Orca stared blankly at his status, Professional +1.

"Hey dude, it's not that bad, you've demoted yourself to +1 plenty of times to help me out! You can just quickly go back to Eggsecutive no problem!" Zefron tried to reassure his friend, wrapping an arm around his shorter companion's shoulders.

"Yes Zefron, but the key difference is that I demoted myself." He said, venom spilling from his tongue, making the taller slightly flinch. "I've screwed up so many times I didn't even have to demote myself!"

"Eesh dude, maybe you need to lay off from work for a while, cool down for a little until the next rotation, it's not the end of the world if you just stopped."

Orca huffed as he rolled his eyes, crossing his arm frustratedly. "Zefron, please, you know as well as I do I can't just stop working here."

"Dude, I'm not telling you to stop, I'm just sayin', maybe the reason you've been sucking so hard is because you've let your frustrations cloud you, and doing more shifts won't calm you down." Zefron shrugged as he slowly unwrapped his arms from Orca.

"Ugh, whatever. I'm just going to reread the manual, maybe if I refresh my memory I'll do better next round."

Zefron just let out a defeated grown, this guy was impossible. "I don't get why you're so obsessed with that manual, you've read it like, a thousand times already."

"34 to be exact, and maybe if you actually read it, you wouldn't be needing my help to stay as eggsecutive." Orca countered, much to his friends frustration.

As Orca went over to grab the employee handbook, he quickly noticed its absence. That was strange, no one ever reviewed the manual, as far as he knew he was the only "lunatic" that read that thing. "What? Where did it go?"

Zefron walked up behind Orca, sipping at his juice box. "What? The manual? I don't know, no one touches it, you sure you didn't misplace it?"

"That's what I thought! And I am confident I left it here last time! I never put anything out of its place!" Orca said, getting slightly exasperated, he didn't even own the thing! He was going to get in so much trouble if he lost that handbook!

Zefton continued to sip at his juice as he looked around, spotting a certain octoling at the employee's desk having her lunch with a very familiar looking book.

"Maybe you placed it in that girl's hand."

"What!?" Orca quickly lifted his head to where Zefron was pointing at, the sanatised octoling was practically fuming at this revelation, everybody knows he's the one that likes to read that!

"Chill buddy, as you said, maybe if we read that thing more, we'd be better at this job, right?" Zefron gave Orca a shit eating grin that only made him even more furious, how could he throw his own words against him!

Maybe it was the stress of that day, maybe he was finally reaching his limit, he didn't know, all he knew was that he was stomping over to that girl without a second thought, much to his friend's concern.

This wasn't like him, he was usually calmer than this and would avoid confrontations at any given chance, but this had been his final straw that day and he was about to blow up, this innate need to follow a pattern, a rule set up only in his head, that going against it felt wrong.

He tapped angrily at the girl's shoulder as he cleared his throat. "Ahem, excuse me."

She turned around only to be faced by the face of a very angry Orca, his scowl only making his pale features and dark green eyes be even more prominent. The octoling cowered beneath him, almost choking at her food.

"Y-yes? How m-may I help you?" Shw stuttered out nervously, internally begging he didn't kill her right there and then, she wasn't stupid, she knew who he was, she had heard the rumours.

"The employees hand book, I was gonna read that."

"Haha, right, right yes, my apologies, I just didn't expect you'd be back so soon." She said, quickly giving the book back. "I just thought I'd freshen up my memory a bit."

At that, all his blinding anger seemed to evaporate as he realised how terrifying he probably looked, embetresment quickly settled in, a bright green spreading across his face as he fumbled for words. "Oh, um, actually....never mind, you can keep reading it, my apologies, I just didn't think anyone else here read that thing."

"Oh, well, me neither honestly." She chuckled lightly as she cautiously took the book back from his hands. "But I always felt like it didn't hurt to refresh your memory a bit, ya know? And not many even read through all this to begin with."

"I know! I mean, is it that hard to read a couple pages just to get start? More than half of the newbies I train don't even know what they're getting into and try to wing it!"

The girl laughed at the other’s complains. "Tell me about it....do you, want to read it with me?"

Thay had gotten Orca off-guard for a moment. "Huh?"

She sputtered a little, looking away slightly nervously. "I mean, well, you said you also wanted to read it and I don't want to keep hogging the book all to myself so....? What do you say?"

He was stunned for a moment, not even sure what to say, he'd love to! No one had ever just sat down and read the employees hand book before! At least, not without passing out in the first page of it. A part of him bubbled with excitement but he quickly shot that down, he couldn't let himself fall for this so easily, but it wouldn't hurt to talk to someone new for once, right? Someone who had a similar interest as him.

Don't get him wrong, he appreciates Zefron and his friends, but they could be....a little bit too much sometimes.

Speaking of which, he turned to look behind him where he had last left the beanstalk of an inkling only to that he was....missing.

`Dang it, that bastard, he saw his chance to run off and leave me alone with her! I should have guessed he would have done something like this!`

"So, would you like to or not?" The octoling girl asked once again, waving the book slightly up in the air.

He sighs in defeat, it's not like he had anything better to do, not with Zefron booked for the afternoon. So he shrugged and nodded. "Sure, why not." He pulled a folded chair from the corner and moved to be sitting next to hers, having his front facing the back as he crossed his arms over the backrest of the chair and rested his chin over it.

"I'm Painter, by the way."

"I'm, uh....Orca."

She smiled. "Nice to meet you Orca."

The short octoling couldn't help but smile back at her. "Nice to meet you too."

~☆~

Okay so I had written a whole other version but I realised it didn't portrayed what I wanted but I liked it too much to just delete it all, so here, have a bonus part of what could have been:

"What do you suppose I do then? You're busy this afternoon, I don't have anything else to do..." Orca admitted, slightly embarrassed.

"Well, what about that book you wanted to read last week?"

"I already finished it."

"Oh."

Zefron looked around, taking a sip from his juice box as he placed a hand inside the pocket of his pants until his eyes landed on a particular octoling that was seeting at the ugliest looking folding desk and chair eating her lunch. "Hey, that girl, I've seen her around from time to time."

Orca didn't like where this was going. "Okay, and?"

"I never see her with anybody, and I haven't seen her in turf either, what I have seen her doing is reading that dang manual you always glued your eyes in for reason."

"Maybe if you took a minute to ready any of them you'd stop loosing your rank so often." Orca shot back, but Zefron ignored the jab at his skills or it just flew right over his head.

"I've never seen her in eggsecutive either, maybe you can help her out."

Orca knew this is where he was going with this, but he still felt shocked his friend even thought of such a suggestion.

"Zefron! You know I can't!"

"You can't, or you won't?" The inkling said, giving his shorter friend the biggest side eye as he took a slow sip of his juice box.

"Wh--"

"It's just a suggestion, dude, you need to branch out a little more, besides, you've always volunteered to train newcomers, what's so wrong with helping someone?"

"What if I scare her off with, well, all this!" He motioned at his whole self frustratingly. Zefron's gaze softened, he moved to place a reassuring hand over his shoulder. "Neaty, my dude, you can't keep letting that hold you back, besides, most people here have seen far worse looking things, you actually look pretty awesome with those creepy looking eyes."

[bunny-hoodlum]

Will you ever continue asynchronous with you ??? ;(((

Hello!! I'm sorry for not seeing this right away. I'm sorta on a social media detox again, ehehe. 😅

AWY is still a priority. I wanted to get back to it last February, but... I developed really bad burnout that lasted longer than I thought it would. :( I'd try to reread yet couldn't recapture the same headspace, my outlines all felt foreign to me, opening new documents gave me really bad anxiety and I also couldn't organize my thoughts long enough to write half a scene. I was emotionally disconnected from everything and didn't trust myself to write anything good even if I just broke it down into a logical sequence. Like, that would be awful to read imo.

I'm better now, finally.

So what's going with AWY currently: I actually deleted Ch 7 on Ao3 maybe a month ago, I plan to update Ch 6 when I can get that done -- I'm changing the swing scene :B -- then I'll be able to update it semi-regularly again.

I know those chapters were perfectly fine, but I still felt stuck, so I wanted to hold onto Naruto's conflict with Kurenai longer in order to still have some momentum in the plot. If that makes sense.

Actually... Ugh, I still feel like updating Ch 3-5 as well. 😅 The attempts at that have been equally overwhelming for my brain, but every time I want to move forward, I look behind instead. It's always those same things that jump out at me and say 'fiiiiix uuuussssss 🧟', lmao.

Sorry for the ramble. Maybe you got more info than you were asking for, lol. AWY will be coming back. I'll be sure to announce it here so you know. :)

[daydadahlias]

this will be long so prepare cause i can't actually choose one favorite of yours.

Scene 14 -> they're idiots and i love them (i'll have to reread this one soon) and horsemint and lemonade

Fine print -> this is the one i've reread the most out of your works. i love glimpses of cake and their past relationship and how it affects present day luke and how in the end luke calls calum (out of respect i guess) to basically ask for his permission to date ash.

Coy Fish -> probably my favorite cashton fic (calum is all of us in this one :D), i also liked how you wrote muke here (their dynamics, and michael calling luke bambi)

Paint me -> i absolutely love the scene where they're all seeing ash for the first time in the painting class and the last scene where malum finds lashton in bed in the end

New -> great story and very hot, but what makes this one hilarious and stand out to me are your notes (aka hey guys, it's me pornbot jess)

and of course, the sexting ot4 fics simply because they're both so hilarious and i do hope you continue them

Bite Marks -> i know this one isn't finished yet, but i get very excited when you update so i hope you won't leave it unfinished (i am subscribed to your ao3 so i'll read it even if you finish it in 3 years)

i have a fave pairing when i'm reading fics (and it's obvious based on this list) but damn you have so many fics and i will read all of them asap.

Thank you for writing and sharing your stories with us :)

omg i love long asks

they're so impossibly stupid, how could you not love them?

i love that you brought up cake in FP! when writing, I considered it being an act of respect, yeah! because it's, like, here's someone you've built your entire life around and also, in a lot of ways, torn your life apart for and even though you're not with them anymore, there's still that inherent need to feel like you're doing right by them. and i dont necessarily think that Luke was asking permission bc if Cal had said "no, im not ok with that" (which he kind of was implying) i dont think that would have stopped luke from pursuing ashton. I think it just would have made it harder for him. i think he just wanted Cal to know. bc he felt like he owed it to him. i have lots of thoughts on Fine Print cake obviously lol.

a little projection from me to Cal in that one, I won't lie. ALSO i love that you brought up side muke!! and it's especially cute bc im writing a really long cashton fic rn with (very prevalent) side muke where michael calls luke bambi lol. i just think it's so cute!!

oo Paint Me was funnnn to write. she'll always have a special place in my heart <3 I dont love all my old stuff but PM definitely holds up.

WHAT !! AN OUTLIER !! a SURPRISE! this was a delightful little surprise. it's so funny, I was just thinking about New the other day for the first time in, like, two years. bc i like the premise of it but i Don't like the fic and i was considering rewriting it. also obsessed with the fact that u mentioned my author note. you read an author note and thought ugh Jess is just so funny and personable and you were right <3

I plan on continuing them! I'm just trying to pick a Setting for the next installment. maybe while they're in the studio, an interview, or the tour bus

I love BM and I really do plan on finishing it. I hate that I posted it before I was properly ready and I do not plan on ever doing that with a fic again. but i will finish it!! even if that, yeah... takes 3 years.

thank you so much for reading and all of your kind words! I loved reading this <3

[djservo]

[...] I have zero ideia how money works in the US, but it sounds cheaper than paying a power AND water bill value in a Kindle which is the case where I live ― but it would save me a lot of space bc the place where I keep my books is getting full. Guess I'll finally have to get rid of Dan Brown (Deception Point was such a disappointment!! Dan's characters are there only to serve to the enigmas and such and nothing else, b4 it wouldn't bother me, but nowadays it does; AND IT DID, especially when he inserts a brief story about their past with the porpose of using it to cheap drama ― and I could go on and on) 🫠 There's so much I want to read since I got back into reading last year (especially try to read in english to get better!!), but I've been having so many migraines the last couple of months it's almost impossible to concentrate 🧘‍♀️ But out of the 20 I read in 2022, I can mention A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess (and I feel a bit embarrassed bc Alex does SO MUCH shit but he's such a intriguing character 🤷‍♀️), Brave New World by Aldous Huxley (planning on rereading!!) and Nocturnal by Scott Sigler, as the ones that got stuck in my head the most. I would recommend Nocturnal to anyone without giving any context even tho I think most wouldn’t get as excited as I did 🧍‍♀️ I'm trying to get into Trainspotting by Irvine Welsh bc it was the last one I bought alongside Essex County by Jeff Lemire (made me cwy 🥺🧎🏻‍♀️) but I'm not in the right mindset to deal with Renton, Sick Boy & Company!! But I LOVE that movie so much, and books usually tend to show more. But well, we'll see 🙆‍♀️🧏‍♀️ [...]

part 2 of this lovely novella 💌

Well DAMN a kindle isnt That worth it then scratch everything !! 😮‍💨❌ ugh but yes I feel you about saving space — I have very little restraint when I see a good deal for a book I've been wanting to read or really when it comes to secondhand shopping in general - I'm like, it's secondhand so it's fine!! But No!! I literally do Not have the space for more things!!! I did what I THOUGHT was a big purge of my bookshelf a couple weeks ago but I Still have to stack books on the floor bc I can't fit everything on the shelf... like truly two towering piles 🤦‍♀️ Maybe I'll try not buying any books at all this year, or only buy if I get rid of the same amount I already own ykwim 🤨 I haven't read any Dan Brown but I feel like I always see someone reading him at airports so maybe for my next long trip I'll try one of his 😶‍🌫️ (but not Deception Point, got it 👍) I would've assumed English was your first language, you speak (type?) it so eloquently! I've been doing duolingo since the pandemic but even with my 800+ day streak (yes really) I feel like I've absorbed nothing substantial, certainly not enough to feel comfortable conversationally which is disappointing! I always say I wanna take a language class but this year for real... I'm trying to get on UR level, reading books in other languages n shit! 😤💪 also bc I've been thinking so much about the act of translation and how much can get lost/changed, so I think it'd be a really interesting experience to read a book in it's original language + its translation to compare meanings and whatnot 💭

Oooh I loved A Clockwork Orange when I read it!! I still haven't gotten around to seeing the film, but I remember when I was a kid I'd look up clips on youtube to scar myself bc I thought it was all so freaky and bizarre LOL I read Brave New World in high school when I was like strictly in a David Sedaris phase (oh so smart and sophisticated of me 🙄) so I don't think I really cared for it at the time which is ANNOYING! it'd be cool to reread books I was assigned in school now with more Refined skills of interpretation/concentration — particularly Jane Eyre which I stupidly left until the very last possible second to read and we had this big in-class essay coming up so I crammed the entire 500+ pages in one day and it was such an agonizing yet amazing feat 🫡 and I remember I did actually like it despite the cramming, but I think I'd appreciate/take even more from it if I were to read it now and take my proper time with it 🧘‍♀️ ANYWAY. Will definitely check out Nocturnal at some point this year and will Not read Anything about it!! I love going into things like that - I'm trying to stop reading letterboxd reviews before I watch movies this year too bc I have such a bad habit of it 🤦‍♀️ I try not to read reviews of books either bc I don't want ppl's opinions inadvertently shaping mine while I read, but sometimes I just want to make sure a 3+ hour long movie is worth my time ykwim?? But that's all subjective yada yada fuck it, we ball and go into things blind this year!! 🤾‍♀️ I've been meaning to read Trainspotting too! Coincidentally I always kind of lumped it with A Clockwork Orange + Fight Club with the sort of societal commentary/offbeat characters on the outskirts of society thing. Maybe I'll read both Trainspotting and Fight Club at the same time, watch the film adaptations for them (and A Clockwork Orange finally), then transform overnight into a fake deep edgelord dudebro 🃏

[lionowlonao3]

hellu

(it's virgil! just on my other tumblr bc i cant get to my laptop rn!)

so: sit across on a train, car for 6 hours (no music) or sit next to on a plane:

Madame Thénardier, leroux!erik, merlin's mum

hallo! :D

oh boy, do i have to travel anywhere w mme thénardier?? maybe i'll do like i did with uther in that other one you asked me: kill/maim, and do one of the things on my own. is that allowed???? if not, hhh i suppose i'd sit next to her on a plane, cos sitting opposite people on trains is in some ways worse than sitting beside them, idk. hopefully she'll just fall asleep.

(i can't really comment on any specific erik, bc in my head i have blended them all together and added a dash of my own erik, and i'd have to have reread the novel recently to parse him out from elements i've taken from alw, kay or myself) however, in any case, i absolutely can't take him in the car because how could i in good conscience subject him to NO MUSIC?! so, erik can come on the train with me :D

that's fine, because of these three characters, hunith is the one i would most trust to drive a car i am in, including to be happy with us stopping at more service stations than she necessarily would without me, bc CAR SICKNESS UGH. also i am really happy you gave me hunith as an option bc i adore her

the list of questions/fandoms

[daisylincs]

Today is, officially, the last day of 2020 - so it's literally just in time that I'm getting to @aosrecweek's amazing challenge. But that does go to show the nature of this crazy year a little bit, right? Time has just been INSANE, and I honestly cannot believe it's so close to over.

That said, I want to put it out there that everyone - absolutely everyone - who created something in this mad year, is a SUPERHERO. Like. We could have hidden away in dark corners, curled into little balls, and lost touch with our creativity entirely - but instead, we made some of the most fantastic content I have ever seen. And, excuse the language, but that is fucking amazing, of each and every single one of us. We're bloody INCREDIBLE, you guys. We really are.

Now, the rules of this challenge dictate that I've got to start with some of my own things, then repeat with the same number of creations by other people. So I'm going to do that, and I apologise for the sheer length (and self-plug-iness) of what is about to follow - but, bloody incredible, remember? I really mean that. 💜💜💜

My Own:

you could call me babe for the weekend - 19k of Spideychelle being oblivious, mutually pining IDIOTS while being snowed in. And, you know, fake dating. (This thing was SO MUCH FUN to write and though, yeah, it got completely out of control, as evidenced by the 19k, I still really love it.)

'tis the damn season - my first attempt at writing a multi-chap, and, yeah, it only has one chapter as of now, but I really love said chapter. Basically, it's Daisy and Mackelena being friends, and honestly just the BEST friends - I adore the style I managed to achieve in this thing. Plus, the Skimmons I have planned up next is going to be da bomb.

the closest thing - Philindaisy plus fake family. Also; amusement parks. And for a fangirl like me - well, it was pretty much a dream come true to write!

oh valley of plenty - in this fic, I basically told myself, so AoS won't give us Huntingbird in the finale? Fine. I'll just do it myself then - in the fluffiest way possible. And that's exactly what I did - making them, and their kids, be best friends in Perthshire.

maybe life should be about more - a very angsty Skimmons and Daisy-centric AU, focusing on the internalised homophobia Daisy has experienced through her life, and shaking it off (and eventually, y'know, getting together with Jemma.)

and it's dark in a cold december (but i've got you to keep me warm) - Fitzsimmons just make such a supreme pairing for hurt/comfort, what with how insanely well they understand each other and care about each other, so I'm really glad for the Fitzsimmons Secret Santa giving me the chance to write this! Basically, this follows our science duo through a stressful mission on Christmas Eve (so yes, it's a mission fic!!) and realising that the two of them can do anything together.

july second - ahhh, one of my personal favourites to write! Daisy birthday surprise fluff will always be top-notch for me, especially for all the team-as-family fluff you can add in, especially especially that this is set in Staticquake times! Also, it's from Hunter's point of view, which will forever be the most insanely fun thing to write, I do think.

i just wanna be with you - man, I'm such a big royal fan, so getting the chance to write a modern royalty AU for my OTP was nothing short of amazing!! This is Princess Daisy and her fiancée Lincoln Campbell at their official engagement interview

see the line where the skye meets the sea - shameless season 1 bby Bus Kids fluff, featuring movie nights, singalongs and... so much fluff your teeth will rot. Also I'm really freaking proud of the pun in the title okay

'cause all that you are is all that i'll ever need - Huntingbird waking up together fluff (because, fight me, Huntingbird in their sweet moments is one of the sweetest things you will ever get to read or write.) This is also my, fluffy, take on the origin of the Franny's Saloon keychain.

we love you, we love you (and we hope you love we too) - aha, my first polyship fic! Also my first try at some actually fancy HTML formatting (forever thanks to Kat for explaining.) Both of these things combined to form a fic that even I think is ridiculously fluffy and funny, and kinda amazing, at that.

and man I don't know where the time goes (but it sure goes fast like that) - Another Bus Kids movie night fic, but this one set post-season 7, and reflecting on how far they've come. A little bit more hurt/comfort-y than it's pure fluff prequel, but still super fluffy and soft. And, of course, with a happy ending.

she shares my dreams, i hope that someday, i'll share her home - snowy Fitzsimmons fluff, complete with them falling in love at the Winter Olympics, as you do.

then you walked in and my heart went boom - 16k of Dekesy for the wife, and remarkable for that, because literally a month ago from this, I hated Dekesy with my entire soul. Then I started reading Kat's fics, and, well, fell in love with them... so much so that I wrote sixteen thousand words of enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, bed sharing holiday fluff for them.

a love like that - a Fitzsimmons Cinderella AU, featuring my two favourite science babies, in true science bby style, falling in love over science and how stupid the whole courting thing is. Also, Daisy makes a brief appearance, and she's the freaking best.

ever after - ah, probably the one single fic I'm proudest of. A post-season 7 Daisy character study focusing on her emotional rollercoaster re: losing her family/things never being the same again, which just achieves... an emotional level that I have never managed to replicate again. I was full-on sobbing while writing it, and, guys, it also part-holds the Closest To Making Kat Cry prize.

blue - Daisy character study spanning snapshots of seven seasons, and before - but tied together by something blue in every moment. Researching for this, and finding all the blue moments, was very interesting, and immensely satisfying, especially since all the moments where a little bit of blue was present actually combine to chronicle Daisy's journey on the show remarkably well.

who is that girl I see - the one time I decided to write straight angst, and straight angst with no happy ending. Melinda May post-Bahrain, folks.

take my hand, take my whole life too - aww, the first thing I wrote that I really and truly loved. A Staticquake and Fitzsimmons Actors AU, featuring a proposal on set and INCREDIBLE amounts of fluff and softness.

hold out your hand, 'cause friends will be friends - the wife's favourite, and, as second fics go, pretty damn good, if I do say so myself. It's a Soulmates AU for Staticquake and Mackelena, with the focus being on DaisyMack friendship, and lots of denial, angst, and guilt about finding their soulmates. (They figure it out eventually, don't worry - it's me, of course I made them happy.)

Fitzsimmons + Fake Dating moodboard - Fake dating will always be FAB, and picturing it out in a moodboard - especially for my clueless bby best friends in love - was the best, and super satisfying.

Staticquake + Orange moodboard - One of the cooler ideas I had for Trick or Treat (which I still have not finished, heaven help me) was to make a series of moodboards for my OTP plus different colours. This orange one is just so light, and cheerful, and happy, and honestly I kinda adore it.

This Philindaisy + Family Moodboard - making moodboards can be insanely frustrating when you just can't find the photo that fits exactly right. With this one, however, I found all the pics I needed pretty insanely fast, and, better, the whole thing just worked, and really nicely so, too.

This Bus Kids + Baking Cookies moodboard - there's absolutely NO faults to be found with tiny, adorable Skye, Fitz and Jemma concocting choc chip cookies - but I'm actually doing a tiny cheat here, because, cute as my moodboard here is, the accompanying fic by my love @eowima is the SWEETEST and best thing you could ever wish for!!!

This Daisy Johnson Appreciation Week Photoset - Day 3 of Daisy Johnson Appreciation Week focused on an emotion, and I picked confidence and power, because honestly, it's nothing short of amazing how confident and powerful our gorgeous girl has become.

This Daisy Johnson Appreciation Week Photoset - One of the times I wish I could gif, because this quote about struggling though never giving up just suits Daisy perfectly. The photos I found are cool, though, and I mean, it's Daisy, so that's already absolutely fabulous.

Other People's:

I managed to find twenty-six of my own things that I liked enough to put up there (because, yes, I'm that big a dork, 26 things for me being 26 is the way to go :D) Anyway, now that gives me the amazing chance to spotlight twenty-six of my favourite creations by my FANTASTIC mutuals! 😍

To start, my wife - Kat said I couldn't put everything she's ever written on here, so, ugh, I guess I'll just do my top five then. *grumbling* Everything by Kat is on here in spirit, though!!

Chasing Cars (even after the story ends) by @aleksandrachaev - the epic Dekesy roadtrip AU and incredible Daisy character study itself, which, I do believe, finishes today!! Words aren't enough to describe how freaking AMAZING this thing is, or how spectacularly well characterised. Just: if you haven't read this yet, you are missing out. You will laugh, you will groan, you will want to wrap Daisy in a very tight hug, and you will probably cry, too. This fic just has it all, really!

there goes the maddest man this town has ever seen by @aleksandrachaev - the post-season 7 Deke-crashes-the-Framework-Zoom-call fic I didn't know I needed (but spent the next two weeks rereading every single night.) It is absolutely INCREDIBLE, with all the Deke & Team feels we missed in the final outro scene, and honestly just the most fantastic writing. I cannot recommend it enough!

To Box It Up And Start Again (everything must go) by @aleksandrachaev - bloody hell, this BROKE me. Deke never really got to say goodbye in canon, but Kat gave him the chance to do it here. And, my freaking GOODNESS, she made it so incredibly bittersweet and heart-shattering. 10/10

i am a leaf on the wind by @aleksandrachaev - a little bit of a stretched-out, reflective moment in the season 7 finale. As Daisy lingers on the edge of death, she reflects on all the lives she could have had - and, man, what a study in bittersweetness!! This entire fic is utterly incredible, and something I think all Daisy fans should read.

Falling Into Place by @aleksandrachaev - here's a tiny cheat from me (sorry, babes, lmao) because technically this isn't one fic, but a series of three. Way too amazing to miss out on, though!! Set mid-season 7, this has the Chronicoms go after a young Mary Sue Poots to kill Quake before she can become a problem for them. They stop the Chronicoms, yes, but not without a TREMENDOUS dose of feels and hurt/comfort. There's also a wonderful little dose of Dekesy friendship, and then an adult adoption (!!) that honestly made my entire day to read. Actually, that's true for the entire series - I really canNOT yell about it enough!!

destroyer of worlds by @bobbimorseisbisexual - a study in incredible parallels between Jiaying's daughters. Utterly breathtakingly done, this will give you ALL the feels for this small and complex Inhuman family.

Muscle Memory by @robotgort and @bobbimorseisbisexual - a Huntingbird!! Bones!! AU!! And also a collaboration between two of the most fabulous Huntingbird authors in the fandom - honestly, what more can you ask for?! This will make you laugh, and gasp, and wince, and keep you guessing at each new plot twist (and also screaming at your screen for Hunter and Bobbi to get their acts together and TALK ABOUT IT.) In short: it's completely and utterly amazing, and I cannot, cannot recommend it enough!!

You Belong Among the Wildflowers by @libbyweasley - a freaking incredible Scis & Spies Regency AU! I only just started reading, but I was hooked all the way through, especially on the way Libby writes all four characters' complex relationships (and their attraction, and their history!) Everything about it is just completely stunning, and I for one cannot WAIT for these beautiful idiots to figure out they all belong together.

Family Snapshot by @tomatobookworm - if it's family fluff you're after, especially Staticquake family fluff, look no further! This tremendously soft and utterly amazing fic follows a day in the lives of a pregnant Daisy and her husband Lincoln, and their not-so-little family of Inhumans, both adopted and biological. There's also shopping with Grandma May, lots of feels, lots of shippiness, and just AMAZINGNESS all the way through!!

Best Day Ever by @loved-the-stars-too-fondly - Jemma and Daisy want to adopt a pet, and make a very special trip to Wisconsin to do it. Also, whether he knows who he is or not, Jemma has an important question to ask Cal - and just, AHHHH, everything about this is utterly stunning! For starters, Aubrey's writing is FANTASTIC, and the scene she sets is absolutely beautiful, and so very bittersweet. I was actually misting up a little with happy tears towards the end of this - really, I cannot recommend this enough, to any Skimmons fan.

so why don't we go somewhere only we know by @loved-the-stars-too-fondly - more Skimmons (platonic this time, though), more hurt/comfort, and, yes, again, more absolutely INCREDIBLE writing. This one is canon compliant, following a shaken Jemma struggling to sleep after Maveth, and how Daisy finds a way to help her out. Incredibly sweet, tender and BEAUTIFULLY written, this one was an instant favourite the moment I read it!

Unspoken by @anxiouslynumbme - a birthday fic for yours truly, and, honestly, one of the most STUNNING Staticquake introspectives I've read. It follows Daisy and Lincoln in a beautifully tender missing moment in season 3, with them both realising their feelings, and just... AHHHHHHHH, everything about it is utterly incredible!! I cannot, cannot recommend this gem of a fic enough

the thing about water droplets and ruffled hair by @que-mint-tea - here's another fic that proves, once and for all, how good Kat's Dekesy is, because it managed to convert T to write some Dekesy smut. And, oh my GOSH, what Dekesy smut - so goshdarn angsty, but so FANTASTICALLY characterised and written that it leaves you more than a little breathless, and gaping at your screen. The first chapter initially left us on the most HORRIFIC cliffhanger, but then T fixed it, and it's just... this thing is really a whole new level of emotional writing, raw and gripping and intensely perfect for both of these characters. My haw still drops whenever I think of this thing, and how utterly AMAZING it was, so yeah. Fic rec!!!

beautiful stranger, there you are by @justanalto - I do believe I still owe Serena a long and very gushy comment on this thing, because, MAN, does it ever deserve that!! Pipsy and fake dating, with the most HILARIOUSLY incredible writing, plot and characterisation, and honestly just a giddy "askhdfkhsfh" whenever I think back to how much I enjoyed it. Yup, it was that good.

Jumping to conclusions by @eowima - a very special one, because it marks my love Océane's first venture into writing AoS fic! It's an AU of 1x06 (the Fitzsimmons episode of s1) where Fitz does actually jump out of the plane to save Jemma. Realisations of feelings, and some of the most genuinely FANTASTIC Fitz characterisation I've read in a while, follow - and, yup, I was shouting at my screen for them just to get together already. Amazing stuff, really!!

Look into your eyes and the sky's the limit by @eowima - okay, this. This. Another gift for me, and one that I will probably treasure forEVER, because it is just?? so?? utterly?? perfect?? Just for starters, the title is a Hamilton reference - and then the theme of Hamilton references continues into the fic itself, I'm delighted to say. There's also the most BEAUTIFUL, playful Skimmons friendship, and teasing, and then of course the bet about who can make out with their crush first... Staticquake & Fitzsimmons perfection. And all rendered in Océane's delightful, best-thing-ever-to-read writing!! I'm going into a giddy keyboard smash just THINKING about this, so yeah, cannot recommend it enough.

lullabies and clear blue skies by @springmagpies and @bobbimorseisbisexual - okay, I never thought I'd catch myself shipping FitzBobbi, let alone shipping it this hard, but... wow. Maggie and Al teamed up to completely blow me away, and MELT MY WHOLE ENTIRE HEART with the sheer cuteness of this!! It features Fitz, Bobbi and adopting two daughters, and it's just the most tender, beautiful development through that little family - I love it so, so much.

We made all the wrong choices by @browneyedgenius - the winner of the AoS Angst War 2020, how could I not include this one? It is such a well-deserved win, though, whoa - I was sobbing, full-on sobbing, at least twice while reading. It follows the season 5 team through the events of the time-loop, after they failed to save the world - and, oh my gosh, it ripped my heart right out of my chest, but beautifully so. Everything about this fic just hits so hard, and it's written so well - yeah, really a most AMAZINGLY deserved win, for an utterly SHATTERINGLY incredible fic.

I threw stones at the stars (but the whole sky fell) by @nazezdha321 - this is Z showing us all how to write a backstory for a minor character, and write it so well that everyone's hearts break all over again when she dies. This one is about Victoria Hand, and it builds a stirring and profound childhood for her, also making her rise through the ranks of SHIELD and just her entire character mean so much more. Really, fic-wise, this is goals, and I take my hat off to you, Z, 1000%, for writing it.

in which the universe is put together by @besidemethewholedamntime - Rebecca's emotional writing, particularly Fitzsimmons' emotions, is incomparable, and she proves it all over again in this fic. If follows Fitz and Jemma before, after and during the bloodwork, and I just... wow, honestly. The emotion!! And the characterisation!! Absolutely stunning, and honestly all I could wish for in a we-had-time fic.

Agents of SHIELD Season 8 by @egumal - THIS. This, this, this, oh my gosh - as fix-it fics go, this has to be the most spectacular one I have ever read. What it does is find a way - a potentially canon compliant way, too - to bring back Lincoln Campbell, and reunite Staticquake. Basically: just about as season 7 finishes, the Astro Ambassadors get an unexpected visitor from another timeline, who asks them to come help out against Hive. Case in point, Daisy meets her lost love again (... but he has no idea who she is) and also has to relive the Fallen Agent drama. It all gets even more complicated when Kora restores Lincoln's memories, and Daisy meets the full team Deke has assembled around him in the 33 years (for him) that they've been apart... in short, this is one of the most thorough, well-written and downright SHOCKING plot-twist-wise fics that you will ever read, and honestly, saying "I can't recommend it enough" is an understatement. This thing is thd BEST, plain and simple!

Black Roses aren't real (but you and I are) by @ohwriteiforgot - ahhhh, a fic that will always have an incredibly special place in my heart, because it introduced me to one of my best fandom friends. The main focus is on Clintasha, it's true, but it's also a crossover with AoS in the sense that Clint was adopted by Coulson and May. Also, Daisy is his little sister, and their bond is gold. Also - there's Staticquake!! And flower shops!! And rivals to friends to lovers!! All I'm going to say is, what more can you ask for?!

A book to shield my story by @maybebrilliant - Staticquake High School AU, ahhhhhhhh!! There are only two chapters out so far, but the way this is shaping up is making my DAY - with Daisy as the new girl who meets Lincoln and his group of friends, and, though her foster parents are absolutely shit, starts to find actual happiness in a school for the first time in her life. Also - THE REFERENCES. Guys. I'm crazy for those, and in this book, so are my favourite dorks, Daisy and Lincoln - and let me tell you, it's nothing short of the best thing ever.

This AoS Finale Gif Edit by @heysteverogers - AoS really has been the most INCREDIBLE journey through the years, but what's really made it special is the company - and that's summed up perfectly in this gorgeous gifset. Also, the graphics on this are just, ahhhh, stunning - I'm in awe, and I've spent very long periods of time just looking at this thing in a state of heart-eyes.

This AoS Finale Gif Edit by @jemannesimms - combining Auld Lang Syne and the final scenes of my favourite show was a raw emotional - but utterly brilliant experience - for me. It's just so absolutely beautiful, and perfectly suited to the team, and their goodbyes!! Breathtaking editing work here, too.

This Daisy as Peter Parker and May as Tony Stark moodboard by @agentsofcomedyandchaos - ahhhh, a crossover of two of my favourite fandoms!! And what a lovely one, too - the colour scheme, quotes, and just the whole FEEL of this is absolutely genius, and I am guilty of being inspired by way too many fic ideas by it. Stunning stuff!!

And... whoa, that was long, but I really do feel that we deserve a bit of a proper pat on the back after creating such magical content in such a messed up year. So that's the note I'm going to leave you with for 2020, my friends: hell-year or no, look at the absolute beauty we were still able to create!! We really are freaking amazing, guys.