#Send me a prompt if you're bad tbh

[jonnywaistcoat]

Hey, Horrormaster Sims. I have a wildly different question that barely relates to TMA (Sorry about that) but its about your own process. Please, if you could, can you tell me how your first drafts made you feel? I'm on the fence about writing my own thing (not a podcast, and again, not Magnus related, though I have a million little aus for that delightful tragedy you wrote, thank you for that!) But I'm discouraged by the collective notion that first drafts are always terrible, because there's no ... examples I can solidly use to help the dumb anxiety beast in my brain that tells me everyone who is in any way popular popped out a golden turd and not, well, you know. One of my friends said 'Oh I bet Jonathan Sims's first draft was nothing like what he wanted' and I got the bright idea to just. Send you an ask, since you're trapped on this hellsite like I am. Anyway, thanks for reading this (if you do) and if you'd rather ask it privately, I am cool with that. Alternatively, you're a hella busy man with Protocol (you and Alex are making me rabid, i hope you know) and you can just ignore this! Cheers, man, and good words.

To my mind all writing advice, especially stuff that's dispensed as truisms (like "first drafts are always garbage") are only useful inasmuch as such advice prompts you to pay attention to how you write best: what helps your workflow, what inspires you, what keeps you going through the rough bits. There are as many different ways to write (and write well) as there are people who write and so always consider this sort of thing a jumping off point to try out or keep in mind as you gradually figure out your own ways of writing.

On first drafts specifically, I think the wisdom "all first drafts are bad" is a bit of unhelpful oversimplification of the fact that, deadlines notwithstanding, no piece of writing goes out until you decide its ready, so don't get too hung up on your first draft of a thing, because a lot of writers find it much easier to edit a complete work than to try and redraft as they go. It's also important to not let perfectionism or the fact your initial draft isn't coming out exactly how you want stop you from actually finishing the thing, as it's always better to have something decent and done than to have something perfect and abandoned.

But the idea of a "first draft" is also kind of a fluid one. The "first draft" you submit to someone who's commissioned you will probably be one you've already done a bunch of tweaks and edits to, as opposed to the "first draft" you pump out in a frenzy in an over-caffeinated weekend. For my part, my first drafts tend to end up a bit more polished than most, because I'm in the habit of reading my sentences out loud as I write them (a habit picked up from years of audio writing) so I'll often write and re-write a particular sentence or paragraph a few times to get the rhythm right before moving to the next one. This means my first drafts tend to take longer, but are a bit less messy. I'm also a big-time planner and pretty good at sticking to the structures I lay out so, again, tend to front load a lot of stuff so I get a better but slower first draft.

At the end of the day, though, the important thing is to get in your head about it in a good way (How do I write best? what helps me make writing I enjoy and value? What keeps me motivated?) and not in a bad way (What if it's not good enough? What if everyone hates it? What if it doesn't make sense?) so that you actually get it done.

As for how my first drafts made me feel? Terrible, every one of 'em No idea if that's reflective of their quality, though, tbh - I hate reading my own writing until I've had a chance to forget it's mine (I can only ever see the flaws). I suppose there's theoretically a none-zero chance they were pure fragments of True Art and creative perfection, but Alex's editing notes make that seem unlikely.

#writing advice #rambling #first drafts #gotta say not mad on being called a horrormaster #feel like ive a ways to go yet #horror journeyman maybe

[urlocallesbiabs-reblog-sideblog]

it's interesting how comedy shows will have early-series horrible characters blame all their horribleness on some stupid thing, thus appearing shallow and blame-shifting, and then later series come out and it turns out that actually the character was right and that thing did fuck them up in the most serious and life-affecting way, it's just that they didn't know how to talk around their trauma and it came out all jumbled, and no one around them took any looks further because hey, who wants to mess with a messed up person?

like, rimmer's entire deal of "my high-class parents weren't high class Enough and didn't send me to the academy and that's what stopped me from success i so rightfully deserve" is just his best, albeit terribly distorted, way of saying that throughout his entire childhood he was unloved, uncared for, repeatedly demeaned and lowered and abused and physically tortured by his very own closest family, and that left him terminally uncapable of processing emotions or failures or human relationships in a normal way.

or eleanor shellstrop from "the good place" (warning for spoilers ahead): there was a bit in season 1 whe she still thought this was the good place and had an awkward dinner with a demon and "the real" "eleanor", where that girl told her the long-winded story of how she went through every earthly suffering imaginable and still came out kind and righteous, so that prompted the demon to ask just what could've happened to our eleanor to render her so callous and egoistic and a terrible person, and all what she had to say was that her parents got divorced, which sounded like the worst most pathetic excuse ever heard.

well so. later it turned out that it Was her parents who fucked her up. but not only the divorce - it was the neglect, the utter lack of care and love, the honest to god mental and physical abuse through them ignoring the needs of a literal small child; it all ran so fucking deep, it genuinely harmed her. but she was unable of articulating any of that, because she had to convince herself that her childhood was normal in order to carry on. she gave them her best, working, lacking-any-self-empathy version of events, and no one asked her further. some people are just bad because they're bad and making up excuses to hide it, so what of it?

if you're not a perfect victim, if you're ugly and struggling and hurting (yourself and others), if you can't articulate your trauma in a logically consistent, easily processable, emotionally touching way, no one's gonna listen to you. but also no one owes you any listening when you're being a difficult, horrible person, causing problems for everyone. who's to say that the people who hurt you weren't imperfect victims, hurting themselves and others?

there's no coherent moral to this post, tbh. life's just unfair, innit? and comedy shows have a good way of portraying that.

#vikarambles #red dwarf #media analysis

[jungwnies]

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이희승 ‘ lee heeseung

he's sleeping in

he's literally slumped and there's no waking him until he's actually awake

but once he's awake.. there's no escaping fluff hee

he pulls you in his arms and kisses you

tells you that he really enjoyed last night and asks how you felt about it

wants to know feedback because he wants you to feel good in every way and would feel awful if he wasn't able to please you

박종성 ‘ park jongseong

got scared when he woke up because you weren't there tbh

little did he know you were in the bathroom

this prompts him to get up and go to you giving you back hugs and pressing soft kisses along your neck

literally husband material the first time ever

gives you massages and asks how your night was and proceeds to also tell you how much he enjoyed it

심재윤 ‘ sim jaeyun

oh my god this is sending me into an overload

jake would wake up wayyyy ahead of you

then he would make you breakfast

literally pampers you with so much love :(

asks how he did because he's scared he did bad

is super happy when he hears he made you feel good

also kinda pervy and asks for another round right there then says jk

like ?!?!?!

but serious jake is so cute i can't my heart cannot continue

sure he can't cook that well but he spent all morning making sure these pancakes were the best ones you've ever had

박성훈 ‘ park sunghoon

he might seem very cold hearted but in all actuality he's not

hoon is not good at showing his affection

when the two of you wake up he greets you and asks how last night was

he wants to make sure it was enjoyable for both of you

makes sure that if there's anything he could change he will

places soft kisses on your lips but then gets super shy about later LOL

asks if you're hungry and if you are he will prob just order in breakfast or something

sunghoon only knows how to fry some eggs and make some rice so he would rather just order breakfast

2022 © jungwnies

#enhypen fics #enhypen smut #enha smut #jake smut #jake x reader #sim jake x reader #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen scenarios #fanfiction #jake fics #enha fics #heeseung smut #heeseung x reader #lee heeseung x reader #heeseung fics #jay smut #jay x reader #park jay x reader #jay fics #sunghoon smut #sunghoon x reader #park sunghoon x reader #sunghoon fics #jungwnies #𐐪♡︎₊˚ ― jungwnies #♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° ― requested

[olderthannetfic]

Hi hi! I have a question and I apologise if it's impertinent but I really didn't have anyone else to ask. I'm new to ao3 and I'm still figuring out how it works. The problem is this- when I look up a character x reader, I'll see the tag included in many works that have oneshots but since it's a side character, more often than not the oneshot for the character hasn't been written and the tag has been there for months. Is it okay to do that or is it tagging something incorrectly? They say they'll write one eventually but they never do, y'know? To me it kind of feels like they're just trying to reach a wider audience but because of this I can't even filter tags and I have to manually search through the book to check if the character is included, especially when the chapters are titled only by numbers :')

Is it okay to tag things in advance like that?

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Oh boy...

Wattpad refugees do tend to use AO3 "wrong", sometimes in ways that break the rules and sometimes just in ways I find annoying and against typical AO3 culture.

I'm assuming you are coming from Wattpad based on you calling a work or a fic a "book", which is a very, very Wattpad thing to do.

I'm assuming they are coming from Wattpad given the bad behavior you're describing and the fact that they're a x reader writer.

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So, here's the thing, if you start writing a fic and there's any amount of the actual fic, even if it's pretty short and bad or in a weird format or whatever, it's still a valid fanwork. Most of the time, AO3 leaves it to the author to decide how to tag (aside from a very few things like death threats in the tags or failing to use the required archive warnings).

AO3 won't stop someone from tagging a future pairing that hasn't appeared yet.

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But "books" of "oneshots" are such an obnoxious Wattpad thing. This is a completely stupid use of AO3 from the "Please send me prompts" part that is usually in there to the way that unrelated fics are smashed together.

It's not against the rules, but it's a crappy use of AO3 befitting of n00bs.

Sadly, old hands at AO3 also make shitty works that are unrelated stories mashed together. They're often a whole set of kinktober fics or something where the trope tags and the ship tags are accurate, but you can't tell which ones go with which ones without searching the whole fic.

We regularly complain about that on here.

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A much better way to use AO3 is to make a series titled "My x Reader Oneshots" or "All of my kinktober fics" where each separate story is its own work with its own tags.

My assumption is that this person is using the inaccurate tag both to get more eyeballs on their existing work and because they probably take prompts for that ship or something. (I'm basing this on the kinds of things people say on their oneshot books on Wattpad. Maybe they don't actually take prompts since you haven't mentioned it.)

Some people just don't care that they're annoying others and messing up the tags, but I think some actually don't realize how AO3 filtering works and have no idea this behavior is a nuisance.

On a lot of sites, both Wattpad and algorithm-driven social media, unless a post/work is very popular, it disappears out of sight. Even an inaccurate tag doesn't do that much.

On AO3, one is getting a full list of everything with the tag, going back however far. It's a library catalogue for which you should use accurate data. But this writer is probably thinking of tags more as advertising and a way to get their name out there so readers can follow them pre-emptively. They mean to write the ship in the future, so it's not really inaccurate... (And, tbh, if it were a single work and the ship just hadn't appeared yet, I would agree with them even though those are frustrating too.)

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So no, they should not do this.

But it's not actually against the rules.

I would mute the annoying people who do this.

[v3nusxsky]

Hello !! Just dropping in to say hi and maybe ask a request (I feel bad 'cause I might be swamping you or annoying you with requests TvT)

Hope you're feeling good today!

And I just wanted to share something that happened to me (might be a good idea for a fic tbh 🥲 especially a platonic Larissa x student! reader). So there's this competition that I joined, my english teacher mentored me. I was very confident with my skills, and she really believed in me a whole lot (She saw my entry for the competition and gave me a thumbs up, that's a really good thing). When the results came out, I lost. We were both confused, because we know I had a great chance in entering the top ranks but welp just have to deal with it.

When the results came out, I was busy answering some worksheets. She came up to me and asked if I was okay, and she told me that the results came out. I was laughing out my nervousness, and when she showed me I didn't know what to say. She then immediately hugged me and told me it was okay and she was still proud of me (she really brought up my mommy issues that day. All throughout the day, until the awarding program, she comforted me. Received tons of hugs from her and it makes the pain of losing a bit better really.

I'm sorry for rambling hajdbchd again I hope you're okay!!! Sending lots of love and hugs <33

- 🦝

Private dancer 18+

*Authors note~ sorry for the wait but here's the highly requested part two for rhythm is a dancer.*

Trigger warnings~ daddy kink, shifted cock, dom Larissa degrading praise slight oral and fingering

Prompt~ Wrong ask! I’m so so sorry guys

part 2 for rhythm is a dancer

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Ever since that day where Larissa caught you dancing in the studio she'd been unable to keep her thoughts from wandering. You were her employee, she knew it was wrong but her ever growing feelings for you were only amplified by watching you that evening. And the amount of times, late at night she'd laid in bed in the dark touching herself to the memory would be borderline obsessive. Truly you were a beauty to be marvelled. The way your muscles extended and retracted with every movement was just delicious, often she'd catch herself thinking of how the rippling muscles would feel under her hands or lips which caused her to be uncomfortable for the rest of the day.

Ever since that night you'd noticed how Larissa would avoid you, and couldn't seem to hold your gaze without flushing a beautiful rose pink colour. She was truly beautiful but for the life of you, you couldn't work out what you'd done to warrant such a reaction from her. But you'd had enough that was for sure. You loved dance but dancing around Larissa instead of with her was not how you wanted to be.

Thankfully, Larissa was feeling the same, after all if you don't try, you never know. And the perfect opportunity arose. The Raven nearing to an end, you were chaperoning to see if those dance lessons were paying off, clearly miss Addams would be a rare case but you couldn't help but admire her uniqueness and timing. When Larissa began to approach you could feel yourself getting nervous, "miss y/n you've done an excellent job. Perhaps you'd like to come to my office for a glass of wine to celebrate?"  She tried to sound confident but you could tell she was nervous so you shot her a sweet smile and confirmed you'd go, "thank you Larissa that would be lovely." The way her name sounded from your lips was simply heavenly, how was it possible to want you more than she already did?

And that was how you found yourself sat on her sofa with a glass of wine in your tight fitting suit. Your crisp white shirt accompanied by a black blazer, tie and dress pants, a far cry from what you normally would be wearing and it seemed the older woman was having a hard time tearing her eyes from you. You were not doing much better, her dress hugging her curves perfectly, you were practically undressing your boss with your eyes. You wanted her just as much as she wanted you but neither of you knew the other was interested.

"Sweetheart? I have a confession to make" the blonde murmured scooting closer to you, "I've seen you dancing and I have to admit it's made my feelings grow more than a boss and employee relationship. It's okay if you don't feel the same, hell I don't even know if your gay but I just had to tell you" she trailed off sounding so insecure your heart broke. "Isa" you murmured not realising the nickname slipped as you chuckled to yourself, "god Ive wanted you for such a long time, why would a goddess like you want me?" The shock in her eyes at your words was truly something else, as if you'd both been touch starved for years your lips met eagerly, a sweet but passionate kiss.

That kiss spiralled into a make out session where Larissa pulled you onto her lap as hands roamed each others body. "Sweetheart, can I, can we? Do you wanna" she muttered against your neck. "Isa if you don't hurry up and fuck me I'll do it myself and make you watch" you threatened only to be cut off as she sucked on your pulse point leaving a nice hickey to form there. "Isa" you whined throwing your neck backwards, exposing more sensitive skin, "fuck me" you purred causing the older woman to stand with your legs wrapped around her waist as she walked you both to her conjoined bedroom. Her lips never left your throat intent on marking you up for all to see. You. Are. Hers.

Her lips only your skin to strip you of the blazer and fumble with your shirt buttons and slacks. Leaving you stood in underwear and some how still wearing the tie. You managed to free her from the dress before she dragged you to the bed by the tie. "gonna be good for me?" She murmured kissing down your neck to your boobs, the bra holding them up nicely. Expertly the bra was discarded and her mouth latched on to your right bud while her left hand toyed with your left bud. Your whimpers only spurring her on. "Darling say red if you want me to stop" she demanded watching you nod before she sunk down to settle between your thighs. Underwear slipped over your legs before being thrown haphazardly away. Her lips making contact with your soaked cunt. "Oh look at your pretty pussy love, it's so wet for me."

Only then did her lips make their way to your clit as her long slender fingers found your folds. "Oh fuck oh god please" you whimpered as your hips bucked upwards uncontrollably, "so needy please" you whined only to be met with her two fingers slipping into your cunt as she crocked then to hit the right spot, easily finding it as if she knew your body inside and out. "Oh darling, fuck I want to fill you up, mark you as mine, you'd look so beautiful carrying my babies, god wanna get you pregnant" she purred into your ear never stopping her movements bringing you closer to the edge until you whimpered , "can you um shift it?"

The spark in Larissa's eyes could only be from the sinful thoughts in her mind. With very little effort Larissa Weems, now had a very thick looking seven inches dick, proudly standing to attention, practically begging to feel your heat. "Oh fuck, daddy" you muttered to yourself before realising what you said. "Shit I'm sorry I just oh god fuck" you whined your brain short circuiting as your eyes drunk in the sight of her new appendage. "Daddy wants to fuck you sweetheart, fill you up with my seed, fuck it into you so good that you get pregnant. Can I? " she moaned slightly when her hand began to stroke her length, a new experience for her but not an unwelcome done. "Please please I'll take it please" you whimpered pathetically being jealous of her hand.

The moment she slipped the tip into your drenched folds you could've cried. Hands on your hips to pull you closer Larissa slipped into your core as your walls stung with the stretch. "Oh fuck daddy too big too big" you whined watching as she chuckled and brought her mouth to your chest, showering both with attention. "You're pussy is begging for more darling, that's not too big and even if I was I'd make it fit" she murmured before ramming her cock straight into your tight hole pulling a scream from your lips which faded into moan. "So tight and warm oh god, don't think I'll last long with this greedy cunt squeezing me. Should take a picture" she moaned and panted as she found her ruthless rhythm. All you could do is lay there and take her ruthless pace and whine and mewl at her actions, "daddy god so good daddy fuck feel you throbbing daddy."

You barely managed a whimper in protest as Larissa flipped you onto your hands and knees, continuing to fuck you nice and hard. "Such a whore for me, god gonna cum so hard making you're take my load. Don't waste it. Fuck fuck god such a pretty cum dump for daddy. Can't wait to make you pregnant sweetheart. Gonna cum so hard baby take it" she moaned as her cock let out long spurts of thick hot white seed into your tight cunt as it milked her dry.

"Daddy daddy daddy fuck oh god fill me up please oh god I'm cumming daddy fuck" you mewled as you both worked through your highs. Only when Larissa was sure you'd finished did she slip from your core and shift her anatomy back and immediately head to fetch a cloth and some lukewarm water. "Gonna clean you up sweetheart okay?" She murmured and you nodded allowing her to do what she needed but whimpering at how sensitive your folds were. "Shhh sweetheart, I know I know. Almost there baby" she comforted before getting rid of the cloth and coming to hold you in her arms.

"Darling can I ask you something" the shyness in her tone alerting you something was wrong so you immediately nodded. "Do you um well I shifted. I changed is that why you um" she trailed off looking away in an attempt to hide the tears that chocked her voice. "Isa my love, look at me" you murmured gently guiding her to face you, "baby I love you for what's in here." You placed your hand over her heart, "I love you for you Isa, yes you can shift which can be really fucking enjoyable as we found out tonight. But it's only enjoyable if you enjoy it too Isa. I'd happily take you how you are strapped up shifted. Isa I love you and I have for such a long time. I'd never ask you to shift bc there's no one better than you love." You finished your point and wiped her falling tears with the pad of your thumbs before sweetly kissing her lips. "Do you want me to go?" You mumbled feeling slightly insecure that you'd upset her. "No darling stay please" she mumbled holding onto your arm, looking at you with pleading eyes. "I'll stay Isa, bed time love?" To be met with a nod as you both settled into bed, arms wrapped around one another.

Word count~ 1738

#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #principal larissa weems x reader #larissa x you #larissa x reader #principal larissa weems #larissa weems #larissa weems smut #larissa weems x reader #weems x reader #weems #principal weems #weems smut #anon requested #long awaited part 2

[finniestoncrane]

It's gonna be no nut November soon my dear I wonder how would the riddlers (and maybe daddy oz 👀) handle it while being in a relationship with the reader

No Nut November

Riddler Headcanons (with some Daddy Oz) yeah ok lmao i can already see the frustration on their faces because tbh we should all be nutting all year round u-u request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: masturbation, orgasm denial, desperation

telltale

are you participating too?

it would be nice to see you exercise some restraint

since you are a bit of a desperate little slut

see even that got you going. this is going to be an impossible task

so he fully intends to make sure you see it through

and he'll be there to provide extra challenges for you along the way

but don't worry about him, he can definitely handle this

unburied

actually, the notion of having to deny himself that pleasure is kind of hot

especially if you have to do it too

maybe you'll get so desperate for him that you'll never leave the bed for the whole of december

but be prepared for him to be a whiny loser in november

don't be surprised if he's grinding on your leg like a dog

which makes it more difficult because he's really cute when he's being desperate

dano

oh he's practised restraint before

specifically all of the years before he had you, something worthy of getting aroused over

it feels like a delicious punishment to have to be near you

without touching you or touching himself or getting to climax

because he's a bad, bad boy

but you might find his streams getting a little more...tense

twojar

he'll do it for sure, like an experiment

because when he finally does get to cum it'll be inside you

and you better be prepared for that, because even if it's a quick affair it'll certainly be an explosive ending

but his only stipulation is that you don't participate

he'd like to at least be able to watch you pleasure yourself even if he isn't allowed to

just to add to the anticipation and the tension

capullo

no, fuck that

he's not doing it you can't make him no one can force him to do anything he's edward nygma the riddler and he won't-

look he just doesn't think he'll be able to cope

especially with you looking the way you do

and ESPECIALLY with HIM looking the way HE does

who wouldn't want to touch him constantly

please don't make him do it

gotham

oh like a challenge!

and what's the point? seems a bit easy?

ok so maybe you could throw a few more difficulties his way

just to make it more interesting!

and so he can prove himself to you, or to him, or to anyone

plus it would make the eventual reward all the more satisfying

so you better start thinking of what the prize will be

young justice

you expect him to be able to not...when you're so...?

it seems unfair, like a bit of a tease

oh wait...ok maybe he can see the appeal

still, it doesn't mean it'll be easy given that every waking moment he spends thinking about you

not necessarily...sexually...he's not like...what he means is...

no yeah he spends all of his time thinking about you naked

this is going to be a nightmare of a month

arkham

a month? and are you going to make yourself scarce?

ok so how else is he going to make it through?

at least if you weren't around to distract him he could maybe even spend the month getting more work done

but if you're going to be there, looking the way you do

then he might need to come up with some ground rules to make this go a bit smoother

number one: don't look at him

number two: talk in monotone

number three.....

penguin

oof sweetheart, you really like to see an old man struggle

and he's supposed to do this when he usually gets to have you whenever he wants?

seems entirely unfair, but he loves a challenge

it'll maybe refresh his desire

not that it needs it

he misses you after five minutes and he could take you again minutes after you've just had sex

everyone at his club better be prepared for him to be extra mean and grumpy this november

#finnie writes #the riddler #riddler x reader #riddler x you #riddler headcanon #ridler scenario #gotham riddler #arkham riddler #young justice riddler #dano riddler #zero year riddler #batman unburied riddler #bu riddler #telltale riddler #twojar riddler #the penguin #oswald cobblepot #penguin

[blooming-violets]

writing bingo: can i request "blindfolds" from the smut card? i love your darker stuff. would it be too much to ask for knife play and a dubcon style rp? if you're comfortable with that. thank you!

Blind, Bound, and Beautiful (Blindfolds prompt)

[tasm!peter x fem!reader]

TW: 18+ smut, this is a non-consensual role play scenario between two consenting adults, knife play (though no blood involved, more so used as a scare tactic/teasing of the skin), light bondage of arms, slapping/biting/choking/Peter generally being rough with his partner, in the work place after hours, overly possessive Peter for the sake of the rp, degrading kink mixing with some praise 

A/N: A bit of Sunday night smut for you. I gotta be honest and say that blindfolds don’t actually play a huge part in this so I apologies for that. I low key forgot what I was writing about and just went with the flow. My bad...

[Please refer to this [list] if you'd like to request a bingo prompt. It shows the already requested prompts. Most of them have probably already been requested tbh. Slow and steady, I’m working my way through them.]

The clacking of the keyboard filled the silent void of your office. It was later than usual. All of your co-workers had left for the night. Even the janitorial staff was already finished. They’d given you a key to lock up the front door behind you after you finally completed your work. The lights had been turned off hours ago apart from your single desk lamp to help illuminate your small cubicle with a warm, yellow glow. You had to finish this assignment before midnight. Your eyes drooped heavy at the strain of your laptop screen. They’d been staring at it for hours now. A loud yawn ripped out of your throat immediately followed by another. The clock on the bottom of your screen reads 11:52 as you hit the “send” button. Completed just in the nick of the time. 

A wave of relief settled over your tired body as you shut the laptop and packed it safely into your bag. You longed to be back home with Peter tucked safely in bed. Thinking of Peter, you were reminded that you should probably give him a call. He’d want to walk you home especially at this hour of the night. You fumbled in your pocket for your phone but came up empty. Your eyes scanned over your desk with no luck. You could have sworn it was sitting right next to your laptop before you put it away. 

That was strange.

Taking a seat back in your chair, you pulled open the desk drawer. It was unlikely you would let your phone accidentally fall into one of them but there was no other explanation on where it could be. As you rustled through files in search of the bastard, you failed to take notice of the figure lurking in the corner ceiling of the dark room. The figure silently lowered itself to the ground and stalked around the cubicles towards you. It was only once a large shadow threatened over your desk that your eyes widened in fear. A quiet gasp fell from your lips as your hair was forcefully grabbed and your head snapped backwards. Your hands reach behind you to claw at the intruder arms, fingernails digging along a thick coat sleeve in a desperate attempt to reach the skin. 

“No! Stop,” you managed to yelp out. “Let me go! Help! Help me!” 

A heavy, raspy laugh followed your cries. You knew that sound well. It didn’t stop your heart rate from speeding up though. That sound of his dark laughter always left you feeling uneasy. You were spun around in your chair and shoved back against the desk. A masked man stared back at you. It wasn’t the mask you were used to. It lacked the familiar red and blue webs with large, exaggerated eyes. This one was simple. A black ski mask. One a robber might wear to conceal his face. Those undeniable, deep brown eyes stared back at you. Your body relaxed ever so slightly at the sight of his eyes. 

This man would be the death of you some day. Peter Parker always had a flare for the dramatics. He loved his games. 

“Looking for this?” He held up your cell phone in his hand. 

You swallowed and tried to swipe for the phone. 

“Ah, ah, ah.” Peter held the phone away from you. He kept his knee pressed between your legs to hold the chair in place against the desk. “What’s a little thing, like yourself, working all alone at such late hours for? Don’t you know it’s dangerous to be in a building like this all by yourself? Anyone could break in. Anyone could find their way up all those flights of stairs and wander the halls looking for fresh victims. Imagine if that person walked past this room and caught a glimpse of a sweet, vulnerable woman working all alone. Imagine what they might do…with no one around to hear her scream…sounds rather dangerous, doesn’t it?” 

You licked your drying lips, “My boyfriend knows I’m here. He’ll be here to pick me up soon. He knows I’ll be done by midnight.” 

You could almost imagine the smile toying on Peter’s lips under the mask. He flicked open your phone, the bright light reflecting off his eyes, and scanned through it. 

“That’s funny,” he mentioned. “I don’t see any messages from him. Shouldn’t a good boyfriend inform you that he’s on his way? Shouldn’t he check up on you?” 

“I trust him to come on time. I don’t need him to tell me when he’s coming or going. He’ll be here.” 

Peter leaned forward. His masked nose brushed against yours as you pressed yourself further back against the seat. He let out a soft growl, “Who’s to say I didn’t meet him downstairs already? Who’s to say I didn’t already end his life? I’ve been watching you, you know. For so long now. That pathetic excuse you call a boyfriend could never give you what I have.” He reached out to trace the back of his hand down your cheek. Even though you knew it was Peter, you still flinched at his touch. He was selling the character well. “When I see someone like you, walking around in that tight skirt and crisp, button up shirt, a typical office bitch, I know exactly what it is you’re missing. All you office whores are the same. You all crave the same thing.” 

Your eyes narrowed at him with a locked jaw, “And what’s that?” 

“A big, thick cock to fill that dripping cunt.” Peter grabbed a fistful of your hair at the nape of your neck and jerked you to your feet. In one swift movement, he had kicked out the seat from behind you, and spun you around to slam you face first against the desk. You let out a cry of pain as your cheek came in contact with the cold metal. 

“No!” You whimpered. “My boyfriend will come for me. He’ll find you. He’ll stop you.” 

Peter laughed, a cruel laugh, one that made the hair on your arms stand up. He pressed his hips into your backside and leaned over you, “Don’t worry, darlin’. I already took care of him for you.” 

The sound of a knife flicking open hit your ears. He presented a black, tactical pocket knife, one he usually kept under his pillow while he slept, and dangled it in front of your vision. 

“You bastard,” you whispered. You struggled against his tight hold. “Let me go!” 

“Now why would I do that? We haven’t had our fun yet.” 

Your arms were forcefully yanked behind your back and something sticky bounded your wrists together. You pulled at the bondage holding you and found it to be nearly unbreakable. You knew that material well. There was only one person strong enough to snap it apart and, if he wanted you tied up, then you would be tied up until he said otherwise. 

With your hands safely bound, Peter tugged on your shirt collar to pull you back up from the desk. He slowly turned you around to face him. He waited until you were watching his face with a hateful stare before pulling off his mask. His sweaty, brown locks stuck to forehead and he gave his head a shake to fluff them back up. You almost smiled at his little antics, finding the action to be more adorable than menacing, until you remembered the part he was playing. 

As if to remind you, his hand jerked up to ensnare tightly around your neck. He easily lifted you off the ground as you sputtered and choked, feet widely kicking out at him, to place you into a sitting possession on top of the desk. The second he released you, you gasped for air, your eyes wide with panic. 

He gave you a cheeky smirk, “Now, tell me, are you ready to have some fun?” 

“No, you can’t do this. I won’t you let,” you give him a subtle, tiny nod as you speak your denials. 

“That’s too bad because I’m going to take you regardless of what you want.” 

The cold, smooth back of the knife presses against your cheek. He slowly drags it across your jaw and down your neck. Your eyes widen and lock with his as you hold your breath. Is he finally going to give in? Is today that day? You’ve only been begging him for weeks to introduce a new element to your sex life. It was something you’d secretly desired for so long. The danger of it all excited you. Peter was hesitant at first. He didn’t like the idea of doing anything that would involve cutting you. He promised he’d read up on it. He promised he’d do his research so he could do this properly. He told you he’d let you know if the timing was ever right. No blood. That was his one rule. Tonight would finally be the night he gave in to your fantasies. 

Peter scoffed, “I can feel you salivating for this, you little whore. I knew you’d be into the freak stuff. I told you. I’ve been watching you. I know everything about you. You want this. You crave this. You want to be held at knife point and taken against your will. That’s exactly what your body is telling me.” 

Your eyes filled with tears, either from happiness that this was finally happening or because you were really getting into your part, you weren’t entirely sure but your vision blurred, “No! You’re wrong. You’re disgusting! You’re not going to get away with this!” 

“Shut up,” Peter brings the knife up to the soft spot underneath your chin. The tip of the blade presses against your flesh. You know he’s got a death grip on that knife but adrenaline still floods your veins at the feeling of the danger. “You don’t speak unless I tell you. You’re starting to bore me with your pleas. You speak another word out of line and I’ll slice this blade across your neck as easily as I did to your boyfriend.” 

Your lips pressed together and you find yourself holding your breath. 

A large grin spread across his face, “That’s a good, little whore. I knew you could follow simple directions. It’s good to see there’s a brain in there somewhere.” He takes a deep, labored breath, his shoulder’s relaxing. “Let’s begin, shall we?” 

The knife slides down the front of your throat to rest against your breast bone. Your head tilts to follow the path of the blade with a watchful gaze. 

“No, no.” Peter snaps his fingers at you with his free hand. “Eyes up here. I want you looking straight ahead. You don’t get to have that satisfaction of watching. Do I need to blindfold you?” Before you can shake your head “no” he’s already decided. You can see it in his eyes. His hand slips into his back pocket to pull out a dark handkerchief. With a quick spin, he fashions it into a perfect blindfold, tying it tightly over your eyes to cast you into the dark. “There. That’s better. Blind, bound, and beautiful. Exactly how I like them.”

The blade returns to your collar. After everyone had gone home, you’d unbuttoned the top three buttons in an attempt to get more comfortable while you worked. Peter slid the knife down until you felt it stop at the tip of your cleavage.

“Do you always have your tits out while you work? Like I said, all your office whores are the same. Desperate for attention. Desperate to be touched. You’d throw yourself at any walking cock if it meant he could satisfy your needs. Don’t worry. It won’t be long before I empty my load inside of you. I’ll make sure to take very good care of you.” 

The anticipation of having him inside of you mixed with the cold steel of the knife sends a shiver through your body. You can feel your nipples harden with excitement. You don’t doubt that Peter can see them pressing through your shirt. Not even your bra could contain the thrill you were feeling. Your chest heaves with heavy, ragged breaths. His large hand wraps back around your throat with a soft squeeze. 

“Calm down,” there’s amusement caked into his voice. “There’s no need to rush things. We have all night. What do you think your boss will say when he finds you stark naked and covered in cum on the office floor tomorrow? Think it would excite him? Do you think he’d seize the opportunity to take you for a ride too? We both know he’s thought about it. You see how he looks at you. You’ve seen his eyes wander. Is that why you wear your shirt so low? Do you want him to fantasize about you? Does it turn you on to know that he jerks off to the thought of you?” 

You bite your bottom lip and hold in a whimper. One of your buttons pops open with the help of Peter. It was the last button clinging on to keep your breasts from spilling out of your shirt. Your simple, tan bra is now fully exposed to him. He’s gone quiet and you don’t like that. When he’s speaking, you know exactly what he’s thinking and planning. Your ears perk up to listen. His weight from between your legs is missing too. You move your foot around in an attempt to find him but he’s no longer there. 

You resist the urge to call out for him, biting your tongue instead. 

Suddenly, you're thrown into the air and tossed over his shoulder. Your black heels clatter off your feet to the floor. You try to reach for something to hold onto but your arms are tightly secured behind you. Peter’s arm wraps around your legs as he carries you somewhere through the dark. You don’t dare to speak without permission but you squirm around to make it more difficult for him. Within seconds, you’re slammed back down onto your ass on top of a hard surface.

“I thought I would make it easier for him.” Peter’s voice fills the air. “I thought I’d fuck you right on top of your boss’ desk and leave you tied up here for him to find tomorrow. A little present. A cum filled pussy waiting to be fucked by him.” 

The realization of where he had brought you filled you with horror. If your boss ever found out…

“Peter, wait-” You were cut off with a sharp slap across the cheek. A quiet, excited moan escaped your lips at the sting. Peter very rarely slapped your face like that despite your begging. He was fine with spanking but face slapping was something he only pulled out when he was in a particular kind of evil mood. It was enough to shut you back up. He could fuck you anywhere he wanted. You no longer gave a shit as long as he kept using you like this. This was exactly what you wanted. You had asked for this. 

Cold steel fell back against your skin, grazing over the tops of your breast. It sends an electric heat straight to your core. The anticipation was so high that it filled every inch of your body. Almost unintentionally, you begin to rock your hips against the desk, trying to find some kind of relief. 

“Oh, poor baby,” Peter coos at you with a mocking tone. “Do knives turn you on? Do you like how this feels?” He pressed it deeper into your skin which coaxes out a soft whine from you. “Do you want me to free you?” 

You silently nod in response. 

The knife slowly cuts through your blouse. The remaining buttons pop off as the knife slices over them and you can hear them bouncing off the ground. You imagine your boss finding one tomorrow and wondering where it could have come from. Peter lazily eases the fabric away from your breasts. His hands roam up your sides. You don’t have to have sight to know that he’s admiring what he’s uncovered. He always liked to take his time to simply stare at your body. You wished you could see the look on his face. 

“I think this needs to go,” he says as his finger slips under your bra strap and snaps it against your skin. 

He could have easily reached around to unlatch the garment but he instead chooses to saw through the front of it instead. Lucky for him you chose to wear a bra with no metal wiring today. Unlucky for you, your clothes would be unsavable after this. Part of you wondered what you’d be wearing home. Nothing ever stayed fully intact when Peter was around. 

Each time the knife sawed through the thicker material, the point would poke into your skin and cause a jolt of energy to surge through you. With a final snap, the cups fly off to the sides as your breasts are finally free from their captivity. You hear Peter give a pleasant sigh at the sight and you respond with a quiet whimper. 

“Do you want me to touch you?” He whispers close to your ear. 

Your breath hitches and you shake your head, “No. Please. Not like this. I won’t tell anyone, I promise. Just let me go.” 

“Oh, honey. You poor, sweet thing,” he chastises you. “We both know that’s not going to happen. Tonight you’re all mine. No matter how loud you scream, no one will hear you, I am going to win. We’re up so high. Your cries won’t reach anyone. The entire building is empty. It’s just me and you. You can beg all you want but it won’t change a thing. I am going to touch you. You can’t resist me.” 

Both his hands reach out to graze over your breasts. He cups them softly, feeling their weight, and giving a light squeeze. His thumbs start to slowly caress around your nipples. They’re straining to be pinched. As if he can read your mind, Peter plucks each one between his fingers. A low moan rumbles at the back of your throat and you arch your back to push your chest closer to him. You hiss as he gives them each a hard twist. Pain shoots through your chest. 

“Do you like the pain?” He murmurs. 

“No,” you cry. “Stop. I don’t want this.” 

“Oh really? That pain doesn’t make you wet? Not at all?” 

“No,” you whimper. 

Peter gives a dry chuckle. You feel him reach behind your back to rip open the webs binding your arms. They fall freely to your side. Your freedom doesn’t last long. Before you can move, his hand is around your neck and he slams you onto your back. Your head bounces off the wooden desk as you grimace at the pain. He quickly pins your arms back above your head and, within seconds, they’re webbed in place above you. 

“Was that necessary?” you growl through gritted teeth. You can already feel a headache approaching from the collision. It caused some of your excitement to sour. 

The blindfold is lifted from your sight. You blink up at the dark ceiling of your boss’ office. Peter’s grinning face is glowering down at you. 

“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” There’s no trace of apology in his voice. 

You clench your jaw and scowl at him. 

He raises his brows like he’s waiting for an answer. When you give him none, he reaches out and gives your nipples a hard twist. 

You cry out in pain. A flood of pleasure rushes to your core and you squeeze your thighs together. 

“Like I was saying before…the pain…are you sure it doesn’t turn you on? I have a suspicion that you’re lying to me.” His gaze lingers down to your legs held tightly together and a smile flicks back onto his lips. “There’s one good way to tell.”

In a single, fluid motion, he rips the pencil skirt from your body. You’re left in nothing but your nylons and black panties. You knew the second he catches sight of them, he would be treated to the ever growing damp spot soaking through the fabric. 

The knife appears back in your line of sight. Your heart rate speeds up. Peter places the flat end of the blade to rest over your nipple. The coolness of the steel seeps into your skin and you can’t help but close your eyes at the feeling. You can hear Peter’s breath now. He’s gone quiet as he admires your body. He lazily drags the dull end of the knife across your skin as he looks at you. 

“Someone as pretty as you needs to be dripping in cum. Your body was made for this. For me. You were put on this earth so I could fill that cunt with my seed. You’ll never get rid of me. You’re mine.” He flipped the knife over so the pointiest part was pressed against your sternum. “Are you ready?” 

You knew the question was being asked by Peter, not the character he was portraying. He was giving you an out, as if you hadn’t begged him for this for weeks. You quietly nodded, holding your breath. 

The knife scraped against your skin and you let out a low moan. He dragged it slowly down your body, pressing hard enough to leave a scratch behind but not enough to fully break the skin. It felt better than you could have imagined. You fought to keep your body from wriggling around too much, trying to stay still to help his precision, but your brain was being flooded with endorphins. 

“Ooh, fuck,” you moan. Tears prick at your eyes. You don’t want him to stop but he’s reached the top of your nylons. 

The knife is placed carefully on the desk beside you. 

“Time to find out if you were telling the truth or not,” he whispers. 

His fingers grips into the crotch of the nylons and, with a loud rip, he pulls them apart. His tongue tuts at the roof of his mouth. 

“What’s this?” He asks. 

Peter’s fingers gently brush against the soaked patch of underwear. You whine, your hips bucking. 

“It looks like someone is a little liar. I thought you told me pain doesn’t turn you on?” He pulls back the fabric of your underwear and slides his finger over your slit, coating it in your slick. He brings it up to your face. “What’s all this then?” 

Your breath hitches in your throat, a single tear rolling down the side of your face. You desperately need him to touch you now and you respond with nothing but a desperate whine. 

“What’s that?” Peter asks. “Did you want something?” 

You lick your lips and let your eyes close, “Touch me.” 

“Sorry, you were speaking too softly. I couldn’t hear you. Could you say that again?” 

With an annoyed gasp, you shout, “Touch me! Please. Please. I need to cum. Please.” 

Peter smiles, satisfied with your answer, “I’ll do more than touch you.” 

You watched with wide eyes as he unbuttoned his pants. He shimmied out of them and tossed his shirt off into the growing pile of discarded garments. Your eyes feasted over what sprung forth between his legs and you bit your bottom lip. Peter was beautiful. No matter how many times you saw him naked, it never failed to send you into a silent awe. 

“Like what you see, darlin’?” He boasted. 

You squeezed your eyes shut and turned your head away from him, “No. This isn’t right! You can’t do this!” 

A soft kiss pressed against your temple. It was an unexpected, tender moment to throw your brain into a sense of confusion. Your legs were lifted and feet placed onto the desk as Peter leaned over you. He coaxed you with gentle kisses along your jaw to get you to turn your head to face him. 

“Look at me,” he whispered. 

You obliged, turning your eyes to meet with his.

“That’s a good girl,” he mewled. 

He kept his gaze on you as he began to nudge at your dewy core. Your mouth opened into a silent gasp when he surged against you, the thickness of his velvety shaft pushing past your entrance and sliding between your tight walls. Your body eased around him, a soft sigh falling from your lips. For a moment, you forgot where you were. For a moment, it was just you and Peter, locked in an infinite embrace. Connected. Moving as one. 

“There you go, baby. That’s it,” he murmured against your lips in between soft, drugging kisses. “Feel me stretch you out. Relax. Enjoy it. I told you, your body was made for me.” 

His words brought you back to the game you were playing. In a moment of horror, you realized you were currently being fucked on top of your boss’ desk. Panic seized you. 

“Wait-” You shout. “My boss! You can’t do this!” 

Peter froze for a moment. His eyes quickly studied your face to judge if you were acting or not. You weren’t entirely sure yourself. But, when no safeword came, he continued. 

“That old fuck? Don’t worry about him. He won’t know a thing. I was planning on leaving you here for him to find in the morning but, after feeling how good this pussy is, I think I’ll just keep you for myself. I’ve got a wonderful basement you can stay in.” 

His lips found your neck and he left wet, sucking kisses down the length of it and over your shoulder. When he reached the end of your shoulder, he sank his teeth into your flesh. 

Any worries about your boss washed out the window and were replaced with the wonderful stinging pain of the bite. You wanted him to mark your flesh with his teeth. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he eased in and out of you with a slow, steady rhythm. Too slow for your liking. He was teasing you with the pace he was keeping. Teasing you to the point of madness. Soon enough, you were unable to think, only feel, as he worked you up. 

Gradually, Peter began to rock a little faster into you. Every stroke sent ripples of heat coursing through your veins. Your nails dug into your palm as he took you with tortuous, delicious thrusts. His heavy breathing mingling with your soft pants. A thrilling tension started to wind tightly in your lower belly. His hand fumbled for the knife, clutching it up into his grasp, and holding it against your neck. You could feel it pressing into your skin and your eyes rolled back in your head at sensation. You loved the danger of having it so close. 

“I want you to take every drop of me,” he grunted. “I want to watch as I fill your belly full with my cum. I want to mark you as mine.” 

You wailed as his hips thrust harder into you. The entire desk was rattling under you. His hand not clutching a blade to your neck sought out your breast. He pinched at your nipple, gripping onto it tightly, as he let out a ragged breath. Your hair had tumbled out of the bun it was this morning and lay in a tangled mess around your head. Your gasps were getting louder and the feeling in your stomach was growing. You could feel yourself losing control of your body. 

Peter resting his forehead against yours, keeping steady eye contact with you, like he was looking straight into your soul, as he slammed harder into you. Your hips rose to meet his urgent thrusts and take him deeper in a dizzying pleasure. Every delicious stroke stretching you out made it harder to breathe. You writhed and bucked against him. The ball of fire growing in your stomach until it exploded. You let out a loud cry, a scream ripping from your throat, as you finally came. 

Peter dropped the knife and clutched your head between his hands. He wanted to stare into your eyes as he came. Each further stroke of his cock inside of you only caused your body to jerk with overstimulation from the lasting effects of your orgasm. You were crying out with each thrust. It was almost reaching a point of being unbearable when he gave a final grunt. His face scrunched up, hands ripping at fistfuls of your hair, as he jerked within you, a heavy hotness spilling deep into your womb. 

He gasped for air, his body collapsing on top of you, with labored breaths. You wished your hands were free so you could hold him. Instead, you resorted to nuzzling the top of his head and finding comfort in the familiar scent of his hair. Peter gave a soft sigh followed by a quiet whimper. You knew the game was over now. 

“Give me my hands back, Pete.” You whispered to him. 

He lazily reached up and easily ripped the webs off your wrists. You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers tracing over his spine. 

“Thank you,” you muttered. “Thank you.” 

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[allylikethecat]

i would love if you did either 22, 24, or 30 for george and matty! (i love the ones you write all medical and angsty but i love all of them tbh)

Hello Kind Anon who sent in these fantastic and lovely Kiss Prompt Request my way in August!

I apologize profusely that it took me literal months to fulfill this request. I originally wrote a fill for this in Septemberish, then worried it was too rushed and also too dark / dealt with some stuff that was going to be *too much* for a prompt fill, then, started rewriting the dark and too much theme as a longer form fic, got nervous that I was going to get cancelled for it and abandoned the idea, AND THEN every time I came BACK to this to fill it, I kept circling back to where I had started (and maybe one day I'll finish that idea because wow it hurt so good). BUT I finally wrote something and it is not the medical angst that you requested or I intended but hopefully you're still here and will see this fill and enjoy it!! If you absolutely hate it though please let me know and I will rewrite you something new and better because I feel bad that it took so long. And on that note... I wrote about 95% of this a few days ago, then went to a NYE party last night and met an actual pilot and found out most of this is very inaccurate... I tried to change it some but alas how it would go down in real life was not dramatic enough for me so we have the TV version of oxygen masks dropping on a plane.

Thank you so much again for sending this in, and I am so sorry again for taking months to fill your request. I hope you enjoy it, and I also want to thank you so much for reading and your support! I hope you have a very happy New Year! (If anyone else wants to send prompts the Kiss Prompts list can be found here, and the ones I have already filled can be found here)

❤️Ally

WARNING: Matty and George are on a plane that experiences rapid depressurization

22. Kiss … in a rush of adrenaline & 24. Kiss … in danger & 30. Kiss ... as comfort

George woke up to a kink in his neck and Matty’s blunt nails digging painfully into his wrist, his eyes wild as the plane rocked, his empty can of coke tumbling off of his tray and rolling down the aisle. George opened his mouth to assure Matty that they had just hit a patch of turbulence, and that everything was fine, there was no need to panic when a loud bang echoed throughout the plane and the oxygen masks dropped down from the ceiling.  

George reached up, feeling eerily calm despite the roaring in his ears, the airline safety spiel he had heard hundreds of times in his life replaying in his mind as he fitted the mask over his face. Should an emergency situation occur, you need to put your own oxygen mask on first, before attempting to help those around you. He wrinkled his nose at the burning smell as he inhaled, wondering if it was from the chemical reaction creating the oxygen, or if it was from the plane itself. He looked over, and found Matty frozen in place, staring at the oxygen mask dangling in front of him like it was going to bite him, or suffocate him instead of sustaining life. 

Ladies and gentlemen please sit down and fasten your seat belts immediately. Came the flight attendant’s voice, ringing clear, yet urgently over the plane’s announcement system. George reached over and tugged Matty’s oxygen mask down towards his head, starting the chemical reaction to begin the flow of oxygen before pulling it down over his face and tightening the elastic strings. Matty was limp, letting George maneuver him like a rag doll, his eyes wide and terrified. George knew now wasn’t the time to think about it, but he couldn’t help but hysterically wonder how they would ever get Matty back on another plane after this. 

Ladies and Gentlemen, the aircraft has just suffered a decompression and the emergency oxygen system is being activated. Please remain seated, and fit your oxygen mask and breathe normally. Secure the mask by placing the elastic over the back of your head. You must fit your own mask before assisting others. Any smell of burning is normal following the activation of the chemical oxygen generators. Do not remove the mask until advised by a crewmember.

He glanced back at Ross and Adam sitting a few rows back, oxygen masks fitted over their own faces, holding onto their armrests as they looked around frantically. George uncurled Matty’s fingers from his wrist, so he could hold his hand properly, giving it a squeeze, trying to show Matty that he was here, that it was going to be okay even as the plane dipped and George’s stomach swooped, his ears popping painfully as they descended rapidly. 

Ladies and Gentlemen, the aircraft has just suffered a decompression and the emergency oxygen system is being activated. Please remain seated, and fit your oxygen mask and breathe normally. Secure the mask by placing the elastic over the back of your head. You must fit your own mask before assisting others. Any smell of burning is normal following the activation of the chemical oxygen generators. Do not remove the mask until advised by a crewmember.

“Breathe babe,” said George, hoping Matty could hear him over the roaring in his ears, “you need to breathe,” he repeated, Matty’s chest rising and falling erratically as he silently panicked, tears pooling in the corners of his wide unseeing eyes. 

The plane lurched again and Matty’s grip tightened on George’s hand, his knuckles turning white from the force of his grip, causing George’s fingers to start to go numb. 

Ladies and Gentlemen, the aircraft has just suffered a decompression and the emergency oxygen system is being activated. Please remain seated, and fit your oxygen mask and breathe normally. Secure the mask by placing the elastic over the back of your head. You must fit your own mask before assisting others. Any smell of burning is normal following the activation of the chemical oxygen generators. Do not remove the mask until advised by a crewmember.

“It’s going to be alright,” George said, he was unsure if he was trying to reassure Matty or himself. The plane rocked again, and he looked up, craning his neck to try and get a peek at the flight attendants, trying desperately to get a read on the situation, trying to get more information. Matty let out a strangled gasp, his nails biting into the delicate skin of George’s hand, tears falling, pooling around the orange plastic of the mask as he looked over at George, silently pleading for salvation. 

Ladies and Gentlemen, the aircraft has just suffered a decompression and the emergency oxygen system is being activated. Please remain seated, and fit your oxygen mask and breathe normally. Secure the mask by placing the elastic over the back of your head. You must fit your own mask before assisting others. Any smell of burning is normal following the activation of the chemical oxygen generators. Do not remove the mask until advised by a crewmember.

“It’s going to be alright,” George said again. He stupidly and impulsively, aided by the adrenaline coursing through his veins, pulled his mask down to press a quick kiss to the side of Matty’s head, his lips brushing against his temple despite the apparent danger they were in before quickly refitting his own mask.

Ladies and Gentlemen, the aircraft has just suffered a decompression and the emergency oxygen system is being activated. Please remain seated, and fit your oxygen mask and breathe normally. Secure the mask by placing the elastic over the back of your head. You must fit your own mask before assisting others. Any smell of burning is normal following the activation of the chemical oxygen generators. Do not remove the mask until advised by a crewmember.

Matty made a soft hiccuping sound, and turned his head, burying his face in the junction of George’s arm and shoulder, his own shoulders shaking as he tried and failed to steady his breathing. His oxygen bag wasn’t inflated the same way George’s was due to Matty’s frantic breaths. Matty didn’t like flying on a good day, sitting bolt upright on the plane, clinging to either the armrest or George’s hand during take off and landing, and during even the most minor patches of choppy air. Matty was clean now, healthy, and George hated to admit it, but it had been easier to fly with Matty when he was using. He’d take enough Xanax to kill a horse and sleep the entire flight, moving like a zombie through the terminal when now he moved like a prey animal ready to bolt for the exit at a moment’s notice. 

Ladies and Gentlemen, the aircraft has just suffered a decompression and the emergency oxygen system is being activated. Please remain seated, and fit your oxygen mask and breathe normally. Secure the mask by placing the elastic over the back of your— 

“We have reached our new cruising altitude of 8,000 feet, it is now safe to remove your oxygen mask,” came the voice of the flight attendant that had spoken before, cutting off the mechanically instructed spiel that had continued to repeat as  they made their rapid descent. George looked around, as the plane shuddered again, but everyone began removing their masks. George hesitated for a moment before removing his as well, remembering suddenly that he had read once that the chemical reaction that created the oxygen in the masks only lasted for a few minutes. 

“We apologize for the inconvenience,” the flight attendant said, explaining how they would be rerouting to land in Charlotte, North Carolina instead of Atlanta, Georgia as planned. George didn’t even care about the logistical nightmare that was going to cause during festival season, he didn’t care about much of anything except helping Matty take off his oxygen mask and crushing their lips together, a chaste, comforting press as Matty trembled beneath George’s fingers. 

“We’re okay,” George soothed, “we’re okay, it’s okay.” 

“I’m never flying again,” Matty rasped, his voice shaking his eyes still wide. George just chuckled nervously, the excess adrenaline still beating through his chest as he pressed another kiss to Matty’s lips, before tugging him as close as he could while wearing their seatbelts, pressing his head against his chest. 

“We’re okay.”

#allylikethecat #ask ally #anon ask #keep it kind #fanfiction #matty fic #gatty #kiss prompts #prompt fills #prompt fill #kiss prompt fill #kiss prompt fills #i am so sorry again that this took me so ridiculously long to fill #i hope you like it #im sorry its not super angsty and medical #the other version that i started was super angsty and medical #but i was worried people would hate me so i shelved it #thank you so much for reading #and for your support #and sending this in #and also happy new year!!

[koinotame]

\o/

hi! it's me, nana / koinotame!

if you're wondering why i went inactive and then deleted, my mental health kind of (really) tanked... and i ended up deleting my blog in a fit.

it's getting better bit by bit though! and i've been wanting to get back into writing (and talking abt my unhinged/yan ideas i can't really talk to anyone else abt), so. here i am! for now, at least

as for my previously posted writing, there's some good news and some bad news: the bad news is that everything i wrote directly into tumblr (99% of snippets, a lot of ask answers, most exact content warnings, etc) is gone. the slightly less bad news is that iirc there were very very few posts of mine that weren't reblogged by anyone at all, so they're probably still out there? feel free to send them my way if you find any and i'll rb them. @/midnight-remembrance also has reblogged a couple of them! there's a couple snippets i have saved in some places, so i might repost those on my own as i find them, but there's very few of those. the good news is that anything longer (proper writing — oneshots, hcs, yan alphabet responses and so on, prompt responses, etc) is safely backed up where i originally wrote it! some of it is also on my ao3, which is the same username. feel free to send me asks about any you'd like to see again and i'll repost them! i might not post them if i feel too embarrassed about/wish i hadn't posted them, and i might rewrite/heavily edit some of them, but i think there's only a handful that fall into the former category and none of them were particularly popular. either way, no harm in asking!

as for some other updates: i'm a little divided on whether i want to keep posting explicit nsfw or not so we'll see. i might just keep it out of main tags. idk yet. regardless of what decision i make, this blog is still strictly 18+ and that will not be changing. since we can reply from sideblogs now, this is a sideblog and not my main now. why? sometimes i prefer to check up on a blog frequently instead of following them for a couple of reasons, but this felt very awkward when they were following me. so this being a sideblog relieves a bit of that stress. if this makes it sound like i have severe brain worms, it's because i do. to that effect though, if we interact every so often feel free to consider us mutuals regardless of whether or not i'm actually following you =w=b tbh i.............. am not really into genshin anymore. i might post about it here and there but i just Do Not (really) Care about it anymore. scara aside to some degree i also have no clue what's going on post inazuma lol whatever projects or commitments to writing or etc i had made beforehand. i forgot all of them so just pretend that never happened ok? ok i'll also probably be posting more sparsely, but we'll see! and (this is obviously the most important bit) i have no clue where i put the mika edit so we're back to my og classic pfp. the header scales terribly and is temporary, please ignore that too

all that aside, as a treat for anyone who sees this in time,

*roughly 6/22 done, but fairly quick to write. roughly one paragraph per character (sneak peek line: "it's not too hard to be discreet with his unique magic when someone really deserves to fall face down a flight of stairs. or three. oopsie. odd they don't remember it, huh? well, he had nothing to do with that.") **more realistic isn't quite the right word(s)... probably won't post this one to the main tags regardless. won't be doing all of the characters (only important/relevant ones) and won't be writing more about/expanding on, so this one is just like. a one off experiment sort of thing. overall less violent than most takes on the au + leans a bit (or lot, depending on how you look at it) more on the religious aspect of self aware aus. i wrote a couple paragraphs a while ago, then rewrote them, but i'll only finish/post them if there's interest for it (sneak peek line: "aether has deluded himself and cast You aside entirely on his own—and when You finally grace them with Your real presence, zhongli is certain aether will be the first to fall from Your grace.")

i have one other new thing immediately ready for posting that'll get posted in a couple of days but that one's pretty silly

#koinotame #and hi to the three people that found this blog before i posted this o/ #long post #i ended up writing a lot. ehem. #<- the type to always have trouble getting essays down to the max word limit #if nobody ends up seeing this. well. it'll be here still when i post some actual writing #q

[soupbabe]

Can I get an assortment of the Dano characters you write for with a s/o that loves to garden? Or a s/o that enjoys painting/sketching them? (I wanted to send you a request but I'm so bad at requests EEK SORRY!)

Gardening with Paul Dano Characters

Featuring: Louis Ives, Jay, Eli Sunday, Hank Thompson

T33TH HI!! I loved your idea and I think it's a cute prompt for the warmer months!! Tbh I just used this to write some of my favs + get some practice in writing some characters I barely written for! <33

Eli Sunday

- I think he would help you create a garden, whether for extra money or just for you to enjoy

- Don't exactly rely on him to do a lot of hard work though

- Sure Eli will provide the supplies and everything you need throughout the day

- but after you're done planting, he would want you to pray with him for a bountiful garden, for rain to come and bless your crops, and then that's it

- Would go on about how "we're" making great things together and how it's wonderful that you both are giving back to God's Earth

- Even though all he didn't do anything and you had to cater to the garden throughout the entire season

- Don't bring it up he'll deny it

Hank Thompson

- Hank just loves watching you garden

- He doesn't know a thing about gardening, he doesn't understand how you keep everything alive, but he is so enamored by it all

- I think he likes gifting you random seeds and house plants he thought you'd like

- Okay okay hear me out: Hank would totally love crafting those native wildflower seed bombs that are made out of mud and stuff

- He loves getting messy!! He loves spending time with you and playing with mud!!

- While it's not a traditional way of gardening, I think it could be fun night out if you and Hank went around throwing the seed packed balls into people's lawns and random patches of grass

- Then a couple weeks later, you two can go on a walk and admire your work!!

Jay

- He's so adamant about gardening, he has the greenest thumb out of the bunch

- Jay is sweet he probably has matching sunhats for the both of you

- All of his food comes from his own vegetable garden and he's so so proud of what you both accomplished together

- Even if there's wonky looking and small veggies, it happens sometimes and it doesn't deter Jay

- And if you love planting various flowers and plants? Oh he's just as in love!

- While it may not be your intention, he loves what you're doing for the local pollinators <33

- If you two had your own home I could guarantee that it just looks like a giant greenhouse. House plants everywhere.

Louis Ives

- Oh she admires your hobby so much!!

- She thinks about starting a garden of her own, planting strawberries or keeping a few succulents around all the time

- But honestly she just doesn't have a whole lot of time, so she just sticks to reading a whole bunch around it

- Yeah she's the kind of girl to think too much about flowers and it's meanings and she gives you them to show her love

- Please let her garden with you, teach her the basics of rooting and how to fence off wild animals and insects please she is begging

- Fun dates at the nursery !! Her being amazed at all the different kinds of plants and it's just an afternoon of ooo-ing and awe-ing

- Once she grows something and it blooms/ripens, she's so excited! She's sending you pictures asking if she did it right and immediately wants to gift them to you!

#eli sunday #eli sunday x reader #there will be blood #there will be blood x reader #hank thompson #hank thomspon x reader #swiss army man x reader #swiss army man #jay okja x reader #jay okja #okja x reader #okja 2017 #louis ives #louis ives x reader #the extra man 2010 #the extra man x reader #paul dano #paul dano x reader #danonation

[vitaliskravtsov]

Could I do #48 for the song prompt? (For parswoops ofc bc I am nothing if not predictable)

okay so this is a PERFECT pimms song but tbh... it's also GOLD for just anything with Kent, so I was SO PUMPED when I saw what you'd picked

48) boy - maisie peters

Boy, you think I'm dumb, tryna pull one on me like I've never been kissed You had a couple of exes and I know that they let you get away with it But you're a boy And I can tell that you've never been hugged boy And I can do better than this, oh better than this

Kent's first NHL goal is a beautiful power play goal from a mess in front of the net, and Jeff wants nothing more than to hug him, so he does.

Or, well, he tries.

Kent is flying around the ice, yelling his blonde head off, avoiding absolutely any contact until he slows enough to get to the bench and get his fist bumps and a little cuff on the shoulder from the captain.

He does come back for little acknowledgements, but that moment, right after his goal - he's totally, wholly alone.

Jeff sends up a little prayer of thanks that people's attitudes and team cohesion aren't topics reporters like to drill him on.

It's not as notable, after that, that Kent ducks away from hugs, both on ice and in the locker room. He doesn't do anything as showy as that first night, but he still slips out, slides from under the plies, takes only claps of recognition instead of full body slams, leaves people behind to slam themselves into walls, makes it so that he's never the tactile center of anything.

It's a little weird, because Jeff's seen pictures of his Memorial Cup run, and he's not sure anything could have fit between the top line of that team when they were cellying. So it's, you know. It's a little insulting, if nothing else.

And then, come December, Kent's drunk and kissing Jeff, and Jeff's sure it's a one-time thing, and then it's not. They're making out in every available closet, perpetually going out on dates, staying in and hanging out and watching old vampire rom-coms as an excuse to eat shitty pizza on Jeff's couch instead of in Lamby's basement, and it's.

The thing is, Kent still won't let Jeff hold him. Kiss him? Sure. Pin him? Yeah. Smack his hand away from the carrots he's chopping up for salad? Okay.

But a hug after a bad game? Nope. Cuddling while watching what is arguably one of the worst movies Jeff's ever seen? Abso-fucking-lutely not.

The first time he tried, Kent practically jumped six feet in the air and almost ran out the door of the apartment, and the only thing that kept him in was the fact that it was 2am in Vegas, and he hadn't bought a coat.

Jeff's let him get away with it because, like, personal space and improvement.

But it's April, and the Aces are mathematically out of the playoffs, just barely eked out by the fucking Flames, and Kent still won't let Jeff do anything for him.

Jeff is, just a little bit, fucking done.

It comes to a head after they lose in a spectacular blowout against the Wild, 6-0, last road game of the season. They make it back to the room, and Kent immediately drops the cover he'd had in the hallway to duck questions from vets, plops down on the bed, and goes dead to the world.

Jeff sits down on the bed next to him and gently, gently, rests his hand on Kent's spine.

"Hey," he whispers.

Kent jumps, tenses.

"Don't fucking touch me," he hisses, shrinking into himself.

Jeff's hands fly into the air.

"Whoa, hey, I'm sorry," he says, voice defensive. "I was just trying to be nice to my boyfriend, don't mind me."

"You could not," Kent growls into his pillow.

"Don't do that," Jeff spits back. "Don't do the fucking I'm angry I'm an asshole so I'm gonna yell at Jeff about it thing, that's not fucking fair to me."

"Shut up," Kent tells him, and puts a pillow over his head. He signs something, angry and sharp, and though it's not one Jeff knows (he's got "I love you", "Thanks", and "What" down, but that's about it), he knows it's one Kent signs often to the person who takes up so much space in Kent's head it's intolerable, sometimes.

"I'm not him," Jeff nearly yells. "I'm not going to tear you down, I'm not going to hit you or... or... fucking die! I don't know, okay, but I'm not him, and if you don't..."

He takes a deep breath.

"If you don't know that, that I'm not him, then I can't do this, because I can't do that to myself, and I can't let you do that to yourself, either."

He slides off the bed, puts on his shoes, grabs his duffel from next to the door.

"I love you," he whispers to the silent room, and he slips out the door.

#parswoops #kent parson #jeff swoops troy #jeff troy #ask #ask answered #omgcp #omgcheckplease #*mine #pinkviper #sorry this took so long <3333

[cianmarstoo]

Does Alex have ARFID?

I don't think that he does (at least in my verses) though I can see where you're coming from with this :)

(Please know that I'm basing it on this easy to read graphic as I am not well versed in arfid - I think he does hit some of them I think he's a picky eater, and has sensitivity issues with texture, and avoids entire food groups but I don't think he'd meet the diagnositic minimum for it.)

I think that his food issues are all from adhd and from being Little, and from any childhood trauma of which he has plenty

The sensitivity issues are from his adhd, he's not a fan of certain textures, with having past trauma from childhood i think he might avoid new foods as if he doesn't know if he'd like it he'll feel bad if he doesn't eat it as it'll be wasting food - this is from being completely broke making do with food he could steal, and from being in different homes where he'd probably have to just eat what he was given and wouldn't get alternatives.

I think him being a picky eater and avoiding food groups is just him being a Little - he knows what he likes and has quite a childish food palette (same tbh), he'd avoid veggies to death if he could, but mostly because he was used to not being able to afford fresh food like that, and because he knows he can get MerDer to bargain like an episode of tv of his choice if he does (this works no matter his headspace lol)

I think a lot of his food issues are him forgetting to eat because he doesn't realise he's hungry often, like his brain just doesn't register that he is

having Meredith and Derek around makes it a lot easier, they force him to eat at regular meal times, make sure he eats a more balanced diet, know ways to sneak food into his meals and smoothies, and he doesn't have to make a lot of decisions, when hes big unless he requests something they give him the choice between two things, figure it out, or have already meal prepped

<3 If anyone has anymore questions about headcanons/ prompts, or even little Greys themed moodboard pls send them to me <3

#cw eating problems #little alex karev #agere alex karev #age regression alex karev #alex karev #greys anatomy #adhd alex karev

[herofics]

Hello, hello! I saw your recent post about Hawks comforting a suicidal reader, and I got curious with other writing prompts you made. Little did I know, I would grow to love it very much! I'll definitely read more of your posts in my spare time, thank you for making these!

Anyways, I hope I didn't catch you in a bad time. IF, and only IF you're feeling up to it, I'd like to request a Hawks x female reader who has AWFUL social skills and stutters a lot. It's not that she has anxiety, but it happens too often to the point people sometimes misunderstand her. Nonetheless, she tries REALLY hard to communicate with people, especially with Hawks. Little did anyone know, she has a passion for drawing! One day, the reader decided to finally confess her feelings to Hawks; however, there's a twist. The reader was never really good with words in the first place. Instead, she decided to give him a sketchbook filled with little sketches, paintings and complete drawings of him, the reader, or together, with a bit of aesthetic shtick going on (old timey newspapers, Latin quotes in papyrus, colorful pressed flowers, you know, those kinds of dark/light academia aesthetics you see everywhere). To add the cherry on top, a note on top of the sketchbook says, "You are the walking embodiment of the quote, 'What if I fall? But darling, what if you fly?' Thank you for inspiring me to be bolder and for being with me. I love and appreciate you, Chicken Feet."

I'm not sure if this idea had been done, but don't feel pressured to do it whether or not it has been written down. Again, thank you very much, and I wish you the best day!

Have a Chikim Kigs for all your troubles ^^

Sounds very familiar tbh, I’m super awkward and anxious socially, and I absolutely suck at talking to people. When I really need to tell someone something, I write it down and send it to them as a message, because I suck at talking. I think this is a really cute idea and I hope I did it justice. I have a masterlist in the pinned post where you can find all my stuff categorized by character. I hope you have a great day, I’m certainly having a good one :D

•You’re not very good with talking to people, but you do really try

•People still seem to misunderstand you a lot, and sometimes they even get irritated at you

•Sometimes people just don’t even make the effort to understand, but Hawks does

•He’s very patient with you and if he feels like he’s maybe misunderstanding you, he asks more questions to make sure and the situation usually resolves itself like that

•You and Hawks have been friends for a while now, and you’ve fallen for him pretty hard

•You’re not at all sure if he would return your feelings, he’s always been pretty hard to read and not just for you

•Hawks doesn’t really reveal much about himself, even to the people closest to him, but he does feel really safe and relaxed with you

•You started working on your little sketchbook project about a month before you gave it to Hawks

•It was a fun project but when you finally decided it was ready and you wanted to give it to him, you were super nervous

•You didn’t know how he was going to react, but you knew that if he was going to reject your feelings, he was going to do it kindly, that’s just the kind of person he is

•Hawks came over to your place since you were going to go to lunch from there

•You seemed really nervous for some reason, which he picked up on immediately

•So of course he asked you if something was wrong, and you just handed him the sketchbook and requested he would take a look at it

•He started flipping through it and you could see his pupils getting bigger with each page, like cat’s eyes do

•He was also smiling like a total dork, because he was so happy

•You felt a wave of relief wash over you as he flipped through it and he seemed to be very happy with what he was seeing

•Hawks had been super nervous about telling you how he felt, because he didn’t really know if you would return his feelings

•Your lack of social skills make you a bit hard for him to read, but he did have an inkling about you maybe liking him back

•When he got to the end of the sketchbook, he saw your little text bit with the “Thank you for inspiring me to be bolder and for being with me. I love and appreciate you, chicken feet”

•He suddenly hugged you were tightly and whispered in your ear “I love you too, dove”

•You felt all the nervousness leave your body as he said that and you hugged him back after you got over the initial shock

•You were so happy he returned your feelings and also that he liked your way of confessing to him

•Hawks is over the moon and the two of you also go through the sketchbook together because he wants to know how you made it

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #hawks #bnha hawks #mha hawks #takami keigo #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #mha fluff #bnha fluff #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction

[actual-bill-potts]

hi! i just wanted to drop by and say, i think your last prompt fic rewired the chemistry in my brain. i've been rotating that interaction between finarfin and olwe in my mind for hours now. that's probably the best take i saw on them & and on why finarfin didn't return immediately after the first kinslaying. that was amazing and your writing is wonderful

also i'm in love with your "and all our towers cast down" fic, with your portrayal of finrod and his trauma, it's honestly fascinating

hope you're having a good day/night <3

omg tysm for this incredibly kind message!!!! it literally made my entire day. tbh i didn't expect much of a response to that ficlet bc it was such a struggle to write - Aegnor and Angrod are not characters I think about often and Alqualondë is so odd narratively to me bc it feels like it should be a major turning point for everyone but it kind of...isn't? So this was my best attempt at making it make sense in my own mind. I need to write a full meta post on the subject soon haha to put my thoughts in order. I'm so glad you liked it!! Though I don't really write about them much, Olwë and Finarfin are such interesting characters to me so I'm glad they came through properly.

And thank u so so much!! i have absolutely adored writing towers, it's so much fun to explore the character dynamics and really dive into leithian and make everyone's choices make more sense in my own brain. in my mind finrod's death is really what sealed the doom of nirnaeth, cuz politically fingon lost so much with finrod. so i am really looking forward to exploring the ramifications of his survival and how the events of tol-in-gaurhoth affected him. i really see his role in leithian as him finally snapping and being like I'm going to help this person I love no matter the cost. I've always headcanoned that a big part of the reason he went to middle earth was to support both the nolofinwions and his own people who loved feanor. and in middle-earth he's had to make the hard pragmatic choice so many times, between splitting from turgon pretty much forever, letting his brothers go to the front lines, sending balan's people to the front lines, constantly smoothing things over between the Fëanorions, the nolofinwions, the doriathrim, the bëorians, and the laiquendi, and at the point of leithian he's just seen so much of that work burst into flames around him and he basically pulls a fingolfin. he's like fuck what happens to me, fuck what happens to my kingdom: thingol is insane, two of my brothers are dead, pretty much all of balan's people that i worked so hard to help are dead except this one guy who is determined to go on a suicide mission. so im gonna help balan's descendant and no one can stop me.

But now he's survived and he's going to have to reckon with...all of that...with fingon who just lost his father to a similar impulse, and with orodreth, and with himself. and of course sauron's mind games didn't help him any. so he's in a pretty bad headspace right now and is going to have to deal with a lot of the losses he's just been shoving away and not looking at up until now.

Anyway sorry for the ramble! I'm just very passionate abt this project lol.

Also, I know you like Finarfin, and this ask made literally my whole entire day, so here's a Finarfin+Finrod snippet for you! I hope you enjoy <3

That morning, Arafinwë's eldest son does not so much walk into the dining room as swim. He is encased in layers upon layers of swishing fabric that billow before and after him, making it necessary to sway carefully to avoid tripping; his hair, loosed and straightened, falls nearly to his feet, and keeps tangling about his knees; and he looks inordinately proud of himself.

Arafinwë glances at Eärwen in bewilderment, wondering if wardrobe-related madness is a symptom among the Returned that he has forgotten about. She looks just as confused as he feels, if significantly more amused.

"Good morning, Finrod!" he says aloud. "Er - is there a special occasion?"

Finrod moves carefully to his chair, then sweeps his massive skirts behind him, swiftly moves the chair out, and sinks into it with a whoosh. He looks up cheerfully.

"Good morning, Atya, Ammë!" he says, beaming. "No special occasion - this is cultural. It is the latest in Vanyarin fashion!"

"Is it?" Arafinwë asks weakly. "It seems - difficult to move in."

"Oh, yes," Finrod responds, grinning even wider. The effect, in conjunction with the sparkling, billowing skirts and tangled hair, is nearly blinding. "That's the point, you see! It is intended to emulate the care with which the Valar must move, encased in the forms they take to walk among us. I thought the idea was fascinating. And the fabrics they use are so beautiful!"

"Ah - that is indeed interesting," Arafinwë responds, wondering who among his mother's people he will have to take aside later for a quick word on not telling Finrod about Vanyar fads. "Surely it is not intended to go out in...?"

"Oh, but of course it is!" Finrod says. "I plan to go out to market as soon as we are done breakfasting, to experience the full effect. Would you like to come? It could be quite interesting."

"Alas, your mother and I must hold court soon after breakfast, and cannot join," Arafinwë says without much regret.

"You must tell us about the experience, though!" Eärwen chimes in, sounding as if she is suppressing laughter.

"Ah, very well," Finrod says cheerfully; and after he has breakfasted he does indeed rise carefully - barely snatching his garment away from the remnants of jelly on his plate before it can be stained - and swim out of the room.

Eärwen and Arafinwë look at each other and burst into laughter.

"The skirts!" Eärwen gasps, "The folds! It will take him an hour to exit the palace!"

"Oh dear," Arafinwë says at last, wiping his eyes. "Oh dear. Was he like this before?"

"He was!" Eärwen exclaims. "Do you remember, he used to creep into your father's closet and try on his best robes? Then he would swan about the halls, trying not to trip."

"I had forgotten," Arafinwë admits, a smile curving his lips, "but you are quite right. He always did love beautiful clothing. I only hope that his pursuit of high Vanyarin fashion will not send him home with a broken collarbone."

"It is so good to have our son home," Eärwen says abruptly. "Our children gave me such joy. I had nearly forgotten."

Arafinwë reaches across the table to take her hand. "It is," he agrees. The image of Finrod leaving the room, having to angle his hips to fit through the door and bundling his hair about himself so as not to trip, floats across his mind and he chuckles again. "Do you remember when bustles were all the rage, and Artanis got caught on a turn of the stairway? She was furious."

Eärwen's laughter is a welcome peal, more light of heart than he had heard in years. "As I recall, it was Finrod who convinced her of their merits in the first place."

"She did not take his advice on fashion again, after that!" Arafinwë agrees. He cannot stop smiling as he begins to gather up the breakfast things and neaten his own robes. It feels as if his heart is singing within him: Our son is home. He is home. He is home!

#my writing #finarfin #earwen #finrod #silm fic #nice people saying nice things #the silmarillion

[v3nusxsky]

Just re-sending this ask/request! :D

Hello !! Just dropping in to say hi and maybe ask a request (I feel bad 'cause I might be swamping you or annoying you with requests TvT)

Hope you're feeling good today!

And I just wanted to share something that happened to me (might be a good idea for a fic tbh 🥲 especially a platonic Larissa x student! reader). So there's this competition that I joined, my english teacher mentored me. I was very confident with my skills, and she really believed in me a whole lot (She saw my entry for the competition and gave me a thumbs up, that's a really good thing). When the results came out, I lost. We were both confused, because we know I had a great chance in entering the top ranks but welp just have to deal with it.

When the results came out, I was busy answering some worksheets. She came up to me and asked if I was okay, and she told me that the results came out. I was laughing out my nervousness, and when she showed me I didn't know what to say. She then immediately hugged me and told me it was okay and she was still proud of me (she really brought up my mommy issues that day. All throughout the day, until the awarding program, she comforted me. Received tons of hugs from her and it makes the pain of losing a bit better really.

I'm sorry for rambling hajdbchd again I hope you're okay!!! Sending lots of love and hugs <33

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Proud of you sweetheat| h&c

*Authors note~ I hope I do this some justice and I'm so proud of you for putting yourself out there*

Trigger warnings~ none?

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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Larissa had been working with you recently to further the clear skill you had for literature. She knew you were fairly real rounded with English but your favourites were poetry and creative writing. She couldn't help but suggest you for the creative writing competition coming up, she knew you had a clear talented and wanted to help build your confidence in your abilities. She had every faith in your submission , after all she'd been reading over it to help with your thought process and brain storming.

Larissa watched how hard you worked, desperately trying to find the idea that felt best. The smile you wore the day you came to her office to inform her you knew what your submission was. Then she was able to watch you turn a rough plot into a beautiful story. Your proud but tired smile the night you finished your story and presented it to her. It was truly a joy to watch someone as talented as you work. You were practically beaming when Larissa gave you a thumbs up and a smile after reading your work.

Result day, you anxiously waited to be called to her office, but Larissa Weems was on phone call after phone call trying understand how on earth you'd lost to someone from Jericho high, she felt their entry was lacking compared to yours and truly she felt that this could be some sort of prejudice due to you having abilities. But even after all the phones calls she came up blank, they were adamant that it was all fair so she had to let you know despite how much she knew it would break your little heart.

You were called to her office around lunch time and immediately you sensed the mood due to your ability. "I didn't get it did I?" You whimpered and you received a sad nod. "Sweetheart, are you okay?" She knew it was a loaded question and attempted to keep her feelings neutral to help your ability. Your face feel which caused her to immediately come and hold you close. "Oh darling, I'm so sorry I don't understand why, I've been trying to figure it out all morning."  She murmured stroking threw hair as you accidentally projected your disappointment and sadness at the woman.

"You will always be my favourite palm tree and my favourite writer, when you get that book of your published I want a copy, and when you become all famous I hope you remember me and know I'll come to every signing to show you my support. I couldn't be prouder of you and I have so much faith in your ability darling, never give up." Her words rang around your head all day, anytime she could she would find ways to comfort you and reminded you of how much she enjoyed your stories.

Word count~ 761

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♻️🤔🛠 for wip ask game

Hiiii sorry on the delay, school keeps stealing all my spoons! But here we are!

♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP Hmmm... see I have TONS of ideas that don't end up making it into the final fics, but they don't often get entirely scrapped, more like... become personal headcanons for the story. I guess one that I'm working on, this Willex foster care friends to lovers AU one shot, was initially going to be an X+1 type fic. But then I couldn't figure out what exactly the through line was between all the scenes in my head. So I guess now it's more of a series of one shots in the same universe? (Assuming I can actually get some of them written...)

🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet? Oh dang I have TONS of these. Uhhh... okay when I started uni, I started making this list of hyper specific story/au prompts, some based on things that actually happened to me and others more based on hypothetical situations that my anxiety kept telling me would happen. I'd love to actually write some of them into proper stories at some point! The most recent one on the list is: "Some jerks were harassing you at the gym for your 'bad form' so I stepped in and pretended to be your trainer to get them off your back... and then it turns out you're actually a trainer AU." Seems like it's got a Willie and Julie bestie fic written all over it, right?

🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now? Writing it. Okay sorry, bad answer. But honestly, the hardest thing with writing for me right now is having the time and energy for it. Like in theory I have more free time at the moment cause I'm only taking 15 credits and I never had a social life to begin with, but whenever I get to the end of the day when I'm actually done with stuff, I just never have the brain cells to write. It's making me really sad tbh. Sorry, that's kinda depressing.

Thanks for asking!!!!

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#legolas tag #legolas answers asks #gosh the fics that consume my mind... if only I had time to commit them to paper... #definitely not answering this instead of doing my homework...