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legiomiam · 1 year

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Author and WIP Introduction

My Name is J. Lynnell I am a nonbinary author of color. I mainly write Science Fiction/Fantasy stories with the general rating being 18+. I have been writing for almost 2 decades now, and I also have poems published in The Midnight Collection Vol. 2 Dark Harvest. Which you can read CHRYSANTHEMUM: a hanahaki inspired poem of the acceptance and death of unrequited love {CW: Contemplation of suicide, Death}, UNTITLED IN DEATH: a poem dedicated to the beauty of nature and in death we return to the earth {CW: Death}, and the third poem COMPROMISE: a poem on the inevitable end that awaits us all {CW: Death}.

My About Me can be found HERE

I can also be found of Twitter and Instagram

I am also available for commissions if someone wants and I've started an ART TAG that I will update with my artwork.

(I'll have an updated list of tags here at a later date)

On to my projects:

Dark Fantsy + Romance: Adult A story set against the backdrop of a centuries old conflict between those without magic, Vampyres, and those with magic, Fae. This Dark And Divine Place is the first book in it's series that introduces us to Rashka, sister to Empress Ivette Ananulli and her husband Emperor Seung Ananulli, of the last Great Vampyre Empire that is not fully under the Consul's control. When an entire clan is murdered in the dead of night the Counsul is called to convene. Along the way Rashka is mistaken for her sister and taken, with little hope of her survival none of the Counsul members wish to waste time nor their resources to find her. Except for the Fae representatives, who offer up one of their own to search for her.

Note: This story is an enemies to lovers slow burn with explicit sexual content. It's also not a "will they?" story but a "how did they?" one. This series was started well after I had started trying to draft the Cursed Children and I decided I should tell the parents story before the children's.

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*MILD SPOILERS FOR TDADP*

Dark (Urban) Fantasy: Adult The passing of several years find Rashka and Bahram with a growing family, and the knowledge that they each made a bargain— a selfish bargain. Ones that they decided to keep from their children including their eldest. Reign, who's life is not only coveted by darker forces that linger behind false companionship, but also set with a bounty for being the outcome of her parents' forbidden union. Unknown to her, as Reign finds herself having to reap the retribution of her parents actions, her own siblings are forced to take their own punishments in their search to free her from her own prison.

Note: This is the sequel series to TDADP, it takes place several years after the first series and spans a good length of time into a "modern" age. It's told from a multi pov of each of the children, with the main story following Reign and the other siblings each getting a story f their own that ties in. The stories of the children in of themselves are much darker than TDADP .

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Dystopian/Cyberpunk: Adult She has to remember who she is. Not what the night terrors trick her into believing. Her name is Alexia Volkova, she fluctuates between the high rise of city life among the neon lights and towers made of reflective glass, and the slums of a worn down remodeled complex paid for in cash with no name on the lease. That's how it's always been, the terrors signaling the oncoming lapse in her suppressants. The need for more comes with the involvement in a mass murder in more than one location across the sectors of New Haven and a run in with the lead investigator.

Note: This idea is as old as TDADP and one that reddit had called a "Resident-Evil-knock-off" {derogatory} so I named the main love interest Leon because I could. A story told by very unreliable narrators and very morally grey characters.

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Urban Fantasy: Adult Their bloodlines came with rules, a set of laws they must abide by set by their founders— first of their name— written into their very bones. To be honored and upheld. Savina Starling had obeyed those laws until now, when the greatest law to her was broken. Songbirds shall not murder other Songbirds. With the sacrifice of her family she not only returned to claim a throne that was not hers by law, but to take vengeance with the help of the devil by her side.

Note: This was born from an idea where a cult misinterprets a blood sacrifice and that the person who's blood is spilled on a summoning sigil is the one bound to the demon it summons, and if the idea had a baby with my disappointment at the staleness of some of my once upon a time favorite monster/demon/human stories.

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Paranormal Mystery + Romance: Adult Hector Del Bosque an up and coming opera lead ready to star in his first headlining show after the success of his first role becomes a suspect for the murder of his on (and off) stage lover and costar. With the show put to a halt as the understudies are all scared off from taking the leading role. Enter one peculiar lead, Evelynn Delacroix Desbois, her too wide eyes seems to stare through Hector— through most things even as she takes the stage to practice, haunting is what comes to mind. Different than the dutiful servant and almost bodyguard, Reyes, that hovers around her when not talking to staff. Haunting and stubborn against the onslaught of threats.

Note: This honestly was supposed to be POTO inspired and sorta is but not really. It also has a poly relationship as the main romance. Though not the only work I have listed that has a poly romance as the main one.

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Fantasy: Adult There was power to be had in a name and that is why Brooke Vale chose his carefully, that was the deal after all. His uncle let him flee with his life his own if he never uttered his given name to anyone. Years have passed and the sprawling forest surrounding the once thriving kingdom has taken over as a deadly setting to a cruel tyranny. When old faces come to beg for Brooke to challenge his cousin for the throne he not-so-politely declines. The kingdom of Treyalla had done without him for twelve years what is another sixty more? His only answer is to find the rightful prince, the heir to the king his own very own parents usurped the throne from. Their only lead? Is within that very forest where the old gods slumber and their guide is a girl all too willing to keep their secrets.

Note: This story has been a long one in the making and while nothing it down solid it is a series that is either going to be a trilogy with each book following a different set of characters all woven together or just like Godly Ruins.

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The following are WIPs that are not at the forefront of my current projects but still there (any that are tba/coming soon are ones that I just don't have a coherent plot to go with):

Our Multiple Lives Told Through A Single Set Of Eyes: When a woman takes a job as a companion to an elderly man his interests are stories and although skeptical of the new hire he asks her for a story unlike any other. And what better story can she tell of a young woman and the devil she married, sold her soul to, and escaped. A devil that is still hunting down his missing bride.

What Awaits Us In The Dark Of The Sea: The daughter of a merchant upon the news of her betrothal to a man she never met, a betrothal that had been set in stone after tragedy struck her family, decides that the very waters that had claimed not only her father's vast fortune just weeks earlier but her mother and oldest sister's lives when she was a child could have her too. Only she awakens soaked on the beach with a circle of small rings branded on her thigh. A claiming of the creatures that drown men and women. But it vanishes as if it was nothing more than her imagination the very day her intended knocks on the doors to have her hand.

Untitled haunted painting: a couple move into a house in a small town, beautiful even the portrait of the original owners remains on the mantle in the grand room. Even as eyes follow the couple as they go about their lives.

Untitled possible thief story: (more to come)

Fall With Me/Rise For You (duology): When the fiancée of the village's local priest finds a wounded angel in the rafters she keeps it her own secret and what starts as an uneasy friendship turns into an affair

Untitled Circus novel: (coming soon)

Untitled mafia novel: An "FBI" agent that is bought by the mafia covers up a witnesses murder as the local serial killer's work and the killer isn't happy. So unhappy that the agent's new wife becomes a target.

Untitled shadow monster novel: (TBA it's my I support women's wrongs novel)

#author introduction #wip introduction #writeblr introduction #writing community

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thesistersarcheron · 1 year

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Ask Game

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

thank you for the tags, @darling-archeron, @velidewrites, @whyisaravenlike-awritingdesk, @moodymelanist, @vulpes-fennec, and @melonsfantasyworld! I'm sorry it took me an age to respond. 💕💕💕

Everything from my current WIP folder, arranged in order of priority/inspiration:

- Bejeweled (Ch. 4, Beast!Rhys Feysand smut) - Bejeweled (Ch. 5, Feysand CoN epilogue) - Visions of You (Ch. 8, Elriel wedding) - viciousness & intelligence (Ch. 14 - Epilogue outline) - viciousness & intelligence (Ch. 15) - I Think He Knows (Ch. 2, Eluzriel, Azriel POV) - Of the Archer and the Dark (Ch. 9, Feyre meets the first suitor) - See It with the Lights Out (Ch. 2, Feysand daddy kink)

Ideas trapped in my Google Docs and desperately searching for a way to break out:

- Delicate (Feysand hurt/comfort, the mating bond snap compels Rhys to kidnap Feyre on the balcony at the end of ACOTAR) - Untitled Elriel (Fae!Elain is trapped in the Autumn Court under Beron's thumb because she's Lucien's mate, Lucien makes a deal with Azriel to free her in exchange for all he knows about Autumn, Azriel kidnaps Elain and accidentally woos her) - Hindsight (Ch. 3, Elriel celebrity/bodyguard AU) - Karma (Pt. 2 of the Anti-Hero series, Feysand obliterate the Autumn Court in retaliation, Rhys has flashbacks of the night he and his father attacked the Spring Court, cue Feysand hurt/comfort breeding kink in a forest) - Untitled Nessian or Nessriel (regency AU, illicit affairs, and praise kink) - Untitled Gwynessian smut (for @highladyofillyria)

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Everyone has already done this, so I'm not sure who to tag! If you're interested, please consider this your invitation to do this meme with me. 💕

#ask game #tag meme #writing #wips #these aren't quite the names but the names are unintelligible even to me (what does VOYWN mean again???) so i edited lol #my fics

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crepe-of-wrath · 2 years

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Welcome! Please enjoy your stay.

ETA April 2023: Hi folks, tumblr has been difficult with tagging for me lately--trying to use tags like "my writing" has been affecting my posts' visibility. All my fics are linked below (the "Shouta Saturday" series is at the bottom), but you can also use "alucard x reader" "sebastian michaelis x reader" or "aizawa x reader" tags to search. Thanks for your patience, readership, and support. <3

Do you like Hellsing gifs embellished with random Nietzsche quotes? -> #nietzschecard

Hellsing gifs adorned with random pop lyrics? -> #hellsing hits the pop charts

Me abandoning all pretense of dignity in my quest to fawn over Alucard? -> #alucard simping

Gifs of Sebastian Michaelis from Black Butler attached to various musings about aesthetics? -> #illustrating aesthetics with Sebastian

Anything related to extremely hot tired bondage teacher man Aizawa Shouta? --> #you really are so cool eraserhead

Alas, if you want actual High Effort Content, then you're stuck with my [Character] x Fem Reader fics as described under the cut -> #my writing

Please check an individual work's notes/tags and warnings before proceeding, as most of this has possible dubcon, yandere, manipulation, and other content that I know isn't everyone's cup of tea. The non-Smut Saturday Aizawa stuff is soft/fluffy.

Impossibility 1 2 ((Alucard x Reader) currently 2 parts, a third and ostensibly final part on the way, should be completed prior to the heat death of the universe...probably)

Very Silly Wish Fulfillment... 1 2 3 4 ((Alucard x Reader) random usually unrelated shorter one-shots, generally softer compared to my other Alucard writing)

Entangled, Untitled Brief Snippet, and Plush ((Alucard x Reader) lone-shots that feature a more possessive, yandere, or yan-adjacent Alucard)

Benefits Package 1 2 ((Alucard x Reader) Integra orders Alucard to take care of her lonely personal secretary)

Alucard Poetry 1 2

Hymn to Beauty 1 2 ((Sebastian Michaelis x Reader) 2/4 parts completed)

random Sebastian x fem reader

Intergenerational Solidarity and To Have His Back ((Aizawa x Reader) Connected fics featuring a shy and somewhat awkward Aizawa and a Famous Quirkless Reader)

Shouta [Scarf] Smut Saturday 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 ((Aizawa x Reader) You and Aizawa do various things, often with his capture weapon)

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toribookworm22 · 1 year

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Find The Word

Lovely @writeintrees tagged me in this very fun game. Thank you so much for bringing me in!!

I'm sending it forward to: @writing-and-trying @eli-writes-sometimes @heartsaarchive @drabbleitout @thatndginger

Search one/some of your writing for these 5 words: SAVIOR, IDEA, BACKPACK, IVY, & GO.

No pressure; play if you want to, and to anyone else, consider this your honorary tag.

My words and finds are under the cut.

All my love,

~ toribookworm

My words were: cross, push, grey, run, & pray. And except for pray, I was able to find all of them in my currently untitled secondary series. (Pray is from a short story titled Adenrore based in the same universe though).

CROSS(ES)

“Darn.” Mace pulls out the chair beside her. “Rolyn, she beat us to it.”

His boyfriend crosses over to where Lulu and I are, immediately searching the cabinets. “That’s too bad, love.”

Mace leans in toward May almost conspiratorially. “That sounded placating. Did that sound placating to you?”

PUSH

Because how dare she.

Not know information or finally contact us or take too long to get over the wall of bricks she had for a brain-- though those all make me angry, too-- but how dare she go to Edward first. Because her leaving may have been the last push for us to splinter, but it was the first punch of darkness, too. Maybelle left and Edward spent three years looking for a mom who was already dead. How dare she keep taking swings when he’s still down.

GREY

They’re silver.

Silver and catching the light and grinning and framed in a face paler than I remember, sharper too. But they’re silver. Silver where they used to be grey and I’m staring too hard to hear what he’s saying, but suddenly there’s applause and he’s leaving and-

RUN

She looks lovely first thing in the morning when he hair’s matted and her breath absolutely reeks. She looks lovely fresh off a mission with sweat clinging to her skin and stress radiating from her every pore. She looks lovely when her face goes all red from yelling at me and when snot continues to run from her nose for hours after she cries and every minute in between. She was lovely at 15 and she’ll be lovely at 50 and Esme can never understand that if she thinks Lu looks lovely in the earrings.

PRAY

“Impressive, yes, Uba?”

“Abi-Tjhan… This is beautiful. Ait, Abi. Umpfe.”

The Abi smiled at Lanissa’s use of their tongue. “Who taught you Roric, Uba?”

“She even has an accent, Amba,” Jybn piped up, leading them towards the far side of the crystal cavern. There, dwellings were carved into the stone, waiting for their people to return to them. Lanissa could only pray that her Delegation never found their way and destroyed this beauty, too.

“My brother. He’s the one on the translator, too. He’s very good at languages.”

“I would love to meet him someday.”

Lanissa didn’t think that was likely, considering the circumstances.

#writeblr #writers of tumblr #writers #find the word tag #writing tag game

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h0ney-letters · 8 months

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About me (kinda)

Age: 24

Pronouns: she/her

Main blog: @h0neyfreak

Genre/style: literary fiction, speculative fiction, creative nonfiction, flash fiction, poetry. I would also love to one day write a themed cozy mystery series under a pen name that sounds so fun.

Published?: no, not sure if I want to or if I just want to write for fun. I’ll probably submit things to some journals eventually and maybe self-publish if I ever write anything longer

Other hobbies/interests: knitting, drawing (traditional and digital), painting (oils mostly), ttrpgs (currently DMing a MOTW campaign), and I’m a casual Formula 1 fan

cw tags: I’ll always tag explicit depictions of rape, gore, and violence as “#cw: [subject]”

(Some of my) favorite books:

Madness is Better than Defeat by Ned Beauman

The Percy Jackson series by Rick Riordan

Series of Unfortunate Events series by Lemony Snicket

The Giver by Lois Lowry

Piranesi by Susanna Clarke

American Gods by Neil Gaiman

Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky (but only the Constance Garnett translation)

The Letters of Vincent Van Gogh

Who is Maud Dixon? by Alexandra Andrews

Catch-22 by Joseph Heller

Current wips (updated monthly) (current ver. Oct 2023):

Long work 1: Every Reason Why. A novel following a waitress as she gets into an abusive relationship interwoven with anecdotes from her life before her abuser (going back to childhood) building two parallel stories. ~10k words at time of posting.

Long work 2: [untitled] A group of friends meet at summer camp and ~something bad~ happens. Follows them through adulthood as the bad thing unravels/becomes clear. Currently just a vague idea with some bulleted lists and snippets. Has not left the notes app.

Short work 1: What Violence? A short surreal body horror story about a young girl who gets stabbed in the chest with a knife and discovers it does not hurt or bleed the way it should. She searches for someone to bring her to a doctor to give her stitches but struggles to explain what’s going on. Based on a dream I had. ~300 words at the moment.

Short work 2: He Called Me Something Bad. A young girl kills her teenage step brother (or woman kills stepson, still sorting it out) in what appears to be an accident. The social worker/detective interviewing her starts to realize that it was not An Accident. Currently in the notes app/ideas phase. Unclear if it will make it out.

Tag list (mostly for my own reference/benefit)

#ref -> helpful lists, words, resources etc.

#guides -> kind of like ref but more to collect posts about how to write specific rules/identities of characters or settings

#inspo -> quotes, art, snippets, prompts and other things that make me want to write

#wip -> I’m a slut for a good Pinterest board/Spotify playlist/other way to outline ideas without having to sit down and write so that stuff will go here. Along with any snippets

#ocs -> any stuff about my characters. idk how much I’ll use this one because I mostly see people making OC content for genre fiction and it feels weird to make stuff for short stories and kinda disjointed literary fiction. But I also might be a weird little freak (likely) who needs to get over herself (extremely likely)

#tips -> useful info about the writing process, publishing, software, etc

#my work -> anything I write myself. I can’t pick a title to save my life so tagging by title won’t work

#good stuff -> writing by other people that I love and want to come back to and read a bunch because it is good

#review -> book/story/essay reviews. Goodreads stresses me out but I want some way to catalogue what I read now that I’ve graduated and have time for it. Also reviewing stuff helps me figure out what I want my own writing to sound and feel like.

#writeblr #writer introduction #about me #writeblr introduction #about the writer #about the author #new writer #writers on tumblr #creative writing #tumblr writer

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katasstrophey · 6 years

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Single Dad!M’Baku Headcanon

For those who desired a less heart-wrenching conclusion to my Untitled series and for those who are simply curious to what our beloved M’Baku would be like as a single father.

M’Baku is extremely protective over his little boy.

Where the Jabari tribe leader can be found, his child can also be found either safely tucked against his chest or in the crook of his arm.

Taking after his mother, M’Baku’s boy is more of the quiet and pensive type.

M’Baku only speaks to his son in a soft tone.

M’Baku’s son is his entire world and the child is an absolute daddy’s boy.

The pair develop a somewhat unhealthy codependency in the boy’s early years but it becomes healthy overtime.

M’Baku is reluctant to speak of his deceased wife for her passing still pains him greatly, but when his little boy sneaks into his room at night after a nightmare (as she had once done) and asks to be told about his mother M’Baku can not refuse.

“Your mother was the most beautiful princess Wakanda had ever known and she was kind, so kind...”

Father-Son treks in the Jabari mountains are a given.

“Look son, over the great mountains and beyond is the land you will rule one day.”

While Jabari children usually start training at the age of five, M’Baku’s shy boy doesn’t want to join the other kids ( he would rather stay with his daddy and watch him train).

M’Baku obliges because he can never refuse his son or force him to do something he doesn’t want to do.

Many members of the Jabari criticize M’Baku for not forcing his son into combat training, some even claim he is a bad father and that his son is weak.

M’Baku disregards most comments, but doesn’t hesitate to pop someone when they start really talking sideways.

“You may think whatever you wish, but if anyone dares say something about the way I raise my son or ever dares insult him again, I will not hesitate to show you the might of your leader!”

M’Baku’s boy finally accepts to start training at the age of eight and is terribly good at it for having watched his father train for three years; however he has no care for it.

The boy is more interested in scientific discoveries and looks forward to spending weekends with his Auntie Shuri.

“There is no way compound A and C can be genetically modified to produce the fraction of volume necessary to develop a molecule identical to such an element! It simply is impos- actually now that I think about it... Call your dad and tell him Auntie Shuri’s going to need you for a few more days.”

M’Baku builds a lab similar to Shuri’s for his scientifically inclined son.

The boy spoiled rotten by Grandma Ramonda who never ceases to overfeed her ever so growing grandson.

Both look forward to their yearly trip to Italy where they honour the memory of M’Baku’s late wife/the boy’s mother.

“She would have been so proud of you,” M’Baku choked out as he gazed down at his boy (who was not too far away from become a man).

“She would have been proud of you too, father,” N’Kamili replied as he continued to stare at the sun setting on the Italian scenery.

There were no tears of sadness for her that day, just joy and longing. The sun shone a little longer for them for it was also filled with her joy and longing.

I should have written a whole damn Epilogue while I was at it smh. I hope you enjoyed it!

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Untitled tag list: @carriefish-er @naturallyqueenie @myrikal324 @cool-pen-name @elaindeereads @muse-of-mbaku @6lackraconteur @pupyluv24 @mainstreambitchlife @purple-apricots @idilly @its-tchalla @ceeceenatural @drsunshine97 @k-michaelis @chocolate-flavouredcondom @teehjayy @sunigyrl @vececev @destinio1 @soulmates8 @thelovelyliterary @greennightspider @mslaufeyson

#m'baku headcanon #single dad!mbaku #untitled series #dad!mbaku #m'baku fan fiction #mbaku x reader #single dad headcanon #single dad!m’baku #dad!m’baku #search under the tag untitled series

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puckngrind · 4 years

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What’s In A Name:8 - J. Toews

Chapter 8

Where we left off: Bekah accompanied Jon to the NHL100 Gala and he suggested they could live in Chicago together.

Warnings: smut, language

Word Count: 3,396

Series Masterlist ) Puck ‘n Grind’s masterlist

Untitled.

His season ended in round 1 and anyone could see the disappointment all over Jon’s face for the first few weeks after being knocked out in four games. Bekah came to game 1 and wore the jacket he bought her with his name and number on the back. The conversation from LA still hung over their heads but was not discussed by either with the end of the season. Work was crazy for her and summer flew without seeing Jon much. She did take a Friday off in August to take the long weekend go see him at home in Canada. She could see why he spoke about home the way he did. It was peaceful even with the sounds of slap shots waking her up one morning. She toed out to the kitchen to see coffee already made and prepared to her liking of a splash of honey and cream. She hummed while taking the first sip realizing it was exactly how she made it. The large window in the back eliminated source of the sounds echoing through the house. Jon was working out on his mini rink in the backyard. She opened the door with nothing on but one of his old, warn UND shirts on.

“You are crazy Tae!” Bekah emerged with coffee in hand leaning on the railing of his deck. Jon laughs and starts to make his way to her.

“Determined is usually the adjective used Beks.” His sweaty lips dip down and brush against hers. “Determined. Also, good morning.”

He was very determined to get her to Chicago. He knew she loved the city but the conversation in LA was looming over every discussion of a weekend with him. It took a ton of effort for Brynn convincing Bekah to go for the Blue Jackets and Blackhawks game in October. She helped Bekah wiggle some of work accounts during a few lunches and wouldn’t stop talking about it until they booked their flight. Bekah was working so hard that she resisted at first but Jon was thankful for Brynn’s persistence got her to his city.

Brynn rolled her eyes when Bekah walks in from the parking garage in her playoff jacket within Toews airbrushed across the back and a I heart Chicago T-shirt under. “I’m happy for you friend but you are an Ohioan damnit!” Brynn laughs and links arms with Behkah so they can head to the arena.

Jon scored and had an assistant handing the Blue Jackets a lose. Brynn laughs as the two friends embrace near the locker rooms and head their separate ways. “Have fun you two.” She waves more at Jon than Bekah.

“Nice game Tae.” Bekah looks up at Jon as he takes her under his arm.

“I felt your energy, Baby.” He kisses her lips. “Let’s head home.” The words lingered but weren’t touched by either one.

Bekah loved the way Jon smelled post game. It was intoxicating especially as he pressed into her making her legs push hard into his ass while she moaned out his name loudly.

“Come on Beks.” Jon encourages feeling Bekah’s orgasm coming. His not far behind. Bekah’s back arches up and he works faster. Reveling in the way their bodies moved in sync.

“Jon, I...” She moans out while her toes curl tightly into his legs.

“Merde Beks! Je t'aime.” Jon grunts out as he climaxes and collapses into Bekah’s trembling body.

“Uh, what did you just say?” Bekah tries to catch her breath. “Tae?” Jon whinces realizing the gravity of his words. “Jon.” Bekah tries to move him but he just lays with his head in her neck attempting to catch his own breath. “Jonathan! What the hell did you just say?”

“It was French Beks.” He finally moves so she can see his face.

“You orgasmed in French? You’ve never... have you ever... wait. What did you say?” Bekah questioned.

Jon’s mind and heart are racing. Of course he loved her. But saying it in French while cuming wasn’t exactly the way he wanted to tell her for the first time especially when they hadn’t established anything beyond exclusivity. “Babe, I don’t know.” He rubs the back of his neck.

“I swear I heard t’aime. Isn’t that love?” Bekah feels the heat coming to her cheeks. Her hand swiping at sweat on Jon’s hairline.

“Beks. Maybe. I don’t tend to remember what we say in the moment. Plus my brain is hardwired for both languages. Remember, I learned French first.” Jon searches her eyes and sees a smile appear.

“Well that was new. I didn’t hate it but it was new.” She kissed his lip tenderly. “Does it mean something when you brain switches like that?”

“I don’t think so mainly comfort I guess but we’ve been pretty comfortable for awhile. Seriously Beks. I don’t think I’ve ever done it before, ever.”

“Interesting.” Bekah struggled her shoulder out of not understanding before kissing his lips and Jon was thankful for the dropped conversion.

Work picked up for Bekah again. Her firm was given the task of the Cannonball for the CBJ foundation. As the marketing department she was stressed. She took a few days at Christmas and spent them in Chicago. His family didn’t join this year because of the schedule but he was thankful to see her in the mist of maybe her biggest project yet. All-Star break came and went. Jon didn’t make the All-star team so he came to Columbus and spent time with her but mainly in bed then she was off to work. Brynn didn’t mind when he suggested lunch out and invited her knowing they had a standing lunch date.

The week of Cannonball Brynn walks in with flowers. “These were delivered for you.” Bekah could hardly see her tiny best friend over the ginormous bouquet. Bekah’s eyes bug out of her head when her eyes adjust to them. She has only received flowers once at her office and it was when her grandfather died and they were from Brynn and Derek not her boyfriend. Jon sent her flowers for her birthday but to her apartment and not to work.

“Holy shit Rin!” Bekah gets up to grab the flowers and places them on the ledge behind her desk.

“There is a card.” Brynn points towards the center of the roses. “I didn’t read it. Still sealed.” Brynn’s face lights up as Bekah fishes out the note and opens it.

To the purrdiest lady at the ball,

You have worked so hard and I’m so proud of you.

Always, Tae

Bekah’s heart skips a beat and her face has a smitten smile across it.

“Does he always end his notes that way?” Rin questions.

“What? Huh?” Bekah rereads the card and looks at her best friend puzzled.

“Always, Tae. Does he always sign things like that?” Bekah just nods gliding her fingers over the text. “Very similar to that tattoo you have isn’t it.” Brynn flicks her finger to Bekah’s left side where the Always yours tattoo was.

“He’s done it before seeing the tattoo.” Bekah’s brain remembering the note she kept in her wallet from when he gave her his jersey. Butterflies erupt in her stomach thinking about the similarities.

“Yeah, just adding to the list of your no name thing there Bekah.” Brynn breaks the silence caused by Bekah’s realization. “Those flowers are stunning! I’m gonna let you call that handsome man.” Brynn waves from the door and Bekah turns to inhale the arrangement of red and white roses.

She picks up her phone and calls Jon.

“You didn’t have to but they are beautiful. Thanks Babe.” Bekah hardly let’s him say hello.

“Oh, well deserved. You worked your ass off for this western rodeo campaign and I just wish I could be there to push you across that dance floor, Beks.” There was a silence that they both let happen.

“I miss you.” Bekah finally whispers.

“I miss you too Beks but I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later.”

Cannonball got Bekah all nervous. She ended up wearing the same dress that she did for the NHL 100 gala with some major convincing from Brynn. “You worked hard, that dress is amazing why not wear it and we can enjoy ourselves.” It definitely didn’t go with the theme and Bekah considered if it was too much for an event she was technically at for work. The fundraiser was perfect. Being country themed the players showed up in hats and bolo ties. About half way through Bekah felt the weight of the project lift off her shoulders as she started to mingle among some of women from the Chicago trip and the team. Her comfort level in the hockey world had dramatically changed and even Seth Jones noticed it when they were talking. He had run into her and Jon at the All-Star game in 2017 that became the focal point of the conversation. Bekah crawled into bed way later than she expected and didn’t wake up until her phone was ringing before her alarm.

“Hey Tae!” Bekah knew it was only Jon calling that early.

“Why the fuck do I see Josh fucking Anderson’s arm around you on Twitter?” Jon chokes out through his teeth.

“Huh?” Bekah sat up and rubbed her eyes.

“I was looking through the tag from your event and scrolled to see a picture of that cocky new call up Jacket with his fucking arm around you. Bekah... I... I....”

“You need to breathe Jon. No one had their arm around me especially Josh.” Bekah grabs her tablet from the nightstand to find this picture. The mention of Josh’s name made Jon almost growl.

“Well it sure as hell looks like he’s all cozy with you.” Bekah can tell Jon is pacing the floor. She hears the hard thud of his feet even over the phone.

“Jon! We. You and me, we are exclusive. I’m not seeing or talking or flirting with any other man.” Bekah scrolls as Jon breathes heavily into the phone. She finally sees it. From the angle of the photograph it does looks like Josh’s arm is on the small of her back and not whatever he was propping himself on. A small smirk on Josh’s face as she is talking to Seth. “Jon, Honey, I’m looking at the picture right now and I was just talking to the boys. Seth was asking about what part of the All-Star game I enjoyed since he saw us in LA. The conversation was about YOU,Tae.” Bekah waits and hears Jon swearing in both French and English. “Jonathan Bryan Toews calm the fuck down. You have a game tonight and you cannot be all like this.”

“Like fucking what Bekah? Pissed that my woman is looking like she’s talking to another man and one that is in my profession and one that I have to play soon. Pissed that we won’t call this what it fucking is because we live in different states or are scared or whatever it might be? My head hasn’t been in the right space and it’s hard to lead a damn team when I’m this way.” Jon stops pacing and can hardly hear over booming from his pulse in his ears.

“I... I don’t know what to say Jon.” Bekah feels the prick at the corner of her eyes.

“Well maybe you need to figure that out. I need to get to the rink and settle down. I’ll talk to you later Beks.” Jon hisses and hangs up. Bekah pulled her pillow over her head and starts to cry. She wasn’t even sure why she was crying but she just did it. Jon’s word echoing in her thoughts as she did.

The two texted a few times in the next few weeks and even Brynn could feel there was something off. “Bekah, he’s coming in town tomorrow night after their home game. You need to talk to him.”

“Rin, please don’t.” Bekah looks up from the salad she’s just pushing around with her fork.

“Call what you two have whatever you want but it’s something and in the last few weeks you’ve been a puddle of a human instead of the annoyingly hot for Toews bestie I’ve come accustomed to. You two make each other better you know?” Brynn stares into her best friend’s eyes seeing all the confusion that was stirring.

“But Rin.” Bekah whispers.

“Just go talk to him.” Byrnn spells out and Bekah knew she was right.

She texted Jon asking to meet in the lobby. He said he had a late team meeting but could slip out for a moment. Bekah’s heart beat faster and her cheeks flooded red when she sees him walking towards her.

“Hey Beks.” Jon leaned down and kissed her forehead.

“I’ve missed you.” Bekah blurts out.

“I’ve missed you too.” Jon stands close but not too close. “What’s up?”

“We haven’t seen or talked to each other in awhile.”

“Yeah, we’ve been busy.” Jon rubs the back of his neck looking down at her and she sees his pocket buzz.

“I... I... fuck... why is this hard?” Bekah whispers almost to herself as Jon’s pocket buzzes again.

“Beks, I don’t know but I really have to go. Tomorrow night, after the game I’ll meet you down in the tunnels like always okay?” He dips down and kisses her cheek before jogging off.

Bekah shook off the odd exchange and the next day wore her Toews jersey as she had been doing the last few seasons. Brynn’s eyes were bright when she got into Bekah’s car and saw the familiar jersey but said nothing. The ladies were closer than normal for this game and when Jon skated by during warmups she saw a slight smile across his face.

The game was not great and Bekah could swear she saw Jon push Josh after the whistle and words were exchanged but when Brynn said she didn’t see anything she wrote it off as paranoia. The Blue Jackets won and when Anderson scored in the third Bekah felt Jon’s eyes on her while the entire arena erupted in cheers. After the game, as always, Bekah waited for Jon between the home and visitor’s locker rooms. Bekah getting chirped by a few of the player who saw her in the Toews jersey and recognized her from Cannonball. Bekah sees Jon and starts toward him. His expression soft as he makes his way to her.

“Bek-caw!” A booming voice behind her calls out. She turns to see Josh with his hands to his mouth. Seth, and Boone behind him in the tunnel. The boys all wave and she waves back then turns to see Jon standing in front of her. A grimace now flooding his face.

“Ready?” Jon pulls his arm tight around Bekah and she felt his whole body was tense.

“Yes, Tae. Let’s get outta here.” Bekah squeezed Jon and the two made their way to his hotel room. Once inside Jon drops on the bed kicking off his shoes but fully clothed in his suit. “I’m sorry Tae.” Bekah curls up into him and she can feel the tension radiating out of him. Jon finally groans and moves their bodies. Stripping Bekah’s clothes off first then his own in almost silence. Just the sounds of movement and kisses filled the air. He slinks down her body and presses his tongue into her core.

“Fuck Jon!” Bekah jumps and he presses his hand down at her hips to keep her body in place. He’s relentless and doesn’t let up after an orgasm rips through her body. His fingers curling into her as he sucks and flicks at her clit. Bekah yells out his name as the second orgasm crashes over her with even more of an intensity than the first. Jon only let’s up for a moment while he adjusts her legs and slams his throbbing cock into her. The room now filled with curses and moans. Jon biting at Bekah’s shoulder while she claws at his back. He thrusts hard into her then stops. Her eyes that are screwed shut fly open and the intensity of Jon’s eyes was a lot to take. Pupils blown, the look of want and a hint of something she couldn’t put her finger on before he rolled his hips out and slammed back into her. Bekah’s hands fly up to brace herself with the headboard. Jon’s hands move so he’s on his elbows with his lips ghosting her lips. “Mine.” He whispers then presses his lips on hers. Bekah feels Jon twitch deep inside of her which causes her body to climax again. Jon rolls off of Bekah. His hard expression softens and he kisses her then heads to the bathroom. She expects him to return but when the shower turns on she pads over to the bathroom.

“Tae?” Bekah looks into the shower and Jon’s forehead is pressed against the tile and the water is running down his back. He doesn’t move or answer. “Baby?” Bekah enters the shower and wedges herself between the shower wall and his body. Jon’s eyes closed and her hand comes to cup his cheek. “Jon?” Bekah runs her thumb across his cheek.

“I’m sorry Beks.” He opens his eyes and looks at her.

“Sorry for what?” She keeps her hand in place and blinks the spray from her eyes.

“For everything Beks. For everything but I’ll start with my behavior in bed just now.”

“Jon.” Bekah goes to kiss his lips and he moves.

“Let me finish. I got jealous. I got pissed off. I didn’t talk to you. I have let you and my team down. I just...” Jon takes a deep breath.

“Jon, let’s get out of the shower and talk okay?” Jon nods his head and let’s Bekah lead him out. She dries them both off and snuggles into his chest in bed.

“I’m sorry.” He says again and runs his hand down and up her arm then pulls her body flush with his.

“You keep saying that.”

“I mean it.”

“And the jealousy thing?” Bekah looks up at him.

“I couldn’t see beyond a poor camera angle and got angry that these local guys could see you almost daily. That they could easily have you if they wanted to.”

“But they don’t and they won’t.” She reassures him. “And the whole mine thing?” Bekah whispered out and rubs her shoulder.

“Fuck Beks did I hurt you?” Jon kisses the spot that already looks like it’s bruising.

“It was in the heat of the moment and I’ll be fine. But Mine Jon? The possessive sex thing isn’t exactly you.”

“I know. I just... fuck.... fuck... fuck.”

“You fuck?” Bekah laughs. Jon sits up on his elbow and looks down at Bekah.

“Bekah. I love you and I know we said we aren’t naming this but I love you and I’m a fucking idiot for not telling you this years ago.” Jon leans down and kisses her lips.

“Jon...” Bekah breathes out.

“And not just love. I don’t want to live without you honestly. When we leave each time it gets harder. When that hint of cinnamon smell from your pillow is gone I find myself in the kitchen trying to replicate it but it’s your smell. You. I want you. I want you to come to Chicago, run my new foundation, build a life with me, together. Je t’aime Rebekah. I said it once before and didn’t realize then that I meant it but I do.” He drops back down so their faces are inches apart.

“Jon.” Bekah places her head on his chest. He combs his fingers through her wet hair.

“You don’t have to say anything Beks. I don’t want you to say it back unless you mean it. I’m okay with being just this. Okay? Just know that’s what I want is more and if you don’t then we keep doing what we are doing but if you consider even a little bit of what I just said that we can start slow and not all at once. I’m in this for the long haul Beks.” He hand glides under her chin and slowly moves it to look her in the eyes and kisses her lips again.

“Okay.” Bekah quietly says.

“Okay? Okay to what Beks?”

“Okay....”

#what’s in a name fic #WIAN #jonathan toews fic #jonathan toews #tazer me 19 #love a damn blackhawk 🤦🏻‍♀️#happens in the 2017 2018 season #j toews fic #j toews

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chaneajoyyy · 4 years

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Hey girl! How are you. Would you please be able to provide a list of M’Baku fics? Or maybe link to one you’ve already done? Thank you so much!

M’BAKU FICS (UPDATED)

- all fics and headcanons- @plussizeappreciationfics (search m’baku x reader)

- just for tonight series, crown royal on ice, two left feet- @ghostfacekill-monger

- warm colors series- @mermaidchansons (search m’baku x reader)

- just the way you are series (included), making changes, they don’t know (you’re one in a million) series- @iliketowrite1996

- crop series, boxer!baku series, long live the chief series, bluff, in full bloom series, into the grey series, snow day, blood in the snow series, cities on the horizon series (continuation of blood in the snow), all things better with time series, peaches in a plastic cup series, echos and wind series, the arriva series, the smoke series, it just reminded me of you that’s all, defending her honor, i need your shirt for reasons, i love you you know?, math was never my strongsuit, love in the time of neo-soul, come away with me, at the end of the day, heart eyes under pictures, ember, sweet georgia brown, under a starlit sky, reflection, jabari engagement, ships in the night, pickles and peanut butter, just like honey, fear of falling, what i wanted for christmas, careless whisper, rope, snow day, countdown, thigh ride, house hunters: jabari edition, drunk m/baku, halloween, jicho and the glasses, the three hundred, poem series- @muse-of-mbaku

-healing gardens series, it’s complicated series, extra credit series, just business series, coming home series (with what’s for dessert?), warrior spirit, diplomatic affairs, fading away, gemini rising: birthday edition, @jellybean531

- untitled series, close to heaven (starbound) series, love is a losing game, loving you is poison, this house we live in series (with yours and yours alone), it’s cold- @katasstrophey

- baby stay, beautiful form series, are you cold?- @avenging-fics

- some weeks are better than others series, play though? series, moronic jealousy, risky dreams, world’s best baba, santa cant bring me what i need (included), wakanda got yall (included), fictober 24 series (you know this, you this to be true), people like you have no imagination, but i will never forget, try harder next time, i know how you love to play games, you know this you know this to be true-, i’ve waited so long for this- @eerythingisshaka

- fever series, work for me series, m’baku smitten by your presence- @mbakusthrone

- shopping series- @mbakusprincess

- where i belong series- @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan

- all fics- @supersizemeplz

- black panther trinity parent drabbles (included), her first steps, m’baku’s reaction to sick!reader being clingy, m’baku headcanons, hc: m’baku falling for a girl who is almost too busy with books to really notice his flirting attempts, tiny warrior, how do you think m’baku would feel towards his s/o visiting other countries, to provide, m’baku wants another child, how m’bkau and his s/o would roast each other, hc: giving birth to multiple sets of boys (is twins, triplets, quadruplets) for m’baku, m’baku’s reaction to being called thick daddy in front of him, hc: having a baby girl with m’baku, shea butter, m’baku x tall chubby reader, hc: what it’s like to be married to m’baku- @black-mcu-imagines (scroll for m’baku x reader)

- bali, indonesia; not gon cry series, yearning for m’baku, metting m’baku, bruised and breathless, baby it’s yours, teasing m’baku- @babygirlofwakanda / @brwnsugababe

-big chop, still in love- @theficplug (still in love) - (scroll down for m’baku)/ @maleficentcheekbones

- her mountain of bliss series- @aloevverified

- brown skin, oh angel, forever mine, best baba ever, the heat of trinidad series- @artisticestheticreads

- blood demon-@hearteyes-for-killmonger

- give it to me, mr. stamina, tradition series, truth or dare series, the garden, princess, 2 hours, would you rather?, i’m right here- @sonofnjobu

- all imagines- @mcusocialimagines

- he spills (included)- @captainsaveasmut

- all moodboards- @babybluepeaches

- no, you can’t take a break; scraped m’baku headcanon, m’baku titty worship headcanon, the prince series, wakandan boys foot fetish (included), is this love? series (included), v.i.p., you owe her an apology- @madamslayyy

-crawl into your sleep series (m’baku x muse), angel in disguise series (included), umdlalo series- @terrablaze514

- all fics, drabbles and hc’s- @laketaj24

- ikiumkani wam, river goddess, young god, ngelosi, sugar & spice series, chokola- @pocmarvelworks

- prove it series (included-stupid cupid)- @wawakanda-btch

- best mistake, hennessey series, m’baku’s wife: countdown, m’baku’s wife: flowers in the hallway, m’baku’s father daughter dance-hc, m’baku’s wife’s big chop, m’baku: best mistake, m’baku’s wife: gold- @imagine-mbaku

- m’baku nsfw headcanons, make you feel my love, daddy m’baku & your daughter vs you, m’baku gets to know you- @loganzhowletts (search m’baku x reader)

-to be lost- @marvellovegalore

- turtleneck, a punishing tease series- @hidden-treasures21

-all fics, blurbs, headcanons @brownsugarcocoabutterwildflowers (scrooll for m’baku x reader)

- first time, birthday request, thank you next, truth or dare (included), karaoke night series, party time, issa fake plant, i missed you- @iwannalearnhowtoship

- pancakes, heart of ice, visiting hours (included), pancakes- @bakarilennox

-chanllenge day: the aftermath- @taterjoseph (scroll for blackpantherimagine)

- missed you, lucky i love you, clumsy series, when you listen- @i-jus-wanna-writehappy

- gaining favor- @littlemessyjessi

- made in sunshine series, t’challa brings m’baku on a diplomatic whatever, caramels- @lesqui

-snowfall series, the chosen one series, a new way, the beginning, say yes series, a seat on the throne- @devnicolee

- welcome to the jabari series, the chose bride series, polygamy series- @snowbaku

- hair day- @sisterwifeudaku

- bookworm imagines (included), you are beautiful series (included), hair folicles series (included), beads of temptation series (included), for the good of the jabari people series, without your approval series, the weight of series, wakandan boys as a kpop group (included), wakandan supernatural aus/imagines (inlcuded), wakanda as warewolves imagines (included), your best nightmare series (inlcuded), moodboards (wakanda as 80′s movie the lost boys, wakanda as 90′s movie the crow (included), willing heart- @youreallyshouldtalkmore (check masterlist)

- imagine being nakia’s sister and catching m’baku’s interest series- @thekrazykeke

- 4 series- @tgigoldie

- cabin in the snow series, fated instinct series, price, whipped cream a la m’baku- @greennightspider

-ife wa gbona- @blackmarvelfics

- the princess and i series- @thirst4fictionalmen

- jabari illness- @thatonefanficalien

- newcomer in te tribe, please stop making me fall in love with you!- @thepaperpanda

- all m’baku fics- @wakandanblogger (scroll for black panther x reader, m’baku x reader, black panther series, black pantherm’baku, black panther one shot, masterlist)

- our love in color series and its one shot no interruptions, what would you have me do? series, another heir, forget his name, full body, satisfied, a well deserved rest, have it your way series- @wakandan-flowerz

- having children with m’baku, m’baku in a relationship- @haechvn (search black panther x reader)

- hot springs series (with stay and family)- @brvcebanter (on masterlist and search m’baku x reader for family)

- formalities, m’baku as your husband headcanons- @gaytonystark

- m’baku drabble/imagine #1- @lady-olive-oil (under winston duke baelist)

- imagine: m’baku, your new boyfriend, promising t’challa, you best friend, that he’l treat you right; imagine: m’baku trying to be casual about inviting you to stay with his people for a while, imagine: being an ambassador between the royals and the jabari tribe and everyone knows you and m’baku have a thing for each other, with bets on how long it will take for one of you to say something; dating m’baku would include- @obscure-imagines (search m’baku imagine or scroll for obscure-imagines and hit m’baku imagine for more mbaku imagines)

- dating m’baku headcanons- @starryeyedmillennial (hit the first m’baku tag in search bar)

- being an outsider and falling for m’baku would include- @black-panther-imagines (scroll for m’baku)

- persuasion- @angelofmusic36

- the line- @im5ftbutmythroat66

- untitled m’baku drabble- @itsjustyazz (scroll for black panther fanfiction)

- hennessey homies (included), soft series- @hoopshoney (scroll for black panther fanfiction)

- still beautiful- @blackreaderstation (scroll for my writing)

- again- @persephones24

- golden series- @the-stories-in-my-head-95

- pretty brown eyes, american!reader meeting m’baku would be like… series (with american!reader meeting m’baku would be like… part2 and date night)- @icycheri (click on mbaku x reader)

- moodboard imagines: m’baku marries a western woman, m’baku’s wife is from the river tribe; m’baku and your daughter, the princess- @wakandascrystal

- m’baku teasing you on how shy and clumsy you actually are inlcude, m’baku and t’challa fighting over you would include, having a child with m’baku would include, losing your virginity to m’baku would include, m’baku finding out about your size king would inlcude- @underratedcharactersimagines (search mbaku)

- the argument- @pantherxrogers

- to tame the wild, black panther greek life (included) @sweettea-and-honeybutter (scroll for masterlist)

-never enough)- @hogwarts–imagines

- beneath your beautiful- @ashanti-notthesinger

- sweet thang series-, the best part, bow to me- @wakandamama

- even as a shadow (even as a dream)- @sugardaddytonystark

- thick reader losing her virgininty to m’baku, a beautiful family- @wonderthor

- just my imagination- @kittenwritesstuff (search mbaku x reader)

- m’baku fluff alphabet- @ourhappylies

- the gorilla and his children- @non-stop-imagines

-show me who you are series- @fanficsj (scroll for m’baku x reader)

- those left behind- @thepokyone

- the dark, the night, the dawn’s light, the deep fall,and the cold- @master-sass-blast

- m’baku x reader, i like the original- @master-of-junk

- punishment series- @ljb-novels

- will you stay- @justsomewritingsandshit

- my ocean and your mountains series- @mo-anz

- proud- @akamaiden

- protector of her heart series- @fictioninmyblood

- laughter series (with: joy)- @imagines-plus

- a cause for celebration- @melonshino-writes

- and i you, my love; hands, his girl, untitled, you are mine- @marvelmaree

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rosethornewrites · 3 years

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heads up 7 up

post the last seven sentences of your latest project (meta, fic, any other writing)

Tagged by @merinnan

For “Love Language” (Miraculous Ladybug)

She caught Kagami’s smile, and offered one of her own, then took a deep breath, counted to ten, and let it out.

She was ready.

There were not an obscene number of people, simply the members of the Tsurugi family currently in Paris and, to her delight, Maître Wanizame, who she took extra care in greeting for their first meeting, being certain to thank him for his work on behalf of herself and Kagami.

He was younger than she had expected with a severe face, and he wore a black kimono with large, vibrant embroidered koi. She was pleased when his lips twitched upward to acknowledge her thanks.

Most of the others were of his age, young adults perhaps a bit older than Maman and Papa, men and women wearing lovely kimono. Many of the patterns were auspicious symbols for good fortune in the new year.

For the currently untitled part 4 of “try to praise the mutilated world” series (The Untamed)

So he stood at the dock, his feet itching with the urge to stomp, Sandu clenched in a fist at his side, willing zidian to be still despite his fury.

The boat pulled up and a disciple got off first, one of the Lan brats Jin Ling was friends with—the one that got seasick, judging from the green tint to his face. But the youth turned back to the boat to help someone out.

Wei Wuxian looked awful—pale, dark circles under his eyes, too thin. It brought Jiang Cheng back to meeting him in Yiling with a-jie before her marriage, seeing how thin he was and wanting to do something about it, but what? And then the next time had been at Nightless City, and he’d hung from Hanguang-Jun’s grip like a limp doll, his face like a ghost, smiling at him with bloody teeth, as though trusting him to end it, and he couldn’t, but he’d wound up doing it anyway and Wei Wuxian didn’t even blame him, just expected to be turned away and it was his fault.

It was almost a relief that they were paying attention to his brother as he stumbled on the pier, giving him time to breathe, to collect the tatters of his calm.

From a Slayers/HP fusion fic I’m slowly rewriting

“We’re all kind of… well known because of who we’re related to,” Amelia murmured. “Sticking together makes sense, since we know better than to judge each other based on that.”

It occurred to Zel then that maybe they were a little lonely, too, living in the shadows of their relatives. For different reasons, maybe. Though with Lina it seemed like she might fear her sister, a little like he feared Rezo. Hopefully he was better at hiding it than she was.

By the time lunch rolled around, they’d started playing games Amelia had brought with her, some Zel had never heard of. Lina declared his lunch ‘pitiful,’ which wasn’t a lie, and when the food cart rolled around Amelia insisted on buying a little of everything for all of them. His sandwich, made on stale bread of what little had been left in the lab that needed to be eaten before they left, went uneaten.

From a possible second chapter of “Taisetsu” (Slayers)

Fascination at his ability to quickly create such a meal washed away Miwan’s worries. Had he those skills, he wouldn’t have been in nearly so desperate a situation. Perhaps in travelling with Zelgadis, he could learn what he needed to survive on his own, could become a better person, if not a better man.

“Zelgadis-san?” He hesitated, even as the chimera looked up. “I don’t have many survival skills. Would you be willing to teach me?”

From a currently untitled fic in the Zelgadis Catches No Breaks series (Slayers)

The well was only feet away, hemming him in.

Finally, the air filled with dozens of opponents, he quickly chanted the incantation and released the tornado of fire, expending even more energy to push the flames further than he’d managed before—maybe reaching four feet in radius.

He staggered as the flames dissipated; the effort had drained his reserves completely. Fatigue rushed through him, but Zel didn’t have the luxury of dealing with it. Instead he dodged as acid shot his way from beyond the damage zone, grazing the front of his shirt and dissolving it, a bit reaching his skin. He searched for a weapon, anything he could throw.

The bucket for the well was the first thing he saw, attached to a long rope.

Tagging: @chrissysky, @ao3bronte, @alexseanchai, @bichen-suibian

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kasienda · 4 years

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Fanfiction Year in Review 2019

@floraone tagged me, but I was going to do it anyway!

1. List of fics completed this year:

A Fight and Make Up (An Untitled UsaMamo Drabble) Superhero Survey (Miraculous Reveal) Last Wishes (Ladybug) Word Vomit (Sailor Moon Reveal) Kiss (Sailor Moon Reveal) The Sol of the System (Sailor Moon)

2. Number of words written:

In the year of 2019, I published 55,755 words in various stories. Not as many as last year, but under my circumstances I’m pretty proud of that number. (My 750words app says I’ve written 108k since May, but that’s not all fic writing. Though like 90% of it is. It’s also mostly not published though).

3. Your most popular fic this year:

Last Wishes – I have no idea where this story came from. I was in a weird mood and it was haunting me and I had to get it out! And like Nightmares (and no other fic I’ve ever written), it came so easily. Wrote the whole thing in about three sittings. And apparently, it resonated with a lot of people (made a lot of people cry). And I gotta say, this Ladybug fandom is wild in that you can get like 100 kudos in a day! I’m way too addicted to that feeling. But in the Sailor Moon Fandom, my most popular fic this year was A Craving for Chocolate Milkshakes, which makes sense because really that’s the only story I’ve been somewhat consistently updating this year. Besides Last Wishes, everything I’ve published this year have been one-offs. 4. Your personal favorite this year:

I don’t know!! Why do you make me pick from my children?!

I’m insanely proud of the most recent update of Craving for Chocolate Milkshakes and the Fight/Make Up Drabble (maybe I should give it a name).

Like, I’m so pleased with how these came out. But I also just reread Last Wishes searching for the review that touched me this year, and I’m kinda in awe. It’s just so amazing and powerful. And I’m crying! I’m not sure I believe that I wrote it.

5. Your favorite scene:

This is an excerpt from Chapter Two of An Open Secret (which isn’t published, BUT I wrote it earlier this week so that’s 2019 right?!), which was supposed to be a one off for the ML Secret Santa Fic Exchange, and it grew into a multi-chapter fic! I just love it when that happens! “I have to tell her how I feel,” Adrien thought out loud. “Do you think she likes me?”

“Aren’t you tired of letting Ladybug break your heart?” Plagg asked, floating lazily through the air.

“Not ladybug. Marinette!”

Plagg whipped around to hover behind Adrien’s shoulders. Sure enough, Adrien was pouring through Marinette’s Instagram feed, and not his Ladybug album.

“Marinette? Since when? I thought Marinette was ‘just a friend.’”

“I did too, Plagg! But she’s been so different this week! She’s not nervous, and I think I love her so much.”

“What about Ladybug?”

“I’ll always love Ladybug, but she’s made it clear that she’s interested in someone else.”

Plagg was proud of himself for not laughing.

“Do you think she likes me?” Adrien asked.

Plagg rolled his eyes. “I can’t believe you have to ask.”

“She doesn’t, does she? I mean, why would she? Why was she always so nervous around me before? Did she hate me?”

“You don’t give me enough cheese for this,” the kwami grumbled.

6. A fic or scene that challenged you:

The Sol of the System was so hard! I was writing for someone else who seemed to really like Silver Millennium, and I love the Silver Millennium as past life baggage that informs current fears and behaviors, but as its own thing? I never really felt connected to it! And then, I tried to give it a sci-fi twist, which is also not my genre! And even once I had a concept that I thought I could do something with, I had no time to work on it!! Somehow, it magically came together. @tinacentury has a lot to do with that. (She’ll say that she didn’t do much, but she’s so wrong!!) So, does my husband for kinda taking the kids for the last day and a half before the deadline so I could just write!

7. A line of writing you’re proud of:

In general, my use of parentheticals in the Fight Make Up UsaMamo Drabble makes me SO HAPPY! And I’m so sad that hardly anyone read this short!! One line doesn’t really capture the technique though, so here’s six and half paragraphs… (My husband is rolling his eyes so hard right now…)

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Mamoru watched her from his usual booth like he had everyday for the last week. He had no right, he knew it, but he couldn’t tear himself away. Usagi was light and he was a moth. She was morphine and he was a drug addict. It physically hurt to be in her presence when he couldn’t even speak to her, but it was somehow better than not seeing her at all.

He stared at the back of her golden head seated in a booth across the Fruit Parlor's dining room. They had progressed far enough into their break up that it was possible for them to inhabit the same room (well, a large restaurant in any case) without either of them bursting into tears or retreating completely.

But today, Usagi was stretching his tolerance. She had come in with a friend (a male friend). Though maybe friend was too strong a word as it was quickly apparent that the boy sitting across from his girlfriend (his ex-girlfriend) was an assigned partner for some school project.

But even if it had been a date with romantic intentions, Mamoru liked to think he could have handled it. He wasn't completely confident he could make that claim, but he wanted to be able to say it was true. Because, more than anything, he just wanted to see Usagi happy.

And if he had to stay away to keep her breathing, he couldn't be the one to do that. It would have been hard, but he would have forced himself to bare it, just as he had forced himself to break up with her (the best thing that had ever happened in his miserable life) so that she would be safe.

But that wasn't the situation. They were supposed to be working on the project, but the boy was too familiar with her. His head kept invading her work space, he slid closer to her so that their sides were touching, and he accidentally touched her too often to be coincidence.

And again, it would have been fine (who was he kidding; he would have been a jealous mess) if Usagi welcomed the boy's advances. 8. A comment that touched you:

I received this comment on my Last Wishes Fic. And spent two days and asked for lots of advice in how to respond. Then when I finally did, this person told me that this story helped them talk about how they were feeling about their loss with their family. Like guys, this isn’t why I started writing fic, but OMG it definitely keeps me going.

On a lighter note, I also kinda love it whenever one of my Sailor Moon followers comments on a Ladybug fic that I’ve written. Like to me, it’s the biggest compliment that they like my writing enough, that they’re willing to cross over to a different fandom for a bit. @beej88 even crossed fandoms and genres for me. And whenever I’m sad about not getting reviews from my giftee, @floraone pops in with an essay and I feel like it doesn’t matter if my giftee never responds at all. (She may have done this twice without knowing how good her timing was… and for the record ONE of my giftees totally responded with gushing praise, so… I just gotta be more patient!)

And I especially appreciate @tinacentury for all the behind the scenes comments and encouragement and then also taking the time to comment on stories after the fact as well!!

9. Something that inspired your writing this year:

So, first off, my friends here have been so encouraging.

The Miraculous Ladybug Community – I’ve delved into a new fandom (blame my sister!). And man, I really like the dynamic of being in an insanely active fandom where the source material isn’t finished yet. It’s like working in a living breathing thing, and that’s so cool. Also, I get so many comments/kudos even being a pretty unknown author there and I’m very addicted to this validation. (Though I made a rec list!! I was so excited!! Thank you @alexseanchai!!). It also makes me feel like a traitor to my Sailor Moon roots though…

750words.com – this is a little app that just made writing feel easy. It made writing a habit, and took off the pressure of getting it perfect! I feel like it’s taught me to write a lot faster and worry about perfecting it later. This little app is what gave me the structure to keep writing when my life has been insane!

10. Your proudest accomplishment (that one scene; finally finishing that one fic; posting your first fic; etc)

I participated in two fic exchanges this year! I’ve never done this before. And I kinda love the experience of writing for what you think someone else would like. It forced me to write in a different headspace and write to a deadline, which apparently, I’m very capable of doing. And it definitely pushed me into writing things that are different than I normally write.

Also, that I wrote and published anything at all inbetween taking care of a medically fragile four-year-old and an infant who was born in March and going back to work this past September. (Writing has only become more important to me. It’s how I recharge and deal with stress, so I’m clearly not going to stop).

11. Do you have any writing goals for the next year?

So many!! Probably too many! (Like always!) - I really want to finish Chocolate Milkshakes and An Open Secret in like the next 30 days! (I promise nothing!) - I really want to dive back into Coming of Age and Invisible Wounds. Like I’m SO excited about where these stories are going! - I want to polish up like four Miraculous Reveals that are each like 80% finished, so I can get some momentum going on this series. - I want to go to the library every week for two hours for writing to maybe have a chance of reaching some of these goals.

And I will tag @tinacentury, @overworkedunderwhelmed, @beej88, @mikauzoran, @cassraven, @laadychat, @bubbleblower as an invitation to participate if you want to! Not a requirement! :) You can totally do it if you’re not tagged too!

#fan fic year in review #i wrote a lot #my own content #reflection #proud of myself #2019 #life of a writer

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kokobussy · 5 years

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Untitled 2 - Baekhyun Smut

Ahh thanks for the request! I really appreciate it. I’m sorry this one took so long. I’m balancing school, an internship, a part-time job so I’ve been MIA for a bit, but it’s finally here!

Warning: Smut, Oppa kink, Spanking, Barebacking

Honestly, you can’t even remember what you said to make him this angry, this pouty. You think it was some stupid joke about Baekhyun’s height or how he lost the match to Minseok who doesn’t even play video games, or maybe it’s the fact that you refuse to call him “Oppa” despite his insistence over the few months you’ve been dating. Even though you’re only a few hours younger than Baekhyun, separated by time zones and pure chance, he still lords the fact that he’s technically older over you. If you asked him a question about something, anything, he’d coo and pinch your cheeks while talking about much older he is and therefore wiser. If you couldn’t manage to open a jar or reach something on a top shelf, Baekhyun would pat your head and assist you even though he’s only a few inches taller than you himself. If you’re out with friends at a bar and you get carded, Baekhyun calls you a baby and demands that you act “cute” for the rest of the night. Your boyfriend makes sure to rub the fact that you’re younger in your face every single chance he gets. Is it incredibly annoying? Definitely. Is it incredibly annoying but also endearing and sweet? No. No, it isn’t. So because Baekhyun does this, you refuse to call him Oppa or anything close to that. You call him “Baek” or “Babe”, blaming your foreignness on your refusal to use the word rather than the fact that you simply didn’t want to. Because he messed with you relentlessly, you messed with him, but maybe this time you took it too far or said a few jokes too many.

Regardless of what it is that initially made him upset, Baekhyun is uncharacteristically quiet now. You’re both playing Street Fighter with Minseok and Jongdae at the dorm. After running a series of errands and procrastinating on said errands before only completing one or two, you came to the dorm just as the sun fell. It’s well into the evening now, time spent with Baekhyun always went by so fast, and you’ve been refusing to teach Jongdae and Minseok the controls so they could stand a fighting chance. It might be cheating, it definitely is cheating, but watching Minseok fume with anger and Jongdae rant about the unfairness of it all is worth it. But now Baekhyun isn’t laughing at your jokes anymore or chiming in with Jongdae when he marvels about the graphics of this particular cutscene. He just sits there and stews in his anger without giving you a reason why. You nudge gently, looking at him in concern briefly, before shrugging it off. Baekhyun’s an adult and if he wants to tell you what’s wrong then he will eventually.

When the next match begins, you do your best to pull out every single combo in the book to absolutely annihilate Minseok this round. Just as you begin Blanka’s Shout of Earth, you can feel your boyfriend’s eyes on you. Normally this wouldn’t be an issue, but right in your peripheral, you can see that Baekhyun’s eyes are unmoving. After successfully landing a triple combo on Jongdae, you chance a look at your boyfriend and find a mischevious glint in his eye. Minseok and Jongdae proceed to tag team Baekhyun’s unmoving character like the assholes they are, but Baekhyun doesn’t care. He isn’t bothered in the slightest. There’s something about that mischief that makes you apprehensive, but also curious to find where it leads. At this point, a smile slowly begins to spread on his face as his idea festers and develops into something that you probably won’t be able to control.

“What?” you ask as your fingers rapidly create combos you didn’t even know existed to take the two boys down. Baekhyun has the decency to wait until you singlehandedly kill Jongdae and Minseok, their yells of anguish and complaints filling the living room, before grabbing your wrist and pulling you off the couch along with him.

He doesn’t give a response or explain anything to his bandmates. Baekhyun just guides you to his room and promptly closes the door once you’re inside. Your eyebrows furrow as you watch him sit on the edge of his bed before looking up at you. “C’mere,” he says, patting his lap with a smile. Instinctively you walk over to your boyfriend, skepticism and trepidation evident in your steps, and stand between his spread legs. You don’t realize that the Playstation controller is still in your hand until Baekhyun gently takes it and tosses it on the floor. His fingers find their way to the waistband of your shorts, slowly tugging until you get the hint. Oh. It doesn’t take much effort. Your shorts and underwear are pooled around your feet in no time, but for some reason, you’re still on edge. If Baekhyun just wanted a quickie he would’ve said so. Albeit you’ve only been dating for a short period of time, but when he’s horny he’s pretty predictable. Giggles of a certain pitch, lingering hands, and a long “Baby~” in your ear let you know that he’s needy and just how needy he is. But there wasn’t any of that today. So you stand here in front of him, t-shirt hanging off your shoulder, waiting for his next move.

It’s all a blur from there.

You have no idea how he did it. Baekhyun musters strength you didn’t know he had to manhandle you over his lap. In your morbid curiosity you sort of just let him adjust you, your legs laying on the bed while your arms support your upper half on the other side. Your ass, bare, now lies perfectly in front of Baekhyun to ogle and fondle.

Except that’s not what he wants to do.

He doesn’t want to just touch you, to worship your body like he usually does. There’s an intent behind this action that you can’t entirely place until it’s happening. The first slap entirely catches you off guard, a yelp bubbling out of your mouth before you can catch it. Baekhyun hums to himself, taking the time to squeeze the supple flesh in front of him, and says, ”I know we’re still getting used to each other, but if this is gonna work you’re going to have to be respectful-” Respectful? You laugh a little too loudly, a little too pointedly, just to let him know how ridiculous you think he’s being. “Baek, get off of m-”

A sharp pain bites at the back of your thighs at rapid speed. Just as you realize it’s there that the pain, so hot and quick, blossoms into a dull burning ache. “Let’s try this again,” you can hear the smile in his voice. “You’re going to count all the way up to ten. Hopefully, by then you’ll have learned your lesson. Be a good girl for me okay?”

Learn your lesson? You’re an adult, only a few hours younger than him, and yet here he is treating you like a child. You had no idea Baekhyun had this in him or that you could ever want something like this. While your annoyance steadily grows into anger and indignation, you make no attempt to tell your boyfriend that you don’t like this or that you want to stop. Because it isn’t true. You don’t want to stop. You do like this even though it’s completely humiliating. In spite of liking it though, you still have to give Baekhyun a run for his money. It’s in your nature to give him a hard time with just about anything, just like it’s in his, but when you get up to face him, to playfully push your boyfriend and call him a nerd, he surprises you. Baekhyun grips your hair firmly to keep you in place and unleashes a few harsh slaps in succession. The sound of flesh hitting flesh fills the room so loudly it’s almost deafening. You’re sure, absolutely positive now, that Jongdae and Minseok can hear the whole thing.

Baekhyun sighs as if the entire thing is a major inconvenience to him. He rubs your slowly reddening cheeks absentmindedly as he says, mockingly woeful, ”Those didn’t even count.”

You try to wiggle out of his hold, albeit weakly, but every attempt at escaping is cut off. Every time you speak out to disrupt whatever rules have suddenly been enforced, every time you try to move and make things difficult, every time you tell him to go fuck himself, Baekhyun smacks your ass harshly. Each correction is harder and more painful than the last, and you’re not ashamed to admit that each correction feels better than the last. You whimper, grunt, and groan under Baekhyun’s efforts to get you to completely submit until your mind begins to grow fuzzy. You can feel the forceful and pointed push of Baekhyun’s cock through his joggers and into your hip from your place in his lap. You can also feel the way he gently grinds against you, eager to find some friction in all of this.

“Just say it,” Baekhyun gasps as he thrusts particularly hard, ”We can’t do anything until you say it.”

From the force of his actions, you’ve shifted slightly away from Baekhyun’s lap so he pulls you back in. Just as Baekhyun grabs your thigh to maneuver you over, he feels a familiar wetness there. He runs a few fingers through your slit and takes the time to rub slow circles onto your swollen clit. You hate yourself for leaning into his touch; for giving in so easily, but you keep your mouth shut. Your resolve soon crumbles when Baekhyun’s circles become firmer. You moan into the sheets below you and grab at the sheets for support. Whether you intend to or not, your hips raise slightly to seek his fingers just as Baekhyun pulls away to admire his slick covered fingers. “Fuck, you’re soaking,” he mumbles, more to himself than you. He readjusts his grip on your hair as his other hand seeks where you need him most.

Baekhyun slips a finger in incredibly easily, turning his palm down instinctively to search for your G-spot. This finger is soon accompanied by another as he builds a painfully slow rhythm that seems to be more for his own excitement than yours. While his fingers stretch you, prepare you for what’s to come, they do nothing for your pleasure. Although it satisfies your need for something, anything, to fill you, it’s not enough. As if picking up on your desperation and the fact that you’re near your breaking point, Baekhyun asks, “Don’t you want to feel good, baby?” His fingers firmly stroke that special bundle in you as he asks, ”Don’t you want Oppa to make you feel good?”

As your stomach grows hot from the tension, the small bursts of pleasure you’re receiving, you can barely think logically anymore. All you can think about, all you can focus on is Baekhyun’s cock pressing against you and how much you need it. Whether that’s in your mouth or balls deep in your pussy doesn’t really matter at this point. All you want to is to feel good and if you have to deal with Baekhyun embarrassing you after all this is over then maybe, just maybe, it’s worth it.

“Oppa.”

Baekhyun stupidly perks up almost immediately and loosens the grip in your hair once he realizes he has you. He doesn’t push you to say it again nor does he stall any further. This is as much as he’s gonna get from you and he’s grateful for it. You can hear that smile in his voice again as he says, ”Good job, baby. We’re gonna start now okay?” All of this and you still haven’t started yet.

Despite your cooperation, the first smack isn’t softer than the last; in fact, it matches the same urgency and bite as the last one. “One, Oppa,” you whimper out into the sheets, almost hissing with an effort to stay still. Baekhyun’s hand meets your ass again with the same intensity; just as unforgiving as before. You blink back tears as wave after wave of pleasure and pain hit you in the best way. It goes on like this until everything goes fuzzy entirely until you don’t care about whether or not the boys hear you, until you’re crying into the sheets beneath you. While you’re not outright sobbing, your sniffles alarm your boyfriend to the point of him helping you sit up. Now, straddling his lap, Baekhyun can see your tears — now free — stream down your face. But he can also feel the heat of your soaking pussy through his joggers as you, almost unconsciously, grind against his cock gently.

Baekhyun pulls your hips closer, hips pistoning just as gently as yours, but still has half a mind to ensure that you’re alright. “You okay?” At a loss for words, you can only nod and hope that it’s enough assurance to convince your boyfriend that you’re indeed okay. You’re more than okay. You’ve never experienced pleasure like this in your life. Baekhyun takes in your tears, his face shifting from concern to barely muted pleasure, and bites his lip as his facade continues. He’s never seen you like this before, never seen you this desperate and wanting. Something about your tears of pleasure, the way your hips move in spite of those tears, make Baekhyun the hardest he’s ever been. “I know, I know,” he says as you straddle his lap and whimper at the proximity,

”Oppa’s gonna make it all better.”

Baekhyun shucks off his hoodie, joggers, and briefs in record time before pulling you back into his lap. You’re too far gone, too concerned with your own pleasure, to hold yourself back from sitting on his cock the instant you feel it leaking against your skin. The feeling of being instantly full is almost too much. Not it’s definitely too much. You cum on his cock the minute he’s fully sheathed, a series of spasms and gasps as you hold onto him. Baekhyun groans as he holds onto your hips, grabbing your reddened cheeks with renewed vigor as you adjust to his size.

Your hips begin moving in tandem, soon finding a rhythm that suits you both. Your boyfriend grunts with effort to avoid slipping out of you altogether. Baekhyun can’t bother to lay you down or change it in any way. He grows addicted to the feeling of your pussy, bare and wet, wrapped around his cock like a vice and absolutely refuses to move. The resulting squelches of your slick and his precum along with your moans in his ear are enough to make him cum altogether, but he holds on. As you feel the curve of his cock hitting your G-spot, all you can think about is how good it feels and how much you don’t want this to end. Some primitive part of you can only focus on the ending result, Baekhyun cumming inside of you and in a way marking you as his.

In the anticipation of that moment, you find yourself cumming again, wanton and insatiable as you piston your hips to seek another orgasm. But Baekhyun can only hold on for so long. He begins to lose rhythm from the sheer pleasure of it all. He can feel that hot coil in his lower tummy ready to spring and by the sound of it, you’ve had enough fun to hold you over. It’s his turn now.

“Oppa, please!”

Baekhyun doesn’t cum to the feeling of your sopping wet pussy gripping him like a vice. He doesn’t cum to your moans and whimpers, your mindless begging for Oppa. He cums to the feeling of your tears soaking his shirt as you cry and beg, absolutely stupid with bliss. He cums without any barrier or restriction, painting your walls white with his climax, and shudders as he holds you close. You can only whimper as you seemingly feel each rope of cum Baekhyun’s spent cock pumps out. It’s hot inside you, filling you in a way you’ve never felt before.

When it’s all said and done, your boyfriend lies back on his bed and pulls you with him. You lay right on top of his chest and close your eyes in exhaustion as you listen to his heart race. His softening cock slips out of you easily in this position and you briefly mourn the loss.

Baekhyun rubs your back softly as the two of you come down from your high. There aren’t any words. Nothing really needs to be said in this moment. Baekhyun expresses all he needs to through gentle caresses and soft kisses on your skin. You return the favor tiredly, kissing around his chest and leaning into his touches. But as you adjust to bury your face in the crook of Baekhyun’s neck, you feel something. You soon realize it’s Baekhyun’s cum making a reappearance, a few drops dripping out of your pussy and onto his tummy. Although it’s only a little bit, it’s enough to make you a little uncomfortable. The feeling is foreign and strange causing you to wiggle a bit in discomfort.

But suddenly Baekhyun pins you to his chest, holding you against him purposefully so you can’t move at all. Because of this all you can focus on is the feeling of his cum slowly but surely spilling out of you. Baekhyun watches your face carefully, making sure to etch the entire scene into his memory for a later time. Even though his eyes never leave yours, you feel used and open in the best way. “Is there any more?” You nod. There wasn’t much to begin with, but there’s definitely some left. Baekhyun smiles and says,

“Keep it in for Oppa okay?”

After doing so well today, you don’t want to disappoint him. You try your hardest to clench down, you really do, but you’re far too tired to kegel. Another drop, the very last, spills and a sense of impending doom fills you. Maybe you didn’t try as hard as you could’ve, but Baekhyun doesn’t need to know that. Baekhyun actually has the nerve to look disappointed as if he could feel the difference in volume of the small puddle on his tummy.

“Oh, baby,” he sighs, ”Do I have to teach you another lesson?”

#baekhyun #baekhyun smut #baekhyun exo #byun baekhyun #exo #exo smut #dom!baekhyun #dom exo #baekhyun fic #byun baekhyun fic #oppa kink #send me requestsss

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chasingfigments · 5 years

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Writer Ask Meme

I was tagged by @mathclasswarfare, @fallintosanity, and @carolyncaves. I think that's it?

Author’s Name: audreyskdramablog, because I am shit at names and pseudonyms.

Fandoms you write for: Right now? FFXV. Prior to that on tumblr, various Korean dramas, most notably Heirs. Before that? So many things.

Where you post: AO3 currently. Tumblr if I'm doing a game, though I'm tempted to do my next game via AO3. Also on my own site for the Dividing Lines continuity. (I still need to start moving that over to AO3...)

Most popular one-shot: By every AO3 metric available, it's Emergency Protocol Activated, though I'm not sure it counts as a one-shot since it's installment #2 in the Emergency Protocols series. If not that, then An Anxious Rhythm.

Most popular multi-chapter story: Emergency Protocol Lockdown, though I expect Emergency Protocol Fallout will surpass it the next time I post a chapter.

Favorite story you wrote: Oooh, good question. Hmmm. You know, for my kdrama stuff, I really enjoyed Before Heirs (Hyo-shin, pre-canon series) and Six Days (Healer, Jung-ho’s six missing days). For FFXV...honestly, it's probably either The Shape of Vanished Things or The Breaking Light.

Story you were nervous to post: Steel Under Skin. It's a fucked up premise and will probably result in a fucked up romance, and also I don't know exactly where I'm going to end up with it, so lots of general fear at its existence.

How do you choose your titles? They're either Exactly What It Says On The Tin or they're a reference to a line within the fic itself. Or, occasionally, a song lyric, but not that often.

Do you outline? Emergency Protocol Fallout is the first time I've properly outlined a fic (so far as I remember). Everything else gets an "outline" in my head or a bullet point list of things I need to remember to address at some point.

How many of your stories are… *complete? 8 FFXV fics, and one Heirs fic.

*in-progress? 3 FFXV fics (Steel Under Skin, Emergency Protocol Fallout, and my untitled and unposted Ignoct BigBang piece) and 1 Heirs fic (though I'm generous in saying Dividing Lines is in progress as opposed to abandoned, but I still feel guilty it's unfinished, so).

Coming soon: For me, Ignoct BigBang piece. For you guys, probably the next chapter of Steel Under Skin.

Do you accept prompts? Yep! But typically only when I open up for a game. It's been...a year, I think? since the last one. I do a lot of chatting about story ideas, though. And I enjoy searching for prompts.

Upcoming story you are most excited to write: Fallout and the Ignoct piece, though there are a number of story ideas I'd love to get started on and think about doing whenever my current projects are too hard...

Tag five authors to answer these questions as well: @gwynne-fics, @ninjaeyecandy, @marmolita, @crazyloststar, @faewritesthings (no pressure, folks)

#silly tumblr memes

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queerchoicesblog · 5 years

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WIP Tag

I was tagged by @kennaxval and @bbaba-yagaa : thank you both!! 😘

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

Okay guys so as some of you know I’m currently working on my thesis: it’s super stressful and it slows my fanfic writing. But here’s a couple of ideas I have in my folder:

- The Braidwood Manor Project: I’d love to write a 6 part series, where each THOBM chapter is seen from Eleanor’s eyes. Basically a “rewriting” of the series from her POV: a personal homage to a wonderful underrated book ❤︎

- Untitled ACOR Lena x MC fic: since I’m still upset by the potential ACOR writers are wasting, more’s coming xD I got inspired by the soldier disguise we could buy a few chapters ago and since I don’t have a weakness for women in armor *thinks of Kassandra, Xena, Wonder Woman and sighs* I pictured this: Caesar army arrives and put Rome under siege, and even the scholae is no longer a safe place. We know that MC is somehow skilled at fighting: what if she puts that armor on and fights Romans off to protect Lena? I would pay for that!

Since most of my WIPs at the moment is the request I got for the March Challenge (I’ll start working on those on February most likely though..), I’ll just add the ones I’ll add for the challenge:

- Untitled ACOR Victus x Delphinia fic: they are such a power and loving couple I can’t resist the urge to write a fic about them, maybe about when they were young and in love in Gaul long before ACOR *sighs deeply*

- VoS/TH:Monaco Crossover fic: I don’t know why but I feel that Flynn and Tillie would be a match made in heaven! Especially now that he’s a deputy with a criminal record...

-Untitled Mira x Jess fic: Jess becoming part of the family? Mira’s fiancee and Saru’s “second momma”? I would love to write a fic about this!

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desdinovas · 6 years

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untitled - part four

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pairing: ceo!tom x female reader

word count: 3K

warnings: slight language

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On Wednesday, just as you were about to slide out of the car Tom had sent for you and head up to his office, the door to the car opened. Max wasn't standing there as usual, though. This time, it was Tom himself, dressed perfectly in a dark grey suit and standing tall. "We're not staying at the office today," he told you and motioned for you to scoot over.

You handed him his coffee after he shut the door behind him. He took a long sip and closed his eyes as he savored the taste. You noticed that he looked a lot more tired than usual, like maybe he really needed that coffee to wake up. He must have missed a day of shaving because his nearly clean shaved face was starting to grow stubble. Most men couldn't pull that look off, but it made him look more sophisticated.

"So where exactly are we going?" You asked, readjusting your seat belt.

He took out his phone and responded to a few messages before he slid it back into his pocket and looked over to you. His gaze was more relaxed than usual, and you attributed that to him being tired, though you didn't dare ask. "Studio," he said lowly. "I have some mixing to do."

“Studio?”

“I’m working with a few music producers at the moment, and I have some experience in that area as to help doing some mixing myself.” He explained.

You grinned. "Exciting." You took out your laptop and opened it up to your document, typing some information that you needed to save for later.

"But let's get a few things straight," Tom said, his tone suddenly very serious. "You can write about the process, you can write about me, but under no circumstances are you to tell anyone who I am working with or what I am working on. Are we clear?"

"Crystal," you replied.

The car stopped and Tom got out. You could hear his footsteps circle around the car and then your door opened. He offered you a hand as you stepped your feet out. This was one of the first times he had ever touched you. His hand was warm from carrying his coffee, his fingertips rough and calloused, but not unpleasant. You thanked him and he replied with one slow nod before shutting the door behind yoy and leading the way to the building. Again, he held the door open for you.

Inside, Tom was greeted by everyone. The secretary at the front knew him immediately and called back to a room, letting whoever it was know he was ready. She then waved you back and he took off in long strides. He finally stopped at a room labeled 'C' and adjusted his clothes and watch once again before turning the knob.

"Tom! Nice of you to make it down here," a shorter man said as he got up out of one of the chairs and greeted him with a handshake. This man was balding slightly and wore thick rimmed glasses on the tip of his nose. "I appreciate the help with this. Gaga is making a drastic change and she trusts you implicitly. Umm- who is that?" he asked, pointing to you.

Tom shook his head. "Don't worry about her, Bud. She's just that colleague I was telling you about. You won't even know she's here." You took a seat on the couch and took your laptop out as if they weren't just talking about you like you weren’t there —because that's exactly how Tom wanted to act, like you weren’t here at all. "Now, let's get to work," Tom nodded and pulled another chair over to the extensive switchboard and computer setup.

You had never heard raw recordings of music before, so this was a new experience. Although it got a bit repetitive. He would play one clip of music over and over again, adjusting knobs and switches each time. His fingers danced across the switchboard effortlessly. As he listened each time, he dragged his fingers over his bottom lip slowly with furrowed brows. Every once in awhile, the man beside him would offer up some opinions, which he would take to heart and try before he would shoot them down. You could tell this wasn't about his ego or stature to him; it was about the music and what sounded the best.

What brought them out of their trance was a cell phone ringing. Tom immediately turned around to almost glare at you; you guessed he assumed it was your phone that was ringing. You shook your head and pointed to the man beside him, who had taken out his phone to look at the caller I.D. "Come on, Bud," Tom sighed and massaged his temples with the index and middle fingers on each hand. "You know this is a no phone zone."

"It's my daughter. I need to take this." He stood up and started to make his way out of the room, despite Tom’s disapproving look. When the door clicked behind him, Tom spun back around to look at the screens.

You were actually searching for some information about record mixing when Tom broke the silence. "(y/n), do you have any questions?" He asked you. "This might be one of your only chances to ask."

You looked up from your laptop and saw him looking at you. "When you move those switches, you're changing the levels, right?" You clarified.

"Yes," he confirmed. "I'm equalizing the specific tracks so that, when they merge, they fit together." He was speaking easier and lighter than you were used to. "Listen to this and tell me if you can hear the difference." He played one track that was admittedly a little hard to listen to, and when that was done, he pulled a few switches and played the same track again. It was much smoother this time. Once it was over, he looked at you with raised eyebrows.

"The first one, the guitar was rough and overpowering," you told him slowly. "But in the second one, it was smooth and I could actually hear the other instruments." You saw a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, but he immediately corrected it to his usual straight-lipped expression. "That's interesting. Did you learn all of this in college?"

"No," he admitted. "I was mostly self-taught before I even enrolled at NCU." You cocked your head at his response, and you were very surprised he was freely offering up information now. "(y/n)," he interrupted your thoughts. "I'm curious. May I ask you a question?" He didn't wait for your response to that question before he followed up. "What experience do you have with music?"

You laughed. "I thought I was supposed to be interviewing you," you joked. His eyes slowly traveled over you and his expression didn't change. You could see that he was chewing on the inside of his cheek. "Maybe I want to remain mysterious. Give it time, Tom." And while you found your irony funny and was smiling at your own joke, you noticed Tom’s shoulders tense up and he tightened his jaw. He turned back around and faced the computer, dropping the subject all together.

He played a few more tracks and tinkered with the settings, though this time his fingers weren't so light to the tough. They came down strongly on the knobs this time. His mouse clicks were a lot louder and his movements weren't as fluid. You had a feeling your response to his question was the reason for these changes.

After what seemed like an eternity of silence between the both of you, but was probably closer to five minutes, you decided to answer him. You bit your lip before you spoke. "I played clarinet in the middle school band," you told him. "But shifted my focus to writing in high school. Now I mostly just listen." His body jolted at the sudden sound of your voice, but his shoulders relaxed after your answer. "But hand me a clarinet right now and I could still probably rock some arpeggios."

Maybe you were crazy, but that smile he tried so hard to disguise earlier had shown up again, though it showed mostly in his eyes that were still fixed on the screens. He didn't say anything in return. The door opened suddenly and Bud walked back in. "Sorry about that," he chuckled and sat back down. "Kids and their so-called crises. But now, where were we?"

And just like that, you became invisible again.

You felt like you shouldn’t have been so harsh about Tom the first few times you were around him. You were a stranger to him and even though Lindsay would come into your room at all hours and yell about something he’d done or someone he’d done so you could get the scoop on him, he knew absolutely nothing about you. It was hard to remain quiet when Linds asked you what he was like, but you’d be damned to hell if you were going to reveal his personal information.

On Friday you walked to his office with your coffees and you had bought him a chocolate chip muffin. You noticed he liked them from the baking mix he had set on his counter back at home.

“Come in,” he responded to your knock and you opened the door.

“Morning,” you told him with a small smile despite your exhaustion. You and Lindsay had been out late the night before with friends and you were beyond tired.

“You don’t look well.” He took his coffee from you and you handed him the muffin. “How’d you know I like chocolate chip?” He furrowed his brow as he looked into the bag.

“I was out late last night. And the package on the counter at your house. I’m a journalist, Tom, I’m observant as hell.” You responded quickly and sat down at your table to begin your day too.

“I’m leaving early today.” He told you. “Going away with the family for a weekend in off the coast.”

“Do you have a house there?” You asked him as you sipped your hot coffee. It nearly burnt you but the warmth felt nice against your cold skin.

“Too personal.” He typed at his keyboard and looked up at you.

“Okay…” you sighed and typed on your own keyboard, mostly just to mimic his actions.

“You’re joining us.” He said.

“Tom, I was thinking more like meeting family over lunch or coffee. Not like a weekend getaway thing. I don’t know you guys, I’m not going to stay the entire weekend with you.” You told him seriously.

“It wasn’t a question.” He looked at you. You raised your eye brows at him and he buckled, “Fine.” He said. “But one of my brothers is about to go out of town and you might not get to meet him again for your paper.” He looked you over. “You could always bring a bag and if you don’t enjoy yourself I will have Max bring you home tonight.”

“I’ve known you a week.” You reminded him. “We’re on a professional basis.”

“And you’re supposed to learn how I am with my family.” He raised his eyebrows at you and looked back at his computer screen. He was quiet for a moment and tugged on his lip with his teeth until the phone rang. “This is Tom.” He said seriously.

He started on a long phone conversation and you excused yourself to call Lindsay to ask for advice. You went into a break room and tapped her name on your phone. “What’s up bro?” She said sounding like she was eating.

“Ew, don’t talk with your mouthful.” You scolded her, “I need advice.”

“First of all, I’m twenty two and I can do what I want, and secondly, is it about Mr. Hunky CEO and Record Producer?” She sounded enticed already.

“Sort of… He asked me to come meet his family at their house on the beach.” You bit your lip and waited for her squeal.

“He what!?” She sounded like she was running circles, “(y/n), you gotta go.” She told you happily, “I’ll pack you a bag. I’ll get it all ready for you. I’m on it.”

“Linds, chill, come on. Isn’t this a little soon?” You questioned her.

“No!” She scoffed. “Hello (y/n) (y/l/n), any other girl spending this much time with Tom Holland would have slept with him already if she was as hot as you. He’s probably confused as to why you haven’t hit on him yet.”

"I don’t know. We’re colleagues. It doesn’t work that way.“ You sighed, "I guess I can go and stay in a separate room or something.”

“Or you could go and totally get drunk and sleep with him.” She suggested.

“Who are you giving advice to? Me or yourself?” You laughed and rolled your eyes, “I’m not sleeping with him. Not this weekend, not ever.”

“Dude, just saying, he totally seems interested.” She retorted. “Don’t be surprised if he makes a mooooove.” She sang into the phone.

“Just shut up pack me a bag for two days of clothes and shower stuff and all that.” You told her.

“And two of your hottest bikini’s. Deal.” And she hung up before you could yell at her.

You sighed loudly and walked back into the office. Tom was tapping a pen along his desk to a beat in his head. “If it makes you feel better, you can have a room to yourself. Harry and I don’t mind sharing.” He persuaded you.

“I guess I could go.” You agreed with him, “but isn’t it a little bit odd that we barely know each other and we’re already spending weekends doing this?”

“I don’t find it odd. This is for your school and my name. And strangers do things more intimate than this all the time.” He began to type again and looked up at you. “And I’ll buy lunch today.”

You laughed quietly and nodded. “Okay.”

You were starting to feel odd not driving anywhere. If Tom and you went somewhere he drove or Max drove, and everywhere else you practically walked.

Tom said it was about an hours drive to their house and that you’d both be alone for it, so it’d be a good idea to talk to him some more. He said it like he would allow you to learn things about him. Tom’s music choice wasn’t mainstream by any chance. He played anything from Phantom of the Opera to Kendrick Lamar and everything in between.

“You know, you keep a lot a secret.” You told him. “But not everything.”

“What does that mean?” He concentrated intensely on the road ahead and his jawline did the tightening thing you kept noticing.

“Your music taste shows a lot about you.”

“Which is?” He asked quietly and turned down the music.

“You have a very versatile lifestyle. And you’re good at many things. And that’s like you like a lot of different genre’s. Even musicals.” You teased.

“Hey, Phantom is not a musical, it’s an art piece.” He argued and you saw his face light up a bit at your conversation. He straightened himself back and sighed. “But I try to keep myself closed off from the world.”

“Really?” You asked sarcastically, “I had no idea.”

He ignored your childish sarcasm and continued speaking, “I know you know things about me I didn’t tell you, (y/n).”

“Which are?” You asked him again.

“I didn’t sleep with any of those people the websites say I did.” He admitted.

“Oh?” You looked at him seriously. “So you’re not a slut?”

“(y/n), please, slut is such a childish word.” He remarked, “I prefer to think of it as a form of expression. Also, I only allow them to post those things about me to help my clients.”

“If the tabloids think you’re fucking them to get good material, you’re winning and they buy their stuff.” You thought about his strategy.

“Basically.” He answered me.

“Interesting.” You nodded, “I won’t use that.”

“I appreciate it.” He replied.

You looked at your hands and then back over to Tom for a moment. “So, what is your other sibling’s name again?”

He sighed as if it pained him to reveal it but he answered, “Paddy, and my best friend Harrison will be there too.”

“What are your age differences?” You asked him curiously.

“I’m the oldest. Then Sam and Harry are twenty, and Paddy is fourteen.” He tapped the steering wheel.

“I didn’t realize I was older than Sam and Harry.” You raised your eyebrows.

“Good.” He made the comment. “Harry tends to go for girls like you, so be careful.”

“What does that mean?” You furrowed your brows.

“He’s easily excitable.” He responded to your question before turning the radio up and signalling that he was finished talking.

You waited for a break in songs before you asked, “is Sam the only one taken?”

He sighed and turned to radio back down. “Maybe they’ll tell you, it’s their business.”

“You’re so private.” You sighed and began to doodle on your notepad.

“I’m cautious.” He corrected.

“Right,” you nodded and waited for him to turn the radio up but he didn’t.

“What about you, (y/n)?” He looked at you momentarily. “Are you taken?”

You laughed out loud. “Oh, no, no,” you shook your head. “My uh, my last boyfriend was last year and he graduated and left for New York, so,” You paused. “We uh, we aren’t together anymore.”

“Mmm.” He sounded as if he had actually been listening. It was quiet again and Tom parked the car in the driveway of a large house. “We all own it.” He said before you asked. “And don’t mind my mum.” He got out of the car and opened your door. “She’s a hugger.” And he took your hand to bring you to the door.

You swore you could feel his hand on the small of your back, but you couldn’t be sure.

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aliciarosefantasy · 6 years

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WIP Tag

General tag from @sapphirestark

Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

Haha, ok :) Oh boy, here goes...

A Flicker of Starlight - original half finished sci-fi novel inspired by my favourite Star Trek AU’s.

Untitled HH - Spidey takes a nap in a web hammock and wakes up with a homeless child tucked to his chest.

Untitled HH - Spidey accidentally gets covered in paint.

The Purr - (collab with @city-creek ) one-shots 2 and 3.

Untitled Fairy Tail one-shot.

Cranes 2 (HH).

Crash Landing - Star Trek, Spock, first contact AU.

Doctor Who and Spider-Man crossover 2 (Spiders, Time Lords and Timey Wimey Mischief sequel) - Dead

Vulcan Therapy sessions (kinda lost confidence on this one).

Fairy Tail and HTTYD Crossover (this...is...way too much for my writing skills).

Loki: Tales of Asgard - a pre Thor 1 Loki goes on adventures throughout the nine realms.

Another untitled Fairy Tail one-shot.

Star Trek one-shot - Kirk has a headache, Spock uses a mind touch to help. (This one is actually complete, but I just never posted it).

Original one-shot series about a supernatural girl who can heal - my attempt at proving them wrong when they say you can’t have a superhero who heals because they can’t fight. I’m not sure if I succeeded.

Original novel I half wrote when I was 17 - Dead

Lois and Clark story - Superman is having bouts of difficulty breathing Earth’s atmosphere, and no one can figure out why.

Untitled - A sick child manages to send a letter to Asgard asking for a wish, but accidentally gets Loki (when he was ruling as Odin) instead.

Loki’d - You all know what this one is.

Another original novel that went nowhere.

Untitled - people start turning up in webs apparently sucked dry of blood, everyone suspects Spidey and his more spider-like behaviours come under intense scrutiny. - old and most likely dead.

Untitled HH - Spidey gets heatstroke.

Star Trek Discovery one-shot depicting the missing scenes of what happens after Michael and her team pick up Sarek’s signal in episode 6.

Untitled HH - Spidey messes with the kids at a children's hospital through a window when the nurses' backs are turned.

The Hotline remaining chapters - I have no idea what’s going on with this right now. I keep going back to it and then leaving it again etc. I thought I was going to update recently but I didn’t. Sorry. I’m kinda daunted by this story.

Trance - Star Trek one-shot where Kirk and Spock are locked up by anti-alien fanatics, but problems arise when Spock appears to be dead. (This is another that is also completed).

Ultimate Spider-Man collab with @ultimatespidermanfeels

After Vulcan’s destruction, Spock goes looking for his favourite tea. He can’t find any, so he goes searching all throughout San Fransisco until he comes across a small, family run store built especially for Vulcans. They build a friendship.

Little Friend - follow up with Cap.

Untitled HH - Spidey rescues a tarantula and swings around the city for an afternoon with it perched on his head.

Untitled - Spidey experiences starvation due to not being able to afford enough food to sustain his enhanced body. People notice and New Yorkers step in to help.. (old and most likely dead).

Untitled - Spock experiences adverse telepathic side effects in the months after Vulcan’s destruction. He takes on extra teaching positions at the Academy to help out after Starfleet’s major loss. It doesn’t go well, and he can no longer hide it from his students.

Untitled - Spock gets thrown back in time and things quickly get complicated (I like this one but I’m stuck).

Untitled - Spock experiences violent racial bullying while visiting a fellow Starfleet Vessel. He hides the evidence until collapsing on the bridge. The crew get defensive. (Complete)

Omg, I think that’s everything. I had way more than I thought! I’d be happy to discuss anything about any of them if you want, and if you’d like to request one of the completed ones I haven’t shared, I’d be willing to clean it up and post it :)

Tagging anyone who wants to have a go!

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