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Look how cool this is
paring ⁀➷(adult) adam reed x (pregnant)fem!reader
word count ⁀➷ 1.2k
summary ⁀➷ You never had the chance to go to the cinema and see your favourite movie in 2022. But travelling back in time with Adam you get a second chance, and your baby bump turns out to be the perfect cup holder.
warnings ⁀➷ pregnancy, light swearing, mention of adoption as a joke, some logical things (might not be like in the movie), they’re going to watch Top Gun
a/n ⁀➷ YES THANK YOU ANON. I got the idea when i watched fantastic beasts 3 in cinema and couldn't get it out of my head. (If this was a drinking game for „Adam" you'd be super drunk once you finished, sorry for the 3 567 „Adam"s)
Also if anyone knows ANY good fic or whatever with adam pls tag me, i need content.
„Adam?!" you shouted through the forest. Did he tell you to stay hidden until he comes back? Yes. But was your bladder going to give up any minute? Also yes. So you were definitely not going to listen to your husband.
Meanwhile, Adam was in the shed, searching for something he had left there the first time he came back. Hawking's barks could be heard in the distance and all his hope of getting in and out of the house without his younger self noticing, were blown into the wind. Not a moment later, the smaller version of himself opened the door.
„Hi." he grinned from one ear to the other. „Hey.“ Adam said, while still looking for his wallet, he had left last time, in case he needed money.
His card was definitely of no use in 2022.
„I hid it under one of the couch cushions." young Adam pointed to where the old couch was, mostly covered in webs. Adam turned around, lifted the cushion and grabbed his wallet.
„It was safer there, than in one of the boxes."
„Yeah, yeah." Adam grumpily gave him a look. Hawking was wiggling his tail, happy to see not only one but two Adams.
„Adam!" you shouted as you reached the garden. It was amazing. You knew Adam's house from pictures, but it was even more wonderful in real life and with so much life in it. The baseball was lying under one of the big ferns, the door to the kitchen standing wide open… shit. The door to the kitchen was standing wide open.
Oh shit, shit, shit. Your hand started stroking your baby bump, trying to calm down.
You looked around. There was no one to be seen, but you were listening for just the smallest noise. „Adam?" you now whisper yelled.
Where has he gone?!
You found the rather big shed, a little offside of the house. Quietly approaching it, you knew Adam used to have a dog, you still listened for noises.
„Babe?“
Adam opened the door to the shed.
„Ugh, goddamn Adam. My heart almost stopped." you still whisper yelled, holding one hand to your heart. He grinned and came towards you. Adam gently placed his hands on your shoulders. „Sorry, are you okay?"
„Yeah, you're lucky I love you." you joked. Adam bent down to place a kiss on your lips, while you were still smiling into the kiss.
„Who is-. Woah.“
The both of you immediately parted by the sudden voice. Adam rolled his eyes in annoyance, before he turned around. Right then, Hawking started barking, wanting some attention from both Adams.
„Couldn't you have wai-„
„Hawking! Zip it!,, they both shouted in annoyance at the same time.
„Couldn't you have, I don't know, just stayed in there?" he sarcastically and most of all annoyedly asked, pointing to the shed with an exaggerated gesture.
„Don't be so rude.“
You turned to the smaller version of him, lightly pushing your husband aside to see Adam better. „Hi, I'm y/n." you smiled. He came closer, but his eyes couldn't decide whether to look you in the eyes or to stare at your stomach.
„She is beautiful.“ Adam whispered to your Adam.
„And she is pregnant." he added, as if he needed to point it out. Adam tilted his head to the side, giving him an „oh really" look. You just chuckled and smacked Adam's shoulder.
„Hi, I'm Adam." he finally said and held his hand out. „Hey Adam. Nice to meet you. Again.“ He chuckled at your comment, and you just winked with a smile.
„Alright, okay." Your Adam grumpily interrupted. „He's cute." you said, turning to your husband. „He's me.“
„You're cute too." Little Adam followed your little spat with a huge smile.
Your Adam now looked at his watch, his eyes widening. „Shit."
„What's wrong?" you asked, brows furrowed. „The movie starts in less than an hour. If we don't go now, we'll miss it." Adam grabbed your hand, and dragged you through the garden to the house.
With young Adam right on your heels.
„Wait, wait Adam. What movie?" He stopped, tuned to you and exhaled. „I wanted it to be a surprise, but this moron needed to stare at my wife for ages."
„Hey.“ Adam protested. „Technically-“
He was interrupted by his older self. „You always wanted to see the new Top Gun when it was still in cinemas. And we missed it, so I'm taking you now to see it." Your eyes were watery when he finished. „Really?"
„Yes baby, really.“ Adam smiled and pecked your lips. „Now get your pretty ass moving and follow me.“
You squeaked and grabbed your husband's hand. „I love you, Adam."
„I love you too, baby." he smiled.
„But Adam?" you quickly said. „Yeah?"
„I need to pee really bad." you innocently grinned. „Well, you're lucky this house has got a toilet." he winked. „Let's go,".
„You too, loser!" Adam shouted to his younger self. You chuckled and stuck your hand out, for little Adam to take it.
Holding both Adam's hands felt strange and so normal at the same time. Almost like he was your child. As if you've travelled to the future instead of the past. A funny thought, considered that you'd basically hold the hand of a little version of Adam, just like now. A smile crept on your lips, and you stroked Adam's hand with your thumb.
„Alright, we have seats 10, 11 and 12. Row H." Adam coordinated the three of you to the seats. Little Adam went ahead of you and was already sitting down on his seat, while you and Adam put the drinks in the cup holders. You handed little Adam his Popcorn and plopped down on your seat next to your husband.
„Ugh, your baby is getting heavy, dude." you exhaled as you could finally rest. „Sorry, dude." Adam mocked you, which made you chuckle. „You know, what," you said, looking over at little Adam. „He's probably only here because he secretly always wanted to watch the movie in cinema. I'm just a pretext.“ He chuckled and put a handful of popcorn in his mouth.
„Adam." you whispered. „Hey look.“ You poked his arm.
„What?"
"Look how cool this is." You, almost proudly, smiled at him. Your belly had the perfect size to work like a table when you were sitting. Your drink was resting on it, being held by leaning against your chest. „Like a freaking cup holder" Adam said and copied your grin.
You raised your brows in amazement and nodded.
Adam chuckled, „How on earth do I even deserve you?" he asked with a loving smile. You turned your head to face him, when he kissed the tip of your nose. „Have you seen yourself?" you asked with a smile, „l've married the man anyone could just dream of.“
„l don't need to look at myself. I've got you. And you're all I need to see."
„Could you maybe do that," little Adam gestured with his hand, „after the movie, please?" He turned back to the screen, and put another handful of popcorn in his mouth.
„Sorry." you chuckled.
„Oh as if I care about what I say." your Adam beefed.
Putting one hand on your baby bump, he gently began stroking it with his thumb. „If this baby turns out like me there, we have no other option but to give it up for adoption." he dryly joked. „Adam." you slapped his shoulder but grinned at your husband.
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Unexpected Day Off
Viktor x Little Reader
Reader pronouns: They/them
Word count: 567
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This is self indulgent, I don't feel well so I wrote something for myself!
S/n means stuffie name, it's only used once though!
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Having an asleep little one on his shoulder was not how Viktor envisioned his day going. Especially not when he just wanted to be at the lab working on the latest hextech project.
But when Y/n came to him with their stuffie wanting to cuddle, he couldn't say no, what he didn't expect was that Y/n wasn't feeling well, their throat hurt and they had a pretty bad headache. And because of that Y/n pretty quickly fell asleep on Viktor's chest. He was itching to get back to his project, a workaholic by heart. But he knew he couldn't leave Y/n, especially not if they woke up and got distressed by his not being there.
So Viktor stayed, holding Y/n and stroking their back, leaving small kisses on their forehead and making sure their stuffie stayed close while they slept.
After a while they started to wake up, rubbing their eyes and lifting their head a little. Viktor smiled and kissed their forehead, “Feeling any better sweetheart?” Viktor asked softly. “Not sure,” Y/n said softly, “it's alright, you don't have to know,” he said as he pushed Y/n's hair out of their eyes.
“I know you don't feel well, but you look adorable,” Viktor said and smiled at them. Y/n only hummed and buried their face in Viktor's chest, holding their stuffie close. “I made sure S/n stayed close while you slept,” Viktor said softly, stroking Y/n's hair and leaving a small kiss on their forehead.
“Do you want a drink, maybe something to eat?” Viktor spoke “I think some water and a story would be a good idea,” Viktor said, carefully sitting up with Y/n still in his lap. “Mkay, Papa,” Y/n mumbled, “would you like to stay here while I get you some water?” He asked and Y/n nodded.
Viktor helped Y/n off his lap and got up, going to get them water, but not knowing if they wanted it in a bottle or a sippy cup. So he just filled a sippy cup and brought a bottle back with him, stumbling a little as he came back, not having any empty hands to hold the wall with. “I wasn't sure if you wanted a sippy cup or a bottle, so I brought both for you” Viktor smiled as he set them on a side table while he sat back on the bed.
Almost as soon as he'd touched the bed, Y/n's head was on his shoulder again. Viktor only smiled and pushed Y/n's hair out of their eyes, handing them the sippy cup full of water. They drank some of it while Viktor got the story ready and started quickly reading the story to Y/n while they quietly drank their water.
After a while Y/n had fallen back asleep and Viktor was silently reading his own book, letting Y/n sleep quietly, knowing that sleeping would help make Y/n feel better. And taking a break for the day from work was surprisingly nice for Viktor, having his mind kept on his little one the whole day was a nice refresher for him. And he'd definitely be taking more days like this where he could take his mind off work and keep it set on his little one, even if they were just sleeping all day.
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A COMFORTING KIND OF PAIN
chr: il dottore
desc: maybe running to pantalone isn't as tempting as before.
content: gn!reader, slight pantalone x reader, blood, mentions of abuse, kinda masochistic reader, stockholm syndrome-ish
wc: 567
Pantalone offered you wealth that you could have never imagined receiving. He offered you comforting words, promises, and a life away from your current master. He was calculating, mysterious in the way he moves and his mind was a puzzle piece that you could never solve. But he was kind and took great care of you when your master left you to freeze in the bitterness of Dragonspine after a mission went awry. Even going so far as to stay with you through the night in a blizzard just so he could ascertain your safety.
He was the opposite of Il Dottore. Your current master… so cruel, he had no care for the well-being of his subordinates or even their lives as he watched them all die under his command. You received his wrath multiple times and bruises that have not yet finished healing. He subjected you to a life of brutality and pain as long as you choose to stay with him. Did he even care if his underlings all fled from his cruelty? Did he even care for you?
But if you're talking about Pantalone… those questions are answered as clear as day. He would care. He would care for you even if you didn't want him to. He'll offer you everything in exchange for nothing.
And he's offering you a place next to his side if you should choose to join him and leave the doctor to take up his promise of a life of comfort and salvation from Dottore's bruising grip on your already injured heart.
But even if you did accept… Dottore would never allow it.
So, here you are now, locked in his laboratory—your back against the wall as your blood splatters against solid ground and his clothes. He laughs as your body collapses on the ground while you groan in pain. You could fight back, you learned how to defend yourself from the same person who's hurting you now. But… Do you want to?
"Is Pantalone trying to take you away from me? Does he think he's going to take you away from me?" He laughs in disbelief, belittling his comrade and your ability to escape his clutches at the same time. Oh, how cruel… but maybe you like his cruelty.
"He has the wealth. Has the sweetest personality to go along with it. And maybe has the right to take you under his wing too. He could shower you with his love and affection. He would present my head on a pike and he'll wrap it all up nice and pretty for you. He would do anything for you."
Dottore crouches on top of your injured form, grabbing your cheek so you could look up at him. His mask is slightly askew but you could see his red eyes glowing in the shadows of his plague mask. He grins when he feels you tremble underneath his bruising grip.
"But is that what you want, my delicate dove? Do you want his wealth? Do you want his love and affection? Do you want my head on a pike? I'm just a lowly doctor with no love for his experiments, I could never offer you anything he has already given you."
"Oh but, my darling…" He moves closer to you and you could feel his hot breath ghosting against your ear. Then he whispers, oh so temptingly.
"I could hurt you."
— 07/16/22
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I'm here with anon's second story, a Charlos one this time, inspired by the second prompt and this video. I hope you like it! 😊
Charles/Carlos • 567 words • fluff • cuddling • watching football match (or just trying to) • developing relationship • Ao3 link
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“Wanna watch the match?” Carlos asked Charles when they had a bit of a break in between their testing sessions.
“What match?” Charles asked, not really knowing what Carlos was talking about because even though the World Cup was happening, he wasn't that big of a football fan so he wasn't following it.
“What match, Charles, what match do you think it is?” Carlos asked, pinching Charles' waist as his teammate let his race suit hang on it. “Spain versus Costa Rica.”
“Ah, yeah, now I know!” Charles said, pretending like he actually knew those teams. He of course knew some things about the Spanish national team thanks to Carlos but Costa Rica... He didn't even know where Costa Rica was.
“So?”
“So what?” Charles asked confused when Carlos was still standing next to him, waiting for an answer. But Charles didn't really remember the question because his mind was all over the after-season testing they were doing.
“Do you wanna watch it with me?”
“Ah!” he exclaimed, thinking about how to save the situation and not to look completely stupid, “Yeah, yeah, let's watch it.”
“Nice. It starts in a few minutes. I'm gonna get my laptop, that's better than watching it on a phone,” Carlos said while changing from a race suit to the normal team t-shirt and then stepping to his bag to get his laptop out.
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“My neck's gonna die if I stay like this for the whole match,” Charles complained as soon as the match started.
They were lying on the floor, their heads supported by the wardrobe behind them, team jackets tucked under their neck like a pillow but it was worth nothing in terms of real support.
“Ay Charles,” Carlos breathed in, deeply, closing his eyes for a second and trying hard not to tell his teammate off. Carlos just wanted to concentrate on the match because he really was interested in it. And he was maybe a bit tired and impatient too. “Come here, lie down and watch it.”
“Lie down like... On you?” Charles asked, eyes wide with surprise at how easy it was for Carlos to offer something like this when they haven't even talked about what they were now relationship-wise.
“You can stay on the floor too,” Carlos said, looking at Charles, “If my chest is not good enough.”
“Say no more, Carlos,” Charles replied, dropping himself on Carlos in the same moment, adjusting his head a bit to make himself comfortable. “So much better.”
“Nice. Now let's watch it, at least you'll learn something about the second best sport.”
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“You're falling asleep on me, love,” Carlos whispered, seeing Charles' eyelids going lower and lower.
“I'm not...” Charles protested weakly, didn't even try to lift his head and look at Carlos.
“You can, I won't be angry,” Carlos reassured him, softly stroking his hair. “I know you don't care about football and it's okay. Are you comfortable?”
Charles nodded. “Don't wanna get up.”
“You don't have to. I'll wake you up after the match, you can nap for an hour from now on.”
“Thank you,” Charles said, closing his eyes. “You're so warm and soft. I've never thought we would end up like this, cuddling in your driver's room on the floor.”
Carlos smiled. “Sometimes this is what we need, no? A good cuddle for you, a football match and a human weighted-blanket for me. Perfect combination.”
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My friend may I request a threesome with Matt and Hangman please? Thank you 🙏
• share — hangman adam page + matt jackson •
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{ masterlists } | { aew masterlist } | { hangman adam page masterlist } | { matt jackson masterlist }
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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, threesome, double penetration, double vaginal penetration, dirty talk, hair pulling, biting, spanking, breeding kink body worship, nipple play, use of sex toys, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasms, forced orgasms, anal sex, vaginal sex, rough sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, , squirting, internal cumshots, anal + vaginal creampies
{ word count } — 567
{ pairing } — fem!reader x hangman adam page x matt jackson
{ genre } — smut
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your mind was numb
completely void of any thought and emotion
fingers desperately clinging to the sheets
hips bucking back against the force of their thrusts
matt laid beneath you, teasing and toying with your clit
aided by the use of the mini wand vibrator in his right hand
the bulb of the toy humming against your delicate pearl with merciless thrums
each vibration made your cunt clench around his thick shaft
“that’s it’s sweetheart, take it nice and deep”
his voice deeper than usual
accompanied by a soft growl that rumbled in his throat
eyes flickering to the blonde behind you every once in a while
adam hovered above you
the cowboy’s hand woven in your hair, tugging lightly
burying himself into your tight little ass
instantly bottoming out as he filled out to the brim
the sensation of both their cocks was riveting
feeling so utterly full of them
“look at you, darlin’ such a pretty little cockslut for us”
you whimpered at adam’s words, that and the flooding sensation of your first orgasm between your thighs
“so fucking beautiful…”
matt muttered against your chest
his tongue drawing featherlight circles against your nipples
the perky buds hardening against the flat of the appendage
eventually clasping his lips around one, nipping and twirling it between his teeth
adam mimicked his actions slightly
the cowboy bared his teeth, sinking them, albeit harder than matt, into you shoulder
a yelp of pleasure left your lips at the concoction of pleasure they had created
“cum for us, doll…”
“can’t…not ready-“
“then we’ll make you cum, princess”
matt increased the speed of the vibrator as he did with his thrusts
adam follows suit, a harsh slap ringing around the bedroom as his hand came down on against your plump ass cheek
both their cocks slamming into you with such a delicious, violent force
leaving your mind in a blurry, fucked out mess
“fuckfuckfuck-“ you mumbled against matt’s shoulder through a chorus of whines
one of which made both men crack the faintest of smiles
“god…i’m close” adam mumbled against your shoulder
matt simply nodded in agreement, holding onto your hip the air in his movements
“gonna fuck a baby into you, princess” matt pulled your head down roughly, planting a sweet kiss to your lips
“not if i get to her first” adam repeated matt’s actions with a more aggressive kiss
“oh fuck-“ matt groaned through clenched teeth
pumping his hot seed deep into your tight, fertile cunt
adam was quick to follow
his thick cock buried deep into your ass, filling your void until you were left dripping with his seed
adam quickly pulled out of your ass, joining matt inside your sweet, dripping pussy
a gasp caught in your throat, pretty cunt stretched around both their cocks
they continued to fuck you through their orgasms
not fully satisfied until you made a mess on both their cocks
matt held your hips down, kissing you simultaneously
all the while adam littered your skin with bite marks and kisses
your felt yourself unravelling around them, cum gushing down your thighs
your cunt spasming around their cocks with thick thrums of pleasure
“fuck darlin’-“ the cowboy grunted against your shoulder, admiring the way you arched yourself into his chest
“such a good girl for us” matt added breathlessly
“switch over” adam mentioned. “now it’s my turn to cum in her cunt”
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A Deals, a Deal
Nightmare x reader
Word Count: 567 (omg lol)
Summery:
You couldn't sleep so you make a deal, with a very tired nightmare.
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You sat awake, in the living room, staring at your phone when you felt the aura of the room shift. You look up glancing in the dark. But seeing nothing, you go back to scrolling on pinterest. A tentacle then grips your throat pinning you to the couch. "What on earth are you doing awake," Nightmare demanded.
Blushing your reply, "I couldn't sleep and I didn't want to wake you." He crooked his head to the side, before placing a kiss on cheek.
"Oh darling, were you worried about me?" He teased. You looked to the side not wanting to face him. "Don't be mad my dear, I was only teasing you." He leaves another kiss on the jaw, "Tell you want, we could go to sleep together on this couch, or the bed, then I'll take you to anywhere you want."
Your eyes widened at the arrangement. "Why are you being so sweet?" You ask.
"Because, you seem so dull and emotionless, y'know how much i hate that, don't you?" You let out a small sigh and pull him down next to you. He wraps his arms around you, useing some of his tentivles to wrap you both in a blanket. It was so warm and cozy, you felt your eyes slowly close. "See that wasn't very hard, was it?" Nightmare voice trails off into the distance.
After many good hours of slumber, you awoke. Nightmare was still sleeping. His arms were hooked around you. You tried to wiggle out of his arms but it was no use. After some a momment of sitting there, You wiggled your way out of Nightmare's suffocating cuddles. Although after you stood up, Nightmares eyes fluttered open. "Darling where are you going?"
"To go change silly, after all, I say we're going to The Tree Of Feelings!" You cheered.
He grumbled, "Out of all the places, I could have taken you too, you chose the old stump?"
You rolled your eyes, "Well I thought a picnic there would be lovly. So I'm gonna go make sandwiches, and other snacks while you go get changed." You ripped the blanket, off of him and heard him groan.
"Ugh, fine, only because I promised you this."
After a few hours, both of you were changed into nice, but casuel clothes. You grasped his free hand, becuase you made him hold the basket, as they teleported away.
You both sat down, on a picnic blakent, next the tree, "So what now?" Nightmare asks confused.
"Now we eat, and talk, while enjoying eachother's company," You reply opening the basket. You took out a charcuterie board and fruit salad, then offered some to Nightmare. He plucked at strawberry from his plate and fed it to you. "What was that for?" you asked blushinly
"I don't know, I saw it book once," he blushed. Smiling you placed a blueberry in his mouth. He scooted closer to you, and pulled out a bottle of wine from the basket. "Would you care for some, My Love?" Finishing your club sandwich, (If you don't like it, choose a different sandwhich) you nod your head. He pours you glass and hands it to you.
After you had clinked your second glass you saw nightmare tensen up. "Is, something wrong babe?" You question.
"I just saw Dream teleport into the distant, Do you want to cut this picnic short?"
Nightmare belongs Jokublog
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Sception reads Cass Cain #16
Batgirl (2000) #4, ongoing discussion
story: Peterson & Puckett
art: Scott and Campanella
There's a kind of simplified narrative that's grown up in discussions of Cassandra Cain in terms of how things went wrong and who's to blame. Because by the time Cass is strutting around the pages of Robin as a generic and vaguely racist Dragon Lady villain things have obviously gone wrong, and I don't think any Cass happenings before the reboot can really be thought of as 'going right' again. It's tempting to just blame Beechen, the writer tasked with authoring the infamous heel turn. It's even more tempting to blame DiDio, the editor in chief who tasked Beechen with the job, who famously disliked legacy heroes in general for how they 'aged' their predecessors. Certainly Beechen should have done more research before writing Cass, and you won't ever catch me defending DiDio's tenure as chief editor of DC. But the simple narrative that everything was great with Cass until DiDio and Beechen ruined her out of nowhere is glossing over a lot of mistakes that happened before that.
The league of assassins retcon that needlessly overcomplicated her backstory; sending her to Bludhaven with nothing to do there and all her important story arcs and character relationships left unresolved in Gotham; the flanderization of David Cain that kicked the foundation of her character out from under her; the mishandling of her relationship with Babs. And the first big mistake happens right here in issue 4, in the very earliest days of her ongoing, with her original creative team still at their height.
Years back, when I looked her first introduction in Batman (1940) #567, I talked about how the decisions to make Cassandra mostly mute set her and her stories apart, making them unique in the comics landscape. I'm convinced that Cass's writing team was mostly aiming at what this did for her stories in terms of the comic medium - by forcibly restricting the use of words to tell the story, it put the emphasis back on the art, not just to convey what was happening but also what the main character was thinking or feeling about it.
Even in that initial introduction, there was a sequence where whole pages went by without any words at all. It was unique, it was different, creative, it exercised the unique aspects of the comic book medium.
What I don't think Peterson, Puckett, and Scott considered as strongly is what it meant in terms of Cass as a character with a disability, something the mainstream superhero comics landscape really doesn't have enough of, and in particular something that connected her to Barbara Gordon as the previous Batgirl, at the time still in the wheelchair acting as Oracle. I've alluded a bit to how Cass and Bab's respective disabilities, one physically gifted but linguistically impaired and the other physically limited but the master of communication for the bat family, makes them perfectly matched as superhero partners but also sets up an interpersonal conflict between them as each kind of becomes a personal avatar representing what the other lacks.
And while that is there in the book, the creative team is clearly so much more invested in Cass's relationship with Bruce and the whole the whole Bruce/David/Cass dynamic of fatherhood and guilt and violence - and in terms of that plot thread Babs mostly exists to offer a better life of sincere human connection, if only to add a note of tragedy as Cass inevitably throws herself deeper into Bruce & David's mirrored lives of violence and isolation.
But Cass is Batgirl, so it would have been nice if the creators put more effort and page time into her relationship with the previous Batgirl, and the disability angle was the best way to do so, and at some point, on some level, Peterson & Puckett did understand this.
After all, it's how Cass was originally introduced. Sure she struggled, but despite seeming nearly impossible, with Barbara's help she was making progress none the less.
Special thanks to StephanieBrowntheSpoiler for pointing this bit out, as I had missed the connection between these scenes when I looked at this issue way back when.
Also look at bad sad dad David here, crying, overwhelmed at the thought that his daughter might be able to speak to and understand him, like he's been blessed by some divine miracle, even though he's literally the reason she couldn't speak in the first place. Such a shame that over time his character would be reduced from this compelling ball of contradictions to a flat generic villain. But that's a rant for another day.
Anyway, Cass as a mute protagonist is a big deal, both for internal story reasons (connection to and conflict with the previous Batgirl) and external reasons (representation as a disabled hero, unique use of the comic medium). And more besides - thematic ties with her emotional and personal isolation, which in turn ties in to her full face covering spooky costume design, and so on.
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So you'd think I'd just object outright to the writers just having Cass learn to speak, and honestly I kind of do, but I also have some sympathy on this front, because as I've also repeatedly pointed out making Cass mute presented unique difficulties that arguably outweighed the benefits, particularly given the collaborative nature of mainstream superhero comics.
A mute protagonist puts a lot of weight on the artists ability to convey personality and emotion through facial expression and honestly not many artists were up to the challenge, especially with Cass's full face covering mask. This put serious limits on her cross-over presence which in term limited her presence and appeal for general DC comic or bat book fans who weren't specifically Cass fans following her in her own book. Sadly giving Cass the ability to speak didn't end up improving this much, I can't blame P&P for trying.
On the representation angle there were also issues, as Cass wasn't just a rare disabled hero but also a relatively rare east-asian hero, certainly within the bat books, and being mute meant she often fell into a silent subservient ninja girl cliche in the guest appearances she did get, which isn't exactly ideal either.
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So yeah, I can absolutely see reasons why Peterson and Puckett might have decided that nearly-fully-mute Cass was in retrospect a mistake and why they needed to change it, but that doesn't stop me from hating how they did so. Which basically amounts to 'a wizard did it.'
This is terrible for a couple reasons. First of all, a key part of the tone of Cass Cain's batgirl is the grounded, low fantasy, 'street level' focus. Remember the one rule?
No costumed criminals. No supervillains. No wacky sci-fi shenanigans. Not because any of that stuff is bad - all of that stuff is great! But it's also antithetical to the smaller, more personal, more human stories that the Batgirl creative team was aiming for, stories like the one we saw in issue 2. But now that grounded tone is always going to have the specter of this random psychic wizard guy floating over it, making his presence known with every thought bubble and speech balloon.
Worse, Cass learning to speak was important. It meant something. Remember again how she was introduced:
Struggling, with her own effort, with Bab's help, making slow progress, but making progress, and making it together. This plot thread was the emotional and narrative backbone of the two Batgirls' relationship, and only four issues in Peterson and Puckett are throwing the entire plot in the garbage.
The writers will try to keep a version of it going with Cass still being unable to read, that doesn't carry half the weight of being unable to speak or understand words, which is probably why the writers very infrequently bother to bring it up, and it never gets a satisfying resolution - she learns to read off panel while evil from another wizard and once she's good again we just never speak of her as a disabled hero any more.
What I keep coming back to is that this is something Cass and Babs should have achieved together, not something hand-waved away by a wizard. If the writers decided that Cass being non-verbal was more trouble than it was worth and needed to be resolved quickly instead of agonizingly slowly over the course of her ongoing, then Cass & Babs should have found a believable breakthrough themselves.
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And while I'm treading dangerously close to 'fix it fic' territory, there was such an obvious break through they could have used right there that I can't help from bringing it up. Because if fictional mute human Cass has such a hard time learning to speakbecause her brain was trained to interpret gestures and movement instead of spoken words, well, there just so happens to a language communicated by gestures and movement instead of spoken words, one in common use by actual mute people right here in the real world.
Yeah, duh, right? Hell, we've already seen Cass using hand gestures to convey meaning in a sign-language-adjacent fashion in issue 2
And again here in issue 4
Just, like, have a scene where Barbara's had a frustrating teaching session with Cass, maybe she's complaining about it to Dick or someone while sitting around outside, and she happens to notice somebody signing and has a eureka moment. Or maybe Cass rescues someone who signs and they try to sign 'thank you', and Cass is able to understand them from context and body language and realizes the gestures are a way of talking and she just gets it, and then she can excitedly go to Babs, that works too, though I'd be more inclined to give the little victory realization moment to Babs since she gets so few victories in this book.
And of course Babs will already be fluent in ASL because that's something that would be believable even if it hasn't already been established somewhere that I don't know, and suddenly they start making progress quickly, knowing ASL can help her learn to at least understand more spoken words more quickly even if actually speaking stays awkward and difficult due to never training those muscles during her development. Breakthrough in one issue, Cass frantically learning signs and making progress faster progress understanding spoken words the next, and by two issues later you can have Cass talking in speech bubbles or narration boxes implicitly translated from sign to written English the way comics do for any other language.
Plus, you could have cute domestic scenes of the other Bats learning ASL to talk with Cass, the kind of thing that really would make her feel more like part of the Bat Family.
The fact that, as far as I can remember, the concept of sign language is never mentioned in Cass Cain's stories, in or out of her solo title, is the kind of thing that makes me think her original creators never thought of her inability to speak in terms of disability representation, because if they thought about actual mute humans even once while conceptualizing this 'mute hero who understands body language instead of the spoken word' then the way actual mute humans use a language spoken in body movements to communicate would have come up. Like, at all.
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Of course, I'm not the first to suggest Cass be fluent in ASL, as an alternative to psychic wizards or otherwise. It's a common enough fanon thing that it even has some pretty well reasoned push back:
Sure, Cass learning ASL super fast wouldn't be realistic, because yes, ASL is a lot more complicated than just pantomime gestures, it's an entire language, and learning any language would be an agonizingly slow process for someone who grew up without any. And yeah, ASL isn't one to one signs to English, so learning ASL wouldn't necessarily make learning to understand spoken English any faster or easier. Though I would counter that /part/ of Cass's difficulty learning to speak, separate from her brain's difficulty processing language, is that her audio processing wasn't trained to distinguish the particular sounds of speech and her mouth was never trained to produce them - this is referenced in this issue in that even though she can understand and think in english after the wizard changed her brain, she still can't speak it herself yet. Her brain would still have difficulty processing sign language, but her eyes and hands wouldn't have any trouble seeing and reproducing it.
But realism really isn't the important part here. The exact nature of Cass's disability is already tied up in her unrealistic upbringing and, for lack of any better terms, super powers. Those powers allowing Cass to pick up ASL unnaturally fast at least has some grounding within the unrealistic aspects that have already been established for her character - certainly more so than a random psychic guy just magicking spoken English into her brain. Because that's the alternative. If it were entirely up to me I would have preferred Cass continue to struggle with Babs' help as she slowly learns to communicate over the course of several years rather than all at once in issue 4. This hypothetical 'sign language communication breakthrough' proposal is based purely on the assumption that the writers had already decided wordless Cass was just too difficult.
And at least this would be Cass and Babs achieving communication together through their efforts - however arbitrarily abridged - rather than their core character driving plot line being magicked away.
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Geeze, looking back this post is very negative, and I don't like that. As much as I think this decision was completely wrong headed, as many issues as I take with Batgirl #4, it's still her original team in their prime, so there's still a lot nice to be said about it. This post is too long already, but I wanted to end off buy saying stuff I liked about the issue, and I don't want to spend a third post just on issue 4, so here's a lightning round of compliments.
The two panel spread of the psychic guy touching Cass's head and her martial arts turning into the word 'TALK' is so good. Like, I hate the storytelling move here, I hate what these pages mean for the narrative, but the execution is fantastic.
The transition between these scenes, where Bruce is devastated trying to tell Alfred about the video and Alfred's like 'you're bleeding, whatever it is you're worried about can wait' before Alfred sees the video, and then after compulsive parent Alfred is all focused on the little kid in the video while annoyed bruce is left to tend his wounds on his own? This is a cute little bit for both of these characters and it always makes me smile.
This whole page is great. Cass celebrating a successful mission by going out to do more work, the goofy smile and fist to the forehead 'hard headed' bit, Babs worrying over Cass, the level of clutter and detail on oracle's desk, the bricks and all. Babs balling her fist over the live mic to talk to Cass as she heads out. Those big boxy yellow pouches on Cass's belt - have I talked about how much I love those, and how important they are to the look of the costume? The way they break up the otherwise too much black with a nice spot of color in the middle, add some visible weight to what is otherwise a very ethereal and acrobatic character design. Anyway, just, this whole page, great stuff.
The contrast between effortlessly taking down multiple armed goons early in the issue, vs. her comedic, even cartoonishly goofy loss to the random mercenary lady after the psychic wizard magicked her body reading super power into talky words, leaving her effectively defenseless. That 'Oohf' face as she takes the first punch is hilarious. Also, hey, those pouches again.
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There's a lot more I like about this issue, but yeah, post too long already. Even if this team is doing things I don't agree with, they're still doing those things /well/. And it's not like anything done in this issue ruins Cass's character or book outright. It's a faltering step in a wrong direction, and sadly only the first of many, but in the mean time the stuff that's great is still great here. And the issue ends off promising some serious personal drama, both with Bruce leaving to confront David Cain and with Cass struggling to comprehend her first real defeat. I'm eager to get to that stuff, and leave my complaints about issue 4 behind.
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Mystrade Holiday Fic Update...
Oh my goodness! So many more fics have joined the collection! They run the gamut--sweet, poignant, flirty, heartwarming, fluffy, mysterious, sexy, funny. Please do go give them some love.
So Nice and Warm by @stlgeekgirl (rated G, 1783 words)
Summoned to the Diogenes Club, Greg reflects on the year and possibilities, while outside, the temperature drops and the snow piles up. Post S2
All Is Calm by @ewebie (rated T, 2,259 words)
Leaving the office in December, even with the short, dark days, had become a spot of joy in Mycroft’s life. The Lestrade house had holiday traditions and decorations and food and plans, and Mycroft had been adopted into all of them.
Happy Holidays from Mycroft and Greg by @lavenderandvanilla (rated G, 610 words)
Mycroft and Greg sit down to write their first joint Christmas Card.
A Holiday in Hiding by @eventhorizon451 (rated G, 5,249 words)
Seeing Anthea filling your office doorway on Christmas day is not for the weak of heart. Nor is the news that Mycroft Holmes is missing. It's on Greg, now, to find him and set Anthea's worries to rest...
Epiphany by @lavenderandvanilla (rated G, 468 words)
Last Christmas Greg Lestrade separated from his wife for good. The holidays now have become a time to be endured. Mycroft Holmes wishes only to help his friend, any way he can.
Christmas Jumper Day by @littlefluffycloudsao3 (rated G, 567 words)
Greg’s strong preference for Christmas is to do very little, very late. Most years that works out just fine — he capably meets the low expectations he’s set over his adult life. This year, both his division’s Christmas fundraiser and last minute decisions about his first Christmas with Mycroft disrupt his well-honed strategy.
So Much More by @starkraivennemad (rated G, 2,700 words)
Words were said and Mycroft Holmes sat in absolutely the last place he expected to be late on Christmas Eve.
The last he wanted to be on Christmas Day, but he was.
It was the last refuge for those who had nowhere else to go yet could not be to be totally alone.
Especially in late December during the holidays.
And Mycroft Holmes found himself still there on Boxing Day.
The Diogenes Club.
Sliver Light by @aworldofgoldfish (rated T, 2,166 words)
It's the small things. It's always the small things. Mycroft sees his ideas of what makes his life good change as he realises that small unimportant titbits turn big and significant when spent with Greg.
After all, they are the things he can change and enjoy with the man he loves.
Any and all Mystrade holiday fics written this season are encouraged to join the collection.
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Drabblecember - Snowed In
pairing: Natalie x Roman Roy
summary: for the first time in a long time, the pair have a day off from work
word count: 567
author's note: why did it take me this long to even realize I hadn't written anything for Roman yet 😭😭 he's one of my mains how could I forget him????
A curtain of snow enveloped the city and turned the air around it white. It was difficult to look through it but if you squinted hard enough, you could see whatever was hidden behind the snow.
Roman, still in his pajamas, flipped through the news channels for the weather, “Fuck, is no one talking about this?”
“I mean, if you look outside, you can see it pretty well.” Natalie said without looking up from her phone, “Besides, you're doing it the old people way, I can just look it up online.”
He shot her a glare, “Shush, you.”
“Make me.” She shoved her phone in his face and smirked, “Look, this shit is going to go on all day. Told you I'd find it faster.”
Roman groaned and leaned his head on the back of the couch, “Ugh, perfect. Of course the weather is pure shit all day as soon as I'm swamped with work.”
She fixed her glasses, “Maybe we won't have to go in?”
He let out a high pitched giggle, “Please, a snow day? What are we, eight years old and in second grade? Besides, it'll be a cold day in hell when Waystar cares about its employees.”
“That's a lawsuit waiting to happen.” Natalie joked.
“That's just our entire company, baby.” He replied, cringing a bit at the attempted pet name.
She finally put her phone down for the first time that morning, “Did…Did you just call me ‘baby’?”
Roman sputtered, “What? No! Fuck you!” His phone started ringing, “Shut up, I'm getting a call. Shush!”
“I didn't even-” Hers started to ring too, making her forget what she was going to say.
They answered their phone calls, both ignoring the other and the TV so they could hone in on the automated voice message that they got. The robotic fake nice voice alerted them that due to the weather, Waystar Royco felt that it would be too dangerous for their treasured employees to come to work that day. So, as a result, the building would be closed until the next morning when the weather is assumed to have subsided.
Once the message was finished playing, Natalie turned to Roman with a sly expression, “I guess we're both eight and in second grade today, Rome.”
“Shove it.” He threw his phone on the cushion, making it bounce slightly.
She grabbed the remote and shut the TV off, growing bored with all the politics and talk of the weather outside, “Come on, let's do something fun today. It's cold and I have no one else to keep me warm.”
“Then grab a sweater.”
“You are such a douchebag.”
Roman sighed, a smile finally forming on his face, “Oh, my heart, how can I refuse you?”
He beckoned her over and Natalie scooched over closer to him, pulling her knees up to her chest, “I don't know, you were kind of an asshole to me.”
“Fuck me! Do you want me to warm you up or not?”
“I do!” She finally sat close enough for him to wrap his arm around her shoulders.
He pulled her close and chuckled. For the rest of their impromptu day off, they stayed curled up on the couch watching the snow slowly fall from out the window. They both silently wished this weather would never let up so they could have the excuse to stay like this for longer.
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20 questions for fic writers
tagged by the lovely @starrybouquet 💜
1. how many works do you have on Ao3? twenty-three (counting the tiny ones)
2. what's your total Ao3 word count? i almost never look at the stats page. it says 101,051. there's more on my gdrive... definitely more... there has to be.
3. what fandoms do you write for? stargate sg1 sam/jack ... and some unpublish rpf that we won't get into... 👀
4. what are your top five fics by kudos? they're all pretty close tbh.
Losing Touch WIP (M, Stargate, S/J, 35k) 690 kudos
Closing the Distance (E, Stargate, S/J, 4k) 568 kudos
Better or Right (E, Stargate, S/J, 20k) - 567 kudos
Setting the Mood (E, Stargate, S/J, 6k) - 432 kudos
Desire (E, Stargate, S/J, 4k) - 407 kudos (which beats out Perfectly Explainable by a whole 2 kudos 😆)
5. do you respond to comments? yes, eventually i do! they always make me smile. of course if you're enough of a dickhead with a bad attitude you might even get a particularly snarky reply if you catch me on an unforgiving day. 🙃
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? that's got to be Grief and Loss/Loss and Regret (E, Stargate, S/J, 4k) which has ALL the feels bad content. 😬
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? i think most of them have a happy ending... (that's what she said). maybe Better or Right or Better Than Ice Cream.
8. Do you get hate on fics? no, most people are pretty nice and reasonable. there's maybe a handful of entitled "update!" comments that have rubbed me the wrong way.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? lol. yes. LISTEN. if AT says "i called him sir... i think he liked it" then in that train of thought is practically cannon amirite? 😅
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? no, but if i did it would be in the same cannon of the show (sg atlantis or sg universe).
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? no. i don't think so. sounds awful.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated? not that i know of... 🤷♀️
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? nope. i think the closest to that would be a group trope challenge.
14. What’s your all time favorite ship? sam/jack stargate sg1 is my opt forever and always.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? um how even dare you. the level of sheer audacit--losing touch. sigh. it's just so long is this thing. and so sad too. i don't have it in me to put my brain into that level of sadness for so long. also i feel grossly incapable of long form fics, they are just such a marathon. i am a one shot girl through and through. but I do hope i finish it! that's still the goal. 🤞
16. What are your writing strengths? funny. or funny-sexy.
17. What are your writing weaknesses? ... longform fics. or action. action sequences are HARD.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? i'd be so impressed with myself if i pulled that off.
19. First fandom you wrote for? stargate sg1 sam/jack.
20. Favorite fic you’ve written? that's hard. losing touch has chapters and parts that i really love. although Perfectly Explainable still makes me laugh. i might have smiled the most writing that one.
I am so very out of touch with tumblr fandom, sorry fam, so i'll tag @sharim28 and @formerdetective and literally anyone who finds this across their dash. thanks for thinking of me @starrybouquet!
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(@mortician-filia)
— Good morning, Master. I've been reading some books at the mansion's library in my free time, and while learning about humans, I learned they celebrate their birth days... I'm not certain if these kind of things are done by our species, but today it's the best day to try, I think...
The blue-haired girl hands Hell a singular gray rose, reminiscent of her most favorite color lately, as well as she perks up at him and smiles softly.
— It is said that gifts are given to the celebrated person, so I've brought this rose.. I must admit it's not the best present I could think of, but.. It's also celebrated with dessert, so I've prepared a cake too, hoping that the taste is of your liking.
— My apologies, this all sounds a little childish, but... I think it's... Nice, to cherish Master's life o this specific day. It is a yearly tradition, so.. If you like it, then I would gladly remember this date everytime it comes around... —She spoke with a gentle blush as her gaze inevitably shifted away from the tall man.
— ... Happy birthday, Master.
(Admin: OKAY I'M NOT LATE RIGHT? 🏃 I'M SORRY I WANTED TO DRAW SMTH BUT MY SCHEDULE IS FULL WRAAAH ANYWAYS HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAR KING!! ❤️)
—Good morning Tomoky. —The king was reading some documents while drinking wine as usual, he raised his gaze to see his servant, paying attention to her words. He smiled at first, as he was happy for her, knowing she read books from his library without asking for permission gave him joy. However, as soon as he heard the word "birthday", his expression turned confused, even more when she gave him the rose. —Birthday...?
The king grabbed the flower and looked at it carefully. "So, it is today, huh?" He thought. His smile had faded away, but he was receiving Tomoky's presents thankfully. The king rose from his chair and walked slowly towards the windows, reflective, the vampire was looking at the sky in silence.
—Thank you for the presents. Actually, our traditions are a bit different, the dessert thing is not something we do, although it is something that was brought by vampires who were humans before. There's only one detail... I am not used to celebrate my birthday, it is a day to be celebrated with family and I don't have any. Besides, I am incredibly old, thousands of years old, I remember my birthday once every hundred of years, sometimes I forget my birthday for a thousand years. What is the different between being 11 567 years old and being 11 600 years old? —The man turned to see his servant, he approached her and put a hand on her head. —But thank you, I appreciate this. —said with a gentle voice and a sweet smile.
#ask#◢【🌌】 nɪx#hell bloodborne#happy birthday hell 2023#interaction#oc#nix#blood king#mortician filia#◢【“the king's servant”】#((it's not late at all!))#((we'll be doing this for the rest of the week so cheer him up!))#((please cheer him up don't let him be sad))#((forbbid it to him if necessary))
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PoliZ’s WIP Update - 11 Oct 2023
A less-than average week as Real Life took center stage. I touched 3 fics (2 WIPs & 1 new works) for a total of 1954 words.
On Ao3, I posted:
An A-maze-ing Afternoon Together - established Stephen/Tony fluff ficlet
Lessons Learned - a Sam/Clint meet-cute ficlet.
Tony Stark Bingo Mark VII - September Round Robin - post-Avengers Tony/Bruce friends to maybe something more.
A Sign of the (Sexy) Times - WinterPepperony silly, sexy ficlet (no actual smut)
I have 18 semi-active WIPs 😬 with my current deadlines being the Sam Wilson Bingo that wraps on Oct 15, the Halloween Horror Bingo and the the Fictober/ Flufftober/ Whumptober prompt challenges that all wrap at the end of the month.
See below cut for what I’m working on/planning to work on - arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc. As always, feel free to send me prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding any of these projects or any other WIPs I’ve got out there. Interaction really helps feed the Muse and keep me motivated!
Seek & Destroy Collab
After reading @psychiccatpanda‘s amazing Morguna and the Green Queen, I got the itch to explore the Soldier’s POV and talked Faustie into collab’ing with me! We’re working on a new part of the series, and I’ve contributed about 900 words towards the 2500-ish we have so far. Going to see if I can squeeze any of my BBB squares into this fic.
Sam Wilson Bingo [SWB_R3] (Ends 15 Oct 2023)
I have eight fills and zero WIPs - targeting a Column G bingo and perhaps one more fill before the bingo wraps up.
* B4 - Natasha Romanoff - Maybe add on to my Card Sharks drabble, where SamNat & Steve conspire to create a polycule with Bucky? This idea crosses over nicely with my BBB KINK: Seduction mission square and maybe I can squish a Fictober or Flufftober prompt in here.
* G2 - Teacher/Teacher AU - Posted Lessons Learned on Monday - a No Powers AU FalconHawk meet (mostly) cute ficlet that crossed over with Flufftober Day 9 “: "I wouldn't do that if I were you.” and came in at 414 words.
* G4 - Adopting a Pet - posted a moodboard for this where Joaquin brings a stray cat home and Sam and Bucky (pretend to) disapprove. Shout out to @hannahshattuck3121 for the assist on the Joaquin pics!
Halloween Horror Bingo - [HHB_23] (Ends 31 Oct 2023)
Just signed up for this event, hosted by @halloweenhorrorbingo. After picking three horror films, you get a 3x3 card (with 3 alternates) with prompts based on those films.
* B1 - Dealing with Extreme Cold - seems like a good match with my BBB Cold and or SVB Last Resort square along with Whumptober: Thermometer & Fictober "It's not too late, let's go."
* ALT1 - There’s something under the bed - Finished up A Hairy Situation - WinterHawk Werewolf AU that’s coming in at a nice, round 2200 words and crosses over with my BBB "This might as well happen" square. Targeting to post on Friday the 13th. 😁
Fictober/Flufftober/Whumptober - [FFWtober_23] (Ends 31 Oct 2023)
I’m lumping these three prompt challenges together as I plan on mixing and matching with a goal of using at least four prompts from each list by the end of the month for a total of 12 prompts. I’m a little behind at only three used so far, but we’ll see what the rest of the month brings!
* Whumptober Day 2: Thermometer see HHB Dealing with Extreme Cold
* Fictober Day 3: "Okay, show me." see SWB Joaquin Torres above.
* Flufftober Day 6. Corn Maze - posted An A-maze-ing Afternoon Together (fluffy IronStrange established relationship ficlet) on Friday. It crossed over with my TSB Tony/Stephen square and came in at 451 words.
* Fictober Day 9: "I wouldn't do that if I were you." See SWB Teacher/Teacher AU.
* Fictober Day 12: "I'm not saying I didn't like it." Wrote up a short Chapter 2 to Caught By the Rain and Blinded by the Lightning as a crossover with my TSB Pairing: Tony/Thor square. It came in at 567 words and will post on Thursday.
* Fictober Day 24: [melting emoji] - combine with TSB "Get back in bed!" Tony has a fever and won’t listen to his partner. Maybe throw in a little Whumptober too?
* Fictober Day 27: "I don't know if they will accept this." - This could be a fun combo with TSB T2 - KINK: Cock-blocking 'bots.
WinterIron Bingo - [WIB_R1] (Ends 16 Dec 2023)
I have sixteen fills completed and two WIPs for this brand-new bingo event that I’m helping mod! Along with crossfilling against my other bingos, I’m going to try to combine my B column squares for the Iron Soldier badge (complete a bingo with a single work). – Alpha Tony Stark, “That was not my intention.”, James Rhodes, Alpine loves Tony and Blind date. (Tony POV remix of A Sugar Coated Pill?)
* N1 - Bucharest – I think I can fold this into a future chapter of My Love is Vengeance - where a young!Tony and a recovering!Bucky have been kidnapped by Hydra, who still thinks Bucky is the Soldier.
* G2 - Eye contact during sex - This will come into play in Chapter 6 of A Sugar-Coated Pill, where Bucky figures out what making love really means, with Tony’s help. It’s crossing over with BBB KINK: Gentle Sex and is up to 830 words.
* G4 - AU: College Students – looking to expand Beaten to the Punch with some backstory on Bucky and Tony as science camp counselors to fit with this square - will also cross over with my WFB Volunteering Together square.
* O5 - Gentle – use this poem as inspiration?
Stucky’Verse Bingo Round 1 - [SVB_R1] (Ends 22 Dec)
Eleven fills, two WIPs and a couple of ideas.
* A1 - Harem - crossover with CABB Secret/Forbidden Relationship - Bucky and shrimpy!Steve are both concubines - they love each other more than their lord. I poked at this a little for 71 words.
* A4 - Fairy Tale Curse - this seems custom-made for a continuation of Beyond the Beast😁 Nothing written yet, other than some Vague Ideas.
* C3 - FREE - Need to find a good match for Chapter 2 of Half of the Flesh and Blood That Makes Me Whole - a Bucky POV remix of at least the first part of Take What Was Wrong (And Make it Right), which is current sitting at 52 words. I’m expecting at least one more chapter, possibly two, depending on how far I want to take the remix.
* C5 - Last Resort - see HHB Dealing with Extreme Cold
Bucky Barnes Bingo - [BBB_R5] (Ends 10 Jan 2024)
I’ve got eleven fills, four WIPs, and a couple more Vague ideas.
* B2 - KINK: Seduction Mission - might add a new chapter to Card Sharks - where Sam/Natasha and Steve finish what they started to get Bucky onboard for a poly partnership.
* B5 - Cold - see HHB Dealing with Extreme Cold
* U1 - Never the fall that kills you - I’ve got a WinterIron hanahaki fic idea for this that I might play with or check against Whumptober prompts
* U3 - Fireplace - Working on a 1980′s No Powers WinterIron fic set at a ski lodge where Tony’s being wooed by poetry and love letters that Bucky wrote to someone else. Started poking at this as a crossover with a Love Letters prompt and it’s sitting at 129 words.
* C2 - Yelena Belova– The plan is to use this prompt in the next chapter of Peresmešnik, (aka Three Avengers and a Baby), which is currently sitting at 1303 words (600-ish of which are mine).
* C5 - Marriage of Convenience/Pretend Couple - next chapter of Lady Natasha’s Consort and Lord Steve’s Companion. Got a spark of an idea the other day that might get me a bit further on this fic.
* K3 - Magic - Aro!Bucky healing with a kiss idea?
* Y1 - Gentle Sex – In-progress Chapter 6 of Sugar-Coated Pill- see WIB Eye Contact During Sex.
* Y3 - Alpine - see WIB Iron Soldier combo.
* Y4 - Forgotten Things - using this for Chapter 4 of You Can’t Stop It With a Gun - it’s sitting at 116 words at the moment.
* Y5 - "This might as well happen" - see HHB Alt1
* May Adopted - Insomnia - finally got this filled with The Dead of Night, which also filled a Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF211 An Old Friend] along with my JBB FREE square. It came in at 317 words and will post to Ao3 before this event ends.
* August Adopted: Take the Shot - sounds like a WinterHawk fic to me… maybe cross over with JBB Touch-starved? Whumptober/Fictober possibilities as well.
Tony Stark Bingo Round 7 - [TSB_R7] (ends 15 Feb)
Thirteen fills and one WIPs, with a couple of ideas in play.
* S1 - Galaxy - possibly use in final chapter of Never More to Go Astray ?
* S2 - KINK: Multiple Orgasms - Posted A Sign of the (Sexy)Times this morning - 425 words of a WinterPepperony not-quite-smutfic (fade to black before actual sex, but there is Sexual Content) thanks to a NSFW shitpost over in the WinterIron Discord server (and @rebelmeg’s awesome commentary).
* S3 - Pairing: Tony/Thor - see Fictober Day 12 above.
* T2 - KINK: Cock-blocking 'bots - see Fictober Day 27 above
* T3 - A pairing you've never done - @SomeSortofItalianRoast and I are looking at collabing on a Steve/Tony/Scott fic - possibly throw in a Flufftober/Fictober prompt?
* T5 - Shawarma - possible crossover with SAUB Canon Divergence – Battle of New York-related?
* A2 - KINK: Concubine - possible crossover with SAUB Gentle Dom
* A5 - Building your friends - used this for the Tony Stark Bingo Mark VII - September Round Robin - contributed 395 words to the overall fic.
* R1 - Animal Transformation - DemonPanda shared a fun prompt on the WIB server - Tony as a short-haired werewolf who needs to cuddle his pack members for warmth.
* R5 - Doppelganger/Evil Twins - The Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF214 Broken Mirror] got me at least a good start on the idea I’ve been playing with for this square. I posted NamNori on Tumblr and have a general idea of how I want to build on it to also fill my SAUB AU: Crack square. It’s currently sitting at 360 words.
* K2 - "Get back in bed!" - see Fictober Day 24 above
* September Adopted: Tony/Stephen - see Flufftober Day 6 above
Stony AUniverse Bingo [SAUB_R1] (ends 15 Feb)
Another brand-new bingo I’m helping co-mod! Six fills, three WIPs and several crossover ideas already!
* S1 - Edging - Filled this with Ringing in the New, where Tony makes a suggestion to improve/change up their love life. It’s a crossover with a Flash Fiction Friday prompt: How Do You Use ‘It’? and came in at 324 words - I will post it to Ao3 before the event is over.
* S2 - AU: Crack - see TSB Doppelganger/Evil Twins
* S3 - AU: Wings - see SVB FREE square
* S5 - Accidental Baby Acquisition - see BBB Yelena Belova
* T1 - AU: Fantasy - CoffeeOwl shared a really cool dragon!Steve/indebted!Tony prompt in the ACB Discord server that I may be playing with for this.
* T4 - AU: Canon Divergence - see TSB Shawarma above.
* N2 - Mutual Pining - crossover with CABB Royal Knight?
* N3 - Gentle Dom - see TSB KINK: Concubine above
* Y4 - AU: Soulmates - @chrissihr posted a cool idea about Animated soulmarks, where only your SM sees your mark move - may try to do something with this!
Captain (America) Bottom Bingo - Round 2 [CABB] (ends 28 Feb 2024)
I signed up for a 3x3 card for this bingo and have four fills, one WIPs and a couple of crossover ideas.
* A2 - Secret/Forbidden Relationship - see SVB Harem
* B3 - Royal Knight - see SAUB Mutual Pining.
Post July Break Bingo [JBB_23p] (Ends Apr 2024)
@julybreakbingo is running another event to tide participants over with a 2x3 non-fandom-specific card - I got mine earlier this week and am checking it over for potential crossovers.
* A1 - “It’s you. It’s always been you.” - This might fit in with my TSB Doppelgangers/Evil Twins fill NamNori above :: ponders::
* B1 - Ask the neighbor if they know why your apartment is haunted - I gotta do something with this for Spooky Month - maybe combine with TSB Old Ghosts or something off my HHB card :: ponders::
* B2 - Character’s personality is split into two different beings – I’ve never played with Bucky & the Soldier being two different people, but this seems like the perfect opportunity! Will see what might be a good crossover on BBB or WIB (or even SVB)
* C1 - Touch Starved – another good fit for a Bucky-centric fic. (Steve or Tony or Clint) possibly crossover with BBB Take the shot?
Warm and Fluffy Bingo - [WFB] (no end date)
I got my card from @warmandfluffybingocards back in February but really haven’t done much with it - however, I’m picking it back up for some crossover possibilities!
* O5 - Volunteering Together – see WIB AU: College Students
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Happiness is a nice, warm shower
Summary
When Greg comes home from work, he has the pleasure of finding Mycroft under the shower. As he joins him for a nice moment, things turn... cold.
Notes
Mystrade Monday 1.0 #10 - “If you use up all the hot water again, I swear to god! You’re on the couch for a month!!”
@mystradepromptsandscenarios
On Ao3
Rating G - 567 words
As Mycroft enjoyed the warm water running over his body, he heard the front door open and Greg calling, "Mycroft! I'm home! Are you there?"
He replied in a loud voice, "In the bathroom. Under the shower."
By the time he had finished rinsing the last of the soap from his skin, Greg's silhouette loomed behind the misty window of the shower stall.
His lover asked quietly, "How long have you been here?"
Mycroft, not wanting to admit that he had been enjoying the warm water for more than twenty minutes, replied vaguely, "Not too long."
"May I join you? I could use a shower myself."
Mycroft replied in a playful tone, "Absolutely, you're just in time to wash my back."
Greg chuckled and sighed ostentatiously as he began to undress, "If I had known I was coming home from work to have to work again, I would have stayed there."
Then he stepped into the shower and Mycroft smiled as the first thing Greg did was plant a soft kiss on his lips. Then he grabbed the loofah and said softly, "Let me help you."
Turning off the tap, he made Mycroft turn over and rub his back for a few moments before rinsing him off.
When Mycroft's back was free of soap, he turned and, taking the loofah from Greg's hands, said, "Now it's your turn."
He put some of the shower gel back into the loofah and began to rub it over Greg's body. Several sighs of pure bliss escaped his lover's mouth as Mycroft lathered his entire body.
Then he put the loofah down and poured some shampoo into his hands to wash his hair, eliciting new sighs of pleasure. He turned the shower back on and helped Greg rinse off.
Together they enjoyed the gentle spray of warm water on their bodies as Mycroft leaned forward and kissed Greg on the neck, smiling at the shiver he caused on his lover's skin.
They stayed like that for a few moments, neither of them trying to warm things up. It was as if desire was vibrating, humming between them. A prelude to later.
They shared a long, deep kiss and didn't immediately notice that the water had begun to get cold. When suddenly a shiver ran through Greg's body that had nothing to do with desire, it brought him back to reality.
He stepped back, quickly turned off the water and, looking suspiciously at Mycroft, asked, "Mycroft, tell me the truth, how long had you been in the shower when I arrived?"
Mycroft, looking embarrassed, replied in a low voice, "Er... twenty minutes."
Greg stepped out of the shower, grabbed the towels and handed one to Mycroft who had followed him. As they dried, he grumbled, "If you use up all the hot water again, I swear to god! You're on the couch for a month!!"
Although the slight quivering of his lips made Greg's words a little less threatening, Mycroft said nothing and merely nodded in response.
When they were dry, they went to bed and Mycroft pulled Greg into his arms and held him close. He whispered in his ear, "Let me make it up to you?"
Greg, warmed again by Mycroft's arms, chuckled softly and replied in a challenging tone, "Do your best."
And Mycroft did his best.
So much so that they had to take another shower much later.
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Still not beta'd
Still not my native language
Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰
Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝
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Here are the fics I posted for aro week, all nice and orderly for your easy access:
"Title [with link]," fandom - aro character(s) (and nonaro character) - word count
"Maybe Just a Best Friend," Welcome to the Table - Florida (and Loui) - 567
"Someone to Love," Boy Meets World - Shawn (and Cory) - 642
"Farm and Own Guns," WttT - Illinois - 215
"Full of Love," Percy Jackson - Piper - 256
"The Beginning of Something New," WttT - Coast Guard and Greg - 769
"The Aro Siblings," Ninjago - Nya and Kai - 837
"Normal is Overrated," WttT - Nevada (and Utah) - 389
I wrote most of this within the space of, like, half an hour at most, so that's why they're short and, well, not my most polished work. (Sorry, aro week crept up on me haha.) But y'know, oh well! I put effort in and I think they're half decent, and god knows there needs to be more aro rep in fanfics, so I'm trying to help out with that. Hope y'all enjoy, and happy arospec week!
#aromantic#aromantic awareness week#aro week#fanfic#wttt#wttt fanfic#wttt florida#wttt floui#wttt illinois#wttt coast guard#wttt greg#wttt nevada#boy meets world#shawn hunter#percy jackon and the olympians#piper mclean#ninjago#ninjago kai#ninjago nya
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Against All Odds
Part 567
McCoy
Scotty was right. McCoy knew deep down he’d be unhappy in some way he’d never understand if he had never come to the school and met Scotty. He’d be unfulfilled and unsatisfied.
“No path to love is ever without its bumps mo ghràdh,” Scotty said as he stroked McCoy’s cheek.
McCoy let out a huff of air. “More like mountains in this case.”
Scotty let out a giggle next to him. “Aye, but it should be mostly smooth sailing from here.”
“Sailing? I thought we were on a mountain path?” A smile came back to McCoy’s face.
Even in the dark McCoy could tell Scotty rolled his eyes.
“Go to sleep ye numpty. And stop blaming yerself. Everything could have turned out much worse.”
McCoy pulled Scotty closer and kissed him before settling back and closing his eyes.
“Love you,” he whispered.
Love ye too.” He heard the words whispered back.
He woke first in the morning. The sky was dark with heavy clouds. A stormy sky. McCoy was glad that at least the day before had been nice for Robbie to take Leah to the lake.
Everything from the evening before came back as McCoy thought of Robbie and Leah. He still felt a pang that it was all his fault. Scotty’s words drifted through his mind. How much different or worse could everything have been if he hadn’t come to the school? Would Khan have tried different methods? Would he have gone as far as killing someone?
McCoy gave a shiver. Was his coming to the school the best of all possible options? He’d never truly know. He just had to trust that he was supposed to be there.
He looked at Scotty’s sleeping face and something twisted in his chest. Yes, Scotty had been kidnapped and hurt because of McCoy. And the same with Robbie. But could he have lived a life- really lived- if he had never met Scotty? Would he have always been missing something?
What would his future have been without the school? Would he have ever had the courage to speak up about not wanting to be king? Would he have pushed Jocelyn away in her advances?
McCoy shivered with disgust. He wanted nothing to do with Jocelyn before and still didn’t.
He reached a hand over and ran it across Scotty’s forehead, brushing back some hair. Gently he placed a kiss on his fiancé, and slowly a smile came to McCoy’s face. He wouldn’t trade Scotty’s love away for anything in the galaxy.
Scotty had band practice after breakfast. McCoy had seen the look Scotty had given Robbie as he got up to head for the music room. He wanted to be with his little brother. Robbie had come to breakfast with Keenser and had not spoken much the whole meal.
“Robbie?” McCoy was behind him as they left the dining hall.
“Yeah?” Robbie asked as he stopped and turned.
McCoy’s hand moved out to rest on the younger boy's shoulder, but stopped halfway, before dropping to his side again.
“You really alright this morning?” McCoy studied Robbie’s face. His face was tired, but not from a lack of sleep.
Robbie shrugged.
“Uh, sometimes if I wake in the middle of the night, when I get to sleep again, that’s when I have nightmares. Even if I took a pill,” McCoy said quickly. “Just, you should know. I think it happens to Scotty sometimes too.”
“Ok. Thanks Leonard.” Robbie gave him a weak smile.
“Do you want to do something? Go play cards or something?” McCoy offered.
“I was going to call Leah actually,” Robbie said. “I went to sleep before we could talk last night.” His cheeks colored. “She was a bit worried.”
“Alright. Tell her hi. If you get done and want to do something, just let me know.”
Robbie nodded at him. “Thanks.”
McCoy stood for another moment before heading for the lounge.
Part 568
Robbie
It had been a horrible night. Even though Robbie had been able to sleep a lot, he had missed Leah beside him. He wanted to hold her, to feel her close.
Scotty had been there when he fell asleep, Keenser when he woke up. It was good to know that people were there for him, however, it wasn't the same. No one could help him the way Leah did.
That was the reason why he had to call her after breakfast. He had told her the day before that he'd call after dinner, but after the incident with Jim, he hadn't gotten a chance.
In the morning there had been several worried messages on his PADD from the princess. He had written that he'd call her. And he would.
"Robbie, are you okay?"
It was the first thing Leah asked, concern written all over her bonnie face. Robbie sighed, not knowing what to answer.
"I... Hey, mo chridhe. I... I'm not sure," he finally admitted and Leah's worry seemed to grow even more.
"What happened?"
That was his love. Always able to tell that something must have happened to make Robbie act like that.
"I... had a panic attack. Last evening."
His voice was merely a whisper. But Leah still heard it and her eyes widened in shock.
"What?! How? Why?"
Sighing heavily, Robbie leaned the back of his head against the wall.
He still felt Jim's hand wrapped around his wrist. The spot was cold as ice.
"Jim... he tried to stop me and grabbed my wrist and suddenly... it was all there again."
He felt tears in his eyes and tried to blink them away, but failed miserably. Slowly, they broke free.
"I saw the things that... happened aboard the ship. I... I saw it all."
"Robbie, oh sweetheart, I... I'm sorry."
Robbie could tell that Leah would have loved to jump through the screen to hold him tight, if it had been possible. But she was far away.
Her concern quickly turned to anger and she ran a hand through her hair.
"Jim, that stupid idiot!"
"Leah..."
"How could he touch you just like that?! He-"
"He couldn't have known," Robbie protested, trying to protect his friend.
"He knows that you were kidnapped! He should have known!"
"But he couldn't. I... I didn't tell them all the details after all."
Maybe it could have been prevented, if he had told his friends about what had happened to him. But... it was just so hard to talk about these things.
"Still, he should have been more careful."
Robbie remembered how Jim had apologized earlier. He had looked so embarrassed. He probably felt very guilty.
"He will be. Trust me."
Leah nodded and touched her pendant, causing Robbie's to blink.
"I just want to be with you."
A thick lump formed in the Scotsman's throat when he heard his girlfriend's words.
"Aye. Me too."
The winter break was so close, yet still it seemed like ages had to pass for them to meet again.
"Is everyone taking care of you?"
Robbie nodded.
"Aye, Scotty stayed with me last evening and Keenser was here when I woke up. And Leonard told me that we could spend some time together after our call."
A smile formed on Leah's lips.
"That sounds just like Lenny."
"He told me to say hi," Robbie added quickly.
"Tell him hi back."
They talked some more before Leah had to leave for a meeting. Robbie stayed in his room for a moment longer, not ready yet to meet people. He needed a few minutes, then he'd go see Leonard.
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I posted 324 times in 2022
That's 8 more posts than 2021!
107 posts created (33%)
217 posts reblogged (67%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
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@fly-you-dam-fools
@parkdatjimin
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I tagged 66 of my posts in 2022
#bts fic - 10 posts
#bts fluff - 10 posts
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#emoji empress visits 🙇♀️ - 8 posts
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#bts imagines - 8 posts
#bts imagine - 7 posts
#jin fluff - 6 posts
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#bts seokjin - 5 posts
Longest Tag: 123 characters
#sigh i sometimes wish i wasn’t as nice as i was… i did something for absolutely no reason because what i did wasn’t noticed
My Top Posts in 2022:
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⟭⟬ bangtan high masterlist
✩ about me
♡ for the wifeys
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#4
Winter Bear
word count: 567
genre: fluff
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“Come here bear.” Tae calls out when he sees his love pouting on the reading chair. Her eyes had been on him since the moment she sat down to watch him fiddle around with his Nintendo. She was waiting until he finished, so she could cuddle deep into his soft embrace.
The blanket draped around Zee’s shoulders drops to the chair as she jumps up to her feet. She practically runs over to him in excitement, though her expression only shows her fatigue.
“Are you tired, my bear?” He asks softly. When she is in reach, he reaches out with his hand and holds her smaller hand in his own.
“Mmmhm.” She hums out, her eyes closing slowly and opening even slower.
“Come here.” He says, patting the bed beside him. Zee crawls onto the bed slowly, guided by Tae’s hands. “Put your head on my chest.” He says, cupping her cheek, sending a swipe of his thumb over her cheekbone.
“Mmokay.” She mumbles before laying herself gently into his embrace. “Comfy chest.” Zee mutters as her head presses against his soft bare skin.
Tae doesn’t say anything, he just admires his love. Her soft green eyes lost in a daze as her finger traces over the skin of his stomach. “Can I sing to you?” He asks.
“Please.” Zee says, her hand lays flat on his tummy as she waits for his singing to begin. The coldness of her hands make his stomach twitch, it tickles the skin there and makes the short hairs stand up. She giggles lightly as she can see the goosebumps start to rise and take form. “Cute.” She says, rubbing her finger over his tummy.
“You’re the cute one.” Tae says, taking a strand of her hair in between his fingers.
Zee looks up at him with loved filled eyes. “Sing now?” She smiles when Tae sends her a little nod.
“She looks like a blue parrot,” he begins, “Would you come fly to me?”
Zee’s head turns into the skin of his chest to hide her reddening cheeks. The song was her favourite, especially since she found out Taehyung had written it for her.
“I want some good day, good day, good day,
Good day, good day,
Looks like a winter bear,”
He emphasizes the lyrics by gliding his fingers over her jawline. She blushes deeper and hides herself deeper into his skin.
“You sleep so happily,
I wish you good night, good night, good night
Good night, good night.”
Zee slides her head softly down his chest and down onto his soft little tummy.
“Imagine you face,
Say hello to me,
‘Til all the bad days,
They’re nothing to me,
With you,”
Zee presses a peck onto his skin. The sensitive skin of his tummy twitch at the sweet sensation.
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#3
Back Hugs Galore
Jimin
Word Count: 1.1k
Genre: Fluff
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Nani sighs as she exits the elevator, she turns and heads down the hall to her apartment. Like most days, the day was long and exhausting. Her feet were aching as they carried her down the never ending hallway. Her large tote bag was weighing her right side down making her walk slower than she wished. All she wanted at the moment was to crawl into bed and cry the stress of the day away.
She had to go into the school early to have a meeting with parents who had concerns with the marks that had been recently sent out. Those parents were incredibly stubborn and wouldn't leave until Nani said that she would change the mark... which of course she wasn't going to do unless the child started to show improvement. But of course the parents didn't like that, but they had finally left after an hour when the bell rang. This led to Nani running down the halls to pick up her photocopied pages before collecting her kids from outside.
Unfortunately the day didn't end there, three kids had hurt themselves during recess, one kid threw up all over themself and their friend which led to them both going home. The fire alarm got pulled during craft time, she had to lead fifteen gluey children who were wearing large paint shirts (dresses) out of the class and into the schoolyard. Which was no easy task when one of the girls got her hair glued around the door handle.
Then at the end of the eventful day Nani had to coach the junior girls basketball game after losing a pencil draw. Ashley, the other kindergarten teacher, was going to get yelled at for missing a day of work and missing her team's game.
Unfortunately Nani's normal hours of 8:30-3:45 turned into 7:15-5:15. She was beyond exhausted, and the whole time while walking down the hall she was debating just dropping the tote bag and using it as a pillow so she could have a nap before getting into her apartment. When she finally sees her door she does an eye roll of relief, finally she was home.
When she reaches the door she reaches into her pocket and grabs out the lanyard of keys, she jiggles it around until she finds the silver key to the door. When she finds it she sticks it in and quickly turns it to the left expecting the loud click of the lock but it never comes. Nani sighs, in her rush out the door this morning she must have forgotten to lock the door. She pulls her keys out and pushes the door wide open.
Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, a strong smell of something being baked wafts through the doorway. She walks into her apartment looking curiously at the shoes on her mat. Though she had never seen these shoes before she could tell who they belonged to. The heels were a dead give away that it was her 'short' boyfriend.
"Jiminie?" She calls out hoping he would run to her and whisk her up into his arms and carry her around for the rest of the night. When there is no answer she sighs before finally throwing the tote bag onto the floor. The loud thud should have also sent the message that she was home, but again there was no Jimin holding her.
She slides her tight shoes off of her feet, the relief of them escaping the confines makes her release a loud sigh. She then walks out of the front hall and heads to the kitchen. The stove was on the far wall, which explains why Jimin was sitting on the counter with his airpods in, facing that very appliance. Nani watches as he suddenly jumps off the counter and walks to the stove.
Nani bites her lip knowing that he was now in perfect back hugging territory. She quietly tip toes up behind him and waits for him to open the oven and bend at the hips before she makes her attack. Her arms sneakily slide around his torso, making sure to slide slowly over his toned stomach before resting on the sides of his body. Jimin's body had jumped the moment she touched him, luckily he had improved his flinches ever since being on The Late Late Show and having to play that terrorising game of flinch.
Nani leans her head against his shoulder blades, his soft t-shirt made her face nuzzle up against the fabric. One of his hands comes up and plucks the airpods out of his ears.
"Hi angel." He says standing up straighter as he closes the oven after checking up on the chicken fingers and fries he had put into bake.
"Mmm hi minie." She mumbles into his back.
"Long day?"
"Very..." she sighs, her arms tightening around him in an attempt to hold him closer to her body.
"Good thing I am here to pamper my baby girl." Jimin says, turning awkwardly in her hold. She loosens her arms when she gets a face full of his shoulder, "Need to see you baby, I've gone a full day without seeing your beautiful face."
Nani blushes before shoving her face deep into his soft neck. His hand reaches up and rubs down her spine, succeeding in giving her tingles. "I love you."
Jimin smiles at her words, his heart skipping a beat when she lays a few chaste kisses in the crook of his neck. "I love you too, honey."
"Can I rant to you while we eat?" She asks with a dull voice.
"Of course honey!" He says giving her a kiss to the back of her head. "Why don't you go lay on the couch and I'll put the food out and bring it to you."
"Mmmno wanna hug you." She whines.
"I can hug you on the couch..."
"No." She pouts, her body shuffling around to back hug him again.
Jimin can't help but laugh at her stubborn cuteness. He slowly walks around the kitchen collecting plates and a couple packets of honey mustard sauce from their rather large stockpile of chick-fil-a packets.
Nani happily pitter patters behind him as he walks around. She feels like the butt end of the unicorn at the parties, but she enjoys the feeling of being right up against him.
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#2
Back of the Theater
Taehyung drabble
Genre: ✨spice✨
Word Count: 266
Lily rests her head on his shoulder, Taehyung smiles at the feeling. A few minutes pass by before either make another move, Taehyung puts his hand on her thigh making her breath hitch for a moment. Taehyung smirks at the reaction, she just about confirmed that she is attracted to him and it couldn't make him anymore happy.
"Lily?" He says in a whisper.
She hums for an answer, her body unmoving as she continues to watch the movie. Taehyung's hand reaches out and grasps her chin and tilts it towards him, Lily's eyes widened at the action.
"Can I kiss you?" he asks breathily.
"Please," she responds.
No more than a second goes by before his lips are on hers. He holds the side of her face securely as he kisses her, her arms move from her lap and up to his shirt. She holds bunches of his shirt in her fist as she lathers in the feeling of his lips.
After what feels like an eternity the two part, they quietly gasp for air in the back of the theater. "I hope that made it obvious that I like you," he says, bringing a finger to rub against the surface of her lips.
"Mmmm I don't think that was enough to prove it." Lily says cheekily to him.
Taehyung raises a brow at her, "Should I do it again just to be sure my message is received."
"I think that would be a good idea." she says smiling wide.
Taehyung lets out a little heartfelt scoff at her but then goes into another kiss.
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25 notes - Posted February 6, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
The Perfect One
Happy Valentines day ♡
Word Count: 1.3k
Genre: fluff, slight angst?
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Jin sighs hearing his phone ring, the special ringtone set for her was ringing loudly in the kitchen. She'd left for a date about an hour ago with some guy she had met a few weeks earlier in class, leaving Jin to celebrate another lonely Valentine's day.
He crossed the kitchen to his phone, a pretty picture of her laughing was big on his screen. He picks it up and answers the call, he pinches the phone between his shoulder and head just like his mother always did.
"Hey love, how's the date going?" He asks with a smile on his face. No matter how much he disliked the idea of her going he'd always do what's best for her happiness.
"Jin?" She says in a shaky voice.
Jin stops stirring at the tone of her voice, "Honey, what happened?"
"Can you pick me up?" she says sniffling.
Jin turns his stove off in the blink of an eye and rushes out of the kitchen and to the front door. "Are you where I dropped you off?" He asks as he hastily puts his shoes on and grabs his keys.
She hums back to him, a sob coming out of her mouth moments later. "I'm sorry." she cries as she listens to him start his car.
"Did you just say sorry?" he asks as he starts driving off to the restaurant he left her at.
She sniffles again before explaining herself through cries, "This is the third Valentine's day in a row I've been stood up and every time you have to deal with the mess I become."
"Hey, you're the only mess I love to deal with."
She chuckles at his words, "I'd say, the amount of times I've cleaned up after you is astronomical!" Jin chuckles at her, feeling relieved he could at least make her laugh.
"At least I do my laundry!"
"Hey! I used to! Why would I do my own when you already do it?" She says loudly. Jin could almost see the bright smiling face she most definitely had on her face.
"Same with everything you clean up of mine, I used t-"
"No you most certainly did not! You've only ever lived in three different places, and we both know you did not clean one."
"Okay so maybe I don't clean, at least I can cook!"
Jin listens as she takes a big deep breath in, "Yeah you definitely have that going for you." The next couple minutes is silence, just listening to the quiet breathing of each other, along with the sounds of cars and people by her.
"I see you!" She yells out nearly making Jin swerve.
"Geez love! You scared me half to death!" He yells back, he then lets out breathy chuckles in shock. Jin rolls his eyes as he hears the phone call end. He pulls up in front of the restaurant and unlocks the doors. She runs up from the curb and practically jumps into the car.
"Thank you Jin!" She says smiling brightly, as though she wasn't sobbing 10 minutes ago.
"Hello Miss Sunshine!" he says raising a brow at her.
"What." she shrugs, "You've always told me to forget the dicks that stand me up and move on."
"Well, good job then love, I'm glad you listened to me." He says leaning over to peck the side of her head. "Hmmm, where would you like to eat for a romantic Valentine's day dinner with me?" He asks looking over at her.
She bites her cheek at the thought, "Um how about a nice romantic dinner at home?" She proposes instead.
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