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callingsergeantbarnes · 10 months

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Okay but Knife Play with Faith and Nat with Bucky as their bound “victim” 😛 🔪

To say this inspired me would be an understatement. It went above and beyond and inspired me.

I hope you enjoy this Suz.

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Wicked Games:-

Summary:- Knife Play with Faith and Nat and a bound Bucky.

Crossover:- Buffy the Vampire Slayer x Avengers

Characters:- Faith Lehane x Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff.

Warnings:- 18+ - Knife Play, Blood play/Knife cutting. Threesome. DP Anal Play. Strap on. Sex Toys. Dildo. Oral Sex. Edging. Vaginal Sex. Three people fucking. Consent. Safe words. Explicit language. I think I have them all but please feel free to reach out if I have missed one that needs adding.

Words:- 2849

Any mistakes are mine that have slipped through.

Soft gentle fingers caressed his bare skin.

Featherlight and torturous. Leaving a heated trail across his chest, stomach, arm, and legs. Marking their passage on his body one fingertip at a time.

Even with his eyes closed, he recognised the hands of Faith, on his inner thigh. Her fingertips hardened with callouses from the years of using wooden stakes as weapons, the strength in the way she teased with just enough pressure against his inner thigh. Quickly replaced by the feel of her lips, and back to her fingers.

Bucky bucked against his restraints, against the chains that were strong enough to keep him in place. Strong enough for a Slayer, strong enough for him. His arms bound above him. Legs stretched comfortably to each post of the bed.

Faith was teasing him, intentionally keeping her hands away from his cock, his balls. Fuck, he swallowed slowly, did he love her mouth taking him in.

Not that he could focus for too long on what he wasn’t getting. Nat’s fingers teased his nipples. Tracing around them in a circular motion. Followed by the heat of her tongue, a swirl of a lick, before switching back to her fingers again.

Their scent surrounded him. The sweet, citrussy scent mixed with the spicy hint of flavour that was all Faith. Honeysuckle and whisky combined, with the faintest lingering note of cigarette smoke. She was trying to quit. But that didn’t mean she didn’t sneak the odd one, after a particularly hard night patrolling the city. Then there was Nat. The rich and sweet scent of jasmine soap mixed with the earthy spicy scent of sandalwood. Both uniquely suiting them both.

Scents he’d come to love. That drove him wild with arousal as they were now.

Why had he agreed to not touching, or tasting himself? Because this was a sweet kind of torture, and his girls were nothing but imaginative.

A deep groan escaped his throat, as Faith flicked her tongue across his balls. His cock hardening even more. He resisted the urge to buck his hips, knowing they would punish him if he did. Biting on his bottom lip, he couldn’t lie and say that the temptation wasn’t there.

Just to see what else they would do next.

Would they fuck each other as he watched? Would they fuck on top of him, allowing him to feel but not join in.

“Look at our pretty boy, desperately trying to hold back.” Nat purred, her breath tickling his ear. When had she moved?

“He’s biting down on that lip, making it all plump for us. Such a good boy.” Faith chuckled. “But can he hold back if I do this.”

He swallowed the lump in his throat, heart pounding hard and fast as her lips slid over the tip of his cock, and she moved down. Throat vibrating, as she moaned around him. It fucking drove him wild when she did that, and then she added just a little pressure with her tongue.

“Fuck – Faith” A breathless pant, hips bucking, wanting to feel more, a craving deep in his soul, his body to feel fucking everything.

Nat chuckled, and Faith pulled back, letting his cock slip out of her mouth. He whimpered at the loss of her pretty fucking lips wrapped around him. Whimpered at the lack of heat.

“I think our pretty boy, is misbehaving.” Nat teased. “What do you think your punishment should be?”

“Anything.” The word was more whimper than anything.

“Anything he says. Dangerous words.” Faith chuckled. Her voice husky and seductive. “We can go, hot, cold, blunt, or sharp. I personally think sharp.”

“He does like his knives,” Nat hummed in agreement.

“I like how he handles his knives,” Faith drawled, amusement lacing her words, mixed with a desire that was all her.

Bucky groaned, his thoughts already swirling at the possibilities. Knife play was a kink he hadn’t expected himself to have, but then considering both Faith and Nat’s skill at using them, there was something sexy about the way the two women handled them. Something he could watch all day long.

He felt the shift on the bed, heard feet gently padding the floor. Faith. Out of her and Nat, Faith was a little louder in the way she carried herself. Not having had the assassins training where silence was your friend. Faith relied on her instincts, her slayer intuition to guide her to her prey. She was a huntress not an assassin.

A draw opened, and closed and moments later she was back on the bed. To his right. Nat removed the blindfold from his eyes. He blinked slowly, his eyes adjusting to the low lighting. Candles and moonlight, not total darkness.

The light danced across their skin, giving them both a silver shimmer to their naked bodies. Neither of them was particularly shy when it came to their bodies. Both radiated a sexual energy that had most blushing in their wake. A sexy confidence that vibrated from their very souls. Bucky knew though, hidden here in this room between the three of them was where the truth shone the brightest. Where the moonlight revealed the scars and hidden desires and vulnerability neither of them would let the world see.

They trusted him enough to show him. And he fucking loved them for it. Just as they allowed him to have his own vulnerabilities. It was them against the world, even when they disagreed, they were still united out in the world.

“Safe word?” Faith asked, as she picked out a set of knives, and hand one over to Nat. Her dark brown eyes meeting his and giving him a moment to think of the word. This was trust they had, knowing that they would keep each other’s boundaries safe and protected. Even when they were playing.

Each of them had their specific word. Personal to them.

Red for Nat.

Angel for Faith, though Bucky wasn’t sure what the vampire would think to discover that he was Faith’s safe word when it came to sex and their kinks and play. Not that he would ever tell the vampire in question.

His, was a little different. His was a word that had already been twisted to hurt him. A word that he was claiming back in some way. Even just claiming back one was giving him power back.

“Freight Car.”

“Eyes on me, Soldier boy. Where you at with this?” Faith asked, needing that clarification from him that he was good with this. A safe word was all very well and good, but they needed to know he didn’t feel pressured as well.

Anticipation vibrated through his nerves, his pulse quickening in his throat. “So fucking green right now.”

Faith nodded, her gaze slowly caressing over his body, before she looked at Nat. Nat, nodded her head. “Green.”

“We’re all green to go.”

She closed the box and placed it on the floor. Giving them both plenty of the room. The knives twirled in her hand quickly. He tracked the movement, his gaze lingering on her breasts, her nipples hardening under his gaze. The way her hair hung over to one side of her neck, exposing the other.

Nat shifted. Pushing herself to her knees, hovered above him as she reached for Faith. Pulling her close, until their breasts pressed together, and their lips crashed over the other. They kissed as if they needed air and the other was it. He watched, drinking in the sight of the two of them. His cock twitched; his veins burned with the need to touch. To join in, to taste them both.

Hands strained against the chains holding him in place. The noise bringing both of their attention to him. And didn’t they look divine, hovering above him, naked, breasts pressed together, knives hanging loosely against each other’s hips.

“I think our pretty boy is feeling left out,” Nat taunted.

“Does he want us to run our knives across that sexy body of his like this?” Faith asked, her hands already directing the knife across her own body. Just enough pressure to leave a thin red line across her skin. She moved across her hips, stomach, between her breasts. The line would be healed in the morning, but the way she teased at her bottom lip with her teeth, and a low moan escaped her throat, it was a tell-tale sign Faith was turned on by a little pain. Then again, she loved it when he fucking wrapped his metal hand around her throat as well. Hard enough to keep her in that space between one breath and the next as he fucked her.

His balls tightened. Cock hardening even more. His skin burned with an ache to be touched, to feel the pointed press of the knives against his own skin, his throat as they fucked him. Hard enough to draw blood.

“I think he likes that.” Nat chuckled, moving to straddle one of his legs, her own knife pressing against his thigh. The flat of the blade, until she turned it to hold the tip. Slowly she ran the length up, avoiding pressing too hard when it came to those arteries and veins that one wrong move could kill him.

Blood roared in his ears, skin prickling, as pain teased his senses. Enough to scratch the itch slightly but leaving him wanting more.

Faith climbed up his body, fitting neatly into the side of him, casually she toyed with her own knife in with her fingers, hard enough to draw blood at the tip of her fingers before she drew the knife across his stomach. Hard enough to draw his own blood.

He hissed through his teeth, pleasure mixing with pain, giving him the barest of relief and leaving him wanting so much more.

Moving in sync with one another they pushed him to the edge. A soft touch there, a slow drag of the knife there, followed by enough pressure to draw blood.

Shallow cuts across his arm and shoulder, his chest and stomach. Wounds that would be healed come morning, but for now, his girls were marking him. Claiming him in every way possible. A sharp slice here, another there. Soothed away by a heated kiss, a flick of a tongue across his nipples, a grazing of teeth, a suck of his cock.

His body trembled. Muscles coiling and tightening and still they pushed, bring him to the edge but never letting them fall.

Checking with him every step of the way.

“Fuck, green,” he whimpered for what felt like the hundredth time. His entire body a sensitive coil waiting to snap. Except he wanted to feel his cock deep inside of them. Wanted his tongue buried in one of their pussies before he got his own release.

As though reading his thoughts they moved. Both straddling him. Faith in front, with Nat behind her. He swallowed at the sight, unable to ignore the buzz that vibrated through him. Anticipation. Desire, an all-consuming need currently burning through his body. Fuck did he want them.

Eyes glued to them; he watched as Nat guided Faith from behind onto his cock. Hands on her hips, knife pressed to her skin. Faith sunk herself onto him. Her wet folds stretched around him, as she took every fucking inch of him.

“Fuck-“ A deep groan. His cock adjusting being deep inside of Faith, her walls clenching him tightly, her pussy stretched around him. They stilled, the two of them, Faith’s head leaning back against Nat who bent and captured her mouth with hers once again. Tongues dancing, lips crashed together, both seeking dominance of the other. Before Nat gripped tightly at Faith’s hips. Fingers digging into skin, knife stroking her stomach.

Faith rolled her hips.

His cock pulsed.

Nat set the rhythm. Teeth biting down onto Faith’s shoulder hard enough to leave a mark, fingers on hips, knife on skin. Together they fucked him.

Hips rolling. Bodies in sync with one another.

His jaw clenched tightly, pressure building inside of him. But he wasn’t ready to come yet. Fuck was he not ready to come.

Each swivel of Faith’s hips sent a jolt of pleasure through his nerves. Dark brown eyes locking with his, a wicked smirk across her lips. A steady beat. A temp set to keep him simpering, despite the urge to drive hard and fast into her.

Nat eased up from behind her, fingers no longer digging into her hips. Instead, she pushed Faith down, letting her body bend over him. Still riding his cock, letting her run her tongue over his nipples. Moving from one to the other.

Back arched, Bucky leaned into it all. His body overwhelmed by every single sensation he was feeling. That was until Faith cried out above him.

“Fuck, Nat.”

“Such a good girl, taking Bucky’s cock like a good little slut, and now you’re taking a dildo in your ass. Do you feel full, baby?”

It took everything in him not to come right there and then. Faith riding him, her pussy clenching tight around him, and now he was being treated to a sight of Nat, fucking her in the ass.

He could feel the extra pressure, pressing against his cock. Only a thin divide between them.

Faith’s body quivered. Tightened, as she rode him a little harder, picking up her pace, as Nat, fucked her in the ass.

They moved together. Hearts beating hard and fast, falling in sync. A thin sheen of sweat coated his skin, teeth gritted as he desperately clung on to his release, wanting it to last all the while longer. He could feel Nat’s hands on his inner thighs. Lifted himself up, knowing what was coming and feeling more anticipation for it. He had wanted to taste them on his lips, but by fuck would he take this as well. Having the three of them joined in such away.

He had enough room to allow his knees to bend enough, and on instinct Faith shifted further up. Her knife pressing against his throat.

“You going to be a good Solider, and let Nat fuck you in the ass, like she’s fucking me with a dildo. While I’m fucking you?”

He swallowed slowly, relishing in the feel of the sharp metal at his throat.

“Yes.” It came out a desperate needy whimper. But fuck did he want it. Knowing that Faith had a dildo up her ass, that Nat would be able move with her hands, Faith wrapped around his cock, and Nat using the strap-on to fuck him up the ass. All the while, Faith kept her knife pressed against his throat.

“Don’t move that fucking knife.” He growled.

Faith smirked. “Soldier, giving orders now. Will I get punished next if I don’t follow my orders?”

“We both know I’ll make you suffer, baby doll. Make you beg for it.”

“I don’t beg,” she gasped.

Bucky smirked at her. “We both know that’s a lie, but as long as you’re only begging me and Nat, I will let it slide.”

Faith laughed. A deep throaty laugh, that turned into a moan. “Fuck, you both are so fucking good at fucking me. But the last time I checked, Soldier boy. This was your punishment. Your wicked game.”

“Next time it will be your turn.” He swallowed.

Neither of them answered, as Nat shifted behind them again. Pulling flush to them both, hips angled just right, strap on perfectly positioned.

He groaned, loudly, from deep within his chest, as she inched her way into his ass. Faith stilling enough to allow him time to adjust. Feeling full and complete with both of them either wrapped around him or fucking him in some way.

“More.” It was a rushed word. Holding a promise of what was around the corner.

Faith kept her knife pressed against her throat, hips rolling as she fucked him hard. Picking up her pace, as Nat, fucked her with the dildo in the ass. Nat’s own hips thrusting in and out of him with the strap on. The three of them moving as one, bringing each other closer, and closer to their release.

Muscles tightened.

Until finally they snapped.

Bucky felt the exact moment Faith came. Her pussy gripped him tightly and her body quivered. His own orgasm following. His balls tightening as a heat spread from his cock outwards pleasure spreading through him.

He groaned. Body shaking.

Nat’s voice joined them only moments later, her clit rubbed against that extra part they had made for the strap on, to give the wearer pleasure as well. Not that Bucky intended to end the night there.

No, the moment his hands were free, the moment he caught his breath and his heart stopped racing. He intended on eating them both out, and having a feast all his own, as he made them come again and again. Until both lost track of how many times they came tonight and remembered that they were his, as much as he was theirs.

#asks are loved #suz #soldierslayerwidow #Buffy the Vampire slayer crossover Avengers #Faith Lehane #Bucky Barnes #natasha romanoff smut #My OT3

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spuffylesbo · 2 years

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confession i love them as an ot3

#btvs #drusilla x spike x buffy #my ot3 #spuffy #sprusilla #buffy x drusilla #buffy the vampire slayer #spike btvs #drusilla btvs

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fanged-whores · 1 year

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buffyverse babe says hello...

okay why does that sound like the intro to a rly bad porno? and why am i okay with it? idk. it’s on brand.

anyway, hi! i’m haley, aka fanged-whores, and i’m a long-time buffy fan— specifically a spuffy + tillow shipper, though i’m getting more into fanged-four content (hence my url)... and i’m new to the btvs tumblr scene! i’m a fic writer (i post under the name “trevino” on ao3 and elysian fields), a gender studies grad student (im writing my thesis on angel!), and a book blogger/artist on instagram: spoonie.bujo — im chronically online, and i always wanna talk about fandom loves— btvs is my #1, but i’m also here for the west wing and leverage:)

so, in five words or less: ready. for. some. fun... bitch.

#buffy #btvs #buffythevampiresplayer #spuffy #spike #buffy x spike #tv: btvs #tww #the west wing #leverage #leverage ot3 #angel #angelus #drusilla #darla #tillow #my posts

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cringespace · 1 year

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#ot3 #buffy fanart #buffy summers #xander harris #willow rosenberg #fankid #digital art #digital drawing #digital fanart #digital illustration #buffy oc #poly ship

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oveliagirlhaditright · 2 years

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I just find the "He's in my heart" and "You have my heart" quotes to be very similar quotes, of course, and almost parallels, even, so I thought I'd make one of my "parallel posts" about it:)

#buffy the vampire slayer #spuffy #bangel #btvs #buffy #parallels #parallels-ish #very similar quotes #man i've been wanting to make this post for forever but i forgot. oops #i don't know if i should tag this as ot3 or not? probably not? since there's no sp*angel here? but if someone wants me to let me know:)#buffy summers #spike #angel

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imdefyingmavity · 2 years

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-Michael and Eleanor arriving at Chidi's classroom-

Michael, to Eleanor: What are you doing?! You brought me here?!

Chidi, to Eleanor: What are you doing?! You brought him here?!

Michael: That's what I said! Only I hit the 'here' part.

#incorrect the good place quotes #source: buffy the vampire slayer #hellstrop brotp #michael x eleanor x chidi ot3

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boopsterliv · 2 years

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Okay, but like, Xander x Angel x Cordelia OT3. Xander and Cordelia are constantly doing crazy shit and Angel is the one brain cell who goes, “Yeah, maybe not” but still goes along with it in order to keep them from dying

#xancordel #sounds like a fucking pokemon but that's what i'm going with #xander x cordelia x angel #xander harris #angel btvs #cordelia chase #buffy the vampire slayer #btvs #ot3

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ohgodsimback · 2 years

Conversation

Me: *watching Buffy, a show that came out before I was born, for the first time*

Me: *first two episodes* ok this is fine. Very 90s, not socially acceptable anymore, but ok.

Partner: *Skips the rest of season one*

Me: *starts season 2 *

Me: Awwww that would be cute

Me: NO THEY'RE SO CUTE!

Me: Awwww they're cute too!

Season 2, Episode 14: Sup

Me:.....

S2E14:...

Me: exCUSE THE FUCK OUT OF ME?!

S2E15: Sup I'm here too

ME: *screaming crying throwing up*

Me: This is one of those shows where nothing good happens isn't it?

#MY OTP WAS DESTINED TO FAIL #AND NO ONE TOLD ME WTF #AND THEN MY REPLACEMENT OTP ENDED UP BEING FUCKING COMPLICATED #btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #however I smell an ot3 in AnDrIke that I'm pretty pleased with

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incognitajones · 3 months

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Fic author interview

Thanks to @sesamestreep and @glorious-spoon for tagging me in this one over the holidays! But between starting the new job and the holidays and the RCSS, it totally slipped my mind until now 😬

No-pressure tagging: @anghraine, @ladytharen, @luciechat, and anyone else who feels like it.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

An even 200 if I include both accounts.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

Just under 650K words altogether.

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Last Train

I fought the war (but the war won)

left-handed kisses

Fixer Upper

Chain Reaction

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! I want to let commenters know they're appreciated, and I enjoy talking about little details or plot turns. Lately I haven't had the time or energy for much more than a quick thank you, but I'm still trying to respond.

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

At one point it would've been the bad ending of I fought the war, but now I think this Whumptober piece takes the crown.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Considering canon, most of them have an unrealistically happy ending! Especially inside the vastness of the galaxy, the "Naomi & Filip get a happy reunion" story.

7. Do you write crossovers?

No. I enjoy writing & reading some fusions (i.e. characters from one canon in the setting of another) but traditional crossovers in which characters from two different canons meet don't generally appeal to me.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not on AO3, but I've been sent anon hate on Tumblr about my writing a couple of times (find a Reylo writer who hasn't challenge).

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yeah, a fair bit - in fact it's hard to remember sometimes that I never wrote anything explicit before 2016! It's all pretty vanilla, though, minus a few attempts at kinkier stuff which are deservedly anonymous.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Kind of; someone commented on one of my stories on AO3 to tell me that another story had copied significant parts of it. (They'd already commented on and reported the other fic, so I didn't take any additional action. The plagiarizing story was eventually deleted.)

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Bless the fandom translators, for they are amazing.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nothing posted publically.

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I couldn't possibly choose a single favourite! In terms of longevity, it's either Han/Leia or Eowyn/Faramir. And Star Wars ships in general seem to have a strong hold on me 😁

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

The OT3 whumpfic. It's nearly done, but it's far outside my usual wheelhouse so without a beta reader, I can't tell whether it's worth finishing or beyond help.

15. What are your writing strengths?

I think I write decent dialogue, and I'm genuinely proud of the ideas behind I fought the war and pulse to pulse. I can also write a pretty good pastiche of 19C style, although you wouldn't know it from this account.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Plotting. Falling back on boring/clichéd beats to flesh out dialogue-heavy scenes.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

A sentence or so? Sure. Can't think of a reason to do much more than that.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

It would be either Buffy or Lord of the Rings - I honestly don't remember - not counting the terrible Shannara-fic I wrote as a pre-teen.

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

Someday I'd really like to write a Children of Men story telling what happened to Kee and [spoiler] after the movie, plus fixing [spoiler].

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Subject to change by the moment, of course, but looking back at some older stories recently reminded me that I've always been pretty fond of don't go home without me.

#i did the thing #tag you're it #writing memes

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evilwickedme · 1 year

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Gail's Blorbo Showdown

On the contenders:

Buffy Summers is the title character and maim protagonist of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, my all time favorite TV show. She is the chosen one, given superhuman strength and reflex to hunt vampires and demons and forces of darkness. Most Slayers die tragically young, but Buffy's different - she's a valley girl got friends!! Also the show is a metaphor for her growing up and her mental mental health and sexuality and stuff. She's pretty funny and a lot smarter than some of the people in her life (including herself) like to give her credit for.

Eliot Spencer is one of the five main characters of Leverage, a television show where a bunch of criminals play Robin Hood with the 1% and their victims. I grew up watching the show while it was still airing, and when I rewatched it for maybe the third time in 2021 I simply lost my mind and spent several months thinking only of the Leverage ot3, hitterhackerthief, all three of which are on this bracket! Eliot is the hitter, the physical force behind the operation who nonetheless contains considerable intelligence and a talent for improv.

(Comment on how luscious Eliot's hair is has been removed because he's now being compared to Buffy Summers's hair and he's got nothing on her in my honest opinion.)

Blorbo Showdown masterpost here

#blorbo showdown #buffy summers #btvs #eliot spencer #leverage #gail speaks #polls

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muirmarie · 1 month

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9 and 10 for the wip ask meme!

9. 🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

the two i think i'm most looking forward to writing but haven't started is 1) the one where mccoy has something done to him where he can't disagree with spock's (perceived) worldview, just because it's I think going to be fun to have to write the heart of mccoy purely by its absence, plus it's established mckirk going into mcspirk which is new for me, and also because it involves spock arguing mccoy's side on things because he hates mccoy being forced to argue spock's ~side, and 2) the aftermath of sensory deprivation where mccoy can genuinely not stand to be alone for weeks (but won't admit it) because i've wanted to write a version of that story for someone or other for SUCH a long time, and i really do enjoy writing characters that just, absolutely lie through their teeth while struggling, like god i ADORE writing that dynamic, it is genuinely one of my favorite things!!!!!, but they're both going to be longer stories and i won't be starting them this month, i know.

[otherwise, the three fics of my heart that i'm still trying too hard to get back into writing to even think about too closely right now are: mash star trek au, mash buffy au, jurassic park college age ot3]

10. 🤡How many Wips are you actively working on?

i'd say probably 5? i don't rotate through them per se, but what i've been doing the last couple months is having about 4-5 that i'm sketching out, and then when i actually get into completing a fic i set the rest aside and focus solely on it. but the ~5 i have open in docs right (i have 10 open docs right now but i'd count 5 of them as the top ones) all have between 1-4k, and i've added/noted something down on those 5 main ones within the last week?

historically that's very unusual for me, but also what i was doing previously wasn't working lollll, so no bad ideas in a brainstorm =P

<3333

#asks #thegeminisage #writers ask game

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winterlovesong1 · 8 months

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Buffy Summers for the character ask. 😊

Send in a character and I'll answer the below questions

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do I like them: Having recently watched the show, becoming a fan in the year 2023, I’m going to say, yes – but as with any character, there are moments where you roll your eyes or arch an eyebrow at the behavior exhibited – even by a favorite. But what I will say definitively is, I knew Buffy as an icon before I watched the show, and now, I know that the title was not given out lightly, but with the absolute of pure intentions.

5 good qualities:

In her friendships (for the most part/in general), she’s not afraid to be confrontational, have hard conversations.

I didn’t really know where to place this (good or bad), but I ended up placing it in the good pile…the space for judgment. I think that can be both good and bad…and with Buffy she tended to really see things as this or that in the beginning…and by season seven she’s in a much different place when it comes to this quality, in how it influences her decision making and how she interacts with certain characters…

Tied to the above is also the space for growth – both within herself and in her opinions of others – and I think that’s such an admirable quality to have –to open the space to accept change within ourselves and in others…or just about the world…about our lives.

As much strength as Buffy possessed, I like that she also had this incredibly goofy side – that not all her movements were graceful and that she was allowed the space on the show to be silly.

The girl had style – what can I say I love a 90’s look.

3 bad qualities:

I understand it comes with the job description, but Buffy doesn’t really understand the meaning of self-care…

This is one of those that isn’t necessarily bad because sometimes it was deserved, but Buffy did contain the capacity to really put characters down when she felt she was wronged by or she was frustrated by or whatever malice she had believed was their intention toward her – she wasn’t afraid to utilize her words for cruelty. Again, sometimes it was deserved, but sometimes, I had to cringe.

Going back to the perils of the job (but let’s be honest it’s not the entirety to blame) is noticing her friend’s problems or emotional state…which I guess means she’s not very observant if the stakes *sorry for the word use* are high – but to me, your friends are a part of your life, maybe have a bit more emotional compassion/observance? (I also think her friends didn’t do a stellar job of this either at times so maybe it was a shared fault all around)

favourite episode/etc: There’s so many outstanding performances, but I’m going to be a bit nontraditional for this specific ask game…

1x01 – it’s not be the best, it’s not even my favorite - at all - but I always argue, if you don’t find something intriguing, one scene, one moment, with the main character within that first episode, you aren’t returning – so within that, with that idea in mind, I think it has to be listed as a favorite for Buffy’s character because otherwise, if there’s nothing intriguing within the framework of the show at the beginning, the story falls apart…and the viewer leaves.

Yes, there are iconic episodes through the series… all deserving of awards and recognition…but for the purposes of this ask…I’m going with that answer.

(also that exempts me from choosing a more iconic episode as a favorite because it’s impossible)

otp: Spuffy (Spike/Buffy)

I need an entire ask to explain why and this has already gotten lengthy, so I’ll leave it simply with the answer.

brotp: Her friendship with Willow…Buffy’s dynamic with Tara (I wish we had more of this on the show)…

And this isn’t really traditionally listed here, but it is a friendship-ish in a sense, and that’s Buffy and her mom…and while we are on the subject of parental figures…Buffy and Giles…even though sometimes it wasn’t seen in the best light at times during the show, for the most part, it was a caring loving supportive dynamic.

ot3: Especially in season seven, I think there was more to explore in the Faith/Spike/Buffy dynamic – I think if there had been another season or more episodes or opportunities in the television format to explore that, it would have been really interesting.

I do also really enjoy the scenes with Buffy/Spike/Dawn in the late season five era of the show…that shift post 5x18 is so special to me as a viewer and I really enjoy seeing the softness in those scenes.

notp: Riley/Buffy. I’m going to say this with the biggest caveat in that on the spectrum of quote safe or normal, he was the closest relationship that could have given her the stability she needed – but – that’s also not what Buffy wanted…and there’s a difference between maybe what’s good for us by definition and what we need, what actually compliments us as a human beyond the ideals or societal standards of good. *heavy sigh*

best quote: “…the hardest thing in this world... is to live in it. Be brave. Live….”

head canon:

Ok this is spuffy related (I can’t help it)

Buffy finds a tarnished silver ring in a thrift store amongst her travels post finale. She buys it and wears it on her right hand, every day, leaving it unpolished, leaving it on through every sunset, sunrise, midnight, and daydream until…

Until he returns to her with a diamond, and she wears it on the left.

#character: buffy summers #tv: buffy the vampire slayer #spuffy related things

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