#I wish this fic abbreviated better

[four-armed-bandit]

I have written a pair of haxion brood bounty hunters named Big Bubba Kriffer and his partner Flakshaft.

#I needed to get in the ballpark of calling them 'Mother Fucker' and 'Fuckstick' #So here we are #jfo #to fall before we fly #tfbwf #I wish this fic abbreviated better #Heavenward shortened down to hwd so nicely #I like the way many masters sounds as shorthand #But tfbwf just sounds clumsy

[flightfoot]

Not sure if you've been asked this before, but can you recommend some good Kwami swap fics?

Sure! I dunno whether you just mean Adrien and Marinette sapping kwamis, so I'll list anyone using kwamis that are different from their normal canon ones.

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Auspicious by The_Rabbit42

Entry #6 for AU April 2023: Reverse-Crush Kwami-Swap Adrien is quiet and reserved whenever he’s not consumed by stress. And between extracurriculars and modeling and his responsibilities as Mister Bug, he’s often stressed. He appreciates his kitten, but he loves his bright and outgoing classmate. Not that she knows that. Marinette’s parents have always allowed her a good deal of independence, but she’s felt her confidence skyrocket since getting Plagg. Simply being Lady Noire allows her to be more flirty and free. She likes her friends, but she loves her stoic and heroic partner. Not that he knows that.

This is just a lovely fic that’s exactly what it says on the tin. I like how Rabbit goes into what Lady Noire’s and Mister Bug’s dynamic is like here especially.

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Thanks, But No by @pauliestorylover

For every miraculous that Fu cupped in his palms, an image of the same blue-eyed girl flashed through his mind. Marinette Dupain-Cheng was born to hold the miraculous—she resonated with every single one of them far better than even the late Celestial Guardian, and it was Fu’s duty as the last Guardian not to allow such talent to slip through his hands.

Too bad Marinette wasn’t on the same page.

Or; au where Master Fu keeps throwing miraculous at Marinette hoping one will stick, Marinette goes around handing out miraculous like candy, and Wayzz has never seen anything so ridiculous in his millennia-long lifespan.

This one’s fun. Everyone except for Adrien ends up with a different Miraculous than in canon, and it’s really interesting to see how they all adapt. Marinette’s thorough noping out is pretty funny too, and there’s some sweet bits of Adrino and Alyanette in here!

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Crepes and Petals by @fruitdragon1a

Alya and Marinette have been friends ever since that fateful first day in collège. Scarabella and Lady Noire have been friends ever since they started fighting crime together at the age of fourteen. Alya and Lady Noire? Their friendship is newer-- and Alya wishes it were more.

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instant familiarity by @fragileizy

“We must’ve told each other everything,” Adrien whispers. “I couldn’t imagine being able to take photos with you like this and not fall in love with you.” Marinette’s face goes red again. “You know? In some really weird way, I’m really glad that the two of us lost our memories together. It’s not so bad falling in love with someone you care about for a second time.”

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theory bored by @14muffinz

You’re not supposed to theorise about who your partner is, Tikki had scolded, glaring at Luka as he continued to map out his entire theory, abbreviating as many miraculous-related names as he could feasibly remember. To be fair, it’s a lot, so it’s not like this would be much if anyone were to get their hands on it. He’d sighed, capped his marker, and turned around as though he was going to clean up the board. And then, because Tikki unfortunately taught him just how stubborn he could get if he really wanted to, he calls for his transformation while facing the other way. [OR: Ladybug Luka, Black Cat Juleka, and a reveal.]

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The Unluckiest Cat In Paris by @aidanchaser

Mister Bug has always been a hero, and his partner Lady Noire has always stood by his side--until he has to face a future where he betrayed Paris and his partner is trying to kill him. Kwami Swap AU - Chatte Blanche

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Down on Her Luck by Proper_Prose

Exhausted from her most recent Akuma (which she most definitely did not cause), Chloe has a heart to heart moment with her kwami. Hopefully it goes better than the other times.

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The Cat’s Out of the Purse by The_Rabbit42

Adrien just took the ring off to be safe. Plagg just got bored and wanted to annoy Tikki. Rose just opened her purse and SURPRISE! Ladybug just wants to get the ring back to her partner.

This was a fun fic, never seen Rose and Plagg interact like this before! It’s a treat getting more Rose and Plagg focus in general of course, but I really like their relationship here. Plagg’s really good with his wielders in general, and I love how he emphasizes that while he needs to get back to Chat Noir, while Rose is transformed with him, she’s as much her own wielder as he is. It reminds me of how he acted with Zoe, Plagg’s just a treasure XD

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as luck would have it by @silver-hibiscus

It’s Adrien’s birthday, and there’s an akuma attack. Luckily, Ladybug and Chat Noir are there to save the day! Even if they’re not the heroes that we’re familiar with… Not so much a kwami swap as an another au entirely.

Same title as one of my own fics, funnily enough! Though entirely different premise. This is a Gabenath fic, with Gabriel as Chat Noir and Nathalie as Ladybug, complete with a lovesquare and some unspecified other person as Hawk Moth. In this version, Gabriel and Emilie had some terrible fights and were separated, with Gabriel realizing along the way that he’d been a distant father and working to rectify that, he’s a pretty decent person here. I could actually kind of see this being a feasible path Gabriel could have gone down, if he wasn’t so desperate to revive Emilie and hadn’t gone so far to try to distance himself from who he was and where he came from back before he met Emilie and started changing to fit in with the upper class.

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Fortississimo by @azuriteartist

Juleka and Luka are the Ladybug and Black Cat holders, but a fearful akuma requires them to ask for help from a new source.

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Scarlet Fever by @chronicallylatetotheparty

Papillon Écarlate has managed the impossible. He's akumatized Marinette. Now with an army of supervillains and no Ladybug to stop him victory seems inevitable. Unless Adrien can stop him. But will he be enough when his own mentor doubts him?

#ask #miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic rec #kwami swap

[twilightarc-gm]

Hiiii!

❤️💥👻🎁🦋 for the fanfic writer ask game?

Hiiii ~ OmG many questions ✪ ω ✪

For this ask game~ Here

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic? This kind of question is really hard for me as a writer because I am not the fun and quippy kind with snappy lines people remember for long after they leave the fic behind. In light of my failings, an abbreviated snippet from Chap2 of f!WWX & YZY fic: (WWX) It is too strange that Madam Yú would get him clothes he would like. That she would work on his clothes personally. “You hate me.” (YZY) [ … ] “Sometimes I do,” she agrees, as easy as if she’s giving her opinion on the tea. I just //deep breaths// love the hostility of the WWX & YZY relationship in canon. I like the way WWX bites back (when JFM isn't around). In this AU, they have more in common as WWX steps into the gender role of "woman" and YZY gets the actual responsibility of seeing to his health and fortune, but that still comes after 11 ish years of canon-like events where YZY tried often to tear him apart because of JFM's general mishandling of the situation and her own insecurities. Okay sorry I am rambling, but canon WWX takes after YZY far more than fandom likes to admit and in any AU where she lives, I wholly believe WWX and YZY are allies when it comes to anything to do with JC. Not to get all wild analysis on you, but I like the parallel that the narrative observes YZY wanted to stuff JC back into her belly to keep him out of harm... and then chronologically, the next thing is that WWX gives up something from his belly to protect JC from harm. Okay that was a tangent, moving on...

💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change? 2nd Round with this question. What else would I change? (MDZS) Like, no one will agree with me on this, but I would have desperately loved if best boy 💛Jin Ling💛 looked like his mother instead. If he reminded WWX of JYL instead. If JL had his mother's eyes and height and freckles (headcanon) but he has so much of JC's attitude (which is similar enough to JZX in some aspects that JC can blame the father for things he also does). JL being soft and bratty. JL helping to cook during the Yi City scene because he knows his way around a kitchen; he endeavored to learn because Jiujiu told him that Yanli loved to cook. Etc. Etc. I'd like it if WWX takes +2 damage every time he looks at JL and sees the peeking of soft lavender collars from beneath the gold robes, and is reminded that it's JYL's favorite color. 💜

👻 What is your wildest headcanon? 2nd Round with this question. Gonna reinterpret the word "wild" and look to nature on this one. I headcanon that JC is an animal-whisperer. Animals love him, he's good with them, he likes them better than people. The mousers that keep Lianhua Wu rodent-free come up to him all the time and just go belly up at his feet. WWX should have gotten over his phobia for all the practice he got hanging around JC and some roving stray would be like !!! The Boy!!! and run up to JC looking for snacks and scritches. Is there any canon support for this at all? No. But canon doesn't directly contradict me either. My biggest reason for this headcanon is that WWX is canonically bad with animals. So, JC gets to be good at something that WWX isn't. Ta-da!

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share? I have so many... Zoids AU after a bit of a ChengXian upset:

Jiāng Chéng glares down. “About time you stopped hiding.”  “Was not!”  “Then what were you doing?” He leans against the rail, almost bent double over it to look down.  Wèi Wúxiàn traces the elegant line of Jiāng Chéng’s back, defined by that criminal unitard, interrupted by the bulk of his jacket tied around his waist. “What a man does in private should stay private, but if you ask again, I’ll tell you.” And a wink for good measure!  Jiāng Chéng slowly blinks those pretty silver eyes of his, stunned for all of a moment before the flush of embarrassment colors his cheeks and ears all at once. “You’re fucking shameless.”

🦋 Which character is your favorite to write? Aiya, so like "favorite to write" like do they mean perspective? Do they mean just having the character doing stuff in the scene? I'll just answer both. I LOVE writing Jiang Cheng but my favorite character perspective (so far) is Wei Wuxian. That probably explains so much about my shipping habits 😅 JC is just fascinating to observe and WWX is nosy. Prime combo, right there.

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Woof that took a bit and I should be working! Thank you SOO much for giving me excuses to ramble and ponder. 🙌

#asks answered #wei wuxian #yu ziyuan #jin ling #jiang yanli #headcanon #so-relatable #twi fics

[raccoonfallsharder]

Window Across the Galaxy ✧*:･ﾟupdated 1/9

18+ only | rocket x f!oc | 24/27 chapters | wip| word count: pending. ♡ check the masterlist for expected updates ♡ ♡ see the "holiday special" ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ Winter Across the Galaxy * ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ [new 12/5] ♡

girl falls first; racoon falls harder.

When Rocket enters their new bunk, Jo’s sitting on the floor: leaning against the edge of the bed, working diligently on some kind of woven thing. It’s a tapestry of sorts, the threads and flosses all hand-laced together. She’s put most of her tools and equipment in a closet down the corridor, and she takes them out when she’s practicing a new skill or brushing up on old ones, working on these little low-cost, low-sentiment projects that are the only ones she’ll take on board, and only for a few days at a time. She pulls out her little tools and supplies, and sits on the floor in the common area or — now, apparently — in their new bunk. She works, and then she packs up all her small things, and she takes them back out and tucks them out of sight in the closet once more. The idea of it gets under his skin, to be honest. A closet. Jo’s been shrinking her life ever since she met him, and he should probably back up out of it before he makes things worse — but it’s too late for that now. He’s too greedy to do it, even though he knows he should. And besides — if he’s pretending to be altruistic — he’d promised to not run her off. So instead, he decides he’s gonna focus on making sure she puts her name on every goddamn surface she can, everywhere they go.

[NEW 1/9] ✧･ﾟ:*Chapter XXIV. Space Would Be Better. in which Rocket ~ discreetly ~ claims the title of boyfriend. ❤︎❤︎

this was originally the last half of Chapter XXIII (the previous chapter) so if it starts a bit rough, i'm so sorry. as a result, we do jump into some smut pretty quickly in this chapter so if you need to, make sure to check out the warnings in the closing notes. i'm really excited about the next chapter, too! which is less smutty and more feelings-ish. ~♡

explicit lines or references* abbreviated explicit sequences ❤︎ detailed/prolonged explicit sequences ❤︎❤︎

General summary/notes + links to recently preceding chapters behind the cut.

let me know via comment, message, or ask if you'd like to be added or removed from my fanfic taglist ♡

Rocket is captured by a Ravager crew hoping to get rich off the excessively large bounty on his head. Throwing a wrench in everyone’s plans is the Terran girl they hired to do some freelance assessing on a recent haul of goods they’ve seized from a Xandaran luxury liner. Oops.

slight AU starting pre-GOTG volume 1 (but will hit most of the same major plot points). slow burn + eventual smut with a lot of pining in the middle. kinda enemies-to-lovers? (but only one of these idiots thinks they're enemies).

let me be real with you: this fic is really about wish-fulfillment. not just the eventual smut (but that too). mostly i just want someone to be nice to my best boy raccoon

*･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ*

Chapter I. A Delicacy. in which our reluctant heroes meet atop a crate of Sovereign porn in the bowels of a Ravager ship.

Chapter II. Monster For A Pet. in which one hero wrestles with his inner Groot, and the other is quite possibly a moron.

Chapter III. A Kindness. in which Rocket gets in his own damn way: not for the first time, and certainly not for the last.

Chapter IV. Got There First. in which our heroes obtain an arsenal and street food.

Chapter V. Things No-One Has Said Before. in which one hero refuses to babysit and the other refuses to leave.

Chapter VI. Two and a Half Billion Units.in which we lean into the “they were roommates” trope. Jolie has misgivings, while Rocket has fantasies - about getting rich, of course.

Chapter VII. I'm Here. in which we visit Knowhere.

Chapter VIII. The Care & Feeding of Human Pets. in which our heroes practice breathing and we lean into a new trope: “there was (technically) one bed.”

Chapter IX. Scrapmetal and a Dream. in which we redefine homemaking.

Chapter X. Thin Fucking Ice. in which our heroes get fucked. Not in the good way.

Chapter XI. Let It Be. in which Xandar is saved and good lives are lost.

Chapter XII. So Much It Hurts. in which we try not to fuck up the vibes.

Chapter XIII. Don’t Wait. in which a lost sister is found and Drax grapples with the concept of sarcasm.

Chapter XIV. Exactly Like a Flower. in which comfort is shared.

Chapter XV: Galaxy-Breaking Shit. in which more comfort is shared, and life is good. Briefly.

Chapter XVI. Run. in which Rocket falls victim to his superstitions.

Chapter XVII. A Seedling. A Fox. A Little Girl. in which the party is divided.

Chapter XVIII. I Happen to Know a Guy. in which our heroes get fucked. Again. Still not in the good way.

Chapter XIX. He Was Loved. in which a planet is killed, a friend is made and lost, and nobody still has any frickin’ tape.

Chapter XX. Some Nerve. *in which an ultimatum is given.

Chapter XXI. I Very Still. ❤︎❤︎ in which our heroes get fucked. In the good way, this time. Finally.

Chapter XXII. Got There Worse. ❤︎❤︎ in which Rocket does not say "I love you."

Chapter XXIII. We're Gonna Need a Bigger Table. ❤︎ in which the galaxy continues to spin.

Chapter XXIV. Space Would Be Better. ❤︎❤︎ in which Rocket ~discreetly~ claims the title of boyfriend.

Chapter XXV. Little Love Stories. *

Chapter XXVI. Other Side of the Window. ❤︎

Chapter XXV. The Most Beautiful Thing in My House. ❤︎❤︎

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ Winter Across the Galaxy * ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ A Holiday Special *

Epilogue: Interviewing Rocket & Jo. ten years after Window ends. short/drabbly, silly fluff.

explicit lines or references* abbreviated explicit sequences ❤︎ detailed/prolonged explicit sequences ❤︎❤︎

taglist ♡ @evolvingchaoswitch ♡ @wren-phoenix ♡ @pretty-chips ♡ @suicidalshitstick ♡ @glow-autumz

#window across the galaxy #rfh fanfic #longform fic #rocket raccoon #rocket raccoon fanfic #rocket raccoon fanfiction #gotg #gotg fanfiction #guardians of the galaxy fanfiction #rocket raccoon x oc #rocket x jolie #enemies to lovers #enemies to friends to lovers #gotg rocket #gotg fanfic #rocket x oc

[theoutcastauthor]

About My Blog

Hello! Welcome to my writing blog account! I’m so excited to join the writing community here!

I plan on changing the name of this account once I figure out a more suitable pen name but for now you can call me “Outcast” or “Crazy” (my usual usernames), “Annabel” (my real name), “Caye” (my middle name), or “Author” (what my readers mostly just refer to me as). You can also call me any variation of those names if that’s easier for you (people often like to abbreviate or shorten my names, or use honorifics of whatever language they are fluent in). If there is anything else you’d like to call me for whatever reason, I’ll most likely be okay with it, and it might even help me get ideas for my pen name, so really you can call me just whatever you wish or feel like calling me (obviously within reason though). And for your further information, I use she/her pronouns and identify as cis-female.

I know many writers use Tumblr to post their fics. Since I’ve been busy and burned out and unable to write and post as much I would like on Wattpad or AO3, I decided to make a Tumblr to share my WIPs to my readers so they can keep better track of the books and fics they have been anticipating for, and maybe I’ll even attract new readers from Tumblr and get to expand my reader base in the process. Overall though, I intend to make this a fun space for my works and readers! I plan to share information on characters, lore, random drabbles, scene snippets, even full chapters as I write them, and much more… Of course, you’ll get to see me ramble and rant about my ordinary life on occasion as well, since this is a blog after all. It’s basically going to be how I would have set up a Patreon if I had one, except without the paid membership. 

For my newcomers, I write a bit of everything! But I’ve mainly been focusing on romance and various fanfics these past couple years, and that is what I will be mainly posting on here for now. You’ll probably notice that a good amount of my works feature power couples and some form of enemies to lovers. My books can get really dark but I have books that are lighter than others as well. 

I initially was going to make an introduction of sorts to celebrate me creating a Tumblr account but I couldn’t decide if that was necessary. In the end I decided to just get the most important things I wanted to say out of the way instead of giving random trivial facts about me. I might give a better introduction about myself later when I get more followers or as people ask about me (perhaps a QnA?). Though you just might gradually find out about me as time goes on.

#blog intro #writeblr #new account #greetings

[obsessedwithlute]

Aidas x Reader Fic, Chapter Two

When you got back to your apartment, your phone was waiting on the kitchen counter where you'd forgotten it, lit up with a text alert from Hypaxia.

Coffee at noon tomorrow?

It was nice having your best friend in Lunathion, but the amount of work she was doing meant you hadn't really gotten to hang out together. Finally, she had some time to do something together. A lot of the time it felt like you were best friends with a stranger. You hadn't wanted to tell Aidas because he'd ask too many questions (honestly, did he ever shut up?) but Hypaxia had been giving you the sense she was hiding something for months. Maybe you could finally confront her with the grand news that you weren't an idiot tomorrow.

You had some idea of what might be going, on but needed it confirmed before making any accusations. 

You replied, Sounds great! Regular place? 

She instantly typed back, Ofc. Gtg now but see u tmrw

Okay, she was definitely hiding something if she was using abbreviations! Hypaxia had once drunkenly admitted that she only ever resorted to them if she really wanted to avoid a conversation.

Hypaxia had never used them on you before.

You groaned and collapsed into your spinning desk chair, face buried in your hands. Between Aidas, Danika's murder, and this, your life was a complete shithole.

You had finally worked up the courage to finish chapter twenty-one of your current work- something that had been an exciting prospect earlier that morning- when your phone pinged with a text from the Autumn King.

Meet me in my office in seven minutes. Do not be late.

What the Hel could this possibly be about? And how did he expect you to get from the Old Square to FiRo in seven minutes? You didn't own a damn car!! And he knew better than anyone that the strange almost batlike wings that had resided on your back since birth and had been a mystery to everyone you'd met had always been folded in and incapable of flight. And there was no way you were texting Hypaxia and asking her to fly you, not when she obviously was trying to avoid you! You had enough headaches to deal with!

You typed out a furious response. Seventy minutes

You pushed yourself out of your chair and pulled your jacket over your frayed grey CCU Sunball T-shirt, and started on the trek to the Autumn King's villa.

It had been seventy-four minutes by the time you arrived. You hadn't run; it would only satisfy him to see you huffing and puffing to be there on time. You pulled open the door to his villa, completely ignoring the guards who basically begged for an ID, even though your one-of-a-kind wings made it obvious who you were.

You reached the Autumn King's office and yanked the door open. "You summoned?" you said in a dry tone.

"You dare mock your king?" he hissed.

"Oh, was I mocking Your Majesty? Deepest apologies!" You curtsied so lightly it could have been considered a borderline insult. There wasn't a chair for you across from the Autumn King's desk, so you sat down right on top of it, crushing a stack of papers as you did so.

The Autumn King pinched the bridge of his nose and looked you directly in the eyes. "The time has come for you to carry on the Fae bloodline." "Excuse me?" you barked. "I am not your breeding mare!" "I am your king, and you do not contradict me. You made your decision, Y/N. Live with it." Right after graduating, the Autumn King had shown up on Bryce and Danika's doorstep and demanded that Bryce swear allegiance to him, most likely on account of her Starborn powers. You had stepped in front of her and told the Autumn King you would adopt the last name Danaan instead. It had been in name only, really, and you never expected it to turn into anything more, Luna forbid this.

"I am not getting married, and I am certainly not having a child," you hissed.

"You will. And after you tie the knot, you will drop this business of yours. Writing dirty smut is not something I wish to be associated with the Fae bloodline," the Autumn King insisted.

"I right under an alias, so no one can associate my writing with your fancy bloodline!"

"I do not care. You are to marry Tristan Flynn three days after the Autumn Equinox, and this is not up for debate. You will consummate your marriage, and continue to attempt to reproduce until a child is conceived. Or," he said in a slightly lighter tone, "I could simply ask if Bryce Quinlan would like to take your place." "No!" you half screamed. "I'll do it. I'll marry Flynn and have a kid with him. I'll give up my writing and I'll do whatever the fuck else you ask. Just leave Bryce alone."

"Very well, then," the Autumn King said, nodding. "The announcement will be in two days."

#crescent city #aidas x reader #aidas crescent city #aidas #hypaxia enador #autumn king

[127day-dream]

ALSO ALSO (im sorry for spamming ur timeline) (this is long)

WHY DO ALL MY TITLES HAVE TO BE SO LONG TYING HEARTBREAKER + BABY DON'T LIKE IT EVERY TIME I TALK ABOUT MY FICS IS SO LONG

but consistency... they're track 4 + 5 on limitless... and the story (of the song) really makes sense considering the story's (of my story) themes...

can u tell i overthink a lot? hahaha

but its fun... plus, i really overthought h+bdli (i hate that abbreviation!) even tho it was a short smut fic... honestly, i might rewrite h+bdli (still dont like that) because i feel like the message was kind of... lackluster.

idk, i feel like i wrote yuta a bit too... lightly. i wanted him to be a total piece of shit but it came a bit too cute bc haha smuttt

actually, yuta and i have the same mbti personality type. and actually, i asked someone on tumblr what nct member im most like and they said yuta... isnt that funny?

can u tell im procrastinating writing? by writing here? haha

i feel so sad about h+bdli, bc the smut was really good but besides that i didn't really like the story BUT I DO BUT I DONT yk what i mean? all the characters seemed so flat... i overhyped it in my head. honestly, that's it... i think just a lot of people asked questions about the story this time and... wasn't ready haha

i like my characters to be like, actual humans making human decisions, not like just hentai "for the sex" characters (do not look at be there for you, i was in heat) and thats why i do too much...

actually, even with be there for you, jaemin had a bit of a mental breakdown when deciding if he was actually gonna have sex with the reader, which imo, makes it great lol no doctor would actually risk losing their medical license..

i think that writing more dynamic characters is more fun. hwth is my baby. it's annoying, has too many characters, is gonna kill me, and its my precious little baby because i HATE some of the characters (cough, cough, jeno) but they're like, real people making real decisions (except haechan's sex scene, that was purely for the sex lol)

anyways... i wish when i started writing nct smut i wrote oneshots, hwth is gonna kill me... I DONT WANNA WRITE IT TO BE HONEST BUT IM MAKING MYSELF WRITE BC I LIKE WRITING BUT ITS SUCH A BIG PROJECT I WISH I DID HEARTBREAKER 1ST LOL

well.................. im gonna work on hwth.

maybe................. i'll actually work on a taeyong fic i've been working on for a while..............

UGH im sorry.

highway to heaven?

taeyong?

idk.

hahaha.... my back hurts.

ah....

I NEED TO WORK ON HWTH.

IM GONNA GET IT DONE

im on part 4?

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my cat is sitting on my keyboard. too lazy to delete.

5?

idk......

oh... my cursor is moving.

kitty, please leave.

i think she likes the warmth of the desk. i have a fuzzy blanket on it. she's sleeping on my mousepad... i tried getting her to sleep on a heating pad, but i think she likes the computer...

should i get her a computer? do i sound insane?

she deserves it. she deserves the world.

im not having any kids of my own, after all. she's my only family.

shes perfect. oh... i guess i really do sound like a mom....

it's okay.

actually, i never said this before, but i started writing smut to make my typing skills better... i always get made of for my typing...

isn't that funny? i could've just done a typing.com lesson...

but i like writing about sex and nct.

haha... well, for the record, it didn't work.

maybe i'll still do the typing.com lesson.

agh... my back really hurts.

i'm gonna sleep.

sorry, you'll have to wait for hwth pt... 4 or 5.

#ai's thoughts

[shego1142]

You know what I’m tired of in media right now? Like, as an autistic person?

That whole “tell me about the thing you like” bit where the (usually autistic coded) person starts to infodump

And the text gets like incomprehensible, too big, too close together, going by too fast or even outright turns into “blah blah blah” over and over again

Or they begin to talk about what they like and they start talking a lot, getting excited, and then the audio just

Drones out, to show that the person they’re talking to isn’t listening, isn’t interested

Or the “wow I wish I hadn’t asked” interruption thing

There’s a lot of examples of this in most media forms…

And it is a clever writing trick, one I’ve probably used before too,

where you don’t know about the thing you’re character is interested in

so you just make it “annoying” for them to actually talk about it 

so you don’t have to research anything, instead you just have people be too annoyed to listen. Too annoyed to care.

But I’d love to see a character actually get to talk about their special interests.

I’d love to come away from a comic or a show or a fic and actually have learned new information from a passionate source.

I’d love to see characters have actual interest in the niche thing the autistic coded character has to say, and to respond with “wow that’s so cool, thank you for telling us about that!”

Or to ask deep meaningful questions about the topic.

I’d love to see what an impact it makes on the characters, the autistic coded (or even canon autistic bc one can dream) person finally feeling listened to, validated, and the other characters, getting closer to their friend, understanding them better…

And what’s more, I’d love to have something to show to someone and say

“This! This is how you react to infodumping! This is how to be a good friend to an autistic person!”

I still have trouble infodumping to people… years and years after I was told that I was “too annoying” “too much” years after I was told “I just drone you out” “you talk too much” “I wish I could put you on mute”

I have a wonderful and accepting friend group of mostly autistic people now, and I have trouble infodumping even to them at times…

I’ll speed up, abbreviate, not include the parts I want to include. Make it shorter, less, make it something more “suitable”

Thankfully my friends are great and will be like “tell me more 👀” and I’ll remember I’m safe with them

That they’re never going to tell me I’ve talked about something too much, they’re never going to call me annoying.

But seeing that in media would be refreshing.

#actually autistic #gods I started writing this bc of a ‘how to write text bubbles in comics’ post #but as I was writing it like #soooo many examples came to mind #even in media that I love to death #like in check please bitty would infodump about jam or pies or whatever and the text would fade out and show peeps not listening to him #same for Jack with hockey actually #or in criminal minds when Reid would infoudimp and Prentis literally called him a robot #or basically most scenes in Big Bang theory of course #alphys in undertake infodumping about kitty cutie #she wanted to infodump but just gave an abridged super sped up version as a joke #equally heartbreaking bc I know the feeling of wanting to share everything about something you love and having to cut yourself off #being autistic inevitably means having to sell yourself short #and I hate that so much #I mean I don’t think that’s the way it has to be #I’m not a defeatist by any means #that’s just been my experience thus far #i can just think of so very many examples of this #Jon in TMA talking about ice cream #it’s a long running joke #i’m just so exhausted

[holding-hands-and-hearts]

Until Infinity

Jesse isn’t used to silence.

And Kix resorts to abbreviation, shortening words to numbers before exhaustion can blur them all together.

Jesse talks, and Kix counts.

Jesse rambles, cracks jokes at a hundred klicks a minute and tells stories with no real end. He opens up easily, holds himself up to the light as if the bright is scrutinizing enough that it makes him make sense, and it’s better to have someone else there even if they’re the one trying to figure you out without you.

Kix calculates, multiplies and divides until the results can be added to some shadowy total with a yes or no at the end, a decision made, a life lived or lost or waiting to find out. A heart beats between sixty and a hundred a minute, lungs expand and contract between twelve and fourteen times, one twenty over sixty and ninety-eight point six when deviations could mean death and holding on is hope.

So Jesse talks until he doesn’t know what he’s saying, and Kix whispers numbers under his breath until he can only count his own, and somehow it’s better to have someone else there, to have this one there. Jesse holds himself up to the light, but Kix could see him without it, and Kix holds to vitals like vices but Jesse is alive enough that it takes Kix’s breath away before he can remember to add up the total.

So they wrap themselves up in each other, and for the first time, Jesse finds something he can’t put words to, and for the first time, Kix finds something he can’t seem to quantify, and suddenly that seems okay.

Jesse isn’t used to silence, but Kix was always comfortable enough with quiet.

Kix abbreviates, assumes the top is systolic and the bottom is diastolic and the rules of the universe are too simply complicated, but Jesse never seemed to mind when he spelled it all out.

Jesse talks, but suddenly there’s someone to listen.

Kix counts, but suddenly there’s enough, and enough doesn’t have to wait until infinity.

So they wrap themselves in each other, and, forever, it seems to melt away.

Jesse breathes, and Kix breathes beside him, and it is enough, until infinity.

*******

....and beyond? hehehehe sorry

I honestly don't know if I would consider this a fic. More like a musing. An unnecessarily twisted journal entry. Or something.

Jesse and Kix, I think, are all about contrast. They have no reason to get together, stick together, be together. They just are, and it kinda makes sense. They have their similarities, but they are very different people, and I think that's cool. Ultimately, they give the other one a place to just. Be.

And yes, it is one of my favorite dynamics (whether platonic, romantic, familial, or otherwise - so please interpret this how you wish).

I'm not really sure what I intended this to be, but here we are.

#caw2021 #the clone wars #clone wars #tcw #star wars tcw #sw tcw #star wars the clone wars #star wars clone wars #sw the clone wars #sw clone wars #clone trooper jesse #arc trooper jesse #clone trooper kix #clone medic kix #medic kix #kix x jesse #jesse x kix #jessix #kix #jesse #ct 6116 #ct 5597

[two-gays-in-a-trenchcoat]

Osa’s 500 follower event: TWST mix-and-match it!

Hey guys!! I decided to do a TWST mix-and-match-it fic event to celebrate our 500 followers!! I will be taking 5 requests in total (perhaps more, if I get enough), each of them probably being 1k-3k words or so, so send those asks in!!!! I will guarantee that the first 3 requests submitted will be chosen :))) ive also left a detailed description of what these requests entail, so hopefully, there won’t be any confusion. Edit: please also make sure you put that your ask is addressed to osa bc she is the confused one actually (by fault of her own)

note: all fics will be reader-insert with you/yours/they pronouns used for the reader, and any angst will have a resolution.

Below, I’ve provided a list of dialogue prompts (DP), a list of things (T), and a list of tropes and conflict prompts (CON). In addition, I’ve also specified which characters I will be writing for. In each fic, there will be one main love interest (LI), and between 1-3 other characters (SC) that interact with the reader/LI throughout the fic.

To submit a request, you must choose at least two from dialogue prompts, things, and tropes for me to work with. This is where the mixing and matching comes in! I’ve come up with some interesting prompts, so I’m hoping you won’t have too terrible of a time choosing.

To make things simpler, everything is coded by an abbreviation and a number. For example, if you chose Lipstick (14) from the Things (T) category, it would be abbreviated as T14.

You also must select one love interest, and if you’d like, 1-3 supporting characters for me to add.

Here would be an example of a request:

DP13, CON20, LI Floyd, SC Ortho, Azul, Ace

Here’s a key to the abbreviations:

DP: dialogue prompt

T: things

CON: tropes and conflict prompts

LI: love interest

SC: side character

And now, onto the lists!!!

*note: crossed off items that may no longer be used

DIALOGUE PROMPT (DP)

1. “You know he’s in love with you, right?”

2. “How’s a taste of your own medicine?”

3. “I feel like this was supposed to be the other way around.”

4. “Yeah, about what I said before....”

5. “That sounds like a terrible plan. What time?”

6. “You’d better watch your mouth.”

7. “Shocker.”

8. “Y’know, that sounded a lot better in my head.”

9. “You’re kind of beautiful, actually.”

10. “I’m kind of an acquired taste.”

11. “I don’t care where you’re going, just take me with you.”

12. “Could you shut up and listen for one second?”

13. “Hear me out.” “Absolutely not.”

14. “I know what everyone says about me. It’s not true.”

15. “I’m not stupid.”

16. “Say that again, but slower.”

17. “Wishes are for people who don’t know how to make things happen themselves.”

18. “Are you crying?”

19. “You should’ve told me sooner.”

20. “In all honesty, I didn’t think I’d make it this far.”

THINGS (T)

1. Tarot cards

2. bubbling, pink potion

3. book from the library with a page torn out

4. magic broom

5. bouquet of assorted flowers

6. love letter

7. Stray animal

8. opaque water bottle

9. missing button

10. record player

11. Wedding dress

12. Seashells

13. Pain medication

14. Lipstick

15. Violin

16. Fish bowl

17. Wishing well

18. venomous snake

19. Stuffed animal

20. Journal

CONFLICTS AND TROPES (CON)

1. Miscommunication

2. Unrequited love

3. Enemies/rivals to lovers

4. Wiping away tears

5. Locked in a room together

6. Hidden feelings

7. Argument

8. Injury

9. Accidental partners/teammates

10. Taking care of a child

11. Tutoring

12. Mutual pining

13. Slow dance

14. Night swim

15. Overhearing something you shouldn’t have

16. Valentine’s Day

17. Love at first sight

18. Out of his league

19. Secret identity

20. Winning/losing a bet

LOVE INTEREST (LI)

- any NRC student, except Ortho

- chose one (required)

-I’m going to assume it’s romantic, but I can make it platonic upon request :))

*edit: the following characters may no longer be used, since they have been requested at least twice: Ace, Jamil

SUPPORTING CHARACTERS (SC)

- optional, up to 3

- any NRC student, including Grim and/or Ortho

Once again, you must submit at least two from DP, T, and CON (you can submit three if you’d like), one LI, and an optional SC, up to three characters.

Happy asking!!!!

#osapost #requests open #reqs open #twst #twisted wonderland #x reader #reader insert #gn reader

[potteresque-ire]

I’ve got several asks about BJYX supertopic’s recent battle for the top CP ranking. I’ve meant to answer them the way they’re asked, but the answer gets long. Dear Anons ~ please forgive me for splitting the answers into multiple posts!

As with everything I’ve said about CPs, they’re mostly my limited observations—unlike history and news, it’s impossible to find articles about any of this that pass journalistic standards. Therefore, please consider the following to be my personal impressions and ramblings, and as usual, everyone please feel free to point out mistakes and add your own thoughts!

Everyone probably knows already, but the new drama that has brought waves to the Weibo’s CP ranking list is Word of Honour (山河令, which I will abbreviate to WoH), and the CP pairing is known as Lang Lang Ding (浪浪釘, LLD). I haven’t watched this drama yet but as a Wuxia (and slash) fan, it is on my to-watch list. Nonetheless, I’ve been watching the developments surrounding the popularity of the drama and the CPs, and I think I can make the posts long enough just with these observations alone. (I’m incredibly long winded :D )

For the CP competition, I think it’s important to point this out: the LLD supertopic is a mixed character-CP and real-person-CP supertopic, unlike the YiZhan supertopics (BJYX, ZSWW, LSFY) that are real-person-CP only. This means comparing LLD and the YiZhan supertopics is really …  comparing apples and oranges, especially when WoH is still airing (and therefore providing fresh candies for the character CP with every new episode). I therefore wish this kind of popularity competition doesn’t take root in the international fandom; it’s … a bit silly to me, really. It makes little sense.

That said, however, I understand why c-turtles are fighting so hard for the #1 CP spot. C-ent (as is true with many other aspects in the country), numbers and ranking are everything. That 20(?), 40(?) minutes during which BJYX supertopic fell to #2 the first time already made “news” headlines that claimed that WoH had surpassed The Untamed (TU)—an even stranger comparison, if one thinks about it. BJYX, technically speaking, doesn’t have anything to do with TU. It’s a GG/DD real person CP.

But it doesn’t matter—numbers are numbers, and they talk to c-ent watchers, the commercial interests looking for their most promising future investments. The perceived power of c-turtles hinges on them and by power, I mean both fan power and spending power, which are almost synonymous terms in c-ent. Many of you have probably seen those charts that rank the popularity of c-ent entertainers by how much goods, in monetary value, they’re able to sell. How much do the c-turtles contribute to these monetary values? Are they, as a collection of fans, worth keeping, worth wooing?

The notion that only the fan’s spending power means something may cause unease in many i-turtles—and it is, indeed, a very cold-hearted assessment, as it implies that fans are little more than living wallets to be emptied. My observations have been that such a notion doesn’t bother c-turtles for the most part and, IMHO, they’re being realistic for their sociopolitical environment. They also respond to this notion accordingly—while it is difficult to tease out the exact percentage of turtles among Gg and Dd’s active fans (fans that make major purchases goods and merchandises), c-turtles have previously demonstrated their ability to contribute a substantial fraction (in the 10s of percent) of money spent on Gg and Dd. As these splits are only very occasionally visible to the public, the CP ranking likely serves as a constant reminder of c-turtles enormous fan/spending power — without which, Gg and Dd’s popularity will also take a hit.

In that sense, c-turtles are fighting for their right-to-exist. Remember when I talked about the “traditional” thinking that CPFs < solos, and that one CPF = one (loyal) solo lost? This means c-turtles must be able to demonstrate their ability to offer something that the solos cannot, and more importantly, that their offer will not come in any other name. If c-turtles proved last year that they wouldn’t change their name to solos, then this year they’re set to prove they’ll not change their name to LLDs or other CPFs. 

If the latter sounds a bit like a battlecry, it may be exactly that. Ever since the announcements of the long line of upcoming Dangai’s, ample inflammatory posts have been made on the platform to get c-turtles to “defect” to the new dramas, or predict that as soon as another pair of random, beautiful men start to throw candies on screen, c-turtles will promptly forget about Gg and Dd and join the fun. The latter, especially, can be quite insulting to read, as one can imagine. However, with c-turtles being a loosely connected group of millions, despite their apparent firm stance that they shall stay turtle, their underlying nerves that these “insults” may turn out to be true can also be felt — the worry that c-turtledom will haemorrhage when the next popular Dangai with enticing M/M CPs (character or real person) come along. 

WoH, as the first drama that fits the criteria, is therefore a test— a test that many c-turtles likely view they must pass with flying colours to prove their point, to stand with their heads held high among those who do not care about BJYXSZD (not necessarily solos—many solos, BTW, have actually helped the turtles out this time); to show that turtles are not only every bit as loyal as other Gg and Dd fans, they’re not so … cheap as to take any random “industrial saccharine” (工業糖精; referring to ZQSG-free candies created solely to lure in fans) and walk away.

The reform of the BJYX supertopic (which now allows candy analysis and explains the sudden appearance of many old candies), the flood of BTS videos from almost every Zhan Jie previously involved with the YiZhan CPs, the temporary retaking of the top 3 CP spots by BJYX+ZSWW+LSFY ... can therefore be viewed as a rally of c-turtles. The message is: we’re not going anywhere. We’ve got enough candies that no other (M/M) CPs can hope to match in quantity, in quality.

(And the parade is indeed impressive.) (The reform also didn’t come out of thin air; there have been discussions about the supertopic’s candy sharing rules before.)

Some c-turtles have rightfully been concerned about how such a parade of candies can affect Gg and Dd. They point out that some candies should still remain 閱後即焚 (“burn after reading”, instant return to hiding after release like certain BTS videos); that at some point, c-turtles have to let go of their obsession of staying on top of the CP rankings. TU is already almost 2 years old, and being a little lower on the CP ranking list will take the heat off the YiZhan fandoms in the long run, incite less outside forces trying to fan the flames between the shrimps and the motors and the turtles.

The rules and guidelines of c-turtledom therefore remain a work in progress, and c-turtles, the millions of them, are still learning as they go.

Personally, I have faith in what will come. I also haven’t been too concerned about the candy parade, because most information is already out there for those who’re determined to find them — on Bilibili, Douyin, Zhihu etc. I spent some time talking about the Gg Assistant fic not with the goal of eliciting pain or panic, but rather, as a demonstration of why it has been the tradition of CPFs—not only the turtles—to play things very cautiously, with 閱後即焚 and 圈地自萌 (“to play within the circle”; ie, keep all information and candies within CPFs) being the default rules even after removing the “queer factor” from the discussion. Real person CPs have fate as one of their writers and so, unlike character CPs, their candies can have unintended, unpredictable consequences. As the YiZhan fandoms have now grown big enough that their candies can no longer be realistically well-contained, it may not be such a bad idea for especially the sensitive candies to return under the “jurisdiction” of the BJYX supertopic, so to speak. c-turtles can then gain better control of their comes-and-goes. Their narratives.

(CPN below.)

About narratives. @rainbowsky have previously written a thoughtful piece on the possible reasons the YiZhan fandoms have been allowed to thrive, and I’d like to add the following hypothesis—it may be a way to take pre-emptive control of the Gg/Dd narrative in preparation for the scenario where their relationship is exposed without their consent. Some i-turtles, I think, may have already gained a sense of how ruthless, cruel and above all, quick the c-ent rumour mill can be. If Gg and Dd get outed by a third party, chances are they won’t have time at all to create a fresh narrative, and the one that come out of the rumour mill will likely be … very ugly, containing every worst misconception people have against homosexual relationships. Whereas now, c-turtles already have a narrative at hand—the canon-fanon that, while c-turtles may not agree on every detail, is largely agreed upon on the important milestones. The supporting materials are also ready: the videos, the images, the voice and arrow guides on them.  

For me, another interesting question is whether this c-turtle rally and parade of candies are truly necessary in the end.

I’m curious about what will happen to the LLD supertopic when WoH completes its airing. There’s really no precedence for this kind of a mixed character + real person M/M CP supertopic setup — the history of Dangai is short, of popular Dangai’s, even shorter.

Guardian (鎮魂), the first successful Dangai aired exactly a year before TU (in the summer of 2018), never had a dedicated CP supertopic (please holler if I got this wrong! I know there’re Guardian fans here ~ hello! *waves*). Discussions of Guardian’s CPs were found within the drama’s supertopic (剧版镇魂); the real-person-CP also never had its own name; its discussions were hidden under the character CP (巍瀾) tag.

Then came TU. Its real person CP (BJYX) split away from its character CP (WangXian) long before the airing for the drama—the birthdate of the BJYX supertopic was 2018/04/28 (TU’s airing date: 2019/06/27).

After TU, two Dangai dramas have already aired before WoH that seemed to have largely passed the attention of i-fandom: The Sleuth of the Ming Dynasty (成化十四年) and Winter Begonia (鬢邊不是海棠紅). Winter Begonia, in particular, was well received. Their character CPs never really took off, however, being conceived and perceived as more brotherhood than romance. Age also played a factor for Winter Begonia—Yun Zheng (尹正), known to many turtles as Dd’s motorcycle buddy, is 34, and Huang Xiaoming (黃曉明) is 43. The associated real person CPs also never became popular as a result; Huang Xiaoming’s famous marriage to a beautiful actress also meant that a real person CP was likely to be off the table for Winter Begonia from the start.

The best reference I can think of then, when it comes to speculating the fate of LLD, is therefore the fates of the CP supertopics of 2020’s summer hit, Love and Redemption (琉璃). I’ve talked about its character CP before; essentially, just days after the drama was done airing, the (het) character CP (初遇夫婦) was broken up and in a manner largely criticised as unnecessarily cruel to CP fans. Its supertopic closed immediately afterwards. The supertopic for the real-person-CP (冰橙汁) got to live, however, and is still active today.

The commercial forces behind WoH will likely break the character CP as soon as the drama is done airing; popular het and non-het character CPs in the recent years have gone through similar fates. What does this mean to LLD then? Does it mean the supertopic will be shutdown, since the drama itself already has its own supertopic? But what will happen then to its real-person CP, which has been incorporated within the LLD supertopic? Will the real-person CP be broken at the same time as the character CP to allow for immediate “purification” of real person CP fans into solo fans, to avoid future “headaches” like BYYX—a bound between the actors that cannot be severed—or 227 that, in the eyes of many passerbys, remains an issue of solo vs cpfs?

Only time will tell, and I very sincerely hope it’ll get a happy ending. Fans are made to love, and it saddens me every time to see them being severed from their loves, or pitted against each other especially when it’s clear it’s the social media platforms, the commercial interests behind the scenes — not just the production/media companies but the YXHs, the water armies — who will reap the benefits in the end. Personally, I feel no joy in seeing anyone’s favourites getting torn down, even if they aren’t my own. Gg and Dd’s safety — and the safety of every upstanding, hardworking c-ent entertainer like them — doesn’t hinge so much on their CP or solo or drama ranking, but whether their fans can refrain from bringing their conflicts into the public eye, from “occupying social resources”—ie, deflecting the public’s attention from the “core socialist values” the government intends it to focus on.

Fandom is big enough for us all.

#pie metas #yizhan #bjyx

[de-profundis-ad-astra]

One, Two Punch

Pairing: Ben Miller x Reader, kinda. Flirtationship more than a relationship Rating: Somewhere between T and M? Summary: After knowing Ben for barely two months, you’re invited to attend one of his fights. Length: ~2k words Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcohol, vague descriptions of legally sanctioned violence, vague mentions of masturbation. Taglist:  @firefeatherx @goldenhour-goldenboy @mandoplease @mylifeliterally @phoenixhalliwell @havenforafrazzledmind @living-reminder @beatriz-silva-00 @pascalz @worldominatorx @givemethatgold @agirllovespancakes @lilacyennefer @dignityneeded @veuliee @briskywalker @the-bird-suit @mapache-lector @skylyknightly (let me know if you want to be +/-) Note: For the anon from yesterday. If you see this, I love you and if you want me to keep posting old fics, please let me know.

The day you’re invited to watch one of Ben Miller’s fights, it feels like a rite of passage.

The boys go quiet when he drops the question. So quiet, in fact, you wonder if you mistook the invitation for a marriage proposal. Suddenly extremely interested in their respective drinks, they sneak glances in your direction in the moments following. Ben’s eyes, clear and bright and… have they always been that blue? They root you to the spot, pinning you without him needing to lift a finger.

“Sure,” you say, shrugging off the odd looks and your own uncertainty. “Sounds fun.”

The fight isn’t for another three weeks, but Will practically has to drag Ben out of the bar by the collar whilst claiming that prep starts now. Once the door is soundly closed behind the Millers, Santiago and Frankie take turns explaining that Ben has never invited anyone to his fights. Well, not for a while, at least. They run you through what you’re sure is an abbreviated version of their last experience with this.

Long story short: he invited one of his previous flings to a fight, she left before the match ended with nothing more than a text letting him know that she didn’t think it would work, and they never heard from her again.

You swipe a finger down the glass–it’s started sweating condensation since they started talking. You rub the moisture between your fingertips, then take a sip, welcoming the burn as the tequila warms its way down your throat. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because it’s a big deal,” Santiago says. “A big fucking deal.”

You get it, they’re more than friends to Ben. They’re his teammates, the people he trusts more than anyone in the world to watch his back. You suppose that’s precisely what they’re doing, now. You suspect that if you were to bail out like the previous girl did, they wouldn’t let you off so easy.

Not that you would. It’s just… a lot to take in.

“I get it,” you say with a smile. “I break his heart, you break my neck, right?”

Frankie lifts his glass in a toast. “I knew you were a fast learner.”

–

The following Tuesday evening finds you knocking on Ben’s door for your usual burger run. It’s probably too early to call it a tradition, but you’re relationship with Ben, thus far, is comprised primarily of spontaneous adventures such as this. Every Tuesday for the past three weeks you’ve gotten together to eat greasy foods and talk and laugh together. So it’s worth a shot, right?

Except when Will opens the door.

“Hey, Y/N,” he says cordially, if not a bit bewildered.

“Y/N!” you hear Ben’s unmistakable voice call from further within. “Come in!”

Will steps aside, vacating enough space for you to pass. You step over the threshold, your eyes immediately landing on the small dining table to your right. And the… grain bowl he’s eating?

“I see you’ve already got dinner taken care of,” you note with a small laugh. You’re more entertained by the sight than you are upset by the fact that burger night will have to wait.

Ben’s face falls, and his fork clatters to the table. “Shit,” he scrambles to pull his phone from his pocket. “Shit.” He unlocks it, hits a few buttons, then slides it back into his jeans.

A few seconds later, your own phone’s screen lights up with an unread text. You open it and read:

have 2 take a rain check on burgers 2nite. wills got me on this ‘clean eating’ diet before the fight.

You hold up the phone for him to see, “Got it.”

Ben says a bit sheepishly, “Forgot to send it. Selective memory. Sorry.”

As much as you want to be sad that your night out has been postponed, you’re more touched by the fact that of all the things on his mind, that was one of them.

“He needs to get into work mode,” Will fills the silence as Ben shovels a heap of quinoa and chicken into his mouth and makes a show of gagging on it. “Gotta keep him focused on eating better and training.”

You think about the pack of beers you’d bought and stored in your fridge. “I take it that means no alcohol, either.”

“Nope,” the brothers answer in unison–Ben with notably more disdain than Will.

“I was winning fights before you put me on this diet, you know,” Ben grumbles around his food.

“Doesn’t mean you still shouldn’t be taking care of yourself when your putting that much wear and tear on your body.” Will points at his younger brother. “Eat.”

“You’re worse than mom.”

“Eat.”

Ben groans and heaps some more food into his mouth. “I’m not worried,” he says half to himself.

You see it then. In his eyes, he’s focused and somewhere that isn’t quite here. You look at the hard lines around his mouth and suddenly wish you could take your thumb and run it across his lower lip, card your fingers through the unruly hair he dutifully keeps under the protection of his hat. One look at his face, and you know his mind has wandered somewhere similar.

Want, need, desire, call it what you will. All that and more churns in your gut.

Will clears his throat, pulling you two back from where you teeter on the edge of the gutter and back to the present. “We’ll worry about it when it’s time to worry about it. There’s nothing we can do right now except prepare. It’ll turn out how it turns out. And if Ben does what he’s supposed to, it’ll turn out well.”

“Win that fight, Benjamin,” you tease, turning back towards the door. “And we’ll get those burgers.”

You feel his eyes burning into your back long after the door shuts behind you.

–

You don’t feel ashamed of the moment you and Ben shared. That nagging in your chest is a far cry from shame. You’d outgrown that long ago. The look you’d shared, the thoughts you had and knew he had were mild in comparison to what you knew you wanted.

You knew the look in his eyes, that unspoken promise for something more–something you completely, unabashedly craved–and your carefully placed tethers would fray and fray and fray until there was nothing to hold you back. He didn’t need distractions right now, you wanted to respect that.

That didn’t make it any less miserable.

It only takes three days before it grows so unbearable that you take matters into your own hands.

Overheated and nearly frantic, you toss and turn in bed that night until your tank top and short clink and chafe against your slightly sweaty body. You try counting the minutes until sleep takes you. But minutes turn to hours with no sign of relief.

Need crawls over you, slithering under your skin. It doesn’t take much to imagine his face, that it’s his hands on your skin, inside–

But that release only leaves you hollow–unsatisfied.

You make a point to keep your distance for the remainder of that week. Until the day of the fight, actually. By then, the tether is pulled so tight that you fear it might snap at one wrong move.

Later, you remind yourself. That unfinished business will come later.

–

The air is thick with the mingled scents of liquor, body odor, and several variants of cheap cologne. And it’s so hot. People move around you in groups, and the floor beneath your feet is sticky from some spilled drink that hadn’t been properly cleaned. The heavy beat of a rock song slam against your chest, and as you look around you think you see more tattoos than skin, more leather than jeans, and more filled cups than empty hands.

You’re not scared. Far from it, actually. The energy of the crowd feeds your own, the music heightening your excitement as you follow Frankie and Santiago through the crowd and squeeze yourselves into an open spot right in front of the cage. One of them, you can’t tell who, shoves a drink into your hand and tells you its on them.

You hold the beverage, but don’t partake as the referee begins to announce the next fighter. The first thing you see is a flash of red shorts.

Perhaps it’s for show, watching Ben make his way from the door to the cage, swaying his shoulders with each step, his eyes locked on it and nothing else as heavy metal blasts around you. You don’t exist to him. Not right now. Regardless, heat pools in your stomach. 

He takes is sweet time peeling off his shirt and stretching his shoulders. He turns away from you so Will can help him into his gloves, allowing you a full view of that gloriously muscled back. You admire each line of muscle, each movement he makes as he turns and enters the ring. To hell with all the people around you. You want that. You want that over you, under you, all around you. You could touch him everywhere at once and it still wouldn’t be enough to satisfy you–

His eyes find you in the crowd, and he winks.

If it was socially acceptable to swoon, you might have.

Maybe you did, anyway.

–

The fight itself doesn’t last long. At one point you set your untouched drink down, then promptly kick it over when you leap to your feet to cheer.

Even then, you can’t help but clinch every time someone lands a hit, skin reddening and bruising, breathing labored and shallow until a hand is being lifted in the air in victory. It’s Ben’s.

–

You wait outside the lockers with the guys. Santiago is weaving a tale from his days in Brazil that you’re only half paying attention to. You remain standing off to the side, sipping a lukewarm water, watching.

It takes a while for Ben to come out. The blood has been cleaned from his face and, remarkably, the only lasting mark is a purple-blue bruise above his cheekbone. But he’s grinning ear to ear, and he pulls first Santiago, then Frankie into a bear of a hug. You see his face over their shoulders, how hie eyes still veritably glow with the same energy you’d seen in the ring.

You push yourself from the wall you’re leaning against, and step up to them. Ben’s eyes meet yours as if by gravitational pull.

You’d felt drawn to him since the day you’d met. But this is like meeting him for the first time. A dim hallway. The crowd slowly draining out from the gymnasium. You, holding a cup of piss-poor excuse for water, and him.

The boys quietly let Ben know that they’ll catch up with him later, and melt into the meandering crowd.

The shift in his expression makes it achingly clear what Ben wants. His gaze lingers, now. His shoulders seem broader as he steps towards you, his gym bag over one shoulder, his other arm extended for you. 

“Let’s go.” His voice is different in the aftermath of the fight. You can see the adrenaline still pumping in the way his eyes lock on you.

You find your way to his body, and let him guide you outside. His hand sneaks around your waist and under your shirt, his fingers digging into the skin above your hipbone. He guides your steps with a fierceness, and as soon as you make it back to his car, his hand wanders lower, lower.

He tosses his bag into his car, refusing to let you go. Another swift motion has you pinned between the heat of his body and the side of the car.

He’s in front of you, caging you in, his fingers lingering at the waistband of your leggings, his shirt damp from the shower he just took, hair dangling over his forehead. You clamp your hands down on his biceps, digging your fingers into skin and muscle and him.

You barely have time to register it all before his lips crash into yours, and the empire of your longing comes crashing down.

Yes, you could stand to be with this for a little longer.

#triple frontier #triple frontier fanfiction #ben miller #benny miller #ben miller x reader #garrett hedlund #garrett hedlund fanfiction

[writing-with-melon]

so i was scrolling the writeblr tag bc i finally have the energy to do that again and i came to talk about my wip!! (it's over on my other blog @iparisaltanwing if you want to check any of it out after this)

i just won nano! the abbreviated version! bc i said only 5k words this time bc i wasn't sure how much writing i would get done due to school. it is the most i've written in a while tho which is QUITE exciting to me. this is my second big project ever bc i was obsessive over the first one and then i switched to writing short stories for a while. it's also my first time writing out of chronological order. but i'm writing scenes as they pop in my head and i'm having a really good time :D and for better or worse Red (taylor's version) is sparking some inspiration about certain things so we'll see where that takes me...

best wishes i hope you're having a good week bestie

xx, June

Hello, lovely June!

That is fantastic to hear! Congratulations on reaching your goal! I'm very proud of you!

And I'm so glad to hear that you are having fun while writing! That is also very important, there's really no point if you're not having fun.

I can totally relate to having the right music to pump you up! One time I was working on this fic and I played the same song for a week because it just put me in the zone and it kept me going. (it was Fever by Elley Duhe) needles to say it showed up as #1 on my Spotify Wrapped that year. Oooop. XD

So how are you feeling about these short stories? I want details! Personally, I find those hard to write, I always want to extend things to a full-length novel.

Also, tell me about your little planned domestic scenes! ;) I am such a fan of those! Bella and Kohl sound like such a cute couple when they are alone. Also, their story sounds super interesting. I love a good crime-stopping, case solving, dynamic duo!

Love and best wishes,

~Melon

#melon's correspondence #writeblr

[f00tball-imagines]

Clandestine Meetings - James Rodríguez

Player: James Rodríguez

Word count: 1.280

Prompt: “Hello, can the next swap sunday projects be another part of Illciit Affairs (for you) and a sequel to Mirrorball (for Laura)? ✨” (Request by Anon)

A/N: Another Swap Sunday, another angsty James piece! ✨💗 This story is a sequel to @alltoolewin’s Mad Woman-inspired imagine 🥰 If you’re new here, you should read my Illicit Affairs fic first, though! 💖

His name lights up on my phone screen. Which lights up my pitch black bedroom. James pink heartlet-purple heartlet-sparkly heartlet. Because a single red one would have been inappropriate. I know damn well that my name in his phone isn't even a name. Just my first initial. Not even a full stop after it. A lonesome letter. Because apparently, that's much less suspicious. 

James pink heartlet-purple heartlet-sparkly heartlet wants to know whether I'm still awake at this ungodly hour. After not talking to me for two whole weeks. "Yes," I type into the message box. I'm a fucking fool for texting back. I hit send. I hit my head against the wall. I'm in love with a married man who's kicking a ball around for a living. Who possibly can't and won't love anything or anyone that isn't his daughter. I'm a fucking mess. Please, James, get a pair of glasses, another one, a better one. What do you even want from me? I can't drink from a can unless someone's asking the waiter for a straw. I can't ask waiters for straws because I'm goddamn shy. I can't. I just can't. So why can't James find himself someone better?

My phone vibrates twice. Three simple letters. A "W", a "Y" and a "D". And a lonely question mark. I don't know who's teaching him English slang, abbreviations, the cool stuff. I don't even know why he's pretending to be cool. As I said, the man kicks a ball around for a living. That's not cool. That's fucking weird, now that I'm thinking about it. 

"Nothing." What would I be doing at three in the morning? I spend my nights staring at my ceiling unless we're having sex. He knows that. "You?" Did I ask out of common courtesy or do I really want to know what's keeping him awake tonight? 

He replies right away. "I'm in bed, I just can't fall asleep."

"Try drinking some tea. That helps."

He sends me an emoji, the facepalming one. I have to laugh, I really cannot help it, but I do find it hilarious when grown-ass men unironically use anything more than just a normal smiley or the occasional thumbs up. James pink heartlet-purple heartlet-sparkly heartlet ups the ante then. "You're a pain in the ass, princesa."

"You're a pain in-" I stop in my tracks. In my fucking vagina. I delete what I've written so far, just to type it out again. "You're a pain in general, Jamesito." I find myself giggling into the darkness. "My aches are developing aches because of you." I add the one emoji with the bandaged head, then I hit send.

"Want me to kiss it better?" It should've been "you're a pain in my vagina". Definitely. 

"James, you're being silly. It's half past three. Go to sleep."

"Told you I'm fucking restless. Talk to me." Pouty puppy-eyed emoji. Dude, please!

I sigh, putting the phone down for a second. Yeah, sure. All of a sudden, I'm interesting again. Because there isn't anything else to entertain him. Of course. I should've known. "What about?" My text immediately is marked as read, homeboy isn't even closing our chat in-between messages it seems. I should be flattered, but instead, I just feel like there's something weird about this. Like, why don't you talk to your wife? Why aren't you on video call with your daughter? It's barely nine in Medellín, I know that. Of course I know that, I've pinned Colombia's local time to my home screen. 

"Can I call you?"

You have a fucking phone in your hand. You certainly can. "No. Come over." I hate myself for putting myself through that. I hope he's got somewhere to be in the morning. I can't help but wish for him to turn me down.

"Now?"

Now... Now it's my turn to send him a facepalming emoji. No. Next Christmas, dummy.

"Okay," he replies after a split second. Okay, I'm coming over? Okay, cool, a stupid little emoji? Okay, fuck off? Okay what? Another second passes. Buzz buzz. "I'll be there in ten."

"Drive safe," my fingers type out. Crash that fucking car. After running me over, of course. End our misery. Please and thank you. I roll out of bed to put on some pants. He can deal with my washed out tee, he's seen worse. My naked body, for example. I stumble into the bathroom to pile on mascara, to take the fluffy, pink scrunchie out of my hair, to wash the thin film of cold sweat off my forehead. I don't know nervousness when it comes to him. There's just... anxiety. Every time we have one of our little fall-outs, my amount of working braincells gets reduced by two.

I sit down on the toilet lid to catch my breath. I'm gonna get dicked down and then discarded. It's okay, I'm used to it. I'm a one-trick-pony. But I'm just so good at that one trick that James keeps on crawling back to me. The pinkish polish on my nails is starting to chip, so I decide to adorn my fingers with a few rings to distract from that. They look cheap, they were cheap, but I consider them cute, so it's alright. 

I don't like texting after my autocorrect has dubbed him Hummus not once, not twice, but several times. He doesn't like calling as his stutter tends to get worse on the phone. So this is nice. The real thing is always nice. "I missed you," he rasps with his arms still wrapped around my torso. "I missed you, too," I whisper back. Lies. I spent a long, long time cursing his name, relatively sure that I would never be moaning it again, that we were over and done. "I still haven't said Happy New Year," he states the obvious. We haven't spoken since Christmas. "No," I confirm, shaking my head. It was the worst New Year's Eve of my life. I've seen the pictures Daniela had posted on her Instagram. At least James has had a great time, apparently. 

"Sorry. I thought I should leave you alone." Yes. Because that's the easy way out. "But... Happy New Year. I guess."

"Thanks. To you, too." It truly feels like New Year's. Waiting for the big something, just to end up disappointed because the big something turns out to be some underwhelming bullshit. "Better late than never." There's still snow on the streets, so it's alright, I guess.

"Yes."

"You're fucking annoying, James."

"Oh. Why?" And fucking stupid as well.

"Did you really come over to stand around in my hallway and wish me a Happy New Year? What are you? A caroler?"

"You told me to come."

"I'm not used to you doing as you're told." I force a laugh. I'm not used to niceties and such. I'm used to... the bad stuff.

He just shrugs. He's so unbelievably apathetic, I hate it! "You have the place to yourself tonight?"

"No. You're here with me." I know quite well that he was referring to my roommate. Who, in fact, is staying with her boyfriend for the weekend. I know quite well that he only asked because he is the furthest thing from an exhibitionist I could imagine. 

"Ah. Yes. True." So damn stupid! I wish I could get up and leave. But I'm already standing and there's no way to escape my own apartment. "Well?" I ask in an awful attempt to make conversation. Well, he's gonna fuck me. He's gonna break my heart once again and I'm gonna like that. We've been there before. And we're gonna be there time and time again.

#soccer imagines #soccer #soccer imagine #football #football imagines #football imagine #james rodriguez #james rodríguez #james rodriguez imagine #james rodríguez imagine #james rodriguez fanfic #mine #my writing #swap sunday #request #requested by anon #everton #fc everton #everton fc #illicit affairs #mad woman #colombia nt #colombia national team #angst

[scapegrace74-blog]

Do You Want To?

A/N The second prompt-inspired Metric Universe fic, this time in response to a request for Jealous Jamie/Claire by @stellarpuffin. Often we see Jamie being the jealous one, but this idea came to me fully formed. Set way back at the beginning of the Metric timeline, sometime between Breathing Underwater and Lost Kitten. Claire POV, and also just a hint of Jamie/John. Inspired by the Franz Ferdinand song and video referenced in the title, which is gloriously sexually ambiguous and can be seen here.

The entire Metric Universe is available on my AO3 page.

November 14, 2015

Village Underground, Shoreditch, London, England

"Are ye gonna bid on something?" Geillis asked as they made their way through a Tube car converted into an art installation space.

The friends stopped in front of a nine foot pastiche of rubber hoses, protrusions of oil paint and copper plating that seemed to be the artist's interpretation of what it might look like if a factory puked.

"I made my donation when I paid for my ticket," Claire replied. "Intriguing as these pieces are, if I don't mind every penny I'll end up homeless myself."

"Like I'd ever let that happen tae ye," her friend scoffed. "Let's head back tae the main buildin' then and make certain ye get yer money's worth in free food, at least."

Crisis UK's semi-annual fundraiser was a charity auction. Despite her jest, Claire was a regular contributor, having seen the physical and social toll of homelessness first-hand through her work at the hospital. The venue was a converted coal storage warehouse, renovated to the height of Functional Industrial Disrepair, and it echoed with the voices of patrons from all walks of life. Signature cocktails in hand, the two women stood to one side of the room and gossiped between morsels of finger food lifted from passing servers.

"Weeeel, if it isn't the wee fox cub," Geillis remarked with evil glee.

Muddled by several drinks downed in quick succession, Claire looked about for a stray forest animal. What she saw was nearly as unexpected. Standing out amongst the crowd of black dresses and expensive distressed jeans, Jamie Fraser's defiantly chaotic curls and trim navy blue uniform drew her eyes like a magnet. He was leaning down, listening in apparent rapt attention to a petite blonde woman with eyes take took up half her face and a crop top that started its life as a handkerchief.

"Thas' Leery Mackenzie," Geillis noted. "A more persistent flirt ye ne'er did meet, an' thas' comin' from me. Puir lad is in need of rescue."

In truth she barely knew the young fireman, besides having once been the only obstacle standing between his mangled body and the afterlife, but she found herself vaguely disappointed in his choice of company. But who was she to judge? Even heroes were entitled to an easy piece of tail now and then. After all, hadn't he dated Geillis once?

"Don't let me stop you, Duncan. I'll just stand here and hold up this derelict wall."

"Och, nah. Been there, done that. I think ye're the right woman fer the job, Beauchamp."

"Me?" she began to protest, but just then the background music ceased and a well-dressed man called for everyone to take their seats so that the auction could begin.

In addition to the art on display, a number of companies had donated services and experiences to be bid upon. Claire found herself wishing she could afford to indulge in the spa getaway package or a weekend for two in Margate. But then again, who would she take? Instead, she sipped on her drink and observed the crowd as item after item went on the block. Jamie was nowhere to be seen, but his blond friend sat in the front row, her bare shoulders glimmering under the bright lights. Who wore glitter to a charity auction, even in Shoreditch, she wondered uncharitably.

"Our next item on offer is sure to bring a smile to some lucky lady's face," the announcer intoned. "Lot 23 is an all-expenses paid night on the town with one of London Fire Brigade's bright young stars, Mister April himself, James Fraser. And here he is now. I'll start the bidding at fifty pounds."

Claire didn't know where to look first. Next to her, Geillis let out an abbreviated cry, sounding like a strangled goat. On the stage, Jamie had sauntered into the limelight, copperplate curls alight and tall, broad form neatly sheathed in navy blue. And in the front row, a glitter-strewn arm shot skyward before the auctioneer even named his starting price.

"Excellent, I have fifty pounds from the enthusiastic young lady in the front row. Do I hear sixty pounds?"

Hands were raised from elsewhere in the audience, but each time Leery answered with a higher bid.   Soon it was only the blonde tart and a slim dark-haired man with astonishingly long eyelashes who were bidding against each other.  

Claire watched to see if Jamie appeared uneasy with the idea of going on a date with another man, but he smiled easily any time the rivals outbid each other.  He wasn’t a vain man, in her estimation, but he wore his striking looks with an easy confidence that was undeniably sexy.  If you were into that sort of thing, that is.

“I have one hundred and sixty pounds from the young lady in front.  Do I hear one hundred and seventy pounds?”

The dark haired man shook his head, looking sincerely disappointed.  Claire felt a pang of sympathetic compassion.

“...once. Going twice. Final call.  I have one hundred and seventy pounds from a new bidder in the back!”

Every head swiveled around to where Claire sat, her arm raised on high.  Leery narrowed her eyes as though Claire had just cursed her lineage.  From the stage, Jamie made eye contact, instantly recognizing her. Perhaps she was deluding herself, but she felt he looked relieved.

“What happened tae livin’ on the streets?” Geillis snickered as the auctioneer recommenced the bidding.

“I’m banking on the fact that you took me in as a stray once before,” Claire retorted as she lifted her hand a second time.

When all was said and done, she ended up paying two hundred and ten pounds to go out on a date with a man she barely knew.  For reasons she couldn’t fathom, saving Jamie from Leery’s avid clutches was more important than her own ambivalence and enforced frugality.

“Ye never cease tae amaze me, Claire,” Geillis laughed after the auction concluded.  “Never in a million years would I have predicted ye had a crush on yon fox cub.”

“That’s because I don’t have a crush on him,” she denied.  “I just find the whole idea of a man, or a woman, mind you, selling himself like a piece of meat incredibly distasteful.”

“Oh, aye,” her friend grinned.  “Tis a noble deed ye’ve done, tae be sure.  An’ now that ye’ve saved him from the butcher’s block, whatever are ye tae do wit’ him?”

“I haven’t the faintest...”

“Good evenin’ tae ye, Nurse Beauchamp.  Geillis.”

The piece of meat in question stood before them, even more impressive at close range.  Just over his left shoulder she could see Leery looking on in disgust, a moue of despair painted on her ample lips.

After a few casual pleasantries, Jamie said, “Sae, Ms. Beauchamp, shall I give ye my number so we can arrange a time fer our wee outing?  I was thinking dinner an’ a show, but if ye prefer live music we could...”

“There won’t be any need to exchange numbers, Mr. Fraser.  Save your money, or better yet, donate it to the fundraiser.”

The look Leery gave her as she and a hysterical Geillis left to grab their coats was worth every penny.

#my writing #outlander

[dancer-me]

I posted 842 times in 2021

87 posts created (10%)

755 posts reblogged (90%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 8.7 posts.

I added 1,162 tags in 2021

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Longest Tag: 135 characters

#all of them paying rapt attention as i blow their mind with how to make a shared spreadsheet and utilize 'if' statements for efficiency

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

I mean no shade to Taylor Kelly or TK Strand but this is what happens in my brain every time someone abbreviates Taylor Kelly to "TK" in a post and I just think you all should know what's going on.

27 notes • Posted 2021-11-10 19:23:56 GMT

#4

Giving up Ground

cover art by @ronordmann

Part 2: Giving up Ground (read on AO3)

Rating: Mature Category: M/M Relationships: Tarlos, pre-relationship Buddie Chapters: 10/10 Total words: 76,092

Part 2 of Chaotic Energy 911 / 911 lonestar cross-over series.

Eddie was dating Ana. Had been, for almost the last two months. He had told Buck three weeks ago, straight up, that he was planning on romancing Ana at a cabin in the woods for a weekend. Just the two of them. As consenting adults. But after The Elevator Incident, Buck had honestly thought that the feelings between him and Eddie had shifted. He hadn’t thought Eddie would still go. Now, Buck is left to wonder whether it was all just wishful thinking. But his time to agonize over the ‘what ifs’ is cut short when a massive storm front blows in and causes a deadly multi-vehicle collision on a bridge over troubled water. Buck finds he’s glad Eddie isn’t around to see this. Meanwhile, TK is back in Texas. Carlos wants to live with him, he has a close friend in Buck, and life is good. That is, until some bad weather causes road rage in Austin, and TK finds that objects in the mirror are closer than they appear.

To read Part 1: Express to Nowhere (AO3)

34 notes • Posted 2021-10-03 20:13:19 GMT

#3

For the writing the next 5 sentences thing: "if we survive this, I will kill you"

“If we survive this, I will kill you.”

Buck finished clearing the broken glass from the window before chancing a glance over at Eddie who – fair – was pretty pissed, seeing as they were trapped on the seventh floor of a bayside office building because Buck had thought he heard someone and, spoiler alert: he’d been wrong.

The smoke was suffocating, but the window offered a welcome reprieve to Buck’s lungs as he looked his fill at Eddie’s frowning but still too handsome, soot covered face while the flames crept closer.

Buck reached out his hand and curled his fingers tightly around Eddie’s wrist, pulling him in close with a cheeky, “counterargument – if we survive this, I’ll kiss you,” while he pressed his forehead to Eddie’s, feeling Eddie’s nod and hearing the muttered, “we better live, asshole,” before he was tucked more securely in Eddie’s arms and tumbling out the window and into the bay below.

Buck had barely broken water with a deep gulp of fresh air before Eddie was on top of him; one hand tightly curled in his hair and the other pressed up against his back, but the only thing he could focus on was the hot, wet slide of Eddie’s lips against his.

“I’m never doing that again,” Eddie gasped when he finally pulled away, only to lick his way back into Buck’s mouth in reply after he grinned and asked, “what? Jump out a window or kiss me?”

Send me an ask with the first sentence of a fanfic and I'll write the next 5

40 notes • Posted 2021-08-17 20:45:47 GMT

#2

9-1-1 / Lone Star Fanfic Masterpost

Hi hi! Here's a list of my 9-1-1 / Lone Star fanfics to date on AO3 😊

Buddie

Quarter Life Crisis - Rated G | 1,841 words | Complete

“Quarter life crisis? Really, Buck?”

Truthfully, Buck hadn't meant to offer his two cents to the bickering family, the words had just popped out. But yeah, Buck could remember his quarter life crisis. Only at the time, he'd been pretty sure it was going to be his only life crisis, because the universe had seemed pretty hell bent on ending Evan Buckley.

Alternate universe coda to 4x10 "Parenthood" where Ana Flores is most definitely not in the picture.

(4.10 fix-it, fluff, pre-relationship Buddie, some cute pining)

-

Pull Me Under - Rated T | 3,413 words | Complete

Buck makes the choice to get back under a fire truck to save Eddie.

Eddie hopes that he's enough to save Buck from himself.

(4.14 character introspection, angst and feels, angst with a happy ending, first kiss)

-

Coming Soon to a Theatre Near You - Rated M | 11,871 words | Complete

In which a popcorn flick movie producer is rescued by the 118 and immediately sees the future of his next hit summer movie. He takes a special interest in Firefighters Diaz and Buckley.

(fluff, humour, outsider POV on Buddie, getting together, first kiss, borderline crack but I regret nothing)

Buddie & Tarlos

Chaotic Energy Series

Buck didn't know who 'Buck' was anymore, both in and out of the uniform. Well, other than reckless. Hard to love. A bad friend.

Buck finds an unexpected kindred spirit in TK Strand, which would be great if the universe wasn’t working in overdrive to get rid of them both on an individual basis that is only exacerbated when the two of them are together.

This is the journey of the chaos that is Buck and TK as Buck works to rediscover who he is and maybe, just maybe, find his own happily ever after with the love of his life along the way.

Part 1: Express to Nowhere - Rated T | 22,479 words | Complete

In which Buck and TK form a lasting friendship after they get trapped in an elevator together at a first responder's convention in California. The 118 and 126 work together to rescue them.

(established Tarlos, pre-relationship Buddie, H/C, angst and humour, TK and Buck bromance, not actually unrequited love but Eddie is dumb).

Part 2: Giving up Ground - Rated M | 32,000+ words | WIP

In which Buck and TK face separate weather related collision calls. Tarlos takes the next step in their relationship, but Buck can't help but feel like he's somehow given up ground in his friendship with Eddie.

(established Tarlos, pre-relationship Buddie, angst, hurt TK and Buck, mutual pining, Eddie is less dumb but still up there, H/C and H no C).

51 notes • Posted 2021-07-15 21:49:44 GMT

#1

Coming Soon to a Theatre Near You

Inspired by @ktinaj and this post of hers!

In which a popcorn flick movie producer is rescued by the 118 and immediately sees the future of his next hit summer movie. He takes a special interest in Firefighters Diaz and Buckley.

Rated: M | M/M Buddie | 11,870 words | one-shot

The speakers in the SUV were blaring 80’s hard rock, volume turned up to max, loud enough to be heard over the buffeting of the wind through the open windows as the SUV sped down the Pacific Coast Highway.

Some would say that Tucker Davies was an unlucky man.

Most, really, would agree that having his vehicle careened off the side of the road by a sudden rockslide and balanced precariously on the edge of the steep cliff was nightmare material.

But not Tucker Davies.

No, not him.

Tucker opened his eyes and he saw a bright future. He saw red carpets, Hollywood lights – possibly even a Golden Globe. He saw a blockbuster.

He saw two of the most beautiful men he’d ever seen, in navy blue LAFD uniforms, repelling down the cliffside to reach him in his vehicle. They had the build. They had the jaw lines. They had the fierce confidence in their eyes. They had the chemistry. Tucker had worked in the film industry for almost two decades, and he knew a money shot when he saw one.

These two firefighters of the Las Angeles Fire Department? They were money.

Tucker had questions.

What were these men doing in public service when they checked all the boxes for a promising film career? True, he had no idea what their voices sounded like, or if they could actually act, but this was 2021 – popcorn action movies didn’t need good actors. They needed buff, beautiful men with chemistry and a compelling plot line.

He could work with this.

Continue reading on AO3

60 notes • Posted 2021-07-10 03:18:31 GMT

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