#as long as youre okay with a 1.5k fic post on your blog

[valeriianz]

You are an obsession, you're my obsession Who do you want me to be to make you sleep with me?

“Hello, Hob,” a low, sultry, and achingly familiar voice speaks behind him, cutting through the heavy bass reverberating off the walls and straight through Hob’s chest, lighting him up.

Turning, Hob finds– who he’d been referring to as– his stranger behind him, close enough to reach out and touch. They’re in the middle of the dance floor, bodies packed and grinding all night, but somehow they’ve given them room now.

Hob was dreaming, he was aware of it almost immediately. He’s been thrown back into the 1980s, one of Hob’s favorite periods of the 20th century, and in a nightclub no less. The music loud enough to penetrate skin, feeling the twangy synth pop in his bones. Everyone around him dressed in every color of the rainbow, over accessorized in neon hoop earrings and bangles, leg warmers, windbreakers, and mesh patterns. 

Hob’s dreams often took him back in time, and he wondered what prompted this. Though as Hob often did in his dreams, instead of considering why, he simply indulged. The music wasn’t anything particular, perhaps nothing was actually playing and it was all in his head, but Hob had felt the push and pull of everyone around him and followed along like a buoy at sea.

And now, feeling drunk off the sticky sweet air in the room, Hob grins as he boldly steps into his stranger’s space and slips both arms around his middle, pulling so his skinny, pale, gorgeous friend is flush against him.

He’d been dancing with strangers all night, shadows with indeterminate faces, allowing them to trace patterns on his skin, grip his shoulders or tug on his shirt. Hob hadn’t been dancing or even hanging around loud bars or clubs in decades, maybe somewhere deep in his subconscious, he missed it. Missed the anonymity of it all, getting high off everyone else’s pleasure and succumbing to it. So it made sense, as Hob felt himself getting hot, his skin prickling, that his imagination would wander, drifting to his perfect stranger. The only constant in his life, and someone who frequented Hob’s dreams often, especially as their centennial meetings came around or passed.

Though this iteration of his friend appeared distinctly… solid. He was dressed in that long black coat and skinny jeans from their last meeting (where he’d apologized, apologized! And called Hob a friend), his black hair gently tousled as before.

Hob paid it no mind as his tongue finally became useful and spoke for him.

“Hello, stranger.” he tried his best to mimic his friend’s deep voice and giggled at himself, cataloging the twitch of amusement in his usual stony face.

“You were thinking about me.” He spoke again, choosing to not point out how Hob currently had his arms ensnared around him and swaying them back and forth. “In a place like this.”

His stranger cast his gaze about the room and Hob noticed, in the pulsing lights, his eyes were black, all the way to the sclera, not the crystal blue that Hob had become so acquainted with. It was startling, and as the strobe lights began to flicker, Hob watched his friend’s eyes shimmer as well, like stars dancing in the night sky.

“I’m always thinking about you,” Hob spoke, transfixed. He hadn’t meant to say that, but fuck it, this was a dream and he’d said and done much worse with his oldest friend, to this stranger, in the comfort of his own head. “Even if I don’t know your bloody name yet.”

Those piercing eyes focused back on Hob and he felt himself physically wobble, holding onto his friend now for support.

“Oh, I am aware.” Hob caught his breath at the genuine smile his friend gave him, much like the one in the New Inn just days ago. “But you do know my name, you must, in order to summon me like this.”

Hob huffed, impatient. His friend’s hands were still resolutely at his side, unmoving even as Hob squeezed and swayed with a little more force.

“Sure, Dream Stranger,” Hob’s arms eased up just enough to slot his hands against bony hips and pull, making him stagger forward. Hob smirked, elated at the absolute shock reflected in the man’s expression.

“Now get with the program,” Hob leaned in, touching his nose to his stranger’s, the slight gasp it caused going straight to Hob’s cock. “And put your hands on me.”

He didn’t pull away, which was good. This dream had been derailed long enough. And finally, finally Hob’s dream lifted his arms and surrounded Hob’s face in his hands.

Big hands, Hob realized as his entire body went still. Big fucking hands, with long fingers, cool to the touch, and slipping back into his hair. Hob felt like he’d been electrocuted, his face forced forward, pupils shaking as he met his stranger dead on, getting lost in the inky black atmosphere of his impalpable eyes.

“Ah,” Hob eloquently said, swallowing hard. “This is different.”

“Is it?” His stranger gave a smirk of his own, lips turning up sharp at the corners, like they could cut. “How do these dreams normally proceed?”

Slowly, like pieces fitting into a puzzle, understanding trickles in Hob’s brain and his eyes go wide, his heart stopping before kicking back up in double time.

“Oh, you’re– really here, aren’t you.” It’s not a question. Hob would feel more embarrassed about this if his ancient friend wasn’t holding him at eye level, scrutinizing in an obnoxiously amusing way.

“Yes.”

Hob wets his lips and doesn’t miss how the galaxy flicks down to watch the motion. “And your name is…”

“Dream.” His fingers tangle further into Hob’s hair, gripping it and causing Hob’s jaw to drop with a not-so-quiet groan.

He leans in close, cold lips brushing Hob’s jaw and making every hair stand on end. 

“I would appreciate it if you used it now, Hob Gadling.”

Hob’s eyes flutter shut, his fingers pressing on narrow hips hard enough to bruise. “Dream?”

“Mm…” Dream purrs, like a cat content, as he nuzzles his way up Hob’s neck to speak hotly in his ear. “Again.”

Hob gasps like the air has been ripped from him as Dream bites the top of his ear, sending a bolt of electricity down his spine and causing his hips to twitch involuntarily.

“Dream.” Hob tilts his head, exposing his neck as Dream’s lips drag along the stubble there, licking and nibbling as he goes. “Oh my god–”

“Again.” The demand is punctuated with one hand moving from Hob’s hair to his backside, groping roughly and setting Hob on fire as he feels the confined outline of Dream’s arousal press against his own straining erection.

“Fuck–” Hob releases Dream’s hips and holds onto his face instead, pulling it from his abused neck and forcing their mouths together.

The kiss is the most grounding Hob has ever felt, but also fleeting, delicate like a cloud. Hob holds on like Dream could vanish, melt into the floorboards or dissolve into a pile of sand– sand! God, Hob was an idiot.

Dream’s tongue invades Hob’s mouth like a cavalry, drowning Hob. Bites his bottom lip like a brand, a claim, drawing blood and making Hob shake with want. The dance floor suddenly becomes vacant, people vanishing, music filtering out like a volume knob had been turned down. Hob’s hands settle on Dream’s shoulders and push, walking them backwards until Dream’s back connects with a wall and Hob thrusts his entire body onto him. The impact forces a cough of surprise from Dream and Hob likes it, elated to elicit any kind of reaction from his friend.

“You make me crazy,” Hob bites out, pressing his own fingers against Dream’s throat and up into his silky soft hair, grabbing it and watching his friend to see how his eyes glint something hot and dangerous. “You know that?”

“Would you demonstrate it for me?” Dream’s lips curl, enticing and provoking, daring Hob to say yes. To take Dream apart and show him every fantasy he’s ever conjured up. To act on every impure thought Hob’s ever had, every fleeting glance or touch turned purposeful and laden with desire.

Hob would take Dream apart, if that’s what he wished. And here, in his dream, anything was possible, and Hob intended to keep him here as long as he could, letting Dream into his darkest whims and satisfactions. Perhaps he already knew, could feel it in Hob, the way Dream made him ache, the way he made him hunger. 

Slipping his fingers through Dream’s belt loops, Hob pulled as he rolled his hips, connecting their fronts and knocking his head back with the bolt of pleasure. Dream’s hands fisted into his shirt and held on as they met again and again.

“Hob–” Dream crooned, his mouth at his collarbone.

“Yes,” Hob finally answered, his head coming down to watch Dream, seduced by the exploding cosmos in his eyes. “I would show you everything.”

#dreamling #hob gadling #dream x hob #inspired by the song Obsession by Animotion #well this got out of hand #this was just gonna be them dancing #i wanted hob to goad dream into it and it be awkward and funny #mostly i just wanted to see dream stiff as a board and hob laughing at him #and then i fucking wrote this lol #not that im complaining #i still want to write them being silly and dancing #also #HAPPY SANDMAN RENEWAL AHHH #my writing #edit: tumblr ate my Read More break and its already been reblogged without it ahh #oh well #as long as youre okay with a 1.5k fic post on your blog #without a page break lol #*self consciousness trickles in*

[seresinsbabe]

Could you combine prompt 6 and 7 of the hurt/comfort prompts with Jake and reader?

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x fem!reader

Hurt/Comfort Prompts:

6. “Tell me where you are and I’ll come get you.”

7. “What happened?  Are you okay?”

Warnings: Domestic Violence, Abuse, Alcohol Abuse, General Violence, Angst

Word Count: 1.5k

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A/N: So sorry this took me so long to get out! Also I just kind of started writing and ran with it.

It wasn’t the first time he’d hit you. Hell it wasn’t even the tenth time he’d hit you. It was the hardest he’d hit you so far. So hard you saw stars and then when you had started to stumble he’d pushed you, causing you to hit your head on the kitchen counter. How you hadn’t been knocked unconscious you weren’t sure. Then again, maybe you had and you were finally coming to.

Blake was charming to the outside world. That was how he’d gotten you. He approached you in the bar one night with a charming smile and sweet words. It wasn’t until a little over a month of you dating that he’d started to change. At first it was little things. Like he’d be upset if you weren’t home when you said you would, if you fell asleep before you could switch the laundry into the dryer, or if you were too loud when he was trying to watch tv. Then it started to escalate. He started cutting you off from the outside world. Convincing you to leave your job so he could take care of you. Making your friends out to be bad people so you would cut them off. You already didn’t have any family left so when you took the scissors the strings of your other relationships Blake was all you had left. The man knew what he was doing. He’d done this before. 

Never had you thought you’d let yourself get into a situation like this. You always thought you were smarter than that. Only evil didn’t come at you straightforwardly. By the time you realized exactly what was happening you were stuck. Or at least you felt stuck. You had no money, no friends, no one to run to for help. All you had was Blake and the never ending pain he caused.

Slowly you sat up, trying to stave off the nauseating dizziness that crept up with every movement. Yeah, you definitely had a concussion. It was dark in the house, no sound and you weren’t sure if Blake was still here or not. It wasn’t until you heard the loud apneic snoring coming from the couch that you knew he was still here. All you knew was that you had to get out. You couldn’t let this happen again because then you’d never get out. Not unless he killed you and with the way the beatings were going you were sure that might not be too far away.

Reaching up on the counter top you felt around to try and find your phone. Your heart was beating fast because you had to work quickly. There was no telling how long he would be out for this time. When your hand landed on your phone you fought the urge to let out a sigh of relief. The only reason you still were allowed a phone was so Blake could track you. And he went through it all the time. You were so scared he’d find something you hadn’t hidden well enough that you never tried anything for fear of being beaten. What was so different about this time you weren’t sure. All you knew was that you had to get out. You knew the statistics, every woman did. It was like part of being a woman. Knowing the odds of your survival in different situations with men. 

You sunk back down, tucking your phone into your bra and wincing as you did so. Your arm must have taken some damage, whether it happened when you fell or when he was beating you, you didn’t know. And right now it didn’t really matter. Crawling to the bathroom in your bedroom would take longer than walking, but you had to stay low. Your heart was beating so hard you could hear it in your ears. 

By some grace of the universe the floors didn’t creak as you moved towards the room at the end of the hall. You were getting ahead of yourself and moving too quickly. Your foot bumped into the nightstand by the bed. Empty beer bottles clashed into one another, one of them falling off and landing on your heel. It took everything in you not to yelp in pain. The snoring from the living cut out and you quickly rushed the rest of the way into the bathroom. Silently closing and locking the door behind you. 

It wasn’t the first time you’d locked yourself in this bathroom. Blake had broken the door down before and you’d been left to put it back up. The evidence of his rage is clear as day against the white wood and trim.

You were unsure if he’d woken up. The snoring hadn’t returned, but you also didn’t hear footsteps or his voice. Maybe just maybe luck was still in your side. 

Why your shaky fingers had pressed on his name you weren’t sure, but they had. Maybe it was because you knew Jake Seresin would answer. The ex that got away. You’d never believed in “right person, wrong time” until you’d met him. And you knew he was still in town. You’d seen his truck with that gaudy orange Longhorns sticker on the back of it driving around. 

“Y/N?” He sounded sleepy, but god was his voice comforting. “What happened? Are you okay?”

It wasn’t until you started speaking that you realized you were crying. “J-Jake please come g-get-“

The sound of Blake banging against the store made you scream out. He started spewing threats and you started crying harder. On the other end of the phone Jake could hear everything. By now he’d jumped out of bed, the exhaustion from his most recent deployment replaced with anger and adrenaline. 

“Babydoll, tell me your address. I’m on my way.” Through scared sobs you rattled off your address. You knew he would come, but would he make it in time?

Jake was reluctant to hang up, but he knew he needed backup. Bradley and Javy didn’t hesitate, and neither did Phoenix. They all knew how hung up Jake still was over you. They’d been part of the friends you cut off. Phoenix had been worried, she knew the signs but the others just assumed it was you trying to sever ties with Jake. A woman knew better, but she didn’t have the proof.

He had barely parked his truck before he was jumping out of it. The yelling and banging could be heard from outside and it only angered him more. How many times has it been this loud and your neighbors didn’t do a damn thing?

The front door was locked. It only took two kicks for him to open it. He wasn’t even thinking anymore. He was just feeling. The second he stepped foot in the room was the same second that Blake busted the bathroom door down. The sound of his friends calling out his name was drowned out by the image of you. His babydoll cowering in the space between the toilet and the tub, all battered and bruised. Your eyes wide with fear. He never should have left you. He never should have let the fear of dying on a mission keep him from you. Or the fear of not being able to make you happy. All those stupid fears that made him think he was doing you a favor by leaving you. When all it had really done was push you into the arms of this piece of shit.

Blake wasn’t even paying attention to the other people in the room. He was still drunk and focused on getting to you. It wasn’t until Jake knocked him into the wall that Blake even really registered their presence. It gave Phoenix the space to get to you. 

“Who the hell ar-” his words were cut off when Jake’s fist made contact with his jaw. After that he couldn’t stop. By the time Javy and Rooster were able to pull Jake off him his knuckles were bloody. 

Jake fisted his shirt in his hands, bringing their faces inches apart. “You even look in her direction again and I will. kill. you.” The only reason Jake hadn’t killed him now was because he’d been stopped. He tossed Blake back down, the sound of police sirens pulling up came from outside.

A malicious grin still managed to pull at the corners of Blake’s mouth as he watched Jake turn and walk away. “Enjoy those bruises. She screamed real pretty when I made ‘em.” If it weren’t for Javy pushing Jake forward he would have turned around and gone back for more. Cops or no cops. 

“Hey, don’t worry about him. Right now she needs you.” 

And Javy was right. The second Jake stepped outside you left Phoenix and went to him. Sobs wracking through your body as you clutched onto him like your life depended on it.

“He’s never going to touch you again, I promise.” Jake whispered, he wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head. And for the first time in a long time you knew you were safe.

#jake seresin x y/n #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin fic #jake seresin angst #top gun maverick #hangman x reader #hangman x you #hangman top gun #hangman angs

[wannab-urs]

Hi Gin! Congratulations on your 1.5k celebration! I'm coming in with some fun questions for your sleepover!

What piece are you the most proud of? Doesn't have to be about popularity, just something that you're really happy about how it came out.

Do you do anything unique during your writing process?

And for funsies, a little variation on FMK:

Brave an Ikea showroom, Assemble Ikea furniture, or Eat at the Ikea cafeteria

with

Frankie, Joel or Ezra

(they just seem like a fun batch to play with, though if you've got other hot takes bring 'em in, I love to hear them!)

Hello!!! Thank you so very much <3

I am and always will be most proud of A Ghost of You. It was my first fic, so I obviously think there are things I could do better now, but it means so much to me. It's the first time I've ever put that much feeling into long form writing (read: not a poem). It's the first time I ever shared my work. It's the reason I made so many wonderful friends in this fandom. It doesn't have a lot of notes -- in fact that series is the least interacted with on my blog out of everything else I've posted -- but that doesn't matter much to me. I love it so much lol.

I basically come up with the entire fic in my head and don't write anything down at all. The idea is usually sparked by a song, but not always. Uhhh then I do a stream of consciousness style outline that's a mix between actually writing the fic and just getting my ideas on paper. Then I go back and edit all of that so it forms coherent sentences. I have no idea if any of that is unique

Okay and for "Brave an Ikea showroom, Assemble Ikea furniture, or Eat at the Ikea cafeteria" Frankie, Joel or Ezra

I think I'd trust Joel the most to assemble the furniture with/for me. I'm fairly capable of assembling furniture, but I'm lazy, and I think Joel would like... make improvements to the furniture for me. Let's put those contractor skills to work!

Ezra and Frankie both have lots of experience exploring unknown terrain, but seeing as how Frankie made it out of the jungle with all his limbs and at least some money I think I'll brave the showroom with him.

That leaves me eating at the cafeteria with Ezra. I think we'd have a lovely conversation over the swedish meatballs or whatever it is they sell there (I've never been to an Ikea).

Thank you for this incredible ask!

Join the sleepover

This got long so poll below the cut:

#gins1500sleepover #fmk except not lol

[that-sarcastic-writer]

Lia's sleepover

Hi lovelies! So I just saw I hit 1.5k followers. And like holy shit, I was just celbrating 1.3k not even 2 months ago, its honestly so crazy and I'm so thankful for all the love and support! So I wanted to celebrate, but since I still have an active milestone challenge (which is still open btw, more info here), I thought I'd do my first sleepover, like ever, instead.

So this sleepover will consist of two sections, writing requests and send me things. see below for all the details

General info

The sleepover will begin today, July 18th until Saturday, July 23rd. That's how long I'll be taking requests/asks specifically to be included in the sleepover. And on Sunday, July 24nd I will be posting the writing requests. Though I will answer any send me things asks throughout the week.

For obvious reasons, and as it always has been, I ask that all participants be 18+. If you are under 18, one you should not be interacting with my blog to begin with, but I can't control your media consumption, so I do ask that you respect my boundaries and you don't participate.

If you are thinking of sending a writing request (that is not a headcanon) I ask that you do it asap so that I actually have time to have it done by Sunday.

You are more than welcome to send more than one ask, like please, go crazy.

Be kind and respectful, and I do ask that you look at my hard no's before requesting, I will include those below, I will not answer asks that make me uncomfortable.

I will use the tags #lia's sleepover #sleepover and #sweet asks

Send me things section

FMW fictional characters editions, would you rather, top three of whatever

Send me a kink and I'll rate it. Fuck no | No | Rather not | Not sure | I suppose | Yes | Fuck yes | Give it to me right fucking now |

Send me a character and I'll rate them

Ask me about my favourite trope

Ask me about my works or any future works you would like to know about

Anything your heart desires!, anything you want to know, anything you want to say to me, I want to hear it all

Writing request section

Send me a character + a kink, trope or line of dialogue (from the list I will link below pls) and I'll write a drabble for it (Maybe longer if I'm really feeling it)

Send me a character and your headcannons (SFW or NSFW)

Send me your thotties fantasies about x character and I'll write a drabble, yes it can be as filthy as you want. Reference my no's list and characters I'm writing for if you're unsure

Need I remind you you must be 18+ to request anything? Yes, please please, respect my boundaries, refrain from requesting if you are under 18.

Writing request info

Here is the list of characters I'm currently writing for. Soldier Boy, Dean Winchester, Matt Murdock, Frank Castle, Javier P, and Din Djarin

As always my works are X readers, for the most part f!reader, but if there's no need for specifications it'll remain gender neutral

For the character + dialogue, I ask that you reference the list of dialogues I made in this post. But if you have a specific line of dialogue you'd like me to do that's okay too.

Here are my no's when it comes to requests. I don't have many and I'm open to pretty much anything, these are just my hard no's. Anything noncon (I've seen so many sb fics with this, I refuse to write this), anything blood kink related, BDSM themes simply because I don't know anywhere near enough to be able to write it, the obvious grooming, pedophilia, shit like that. It's not much, I'm open to pretty much anything.

Send me things!

Thank you to everyone who has liked, commented and reblogged my fics these past few weeks, you have made my summer so much more bearable and I appreciate you so much. Your support means the world to me. And thank you for allowing me to share my love of these men. Yall are awesome.

No preassure tags, tagging my lovely mutuals

@fluffyprettykitty @a-reader-and-a-writer @sketch-and-write-lover @witchisenpai @gyllenhaalstories @inklore @loverhymeswith @littlestatesman

#lia's sleepover #sleepover #lia's 1.5k celebration #lia's 1.5k sleepover

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Hi! I mostly write fanfic and reblog Marauders related posts here.

I adore Starchaser (Jegulus/Sunseeker)! ❤️💚 I also love bartylus. I read most ships, actually, but those are my faves right now (i contain multitudes).

Regulus is trans to me! 🏳️‍⚧️

Since this is a sideblog, likes and follows are from my personal blog, orion-sbelt.

I will not follow you back if you are under 18, or don't have your age in your bio/I can't tell that you're over 18, or your blog is blank.

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DISCLAIMER

I haven’t read the Harry Potter books in years at this point. I do watch the movies from time to time. I am aware of all the issues in the canon, including the racism, antisemitism, fatphobia, sexism, and homophobia (and more 😬). I am very critical with the original material when I engage in it. I do not financially support Joanne in any way.

I do think critically about what it means to be in this fandom. I do my best to minimize any further harm. I do speak out against Joanne and the issues in the Harry Potter books.

I know the criticisms about being in this fandom and I still choose to be here, and I’m the one who has to deal with what that means.

My Fics (under cut)

Headache (starchaser, trans regulus, AU - royalty/arranged marriage, Explicit, WIP)

Prince Regulus Black always knew a few things about marriage: he wouldn’t get to choose his partner, he would marry a man (because his parents would never see him as a man), and that it would be loveless. His new husband, James Potter, can try to change Regulus’s mind about that last one, but he won’t. He doesn’t care that James is kind and patient and very attractive. No, love is not in the cards for Regulus. A story about learning to love and learning to be loved.

James, the Sun (starchaser, background wolfstar and marylily, trans regulus, AU, Mature, 23.9k)

James has been struggling with feeling like he’s too much ever since he and Lily divorced. He’s trying to balance fatherhood, his newly found bachelorhood, and the fact that Sirius keeps disappearing for weeks trying to find his long lost brother, Regulus. When Regulus comes back into Sirius’ life things get even more complicated. OR James is the sun and Regulus tries not to burn.

fool for you (starchaser, Band AU, Mature, 6.5k)

Hard rock lead singer Regulus Black is possibly in love with his brother’s best friend, James Potter (okay, he definitely is). He gets inspired to write a sappy love song and it leaves his fans wondering: who’s got Regulus so soft?

say "don't go" (starchaser, AU, Mature, 1.4k)

i would stay forever if you say, “don’t go.” Lately, things have been rocky for James and Regulus, but all James needs to hear are two simple words.

Hard Days (starchaser, trans regulus, AU, Teen, 1.1k)

Regulus wakes up with body dysphoria and seeks out his boyfriend, James.'

The Best Boyfriend (starchaser, trans regulus (mentioned), AU, Teen, 1.5k)

Regulus has the best boyfriend. Even if he makes him worry sometimes.

My Blood (Regulus & Sirius, Canon Compliant, Mature, 3k, Major Character Death)

Sirius came back home for Regulus. Sirius protected Regulus the best he could, until the end.

#posting to pin #about me #shouts into the ether #might add more later

[t-h-i-n-g]

Oml yes!! I love Nancy, and completely understand the whole want to be her and with her thing. Also, I have to agree with your Hopper statement too, bc he’s a GOOD father, which, is hard to find these days. MOVING ON-

Steve and Robin are phenomenal duo and are just amazing. Also, like everybody else, loved Eddie in s4. OH OH OH AND DUSTINNNNN!! He’s literally so underrated and for what??? Like he’s awesome and so is the actor.

Max is iconic, I was so excited to see a red head in this show that wasn’t a villain AND had a love interest. (I never see them and as a red-head it sucks.

Do you read or write much fanfiction? I used to but I want to start up again your blog kind inspired me.

DUSTIN IS SOOOOOOOOOO UNDERATED FOR WHAT!!!??????? LIKE THE DUDE'S GF HELPED SAVED THE WORLD HE DESERVE'S A LITTLE MORE CREDIT WOULDN'T YOU THINK!!!!!! Eddie ofc is perfect. Really wish I had an Eddie. Everyone could should have an Eddie. With Max, i can see how that could get a little frustrating with most red-heads indeed being side characters and not getting the love they deserve.

I take in fanfiction like a drug, honestly it's a problem. Like I read more fanfiction then actual books. I'd say this summer I've read about 100k from books but at least 300k from fanfics. Embarrassing. But it's not my fault the writers here have better plots. And as for writing I just started not even a week ago actual posting fanfiction. I had a Nancy fanfic in my head for a while and decided to make a series out of it. As well as taking requests for other characters. (I am indeed just finishing up an Eddie fic that's like 1.5k long which was requested today. LMAO I have too much time on my hands. But either it was running 6 miles or writing and lol guess what I chose?)

And you should totally go for it! Writing is such a cool experience as well as posting and getting feedback from it. Do it, the worst that could happen would be that you would end up not wanting to follow through with it and that's okay!! Whatever happens have a good time.

Be ballsy go for it.

#things.thoughts

[shmaptainwrites]

mimi’s 1.5K writing challenge celebration

Holy smokes I can’t believe we’re actually here! I never thought when I started this blog less than a year ago that I’d get this far this fast and it’s all thanks to wonderful people like you who have supported me through this hobby of mine!

So this time around I wanted to celebrate the talent around me, of all the wonderful authors who follow me or even just want to participate in a writing challenge! This is for you to showcase your writing and your work!

Come Participate! - Note: I will be closing my ask box while I’m in class!!!

Dates:

The masterlist will be posted on: Tuesday November 2nd

Characters/Pairings:

Works can be x reader, x oc, or the ships listed

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Emily Prentiss

Penelope Garcia

Morcia

Hotchgan

Gotch

Steve Rogers

Sam Wilson

Bobby Nash

Rules:

All entries must be SFW (14A type content max)

Word Count between 1000-10 000

Each work should have a title so I can easily label it for the masterlist

All entries should be tagged with mimis 1.5K writing challenge

All entries should tag my rec account @alexxblake so I don’t miss it!

Send me an ask with the prompt number and category you would like to write, what pairing you will be writing it for, and the url of the account you will be posting it under

Please reblog this post so that we can get as many people to participate as possible!

A follow is not required but it is much appreciated :)

Each prompt can be used by two different people

If you use more than one prompt you can either put them in the same fic or write multiple separate entries

Feel free to ask any and all questions through my ask box! It’s possible others will also be wondering the same thing

Prompts:

Fluff

1. “They’re not you,” [Aaron Hotchner x Reader @ssa-ki99 ]

2. “You cancelled plans… for me?” [ Aaron Hotchner x Reader @arsonhotchner ]

3. “I think I love you,”

4. “He/She/They have your eyes,”

5. “You’re very endearing when you’re half asleep,” [Aaron Hotchner x Reader @hotchnerz ]

6. Concept: [person a] needs to pull an all nighter so [person b] (who has done this many times) helps them stay awake

7. Concept: [person a] mentions a certain food/drink they love and the next day [person b] has bought a whole bunch of said food/drink for them [Steve Rogers x Reader @magicalxdaydream ] [Aaron Hotchner x black!Reader @/ssavanessa22]

8. Concept: [person a] gets very clingy when they’re drunk and [person b] seems to be the perfect outlet [Sam Wilson x Reader @fangirlovestuff ]

9. Concept: [person a] is usually closed off but tells [person b] they love them for the first time

10. Concept: [person a] loves to play with [person b]’s hair

Angst

1. “Do I even matter to you?” [Steve Rogers @nekoannie-chan ]

2. “Just stop talking. Stop,”

3. “I see how you look at them,”

4. “We both knew this was never going to have a happy ending,”

5. “We never got the right timing,”

6. Concept: [person a] has never noticed [person b] who has been in love with them for as long as they can remember

7. Concept: [person a] cradling [person b]’s unconscious body

8. Concept: [person a] dies and leaves [person b] with an unresolved conflict

9. Concept: [person a] and [person b] slowly fall out of love

10. Concept: [person a] breaks [person b]’s trust [Hotchgan @masterwords ]

Hurt Comfort

1. “Come here, let me see that,” [Aaron Hotchner x Reader @doctorstethoscope ]

2. “I don’t think you’re well enough to be doing that,” [Hotchgan @whump-town ]

3. “Sometimes we’re not okay, but that doesn’t mean people will love you any less,” [Aaron Hotchner x Reader @ssa-h0tchner ]

4. “I’m at the hospital,” [Hotchgan @masterwords ]

5. “Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that,” [Aaron Hotchner x Reader @ssahotchie ]

6. Concept: [person a] can’t sleep so they call [person b] [Aaron Hotchner x Reader @heliotropehotch ]

7. Concept: [person a] has been feeling down lately so [person b] thinks up of ways to cheer them up

8. Concept: [person a] is trying to hide the fact that they’re hurt but [person b] can see right through their facade [Aaron Hotchner x Reader @/ssa-h0tchner]

9. Concept: [person a] is sick and [person b] offers to take care of them

10. Concept: [person a] has a nightmare and wakes up screaming scaring [person b] [Emily Prentiss x OC @delilahjareau ]

AU/Tropes

1. Royalty!AU

2. Bakery!AU [Gotch @/hotchnerz]

3. Musician!AU

4. High School Teachers!AU [Aaron Hotchner x black!Reader @ssavanessa22 ]

5. Victorian!AU

6. Best Friends to Lovers

7. Enemies to Lovers

8. There’s Only One Bed [Derek Morgan x Reader @genevievedarcygranger ]

9. Fake Dating/Fake Marriage

10. Roommates to Lovers [ Aaron Hotchner x Reader @/arsonhotchner]

Songs

1. Slow Burn • Kacey Musgraves

2. I Will Wait • Mumford and Sons

3. I Found You • Andy Grammar

4. Cheek to Cheek • Ella Fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong

5. Love & War in Your Twenties • Jordy Searcy

6. Don’t Hold Me • Dean Lewis

7. It’s Been a Long, Long Time • Harry James

8. Strange • Celeste

9. Electric Love • BØRNS

10. Do You Wanna Do Nothing With Me? • Lawrence

Tagging some mutuals for a signal boost and to thank them for all their support!!

@sylvie-writes @roger-that-cap @arsonhotchner @ssahotchie @hotchnerz @hotchnerundercover @hotforhotchner11 @mrsh0tchner @heliotropehotch @ssa-ki99 @ssa-h0tchner @doctorstethoscope

#mimis 1.5k writing challenge #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #derek morgan #derek morgan x reader #hotchgan #gotch #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #morcia #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #sam wilson #sam wilson x reader #penelope garcia x reader #penelope garcia x aaron hotchner #derek morgan x aaron hotchner #hotch x garcia #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner one shot

[decembermoonskz]

izzy’s request guidelines ⊹.°*

Hi there, I see you’re interested in sending me a request! 

Well, you’re in luck! This post has all you need to know about my rules and guidelines for requesting! I hope this can prevent any confusion, but of course, if you have any questions, please send them my way via and ask! :D

REQUEST STATUS: CLOSED

(guidelines are below the cut!! ✨📝)

✨ so who do you write for?

As of right now, I currently write for: 

All Stray Kids members

Certain Enhypen members*: Heeseung, Jay, Jake, Sunghoon

All TXT members

I may occasionally write for someone I don’t normally write for, but it just won’t be as frequent, and those works will go under a section that has yet to be added to my masterlist called “misc”. If I ever do choose to officially** write for that member or group I will update this post and rb to let you all know. 

* - Sunoo, Jungwon, and Niki do appear in my fics but only as secondary characters. If I ever choose to write for them in the future I will update this post. ** - When i say “officially” I mean I’ll most likely create a section for that group if I staart writing for the members of that group instead of just labeling it under “misc”. It also means I’ll take requests for them. However, if I’m just writing for one member it will remain under “misc”.

📝 what genres do you write and not write?

I like to write a variety of genres! Here are lists of what I write and do not write.

✅Things I do write: 

fluff // angst // healing/comfort // suggestive // fantasy // humor // action

AUs 

❌Things I do not write:

member x member // smut // yandere 

mafia!au // street racer!au // modern day marriage!au (i prefer fantasy or royal!au for marriage fics i.e. arranged marriage!aus) // pregnant!reader or idol x reader with a child or single parent!au // incest (this includes stepsiblings) // s.a./r*pe // i do not write horror regularly and only dabble with it so i prefer it not be requested, therefore i will keep it here in the do not write

more will be added if necessary...

I do not negotiate on things I do not write. I also have every right to not write your request if it makes me uncomfortable in anyway way shape or form. I will let you know if this is the case, it isn’t personal, so please don’t take it that way. 

🕰️ how long are the requested fics expected to be?

I have a varying word amount depending on the type of request. As of right now I only take requests in these three ways:

color me blurbs (hex code requests)  — 0.6k - 2k

drabble party requests  — most likely 0.2k - 1.5k*

timestamps  — 0.1k - 0.9k

*i specify the word count range i have in each drabble party post so it may vary depending on how i’m feeling, hence why i used the words “most likely”. please read the drabble party post that’s active to see what my word count cap is at that time.

‼️ is there anything else we should know before requesting?

Yes! Here are a few extra things to note when requesting from me! :)

I do not accept requests unless I’ve explicitly stated that they are open in the form of one of the three types listed above. So please do not send me requests randomly, they will not be taken.

Once I have taken in your request please do not send me more asks rushing me to get it done. I consider this to be very rude and may even stop writing the request as this can taint my view on the request. I am a student and have a life outside of this blog, so please bear with me and keep that in mind. 

✨ okay so what should the request look like?

I’m not too picky about this part; so long as you include all the information I’m asking of you, and the request is clear, then you can word it how you want. 

color me blurb: hex code + member + any additional tropes/genres

drabble party: theme-based info* + member + any additional tropes/genres 

timestamp: timestamp + member +  any additional tropes/genres

* -  part of a drabble party is that the theme or rules may change (i will definitely bring back themes i like though), so “theme-based info” is just whatever i ask of you guys for that drabble party’s theme. (example: song titles, a trope or au, something from a prompt list, etc.)

📋 i’d like to request something but don’t know where to start.

Normally when I open requests it’s with a theme in mind, so don’t stress too much and just see what info I’d like to have in the request info. That info is up above in the previous section. One theme I do is prompt lists and so I actually have a post of prompt lists that I quite enjoy! 

you can find these prompt lists here !!

::

💜 all done!

Well, I look forward to when I open requests at some point. I hope to see you there, and as I stated at the start if you’re confused about something or need a bit more clarity, please send me an ask and I’ll get back to you asap! Have a blessed day/night wherever you are you beautiful soul~ ✨✨✨

#navigation #stray kids requests #enhypen requests #stray kids oneshots #enhypen oneshots #stray kids drabbles #enhypen drabbles #stray kids x reader #enhypen x reader

[spideychellesecretsanta]

Welcome again to the Spideychelle Secret Santa Gift Exchange! We’re starting a little earlier this year, one of the reasons being that this gives us more time to prepare. The other being that last year was so fun and I am too excited!

If you’re interested in participating, keep reading!

How it Works

To sign up, fill out this form. If for some reason that doesn’t work, feel free to send a DM!

You’ll need to provide an email, but if you are uncomfortable sharing that, you can create a temporary one just for this event! The only person who will be seeing your email address is me, and the only time it will be used is for sending out assignments.

Sign ups will be open until August 31st 11:59:59 PM (as long at it’s this day somewhere in the world, you’re good to go!) After this day, SIGN UPS WILL BE CLOSED, as it is impossible to add anyone after the assignments are sent!

Once you have received the assignment on or around September 1st, (check your spam just in case!) I will also send a link to the Secret Santa Discord server! Here, there will be announcements and other things related to the event.

There will also be a channel for wishlists. Here, you can put what sort of genres/tropes/AUs you like.  More details below!

Make sure to check your person’s wishlist and snoop around their blog! Also, if you would like to make things a little easier for your secret santa, enable anons here on Tumblr. 

Beginning on Dec. 24th, we will start posting through the week until January 1st!

If for some reason you are unable to make that deadline, don’t hesitate to DM me, and to let your person know that you’re their Secret Santa. We will work something out :)

That being said, remember that this is an exchange. If you are expecting to receive something, you must also expect to give something in return.

There will be a two week check-in before Dec. 24th to see if you need help/more time!

WHEN YOU POST

tag the person you got!

tag @spideychellesecretsanta​

use the tag #SpideychelleSecretSanta2k20

For fics, there will also be an AO3 collection should you want to post it on there as well!

The Wishlist

You won’t have to worry about this until the actual invites are sent out on Sept. 1st, but keep it in mind!

There’s no character limit in the chat boxes on Discord, so write to your heart’s content!

Talk about what genres you like (angst, fluff, humor, etc.)

Talk about what tropes you like (there’s only one bed, friends to lovers, fake dating, etc.)

Talk about what AUs you like (Mob!AU, College!AU, Fantasy!AU, etc.)

Specify whether or not you’re okay with receiving smut/n*fw art.

A NOTE: if you are an artist/writer and you are not comfortable drawing/writing smut, then you do not have to, even if someone puts that they are comfortable with receiving it. This is simply just so that the Secret Santas that are comfortable know what they can do!

Also, make sure to put some things that you don’t like!

Maybe mention certain scenarios or even lines of dialogue you’d like to see (this isn’t a requirement, but it could help!)It would also be a good idea to include your AO3 username, so that your Secret Santa can gift it to you there.

Rules

I know that this one is bound to be broken because it happens in every gift exchange, but don’t tell anyone who you have! It’s not a secret if you do! In the wise words of Gandalf the Grey, “Keep it secret. Keep it safe.”

Understand that depending on who your Secret Santa is, you will either get a fic, a drawing, a moodboard, or some other creative work. You aren’t guaranteed a specific gift, even if you specify it in your wishlist. So be kind! Somebody made something just for you!! 

Along that not, GIVE FEEDBACK!!

For writing fics, shoot for around a minimum 1-1.5k word count. Anything around or above that is fine, so don’t stress about it!

There is no maximum word count, but if you’re finding your fic to be pretty lengthy, use the Read More function!

Please please PLEASE write a wishlist after you’ve received your assignment! It will help your Secret Santa get to know you and get ideas for what to make for you!

A NOTE: When filling out your wishlist, do not only put smut, as there are minors in this fandom and that gets into legal territory that I am sure none of us want to deal with. Give other ideas!

and the biggest rule of all DO NOT FORGET THIS: HAVE FUN!!

So, that’s basically it! If you read all of that, and you’d still like to sign up, fill out this form! If you have any more questions at all, or if I missed something, feel free to send me a message or ask! 🎄

#spideychelle #petermj #peter parker #michelle jones #peter parker x michelle jones #spiderman #spider-man #mcu #secret santa #spideychelleweek2k20

[mimosaeyes]

It’s the fear, not the miles, that wears them down.

Jon and Martin take a break from trekking through the apocalypse. Nebulously set post-164. Quick fluff, 1.5k

Beta-ed by @distortion-noodles (main blog: @nifeandaccurateprophefies) and @sequoiawintersnight. *Tim voice* Double beta?! Indeed. You both spoil me.

“Right,” Martin says, on what he thinks is their third day walking without a break. He’s probably underestimating, too. “I don’t care if the natural laws of the universe have been re-written. It can’t be good to keep going like this.”

It takes Jon a moment to surface out of his reverie. “Hm? Oh. We could stop for... I was going to say ‘the night,’ but, well.”

They come to a halt anyway, after struggling out of a field of tall grass that seems oddly reluctant to let them go. Which is a little sinister, even in a world where the sky looks back at you. For good measure, they climb a nearby hillock, all the while brushing bits of vegetation off their clothes.

Martin stands at the top and squints at what used to be the horizon. He doesn’t do that a lot. Now, when he tries to find the points where the sun used to rise and set, his eyes tend to be drawn to the Panopticon instead.

Also, one time he’d seen something in the distance that looked alarmingly like livestock falling out of a glowing cloud. He’s not eager to witness any other such phenomena.

Jon’s elbow brushes his arm as he comes to stand next to Martin. “Do you feel tired?” he asks, also staring out across the landscape.

I feel like I should be. Even as Martin thinks this, his mind snags on the tentative, almost brittle note in Jon’s voice, and the way he placed a faint emphasis on you. Jon always sounds cautious when he asks Martin a question, from the effort of trying not to compel him, but this is different. “Oh, don’t do that,” Martin says, turning to look at Jon disapprovingly.

Jon blinks. “I’d say I have good reason to enquire after your wellbeing in the middle of a dystopian hellscape.”

“You always use more polysyllabic words when you’re uncomfortable, I don’t know if you’ve noticed. Anyway, I wasn’t talking about you fussing.” Martin flicks Jon gently on the forehead. “I was talking about you spending the last hundred eldritch-kilometres moping about being a monster.”

“Actually, even though London is a little over four hundred miles from the Scottish Highlands, we’ve walked about five hundred miles so far,” Jon says helpfully. “You know, insofar as distance has any meaning anymore. We’re like that song by The Proclaimers.”

“Stop trying to distract me with pop culture references, you... post-apocalyptic pedometer.”

They stare at each other for a long second, then burst out laughing. It slightly eases the tension that’s been building up in Martin’s chest.

As Jon’s laughter peters out, he sighs and looks at Martin, still smiling. “Alright, yes. I admit, I may have spent the last while thinking about how, unlike you, I’m no longer human enough to get tired. Or apparently, take a shortcut through a Distortion corridor. I wouldn’t call it moping—”

“Yet he supposedly knows everything.”

“—but,” Jon pauses to give Martin a flat look, “I can’t imagine how you got all that from four words.”

“What can I say? I’m well-versed in Jonathan Sims-ese.”

Martin’s small smile falters before he even realises he’s going to continue. “And, well. Worrying about you gives me something else to do, besides feel terrified and angry all the time. That’s what I’m really sick of, I think; not the walking.”

“Angry?” Jon repeats quietly.

Martin just shrugs. “Magnus used you. Of course I’m angry.”

His hand has clenched into a fist unconsciously. He only notices when Jon reaches out to take it. “I think I can help with the other thing,” Jon muses. It’s not quite an offer.

“How?” Martin stares at where Jon is slowly unfurling his fingers.

“By showing you something. If you’ll let me. I — I know you didn’t have the best experience of this, with... Elias, as we knew him at the time.”

Your mother simply hates you. You want to know what she sees when she looks at you?  

Martin shudders despite himself.

Then he whispers, “Okay.”

Because it’s Jon, whose scarred skin is so familiar against his. Because some part of him knows that all the pain in the world couldn’t make Jon’s touch ungentle.

“This is what I see,” Jon tells him, “when I look at you.”

Distantly, he hears the static that accompanies Jon using his Beholding powers. It drowns out the noises of the apocalypse — the unnatural wind, the cries, the wet slip of flesh. The distant bagpipes and gunfire and buzzing of flies that Martin still hasn’t left behind, not really.

He’s no longer standing under an acid-trip sky. He does a double-take before he figures out what he’s looking at: himself, or at least the top of his head, pillowed on Jon’s belly. He recognises their bedroom in the cottage, even if he doesn’t remember this moment. They’re dozing, insouciant, even breathing in tandem. Light spills from the window and pools over them, golden and heavy.

“I promise, this is the only time I watched you sleep,” Jon says, but not the Jon whose eyes he is seeing through. “Before the world ended, at least. While slumber was still peaceful.”

Martin has the absurd, intuitive impression that his voice arrives directly in his mind, bypassing his ears. This doesn’t freak him out as much as he thinks it should.

“It’s not like you haven’t done creepier things around me,” he points out, instinctively speaking in hushed tones.

Dream-Martin huffs and snuggles even closer to Jon. Martin frowns. “Hang on — isn’t that where you’re missing a rib? Aren’t I hurting you?”

“I thought it was sort of poetic,” Jon says ruefully. “You, in the place of something vital that protected me.”

They both watch as Dream-Jon lifts a hand from the duvet and cards his fingers ever so lightly through Martin’s hair.

“Armour and anchor,” Jon muses, almost to himself.

It doesn’t escape Martin’s notice that he hasn’t actually said no to his question. The sentiment still makes his breath catch in his throat.

With a slight effort of will, and little idea beyond that of how exactly he does it, Martin separates his perspective from Dream-Jon’s. Instead of gazing down at himself, he finds himself standing off to one side, feeling even more of a voyeur to his own past happiness. He’s suddenly very conscious of the grime that has accumulated on his trousers and boots, from wading through various bogs filled with nasty surprises.

Martin turns to his right, knowing before he sees him that he’ll find Jon standing there. This Jon looks wary and travel-worn, his hair hanging raggedly around his sharp, angular face. He offers Martin a faint smile.

“Maybe you should try writing some sappy poetry,” Martin says at last, but too softly for it to come across as teasing.

Jon seems to hear what he means underneath the words. “I thought this might help,” he murmurs, pleased.

Martin steps closer, close enough to tuck the grey locks behind Jon’s ears. “You know,” he says slowly, “you said this is a world where we can’t trust comfort.” Jon’s face begins to harden with old guilt. Martin quickly continues, “But I trust you. So... so maybe think about that, the next time you need to stop being all mopey.”

Jon’s shoulders sag. “Oh,” he says. “Alright.”

A dreadful thought occurs to Martin. “This — this is real, though. Right? Where we are, this is a real memory.”

“Yes.”

“So we’re... in your mind, somehow?”

“You wouldn’t want to be in my mind right now,” Jon says, his tone matter-of-fact. His eyes flick briefly to the bedroom door. His expression darkens, perhaps at the thought of what lies beyond it. “This is where I come for some quiet from — from everything, when it feels like I know too much. You might say it’s the... eye of the storm.”

A beat. “Can I smack you metaphysically for that joke?”

“Rude.” Jon manages to make the word sound impossibly fond. He grips Martin’s arm, and eases them out of the memory with another wave of static. Or perhaps he lets it fade away from them. In any case, Martin blinks, and they are back in the end of the world.

It’s still pretty dire. But the tension, the feeling of being perpetually braced for worse — that’s mostly subsided. At least for now.

“Better?” Jon asks. He scuffs his shoe against the ground, almost shy.

Martin smiles fully for what feels like the first time in ages, cups Jon’s cheek, and kisses him. Thank you, he thinks, and I love you, and You could never be a monster in my eyes.

Jon hums as they pull apart, then presses their foreheads together for a moment. His breaths break warm and soft on Martin’s skin. Martin kisses his forehead, too, before holding out his hand for Jon’s.

Once more, they look out at the long way they have left to go. Then, holding tight to each other, they start walking again.

[also available here on AO3]

[my TMA fics on AO3]

#the magnus archives #jonmartin #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #mimofic

[spookybias]

(same anon that sent the previous long ask)

I just want to clarify that i don't necessarily think shorter fics are bad, also I don't think that they always have terrible pacing. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. I just find that these days when I'm looking for a fic to read and it's max 1.5K words, I would read it but feel a little disappointed— maybe it's just me looking to get lost in the story for a while longer but that's ultimately how I feel. And also, I guess the length you're used to depends on from what fandom you came and when you started reading, because yes, for many years * my * fanfic experiences were 50+k words per fic (a lot of the trending fics were this long and obviously made the mold for the rest of the people who were starting out, so now I'm just used to bulky pieces of fanfic y'know?) although I'm not much older than you

I realise this is now completely off topic to your original post 🤣 I'm a content creator myself and I just plainly don't know how to get people to engage more with a creator anymore... I talk about this issue almost every day on my own blog but no one ever listens... I sometimes have people scroll through my whole blog and not reblog 1 thing and I've also had the experience of having one of my posts have not just an uneven like to reblog ratio but have 3 times the likes compared to reblogs, which is honestly just frustrating at this point...

Sorry if you didn't mean to have a whole discussion on this 😆 I just always have a lot to say it seems

oh no worries! it's okay. even if i don't have much to say, i still like hearing what's on other people's minds. i don't mind having this discussion at all. plus, i think i too strayed away from the topic lmao i feel bad, though, 'cause i think you sent this hours ago and i hadn't checked my askbox.

i agree with you. i don't think shorter stuff are bad at all, sometimes things just feel rushed. i'll admit, sometimes when i'm reading a fic that i find really entertaining and i see that it's less than 4k i get a little disappointed. i love the longer stuff because there's so much plot to take in. in fact, most of my favorite writers on here write 10k+. and 50k?? gosh. i lowkey wanna try writing something that long now 🤣

i think i've brought up the issue of uneven likes to reblogs ratios a couple of times, and so have a few friends, but we were ignored even after people spread the posts around. the only explanation at this point that i can possibly drum for as to why people just like and not reblog is that if you reblog too many things in one day tumblr might shadowban the blog or stop the tags from working for a handful of days to a handful of weeks. i've witness it happen to a few people on here and i think it's dumb that tumblr has this whole reblog feature, but if you reblog "too much" you get penalized in a way 😭 that situation is the reason why a lot of us have separate blogs to reblog other people's works or just queue the reblogs to avoid being mistaken for a bot or something. i guess people don't really want to have to make a separate blog or queue the reblogs, and no one is obligated to of course, but... it would be nice. more reblogs mean more exposure. and it's sad because when content creators see less reblogs or interactions in general, they sometimes become discouraged. there has been several times on here where i looked at the number of reblogs on my or my mutuals' bulleted reactions compared to the number of reblogs on my fully written oneshots, or i saw my mutuals who mainly write shorter stuff with like 12 anons engaging in conversation and i wanted to deactivate highkey 🤦🏻‍♀️

sometimes it does become a jealousy thing or just a disappointment to us because we know readers/viewers pick and choose who to interact with, and they usually (from my perspective) pick those who either write smut or write bulleted stuff. for the longest now i've kept my feelings about this bottled in, but i no longer care 😂 it's upsetting.

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#✩⡱ genny answers

[ahkaahshi]

commission info

STEP ONE: pick a character from the list of who I write below (I only write aged up characters)

haikyuu!!

sakusa kiyoomi ⭐︎ ushijima wakatoshi ⭐︎ hirugami sachirou

oikawa tooru ⭐︎ iwaizumi hajime ⭐︎ bokuto koutarou

akaashi keiji ⭐︎ kita shinsuke ⭐︎ miya atsumu

miya osamu ⭐︎ kuroo tetsurou

jujutsu kaisen

gojou satoru ⭐︎ getou suguru ⭐︎ nanami kento

chōsō ⭐︎ tōdō aoi ⭐︎ kamo noritoshi

fushiguro megumi ⭐︎ fushiguro tōji ⭐︎ okkotsu yuuta

note: the characters listed and featured on this blog are those I enjoy writing the most. however, if you’d like to commission work for someone else, we can discuss!

STEP TWO: read the general commission rules below before deciding on a plot.

⭐︎ genres I write: fluff, angst (full or with a fluffy ending), and smut

⟶ check what I don’t write on my rules page

⭐︎ be specific about genre and the scenario so I can make your request as accurate as possible!

⭐︎ I feel most comfortable with writing fem reader scenarios, so I will default to that, but I am open to trying gender neutral reader scenarios as well! just let me know!

⟶ please note that I only write smut for character x fem reader scenarios

⟶ also, let me know if you’re okay with suggestive/smutty content being included because my mind just goes there often lol. if you want it to be fully sfw, please say so!

⭐︎ out of respect for myself and other writers here, please don’t send the same request to me that you’re sending to others!

⭐︎ I reserve the right to decline commissions I feel uncomfortable writing or do not want to write. I will let you know if I do not want to take your request, or we can discuss revising it so that I am comfortable with writing it!

STEP THREE: read the rates and decide how long of a fic you want me to write for you!

⭐︎ 500 to 1.5k words = 1 coffee ($3)

⭐︎ 1.6k to 2.5k words = 2 coffees ($6)

⭐︎ 2.6k to 4k words = 3 coffees ($9)

note: I will not write commissions longer than 4k words. if what I write exceeds the word count, I won’t charge you extra

STEP FOUR: DM me with your selected plot, character, and word count

do not submit to my inbox! I want to be able to communicate with you about the storyline to make sure we’re on the same page so I can give you my best effort and work that fulfills your request!

after we have confirmed everything, I will start work once I've received payment from you via my ko-fi

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⭐︎ please allow up to two weeks minimum for work to be finished. I do have other commitments and a life outside of writing so please be respectful of me and my time. I will let you know if there are any delays

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[kashimos-hajime]

Hayley’s 1.5k Writing Challenge

so... WOW! it’s been just a little bit under a year since i’ve started writing seriously for this site and i’ve somehow amassed 1.5k of you following me on this little blog. thank you so much for following me and enjoying something that just started as a little hobby, and in return, i want to read what you guys can put out!

and,,, since i LOVE video games, here are some quotes and scores from some of my favourite video games. if prompts run out and people still want to join, i’ll add more. don’t be afraid to ask if you have any questions.

rules:

reblog this post and maybe follow me? :)

one prompt per person. one person per prompt.

 you can write for any mcu character you’d like 

request via ask only! send in whichever prompt you’d like + the character you’ll be writing for.

everything is allowed EXCEPT FOR INCEST, PEDOPHILIA, AND NON-CON

use warnings if your fic needs it

please use a read more if it’s over 500 words long

if you are writing for a score, it’s just merely to use as inspiration! it’s the vibe it gives you that i’m excited to read :)

tag me @whistlingwillows​ and use the tag #hayleys1.5kwc. if i don’t like it within a day, it means i didn’t get it! feel free to send me an ask to tell me if i’ve missed it :) i will be reblogging all entries!

deadline is June 19, 2020, my last day of high school! if you need an extension, no worries! just let me know. 

QUOTES:

“If I get in trouble down there, you make every shot count.” @clarkimagines with Ava Starr

“Why is it whenever someone says ‘with all due respect’, they really mean ‘kiss my ass’?” @pychedelic-rainbow with Bucky

“I don’t need luck. I have ammo.” @brie-larsen with Carol

“Can I get you a ladder so you can get off my back?” 

“I gave you all I had.” @xetoilerouge​ with Steve

“Since when are you in charge?” “Since no one else stepped the fuck up.” @hopingforbarnes with Bucky

“Well, okay, but you still hurt my feelings.” @anotherpersonhere2 with Peter P

“Our database says you’re dead.” “I got better.” @wintersoeldiers with Bucky

“My wants and my needs are oceans apart.” @shakespeareanqueer with Steve

“If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin’.” @nerdypisces160​ with Tony

“Do not mistake my silence for lack of grief!” @wxntersoldiers with Bucky

“I will not die today. The same cannot be said for you.” @nekoannie-chan with Steve

“This is not gonna look good on my expense report.” @icouldntkillana with Tony

“Just don't put anymore evidence in your mouth, got it?” @sweater-daddiesdumbdork with Natasha

“We all have something we want to forget. But you need to know where you come from to know who you are.” @the-darklings with Bucky

MUSICAL SCORES:

Soul of Cinder by Yuka Kitamura

Suicide Mission by Jack Wall @prider-parker-imaginations with Tony

Kaer Morhen by Mikolai Stroinski @knightingale

Return to Skyhold by Trevor Morris @supermarvel90 with Loki

Memories of Mother by Bear McCreary @sweetwritesx​ with Thor

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[that-damn-girl]

New Nicknames

(Oneshot)

Pairing: Stucky (Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers) (MCU)

Second part of my collection of oneshots/drabbles for Stucky in the same universe in chronological order - His. Could be read as a STAND ALONE drabble since ‘His’ is NOT a series.

Type: Fluff, cuddling.

Words: 1250+

Summary: Steve comforts Bucky as they give nicknames to each other.

Warning: Ignore any sad endings in 'Avengers: Endgame'.

A/N: This is my submission for @writingsoftheloser 's 1.5K Writing Challenge. Congratulations honey, and thank you for letting me participate! My prompt was 'Lady's mantle - Comfort'. I am so sorry I asked for an extension of 2 days and posted this nearly 2 weeks later. Hope you like it.

A/N[2]: I heartily thank @mysiepereira for letting me use their fanart (below, NOT MINE) for this fic. Please go checkout their account which has multiple such cute artworks. Tell me if they don't melt your heart.

Life had become beautiful for Bucky with Steve by his side as not only his best friend but also a loving boyfriend. It was a promotion he knew he'd remain grateful for the rest of his life.

Steve was sketching in his notebook on his bed, his legs crossed in front of him, under the slanting rays of the sun through his window when Bucky knocked and entered his room, closing the door quietly behind him.

Smiling gleefully at his secret lovely boyfriend - he loved calling him that, Steve put his notebook down and sat up straighter as Bucky neared his side of the bed. Clutching Steve's face, Bucky leaned down to kiss Steve's pink lips softly at first, but when Steve grabbed his butt and pulled him nearer, the kiss was anything but that.

Bucky parted with a peck to Steve's nose and forehead before making Steve lay on the bed, "Hey Buck, what are you doing?"

Bucky didn't answer until he climbed Steve halfway through, "Hey Stevie, your pecs are my new pillow." He placed his head down on Steve's voluminous left pec and hugged him close.

Like a golden retriever, Steve barked out a laugh, "Guess I'd have to sign up as your human pillow now, huh?"

Bucky smiled, "The best." He pecked his pecs before resuming his position. He listened to Steve's heartbeat, calming himself down.

It had been difficult hiding their relationship from the team. Though they had admitted it to themselves, it had been difficult just thinking about being open to others about something which despite being legal was considered scandalous in the eyes of many still.

They weren't ashamed of themselves. Why should they be anyway? But it wasn't easy to overcome the fear of society instilled in their brains from back in the day about same sex relationships.

The team hadn't suspected anything as of yet. Ever since the "bliped" had returned, Bucky and Steve were practically joined at the hip. Sometimes Sam and Nat would be an addition too. They had anyways spent most of their time together before the start of their relationship. Once they were together, the team didn't even bat an eye at them always hanging out together, which made it much more easier for the pair of super soldiers helplessly in love. It was ordinary for the team and the staff. For them, pure bliss.

Behind closed doors, they'd find their solace in either Bucky's or Steve's room. For them, any place would work, really. They just needed to be in the company of each other to make a mundane moment magical. Somedays tough, it was a necessity.

Even with the help of the generous Wakandans and all the others who helped him recover after being free from HYDRA, Bucky couldn't revert back to his old self in the blink of an eye. Getting all those things he wasn't subjected to for decades - the freedom, the love, it overwhelmed him.

He still had trouble speaking and voicing his opinions, no matter how small or big they were. Everytime he thought of saying something, he unconsciously expected to be punished for speaking out of turn. Somedays, he had trouble forming words to express himself. Not that he didn't know vocabulary, but he couldn't translate his feelings into words.

Never having been taken away the basic right of speech before, Steve couldn't fully understand the reality of the torture Bucky had gone through if he were to be honest. But he tried. He had promised himself that he'd try to be there for Bucky, to support him, comfort him, be there for him anyway he could, anyway Bucky wanted or needed him. He would be the sun or the moon if the need be.

Because it was Bucky.

His Bucky.

He'd be damned if he let his lovely boyfriend let down ever again.

"How are you feeling, Buck?" Steve asked like a mother would to their child. He rubbed soft circles on Bucky's back.

Bucky wanted to say he was fine, but he wasn't. That day he woke up feeling not as good as usual. Steve had made Bucky promise to voice out whatever whenever he wanted without any hesitation, so he said, "Down."

"Thank you," Steve kissed the top of his head and pulled the both of them under his blanket. Steve understood it was hard for Bucky to say how he felt. To encourage it, he always thanked Bucky for not shutting him out and communicating with him even when he might not want to talk to anyone.

"You?" Bucky asked him. Grinning, he said, "As good as a human pillow could feel." Bucky chuckled.

"You remember that day we were training those agents?" Steve asked, combing Bucky's hair through his fingers. He hummed in response.

"I saw a few of those dames fawn endlessly over you, specially when they got a look of your backside. Some lads too. Made me so jealous."

Bucky furrowed his eyebrows, afraid Steve would become insecure, "Of me?"

"No," Steve replied, "of those who got to admire your beauty while I couldn't."

Bucky sheepishly grinned at Steve, "Oh, is that so?"

Steve hummed, "Everybody wants to have a look at my beautiful boyfriend."

Bucky laughed, "I like that."

Steve thought for a second, "What, 'beautiful boyfriend'?"

"Yeah. I - uh, I love it when you call me your boyfriend in general, and that has a nice ring to it. I like it." Bucky said, hiding his face in Steve's chest.

Steve grinned impossibly wide, "My beautiful boyfriend, Bucky." He wrapped his arms around the metal armed marshmallow who melted atop him.

"What would you like me to call you, handsome hunk?" Bucky asked in a teasing tone.

Steve chuckled, pausing for a second, "I don't know if you'll be okay with it..."

"You don't gotta worry about that, Stevie. It could be anything as long as you are mine." Bucky reassured him, absent mindedly drawing patterns on Steve's chest.

"Uh..." Steve began, unsure how to bring it up.

Bucky whispered, "Anything, Stevie."

Taking a deep breath, Steve continued without much confidence, "You - uh, remember what you called the girls you used to date back in the day?"

Taking a moment, he said, "I think I remember," Bucky lifted his head to look up at the love of his life, "doll."

Bucky would never forget how fast Steve changed colour, "Yeah, that..." He tried looking elsewhere, embarrassment clouding his demeanor.

Bucky was having none of that. He reached out to bring Steve's face towards himself and kissed him slowly, biting his lip gently at the end, "I'd loved to call you that." He hugged Steve tighter this time as he lay on top of him, "My doll."

Steve was thankful Bucky didn't face him this time, since he swore his face must have become as red as the henly Bucky wore.

Laying on top of him, Bucky felt Steve's heartbeat quicken when he called him that. He snuggled further into his chest, relishing the love and warmth he received.

Yeah, life had become very, very beautiful for the beautiful boyfriend and his doll.

~~~

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[goldenretriever-nicknelson]

Another blurb request from my old blog that I just got around to writing so I’m posting it here. 

smut prompts 2,4 and 13 please with FWB!tom AU. sorry if that's a lot but I thought the last smut piece your wrote was really good! -- Requested by anonymous

This basically turned into a pure smut fic so yeah, I’m sorry. And once more I’m going to go and hide because I really don’t think I can write smut but thanks anon for thinking I can :) Also this is my last blurb request so I’ll be posting the Masterlist tomorrow! 

Word count: 1.5k (I get so carried away and I’m terrible with word counts!)

Warnings: A LOT OF SMUT AND WHAT NOT! Swearing, Friends with benefits type situation, there’s also fluff, 

~Prompts are in bold

You sat feeling like a bundle of nerves as you kept looking at your phone that was lying face down on your bed. You kept repeating the words of the text you had just sent in your mind. Usually you wouldn’t be this nervous about messaging Tom, your best friend but this time was different.

Your new ‘arrangement’ with him had only started recently and you had never initiated it over text. Not to mention the whole friends with benefits thing was new to you. It was to Tom as well, but he didn’t seem that nervous, in fact to him it seemed almost natural. The only reason why you had texted him was because you had just had the worst date of your life who had treated you awfully and whilst you would normally text Tom for support anyway, this time you needed a little more.

Your phone buzzed, and your heart could now be heard in your ears with its speed. You picked it up and saw Tom’s contact name above the text that read; Be there in 10 darling😉 

You released a breath that you didn’t know you had been holding as you sunk back onto your pillows. You wondered what you could do whilst you waited and whilst you thought about making a cup of tea or turning on the TV, you had to much built up anger from your date and nerves left over from your text to actually do them. You laid back and your mind began to wonder to the last time Tom had come round to your house and been in your bed. You could picture everything and suddenly all your emotions were building into more hunger and lust. You trailed your hand down to your underwear beneath the pyjama shorts you had pulled on after changing from your date and you didn’t know how Tom would feel about you starting without him, but you needed something.

You slid a hand past the band of your underwear and ran your fingers down your core before circling your clit. A loud moan escaped your lips and you threw your head back onto the pillows. You picked up your pace before sliding your fingers further down and inserting a finger into your entrance. You moaned again, not hearing the door open and close from the next room nor the footsteps that sneaked in to your room. He was surprised by what greeted him.

“You got started without me.” Tom’s voice made you snap out of your trance quickly, removing your hand and sitting up. He sounded disappointed but there was a smirk on his face, one you had seen so many times before except now you could sense the lust behind it.

“Sorry.” You shrugged but returned his smirk, letting him know you meant the exact opposite of your words. He laughed as he walked over and crawled onto your bed, hovering over you. He let out a growl before he captured your lips in a hungry kiss. Tom still smirked into the kiss even more so as he parted away and looked at your hand that he had seen in your underwear not 5 seconds ago.

 “Gimme a taste…” 

You giggled as you nodded and lifted your hand to his lips. He sucked your fingers into his mouth and swirled his tongue around them. You moaned lowly as he continued before pulling off them with a popping sound and then kissing your hand. He soon replaced his lips on your neck and made several hickeys as his own hand copied your earlier movements. He laughed in a husky voice as you moaned.

“Let me help you forget that jerk….” Tom whispered the words in your ear making you shiver especially when he licked that spot underneath the lobe. His hand lifted to tug down your shorts, taking your underwear with them. You worked on taking on Tom’s clothes and realised he was wearing one of the jackets he often wore on nights out and as you ran a hand through his hair you noticed there was product in it. He must have come over from a night out and it made your heart flutter when you realised he’d dropped everything when you’d told him about the date and how awful you felt. You were just about to ask him about it when you felt his cock run up and down right where you needed him.

 “Are you okay?” He must have sensed your hesitation because he stopped and kissed your cheek. You nodded quickly and kissed his lips. “You’re sure?” You smiled, it was something Tom always asked before he went any further.

“Yes. Please.” You normally would have cringed at how desperate your voice sounded but with Tom you didn’t care. He smiled and leaned to grab a condom from the drawer of your nightstand. You smiled remembering when he had first found them and had suppressed a laugh, if only he knew what your friendship would become. He came back over to you and pressed a reassuring kiss to your lips that was misplaced more to the corner of your mouth, but the action was so sweet that you couldn’t care.

He slid the condom on and lined up with your entrance. He looked to you once more silently asking again which you confirmed with a kiss as he pushed in slowly, placing kisses to different parts of your skin until he was fully inside. As soon as you nodded, encouraging him to move, he started thrusting his hips until he was eventually hitting all the right places and watching you become more and more undone beneath him.

“He wouldn’t fuck you this good.” Tom’s lips ghosted over your ear as he trailed kisses from your cheek and then continued back to your jaw. You dreaded to think of all the marks you would have to cover up the next day for work but when Tom hit that spot again whilst continuing to whisper dirty things to you, the thought was soon wiped away.

Your bed creaked with the pressure of yours and Tom’s movements and you were so glad that you didn’t know your neighbours. You weren’t fully aware of what you were saying except for frequent swears and Tom’s name but you knew they were loud. “Yeah keep screaming for me darling.”

Tom finally placed his lips onto yours and kissed you, all tongue and teeth as you both edged closer and closer to your highs. The kiss only barely suppressed your moans especially when Tom would groan into the kiss. “I’m so close.” You were surprised you could actually form the sentence through your panted breath. Tom smirked and placed his hands on either side of your head, so he could lift himself up before going harder and faster. You screamed and your back arched as he made you come undone.

“Come with me baby.” Tom’s lips grazed over yours as he spoke before he let out a loud moan especially as you leaned up to attach your lips to his perfect jawline, nipping the skin with your teeth knowing it would drive him over the edge. Your arms looped around his neck, pulling him back down closer on top of you as you both reached your climax. “Yeah fuck.” Tom jolted his thrusts as he came inside of the condom. You panted as you came down from your high and kissed him lazily. He parted the kiss to smile down at you, running a hand over your cheek. “You’re so beautiful. I love you.” You froze, it was something he hadn’t ever said before and in such an intimate moment. He caught onto your worry but didn’t apologise or regret it. “I mean it.”

Your brain ran quickly but you didn’t need the memories of the past 5 years of being his best friend or the past couple of encounters you had had with this arrangement of yours to know the truth.

“I love you too.”

He asked you silently with disbelief ands shock in his eyes if you meant it and you nodded, knowing he would be fearing that you had said it purely because he had or because of the situation you were in. His lips rose into a perfect smile that reached his eyes as he kissed you more gently than before. He pulled out and threw the condom away before lying next to you and placing an arm around your waist to pull you in to his side.

“I knew this friends with benefits wasn’t going to last long.” You laughed as your head rested on his chest. He placed a hand on your cheek, encouraging you to look up at him. You saw the confusion and the almost hurt like expression. “No, I just mean- because I’ve been in love with you for like a year.”

“A year? How come you never told me?” Tom laughed but his tone was gentle. You shrugged, and he could almost see the exact reason in your mind and could see you debating whether or not to tell him. “I wouldn’t have rejected you. I love you too much.”

He confirmed that fact with a kiss to your lips and another to your head before you both fell asleep. Your terrible date long forgotten about.

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