#from about 100 miles away. but i'm bad at making characters kiss so it's still exciting to me when i'm able to conceptualize writing

[honeyteacakes]

@mure-sauvage This is the WIP with the most progress, so I'll post a little snippet below the cut! Fun fact, it was inspired in part by an off-hand comment that @academicblorbo made in the discord server.

Dream did not often find himself at such leisure, unattended as he was. He turned his attention to the other bar-goers. There were women looking to drink, and men looking to dance. The air rippled with silver-edged imaginings, half-thought fantasies that shimmered once before dissolving into the ether. Dream contented himself with skimming the surface of these daydreams. He luxuriated in their mindless ebb-and-flow while Hob tended to the guests of the Inn. 

It wasn’t long until a young man with pink hair let himself behind the bartop. Hob exchanged a few words with him, then handed off the glass he was holding to the young man. Hob met Dream’s eyes again, tilting his head towards the back exit as he let himself out from behind the bar. Dream met him halfway to the door. 

“I hope you weren’t too bored,” Hob said over his shoulder as he held the door open for Dream. They started up the stairs that led to the upper floor of the Inn, the second level where Hob made his home. “Normally I would have just skived off, but as busy as it was tonight I couldn’t bring myself to abandon Janet to the horde.” 

“It was… interesting. I do not often find myself among so many people.” 

“So, you hated it?” 

“Quite the opposite,” Dream assured him, pausing beside the door to Hob’s flat. He watched his friend fumble for the keys in his pocket, watching the furrow between his brows as he worked to fit the key into the door. Hob swung it open and flicked the light switch in the entryway. “I enjoyed watching you work.”

#tag games #i'm really excited for this one! I'm only about a third of the way through writing it #like none of my fics are conceptually groundbreaking we ALL know i'm going to make them kiss and the kiss is going to be predictable #from about 100 miles away. but i'm bad at making characters kiss so it's still exciting to me when i'm able to conceptualize writing #a story where it happens lol #*throws my hands in the air in exasperation* i'm used to writing navel gazing existential angst i'm BAD AT PLOT #so this is just me teaching myself how to set a plot for a story and follow through with it lol #teaching myself how to write one gay little scene at a time

[justmeandmysickies]

@angstyaches I'm still not 100% satisfied with how this turned out but I hope it's still enjoyable. As always thanks for your request.

He isn't scared, just a little worried

characters: Nick and Joe warnings: emeto, panic attacks

"Babe, you need to calm down."

"Calm down, my ass! I'm about to get on a plane! Do you know how slim the chances of survival are in the case of a plane crash?“

"In fact, I do. They are at about 95%. So you'll be fine. Whether we crash or not."

Joe was stuck somewhere between anger and having a panic attack. He had gone from claiming to be fine to snappy and annoyed; and a while ago he had announced that he was feeling nauseous so the two of them had relocated to the bathroom. Instead of sitting down however, Joe simply started pacing around the small room.

Nick really wanted to help his boyfriend, but the problem was: nothing he said or did seemed to do the trick.

"Great, smartass. That makes me feel better." Joe stated sarcastically, stopping for a second to glare at his boyfriend.

"It should."

"Well it doesn't!" Joe snapped, his breathing picking up in pace. This was exactly why he never flew. Even the hours before the flight sucked ass and he never knew how to deal with himself in these situations. He felt like he couldn’t breathe.

"I think I'm sick." He said, trying but failing to take a deep breath.

Nick was confused at the sudden statement. "Sick? Why do you think that?“

"I feel nauseous and it's hard to breathe. Maybe I caught a bug."

Nicholas couldn't help but chuckle a little bit.

"What the hell is so funny?"

"You being oblivious." Joe raised an eyebrow at that. "You're not sick, babe. You're panicking. It's no secret you're scared of flying so I'm not surprised you're feeling this way."

"I'm not scared, I'm just a little worried that's all." Nick wasn't sure if Joe was trying to convince him or rather himself.

The pacing helped a little bit, it took Joes mind off the thoughts racing through his head. Unfortunately he was getting considerably dizzy. Enough to make him stop walking for a second as he felt the room starting to tilt. He held onto the sink with one hand and pressed the other to his mouth as he started salivating. The nausea increased overwhelmingly and he repositioned himself so that he was leaning over the toilet.

"I'm gonna puke."

Nick sighed. "No, you're not. Will you please just relax? You'll be fine, I promise."

"No, I'm actually gonna puke." He'd just finished his sentence when a harsh gag forced it's way out of his mouth. His knees buckled and he would have hit the floor if it hadn't been for Nick who caught him just in time. He'd grabbed him under his arms and lowered him to the ground gently.

"Relax, let it happen. You might feel better after." Nick was a little taken aback by the fact that his boyfriend was actually going to vomit. He’d thought the brunette was just being a bit dramatic.

Joe however, had no intention to 'let it happen'. He fought down the next gag, forcefully swallowing against the feeling.

He had been sitting on the bathroom floor for almost 20 minutes now, doing nothing but spitting nauseously into the toilet every now and then.

"I can't believe you actually convinced me to go to Australia." Joe moaned, leaning back over the toilet. It was getting harder and harder to fight the nausea.

Nick was really trying to help but he was simply at a loss for what to do. He had never seen his boyfriend freak out like that before and if he was being entirely honest, he was a little overwhelmed with the situation.

They still had almost two hours before they had to leave for the airport, but Joe was a nervous wreck already.

"Seriously, how did I let you talk me into flying? I hate this." Joe groaned, carefully putting a hand on his stomach. His nausea was increasing with every passing minute.

Nick had heard that exact same sentence over and over again during the last few hours and he was getting irritated. It seemed like his boyfriend wasn't even trying to be reasonable. He was still obviously fighting being sick, not even considering the fact that it might make him feel better.

"Fine. If you don't want to go, you don't have to. I'll just visit my parents by myself and I'll see you in a week." Nick said, tone uncharacteristically serious.

Joe was quiet for a moment before he sighed heavily. He knew how much Nick hated visiting his parents, especially alone. He would never admit it but he would choose his own pain over his boyfriend’s any time.

"No, I'm coming." Initially he was going to add 'I'll be fine' but Joe honestly wasn't so sure about that. Even if they could survive a plane crash, they would probably end up paralyzed. Or even worse, what if only one of them made it out alive? How would the other live with that for the rest of their life? And just the thought of the plane going down-

He hadn't even realized his breathing getting out of control until Nick put a hand to his chest.

"Baby, stop. Seriously. You need to take a deep breath, okay? Get that breathing under control." All anger Nick had felt just a few seconds ago immediately made space for worry as Joe started to hyperventilate. Seeing his usually so composed boyfriend in this state was actually giving Nick goosebumps.

Joe tried to take a breath, tried not to think about everything that could happen, but his mind kept wandering to the picture of a crash. The feeling of the plane going down - diving straight to the floor.

As the plane in his thoughts dropped, his stomach followed suit. He gagged harshly at the feeling, making Nick jump a little.

"Babe, can you try to take a breath for me, please?" Nick tried but Joe wasn't having any of it.

"I don't need help breathing Nick, I'm not a child." That statement sounded quite ridiculous coming from someone who was panting harder than he would after running 10 miles.

It didn't matter though if he accepted his situation or not. He couldn’t fight his body any longer - it was taking control and Joe had no say in it.

His panting turned into retching. Dry at first but soon a particularly nasty sounding retch finally brought up a wave of foul-smelling liquid.

Nick cringed as his boyfriend gasped for air before heaving up a second round of vomit.

In between waves of sick, Joe was fighting for every breath. His face was ashen, and Nick was seriously worried the younger was going to pass out right then and there. He put an arm around Joe, so that he wouldn't fall forward and hit his head on the toilet seat, just in case.

This went on for three minutes and by the time Joe had finished being sick, black spots were dancing in his vision.

"What the hell just happened?" Joe breathed out, wiping his mouth with a piece of toilet paper.

"You freaked out and made yourself puke. That can happen when you panic, it's usually no reason to worry too much." Nick answered honestly as he carefully rubbed circles on his boyfriends back.

"So did I just have a- like a panic attack?"

Nick felt a pang of sympathy at the question. Joe wasn't used to feeling like this. Back when he was living on the streets, he had learned to lock away his feelings. All of them. Even his fears. And something as simple as flying leaving him this vulnerable must have felt horrible.

"Yeah, something like that. You worked yourself up babe, it happens. Don't overthink it. How are you feeling now?" Nick asked, noting how Joes breathing seemed to have calmed down significantly.

"Better, I think. I can breathe better. Not as nauseous." Exhaustion was evident in his voice, but Nick was still relieved to see his boyfriend slowly return back to normal.

"I still don't want to get on the plane." Joe mumbled almost non-audibly as he got back to his feet. It wasn’t like him to whine like that, but he couldn’t help it.

Nick sighed. "Josh, when I said you could stay here, I meant it. I'll be fine."

Once again Joe shook his head at the offer. "I'm afraid you might take your mom's head off if I'm not there to supervise you."

"Well, I'm not making any promises and I'll be sure to make you an accomplice so we can go to jail together. I wouldn't want you to miss an adventure like that." Nick said sweetly, giving his boyfriend a quick kiss on the cheek.

The latter rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure. I guess I'll have to go with you then, to make sure you stay out of trouble."

Nick smiled but he was still worried. "Are you sure? It's a 15-hour flight after all."

"I'm not sure at all but backing out is not an option. It's not like I haven't flown before, I don't know why this time is so bad."

"You're just having a bad day, that's all. We still have about 15 minutes left before we have to leave for the airport. Do you wanna cuddle on the couch like a real domestic couple?" Nick suggested it in his usual silly manner, but he meant it.

Joe scrunched up his face. "Ew."

There was a moment of silence before he spoke again. "Yes."

Nick smiled like a dork as he led his boyfriend to the couch. Joe would be fine. He always was.

#em writes #nick #joe #my ocs #emeto #panic attack tw

[mistwraiths]

2.5 stars

This will include major spoilers so continue at your own risk because I don't know how to do a read more thing. Blood & Honey is the sequel to Serpent & Dove. If you remember, I gave it five stars because it was a delightful hot mess that no one should take seriously or deeply. So I was genuinely looking forward to all the trope-yness, ridiculous fun Serpent & Dove was. Let me tell you, this book was AWFUL!!!!!

First, the good. Shelby finally starts to expand on magic and her world full of magical creatures, which is nice. She also depicts characters dealing with trauma, which is hard to deal with but necessary although as I'm a person who has dealt with trauma and guilt, I felt there were better ways.

Coco is still one of the good parts, too good if you ask me when it comes to Lou. Ansel is the last good part in this book. He 1000% deserved better. The bloodwitches are fascinating.

Now, we get the bad.

Lou is insanely awful in this book to the point that you don't recognize her or really honestly understand her ginormous lapses in emotional reasoning or magical prowess. We're told magic needs balance, I get that. We see several people throughout the book use magic for good and other purposes reasonably. So tell me why Lou, who is exceedingly powerful to the point of being OP when necessary, chooses to be so unbelievably reckless?? Nearly killing herself multiple times or straight up giving away her capacity to be compassionate or human. There's reckless and then there's just plain idiocy, especially when people tell you that you're going too far??? You're on a dark and slippery path??? Several times in fact.

It's not only this that's a problem but we're really not given any insight on why she's going dark although we can make a few guesses. But they make it sound like it's a bigger deal than maybe it being an emotional thing. On top of that, Lou is just outright NASTY to people, specifically Reid. She continually forces him to try to use magic and actually controls him like a marionette at one point. Newsflash asshole, that doesn't help. She also just makes the WORST decisions and 90% of the time they make everything worse. The alliances SHOULD NOT have happened. She's so unlikable.

Reid isn't likeable in this book either. I can give him a little leeway, he is severely traumatized by the fact he killed the Archbishop and the fact that he's a witch and has magic. Also, his mom is there. He accepts his bastard status and his half-family surprising easy. Everything else, nope. Again, mostly understandable. However, this drags and drags and drags. Until about 100 pages until the end, he allows himself to grieve for the life he killed and let that go. And somehow that solves his other problem about magic. He literally uses it within minutes after he lets the Archbishop go, for frivolous purposes. It was so sudden I think I got whiplash.

Reid is also still massively possessive to the point of it being uncomfortable. Honestly, the book is literally 400 pages of Lou and Reid fighting and being their worst selves to each other, so it's REALLY hard to understand why they continue to really like each other. They constantly strip choices away from each other, they do NOT communicate, they (Lou) lie to each other, they (Lou) force Reid to accept something he's not ready to yet, etc. Honestly, I think it's just them being horny that keeps them together. Because the PDA is used so much it seems to lose any meaning.

The book is honestly just filler nonsense and gathering allies which all equate to nothing really important happening!!!! Beau?? He has no arc or really any purpose at all. The people at the circus I guess are dead along with some of the blood witches and werewolves. They finally address the Coco Ansel flirtation which honestly felt a bit gross. He's written like he's very young but I guess he's only 16, which is still young. But Coco is probably almost 19?? And she flirted with him and she eventually after kissing him tells him she doesn't feel the same way. Which good, in my opinion, but honestly what was the point? Beau and her have a thing so why was it necessary?

So Ansel gets his heart broken, he's extremely bad at fighting, he thinks he's worthless, and in an attempt to save him by making him leave Lou's side she tells him he is worthless and a joke, all of that happens and Ansel is killed by Morgane, Lou's mom to get back at her daughter. Wow. HE DESERVED BETTER. I saw his death coming a mile away and it still hurt. But the main point is why??? Is it to show Morgane is a terrible, awful person?? We KNEW that.

I believe it happened because Lou needed to go dark. But wait, I hear you cry! Wasn't she going down a dark path?? Yes, she was!! However, like 100 pages before she straight up burned Coco by magic flames, which Coco was like IT'S FINE 🙄, and Lou cried a little and saw the light I guess. So, Ansel had to die for her to go dark.

The ending was the ONLY thing that made it slightly worth reading this boring and painful book. The last page or two has the blood witches betrayal and what I believe (her writing isn't clear) someone has basically took over Lou.

I'm not sure if I'm interested enough in the third book next year but I suffered already. I might as well see things through.

#blood & honey #blood and honey #shelby mahurin #steph reads #steph's book review #book review

[psyched2b]

✏ Me too, me too! Can I have #3, #42, and #73? And I want Bucky because that's where my mind is at currently, the bastard. I'm so happy that you've reached 200 followers! I should do something fun like this too, but I'm so bad at getting out of my current story headspace. Congrats, lovely! I'm sure you'll have tons more followers soon! Your stories are so fun!

That poor bastard that you love so much (now)! Thanks for your support, sweetcheeks! Here you go!

3. You’re seriously like a man-child.42. I lied. I never liked it.73. “I’m your lock screen?!” - “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

If there was any one person in the universe you hated, it was James Buchanan Barnes. Also known as Bucky. Which was a stupid nickname. Good thing he wasn’t in school the same era as you because he would have never lived it down.

Fucky Bucky, they would call him.

If only.

Okay, if you were being honest with yourself, the only reason why you hated the Super Soldier was that he was a flirt. There was one time when you thought he was genuinely interested in you, going out of his way to make conversation, learn your likes and dislikes. Until one day he just stopped. He no longer acknowledged your existence. If you were to try to talk to him, all he would do was grunt like a goddamn neanderthal.

So you decided that the appropriate reaction would be to ignore him in return.

Until one Saturday morning.

You loved Saturday mornings. You’d wake up early, make yourself a bowl of Fruity Pebbles, plop down in front of the TV screen and would watch Saturday morning cartoons. Sometimes, other Avengers would join you, but usually, you celebrated the morning alone.

You padded into the kitchen at 5:30 am, barely awake. You were zombie-like in your movements, doing the rehearsed routine of grabbing a bowl from the cabinet, moving to the fridge to grab the milk, grabbing a spoon from the drawer and reaching for the sugary cereal that was always in the same place.

Except, it was gone.

You blindly patted around the shelf as if it would magically appear. Then, with a frustrated groan, you go and turn on the light only to find your box of cereal was sitting on top of the trash. Empty.

“What the holy fuck is this trickery?” you mumbled, still not fully awake to be completely outraged at this blatant sign of disrespect.

“Coming up next, Courage the Cowardly Dog Show!”

Confused, you stumbled your way in the direction of the TV room only to stop short when you saw the top of a brunettes head sitting in your usual spot on the couch.

You marched around the couch and came face to face with Bucky fucking Barnes. Who was eating a bowl of colorful cereal.

“Are those my Fruity Pebbles?” you demanded, pointing a finger at the bowl in his hand.

The bastard gave you a wicked smile, bringing another rainbow spoonful up to his mouth. “Maybe,” he replied before stuffing the spoon in and munched much too happily on your cereal.

You scoffed in disbelief. “But you don’t like Fruity Pebbles,” you tried to reason, physically pained that he was ruining your Saturday tradition. “You like Wheaties.”

Bucky ate another spoonful and spoke through a mouth full of food. “I lied. I never liked it.”

You narrowed your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. “Then why not tell someone and get a cereal that you like? You know…instead of eating MY cereal. Like a starved pig who doesn’t have common decency.”

He shrugged before trying to lean around you to watch the TV. “Maybe I just like ruffling your feathers, doll.” He shot you a grin before turning his attention back to the TV. “I don’t know if you know, but you make a better door than a window. So, could you please move? I’m trying to watch cartoons.”

“You’re seriously a man-child,” you accused but moved to the loveseat on the other side of the room, away from the infuriating man. “I’ll have you know that because of you, I am now going to starve.”

Bucky paused in his eating, a full spoonful halfway to his open mouth. His eyes turned to you and slowly, he held the spoon out in your direction. “Do you want to share?”

Your heart thumped heavily in your chest at his offer.

“I don’t have cooties,” he prodded, wiggling the spoon a bit to entice you.

You were ashamed to say that you gave in. It was your damn cereal, so why would you say no?

You moved back over to your favorite couch and reached for the spoon but Bucky was quick to retract it.

“Ah ah ah! I’ll feed you.”

Once again, you found yourself narrowing your eyes in speculation. “I swear to god if you shove that spoon down my throat, I will rip off your arm and shove it up your ass,” you warned, lowering yourself on the couch.

Bucky smirked but moved the spoon so it was directly in front of your lips. He gave you a look, urging you to trust him. You watched him carefully as you opened your mouth. He was incredibly gentle with his movements as he literally spoon fed you the cereal, no games.

After you chewed the bite, you gave him an appraising look. “Is this like a kink of yours or something?” you questioned curiously.

He shifted his gaze away from you, his cheeks darkening. “Or something,” he muttered quietly.

“A few times you been around that track-But your ass is still flat it’s gonna stay like that-”

Bucky scrambled to set the bowl on the coffee table before pulling his phone out of his pant pocket and quickly hit the end-call button, but not before you saw Steve’s name flash across the screen.

You let out a loud laugh, “Is that Hollaback Boy? Are you serious?” You wipe at the invisible tears at your eyes, amused at his song choice. You glanced back at the screen just before it went black and froze. “Is that-I-I’m your lock screen?!”

Bucky groaned loudly, covering his face with both hands. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

You grabbed the phone out of his lap and clicked it back on, taking in the picture. It was a candid photo of you sitting in one of the comfy chairs in the study, reading a book, oblivious to the world around you. “When did you take this?” you questioned, slowly turning your attention back to the confusing man in front of you.

He peeked between his fingers, taking in your soft expression. Slowly, he lowered a hand to his lap, the other reaching towards you. You expected him to take the phone back but was surprised when he gently grasped your hand in his.

He paused before speaking. “You weren’t supposed to find out like this,” he told you, holding your gaze. “But it appears that someone has forced my hand.”

“What are you talking about?” you asked, not allowing yourself to jump to conclusions.

You didn’t miss his eyes flicker to your lips or the way his tongue peeked out from his for a split second.

“I have,” he hesitated, trying to think of a good word. “Feelings.”

You scrunched your eyebrows. “Feelings?”

He nodded. “Feelings.”

“IS THERE AN ECHO IN THERE?”

You jumped up from the couch and spun around to face Sam, heart racing 100 miles per hour.

“Damn dude,” Sam directed at Bucky. “I thought you were supposed to be smooth with the ladies.”

“I would be smoother if I didn’t have your dumb trying to interfere,” Bucky snarked back, clinching his metal hand, the plates shifting along with his frustration.

“Stop making excuses,” Sam sassed back, turning to look at you. “What Buckaroo over here means is that -”. He was stopped midsentence when the remote that Bucky threw hit him in the head, releasing a loud “Ow!”

Bucky stood up from the couch and moved over to you, turning you away from the two men. “Ignore them and listen to me,” he pleaded, placing a hand on each shoulder. “What I am trying to say-”

You pressed up on your toes and placed a quick kiss to his lips, cutting him off.

You pulled away with a smug look. “I like you too, Buckaroo.”

He let out another loud groan. “Dear God, not you too!”

Listen here: Hollaback Boy - Cobra Starship

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